#n he bought me chocolates and held me while i slept and rubbed my hair and back

[dumbthiccbitch666]

spent all day w him watching movies n cuddling n fucking n it was very nice

[xoxo-teddybear]

Viagra Prank - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: smut, f!receiving, male masterbation, needy Bakugou, sexual touching

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: After a dumb argument, Y/N decides to punish Bakugou by avoiding him while he’s superrrrrr horny

A/N: NOT SPELL CHECKED

Bakugou and Y/N had been arguing for an hour already. They have been talking about Y/N cheating on him.....IN A FUCKING DREAM. Yes it really scared Bakugou and he did wanna talk to Y/N about it, but he just went about it in the wrong way and so, this led to the arguing and yelling. Bakugou knew he was in the wrong, but he was too stubborn to apologize, at least verbally. Usually, that was okay for Y/N, because at least he showed when he was sorry. But this time, all she wanted was a soft and genuine “I’m sorry.”

Instead of apologizing verbally, Bakugou attempted to make up for it through his actions. He bought Y/N another teddy bear to go along with the others he got her, bought her a bouquet of roses and gourmet chocolates, and spent the entire day with her. At night, he held you close and filled your ears with sweet nothings like “I’m so lucky I have you,” “I don’t know how you deal with me, Teddy Bear, but thank you,” and “I’ll forever love you, Y/N.”

After seeing he put a little extra effort into this very “Bakugou” apology, Y/N forgave him, but she still wasn’t letting him off the hook. She wanted to punish him at least a little, but the question was “how?” She discussed it with Bakugou’s closest friends to give her ideas.

“You could ignore him all day.” The red head said, “he has a free day tomorrow, so I can imagine he plans on spending every second of it with you.”

“Nah, since he has a free day, I would love to spend time with him too. I don’t wanna ignore him, just mess with him a little to get back at him.” You said.

“What about one of those kinky couples do? A sexual punishment. Orgasm denial, overstimula-“

“NEXXTTTTT” you, Kirishima, and Kaminari said, cutting off Sero’s nasty thoughts. Besides, you and Bakugou were that kinky couple. And you knew he enjoyed all that stuff. The freaky bastard. You were getting nowhere until Kaminari said something unexpectedly smart.

“What about viagra?” He recommended.

“What?” You questioned.

“Viagra. You can buy it at any pharmacy and just crush up the pill into a powder and give it to Bakugou in a drink. It’s gonna make this man insanely horny, and to punish him, just deny him every time.” He said sipping his drink.

“I-.....that’s perfect!” You said

“Wow Kaminari, nice plan.” Mina said.

“Thank you.......hey can I get some more boneless ice?” Annddddd dunce face is back. Someone get this boy his water.

Doesn’t matter though, now all you have to do is buy the viagra and you’re set. That night, you and Mina went to the pharmacy together and bought the pills. When you went to sleep, you saw Bakugou waiting for you in the room.

“Jeez babe, what took so long? I was waiting here for like 2 hours!” Bakugou pouted. You laughed and kissed him.

“I’m sorry Suki, but not everyone goes to bed at 8 on a Friday night.” You said taking off your jacket and changing into your pjs. You climbed into bed as Bakugou defended himself.

“Well neither do I, but I woke up mad early today.” He said wrapping his arms around you. You pecked his forehead and tried to get some sleep, excited for the next day.

“Yeah, yeah you big baby. Just get some sleep.” As you both cuddled up, you layed with a devious smirk as an unknowing Pomeranian slept peacefully above you.

——————————————————————————

That morning, you woke up early with Bakugou to work out together. As Bakugou got ready, you prepped his drinks. You placed 3 bottles of water in Bakugou’s gym bag and opened up one of them. Taking the viagra pill out, you placed it in a bowl and used the bottle cap to crush the pill to a powder. You poured the dust into the water, put the cap back on and shook the bottle. After seeing the bottle still looked normal, you subtly marked it and placed it back in his bag. When he came, ready to go you gave him the bag and you guys made your way to the gym.

After working out for a few minutes, Bakugou took a huge gulp of water. You noticed it was the bottle you marked and smiled. After a few minutes, Bakugou was starting to feel...something. He didn’t know what it was, but now he was staring at you...more than usual. Your body covered glistened in your sweat and the image of you like that was burned into Bakugou’s mind. The heavy breathing you did only accentuated his need for you and the way your body looked everytime you stretched or moved. God, he knew you were hot, but something about you today just hit different.

Bakugou walked up to you and held your waist.

“Suki?” You looked up at him with an innocent face that made him bite his lips.

“Do you wanna get outta here? I think we’re set on workouts for today, Princess.” He said while staring at your body and chest.

“Oh, sure! Let me just get my stuff and-“ you were cut off when Bakugou gripped your ass with both hands and tongued you down, he pushed you up against the wall and began grinding into you. You felt his growing erection press up against your sensitive heat which made you moaned into the kiss. This made Bakugou even needier. Unfortunately, you weren’t giving in so easily today.

“Hah...S-Suki..” you breathed out while pushing him off you slightly. “C’mon..can we at least get out of here and wash up.”

“Why? We can do that after I completely ravish you,” Bakugou smirked as he attempted to kiss you once more but you pushed him back smiling.

“Sorry Suki, but we need to get back. Okay?” You said and walked away as Bakugou rolled his eyes taking another sip of water. You both walked out but with Bakugou being a lot more handsier. You walked and he would jog up behind you and grab your ass, he would walk with his arms wrapped around your waist while standing behind you, and once you reached your dorm room, he shut the door and slammed you against it grabbing your chest and kissing you again with fervor and tongue. Sadly, once again, you pushed him off.

“Shower first Suki.” You said and walked to get some clothes out of your closet. Bakugou just sighed and banged his head against the door. He looked down and saw his friend creating a tent in his sweatpants and he let out a breath a horny frustration. Then an idea hit him.

“Shower sex?” He said hopefully like a happy puppy, and if he had a tail, please believe it’d be wagging.

“No.” Bakugou just growled and flopped onto the bed and face planted down on the cushion.

“Fineeeeee!!!!!” He complained while his voice muffled by the mattress. While you showered, you left a needy Bakugou on the mattress. He could only imagine what you looked like. Curvaceous body, covered in droplets of water, steam all around you making your cheeks red. Bakugou rubbed at his face. Why the fuck was he this horny?

When you walked out, you were wearing a small towel as you seemed to have used your wind quirk to dry your hair. Bakugou licked his lips as he walked up to your almost naked body and felt you up. He kissed up on your neck as you tilted your head to give him more access. You pressed your ass into his crotch as he grinded into you. You could hear his soft moans. His hand traveled to grope your chest and the other hand went to your clit.

“You want me to feel up on this sweet little cunt?” He asked as he pressed two fingers into you and you gasped.

“A-ah...” you moaned out as your tongue rolled out of your mouth and eyes rolled to the back of your head. You almost gave in to his desires until your phone rang, snapping you out of your trance. You pulled his hand away from you and walked to your phone but not before Bakugou tried pulling you back.

“Hey..where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you.” He said pulling you towards him.

“Katsuki..”

“Please, Princess. I need you..now.” He said as he grabbed your ass.

“Baby, seriously. Get washed up and let’s continue our day. Please?” You pouted and Bakugou sighed and gave in. He grabbed some clothes he kept in your closet and went to wash up. You sighed in relief and checked your phone only to see it was spam, but still glad it snapped you out. As you got dressed, you cursed yourself for falling so easily for Katsuki.

‘That damn Katsuki. Knowing my body, using it against me. Who the hell does he think he is being built like a Greek god like that?’ You thought as you dressed yourself.

While Bakugou was in the shower, he realized he needed to calm down. Yes he has an amazingly hot girlfriend he could fuck to settle him down, but it was clear she wasn’t down for morning sex today so he had to solve it himself.

He let his head rest under the hot water as his hand went to grab at his length and move vigorously. He imagined the way Y/N would look with her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, swallowing all of him. How she would take his entire length in her tight little cunt, squeezing him perfectly.

“Y-Y/N...fuck..faster..” he moaned out with a breathy voice as he moved his hips, fucking his hand. He groaned and threw his head back.

“C-C’mon baby...s-shit, c’mon. Oh fuck..I’m cumming! ....a-ah!” He said as his hips stuttered and his release covered the shower floor. He sighed as he tried to regain his breath from his orgasm. It wasn’t as good as it would’ve been if it was actually you, but nonethe less, he came. Sadly, he still wasn’t satisfied.

As Bakugou walked out in nothing but a towel, he tried to get dressed but the second he saw you, his hard on returned. Oh, this was gonna be a long day.

——————————————————————————

All throughout the day Bakugou tried his best to get you in bed, and when his advances always failed, he resorted to feeling up on you or running to the bathroom for release.

You had to admit, rejecting Bakugou’s attempts had gotten harder and harder. For each time he touched you, you basically had to leave yourself hanging. You felt yourself grow wetter each time to a point where even you almost went to hide away in your room and please yourself. Thankfully, it was almost midnight, meaning the day would be over and your punishment for Bakugou would be done. Then, you both can explore your desires.

It was late LATE into the night when Bakugou busted into your room as you were watching a movie. You paused the screen and spoke to him.

“Suki! You can’t just barge in like that, you’re gonna break my do-“

“Shut up” he said as he made his strides over to you and shut you up by tonguing you down. You fell into the kiss and returned it, kissing him with just as much passion. You peaked open your eyes and looked at the time. 11:47. ‘So close,’ you thought to yourself. You reluctantly pushed him away again.

“Suki..no,”

“Suki, yes.” He whined back as he attempted to kiss you again but you stopped him once more. He was getting fed up. He lifted you by your hips, tossed you flat on your back on the bed, and used his arms to cage you in. His hands pinned your wrists to the sides of your head and his knees were pressed into the mattress at the side of your hips. He got close in your face before speaking.

“You owe me an explanation, princess. I get not wanting to fuck on busy days or during a certain time but all day? I’ve tried to get you right here where Ive wanted you and you rejected me each time. Tell. Me. Why.” He said each word with poison on his tongue. You cringed at what you thought his reaction would be, but soon came to the conclusion that you’d have to tell him at some point.

“...Punishment” you said with a hopeful smile, praying that your boyfriend won’t fling you out the window. Bakugou looked at you with wide eyes.

“What?” He squinted his eyes at you and asked.

“You were acting like an idiot the other day and it pissed me off. I accepted your apology and forgave you but you weren’t completely off the hook. So I put viagra in your drink to turn you on and deny you as a punishment.” You cringed at how easy it was for you to tell him the truth. Bakugou looked at you with a confused look, then a smirk.

“So...you drugged my drink to get me riled up so I could fuck you? Didn’t know my teddy bear was so freaky,” he said licking your neck.

“What?! No! It’s not like tha- ah!” You were interrupted as Bakugou gripped into your chest.

“Then whats it like, teddy bear? Rejection? Well you’re not denying me now. Why not?” He asked you. But you had no answer for him anyway, so as far as he knew, he was right.

“That’s what I thought,” he said while continuing the attack on your neck. “I’ve been so neglected all day, I think as an apology gift, you should let me have my way with you. Doesnt that sound fun, princess?” He said the last sentence while letting his finger press against your clothed clit. You moaned at the feeling and felt yourself growing wet.

“K-Katsuki!” You moaned.

“Please, Princess?” He asked..practically begged.

You bit your lip and closed your eyes. Enjoying the feeling of his pads rubbing into you. You arched your back and gave in, spreading you legs for him. Bakugou smirked and was quick to remove your shorts and panties. Excited, he went to feast right away. No teasing, no waiting. He’s right into it, enjoying his meal. Sucking and kissing your bud, his eyes shut as he enjoys hearing your moans and tasting your sweet nectar.

The sudden feeling of his tongue hitting you and eating you out had you shivering. The massive amount of pleasure was so sudden, you could’ve cum right then.

“S-Suki! ...m-more!” You said as your hands went to grab at his hair. Bakugou groaned as you tugged and sent his tongue right into your hole. You cried out in such ecstasy that you legs began to shake.

“Cum on my tongue, Princess. Let me taste you,” Bakugou said before he went right back in. When you came, Bakugou lapped up every drop of you, savoring your flavor. He went up to kiss you and allowed you to taste yourself.

“God I want you so bad princess..” Bakugou breathed out as he released himself from his pants and lined up with your cunt. He rubbed his tip up and down your opening and you moaned in excitement.

“Let me have my way with you, Y/N.” He said in your ear as he pressed in. You wanted and needed him now. You looked at the time and saw, 11:56. Screw it.

“Please Katsuki! Use me! Please fuck me!” You begged. Smirking at your neediness, Bakugou slammed into you. Not giving you any time to adjust, Bakugou kept to his word and had his way with you. His pace was going so fast it had you seeing stars.

“Y-yes Katsuki! F-uck.....Mm,” you cried out. Bakugou lifted your hips to hold onto you and fuck you in a deeper angle.

“Shit....like that, Princess?” He said said with a smile as he kissed your neck.

“M-more Katsuki!” You begged again. Bakugou held onto your hips and kept his steady pace for awhile. He smacked your ass and kissed you deeply, exploring every inch of your wet cavern.

“You thought it was okay to fuck around with me like this? Huh princess?” He said smacking you again. You moaned at the contact and he gripped your ass. He grabbed your legs and put you in a mating press. The new angle reached deep inside you and hit the most sensitive spots. You screamed his name as he continued to fuck you with his head thrown back.

“Gotta keep quiet now...can’t let the whole class know what’s happening in here,” he huffed out “or maybe you want them to know. Yeah? You want them to know how much of a slut you are just for me?” He teased.

“Ohhh..yesss Katsuki.” You moaned. His cock was sliding into you perfectly, making you dizzy and drunk on euphoria.

“Yeah, but you’re my slut. Right? My dirty little slut. All for me, and me only.” He said as he placed his arms next to your head.

“I’m yours Katsuki! Just yours...ah!” You clenched around him. You could feel the way his balls slapped your ass everytime he thrusted into you. The sounds of skin slapping and your wet cunt filled the air and made a melody you’d never forget. In the heat of the moment, you began to feel the familiar knot in your belly.

“F-fuck. Cum for me princess, I want you to spill in on me.” Bakugou said. He went deeper, harder, and faster. Whatever it took for your pleasure. As he went in, you felt the knot become loose as you came on Katsuki’s dick and your legs shook. You cried out in pleasure as Bakugou continued to chase his own release. After a few more deep strokes, Bakugou met his high and climaxed. He filled your womb with cum and layed there as he emptied his load. You both layed there in silence, catching your breaths as you both came down from the high.

Instead of pulling out, Bakugou stayed where he was and just leaned in closer to you.

“You done messing with me, Princess?” He asked you. You let out a breathy yes as he kissed your cheek and pulled out. He layed beside you and cuddled into you as he held you close.

“I don’t know. I’m kinda satisfied with how this turned out.” You teased. Bakugou only let out a quick laugh in disbelief at his wild girlfriend and just kissed her.

“You’re crazy.” He said while holding you closer.

“But you love me,” you said.

“Yeah..I do.” He said as he rested his head against you. While basking in the glow of the after sex peace, Bakugou realized something.

“Umm..Y/N?” He started.

“Hm?” You said in a sweet voice, with your eyes still closed and you still cuddled into his chest.

“I’m, uh...I’m sorry..for how I was acting.” He apologized. This made your eyes burst open. He was apologizing..verbally. You looked up at him and gave him a sweet, passionate kiss.

“Thank you Katsuki, but I already forgave you. Remember?” You giggled. A sound that Bakugou will forever remember. A sound he will forever enjoy hearing. He just sighed and leaned into you even more, trying to communicate all his love through the physical contact you were both having.

“I don’t deserve you, Princess” he said as his eyes began to fall heavy into a deep sleep.

“You deserve me and the whole world Katsuki.” You said with love dripping in your voice.

“You are my whole world,” he mumbled in embarrassment as a blush adorned his face as he attempted to hide away in your neck. You blushed and smiled at his little confession and allowed him to sleep. It was past his usual bedtime after all.

“Get some rest, Hero.” You said, pecking his forehead with a loving kiss. As he drifted off, you just smiled and rested your eyes as you thought about the next time you would drug his drink. This little viagra prank turned out amazing.

A/N: y’all this was so sloppy😭 it could’ve been so much better but it’s been sitting in my drafts mocking me. I just had to get it out here. I’m sorry it’s not spell checked but I hoped you enjoyed it none the less. (The smut was so bad😭😭) see you next time, Cubs💗🧸

[imagineaworld]

mr & mrs smith | b.b

part one | part two 

pairing : bucky barnes x reader

summary : bucky and y/n finally learn the truth about their feelings for each other

word count : 2.3k

warnings : 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), swearing

bucky slept through the night. he woke close to lunchtime, beams of golden sunlight shining through the drawn curtains. beside him, y/n slept on, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. 

he crept out of bed quietly so as not to wake y/n. grabbing a fresh set of clothes, he padded to the bathroom to get dressed and brush his teeth. he also spritzed on some of the cologne steve had bought him. 

when he re-emerged from the bathroom, y/n was sprawled out across the giant bed, looking just as ethereal as she had the previous day. she yawned, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"mornin'." bucky murmured, taking his toiletries back to his suitcase.

y/n hummed in response, taking a deep breath. "your cologne smells really good," she mumbled sleepily. 

"thanks," bucky said, flushed. "steve got it for me."

y/n clambered out of bed, stretching upward once she was on her feet. her pink silk pyjama shirt rose up slightly, showing a slither of her bare stomach. bucky swiftly averted his eyes.

"you wanna plant some bugs and cameras while i take a shower?" she asked after she'd finished stretching. "i'll help you once i'm done."

"sure," he said, avoiding eye contact. 

y/n took her clean clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. bucky didn't hear the door lock. 

he went about setting up tiny, hidden cameras and microphones around the room, the sound of the shower running in the other room. while he was doing his task, he thought about the previous night.

after the two had finished the bottle of wine, y/n asked what side of the bed bucky wanted. he had said he didn't mind, so he took the left and y/n took the right. they'd gone to bed around 1 am, and it had taken bucky a while to fall asleep.

he couldn't stop thinking about y/n beside him, he'd never shared a bed like this before. making sure not to move around too much and to not touch y/n, eventually, he fell asleep. 

his sleep was usually fitful, plagued by nightmares. but that night, nothing. just peaceful darkness and he had woken feeling well-rested.

bucky hadn't realised y/n was out of the shower until she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of loose jeans and a cropped tank top, towel-drying her damp hair.

"how's it going?" she asked.

the floral scent of her perfume filled bucky's nose. "almost done," he replied.

"let's finish up and get out of here."

-

within a few hours, bucky and y/n were packed up and checked out of the hotel, their equipment set up in the honeymoon suite, hooked up to tony's database. 

y/n was driving them back to the compound, stopping at starbuck's again to make up for the coffee bucky had bought the previous day. y/n got a hot chocolate, despite the fact that it was a hot day, and the windows were rolled down.

her hair blew around in the wind as she sang along to the radio, turned up loud so it could be heard over the rushing wind. bucky admired her from his seat in the passenger side, not able to suppress the smile that crept onto his face. he had never felt so carefree and at ease as he did in that moment.

"is that a smile i see?" y/n spoke over the music and the wind as she drove down the highway.

bucky blushed, turning his face away.

"hey, no!" y/n protested. "come back, i like it." 

bucky blushed even more, but stopped facing away from y/n.

