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damnedparker · 3 years ago

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snow days (part one)

pairing: tasm (andrew garfield) peter parker x reader (gender neutral; no y/n) warnings: mutual pining, best friends to lovers, kind of a slow burn i suppose? lolol summary: a snowstorm has hit New York hard, and with nowhere to go and nothing to do, Peter and you hole up in the dorm together, which seems to push some feelings over the edge.

hellooo this is going to be my attempt at writing a multi-chapter fic!! it won't be too long, right now i'm thinking just three parts. i hope this is interesting or good enough, i've been working on it for weeks and i just feel a bit nervous about it!!! but anyways i hope you like this first part!!

Cold air seeped through the window and into your back, slightly exposed from your shirt riding up in your sleep and your comforter becoming tangled with your legs. You shivered as you climbed out of the drowsy hold of sleep, wincing when you recognized the loud knocks at your door, the sing-songy voice calling your name from behind it. You groaned. If it were anyone else, any other knock or voice beyond the door, you would've simply gone back to sleep. Nobody that woke you up on a day off of classes this early deserved your attention.

Except Peter Parker.

Peter, your best friend, and the one person you liked enough to be at his beck and call no matter what. Yes, because he was your best friend, the person you trusted most, but also, that tiny little nagging part of you that was addicted to seeing his smile, his warm gooey-chocolate eyes that seemed to soften when he set them on you. It made your ears, cheeks, soul burn just at the very image in your mind.

You practically threw yourself out of bed, taking half the comforter with you, just as he started to sing your name obnoxiously to that tune of that old Name Game song. He was getting to the fee-fi-fos when you pulled open your door, albeit more dramatically than you needed to. You'd do anything for Peter, sure, but it didn't eliminate complaining while doing so.

“Classes got cancelled!” He cheered as soon as your face appeared in front of him. You squinted in annoyance at the bright fluorescent overhead lights in the hallway, your eyes not adequately prepared to adjust from the stark black of your room, purposefully so due to your blackout curtains. They had been a gift from the very boy standing in front of you, a sleepy grin that stretched across his face and scrunched his eyes together in an expression that almost matched yours.

The curtains had appeared in your room one day after you’d been complaining about not being able to sleep in on the weekends due to the sun blazing through the seemingly useless blinds. They’d been messily wrapped, covered with that day’s newspaper, which just so happened to be plastered with a front-page story about Spider-Man. There was no note, no tag saying who it was from, but just from that detail, you knew. Little shit. You'd perfectly heard Peter’s amused little snicker in your head.

“You could have just, I don’t know, called me. Sent a text.” You raised your eyebrows pointedly. Peter tilted his head sheepishly with a shrug. He admired your current form far more than he probably should have, so much so that you definitely noticed his eyes raking over you. Your hair was a mess, pajama shorts rumpled, and the collar of an oversized t-shirt, one he had bought you at a concert you'd been to a few years ago, exposing your collarbone. You crossed your arms and made your way back to your bed, inviting him in.

“Point taken,” he shoved his hands in the pockets of his joggers as he shut the door behind him. You turned on your lamp so the two of you weren't talking in darkness, but your vision could still stay intact. Peter plopped on the bed next to you as he offered you his next proposal. “But I thought we could hang out today, watch some movies or something since we have the day off. And we can’t exactly go anywhere.”

“Spider-Man afraid of a little snow?” You cocked an eyebrow teasingly, and Peter gave you an annoyed look.

“The sidewalks and roads have already iced over, whatever criminal is out there today will probably slip and take themselves out,” he shrugged. “And spandex isn’t very warm.” He paused a moment, as if debating if he should say his next words. “Besides, I feel like we haven’t spent much time together lately… I-I miss you.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Even in the dim light, you swore his cheeks tinted pink. Peter could sense your heart-rate increase. A smile tugged at his lips. You didn't know how to reciprocate that, yes, you had missed him too. It'd been only a week or so of your free-time not aligning as usual, so you'd only seen him in passing; in the silly selfies and messages he'd send you. Normal things for friends to go through, but it felt like a punch to the gut for you. Peter felt much the same, although you weren't clued into just how much. The two of you were practically glued at the hip, and there was no solvent that could separate you without the world falling apart as you knew it. But, lately, it'd felt like you had been pulled forcibly apart. Given the two of you were meant to graduate soon, and wouldn’t have the excuse of living in the same building, it settled a rock of dread in your stomach. One that seemed to sink deeper and deeper into you every graduation e-mail you got, every time you looked at the calendar.