"are you blushing?" she asked, her tone playful as opposed to taunting.

"nah," bucky responded, shaking his head. his grin, however, grew wider.

y/n laughed, tossing her head to get her hair out of her face. "this mission was fun," she admitted. "i was worried you didn't like me very much, but i think i was wrong."

"well," bucky said. "i do like you very much."

"ooh, very much, huh?" she asked in the same playful tone as before. perhaps, bucky thought, it was even flirty.

mimicking her tone, bucky said, "are you flirting with me?"

y/n raised her eyebrows, keeping her eyes on the road ahead. "i might be," she said. "i might have been for the last few months. maybe." she added.

bucky was serious all of a sudden. "wait, really?" 

it was y/n's turn to laugh nervously. "clearly not very well."

bucky couldn't think of anything to say. he was completely bewildered. this meant he had been right all along. it meant y/n did like him.

"mind if we take a detour?" y/n asked.

"sure."

y/n pulled off the highway, driving through a series of roads overcast with trees. not long later, she parked the car in a patch of land, with a few other cars parked close by. 

y/n unclipped her seatbelt. "wanna go for a walk?"

"yeah," bucky replied, still baffled.

he got out of the car. in front of him was a vast, blue lake, sparkling in the sunlight. all around the lake were lush green trees, and the sound of a family having a picnic nearby. the pair started walking.

"i didn't even know this was here," he said.

y/n smiled. "i come here with nat and wanda sometimes."

bucky breathed in the clean air, savouring the feeling of the sun on his face. he walked beside y/n, admiring the view of her and the lake.

"i did pick up on the flirting, by the way," he admitted.

y/n looked up at him. "you did?"

"yeah," he nodded. "i'm just horrifically awkward and i didn't know what to say back. so i said nothing."

"you aren't that awkward."

"oh, i am. definitely. you intimidate me."

bucky thought back to all the times he'd become flustered by y/n's comments, or overwhelmed by her touch. all the times she'd hugged him and he hugged back, wondering if he had perhaps hugged too tightly, or maybe not tightly enough.

"why?" y/n asked. she stopped walking now, standing under the shade of a large tree a few feet away from the lakeshore. 

bucky shrugged. "the things you say, things you do. eye contact, the way you touch me... i don't know, it just intimidates me."

"how can i be less intimidating?" y/n asked.

"don't make eye contact," bucky said. "close your eyes."

y/n frowned, but her face softened when her eyes fluttered shut. "better?"

bucky looked at her, stood in front of him with her eyes closed. the gentle breeze blew her hair behind her shoulders, and he had to resist the urge to reach out and touch it. he looked at her lips, parted slightly and decided he would do it.

he leant forward, caressing her cheek as his lips connected with hers. she made a slight sound of surprise, but she kissed back. her lips were soft, and there was the faint taste of chocolate. she pushed up on her toes to deepen the kiss, tangling her hand in bucky's hair.

when the two pulled away, bucky could hardly believe he had dared to do it. y/n opened her eyes again to look into bucky's. she grinned at him before catching her lower lip between her teeth. bucky melted at the sight of it.

"let's go back," she said, grabbing bucky's hand and leading him back to the car.

she leant back against the car door, pulling bucky in for another kiss. as bucky placed his hands gently on her waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

"so much for a walk," bucky chuckled as he pulled away. 

"changed my mind," y/n said, opening the door and climbing into the driver's seat.

bucky went around the front of the car and hopped in. 

-

back at the compound, y/n was in her room, unpacking her suitcase, thinking about bucky. 

upon arriving home, bucky and y/n had paid tony a visit for a debriefing before heading to their rooms. y/n had given bucky a smile and a wink as she entered her bedroom. bucky had blushed and smiled back.

out of her suitcase, she pulled out a t-shirt that didn't belong to her. the large dark t-shirt smelled of bucky. she held it close, deeply inhaling the scent. pulling her own shirt off, she slipped bucky's on. 

it fell to mid-thigh, the loose material was cool in the warm weather. she pulled off her jeans, opting for a small pair of lounging shorts, hidden by the length of the t-shirt. as she finished unpacking, there was a knock at her door.

she answered it to find bucky on the other side. he eyed up her new outfit, raising his brows slightly. "i was going to ask if you had seen my shirt, but i can see you found it." 

it was y/n's turn to blush. "i don't know what you're talking about," she said, stepping aside for bucky to enter. the door closed behind him.

"that shirt," bucky said, closing the space between him and y/n. "is mine." 

he's flirting, y/n realised. so she stepped even closer to him. "yours? i guess you better take it back."

she pushed up on her toes, pressing her lips to his. he kissed back hungrily, tongue flicking across y/n's lower lip. his hands played with the hem of his shirt that she wore. eventually, he pulled the shirt over y/n's head, breaking the kiss briefly. his own shirt followed suit.

y/n knew bucky was fit, but she had no idea that his body was such a work of art. strong muscles bulged in his arms, his abs sculpted the plane of his stomach. she noted the rough skin where his metal arm met the rest of his body, and she thought he couldn't be more perfect.

bucky pulled away to take in all of her, to fully admire her in a way he had been too shy to do earlier. y/n caught her lower lips between her teeth as bucky's eyes roamed her body, the fullness of her breasts, the shape of her hips. 

"you're so beautiful," he said. he kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. y/n closed her legs around bucky, holding on as he carried her to the bed. "i've wanted this for so long."

gently, he laid her down, kicking off his shoes as he climbed on top of her, not once breaking the kiss. y/n fumbled with the button of his jeans, which he removed once she had undone them. 

bucky pulled away to look at y/n, flustered beneath his muscled body in just a bra and shorts, which he tugged at. she obliged, eagerly removing them.

he whispered praises as his hands roamed, exploring every part of her body. he unhooked her bra and watched as her breasts bounced free. he drank her in, eyes full of lust.

he began to kiss her again, moving from her lips to along her jaw, on her neck, down the valley of her breasts and stomach until he reached the waistband of her underwear. he kissed her through the thin fabric, the sensitivity making her moan.

bucky had wanted to take his time, but he wanted, needed her so bad. it had been a long time since he was last with someone so intimately. there would be plenty of opportunities to take his time.

he slid her panties down and put his mouth on her sensitive core. she gasped out a moan as bucky's tongue began licking in the most tantalizing way.

"bucky," y/n moaned his name.

the way she said it drove him crazy. the taste of her on his tongue... he couldn't take it much longer, he had to be inside her. he took his boxers off, fully exposed in a way that, if he hadn't needed her so bad, might have made him feel self-conscious.

y/n tangled her fingers in bucky's hair as he ate her out, head between her thighs, her moans causing an ache in his cock which he longed to bury inside her.

unable to bear it any longer, he slid his boxers off and lined himself up with her entrance. in one swift motion, he sheathed himself inside her. they both moaned loudly at the feeling, bucky enjoying the warmth and y/n enjoying the fullness.

"so wet, baby," bucky breathed out, bottoming out and slowly starting to move his hips. "you like that?"

"yes," y/n cried out. "fuck."

bucky could feel y/n clenching around him, the tightness making his cock twitch. he began to pick up the pace, snapping his hips in a way that made warmth spread through y/n's stomach as her orgasm started building up.

y/n raked her fingernails down bucky's back and he growled at the painful pleasure it brought him. each thrust drove y/n closer to climax. 

"that's right," bucky groaned. "cum for me, doll."

y/n cried out as her whole body vibrated as her orgasm rippled through her. her back arched, pressing her body tighter against bucky.

"you feel so good," bucky murmured, "coming all over my cock."

y/n couldn't form a coherent sentence in order to respond so she just moaned his name. bucky sped up his pace, each pull and push of his hips chasing his own release.

with a deep groan, bucky reached his climax, pumping into y/n a few more times before filling her up with his warm cum. he collapsed on top her, both of them panting to catch their breath. 

after a moment, he gently pulls out and lays down beside her, watching her bare chest rise and fall with each breath. 

"you have no idea how long i've wanted that," y/n said.

"trust me," bucky said. "i do.”

[princessbeebee]

Squishmallow Scare and Peter Bucky Barnes x regressed!reader

I have been obsessed with squishmallows lol so I decided to write this. If anyone has any suggestions my asks are open ♡

word count: 1.7k 

Mute!regressed!reader 

Y/N had accumulated a bunch of squishmallows since Bucky loved spoiling his baby. Almost every time he’d go to the store he would actively search for any squishmallows. Steve has also looked for them before when the store opens just to get the one she wanted even though she would rarely ask for them. 

Bucky would hear her talk about new ones that come out and so he would try and get them, even with Steve's help. Y/N woke up from a scary nightmare and Bucky was gone. Bucky had left for an emergency in Canada of all places and was arriving that morning. She wanted to wake up peacefully but obviously, her brain chose violence. 

She turned over in their shared bed and reached for the squishmallow that fell onto the floor when she was sleeping. The sun shone through the window causing her to strain her just closed eyes. She was sweaty and just did not want to be an adult today. So she headed to the living room where the other half of her many squishes were located. She also had a designated room that was next to Bucky’s office that was her playroom. She went up to the ten squishes and gathered them up to put them back into the playroom. 

She placed ten of them on their couch since she was home alone and needed company. The playroom had a light pink wall with a bookshelf filled with coloring books and children's books, a small comfortable couch, a bean bag, a small table, and of course all her squishes and other toys. The squishmallows were in the corner of the room and piled up. She dumped them on top of each other carefully and stared at them. She sleepily bent down and moved some over to make a hole. She then crawled into it and laid down on the fluffy carpet and had all the squishes cover her body. 

She hugged one to her chest and heard the front door open and her Bucky shout out “drăguță!” Y/N stayed quiet while Bucky searched each room for her. She decided to scare him when he called for her. Bucky walked inside the playroom, where she usually was when regressed, and looked around for her. She heard his footsteps approach where the squish pile was. When it got quiet she rose suddenly which made Bucky jump and scream. “Oh my god you scared me so bad Y/N” Bucky exclaimed. She chuckled as Bucky gave her his hand so she could stand up. She still held her favorite squish as Bucky pecked her lips. He had noticed that something was off. Usually, she was talking his ear off, but she was quiet. He had experienced this a couple of times with her, she went mute when she hadn’t regressed in a while. His absence had caused her to not be able to regress since she had become accustomed to him aiding her in her regression. 

He looked at her fondly and asked “Do you need my care honey?” She just nodded and he put his arms around her waist and commanded a quiet “up”. He held her in his arms and spun her around which caused her to smile. “Is that your baby? They are very cute.” He patted the squishes head with one hand as he balanced her on his hip. “I know you’re regressed Y/N, but I will just tell you about my flight back because oh was it eventful,” Bucky said as he sat down on the playroom couch. “So I was heading to the airport and saw one of the stores that sell squishmallows and I saw that they had the mystery ones you wanted so I had to get you a couple of bags!” She squealed with joy as Bucky sat her down on the couch and walked out into the living room to grab the bag he got. She hopped on her butt in excitement as he walked back in with the colorful reusable bag. He had bought her six of the mystery bags each of them 8 inches.

She bit her lip and did grabby hands to the bag. Bucky just chuckled and placed the bag next to your lap. She dumped the bag onto the couch and a couple fell off of it. Bucky just placed the fallen ones with the others as she adamantly opened one of them. “These are not like any of the ones I have gotten you before, they are scented, but I am not sure if all of them smell like marshmallows or if they all have different smells. The bag doesn’t say but I am sure your nose will figure it out huh baby” Bucky explained. She struggled with opening the bag so she grunted and held it out towards Bucky. He smiled and dug in his pocket to grab his abalone shell pocket knife to cut it open. “Here honey you’re too small let me do it.” “And remember to never touch a sharp object, only me ok?” He asked while giving her a wink. 

She blushed as he handed her one bag. “Ooooo which one did you get princess!” He exclaimed. The scent of chocolate was overwhelming but comforting as she pulled out the green dragon. She beamed as she hugged the small green creature. Bucky continued cutting the tops open and handing them to her. She just squealed in joy as she pulled out each stuffie giving each a kiss and hug. Surprisingly Bucky had gotten each squish in the series, so Y/N was happy. He would grab one and smell it to attempt to figure out each scent. He’d hold out the stuffie for her to sniff also as he listed off his guesses of each scent, which she’d either respond with shaking her head yes or no. He would list off weird guesses like “grass” or “slime scent”, which would just make her laugh. Her favorite had to be the unicorn since she smelled like flowers.

 “So how about a snack, you know Peter is coming over today right?” Her head shot up and looked towards Bucky. She hadn’t played with Peter in so long since he was moving into the tower and preparing to work as a full-time avenger. Y/N and Peter were regressors, but the only issue is that Tony was his caregiver and had passed away the year before. This caused him to struggle to regress, which would affect his crime-fighting. Luckily, Y/N, Bucky, and Steve had helped him get back to his old self, but being an Avenger was hard. Bucky and Y/N walked into their shared kitchen to have a quick snack before Steve and Peter came over. 

She sat at the table and watched her caregiver cut fresh strawberries into tiny pieces for her. She eventually ate all her strawberries and patiently waited for Peter to arrive so she could play with her. She had never been mute when Peter came over to play, so Bucky knew to explain to Peter why she isn’t talking to him and how she is not being rude to him. Thankfully, Steve texted Bucky and told him that Peter was about 8 years old today. Bucky had completely forgotten to ask Y/N what age she was today, so he asked and she held up four fingers. “Aw such a good baby thank you for showing me four fingers, you’re so smart,” He cooed. 

Steve came in with Peter rushing inside to find his friend Y/N. She got a little frightened by the rush and cowered and hid her face with the purple unicorn. Bucky placed a soothing hand on her arm as Steve reprimanded Peter for not keeping his composure. “Peter I told you she is younger than you right now. I know you are excited to see her but you need to apologize for giving her a scare,” Steve said. Peter walked up with his green plastic dinosaur with a sad look and apologized to her. Peter sat directly in front of her on the floor as she sat on the couch rubbing her unicorns fur. “Hey! I said I was sorry Y/N! Why are you ignoring me,” Peter whined. Steve quickly told him to lower his voice since the whining made her cower. 

Bucky then explained why Y/N was acting the way she was. Peter seemed to understand that it was not his fault at all and seemed to get embarrassed. However, this made Peter even more caring of her. He felt the need to be protective of her now, to be her big brother. He quickly placed his favorite big green T-Rex next to her thigh as Peter ran to her playroom. Steve just sat and let Peter do what he wanted to do. Peter then came rushing back in taking all the squishes he could grab in his hands and bringing them inside the living room. He then placed them all on the couch which made her smile at Peter. He knew your dolls were like a security blanket to you. 

You two played together for the whole day. Peter mostly would tell you stories he made up in his brain about dinosaurs and robots which would make you smile. He also helped you eat dinner, which was dino nuggets, french fries, and a Capri sun. He’d even give you an extra nugget just because he felt bad. Dessert was a pudding cup with sprinkles in it. Eventually, it was 8 pm which was your bedtime, Peter did not want to leave and pleaded that he stay the night. So Steve agreed and left him there with Bucky.

Both Y/N and Peter slept in the playroom on foldable beds that could be turned into chairs. A night light was turned on near the door as Bucky set up their beds. He opened the closet and pulled out two fuzzy princess and robot blankets for the two. Y/N walked up to her squish pile and handed Peter a dog squishmallow to sleep with. He ruffled her hair and said thanks as they both cuddled in their beds. Bucky stood by the door and smiled at the two. Y/N hugged two of her new squishes and wished that she had more to cuddle.

Drăguță -  Cutie in Romanian

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[jawllines]

Sorry to be annoying but I asked awhile ago and I think tumblr ate my ask but did you ever do tattoo Harry blurb? I love them and I miss them:( I’ve looked through your tags and there isn’t any on there if you have posted one

I CAN POST ONE I WROTE A WHILE AGO RIGHT NOW :D I DONT THINK I POSTED HERE BUT LET ME KNOW HERE YOU GO PET 

i.

“Baby -- baby, c’mon!”

It was rare that Harry ever woke Y/N with more than kisses and cuddles. Maybe an abrupt shoulder shake if the both of them slept through their alarms (and, considering that they are the only ones with the key to open up their own respective stores, they never typically arrived late facing happy employees -- or in Y/N’s case, employee -- Niall, in particular, was always more of a grump in that situation than Riktor even), but even that still managed to be tender, and soft. He always treated her so delicately, as if she were made up of porcelain in the morning and it was imperative to speak in a low, soothing voice with careful touches or she might shatter. And she really didn’t think it was because she was an absolute terror to wake up -- Y/N did quite well, even as early as 5 AM she was still in somewhat of a pleasant mood, certainly nothing to be fearful of -- she thinks he’s just gentle in the morning. He’s gentle all the time, but for some reason or another, he’s extra soft with her then.

They had both had a bit of a busy day, so by the time that they made it back to Y/N’s flat (Harry said he liked it there best because it smelled like her, and -- well, he softens her up and calls her Darling when he wants them to go over there, so it’s hard to say no), both of them were ready for bed. Neither of them could barely keep their eyes open as they scarfed down the burgers they’d picked up on the way home, and once they’d finished and brushed their teeth, they toppled into each other on the mattress. Y/N would reckon they both fell asleep before their heads had even hit the pillow -- she doesn’t even remember crawling beneath the blankets.

Apparently she had though, because now as her brain tunes in with the world around her and she realizes that the distorted voice that had begun to prod her dreams was actually a grumpy, dry throat Harry, she’s cuddling herself closer in the covers. This only makes him grumble at her more, “You’re such a blanket hog,” he whines and Y/N finally blinks her eyes open, being greeted with Harry’s disgruntled, pouted face illuminated by the sunlight beginning to slip through the blinds, “I’ve been trying to unravel it for like ten minutes, but you’re all wrapped up! I’m cold.”

Y/N smiles sleepily at him, not understanding the gravity of the situation entirely as she begins to un-burrito herself from the covers, “G’morning, beautiful,” she murmurs as she does so, finally disentangling from the blankets and while she was a little less warm, Harry was quick to wiggle in beneath them, “Sorry.”

“Don’ be sweet when m’tryin’ to be angry with you,” she puckers her lips at him dramatically, and though he sighs, he leans in and presses their mouths together softly, “Your kisses aren’t g’na sweeten me up, m’still grumpy, blanket hog.”

She can only hum as she cuddles closer to him, “Sorry,” she repeated, this time adding, “Like to swaddle myself like a lil’ baby. Reckon you weren’t holdin’ me well enough last night.”

An offended gasp leaves through his lips soundly, enough that it startles her, but his arms worm around her waist and draw her closer to his body, “Brat,” he grumbled, dipping his nose into her throat, “I held you so well and you just wiggled right out of my arms and took all the covers with you.”

“Like a worm -- I wiggled out like a worm or somethin’,” she tried to sit up but his arms tightened around her, “This worm has to pee though and she’ll soak the bed if she isn’t allowed.”

His arm loosens around her, “This worm sounds like she’s a sleepy sort of delusional that requires about two hours more of rest.”

Y/N stumbles toward the bathroom in her room, “Noooooooo,” she whines, frowning at nobody, not bothering to swing the door shut before she plops on the cold toilet seat to relieve herself, “We’re supposed to go get hot chocolate, no more sleep.”

“Baby, it’s 6 AM and I’ve been up the last 30 minutes freezing my bits off!” He calls back to her and she giggles some, her eyes trying to accommodate to the bright white lights of the bathroom, “Sleep just a bit more and we’ll get the hot chocolate when we wake up next.”

She waits until she flushes and washes her hands to respond to him, and though she knows that she is definitely going to crawl back in bed and fall asleep, she stands at the foot of it with her hands in fists at her hips. He had let his eyes flutter closed by then but she thinks he could feel her eyeballing him, so he looks up past the mountain of blankets now covering him so she could only see his eyes and his nose, “What’re you doing?”

“You’re telling me, you don’t wanna go at 6 AM, three hours before the kiosk even opens to get hot chocolate with me? You must really hate me, don’t you?”

He huffs a sharp breath through his nose which is how he usually laughs in the morning, when he can’t muster up the strength to have a proper giggle, “Absolutely loathe you, baby doll, but could you please come back to bed so I can loathe you in the warmth?”

It takes little persuading -- as she said, she knew she was just going to crawl right back in beside him -- and instead of relying too heavily on the blankets to provide her warmth (like wrapping up half of it around her so she was cocooned entirely. . .this is what she normally does, and she would say that’s probably why Harry almost never has any of the covers in the morning), she relies on him. Picks up his arm so that she can fit herself underneath it and lies her cheek on his chest, “Your pits better not be smelly.”

“I make no promises.”

.                             .                         .

“I love your hair.”

“Stop it, Sweetheart, I’m g’na start blushing.”

They had slept for four more hours rather than the two Harry had originally suggested, but that always happens with them. Y/N would say that they are just too content cuddled up with one another that they milk it for all it’s worth. If one of them wakes up before the other, then they just settle their head back down and close their eyes again. Unless they had somewhere to be, of course, but Harry had a free Saturday (no clients schedule, even though Saturday’s could often be some of his heaviest days) and he’d elected to spend it with her -- whether they were awake or asleep didn’t much mater, they just liked to be near each other.

When they finally did wake up, they lazily got dressed into about thirty layers so they wouldn’t freeze outside. The weather had grown frigid quite quickly this November, and neither of them stood the cold very well, but there was a park lined with little pop-up kiosks with hot chocolate, sweets, little holiday goodies, and an obscene amount of knitted blankets (it was a clever marketing tactic, Y/N thought -- everyone is more willing to spend money on a blanket when they’re freezing cold - she and Harry had certainly fallen for it today). Y/N bought them shoe warmers to keep their toes at least not numb, and Harry lets her borrow a pair of his gloves because she keeps forgetting to buy some of her own. They both have hats fitted over their heads too, and since Harry’s let his hair grow out, his curls stick out from beneath the pumpkin orange print and Y/N can’t stop staring at it. She’s always loved his hair, she told him as much one of the first nights they’d sat on her bookstore’s floor and talked about just a bit of everything. Back when she barely realized she had a crush on him. . . .when she didn’t know that in just a little time, she would be over the moon.

And she’ll never forget that people used to make him feel like shit about his hair, so she maybe overcompensates by telling him every time she has thought about loving it. Which means today, in the span of a short three hours they’d been awake, Y/N had complimented his hair about twenty different times. If she was running her fingers through it, fixing his beanie, or just staring at him, she let him know just how much she adored his curls.

“I hate to tell you this, Button, but your cheeks are already red as apples,” she shifted the paper cup of hot chocolate from her hand closest to him to the other, so she could reach up and tuck them behind his ear, that had reddened from the cold, “The air has you more bashful than I ever could.”

“Not true,” he murmurs, lowering his voice as he knocks closer to her ear, “I always blush when you go down on me.”

“God,” Y/N shakes her head, “You’re too much, d’ya know that?”

He laughs, nudging her with the cold tip of his nose, “You want the peppermint bark? We’re coming up on the seller.”

“Of course, I want peppermint bark,” she reaches for her wallet, “I’m stocking us up for the next hundred years or so.”

Harry slows for a moment, sliding his gloved hand into her own and squeezing, “Hey,” he begins, his voice soft, somewhat reflective and it brings her attention to him at her side, “Y’know when -- you remember how you said you just get random flushes of love for me and s’a whole lot and you just don’t know what to do with it?”

Y/N nods, “Yeah, like every waking minute practically. Why?”

He smiles shyly, “I’m having one of those moments.”

“For the peppermint bark?” She teases, but his brows furrow and he swats her shoulder playfully, “Hey!”

“I’m trying to be sweet on you, and you’re still going on about this bloody chocolate,” he rubs the arm that he swats, even though Y/N has so many layers on plus the blanket that she bought wrapped around her, that he made no real contact with her body.

Y/N pulls him in for a hug, narrowly avoiding a child running past them as she does so, “Oh, you know m’only kidding. I love you too, Bug, more than words can describe and ten times more than the chocolate I reckon. . .well, unless it’s made really well this year.”

“I’ll leave you here, blanket hog.”

[hearteyesbowen]

hey can you do a joshua imagine where the reader is having a really bad day and he just comforts and spoils her? thank u sm

hold me closer ☆ joshua bassett

josh decides there is only one logical thing to do when y/n is having one of the most stressful days of her life

warnings: fluff

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Soft tunes coming from your car radio ran through your ears, your head leaning back against the headrest. You had already ran out of tears, now you just sat restlessly, focusing on your breathing and calming your heart rate. Your forehead and cheeks were damp, you couldn’t tell if it was sweat from the heat radiating through the vehicle or from the cries wiped across your face. Strands of your hair lay in different directions, mostly because of how much you shuffled it in your hands out of frustration.

It had been almost an hour since you came home from school, the day filled with anger-inducing teachers giving lectures and annoying classmates who couldn’t let you focus on your own work. Homework assignments and class work with no decent explanation on how to answer being piled on top of each other, and a pop quiz that you barely understand and bombed completely. At least it’s friday?

Pulling out your phone, you stared at your lock screen for a few seconds before it turned back off; it was Josh sitting on a tree branch, waving at you with his signature smile. A small smile swept across your face, then with a loud huff, you decide to text him.

Y/N

can i come over? i’m not feeling too great

Within a few seconds, you saw his name pop up onto your screen with a loud ding.

Joshy 💕

you don’t have to ask, hurry up!

You grabbed your backpack that was thrown into the passenger’s seat and opened your door. Fumbling with the keys in your hands, you unlocked your front door and trudged to your room. You left your school backpack by your bed and looked for your other bag. You didn’t have to worry about bringing extra clothes, some of yours were left at his house in case you wanted to sleep over. Before leaving, you told your mother you would stay at Josh’s house for the night, and quickly made your way to your car.

➢➣ ➢➣

Walking up the path to Josh’s house only made you grow more hungry for some sort of interaction that wasn’t an adult or stranger. You hadn’t realized how much you’ve missed seeing your boyfriend these past few days. School has been slowly taking over your life and you barely realized how much you have ignored him.

Once you reached the front door, you lifted your hand to knock, but instead you were taken back when the door swung open before you could touch it. Josh was standing inside, a worried smile and flushed cheeks.

“I was waiting for you by the window, I got excited to see you.”

Suddenly you couldn’t form any words. Your throat was dry and you felt your breathing halt. Your vision slowly got cloudy, and your legs began to feel unsteady.

Josh noticed immediately and grabbed onto your waist, bringing you into his chest. Your arms flew to wrap around his shoulders as you buried your head into his neck. He made sure to hold you tightly, worried that you would fall. His hands rubbed up and down your back, trying to soothe you as you sobbed into him. He didn’t dare to let go, he had been wanting to hold you again but didn’t think it would be like this. You slowly lifted your head, looking up at his somber expression. One of his hands moved up to your face, wiping away the wet trails left behind and moving hair from your face to behind your ear. His lips came to touch your forehead, letting his kiss linger for a few seconds.

“You want to sit down and tell me what’s wrong?” His voice was barely a whisper.

You nodded your head, making Josh dip down to scoop you up from under your legs and carrying you as if you were his bride. He carefully walked to his room, trying not to move too quickly to prevent a possible headache or dizziness.

Once he sat down on his bed, you now sitting on his lap, he leaned down to kiss your cheek. A small blush formed on your cheeks, already making you feel better.

“Tell me everything, sweetheart.”

You let out a slow breath, reaching out for his free hand and playing with his fingers.

“I’ve just been having the worst few days recently. All my teachers make me so mad and I’m just not understanding any of the work we’ve been doing and I’m scared to ask them for help because they might get mad at me for being too dumb and I’m scared that I’ll fail all my classes and we have so much work that I can’t keep up with and my classmates are just the most annoying people ever and I don’t know what to do.”

You began to hyperventilate, quickly feeling the stres rush through you again. Josh held onto you tighter, pulling you as close as he could while he rubbed your arms. You tried your best to calm yourself down, preventing yourself from crying again.

“And I feel so bad for not texting you back as quickly or not being able to answer your calls because I was trying to do my work and I’ve just been a terrible girlfriend-”

“No, don’t say that, you’re literally the perfect girl. I’m not going to be mad at you for doing homework and trying to learn, I know it’s tough.” He smiled down at you, trying to make you feel better. “I love you, ok? You’re here now, and it’s the weekend, so I’ll take care of you.”

“I love you, Joshy.”

Your hands crept up to hold his cheeks as you leaned in, planting your lips on his. It was nothing too rough or passionate, but slow and gentle. His smile peaked through, making you follow. Oh, how you’ve missed this.

He pulled away, leaving his forehead on yours. “I’ll be back, I’m going to get you some water and something to eat.” He carefully set you down on his bed, quickly running to the other side to grab his teddy bear. “Franklin will keep you company while I’m gone.”

You giggled as he gave you the bear, clutching it tightly to your chest. It smelled somewhat like him, probably because you knew he slept with it every night, as much as he denies it. He sprinted out of the room, his footsteps loud enough for you to hear from downstairs.

Ten minutes went by, and you started to wonder what this boy could be doing. That is, until you heard something drop and a small curse from behind the slightly open door. You watched as his door was slowly pushed open, showing his back. He turned around and you couldn’t help but smile at what he was holding.

“I didn’t know what you were craving at the moment, so I just brought a picnic basket with all your favorite things.” He said proudly.

You patted the area next to you, motioning for him to sit with him. He skipped to the other side, climbing onto the bed with you. The basket was set in between you two, and he rubbed his hands excitedly before he opened it.

“I brought water and lemonade, some chocolate from that one candy store you really like, some chips just in case you wanted something salty, and some fruit so it feels like we’re eating healthy.” He exclaimed, showing you each of the items.

His eyes brightened, as if he gained another idea. He jumped off from the bed and ran to the other side of the room, searching through one of his drawers. He pulled out a pink candle and some matches.

“Why do you keep matches in your room?” You wondered, watching as he turned off the lights and placed the candle next to you on his bedside table.

He picked up a match and striked it against the box, erupting a bright fire and putting it along the candle wick. “I bought some after I bought this candle.”

You blew out the match as he held it closer to you, laughing as he fanned the smoke coming to his face. He grabbed his laptop from his desk and went back to sit down next to you on his bed.

“We’ll watch some movies together, too. I’m going to make sure that you feel real better really soon.”

As Josh opened Netflix and quickly picked a random movie, you picked up a grape from the basket and looked at him giddily. He sat up and opened his mouth, letting you throw it at him. The fruit his forehead, causing the both of you to laugh.

He scooted closer to you, opening his arms for you to cuddle him. You snuggled up to his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso and his around your shoulder. Nothing else mattered as he held you closer, just you and him laying down, laughing and spending much needed quality time.

You looked up from the movie after a few minutes, taking in the sight in front of you. His smile made you turn warm. His eyes glanced between yours and your lips, until he leaned down to kiss you once again. Your hands went to his cheeks as his moved to your waist, his kiss deepening as the white noise from the movie slowly blurred out.

Yeah, you could get used to relaxing like this.

A/N - hi im back . im still so sorry for leaving and stuff but hey im back now and slowly releasing these really late requests . if u want to know what happened i made a post on saturday so go check that if u want idk . but anyways i hope u like this one, love y’all so so much xx

taglist - @love-joshy @mzzjads

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

Carrying You From The Cold

Title: Carrying You From The Cold

Word Count: 2,056

Warnings: Some cursing, but nothing in malice. OTHER THAN THAT JUST FLUFF!! Also some poooooooooossible oocness but I think I got it good!

Ship: The Ripper’s Rose (Raiden x myself) Also Jetstream Sam x my friend Ace

Summary: When walking home from my bank well after midnight, I stop at my friend’s house for a visit. But upon seeing how exhausted I am, she’s not letting me go home alone

A/N: Just for clarification Ace and Alyssa are the same person. The same goes for Raiden and Jack! Enjoy!

Eyes of ebony gazed into the window’s glow while the frigid wind whipped Rebecca’s back without any remorse. She stood on the crooked porch of her friend’s home that had been converted into separate spaces for multiple families waiting to be granted access once more to her haven from the hellish temperatures. When the door creaked open, amethyst wisps of hair smacked against her rosy cheeks and temporarily blinded Rebecca to the figure who greeted her.

It wasn’t the slim yet toned figure of her childhood friend, Ace, but instead, one that towered hers both in height and muscle. It was a man with long umber shaded hair tied into a ponytail, chocolate eyes that always seemed to burn brighter than the sun, a scruffy five o’clock shadow, and a long scar sliced deeply into the right half of his face. Using her fragile fingertips that had gone numb long ago to brush the strands away, a warm smile spread across Rebecca’s face.

“Ah, the lady of the hour. Come in, come in, Alyssa has already set up the fire and a drink for you.” The man greeted, beckoning Rebecca in with two metallic fingers before stepping aside.

The smile on her chilled lips grew even brighter as Rebecca gave a short bow. “Thank you, Sam, and happy holidays! I would’ve dropped by sooner to wish you well but school, work, and the government trying to screw me over have left me drained. I hope you have been enjoying the last bit of the year though and that Acey has been sending my regards.”

“She always does. It’s honestly very sweet that you look past my past with Jack to still wish me well.”

Rebecca let out a quiet laugh as she wandered what was practically her second home growing up. “It’s no biggie! As I told you shortly after you came back, you are my sister’s husband so if she trusts you to keep her arms open for you then so can I! But if you ever hurt her...”

“Yes, I know, I know. You’ll have my head, and by you, I mean that your guard dog Jack will. But you know that without Alyssa I’d not even be alive, honestly.”

The polite conversation slowly shifted to a slightly wary silence as the two made their way to the kitchen. Yet any reservation that Rebecca held was thrown to the softly howling wind as she finally met with her sapphire haired sister-figure. Her slow steps burst out into a stumbling dash as she rushed to tackle the older woman by two years in a hug.

“Acey, you’re an absolute lifesaver! You know that right? It’s so fucking cold out there, it’s not even funny!”

A slight smirk crept on Ace’s lips as she caught the shorter girl in the tight embrace. She only removed one of her hands to flick Rebecca’s forehead before returning it to where it had been rubbing her back to help warm her up. “And you’re absolutely insane, you know that, right? What’re you doing out so late? It’s twenty to one in the morning and twenty-five to zero outside! And why didn’t you have anyone accompanying you?! You know what kind of assholes are out there, especially at this time of night!”

The laugh that left Rebecca’s lips this time was much more sheepish as her dark chocolate gaze flicked from her life-long friend to the floor, then to the kitchen table where two mugs filled with steaming liquid sat.

“Um well, because I’m a dumbass! I bought myself a last-minute Christmas or early b-day present but I went below my net in my bank account and I’m forgetful sooo I just went out to restore it! It was only a quick thirty-minute walk one way, so I’ll be home in no time! I just wanted to stop by since I know you were awake!”

Ace shook her head, but the smile on her lips remained. Out of all the people in the world, her little sister would be the one to do this. She was always drawn to the silence of the sleeping world, finding it even more enchanting to wander around while everyone else slept. A slight exhale left Ace’s lips as she took a moment to admit to herself that she had probably been the one who planted that seed of wonder when the two were much younger.

Her slightly scolding gaze of thrashing seas melted to a still lake as she looked Rebecca over and found no wear or tear. “Well, at least you bundled up this time, but you still feel like a friggen ice-pack!! C’mon, sit down; the marshmallows I put in our cocoa are gonna melt into nothing soon enough!.”

So the two took their respected seats and began sipping on their drinks, with Rebecca once again deeming her sister as a lifesaver for the sweet treat. The two stayed there for about fifteen minutes, with Sam also pulling up a chair to join them, talking about everything that came into their thoughts. Ace could see her little sister growing more exhausted by the minute though. From the way, her eyelids began to droop and how the weight of her head was becoming too much to hold up, she knew that Rebecca wouldn’t make it in the land of the conscious too much longer. So when the young girl slid back and shakily stood up to bid the hosting couple a good night, Ace simply walked to her side and forced Rebecca to plop down back into her chair.

“What makes you think I’m letting you walk home?”

Rebecca’s heavy eyelids shot wide open as she looked up at Ace. “I-I only came for a visit! There’s no way in hell I’m letting you let me stay or drive me back! I don’t wanna be a bother!”

Once again, Ace flicked Rebecca’s forehead. “One: You’re never a bother. Two: You’re right around the corner. Three: I will not let you go back to walking another fifteen minutes all alone, so if I won’t drive you back I know someone who will. Heard from a source he was working late anyway, Sam can you call Raiden for me and let him know that his girlfriend is trying to make a dumbass decision again?”

Rebecca tried to protest, squirming around and insisting she was fine but Sam smirked and remarked how he was on it. Ace just brought her to the couch by the heater in the living room to let her rest.

Sam stood nearby in the foyer as he dialed his old enemy and current work-rival, silently pondering if the cyborg with silver shaded hair would even answer. The phone had begun its fourth ring and he then wondered if getting ahold of Wolf would be a better way to get in contact with him. But before he could get too far on to that train of thought, there was a soft clicking sound before a familiarly raspy voice spat,

“What the hell do you want?”

Although there was no way that the stormy gazed man on the other end of the line could see him, Sam slowly raised his hands in a surrender gesture.

“Always so defensive, aren’t you Jack? Don’t worry I’d like to keep this short as well so I’ll just get to the point. Your little kitten is at my house, it was something about buying a gift then wanting to go to the bank to manage her funds. She stopped by to visit with my Alyssa and now wants to walk herself home--”

“What?!” Raiden growled before there was a short pause. 

Sam could only imagine him gritting his teeth together and pressing his foot further down on the pedal. Thinking back on the comparison he had made about him earlier, it took all his willpower for Sam to stifle the chuckle reverberating in his chest as he thought further on the mental image. The idea of the oh-so-infamous ‘Jack the Ripper’ acting as nothing more but a scary guard dog to his innocent and kitten-like girlfriend was something that Sam never thought possible. But then again one could say that Sam was in a very similar position with his wife, so who was he to judge?

Before Sam could further explain the situation, he was silenced by Jack telling him that he’d be there in fifteen minutes and not to touch Rebecca in the meantime before he hung up. Sam chuckled to himself as he strode into the room where the two women were resting, slinging his arm around his wife and explaining the current situation.

Lifting her heavy head from Ace’s lap, Rebecca softly spoke, “Oh no... I didn’t wanna cause him any trouble. I hope he’s not mad. I can walk, really!”

“Mad at you? I don’t think he’s capable. But at me, well, there’s a possibility.” Sam assured, although his jovial tone revealed how little that mattered to him.

Rebecca let out a soft sigh of relief before laying her head back down to return to her rest, leaving the hosting couple to get cozy with each other. Yet within only thirteen minutes, there was a low humming of a car engine sounding from outside and only a minute after that the sound of knocking against their heavy wood door. Seeing how Ace was still occupied with her cat-like friend, Sam was the one to greet the other guest of the night waiting outside their door. Unlike before however, these two didn’t exchange pleasantries. These two barely exchanged a full glance before Raiden brushed by his host to greet his partner.