“I just think you’re lazy,” you changed the subject, pinching his side. He made an indignant noise, then retaliated by tackling you on the bed. You were thankful you could cover up the presence of the heat in your cheeks by your uncontrollable laughter as Peter tickled you to death. He only stopped when you nearly rolled off the mattress. Your head hung slightly off the edge as you peeked up at him over you, cheeks flushed and hair even more of a mess. You fought the butterflies swarming through your stomach desperately as you tried not to think about the implications of your best friend on top of you. “You’re so... insufferable.”

“I wouldn’t call it insufferable, I’d call it revenge,” he jerked towards you again with his hands, making you squeeze your eyes shut reflexively. Peter chuckled at your reaction, finally relenting to let you sit up again. He didn't go far though; as you sat up properly next to him, his thigh pressed against yours. A fire spread through your leg, all the way up your spine, into your head and heart. One you tried to ignore. But it was hard with the way his doe eyes looked at you, the way he leaned over so casually to kiss the top of your head while mumbling something about going to grab breakfast.

Peter waited patiently for you to brush your hair and get somewhat ready for the day. You were so focused on picking out something to wear that he could stare openly, admiring the little quirks, habits you exhibited in doing a daily task. The way you hummed a song under your breath, leaning side to side like a sunflower in the wind along to whatever was playing in your head that day. Every little thing you did had his heart bursting, practically jumping out of his chest cavity and into your hands. He barely registered himself giving an opinion when you asked which shirt went better with your sweatpants. He fought the smile pulling at his lips once again when you ignored his advice and picked out a whole new shirt from the options you’d been fretting over. You could wear the most atrocious color combo in the world, and, to him, you’d still look cute as ever.

He tried his best not to float off the ground like an old cartoon in love when he followed you out the door.

When you reached the exit closest to the dining hall, you weren’t expecting it to be pure white outside. You knew the snow was supposed to get heavy, but it had snowed at least a couple of inches overnight already. It was that beautiful snow too; smooth white blankets that had yet to be ruined by footprints or melted into grey slush by the sun. Flurries drifted overhead as the two of you walked, and you made the mistake of looking over at your best friend. There wasn’t anything in the world prettier than Peter Parker with a pink nose and snow in his messy brown hair, dressed in joggers and an old high school hoodie with his trusty army green jacket on top. Even adorned with a Spider-Man button you’d given him as a gift when he first told you about his identity, what felt like centuries ago. It took all the restraint in the world not to pull him into you and kiss him stupid.

In fact, you were so distracted by your best friend that when your shoe made contact with a patch of ice and didn’t gain any traction, it slipped right from under you and nearly made you fall on your ass. If it weren’t for Peter catching you.

“You okay?” He giggled, giggled, and you swore the heat in your cheeks alone could have melted the patch of ice that had just been your downfall. The way he beamed down at you, snow falling around him, was something out of a movie and it took a moment longer than it should have to reply to him.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you mumbled, slowly standing back up; but not without almost falling again on the same patch of ice. You nearly pulled him down with you, but he regained his balance quick enough with you holding on for dear life. Another laugh escaped him, one that warmed your bones from the inside out.

“You sure you got it, bub?” Peter kept an arm around you, his other hand taken by yours for further stability as you steadied yourself. You wordlessly nodded, and began walking again. His hand stayed in yours, lacing your fingers together as you made your way to the dining hall. He swung your hands between the two of you with a laugh, and for a moment you wondered what it’d be like if this were real. And he weren’t doing it as a joke.

It was a joke, right?

You asked yourself that question again when he didn’t let go once you made it inside. And a similar one when you chose a booth and he slid in next to you instead of on the other side.

We’re just friends, right?