When he did enter the living room and took in the sight of Rebecca’s small stature all curled up in the warm scarlet hue of the heater, her expression free from any strife or worries. Raiden brought his hand over his mouth but that couldn’t hide the way the corners of his mouth twitched upwards or the warmth that coursed through him just by being in such a peaceful presence, her presence.

Once more Sam strolled in and stood beside Raiden, letting his arm rest on the other man’s shoulder. “See, there’s your kitten all safe and sound.”

Turning his narrowed gaze towards Sam, Raiden only told him to shut the hell up. His voice remained low as to not disturb the dear sight before him. But it was Ace who had broken the quiet as she cleared her throat.

“Will you two stop mind fucking each other? ‘Cause if you don’t then I’ll be the one having to stay with our cat the whole night.”

This seemed to snap the two out of their mental fighting as Raiden reached forward, easily scooping the small stature of his starlight into his arms. Without opening her eyes, Rebecca just wrapped her arms around her partner’s neck while a happy noise slipped from her lips. She then leaned forward to brush her lips against his cheek before immediately burying her face in the crook of his neck as though it was the safest place for her to be. Even though it was common knowledge how comfortable Rebecca was with her love, the wave of not only relief but pride that flowed through Raiden never ceased.

He then quickly said his goodbyes to Rebecca’s sister and her husband. Thanking them both for keeping an eye on her before carrying his partner out.

The sensations, however, tickled his cybernetics nerves and Raiden couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips. “Long night, huh?”

“Mmmmm, needed something special... as a gift... Now I gotta recharge. It’s too cold.”

“Alright then, I got the car still running so it’s nice and warm for you. But next time, just call me if you needed to get out for a bit.”

Rebecca lulled her head to the side as she let out a breath of a laugh, “I know, but I wanted to surprise you with a gift, ‘cause I love you...”

Raiden leaned down slightly and pressed his lips against Rebecca’s forehead. “I don’t need anything else when I’m lucky enough to have you by my side... So, as I said if you need anything just give me a call, alright? I love you more than you’ll ever know...”

[sungjungelf]

I just wanted your birthday to be perfect

A/N : An Oikawa x reader character scenario to celebrate his birthday. I named the reader Saiko but you can change it for yours

Word count : 1147

Warning : none 

Characters : Oikawa Tooru x reader 

This morning Saiko woke up earlier than usual. To tell the truth, she barely slept that night. She needed to get everything ready for her boyfriend’s birthday. Today, Tooru Oikawa was turning eighteen and she needed everything to be perfect. The previous night she made sure the milk bread she baked were ready and tasty, that the gift she wanted to give him was well wrapped and that her clothes were cleaned and ironed. Once everything was done, she was too excited and also a little bit anxious to sleep so she stayed up until 2 am and woke up at 5 am.

After taking a shower using rose petals, she took her phone and posted a happy birthday message on her tweeter before deciding to put make-up on her, mostly to hide her eyebags from the lack of sleep. She usually rarely wore makeup, only using some when going on a date or on special occasions. And today was a special day so she decided to make an effort on applying it. She looked at her phone and saw it was already 7 am. Since they were on a Sunday, neither Tooru nor her had school or training but his parents had to both work at 8 am. She hurried and got dressed with the cute floral blue dress she bought the previous day, put her shoes on and arranged her bangs before putting all her stuffs on wicker basket and leaving her house trying to as silent as possible in order not to wake her parents nor her brother up.

On her way to Tooru’s house, she could not help but wonder if he was going to enjoy what she prepared for him and, most of all, she was praying for him to still be asleep when she arrived. Tooru was usually waking up early, mostly between 7 am and 8 am, even during days off. But for her plan to actually work, she asked his best friend Iwaizumi to take him somewhere after their practice the day before, in order to be sure he would be too tired to wake up early.

 She finally made it to his house just before his parents left the house, greeting her and letting her enter before heading to work. When she entered the house, she stayed at the entrance for a bit, searching for any noises or sign of life, but she could not hear anything meaning that Tooru was still sleeping. She slowly took off her shoes, making sure not to do a single noise, and headed to the kitchen. There she took Tooru’s favorite mug – which had an alien on it – and she started preparing some tea. Once it was done, she carefully took the teapot poured some tea on the cup before putting both of them on a tray. She then added the milk bread she did and some chocolate she bought at a Belgium coffee shop. She remembered going to it with Tooru and he really enjoyed their chocolate so she thought it could be a good idea to take some for him.

After doing this, she went to the bathroom to check on her clothes and hair to be sure she did not ruin them while preparing Tooru’s breakfast before heading back to the kitchen. The girl then held the tray and slowly walked to her boyfriend’s bedroom, carefully walking through the hallway and going upstairs. She stopped at his door, once again searching for some noises and, after taking a long breath, she carefully opened it, using her foot and elbow.

“Good morning Tooru ~” Said the girl with a soft voice, not the wake him too violently.  She only got breathing sounds as a reply, making her chuckle slightly. The evening with Iwaizumi and the rest of his team must have been hectic for him not to wake up as he usually is a light sleeper.

Carefully walking to his bed, she put the tray on his nightstand before slowly getting on his bed to sit on it. She then slowly moved her hand to his hair and caressed them in a tender way. “Tooru ~ it’s time to wake up” she whispered, still caressing his hair, leading the boy to slowly open his eyes. “Hmh?” He was struggling to keep his eyes open and register what was happened. “Saiko? What are you doing here?” asked the young man while trying to rise a little bit and rubbing his eyes. “Happy Birthday Tooru” said the girl while harboring a light smile on her face, one of the few genuine ones she rarely gave. “Birthday?” Tooru was still struggling to stay awake and it took him few more seconds to fully reach consciousness, watching around him and seeing the tray full of homemade food. “Saiko you did this for me?” He looked at her both surprised and happy. Saiko never forgot his birthdays and always prepared breakfasts for him, making sure all his favorite foods were part of it. "You shouldn’t bother so much about it you know” said Tooru while looking at all she did. “As if” she replied, looking at him smiling.

Tooru could not take his eyes off her girlfriend. He always finds her beautiful, and this from the first day he saw her. But today, he could not help but find her more gorgeous than ever. Yet she had not changed much from usual since she was already beautiful when natural but, seeing how she tried to dress well and to pleasure him, he could only find her more beautiful.

“I’m sure you’ve been awake all night to do this” Saiko shook her head to deny what he was saying but he knew her for six years now and could tell when she was lying or not.  “I just wanted your birthday to be perfect” Now fully awake, Tooru slowly reached for his girlfriend and pulled her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her tiny yet firm waist. “The fact that you think about it already makes it perfect Saiko” He put his head on her shoulder and hugged her, closing his eyes at the pleasurable and relaxing scent of flowers she had. They both stayed like that, hugging each other’s and appreciating this tender moment. While hugging his girlfriend, Tooru was caressing her thighs, as her flower dress was rising up a little due the position they had. However, it was not the time for some more intimate things, the young man just wanted to feel his significant other’s skin on his fingers and cherish this precious moment.

After a moment, probably twenty of thirty minutes, Saiko backed off a little bit from Tooru and left a light kiss on his lips. “I think your breakfast is no longer hot now” Tooru could not help but let a little chuckle out, “Fine, I’m getting up”.

Heeeeey, if you read that it means that you survived my first Oikawa x original character scenario. It’s the first time I’m writing something this long and English is not my first language so I’m sorry if you suffered while reading this! Anyway, thank you very much for reading it and don’t hesitate to tell me if you want a sequel or another Haikyuu x Reader   And the most important….Happy Oikawa day !

[calumance]

LA Devotee - Part VII

Warnings: fluffy with a hint of angst! I don’t even think there's a cuss word.

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: There’s been something eating away at Emily ever since she went on her first date with Calum, and Calum realizes that Emily solely relies on public transportation to get her around the city.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this part of the story! It’s long, but I promise it gets better from here! Feed back and requests are always welcomed!!

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI

         At first I wasn’t sure what to think. The little demon in the back of my head screaming how wrong this was. At the same time, there was a second voice telling me how right this was. His lips held their place on mine, waiting for my reaction, and the more I felt his lips on mine, the more I sounded out every single voice my head. His thumbs rested gently on my cheeks, the pads of his fingers gently grazing the skin on my neck. My stomach did a flip and I moved my own hands to be on the side of his face. I pressed further into the kiss, telling him silently that it was eating away at me too. His grip on my face tightened as his lips curled into a smile, still pressed against mine. This was definitely worth being woken up at three in the morning for.

           He pulled away from me, pulling far enough away that he was standing straight up. My hands gliding from his face to his chest. My palms feeling his heart racing in his chest. His hands stayed on either side of my face for a second, but then he dropped them, causing me to drop my hands as well. “I should have kissed you goodnight on Sunday, I don’t know why I didn’t. Maybe I didn’t want you to think I was pushing you, but after a lot of thinking, and I mean a lot of thinking, I knew I needed to. I just couldn’t wait until I saw you again.” He ran his hand up and down the back of his neck as he spoke.

           I looked behind him and realized that he was still standing in the hallway, outside of my apartment. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. “I should’ve kissed you too, I wanted to, but I was worried you didn’t want to. My last relationship was not awesome, so I’ve been a bit on edge getting back into this whole dating thing.” I raised my eyebrows, not meaning for that to come out, but it did. “I guess there’s your daily fun fact about me.” Nervously, I ran my hand up and down my arms.

           Calum took a step closer, putting his left hand on the side of my face. His eyes stared into mine, and all I could focus on was the chocolate pools that sat in his irises. My throat worked as I tried not to turn into a puddle. “Emily, I like you, whatever it is that happened in your past,” He paused, his eyes flickering between both of mine, “With me, I can promise you it won’t happen again.” I smiled, my eyes brimming with tears. Even without him knowing any of the details of the past couple of months, I still believed him. “Can I kiss you again?” He asked, slowly inching closer to my face.

           My breath hitched as I nodded, my smile faded as I longed for the feeling of his lips against mine. “But then I have to go back to bed, I have to work tomorrow.” Calum agreed to my conditions and then pressed his lips against mine again. His thumb resting on my cheek bones again. My stomach twisted, in a good way, and I tried to think back to the first time I kissed my ex. Nothing about our relationship had ever felt like Calum and I. From the beginning it felt like we were two people who just settled for each other. There were never fireworks, there was never stomach butterflies, there was nothing. With Calum, with his lips pressed against mine, I felt like the whole world has stopped, and that we’re the only two people on this planet. All I could think how Calum felt like Earth and Heaven to me. When Calum’s lips left mine, and his eyes stared into mine, I shook the thoughts from my mind. Who cares if that relationship was a mistake, I’m here now.

         Calum pulled his lips away, leaving them just mere centimeters from mine, and bid me a goodnight. As he pulled the rest away from me, he let his finger trail down the skin of my neck, causing all of the hairs on my body to stand. His eyes were soft as he walked away from me and laid on the couch, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes. As I grabbed a blanket from the closet, I thought about what it would feel like to sleep wrapped in his arms. I unfolded the blanket and gently placed it over Calum’s body, a small smile turning up at the corner of his mouth. As much as I wanted to grab him and pull him down the hall and to my bedroom, I resisted. Instead, I walked down the hallway and shut my bedroom door, leaving it open enough that I could hear if Calum needed me. As I crawled back in bed, and rolled onto my side to get comfortable, I touched my lips, still tingling from the feeling of Calum’s lips on mine. Before I could really take in the feeling of his lips on mine, I was fast asleep again.

         My alarm went off way sooner than I wanted it to. My eyes stuck closed from the exhaustion still sitting behind my eyelids. As much as I thought sleeping for two more hours would be a good idea, I should’ve just stayed up. Through the haze of exhaustion, I got out of bed and walked down the hallway to jump in the shower. As I moved around my bathroom, I kept as quiet as I possibly could. Even though Calum was fast asleep on my couch, a drop of a shampoo bottle could easily result in waking him up. After drying my hair, I left it straight then made my way back to my bedroom to get dressed. A tight fitting grey t-shirt caught my eye and I pulled it over my head. I dug through my drawer and pulled out a pair of black jeggings, and topped my grey shirt with a bright red blazer. The finishing touch was a pair of black heels, the kind that have the strap around the ankle, and then one across the toes.

         As I made my way to my kitchen, I tried to be as quiet as possible, my heels against the floor being the only sound I made. Once I was in the kitchen, I looked at Calum who was still soundly sleeping on the couch. Everything in me telling me to go over and run my fingers down his cheek. I shook my head and started to prepared my coffee. As it finished, I poured it into the same travel mug that I take with me every day, and put just the right amount of creamer and sugar in it. I tightened the lid and set it off to the side as I walked to my table and grabbed my bag and anything I needed to take to work with me. After I got my bag ready to go, I walked over to the couch and gently shook Calum. He stirred for a couple of seconds before he finally woke up, rubbing his eye and sitting up. “Hey, I’m leaving for work, you can stay and go sleep in my bed for a while, just make sure you lock the door when you leave.”

         He blinked a few times and shook his head, “Thank you, but I think I’ll just head home.” He bunched the blanket I had put on him in his arms and stood up. I stood behind him and watched as he folded the blanket and placed it on the cushion. After he dropped the blanket on the couch, he ran his hand through his hair a few times. As he stretched I walked over to my table and grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. Calum walked through my kitchen and met me on the other side, holding my travel mug out for me, a smile set on his face. I thanked him and gripped it in my fingers before turning towards the door. The door swung open and Calum stepped out into the hallway before me. After I locked my door we made our way down to the main floor and out the front door.

         The birds were chirping outside, greeting the morning sun. A soft breeze which made the morning a little cooler than it usually is. I loved my morning commute on mornings like this, made my heart happy and made me remember how much I actually love living in Los Angeles. Calum and I reached for our sunglasses at the same time. He placed his on his nose and I did too. When I looked up at him, I flicked my hair out of my face. “Get home safe, alright? Text me when you get there since you only got like three hours of sleep.”

         His keys jingled as he pulled them out of his pocket. For a second, he looked around until he pulled his eyebrows together, his eyes meeting mine behind his sunglasses, “Emily, how do you usually get to work?” It was like it just now occurred to him that he had never seen me drive, and was now unsure if I had a car or not. I don’t, lost that in the divorce too.

         A fake smile plasters across my face and I grab my bag with the arm opposite of the one it’s sitting on. “Good ole public transportation.” I adjusted the bag on my shoulder and then pointed in the general direction of the bus stop I walk to every morning, then shrugged. No, public transportation wasn’t ideal, but it got me where I needed to go. Also, I get some good music listening in on my commute.

         Calum shook his head, then motioned for me to follow him. “I’ll drive you to work.” He started to walk away, adjusting his keys between his fingers, and letting them dangle from his pointer finger. I stood still while I contemplating if I wanted him to drive me or not.

         “Calum, I’m perfectly okay with taking the bus to work, I’ve done it for like four months now. You got very little sleep last night and I think you should just head home and get some sleep.” I took a step in his direction, mostly because I didn’t want to yell towards him, but also because I wasn’t sure if the bus sounded all that great today.

         He turned and pulled his sunglasses down so he was looking at me over the top of them, “I’ll be fine, I’ve had days where I literally slept thirty minutes, then performed after. Let’s go.” He pushed his sunglasses back on the top of his nose and then turned on his heels to continue walking towards his car.

         I dropped my hands to my side and jogged to catch up with him, making sure not to spill my coffee, and almost falling on my face since I bought these shoes a week ago. He caught me by wrapping his hand around my arm. His hand traveled down my arm to my hand, where it stopped and didn’t release. When we got to his car, he let go of my hand and immediately ran to the passenger side to open my door for me. After I climbed into his car, I put my bag between my feet and held onto my coffee mug, taking a sip as he walked around the front of the car as he usually does. As he dropped into the driver’s seat, I thanked him for the ride and he nodded as he shifted the car into drive and started on his way.

         He pulled up to the building and lowered his sunglasses and looked up. “You work in there?” As I grabbed my bag, I nodded. “What exactly do you do? You’ve never told me.” He looked at me and I grinned.

         “I work for a magazine. I edit the stories that are being published before they actually get published.” Calum made an impressed face and nodded, “Yeah, lucky you, you got two fun facts about me today.” I playfully nudged his arm and then cleared my throat, “I have to get inside or I’m going to be late, thanks again for the ride.” He nodded towards me and pushed his sunglasses back up. The door popped open and I started to climb out of his car. With the door wide open, and one foot out the door, a thought popped into my head. Suddenly, I turned back to Calum and pressed my lips against his. His fingertips instinctually grazed my cheek and I could feel his lips pull upwards. He pulled away after a second and I bit my bottom lip, “Uh, yeah, have a good day, Calum.” His cheeks flushed a soft pink and he grinned back at me.

         Just as I shut the door, I saw Mikayla walking in. After I waved to Calum, and seeing him wave back, I jogged a bit to catch up with her. Just as I stopped next to Mikayla, Calum pulled into traffic and drove off. Mikayla looked behind me and gave me a look, “Wait, did Calum just drop you off?” She took a sip of her iced coffee and placed her hand on the door handle.

          After we walked through the door, I linked my arm with hers and nodded, “Yeah, so get this,” On the way up to the office I told her the entire story. I started at the phone call after I got home from work and my way through the entire night and the whole morning up until meeting up with her. Mikayla sucked on her iced coffee, completely fixated on the story I was telling her. She kept expressing how happy she was that I was finally happy. Which, I hadn’t realized I was happy until she told me she was happy I was happy.

         Shortly after I finally got settled in today’s project, my phone went off, Calum telling me he made it home. I texted him back telling him to get some sleep and that I’d talk to him later. The rest of the day was quiet, besides the normal meetings and other work related things that I had to do. When it was finally time to head home, I walked out the front door, waving goodbye to Mikayla as she walked toward the parking garage. The wind blew my hair in front of my face, and as I moved my hair, I saw Calum leaning against his car, his arms crossed over his chest. Once he knew I could see him, he lifted one hand and waved at me. The butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I sauntered my way over to him. “What are you doing here?” I ask him, a different tone from when he showed up at my apartment on Sunday morning, a smile stretched across my face.

         He removed his sunglasses and tucked the arm into the collar of his shirt, squinting at the sunlight. His lips pulled into a smile and I wanted to reach forward and pull him into a hasty kiss, but I put my hands behind my back. “Well, I went home and got some sleep and after I did some stuff around the house I decided I couldn’t stand the thought of you taking public transportation home.” He pushed himself off his car and took a few steps closer to me, closing the space between us. “So, now I’m here to take you home, and I have a surprise for you.” His words slowed and he licked his lips. My eyebrows raised when I placed my hands on my hips, wanting more answers. “But, you have to come with me to get the surprise.” His eyes widened and he started walking backwards away from me.

         I rolled my eyes and gave in, letting out a chuckle escape my chest and took a few steps closer to him. He smiled in satisfaction and opened the door for me. As he sat in the car, a smug smile sat on his face. I narrowed my eyes at him, completely terrified of what this surprise could be. He drove in a direction towards my house, but eventually drove past it. My eyebrows stitched together and I looked at him. He made the motion of locking his lips, making it known that he wasn’t going to say a word to me. Just as I was about to burst trying to figure out where he was taking me, he pulled into a Dodge dealership. My eyebrows pulled together harder as my head snapped towards him, “What are we doing here?”

         He pulled his car into the customer parking and shut the car off, “You can’t continue to not have a car.” He took his keys out of the ignition and dropped his hands into his lap. “You took an Uber to and from my house, that makes me feel horrible.” He raised his eyebrows and put his hand on the door handle, “Also, public transport is awful. Let’s go.” He popped the door open and started to climb out.

         I watched him for a minute. He stood in front of his car and looked at me through the windshield making a hand motion for me to hurry up. I popped my door open then made quick work to meet up with him in front of his car. My head tilted up to read the sign on the front of the building. When my head fell my gaze was met by Calum’s smug look. “Why did you chose this dealership?” Calum drives a Range Rover, yet he brought me to a Dodge dealership? Not that I was really complaining, the car that was taken from me in my divorce was a Jeep, but there was no way for him to know that.

         He put his hands in his pockets and he looked down at me through his sunglasses, “You have a Mopar keychain on your keys. I figured if I was going to take you to buy a car, figured it should be one that you like.” I thought about my keys and thought about the keychain he was talking about. It was the blue M that Mopar had for their symbol, I had gotten it a few years ago for free when I went to an event with the dealership I worked for. How Calum even noticed that keychain was beyond me. My eyes flickered between the ground and my feet wondering what else he has figured out about me that I hadn’t told him.

        He smirked and started to walk away, but I reached out and grabbed his wrist to stop him. He pulled his eyebrows together and readjusted so that he was holding my hand, “Calum, I don’t really have the money to buy a car, that’s why I don’t have one.” I shook my head, “It’s so expensive to live here, if I put any money down on a car, I may not be able to pay my rent.”

         He let go of my hand and smiled a sweet closed lip smile. His fingers grazed my cheek as he reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear, “It’s okay, don’t worry about the money, let’s just get you a car.” His hand rested on my shoulder for a second before he turned back to walk towards the front door. I sheepishly followed behind him, feeling like my world was moving in slow motion. As he reached the door, he grabbed the door handle and stepped to the side to allow me to walk in before him. Once I was inside, I was immediately greeted by the receptionist. Calum came up behind me and took his sunglasses off. “We’re here to see Dave, I spoke to him on the phone earlier.”

         The receptionist punched a few numbers into the phone on her desk and told whoever answered, I assumed Dave, that his appointment was here. Within a minute, a darker skinned  gentleman in his late 50’s came out and introduced himself as Dave. Dave looked like the normal car salesman, khaki’s, a button up shirt with the dealership’s logo on the left shoulder tucked in. He had salt a pepper hair and a five o’clock shadow. Dave stuck out his hand and Calum shook his hand first and then I shook his hand second. “You must be Calum, and you must be Emily. Do you have any idea of what kind of vehicle you’re looking for?” He put his hands on his hips and smiled.

         “Uh,” I hesitated, looking over at Calum who still had a smug smile plastered on his face. “I honestly didn’t even know I was coming here today.” My hand absent mindedly ran up and down my opposite arm. “I don’t really even know what my options are.” The question was mostly directed at Calum.

         “Get whatever you want.” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

         I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and looked back at Dave. “Can I just walk the lot for a while?” Dave nodded and I headed back out the front door, Calum and Dave trailing a little behind me. I walked up and down the aisles of cars until my eyes landed on a black Dodge Challenger. My fingers grazed the hood as I walked to the driver’s door and peaked inside. The interior was black on black with “R/T” in white letters stitched into the seats. My fingers continued to graze the pearl coating on the car as I walked around the whole thing. I could feel the excitement bubbling in my stomach and all I wanted to do was drive it. My eyes locked onto Dave and he raised his eyebrows. “Can I drive this one?” With a nod he turned to the building and walked away.

         My eyes couldn’t leave the sight of the car while he was gone, Calum standing next to me admiring the car as well. “You like this one?” I nodded, a smile resembling the one kids get when they walk into a toy store, stuck on my face. When Dave came back with the keys and a license plate, he handed me the keys and I suddenly felt giddy. As I climbed into the driver’s seat, Calum climbed into the back seat, and Dave into the passenger seat. Dave set the license plate in the window and I turned the car on. It roared to life and my heart skipped a beat. The odometer showed 2 miles, making my smile stretch even further. I’d never driven a brand new car. My hands rubbed up and down on the leather steering wheel while Dave explained some features to me. After he finished talking, I shifted the car into drive and pulled out of the space, heading towards the main road.

         The main thing that sucked about driving in Los Angeles is the amount of traffic. My fingers regripped the steering wheel as I let out a frustrated sigh. I was starting to get annoyed that I really couldn’t test the power of the car due to the amount of cars on the road. Apparently the annoyance was radiating in the car, because Dave suddenly told me to go down a side street. As I followed his directions, we finally ended up on a nearly empty freeway, strange for being in the middle of the city. “Go ahead, test the car out.” He encouraged. My foot pressed down on the gas pedal, the engine roaring as it quickly built up speed. My heart raced and I smiled, feeling pure adrenaline pumping through my veins.

         The fun quickly ended as we pulled back into the dealership. I parked the car next to Calum’s and climbed out, stepping back to see the two cars next to each other. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and bit my bottom lip. Dave walked inside allowing us a minute to talk it over. As I stared at the two cars, Calum stood his ground in the spot next to me. Together we looked at the cars, which looked really nice sitting next to each other. A blacked out Range Rover, and a blacked out Dodge Challenger, “I want it, Calum, I really do,” I blurted out. At first I was talking about the car, but after he draped his arm over my shoulders, I realized that maybe I was talking about something else.

         “Then it’s yours.” He rubbed his hand up and down my arm and I turned towards him, asking him if he was still serious about this. “Yes, come on.” He held out his hand, offering me to take it and I gladly took it. We walked back into the dealership holding hands. Dave was leaning against the receptionist’s desk until he saw us, a smile and a clap coming from him as he informed him we would take the car. Dave had us sit at his desk and he started pulling all of the papers out. Calum sat back as I signed the hundreds of papers I had to sign.

         “So, are we financing the car?” Dave looked over the top of his glasses, his fingers on the papers I would need to sign if I were to finance the car.

         “No, we’re going to pay in full.” Calum sat up and spoke up before I even had a chance to open my mouth. My eyes locked on his face, and he pretended to not notice my glare. I know I had been excited and lost in the moment, but was I really okay with him buying me a car, in full? My eyes lowered to my fingers as Dave discarded all of the finance papers and Calum pulled out his wallet. Maybe I could make payments to him? Like a personal car payment. As Dave took Calum’s card, I watched Calum’s face. His expression did not waver, the smile on his face still glued to his cheeks. Dave cracked a joke, and Calum laughed and placed his card back in his wallet after it ran through successfully. My eyes fell back into my lap as Calum finally looked at me.

         After everything was done, Dave handed me a folder full of papers and the keys. We shook Dave’s hand and Calum and I walked out together. Calum draped an arm around my shoulders and I ducked my head still in complete disbelief that Calum just bought me a brand new car. I stopped him right outside the door, balling the side of Calum’s shirt in my hand. He looked at me, eyebrows pulled together. “Calum, you didn’t need to do this. I can make payments to you or something. I’ll have to look at how much I can give you, but maybe I can give you a couple hundred dollars every month or something.” My eyes flicked back and forth between Calum’s slightly panicking.

         Calum shook his head and laughed, putting his hand on my cheek, “You don’t need to make payments to me. Just enjoy the car. Please.” I felt like crying, I wanted to break down and hug him and never let go. Instead I faked a smile and thanked him.

         He kissed my forehead and told me to get home safe. He climbed in his car and drove off before I even got in mine. Eventually, I made my way to the car and drove myself home. I pulled into the lot behind the building and walked away from the car, but keeping my eyes on it until I absolutely had to look away from it. The sense of wanting to cry dissolved for a while, I was able to get into my apartment and thank Calum for the millionth time through text message, and each time I thanked him, he just sent back the blushing smiley face and the kiss with a heart face. It wasn’t until I laid in bed that I finally broke down and sobbed, sobbed until I fell asleep.

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Cinnamon Coffee | Part Two

 A/N: So, I’m being nice this week, posting part two only a couple of days after Part One. That’s only because I’m going away in one week, and I wanna post every request left before I leave. So enjoy Part Two, I don’t know if it’s as good as part one.

Pairing: College!Fuckboy!Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 3K

Warnings: Mentions of sex, tears and swearing.

PART ONE

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The walk of shame. That’s what (Y/N) was doing right now. She was still half-drunk, holding her heels and bra on her hands, dress all wrinkled and makeup melting on her face, that including the stains left by her lipstick and mascara. She was crying and praying to not be seen by anyone. Lucky enough, her dorm was close to Tom’s. Actually, she didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing, because he would get to her in seconds.

The whole building was empty, everyone was at the party and it was pretty late, which meant that the showers were also empty. She spent a whole lotta time under the hot water, as if it would somehow get the bad feeling out of her. She cleaned her makeup and all the gross body fluid out of her and slided down to sit on the ground, hug her legs and cry. She needed a good cry, and the most of all, she needed to be alone.

Not that what happened tonight wasn’t good, it was fucking amazing. But she knew that right after she came, that was it, she was nothing else to him than a trophy. He got her in his bed, and that was it. Even if she denied it with all of her strength, she liked Tom. She liked every time he called her something nice, or did a nice gesture like getting her coffee or holding her books. But she shut him out because she knew she would break her heart, because after all, Tom was nothing else but a player. Giving in and going to bed with him was a huge mistake, because she had given him what he wanted all along. He didn’t even really cared about her.

She got into her most comfortable clothes and thanked God that her roommate was going to spend the night at her girlfriend’s room, which was all the way across campus. That way, she could have a good cry alone and not have to explain it to anyone. She cried herself to sleep that night, not before glancing up to the window, with the sun coming up outside.

Tom got really worried about her. He dressed up in a blink of an eye and looked for her everywhere, but she was long gone. The first place he went to was her dorm, but her room had its light off, curtains opened and no sign of the girl. He started to really worry about her, going back to the party to see if he could find her or someone she was friends with, and nothing. He spent the rest of the night looking for her around campus, finally giving up when it was 8 PM. He needed coffee.

He slowly walked to the café right next to her dorm to find the usual barista working along the sound of a soft music. He was tired, and that’s why he didn’t usually ordered his tea and decided to go for a coffee instead. Tom is not going to be able to shut his eyes until he found her. 

“Hello Tom, your usual?” The barista, Lizzie asked and he shook his head no.

“I want a coffee today.”

“The cinnamon latte?” She asked. It was his other regular order, as he usually gives it to (Y/N).

“No, humm… Espresso.” She nodded and went to do his coffee. He looked outside, the sun barely shining, but it was day already. He glance at her window and his heart ached, maybe she was already there. “Do you mind if I leave quickly? I won’t take long.”

“I’ll just get your coffee done.” She said and he nodded.

“Thanks.”

He ran outside, all the way through his window. One girl tried to talk to him, but he ignored her, going straight to (Y/N)’s window. He leaned against the glass and by a small gap between the curtains he was able to see her sound asleep in bed. He sighed in relief, she was alright. So, Tom decided to go back to the café to get his order.

“Can you give me that cinnamon latte, also two banana breads, and some of those mini croissants. The chocolate and the butter ones.”

“You can drink your coffee while I do the rest.” She smiled, knowing he was ordering (Y/N)’s full order. “Do I draw the little heart right next to her name?”

“Please.” He asked softly and she nodded.

It didn’t take long to get the order ready, but long enough for him to finish his small espresso while listening to that soft song and the sound of the coffee machine. He paid for the whole order and tipped the barista. He didn’t rush to get to her, because he wanted to let her sleep for a bit more. But soon he was standing in front of her window, knocking softly to not scare her off in her sleep.

(Y/N) blinked a couple of times before opening her eyes, woken up by soft knocks on her window. The clock said it was a little passed 8 AM and she had slept for only 3 hours and a couple of minutes. She rubbed her eyes and sat in bed, looking around, and she was all alone. She slightly opened the curtains to find Tom standing there with coffee and a bag. She closed the curtain right in his face and he knocked again.

“(Y/N), please let me talk to you.”

“I don’t wanna talk right now Tom.” She mumbled now back in her bed. She felt the tears floating back to her, as she hugged her legs again, as if that would somehow shield her from all the emotions coming towards her.

“Please, I’m so worried about you baby.” He said once again and that made (Y/N)’s heart ache. She wiped a tear away and didn’t answer. “I spent the whole night looking for you, please let me in.”

“I just wanna be alone.” He closed his eyes outside the window, pressing his lips together and desperately wanting to talk to her. He nodded, but he wasn’t ready to give up yet. (Y/N) stood there, crying and not bothered by Tom anymore, at least until she heard knocks on the door. “Please, let me rest.”

“I brought you coffee. Your favourite. And I also brought banana bread and mini croissants, the chocolate and the butter ones." Her heart warmed up, but it was still shattered. Somehow, she got some strength to get up and open the door. He smiled warmly and handed her the things he said. "If you really don't wanna talk, I can just drop this for you and go away. I was so worried."

"Stay." She whispered but it was enough for him to listen and follow her into the room. She rested the food over her table and sat in bed again, in the same position she was before, watching him sit next to her and make himself comfortable.

"Why did you run?"

"I-It's just… I swore to myself I would never sleep with you, and once we did it, I broke vow and I was just… Too much for me. And I'm all sorrow and everything hurts…" She crumbled even more, and his heart ached to see her like that.

"D-Did I hurt you?" He was shaking, scared of the answer. She didn't know what do say. He got her hair away from her neck to find a whole lot of dark marks around there. Tom's heart ached and he let a tear scape. "I'm so sorry baby girl, I didn't wanna hurt you, I just wanted to make you feel good."

"You did make me feel good. It was amazing. But what hurted me the most was that it was all I was going to get from you."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that after it was done, you would simply forget about me and collect my name as one of your trophies." She glanced back at him and Tom was crying too.

"I could never forget about you. I never did all of those things to get you to my bed. I genuinely like you." He held her hand and caressed it softly. "I know I'm not a good guy and that I don't deserve you, but I couldn't help but think you're the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Tom…" She sobbed and he stopped her.

"I just wish I didn't hurt you." He said, now looking down to his lap. "I just hope you're okay."

"It's just, you do it to every girl. How could I be so special to the point where I would have special treatment?"

"You're so special, and precious darling." He wiped one tear away from her face. "You're funny, you're kind, you're beautiful, inside and out. I let my feelings float when I was around you and I wish I didn't let my strong dom side be so hard on you, and I wish I could have properly asked you on a date."

"I really like you Tom, I just wish you would stop messing around with girls."

"I only did it because I thought you didn't want me." He said, tearing again. "I didn't sleep all night, looking for you. I came by, but you weren't in your room. I thought something had happened to you, I was so worried."

"I spent a good time crying in the shower." She chuckled, but her whole body hurted. She moaned in pain, shutting her eyes closed. "Everything fucking hurts."

"Do you have Tylenol? Or any painkiller?"

"My purse, right there on the table."

He got through the purse he had sticked many post-its with cute messages for her and got a painkiller out of it. He handed to her along with her latte and she leaned back to her pillow and drank it while they remained silent. He entwined their fingers and caressed the back of her hand. She closed her eyes, feeling his fingers massage her hand.

"I really like you too." He said, smiling tenderly to her.

"Thank you for the coffee." She said, resting it on the table next to her. She opened the bag and handed him one of the banana breads.

"I bought it for you, darling."

"I want to share. You must be starving." He nodded and took it as she smiled at him. "It means so much to me, the little things. Like, getting me breakfast, worrying about me."

"You deserve so much more."

"I have all I need." She kissed his cheek and started to eat one of the croissants.

They ate the whole thing silently, sometimes caressing each other, causing smiles to come out whenever that happened. They talked and apologized to each other for being such idiots with the other. Once they finished it, he got up to throw the things away, and yamned midway.

"You must be tired." She said and he nodded, rubbing his eyes.

"I think I might just go back to my dorm and sleep."

"C'mere." She said, pulling him by the wrist, making him sit in bed again. She sat in front of him and held his face between her hands, leaving a small peck on his lips. Tom smiled and she pulled him to lie down. She was facing him, but their legs were entwined and he was playing with her face while her hands rested on his chest.

"My pretty angel. You're heaven sent." He kissed her forehead and rested his chin on the top of her head. "It's so good to sleep and know you're safe."

"And that we're together."

"That's even better." He kissed the top of her head. "I promise to be gentle with you next times. I promise to take care of you, get you all the coffees and croissants you want and I promise to never let you go."

"I promise not to be a bitch and not so insecure about us."

He stroked her hair and she smiled with his touch, hugging him to get even closer, as if it was somehow possible. She rested her head at the crook of his neck while his nose was buried on her hair.

"Baby girl." He said, very low.

"Yeah."

"This feeling of having you in my arms is the most amazing one in the world. My pretty angel."

"Why do you always call me pretty angel?"

"Because that's how I see you. And I'm calling you MY pretty angel. You're mine now."

"I'm yours for a long time now."

"And I'm yours as well. You have my heart since the first day." He continued to stroke her hair and she smiled. "I think I'm falling for you."

"That's good."

"Why?"

"Because I might be falling for you too." This was his turn to smile and glue their lips in their first real kiss, one filled with real feelings. They smiled during the kiss, taking as much time as they could, and they had plenty of it. They separated when air was need, smiling so hard that their faces hurted.

“My pretty angel.” He caressed her face. “Where do you want to be taken for a first date?”

“Anywhere, as long as it is with you.” 

“I’ll think about something. Now can we please sleep?” He yawned and she nodded, turning around so he could pull her to sleep with him. 

“If my roommate comes in and find us like this, she’s never gonna leave me alone again.” She giggled and he shrugged.

“I don’t really care, you know.” He said, kissing the back of her neck. "Let's just… talk later."

"Alright." She pressed him tighter against her, getting even more comfortable around him.

“Sweet dreams baby girl.”

“Sweet dreams darling.”

(...)

It was Saturday again, a couple of weeks after that one party. (Y/N) was at her usual spot, this time not reading alone, but trying to get a little sun with Poppy, her roomate. They were enjoying their conversation when one person came around them. He wasn’t doing what he used to do every Saturday morning. This time, he was dressed up properly, holding three strawberry smoothies.

“Good morning ladies.” Tom said, sitting next to (Y/N), delivering both the girls one smoothie.

“Uhm… Thank you.” Poppy thanked, taking the smoothie.

“Somebody is being sweet today.” (Y/N) giggled and Tom threw his arm around her.

“I’m always sweet. I’m made of pure honey, baby girl.” He said, and she left a small peck on his lips.

Some girls passed through whispering and staring with very ugly face. (Y/N) recognized them as the girls that used to always be running after Tom across the campus, but he never actually talked to them. Since the party events and since they talked about their relationship, they started to be more public, and just like that, the hottest guy on campus was dating someone, and that caused a lot of hate towards them. Tom and (Y/N) were the main topic of many conversations, and it somehow still makes (Y/N) laugh.

“Dude, this girls are so mad that we are together.” She giggled, taking another sip of her smoothie. “How is it going to the desired boy in campus?”

“I think almost every girl I had on my contact list blocked me. But that’s okay, I only need the number of two.”

“Two?” (Y/N)’s blood boiled in jealousy and Tom chuckled.

“Yeah, you fool. Yours and my mum’s.” She rolled her eyes and he smiled, pulling her to another kiss. “You’re jealous already?”