Peter was asking himself similar questions as he sat next to you in the booth and shoveled an ungodly amount of waffles in his mouth. The two of you were quiet as you ate, but a comfortable silence, and he was trying not to freak out over the fact that he had held your hand, and you had let him, albeit with him doing his best to frame it as a haha we’re holding hands, isn’t this silly kind of joke. If it was even considered a joke when he was using it as an excuse to be affectionate with you. Sure, he was pretty touchy normally, but this felt like a step into something new.

The flurries had picked up into full-on snow by the time you had finished breakfast, and the two of you stood in the foyer of the dining hall staring out into the cold white skeptically.

“We can make a run for it?” You suggested, watching as a lone person sprinted across the field from the quad towards your direction. Peter scoffed. His elbow bumped into you teasingly.

“You sure? It might be faster if I just carry you, one foot out the door you’ll be on the ground again.”

“You are so mean, Parker,” your cheeks burned indignantly at his comment, hands reaching to smack him on the shoulder. He caught you before you made contact, stupid spidey sense, instead bringing a hand to his mouth for a kiss. Everything seemed to stop in place for a few seconds, ones that felt like a stretch of years, and a lick of heat settled in your chest. You could’ve sworn splotches of pink were beginning to appear in Peter’s cheeks, but your gaze was torn away when he actually threw you over his shoulder and bolted out into the cold. You had no idea how spider DNA gave him the ability to run over slippery ground without casualty, but you weren’t going to question it. Not with your head hanging over ice-covered concrete.

Your feet only met the ground again when you were back at your door, and had to unlock it. Well, Peter offered to just pick the lock, and you had flailed in his arms to let you down.

The two of you fell into your regular hang-out routine pretty easily for the first few hours, finally taking the time to catch each other up on every little complaint about a professor and the weird places you’d found the notorious campus raccoons lately. Peter sprawled out on your bed, clutching a stuffed animal to his chest as he ranted about how his physics professor didn’t know how to use the online assignment modules. You were half listening, nodding and adding input where it felt right, but most of your attention was caught up in his long form on top of your blankets, the way he rolled his head to the side to smile at you. It was cozy, domestic almost. If you could call four walls of concrete plastered with movie posters and post-it notes a home.

In every dorm room you’d been in, Peter always looked like he belonged. Not in the room itself, persay, but among the rest of your belongings. Flipping through whatever book you were reading to comment on your notes in the margins, sitting at your desk with his homework spread out as you did yours on your bed, and, your favorite picture, the handful of times you’d come home late from a study session and found him asleep in your bed. Laid out across the top of your sheets, bruises littering his face, while he slept soundly in his boxers and a shirt borrowed from your dresser. He’d always tell you "your room was closer, was too tired to walk up the stairs," but you knew that wasn’t the case. Peter could get up time and time again; after getting thrown around violently by actual monsters, after getting stabbed, he’d never not gotten back to his feet. He could just swing up to his window, no stairs at all. You didn't fully understand, but were glad he felt safe enough with you, even alone in your room.

What you didn't realize was that he wanted to be in your room instead of his, hoping to find you to patch him up. Even for the smallest of injuries. Your hands gently working a band-aid over a scratch on his face, wrapping a bandage around his midsection. Your touch was just as good as any medicine in his eyes. That being said, the times where he’d crawl through your first-floor window to an empty room, that was still enough sometimes. Being surrounded by reminders of you, the scent of the latest candle you’d smuggled in, the scraps of paper with doodles that littered your desk, that was more than enough to heal him. Especially the gentle expression on your face when you gently woke him to make room for you in your own bed, crossed with worry and the way your eyebrows knitted together at the injuries he was always sporting. The softness of your voice as you asked him what happened. And once, a late, late night, the way your fingers had brushed over an angry purple bruise flowering into yellows just above his jaw. Any of that was enough to make him feel safe, to relax enough to get some sleep. To wake up and see you again, a teasing lilt in your voice as you made some joke about him waking up in your bed in his underwear yet again.

“Hey,” you nearly jumped when Peter’s voice came back into focus again. “What movies do you wanna marathon?”

“Uh… Star Wars?” You offered the first thing that came to your mind. Peter hummed, agreeing to your spontaneous choice with the reasoning that you’d likely be snowed in for the rest of the weekend, so it’d be plenty of time to watch every movie. Maybe even some of Clone Wars if you really felt like it.