“I’m not jealous.” She crossed her arms and he kissed all over her face to make her soften. “Stop it! I hate losing an argument because of kisses.”z

“Seriously, I still don’t know how you guys happened.” Poppy said, now halfway done with her smoothie. “I mean, she was cursing you with all of her strength two weeks ago, and now she’s kissing you.”

“That’s called repressed love, darling.” Tom said and it made the girl under his arm roll her eyes.

“That’s not it.”

“Really?”

“You haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend yet.” She crossed her arms and puffed her chest.

“Well, I’m waiting for the right moment.” Poppy giggled.

“I always knew you two would end up together.” She pointed at the couple, still giggling.

“You did?” (Y/N) furrowed her brows and Poppy nodded.

“Of course I did. I’m not stupid. You talked about Tom… A lot! And you would keep staring at him like undressing him with your eyes. Kind of gross, actually.”

“I fucking knew it!” He said, pointing to the girl right next to him.

“You don’t have moral until you actually ask me to be your girlfriend.”

“Shut up love.” He kissed her and pulled her to his lap.

“So, I guess I’ll see my girlfriend, because I don’t like being the third wheel.” Poppy got up and pulled her purse up.

“Hey, maybe we should go on a double date sometime.” Tom said and (Y/N) nodded, agreeing with him.

“Yeah, maybe after he asks me to be his girlfriend just like Gen did to you, Pops.”

“Oh for fuck sake! Will you be my girlfriend?” Tom asked, now angry at her and she giggled, kissing him briefly.

“Not yet.”

“You’re confusing me!” 

“Now you know how I get with all of these feelings.”

“Just accept it, (Y/NN)!” Poppy shouted, now much far away.

“I don’t think I will.” She glanced at Tom and kept staring at his eyes for long seconds. “Or maybe these eyes will make me accept it.”

“So do it.” He whispered, taking her lips again.

“I do want to be your girlfriend, Thomas.”

“Good, cause I don’t know what I would do if you didn’t want to.” She smiled and got up, standing one hand in the air for helping him get up. “What are you doing?”

“I wanna do some things with my boyfriend.” She said, getting really close to his ear. “But I don’t think that kind of stuff is proper to make in public.” He smiled at what she said, feeling his trousers get tight down there, only with her words.

“So my room or yours?”

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Wish (Aladdin x Reader)

Character: Aladdin Fandoms: Aladdin live action, Disney Categories: Gender Neutral Reader, Fluff, Flirting Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff Word Count: 2,2k words Summary: Some self-indulgent, cute fluff of reader hanging out with Aladdin and being close. Notes: Can be considered a sequel to this gif imagine.

  Something jumped over me and I jolted up. A soft weight was on my back, and I immediately knew what it was.

“Mmm… Abu…” I whined, annoyed that the monkey had woken me up.

“You’re still asleep?” Aladdin’s voice filled the space of our home.

“I was” I complained, shoving my head back on the pillow.

I heard Aladdin chuckle as his footsteps grew closer. Abu was still over me, trying to get me to sober up as he made little noises of complaint. I tried to swat him away, but the monkey insisted.

“It’s a beautiful day!” Aladdin, cheerful as usual, poked my side once he was next to me. “We should go out”

Opening one eye, I looked up at him. He received me with a bright grin that made it impossible to be mad at him for waking me up. I opened my mouth to reply and before I could say anything, he had grabbed ahold of my arms and sat me up with a small laugh.

“C’mon!” He urged me, gently tickling my sides. “Let’s go out for a walk!”

I sighed as I lazily rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I could feel his dark eyes focused on me, expectant. Abu was also nudging me, so I absently pet his head.

“There’s no use in resisting, is there?” I smiled in spite of myself, knowing him too well.

“Nope” I wondered how he was so energetic all the time, and how that smile of his never faltered.

“Fine, give me a moment” I gave in, yawning as I tried to sober up. The remnants of my dream still chased me, of a magical being who granted wishes.

“C’mon already!” I yelped when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to my feet. “There’s so much to see!”

“Yeah” I sarcastically replied as I comfortably leaned on him. “A whole new world”

“We can go somewhere other than the bazaar” Aladdin didn’t let me ruin his good mood.

When he let go of me, I moved to wash my face. Abu jumped on my shoulder, probably following to make sure I didn’t lie down again.

“Slept well?” I looked over my shoulder to Aladdin, who was leaning one shoulder on the wall.

“Yeah” Once my face was clean, I brushed my hair as I turned to him. “Dreamt about a genie who granted wishes”

Aladdin grinned, nodding his head in acknowledgement. Ever since we met, I had been talking about genies and wishes, about what I would wish for. That day, not that long ago, Aladdin came into my life. He helped me and invited me into his home with him and Abu. We had stayed together ever since. But even his company didn’t distract me from dreaming with a better life. Noticing he had averted his gaze and his smile trembled for the first time, I frowned. While I daydreamt with a better life, it always included Aladdin.

“I’m sorry” I walked over to him and put my hands over his arms, which were crossed over his chest. “You are my family, Al, and you will always be no matter what”

The smile returned to his face, which was a comforting sight.

“It had been a while since you last called me Al” He muttered, cocking an eyebrow.

“Because now I know your name” I joked, calling back to when we first met. “Al… Al… What was it? It started with ‘Al’, didn’t it?”

That day I had been so distraught and absent that I couldn’t remember his name. no matter how many times he repeated it –‘my name’s Aladdin, I already have yours memorized, Y/N!’ –it always slipped my mind. Instead, I struggled with it.

His grin widened even more, but he rolled his eyes a little at me. Taking my hand in his, he walked out of our home. I glanced at Abu over my shoulder, smiling at him in camaraderie.

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Aladdin had been right in that it was a beautiful day. The marketplace was crowded as usual. The sky was clear and the sun shone brightly above us. The weather was warm but not hot. There was a very slight breeze.

However, I had been right in one thing. It was the very same. There weren’t many places for us to go to, so we travelled the same streets of Agrabah. He had tried to make it exciting, like when he told me there was a new stand on the bazaar. But it was the usual anyway.

“Here!” Aladdin tugged at my hand, taking me with him.

“What?” I watched the sweets stands he was approaching. “No, you’ll get in trouble!”

“It’s okay” He winked at me as we reached the stand.

My mouth watered at the sight of all the delicious treats, but it wasn’t worth it Aladdin getting in trouble for that little whim. No matter how much I liked them.

“Hello!” He cheerfully greeted the vendor, only to be received with a scowl.

“Get out of here, street rat!” The man replied, looking at my friend with contempt.

I took a step forward, angry and ready to tell him a few things in defense of Aladdin. But the aforesaid put a hand on my hip and stopped me from starting a scene. Even if his smile lingered, I could tell a wave of hurt crossed his eyes.

“Guess you don’t want my money then” Aladdin held up one coin, tempting the rude vendor with it.

“You probably stole it too” Replied the man, not changing his mind.

“We’ll go spend our money somewhere else, it’s okay” Aladdin shrugged, taking a step.

“What will it be?” The seller reluctantly asked, motioning to the food.

I exchanged a glance with Aladdin, who smiled and read my mind. Knowing which ones I liked the most, he pointed at those ones.

“Two, please” His smile became smug as he gave the coin to the vendor. “Thank you”

I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my laughter at the man’s scowl. We bought our sweets and walked away under the glare of the seller. Aladdin and I giggled as we walked away.

“Where did you get the money?” I absently fed Abu a piece of my treat as I watched my friend.

“I have my methods” He shrugged one shoulder, and I had to laugh a little. It was perfectly possible that he stole it, but I knew he was too likeable to do that all the time.

“What you have is charm and puppy brown eyes” I teased him, shoving my shoulder against his. To my surprise, Aladdin let out a genuine guffaw.

“Are you calling me handsome?” He dedicated me his best dashing smile.

“Shut up” I replied, rushing to finish my treat to busy myself with something else.

“You know what you have?” Aladdin chuckled, pinching my chin. “Chocolate on your face”

He tried to wipe it clean, but I pushed him away to do it myself. He didn’t stop smiling.

I had almost forgotten about Abu, and that might have been the reason why he squeaked at me to complain. I stuck my tongue out at the monkey, knowing he didn’t like it when Aladdin and I got so playful.

My heart fluttered at the moment, but it stopped when I realized his grin was falling. I knew Aladdin well enough to realize what was bothering him. I linked my arm with his and smiled at him when he looked down at me.

“You’re not a street rat” I gravely told him. “You know that, right?”

He frowned slightly, but didn’t reply. All response I got was a reluctant head nod.

“But you are a thief” I joked, wrinkling my nose to reinforce my playful tone.

“I only steal what I need…” He defended himself, shrugging a little.

I noticed he was trying to distance himself from me, so I squeezed his arm with mine.

“Did you need my heart?” I smugly replied, causing him to quickly turn to me.

“Y/N…” Aladdin whined, half annoyed and half amused.

We locked eyes, and ended up laughing together at the silly moment. Still, I meant my words, and judging by the grateful look in his eyes, he knew that.

“Al?” I muttered, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“Yeah?” His voice was soft and gentle again.

“With you, I couldn’t wish for a better life…”  

I felt my cheeks burning. The sensation only intensified when Aladdin stopped walking out of shock. I kept my head glued to his shoulder so he couldn’t see me blushing.

The moment was over, however, when Abu intervened. He shrieked in annoyance, making me jump up at the sudden noise. I separated myself from my friend to look at the monkey on his other shoulder.

“Sorry, Abu” I delicately petted his head. “We’re done being cheesy now”

Aladdin chuckled, causing me to look at him. His eyes were full of fondness. To tease me about the corny moment, he wiggled his eyebrows. I stuck my tongue at him to shut him.

“Here, look!” Aladdin got ahold of my arm and gently tugged at it.

“What is it?” I stumbled, struggling with his sudden quick pace.

Abu, who had settled over my shoulder, moved back to Aladdin’s. We moved to an emptier area, and he stood by the front of a tall building that was partially in ruins.

“What are you scheming?” I asked him when he stopped and turned to me.

“Trust me” There was a mischievous hint to his smile that intrigued me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he had scooped me up in his arms and lifted me up to get me to a ledge at the side of it. Doing what I assumed he wanted me to, I held on to it and tried to push myself up.

“Climb” Aladdin said, slowly letting go of me when he assured I had secured myself. “I’m right behind you”

I leveraged myself until I was up there, looking down at him from higher ground. I leaned out and held my hand for him to take, knowing it was too high for him to get up on his own. He was gone.

“Need help getting up?” He asked me, startling me.

“How did you…?” I glanced from the ground below us to him standing next to me. “That was fast!”

Aladdin smiled as he offered me a hand to pull me up. I took it, admiring the way his lips curved up. I truly hoped he never stopped smiling.

Abu called us from a few meters away, jumping in place to gather our attention. When I looked his direction, I gasped at the wonderful sight. And I thought the view was breathtaking from our home.

“I always forget to bring you here” Aladdin mumbled as I made my way towards Abu. “I knew you would love this place”

“You can see all of Agrabah!” I mumbled in awe, still taken aback by the view.

It was a lot higher than our home, so everything seemed calmer and smaller. However, the city spread before my eyes as it lost itself in the horizon. I could see the marketplace that surrounded us, but also the port and even the palace.

Aladdin sat down and gently pulled at my hand until I took a seat next to him.

“Can we stay here for a while?” My eyes were still fixed in the distance.

“As long as you want, Y/N” He got comfortable, leaning his hands on the ground behind him.

-

Hours had gone by. We had been in complete silence. All we did was enjoy each other’s company as we admired the view. It only became more beautiful once the sun started setting. The sky changed colors, from soft blue to dark, accompanied by orange, pink and purple. 

Aladdin lingered by my side. Abu had settled on my lap, half asleep as I absently petted him. I couldn’t possibly imagine a more perfect moment.

A chill took over me as a gush of wind surrounded us. Night had fallen, bringing a cooler weather.

“Are you cold?” Aladdin broke the silence that had established for hours.

Not waiting for a response, he took his vest off and put it over my shoulders to coat me.

“The vest isn’t helping much” I giggled, passing my hands through the arm holes. “But it’s the thought that counts”

“You’re welcome” Instead, Aladdin put an arm over me and shoved me against him. His body warmth immediately helped a little.

I shielded myself in his embrace and sighed. I closed my eyes, forgetting about the view that had fascinated me for so long. All it mattered now was the wonderful feeling of his closeness.

“Are you comfortable?” Aladdin softly asked me, now rubbing his hand against my arm.

“Yes” I smiled to myself. “I couldn’t wish for anything better”

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The Matchmaker: Five

In the morning, you let yourself into Rebecca’s townhouse, hefting the bag a little higher on your hip to keep it from slipping.

“Y/N?” Rebecca calls, “Is that you dear?” You smile a little, “Yes, Miss Becca!” you call back, setting your bags down. “The Agency called me this morning. They said you wanted me to come by earlier today.” The elderly woman eased herself up out of her chair and padded over, poking through bags idly. She’d long stopped actually checking through them. You were efficient and you always told her if you had to deviate a bit from her list anyway. She nodded, “Hiram is coming in from California later today,” she said, “I know how... uncomfortable he makes you sometimes.”

You smile a little, “I still would have come, you know that.” She smiles and pats your hand, “I know. You’re a good girl.” She waits while you help yourself to a cup of coffee before dragging you to the sofa to chat, “Miss Becca,” you protest, laughing, “I’ve got to get your things situated and get your washing done!” She laughed, “Hang the washing, I’d rather hear about your date.”

You shake your head and smile, “Rebecca,” you protest, “What happened to not meddling?” She took a sip from her own mug and grinned, “I’m not meddling. I’m gossiping.” You pat her hand, “It went fine. Just fine. We talked about what my boss said, we talked about a TV show, I introduced him to the Cafe a few blocks from my house. And Chai Lattes.” She smiled, “He does have a sweet tooth... He loves Butter Pecan Icecream.” You nod, “I noticed... I probably shouldn’t tell him my mama owns a bakery still in my home town.” 

Rebecca giggled, “I’ll tell him... The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, after all.” You roll your eyes fondly and bustle around to get her a fresh coffee, “I’m pretty sure Bucky would tell you that the best way is actually between the 4th and 5th rib.” An exasperated sigh from the livingroom tells you she understood the joke and was trying not to encourage you. “Did he kiss you at least?” she pressed. 

“I didn't kiss and tell, Miss Becca,” you tell her gently, handing her coffee. “ She pouted a little and you smile, “We had a perfectly lovely evening and that’s all I’m going to say.” She nods and sighs, “Fine. I’ll just ask Bucky later.” You giggle, “That’s the spirit, Miss Becca.”

___________________

The truth was, it was more than a nice evening. Bucky had indeed devoted considerable effort to ruin your lipstick. The make-out had been intense. He’d pulled you onto his lap to straddle him and you’d gone willingly. It had made you dizzy, being so close to him. Feeling him get hard underneath you. His moan against your lips when you’d tangled your hand in his hair and nipped his lip. It had taken considerable effort not to grind on him. You needed to feel more of him. A primal need to tear his clothes off and fuck him until he couldn’t walk.

“Bucky,” you pant as his hands find the hem of your shirt about to rip it off, “we need to stop.” His hands stilled and you bit back a disappointed groan. “You’re gonna kill me, darlin’” he groans, “Been 70 years since someone kissed me like that.” You laugh softly and lay your head on his shoulder. 

You need to stop kissing him because if you don’t, you’re going to start begging him to take you. That doesn’t mean though, that you’re ready to stop being close to him. He isn’t ready to let you go either, judging by the way his arms wrapped around you. You swallow hard, “I’m sorry I just,” you start and he hushes you gently. “No apologies,” he murmured, “I understand... even if I was hoping I could kiss you good enough you’d forget and let me get you naked.” You snort and he rubs your back, “I can wait,” he assured you gently, “Slow is okay as long as I get to do it with you.” 

He cuddles you close. He wants to fuck you stupid. His cock is aching and he’s willing to bet you’re very ready for him. He’s willing to bet you’re aching too. But you’d wanted him to stop. He couldn’t fault your logic. You’d been hurt before. Been used and abused by people who weren’t worthy of you. It was fine. Fair that you wanted to take your time. He wanted to shift your weight but he couldn’t bring himself to. He was relishing the feel of your body against his. It felt good. It felt safe. Better than the weighted blanket Natasha had bought him. 

“I’m gonna dream of how good you feel,” he whispered kissing the side of your head. “God, Kid,” he murmured, “I never wanted a first kiss so bad.” You make a shy sound and nuzzle his neck, “I wanted it too. So bad,” you tell him. He smiles to himself and hugs you tighter.

“Can you stay?” you ask softly. “Stay?” he asked. You nod, “Just. Just to sleep,” you murmur, blushing. Bucky felt himself melt. It was so innocent. Just a simple request to be held while you slept. “I’d love to,” he said gently, kissing your forehead. The way your eyes lit up was worth knowing he’d probably not sleep at all, too distracted by you to be able to close his eyes.

He’s right. He’s still awake when you reach across him to answer your phone just before dawn, “Yeah?” you say yawning.

Bucky smiles and situates himself to watch you.

“No, It’s not time for me to be awake yet,” you murmur, rubbing your eyes and sitting up slowly. “ ‘S fine mama,” you say yawning again. “No, I fell asleep before I got your texts... It’s too early for you to be trying to encourage me having kids out of wedlock so you can be a grandma stop.” You groan and Bucky chuckles quietly, refraining from pointing out that he could have put a baby in you last night and solved both of your problems. 

You reach over and gently put a hand over his mouth, silently pleading with him to stay quiet, “No mom,” you tell her, “Just no... What are you gonna do if we decide we don’t want kids? Or that this isn’t even going to work?” There’s a slightly panicked series of sounds and you smile a little, “Then chill out and just let us figure it out. Mom, he’s an Avenger and I’m a boring academic. Just relax... It could be worse. I could have taken Rob back after he cheated on me the second time.” You roll your eyes, “Mama,” you tell her yawning, “Can we do this after I get my coffee? I love you too. I’ll call you again soon.”

You hang up the phone and Bucky pulls you into his arms again, tucking the blankets around you, “You’re a lot of things doll,” he said, “But you’re not boring.” he murmured, kissing you good morning. You blush and nuzzle his chest, “Let’s see what nonsense names my mom sent me,” you snort, “I’m gonna hate it but I gotta know.”

He lets you resituate and glances at your text messages, “Khaleesi?” he asked confused. “She likes Game of Thrones,” you explain. “Reagan... nope. Nope absolutely not. Trickle-down economics are bullshit and drugs are fun,” you say scrolling. “Paisely, Kohl, Jaxon... Nope. No.” Bucky laughed, “Where does she find these?” You groan, “I don’t know. I don't want to know. I just want her to stop. Bucky we’ve had two dates!”

“And we slept together,” he rumbled, pressing a soft kiss into your neck, chuckling when you shiver. 

“Dirty old man,” you murmur, tossing your phone aside to nestle back into his arms. “Your dirty old man if you’ll have me,” he said smiling. 

“I think I’ll keep you,” you murmur, “You’re comfortable to lay on.” He grinned, “Happy to be of service,” he said, swatting you gently on the backside. Relishing you little involuntary shudder of pleasure when his palm made contact. “Take me to breakfast before I get started?” you ask. He made a soft thoughtful sound, “Breakfast with a pretty girl after I spent the night with her,” he hummed, “In my day it would have caused a scandal.”

“In your day,” you say, wiggling out of his arms to get dressed, “People died of head colds.”

“Fair point... If I order extra bacon will you help me eat it?” he asked stretching.

“Only if you don’t judge me for ordering chocolate chip pancakes,” you say, pulling a hoodie on.

“Deal,” he laughed, finger combing his hair.

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[jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels]

Don’t you hear my call though you’re many years away - Chapter 5

A/N: Get ready to spend some time with John! This is all types up on my phone, please forgive any grammatical or punctuation errors. No clue or the word count.

Warnings: minor angst, mentions of drinking, slow burn.

I was amazed I slept at all that night, but I did, and I slept well. I woke around 8 the next morning. Smiling. I popped out of bed to start getting ready for my morning with John, and the afternoon with the band. Excitement was better than caffeine any day.

I took my time getting ready, I even curled my hair at the ends, but still parting it down the center, as that seemed to be the style.

I was applying my perfume when there was a soft knock at the door. It was a little before 10, I knew it was John, but I couldn’t seem too eager.

I pressed my ear to the door and asked “who is it?”

I heard a chuckle and he replied “it’s John Deacon.”

When I opened the door, he was beaming at me, his eyes crinkling.

“Hi” I sighed at the sight of him, still shocked that John Deacon was at my door, “good morning.”

“Good morning, sorry I’m early” he said as he shoved his hands in his back pockets.

“That’s alright, I’m almost ready. Come in”, I said taking a step back.

As he passed the threshold into the room and closer to me, I put my hand on his chest, stopping him. He looked me in the eye, with a soft smile painted on his face. I leaned in, and he met me half way. The kiss was sweet and gentle, much like his hand on my cheek.

I pulled back slightly and said “now it’s a great morning.”

His smile grew as I moved my hand from his chest and he made his way into the room.

I shut the door and as I turn around I was stopped in my tracks when I found him sitting on the foot of the unmade bed, leaning back on his hands. Heat scorched through my body, aching to be pressed against him. I could tell John was having similar thoughts as he raked his eyes over me and bit his lower lip.

I let out a shaky breath as I made my way across the room and past him to a window where I’d placed my earrings on the sill. I was trembling slightly as I leaned over picked them up.

“So what’s the plan for this morning?” I asked turning around, catching him checking me out from behind. I guess there was something to these short shorts.

His cheeks turned red, as he stumbled over his words, “oh, uh...well, um whatever you wanted.”

“I was thinking maybe you could show me around the area today, so I can get familiar with it, then possibly over the course of the month I’m here, maybe you could show me other places? Buckingham, Trafalgar, ya know, the major points of interest...” I suggested. Maybe I was pushing things.

“Sure” he said “I aim to please.”

I looked up at him from putting my shoes on.

“Is that right?” I asked. He nodded, keeping a wicked smile plastered on his face.

I sauntered towards him, his eyes following my every move. Once I was in front of him, I leaned down and put a hand on each of his legs, giving them a gentle squeeze as I moved my lips to his, keeping just a breath apart. He tried to kiss me, but I moved back, earning me a raised brow from him. I hovered my lips over his again as I whispered, “I think I’m going to enjoy having you as my guide.” I brushed a kissed against the side of his mouth, stood up and turned on my heels.

Once I was at the door, I looked back at him over my shoulder to find him rubbing his palms up and down this thighs.

“Ready?” I asked cheerfully.

“Uh...yeah, sure” he said as he stood up.

I held my hand out as he walked up to me, he took it without hesitation.

**

Our morning started out with a stop at a small bakery he suggested because of their chocolate croissants, and was he right. They were delicious, I’d have to be careful, I could eat them every morning.

We stayed in the area, John telling me some history he knew, places that had been rebuilt after the war, and others still showing the scars of bombings on their facade. I could listen to him talk all day. He could read me the ingredients list off a box of cereal and I’d be enthralled.

He showed me his favorite record store, where we browsed around a bit, and he asked me about my record collection. I panicked seeing as I didn’t even have a CD collection any more, but luckily I grew up with parents who loved their records, I was able to list a few of my favorites off the top of my head,

“I like Ray Charles, The Beatles, The Temptations, The Beach Boys. I tend to listen to a little of everything I guess.”

He told me about bands he liked, and records he was looking forward to buying. His taste leaned towards Motown but he said the Beatles were one of his favorite bands, and mentioned that he really enjoyed Elton John’s “Your Song”.

Scanning the records, I found a 45 of “La Vie En Rose” by Louis Armstrong. I picked it up and showed John.

“I love this song! I have it as my...” I caught myself, I was about to say ringtone but that wouldn’t make any sense to him.

John looked at me, his brow peaked, questioningly.

“You have it as what?” He asked.

“I’m not sure what I was trying to say,” I laughed nervously “I just meant it’s one of my all time favorite songs.”

He’s caught my slip up, but didn’t seem too concerned with it as he spoke.

“Not sure I know that song, but I do know Louis Armstrong.” He said.

“La Vie En Rose” I said “it was in one of my favorite movies, ‘Sabrina’.”

“Not familiar with that one” he replied with a small shake of his head.

“You’ll have to watch it some day,” I said, and held up the 45 “and you’ll have to listen to this!”

“Promise” he said with a sweet smile.

As we left the record store he talked to me about school, and explained what he was studying. Most of which went over my head. He also told me he would be sitting some tests in the near future.

“I know you’ll do well” I said.

“You think so?” He asked.

“Of course. I just know it.” I said encouragingly.

Eventually we made our way back to Kensington Market, and walked all 3 floors. He even showed me where Roger and Freddie had a stall, even though they weren’t there that day. I could see why it was such a popular place, but he said he tended to avoid it because it was always so crowded.

As we left the market he asked if I was hungry.

“I could eat” I replied.

We walked to a small shop, where we bought a couple of sandwiches and sodas, since John suggested we have a picnic in a near by park. The same park I traveled to. The one I’d be traveling from. I made sure we were no where near that area as we sat in the soft grass. I had an irrational fear that I’d be sent back before getting to know him better.

“Tell me about your family” he said, as we sat in the shade.

“Well, I’m the youngest. My older brother, he’s 10 years older than me, he manages a book store, he’s not married, but I’d love for his current girlfriend to become my sister in law. My Dad works for a telephone company, he’s made his way to management over the years, and my mom is a housewife.” I replied, keeping with the story my friends and I had developed. My brother actually managed an electronics store, and my mom was a compliance officer at a bank.

I continued, this time with the truth, “I have a large extended family. There’s so many of use that family gatherings look more like block parties. But we’re all very close despite the sheer number of us.”

“What about school, what do you want to teach?” He asked, picking at a few blades grass.

“I hope to teach art, I love art.” Not a complete lie, I did love art, which is why I was majoring in digital art, my Dad and his mother both did their share of painting, where I leaned more toward photography and graphic design.

“Maybe we could visit a few of the museums while you’re here then” he suggested.

“I’d love that” I replied sincerely.

“What happens if your family should run into your ex, while you’re here I mean?” He asked, out of left field.

“Oh, well they won’t. He doesn’t live in my hometown, we met in college, so it’s unlikely they’ll see him. But if they did, what could they do? I’m already here.” I said with a laugh.

He seemed satisfied with that answer when I asked him to tell me about his family. Not thinking it might be a sensitive subject until he cast his eyes down.

He told me about his parents and sister, and how he lost his father at a young age. He shared his favorite memories of him with me. As he spoke I took his hand in mine. I could see why people labeled him as fragile in the future. But he wasn’t. He was sensitive, but that didn’t make him weak, he just felt everything deeply. The loss of his father affected him tremendously. As would Freddie’s. At that moment I didn’t give a passing thought to what my leaving would mean, but I didn’t know yet where our relationship was heading.

“Hey” I said softly, changing the subject “do you think we could make a stop so I could buy some beer? Just as my way of saying thank you again to you and your friends?”

“Sure, we can stop at the off license on the way to the flat.” He replied.

“The what? And what flat? I thought you had practice tonight.” I said.

He laughed. We’d been playing this ‘game’ all day. I didn’t know a biscuit was a cookie, or that bin was trash can, now I didn’t now what an off license was.

“An off license” he said, smiling as his eyes crinkling “is where you buy beer, wine and such outside a pub.”

“Oh you mean a liquor store?” I asked.

“If that’s what Americans call them, then yes.” He laughed and continued “and a flat is an apartment.”

“I knew that one!” I defended myself, playfully pushing him.

He took that moment to lean over and kiss me, and catching me off guard, we toppled over in the grass. I started laughing instantly while John looked embarrassed for a moment but joined in my laughter.

“You have a beautiful smile” he said.

“Yours isn’t so bad either” I replied coyly.

He leaned down, meeting my lips with his to finish the kiss we had fumbled. He lowered his body so it pressed against mine, causing me to moan into his mouth.

He broke the kiss far too quickly, making me whimper.

“As much as I’d like to continue this,” he said in a husky voice “I’d rather not be arrested for being ‘indecent’ in a public park.”

I doubt we looked indecent, we probably looked more like a tangled heap of arms, legs and hair, as mine was splayed behind my head, and his curtained our faces.

I huffed and said “damn rules and laws.”

He pushed himself off me, stood and offered me his hand.

**

As we walked to his shared flat from the off license, he suggested I was trying to bribe his friends since I had bought beer, wine and whiskey. He may not have been wrong.

“How do manage to practice here with out your neighbors complaining?” I asked as we approached the stairs.

“They’re mostly our age, so they don’t complain much. But we’re not plugging in tonight. And fair warning, be prepared for bickering.” He said as he opened the door.

I couldn’t wait.

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[honeymoonjin]

A/N: This chapter is a little shorter, but I think I’m going to stop strictly writing every chapter of a story at 3k words, I’ve found it really restricting. It’s 2.4k. Also, keep sending in your thoughts of who you want the romantic relationship to be with in this story, I want to make sure I’m writing something that you guys are interested in reading.

LOST IN TRANSLATION ↳What do you do when you have no qualifications but want to see the world? You help teach English in a Korean primary school, apparently. ↳Principal!Jin, math teacher!Yoongi, PE teacher!Hoseok, English teacher!Namjoon, school nurse!Jimin, art teacher!Taehyung, and science teacher!Jungkook.

CHAPTER THREE ↳You prepare for your first day of actually teaching at the school, and are let in on a well-kept secret.

The nurse’s house was small and cozy, and you were sure one day in the near future you’d go around and explore all the nooks and crannies and details that made it special, but for now you were just trying not to fall asleep in your soup.

He had insisted pretty much the second you got in his car and went to thank him for letting you stay that you should call him Jimin, not Nurse Park, and that was fine with you. It felt more comfortable living with a ‘Jimin’ than a ‘Nurse’.

In fact, comfortable was certainly a word you were beginning to associate with him in general. He blasted the heaters the whole way home, spoke softly and slowly, introduced you to his cuddly cat Miso, sat you down on his couch with a blanket while he heated up some beef broth, and was now walking you through a welcome package he had prepared.

“My house doesn’t have very good heating, so I got you some bed socks and a heat pad. Heat pads are very popular here in Korea, do you know what they are?” You nod with a soft smile, a little overwhelmed with his thoughtfulness. “Oh, good! This one is for the microwave, too, so you can use it over and over again. Next I got you a SIM card, it’s got 500 texts a month and 1GB of data, hopefully that’s enough, and here is an adaptor, I googled what plugs they use in your country and got an adaptor so you can plug your stuff in to our walls, and then here’s some traditional Korean candy, I thought you might like to try some, this flavor is my favorite, actually, but the most popular one is…”

You could cry with how kind he’s being, and it sure is tempting, but you bury it down with a spoonful of salty, rich broth and resort to thanking him profusely every time he pauses to take a breath.

Once he collects up all the gifts into a little basket, he stands back up and holds a hand out to you. “You must be tired, I’ll show you around quickly and you can have a sleep if you want. I need to get back to work, I’m sorry.”

“Of course!” You put the empty bowl down on the table and take his hand with your non-sprained one, letting him tug you upright and lead you down the hall.

“Clearly, this is the living room, just across there is the kitchen and dining room, and let’s go down the hall, I’ll show you the rest. Okay, bathroom, toilet, laundry. I’m sorry, but I only have one bathroom, so we’ll need to share.”

“Oh, it’s fine! Thank you.”

He beams at you, cheeks puffing out, and places a hand on your back. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m very happy you’re here.”

You blush at that comment and allow him to point out his bedroom quickly before opening the door to your room, directly across the hallway from his.

“I know it’s not much, but I’ve put the heater in here and given you some extra blankets too. I bought a desk and bookcase from the secondhand store, so hopefully they should be okay. Let me know if you need anything else.”

You shake your head. “This is…very much. You are very nice, Jimin.”

He deflects the compliment with a laugh. “Don’t worry about it. I need to go back to the school now, but help yourself to anything in the kitchen, have a shower or a bath if you want, have a sleep. Wi-Fi password is written on the fridge.”

You expect him to take his leave and lock the door behind you since he was probably already missing more time than he should, but before he turned away, he pulled you into a quick hug.

He’s barely taller than you, and when he takes you in his arms his chin tucks into the side of your neck, so that you can feel the vibration in his throat on your skin. “I’m really glad you’re here, honestly.”

He pulls away, red-faced, and quickly dashes down the hallway, snatching his keys off the table and shutting the door firmly behind him.

You stand, still in your bedroom, bewildered. You didn’t realize Koreans were that quick to be so friendly, or maybe it was just him.

At any rate, your jet-lagged brain was too filled with cotton to do anything but collapse on the single bed and fall into a deep sleep.

“Wake up, wake up!”

You groan at the cheery voice and let out a yawn, eyes still squeezed firmly shut. “No, not yet. Give me five more minutes.”

A pause. “Uh, I don’t understand what you said, but you should probably get up.”

Wait. Who was that? You huff slowly out your nose as the events of the past day catch up on you. The plane, the school, the other teachers. Jimin’s house.

Your eyes shoot open. “Oh, I’m sorry! Why- uh what, what time is it?”

You sit yourself up, rubbing at your eyes and squinting in the bright bedroom light. Jimin’s sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at you, wearing raggedy plaid pajamas. His hair is matted down on one side and sticking up on the other like he’s just woken up. He smiles serenely down at you. “It’s just after half past six, I thought you might need some time to get ready this morning. I usually leave home at 7:30.”

You sigh and it morphs into another yawn. You slept for over 12 hours? Jet lag really had it out for you. You went to reply but were cut off by the unmistakable sound of your stomach grumbling noisily.

Jimin grins cheekily at the way you blush. “I’ll make breakfast for us while you get dressed.”

“Yes, thank you.” You wait until he leaves the room, shutting the door softly behind him, before getting up to put some work-appropriate clothes on, still thudding around like a zombie.

One suede skirt and linen blouse later, you pad out to the kitchen, hearing more than one voice. Jimin has his back to you, stirring at a steaming pot on the stove, and a man you vaguely recognize from yesterday sitting at the table.

The young man glances up when you approach slowly and flashes you a toothy smile. “Ah, sleeping beauty! You ready to eat?”

You nod and laugh awkwardly, not wanting to admit you had forgotten his name. He scooted his chair over to give you room and you sat down. “Do you be here? Um, you live here?”

Jimin scoffed, beginning to plate up three bowls of a creamy looking porridge. “Basically.” He held a bowl in each hand, cradling the third against his chest, and joined them at the table. “Jungkook lives next door, but he’s always coming here for free food and a ride to the school,” he clarified.

You nodded. “Oh, I understand.” You let Jimin hand out the bowls, Jungkook taking his from Jimin and immediately digging in like an animal, and you giving Jimin an awkward little head-bow upon receiving yours.

The porridge is hot but thick, almost gelatinous, and it’s got a hint of something savory in it. Unlike anything you’ve tried before, but quite effective in warming and filling your stomach for the day. “You cook well, Jimin,” you compliment.

He blushes and fiddles with his spoon, eyes squinting into crescents. “Ah, thank you, Y/n, I’m glad someone appreciates me.” He throws Jungkook a playful glare. “I think I like her much better than you already, she’s so polite. You might have to find a new hyung if you don’t start being more grateful.”

Jungkook ignores him and leans over to you, stage-whispering conspiratorially. “I know you’re just being nice because he’s giving you a place to stay. If you get sick of him, you can always come over and stay with me.”

“This kid,” Jimin interjects, “he couldn’t take care of a dead frog long enough to dissect it! Don’t listen to him.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and rocks back on the legs of his chair. “For the last time, it was meant to turn that color! Basic biology, I wouldn’t expect you to know.”

“Jungkook, I went to medical school.”

“You didn’t go to medical school for frogs!”

Jimin finishes his bowl and chucks the spoon down with a dramatic shake of his head. “I fear for the children, Jung-ah, I really do.”

You clear your throat awkwardly. “Sorry, but it’s almost 7:30.”

In perfect time, their heads shot towards the clock on Jimin’s wall and they swore, rushing to the kitchen to dump their plates.

Apparently, on a Tuesday, there were three English classes, but the first period was free, so you were quickly herded to the staffroom, which you hadn’t seen earlier but was in the back of the reception room, by Jimin before he left to go start working.

The staffroom was basically a little kitchenette and a couple couches, but the heater was on blast and they had a little container of hot chocolate powder in the coffee and tea cabinet, so you were happy.

As you got yourself settled, you were prepared for forty-five minutes of sitting alone and doing nothing, but just as you took your first delightful sip of hot chocolate, the door opened and in walked one of the other teachers.

You remember him as the one who openly insulted your Korean level in front of his whole class and the principal, and he makes no effort to smile at you as he drearily makes himself a black coffee and slumps down on the couch opposite.

“You aren’t teaching?” you offer up nervously when the awkward silence becomes too much for you.

He gives you a droll look. “Of course I’m teaching. That’s why I’m here instead of in my classroom.”

You pout into your hot chocolate. “Maybe that is why children hating math. Their teacher is so grumpy.”

His lip twitches and he pokes his tongue into the side of his mouth. “Maybe if I could understand what you were saying, I’d be able to respond to it.”

You huff petulantly. “You speak English and then you know it’s hard and not be mean.”

He raises a lazy eyebrow, taking a slow drag of his coffee. “Wow, what an inspiring lesson for the children. Learn English and you won’t be mean anymore. Unfortunately, it hasn’t worked for me.”

You close your mouth after it had been hanging open. “I agree. I think you are just the Grinch or Scrooge.”

You’re shocked when, instead of a glare, he laughs openly, exposing a surprisingly cute gummy smile. He composes himself quickly, levelling his dark eyebrows at you. “You should be nicer to your elders, you know. What if Principal Kim heard you speaking to me like that?”

“Principal Kim already knows,” you answer confidently, “he is agreeing with me about you.”

Teacher Min shakes his head one last time and stands up, finishing his coffee in two lazy gulps and leaves the dirty cup in the sink, ignoring the laminated sign that explicitly read ‘do not leave dirty dishes in the sink, use the dishwasher’.

He turns back to you with a cheeky glimmer in his eyes. “Do me a favor, ask the English teacher about Rap Monster.”

You frown. “What?”

He just taps the side of his nose. “He’ll know.”

Very shortly after the math teacher took his leave, the door was bursting open again, this time revealing the energetic phys ed teacher with a look of caution in his eyes. “Is he gone?”

“Who?”

“Teacher Min, has he left yet?”

You nod with a confused look on your face. “Yes. Why?”