Before you knew it, Peter and you were shuffling around the contents of your bed to make a pillow fort. Partially a practical idea as the freezing temperatures outside were steadily making your room colder and colder.

Since your bed wasn't lofted, the two of you draped blankets over the tops of the bed rail and tall ends of the frame, creating a makeshift roof. You gathered every pillow you had, beginning to create a nest, and Peter even went to grab his own collection of bed things to add to the fort. You both knew he would end up sleeping over as much as possible, anyways.

When you were done, the two of you admired your work from across the room. Peter slung his arm over your shoulders affectionately with a grin.

"Nice job, bubs," he squeezed you into a side hug, one you gratefully accepted. "What a beautiful home we’ve made.”

"How will we afford the mortgage?" Peter snorted a laugh and jumped into the blankets and pillows unceremoniously. He peeked up at you fondly from the small fabric hills obscuring part of his face. All you could do was shake your head and turn to move your TV, sat atop your desk, so it was now facing where you’d be sitting on your bed. Once that was done, and you’d gathered Peter his requested snacks, you came to settle next to him. Wordlessly, he tugged a blanket over both of your laps, despite the fact there was more than plenty for you each to have one. It took all your stead to ignore the blush settling over your cheeks when you felt him move impossibly close to you, his side fully against yours.

As the day passed quickly among lightsabers and stormtroopers, you and Peter hardly moved from your spots in your bed. Eventually, it had become night, and you were beginning to drowse off against your best friend’s arm. It wasn’t very late, but it had been long enough that your body was tired from having been woken up so early. Peter wasn’t faring much better, since juggling all of his responsibilities made him feel constantly tired. He could feel the sleepiness just beginning to fall over him in a wave, a strange combination with the nerves that were still wiring him awake.

It’s not like he’d never been this close to you before; you two had been best friends for years now. Something about the way he’d held your hand earlier today, taking that first step into chasing his true feelings for you, that had changed everything. He normally felt like any touch you gave him was a pleasant shock to his system, but now everything felt tingly and multiplied by twenty. Your head had come to rest against him now, and by some grace of whatever god existed, he had the nerve to lift his arm, drawing you closer to his chest. You were so sleepy you barely realized what you were doing, just trying your best to inch closer to the warmth of body heat that was a welcome change from the cold; snuggling into the soft material of his t-shirt, the scent of his body wash flooding your senses. Sleep gripped you fast when Peter tucked you into his side, your brain sending your body signals of it’s okay to relax now, you’re safe.

Peter tried his best to focus on the end of Return of the Jedi, but no amount of Ewoks or Force ghosts could draw his racing mind away from you. Your entire body weight was now leaning against him, one he didn’t mind a single bit. It was comforting; to know you were safe, that you felt secure enough to drift off with him being the only thing holding you up. He could hear your breathing, now evened out and deep, confirming you were fully asleep. He took this chance to gently lay the both of you down in bed. Ever so softly, for fear of waking you, he brushed your hair back away from your face. His fingers trailed back down from your hairline to cross your cheekbone, trace over your jawline to your chin. He smiled when your nose twitched in your sleep as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. His voice was barely audible, even to himself, as he watched your features relax again.

“Fuck, I'm in love with you.”

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staysuki · 2 years ago

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THE SKZ-CHELOR | the bachelor(ette) au (imagine/scenario)

happy one year anniversary to my blog!! 🎉 this is a lil special smth smth that i whipped up last minute because i definitely didn't forget that it's been a year already. p.s. i know nothing about the bachelor aside from the basic stuff. also this is VERY VERY FLUFFY, so very much not like what we actually see on the bachelor shows.

note: this doesn't reflect the guys or how they are in real life. i also don't know them, these are just imagines. also at some point, i lost the plot so this is also highkey just skz on dates.

eight guys, one rose, one chance to pick. although the show started as trash reality TV and nothing more than a quick cash cow, you didn't want to leave it all to the producers' whims. you wanted to think about the choice clearly, wanting to get to know each contestant and hoping you'll be able to choose the person you may actually establish a relationship with (no matter how unrare and unrealistic). still, you wanted to see if you could become the exception and not the rule. besides, what do you have to lose?

or alternatively, how stray kids would take you on a date while on national TV whilst trying to win your heart. who's getting the rose?