His face relaxes and he grins at you as he makes his way over to the small fridge. “I have a bet with Seokjin.”

“What is this word, bet?”

His voice is muffled as he roots around in the fridge. “It’s like a challenge. If I do the challenge, I get a prize, but if I fail, Principal Kim gets the prize. Ah!” He emerges triumphantly holding a bulky plastic box with a padlock dangling from it.

“What is that?” you ask incredulously.

“Yoongi, sorry, teacher Min’s snack stash.”

“With that thing on it?”

“The lock?” Teacher Jung beams at you and produces a key. “Don’t worry, I found this in his desk in the math room.”

You bite your lip, watching him jimmy off the lock and open up the box to reveal a little lunchbox of leftovers, meat, vegetables, rice. “But why?”

Hoseok sifts through, pulling out some skewers of meat to begin chewing on, still cold. He talks through a mouthful. “If I eat Yoongi’s lunch every day for two weeks without him realizing who it is, Principal Kim is going to give me a raise.”

You watch him chow down on the math teacher’s lunch with a befuddled expression. “He is paying you more money for you steal food from another teacher?”

Teacher Jung swallowed. “Yes.”

“I think that is maybe a mean thing.”

He gives you a soft smile but wastes no time before diving into the next thing, a little tub of rice. “Don’t worry, I bring some food from home for him to have. It’s not about stealing his lunch, it’s about stealing his lunch without getting caught. It’s very exciting.”

He holds a pair of chopsticks out to you and you shake your head, although you are beginning to see the humor of it. “How long have you do this already?”

“Today is Day 7,” he declares proudly, “only three to go. Although, he is starting to get clever.” A thought occurs to him and he furrows his brows. “You can’t tell teacher Min! Nobody else knows except me, Seokjin, and you now. I’m trusting you.”

You nod dutifully. “I have your secret.”

He grins. “Good. Anyway, ho-”

He’s interrupted by the clanging of a far-off bell signaling the end of class. “You have English now, right?” he asked. “You should probably get going. Do you need me to take you there?”

You stand up and put your cup in the dishwasher. “I think I am good, thank you. Goodbye.”

He waves you off cheerily, attention already half-taken up by putting the padlock back on the box and returning it to the fridge completely empty. As you walked out the door, you saw him pull out a plain lunchbox with a post-it note on top that read ‘for Yoongi, got you again!’ in extremely careful, nondescript handwriting, shoving it in the fridge in front of the empty box.

You’re grinning to yourself all the way to your first class of the year.

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‘cause i see sparks fly [ chapter three ]

Warnings: Tooth-rotting sweetness. You’re welcome.

Summary: Your roommate doesn’t let you sleep and Roger offers you his place for some peace and quiet.

Word count: 1381.

Chapter One｜Chapter Two

Mornings with Roger had become a routine for you. The sunlight sneaking through his curtains would hit your face in just the right way to cause your eyes to open, and you couldn't help but take a moment to admire the sleeping boy next to you before you woke him up. There was never a time when you didn't think Roger Taylor was beautiful, but maybe Roger in the morning was your favorite.

His hair was always a mess, getting tangled up throughout the night, but he made it work in his favor. It was the kind of messy that seemed as if he styled his hair on purpose to look that way. His mouth would be slightly opened, and if you were quiet enough, you could hear his breaths going in and out. You were entranced by his mouth. You wondered if his lips were as soft as they looked, so plump and just asking to be kissed. It should be a crime that you weren't kissing Roger all the time. He was everything, simply everything, and he did it so easily.

Effortless, you'd say. Everything Roger did was done effortlessly.

“Good morning, Roger,” You said softly as you raked your fingers through his hair in an attempt to finally wake him up. The boy began to stir, mumbling nonsense as he turned his position from laying on his back to laying on his side, now facing you.

“Roger,” You said again, “Roger, sweetheart, it's time to wake up.”

More mumbling. This time, he wrapped his arms around you and held you close to his chest. Ugh.

Your mind began slipping into your favorite daydream. You wondered how things would be different if you were Roger's girlfriend right now. Would you pepper kisses all over his face to wake him up? Would you succumb to his cuteness and fall back asleep in his arms? Would you skip breakfast altogether and sneak in some nice morning sex instead before Roger would have to rush off to his class?

On this morning, however, you unfortunately weren't Roger's girlfriend.

“Hey, Roger,” You said with slightly more force this time in your voice. You reached around to pinch his love handles, and in result, he nuzzled his face into your neck. It took all the power within you to not moan at the warm feeling of his breath against your skin.

“Go to sleep,” You heard Roger mumble.

“It's morning,” You retorted.

“Go to sleep,” Roger repeated, trying to nuzzle further into your neck.

“Roger,” You began to whine in an effort to release some of the tension building up in your body.

“What is it?” He asked softly.

“It's time for breakfast,” You answered.

Roger slowly raised his head up, much to your relief and dismay, shuffling around so that he could make eye contact with you.

“How about a proposition?” He asked, and although you knew where this was going, you kept quiet so that he would continue. “We go back to sleep now, and I'll buy you lunch later?”

“What about your class?” You asked.

“I'll skip it,” Roger scoffed, squeezing you tighter from where he was holding your waist.

“Roger,” You whined again.

“Come on, love,” He whined, mocking you. “I'm tired.”

“How about a proposition?” You asked, now mocking him. “I'll go back to my room so that you can sleep without distractions.”

“No,” Roger replied almost too quickly.

“And why not?” You asked, quirking one of your eyebrows up.

“I sleep better with you next to me,” He said easily.

And, well, who would you be if you said no to Roger Taylor?

- -

Brian met up with you and Roger in the cafeteria.

“I see you slept in again,” He greeted as he set his tray down in front of you and took a seat.

“I need my beauty sleep,” Roger replied with a wink, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“Well, you obviously haven't been getting enough of it, Rog,” Brain retorted, causing you to Oooh! in response.

“Okay, okay,” Roger sighed, rolling his eyes. “Hello to you too, Brian.”

“Hello,” He repeated. “Y/N, how are you doing? How's the missus?”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Maggie was having a yelling match with Steven last night, over God knows what. I haven't seen her yet today, though.”

Brian nodded solemnly. “Steven skipped Economics this morning, too.”

You hummed in response.

“Maybe they finally broke up for good?” Roger offered.

“Unlikely,” You and Brian said simultaneously, causing the three of you to laugh.

“It's nice to dream, though,” Roger hummed.

As if on cue, you saw Maggie walking into the cafeteria, hand-in-hand with Steven. You let out a groan.

“Look at the happy couple,” Roger cooed.

“Shut up,” You whined in response, causing Roger to laugh and give your shoulder a squeeze.

The three of you tried to not bring too much attention to yourselves as you ate lunch, since you didn't want to give Maggie a reason to come over and invite herself and Steven to sit with you. You knew that Roger and Brian weren't exactly the biggest fans of Maggie and Steven because of your own experience with them, but you specifically didn't want Maggie around while you were with Roger. That would only add fuel to the fire. You knew that she would get a kick out of it, and you didn't want your roommate to embarrass you, especially in such a public place.

You can't always have it your way, though.

Roger had bought you a slice of chocolate cake as a present for letting him sleep in, and as if she was timing it perfectly, Maggie and Steven walked by your table as soon as Roger was feeding you the first bite of the cake.

“How cute, Y/N!” Maggie squealed. She stopped in her tracks, almost causing Steven to bump his tray of food into her back.

You swallowed the cake as Roger and Brian greeted the couple, “Hey guys.”

“I noticed you never came home last night, Y/N,” Maggie said after she gave a nod to the boys. “Where were you?”

“I was with Roger,” You muttered, looking down at the table.

“You were where?” She asked, putting on a show as the look of confusion showed on her face.

“She was with me, Mags,” Roger answered, squeezing your shoulder again. You'd say that he almost looked proud of his answer.

“Aw,” Maggie replied, “Of course she was. Where else would she be?”

“You just seemed to be having a rough night,” You replied, somehow gaining some of the confidence Roger was exuding. You tried not to smile when you saw your roommate's face drop. “I didn't want to be in the way.”

“Right,” Maggie said curtly, “Well, I'll see you around, Y/N.” She nodded again to Brian and Roger. “Nice seeing you again, boys.” You watched Maggie stomp over several tables away where Steven had retreated to and already begun eating. You let out a sigh of relief that you didn't even know you were holding in.

“Well, I think she's lovely,” Brian said with a smug smile on his face.

You drop your head onto the table and groan. You would've landed face-first into the cake if it hadn't been for Roger's fast reflexes pulling the plate away from you.

“Don't let her get under your skin, Y/N,” Roger said as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. “That's what she wants.”

“I know,” You whine as you lift your head up and turned your face to look at him. You can't fight the pout showing up on your face which causes Roger to smile and pinch your cheek.

“Finish your cake, love. That will make you feel better, and then you have a class to get to.”

“So you can skip class, but I can’t?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

“Babe,” Roger purrs. “You know that you’re going to end up being the bread-winner of this relationship. What with that spectacular mind of yours.” He winks for good measure.

Sometimes you really try to hate Roger Taylor. He’s insufferable. You groan again but you do as you're told and Roger smiles at Brian in victory.

“You two are disgusting,” Brian complains.

[sinnyeunji]

Pink ((idk skskksks-))

Paring: Yoonmin (Yoongi x Jimin) Words: 1854 {My first time writing a fanfiction ^^ Hopefully you'll enjoy} -Jimin's POV- I woke up from my nap to the sound of Hoseok and Jin arguing...  again. I got up from bed to get a snack and headed down. "Listen Hoseok, I'm not going to- ah! Hello, Jimin!" Jin greeted me with a bright smile that was almost immediately was smacked on his face. I greeted him back "Hi, Jin." I just gave him a smile back and opened the cabinet. They continued arguing, but I yelped in surprise when I was picked up by my waist and twirled around. "Jiminieeee!!" I'll admit, the sound of Yoongi's voice made my heart race. "Ah! H-Hello Yoongi!" I felt my face burning up, pretty sure I was tomato red to be honest. "How'd you sleep?" He asked me sweetly in a sift voice. "I s-slept well, t-thank you!" I responded back being the stuttering mess I was. He put me down and just stroked my hair "Mm, that's nice to hear." He smirked slightly at me and pinched my cheeks suddenly.. -Yoongi's POV- "Y-Yoongi!!" He somewhat shouted, yelping before that. God, he's so cute. I laughed a little and continued what I did, him still calling for me. "Yess?" I asked while still laughing a bit. "S-Stop!" He told me. "How can I stop at something so cute? Hm?" I responded back. He looked at me for a moment with those cute little chocolate eyes. "I'm n-not cute y-yoonie!" I just giggled in response and stopped pinching his cheeks. "Yes you are jimin, don't lie to me~" I held him close and gave him a kiss on his forehead. Jimin didn't seem to notice but he blushing a bright rosy color, but knew his face was probably burning up. I was about to say something but was interrupted by Jungkook telling us "Hyungs! We'll be back, we're gonna get some things, anything you too need?" He asked us. "N-No, we're okay kookie." Jimin's responded before I could. "Ah, okay!" Jungkook said as he smiled that bunny smile he had. They later then all left, and we were left alone. -Nobody's POV- They both stood there looking in the each other's eyes for a few moments before Jimin called out to him. "Hyung..I-I have s-something to show y-you that I b-bought yesterday. I-I don't know i-if you'll l-like it, but I thought it w-was cute." Yoongi smiled in response and kissed his cheek softly "I'm sure I'll like it chim chim, don't worry.." Jimin blushed brightly and held his hand before saying "O-Ok, follow m-me.." He held yoongi's hand and led him upstairs to show him. Jimin soon let go of his hand and went into his room. "Wait h-here, please.." He told him as he slowly closed the door. Yoongi nodded and waited for him. Jimin ran to his closet quickly and looked through to find what he bought. He put on the outfit before looking in the mirror to fix some stuff on the outfit before calling out to Yoongi "I-I'm almost f-finished!" Yoongi responded by saying "Ok jiminie, take your time!" Jimin quickly went back to his closet and put on pastel pink thigh highs. He walked over to the door and opened it slowly, hiding behind the door shyly. Yoongi chuckled slightly "Don't hide chim chim, what is it you want to show me?" Jimin was practically red at this point and came out from behind the door. He had an oversized pink sweater, coming with that was a cute pair of pastely pink and white panties with a tiny bow on the front. Lastly the thigh highs he had on, squishing his thighs a little. Yoongi blushed a bit on kissed him softly before saying "It looks adorable on you~" He stroked his face gently. "Thank y-you.." Yoongi suddenly attacked his face with soft kisses and held him by his waist. Jimin giggled softly, still blushing. He picked him up and he walked over to the bed, now sitting down. Jimin continued to giggle, straddling on his lap. He began to get a bit needy and out came needy whines and whimpers. Yoongi seemed to notice and began deeply kissing his neck, as well leaving light hickeys. He smirked slightly as he heard soft, small, sweet moans from his baby. "Mmh~ D-Daddy~.." God...he'd go crazy almost everytime he was called that, making him want to destroy the youngers little body. "Stay here~" Yoongi said as he got up from the bed. Jimin sat there, waiting impatiently for his daddy. He got a piece of purple silk, Jimin seemed to notice and held his hands out almost immediately. Yoongi chuckled and tied the silk around his wrists. "Such an obedient baby boy~" Yoongi soon pinned him down still kissing his neck deeply, now grinding against Jimin. Jimin threw his head back and soft moans spilled out. "A-Ah~"He  Ah~ Daddyyy~" Yoongi smirked and responded softly "Yes, jiminie~?" He threw his head back a bit before saying "More~ M-Moreee~ Please d-daddy~" He said as he arched his back slightly, feeling his member harden. Once he knew of this he slowly closed his legs, hoping Yoongi wouldn't notice, but he did. Yoongi stopped "You can't hide this from me, baby boy~" He slowly spreads his legs, the thigh highs squishing them. Once they were fully spreaded, he giggled slightly. Jimin's member was visibly hardened through the panties, as well with a tiny pre cum stain. "Excited, aren't we~?" Jimin whimpered out desperately for his touch, nodding slowly at his question. Yoongi traced his finger along Jimin's dick. "M-More~! P-Please~" He said desperately, slightly flinching at Yoongi's finger on his member. Yoongi smirked at his submission, snaking his hand to Jimin's panties and revealing the tip of his member. Jimin pulled his his sweater down with his silk tied hands, looking away shyly. Yoongi just giggled and pulled his sweater back up and pulled his pastely panties down, revealing his member. Jimin hid his face shyly, blushing still. "Mm, such a cute boy you are~" He said, giving Jimin's dick small rubs. Jimin whimpered, as well as thrusting his hips slightly upwards, flinching. Eventually Yoongi noticed this, he then decided to tease him by giving it small cat licks. He let somewhat loud moans escape his plump lips, due to his member being the most sensitive part of his body. "Y-Yoonie~ A-AH~ please~.." Jimin cried out. Yoongi smirked "Please what, jiminie?" he said as he just continued his actions. He let a needy whine spill out of him before saying "Please.. j-just suck i-it already..~" He giggled slightly and took his dick halfway into his mouth. Jimin gasped in surprise but released a soft moan out of him. Yoongi then took it whole and bobbed his quickly without a warning. "h-hah~! AH~!!" Jimin moaned out, arching his back a bit. Yoongi just continued his actions, his tongue traveling up and down as well. Jimin continuously moaned out in pleasure, slightly thrusting his hips into Yong's warm mouth. Eventually, he stopped and gave his member small kisses and licks. Jimin whined out desperately "D-Daddyyy~" he whined out. "Yes chim chim?~" he responded, smirking up at him. "More, p-please~.." Jimin said as looked at Yoongi, as well feeling his member twitch in his hand. "Mm, alright jiminie~" he said before entering a finger in him. Jimin moaned out in surprise, jumping at the action. Yoongi looked at jimin, he thought this was such a sight. His hands slightly clenched into fists, legs spreaded out trembling a bit, head thrown back into the pillow, blushing a bright red. Yoongi entered another and thrusted his at a slightly quick pace, as well without warning. "A-Ah~ mmh~ oh g-gosh~" Jimin moaned out, arching his back again. Yoongi continued to thrust his fingers quickly. "You're noises are so cute~ So sweet~" he chuckled, just continuing. But Yoongi stopped, now giving Jimin soft kisses. He kissed him back, small moans escape during that. Jimin wrapped his legs around Yoongi's waist "Daddy~ M-Moree, Please~" he said with eyes burning with lust. Yoongi gave his cheek a kiss before positioning himself towards his hole. He noticed what Yoongi was doing and spreaded his legs more. Yoongi slowly entered him, almost immediately giving Jimin's neck with loving kisses. Jimin moaned out, throwing head back into the pillow, his hands clenched into fists. "It's okay jiminie, it's all in now~" Yoongi said soothingly, rubbing his thighs gently. He let Jimin adjust before he mumbled "M-Move~.." He smirked and moved at a gentle pace for him. "A-Ah~ Ah~!" He arched his back a bit, fingers also wriggling around in pleasure as they were restraining him from touching Yoongi. "D-Daddy~..faster~ H-Hah~! P-Please~" Jimin said between moans, his eyes widened a little and more moans spilled out as he felt the pace quicken. Yoongi slightly smirked and went faster, loving his baby's sweet noises. Jimin moaned out louder, as well as trying to grip on something near by, but fails to. Yoongi leaned in and gave his face sweet kisses before slamming into him, roughly and deeply. "AHH~!! A-AH~! Y-YOONGI~!!" Jimin cried out, arching his back more. Yoongi just continued his actions, slightly grunting and moaning lowly as well. Jimin threw his head back and a high pitched moan as he felt Yoongi's member stab his sweet spot repeatedly, his back barley touching the bed. "A-AH~!! Right there~! Y-Yoongi~! Harder~.. H-Harder~!!" He cried out. Yoongi chuckled a little and thrusted harder into Jimin before flipping him over, still inside of him. Yoongi gripped onto Jimin's hips, still slamming into him. He looked over at Jimin who had his face down on the pillow, drooling a little. "Mm~ You're drooling baby, am I fucking you that good~? Hm~?" Yoongi said in a seductive tone of voice. Jimin nodded quickly, still crying out in pleasure. He felt his member twitch around, knowing he'll cum soon. "D-Daddy, daddy~!! I-I'm gonna- hah~!" He said, his fists still clenched into fists. "Ngh~ Me too chim chim~" Yoongi responded before thrusting into him a few more times before releasing into him. Jimin had a high pitched moan escape his plump lips and released his cum too. They both panted heavily, but Yoongi leaned in and gave the back of his neck. Yoongi flipped Jimin over, giving him loving kisses. Jimin giggled a little, still panting heavily a bit. Yoongi slowly pulled out of him, as well uniting the silk tied around Jimin's wrists. He almost immediately wrapped his arms around Yoongi's neck, giving him kisses too. "Yoonieee~.." he said in a pouty voice. "Mhm~?" Yoongi responded, gently running his fingers in Jimin's hair. Jimin gave his cheek a kiss before laying him beside him "sleep with me yoonie~" He gave him a soft little smile and kissed his forehead "Ah, okay~ I'm pretty tired..~" Jimin blushed a rosy color, bringing the blanket up to them. "Jimin-ah.." Yoongi called. Jimin looked back at him "Mhm~?" looking deeply into his eyes. "I love you~" Yoongi said with the little gummy smile he has. He blushed more at his words before responding "I love you, too~" ---- @jinnietann a gift to you also uwu))