BANG CHAN

immediately what came to mind is a sunset beach date with him holding his cute lil ukelele and singing your favorite songs to you.

just giving very much giddy and shy high schooler vibes.

the sneaking glances, the dimpley smiles, the soft and warm giggles.

I'M WEAK⁉️⁉️

would try to make you laugh with corny jokes as an icebreaker.

probably prepared your favorite snacks too.

would be shy to try and feed you but he definitely wants to???

would take a piece of cookie and just stare at you, debating whether he should reach out or not until you notice his inner conflict and just opened your mouth to let him feed you.

once you do that, there's no stopping him now.

"here, y/n, the strawberries are good,"

"try this sandwhich too—say ahh,"

once the night arrives, you two just lay side by side, stargazing.

lazy conversation fills the air, with you two talking but each person responds 5 seconds later because you're just that comfortable.

on the way back, he'd give you his hoodie because it's cold. no questions asked and you're NOT allowed to refuse.

will also probably hold your hand once he finally gets the courage to do so.

LEE MINHO

one hundred percent luxurious candle-lit dinner date and because he's afraid of heights, it's not a candle-lit dinner over a nice city skyline view bUT INSTEAD a candle-lit dinner by the lakeside.

would 100% drive you there too so you get to ogle as he reverses on the driveway 🥵🥵

this man gives chill, bad boy confidence outwardly but is probably scrambling on the inside.

just wants to make sure he impresses you to the fullest!!! and win your heart ofc.

probably too tounge-tied to compliment you because once he sees you all dolled-up for your date, his jaw just drops instantly.

complimenting you one hundred times over in his mind but too much of a tsundere to say it out loud.

minho on the outside: 😐. minho on the inside: "@$:$/!/&-& they're so beautiful."

"you clean up well," or "you look good," is probably the best he could say. let him be.

he makes it up by treating you like royalty the whole night though by being on your beck and call (albeit subtly).

makes sure to pull the seat for you, place the table napkin on your lap, cut the steak for you, pour the wine on your glass.

you have waiters but he might as well take their job.

whenever it seems like you need something, he's already up from his seat.

"you need another napkin? water?"

SEO CHANGBIN

something fun and thrilling. like maybe an amusement park date.

changbin is really attuned to his childlike energy so i can imagine just you two being excited the whole time to ride on the attractions, play the fair games, and buy souvenirs.

you two would probably wear matching theme park headbands.

the whole date is such an easy way to let loose, you two don't even notice that you have your arms linked the whole time or whenever you buy snacks, you automatically just feed each other.

will probably love being in the souvenir shop with you.

"this poop hat looks good on you y/n HAHAHAH"

scared to ride rollercoasters but would still go on it for you.

he makes you feel so comfortable, you aren't afraid to be silly with him.

probably the most fun you two would have is whenever you'd ride the attractions for children (like the carousel).

when you two ride the bumper cars, he'd go easy on you and let you bump on him a lot. will make you laugh by pretending to crash.

a sucker for clichés so will end the day with a ferris wheel ride on the sunset.

this man is bOLD BOLD

"i think this is the part where people kiss" when you reach the top.

just wanted to make you laugh but you give him a kiss on the cheek so it's a win for him.

on the way home, will keep joking about how you're probably head-over-heels in love with him already.

HWANG HYUNJIN

our resident walking romcom.

plans everything down to the very tee.

his clothes, hair, perfume. would probably imagine how you look so he can match accordingly.

would 100% have an itinerary for a date, starting with a gallery visit. probably got you a bouquet too.

the day would not be complete without him saying "in a room full of art, i'd still stare at you," at least once.

would call you as beautiful as art

when you call smth beautiful, he'd stare at you and say "it is,"

this guy is a walking cliché. would probably take you to a cliffside picnic later on.

would tuck your hair behind your ear once the wind messes it up.

would probably love the feeling of being close to you—pressed to your side or to your back. just the comforting warmth of your presence beside him.

would compliment you on mundane details like your scent, the way your hands look, or how you sneeze idk.

"your hand looks so pretty holding those flowers, let me take a picture."

will probably bring a small canvas so you two could paint the scenery around you.

and if you don't know how to, he'd be more than happy to teach you!

even if you knew, you'd probably pretend not to know just so you can watch him become so excited teaching you smth he's passionate about.

HAN JISUNG

a mess™️

why can't you just choose him with no hassle.

probably spent days thinking of what to do but can't come up with anything so he just does what he does best:

improvise.

definitely a good idea.

most likely asked the other guys what they did with you on their dates but doesn't want to copy.

made a rap for you just because why not.

"aren't i so cool lol," just so he won't be nervous.

probably makes you listen to a mixtape he made for you on the drive to wherever-he-thinks-of.

definitely not stalling.

when you realized that he had no plan, you just told him you'd be fine going on a nighttime drive roadtrip to nowhere, just listening to music and basking on each other's presence.

probably fell in love with you right then and there.

you two end up talking about the most mundane things and also the deepest of conversations. fears, dreams, anxieties, passions.

gas station runs getting candy.

you have to force him to go home or else he'd just keep driving because he doesn't want to split with you.

LEE FELIX

BAKING. is this even a question.

but he doesn't want it to be boring so he proposes a challenge.

person who makes the best cake wins.

you two are also the judge because who else.

you both pretend like you're on a baking competition pitted against each other but felix also pretends to be the host and narrator, making you laugh.

"contestant y/n is doing well! would be a shame if soMeONe spilled flour all over her batter!"

you had to start over because he actually did it.

ofc you're not backing down.

while he wasn't looking, you turned off the oven while he was baking his cake LMAO

poor guy didn't even notice.

"is it just me or is my cake not baking 👁🫦👁"

probably thought the oven is broken until you burst out laughing.

gives you that look where he's pretending to be mad but he's smiling at you fondly.

you end up ordering food instead while watching anime.

the winner? nobody and the two of you at the same time.

KIM SEUNGMIN

i feel like he's a volunteer type of person.

would take you to a dog shelter where you can have fun with dogs and also do something good for the community.

doesn't care about the competition nor impressing you, he's just being himself and is confident about it.

will keep taking pictures of you playing with the dogs.

whenever you're around, he'd give you that wide smile of his 😁 that makes him look like one of the dogs, making you laugh.

would also act cute around you, just because he wants to.

despite being busy helping around, he makes sure to look after you, always having his hand on the small of your back.

"are you tired? do you want to sit down?"

takes care of you well 💯.

probably brought a hearty packed lunch to fill you two up nicely because it's been an active day.

afterward, he'll probably take you on a nice, quiet walk with soft conversations.

will probably sing to you randomly.

will also annoy you on the way home by randomly poking you at the side.

"what? i'm not touching you? 😁" "that wasn't me!" ok gaslight gatekeep girlboss

is just an excuse to get you comfortable though because he's been meaning to ask:

"want to hold hands?"

YANG JEONGIN

no matter where you two go, this guy will not let go of you.

holding your hand, linking arms, arms over your shoulder, or holding on your shirt.

though not much for physical affection, he's different around you.

will take you around town, walking around and looking at various shops.

listening to music together in the records shop, looking at books, trying on clothes.

100% will buy whatever your hands touch.

"oh do you want that? i bet that looks good on you."

"is that a good book? let's get it anyways."

carries all the shopping bags.

will make you pose in front of a good view just because he loves taking pictures of you.

"just stand right there!" 💁‍♂️🤳🧍‍♀️ ok.

will make you his phone wallpaper.

at night, you two will probably just eat street food because yum.

will wipe away dribbles on your mouth and tease you about it as if he's not just as messy.

#skz #stray kids #the bachelor #stray kids au #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz au #skz the bachelor #stray kids fic #skz fic #stray kids fluff #skz fluff

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carrved · 3 months ago

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A flatlined smile rose on Gabriel's lips. He was so amused by Lucky, even now. The way he carried himself, so unapologetic and incredibly unbashful, was admiring. Truly did the man believe it was his world and everyone else was lucky to be apart of it. Once upon a time, Gabriel did feel like so. That his world was Lucky. Back then, what differed a good day from a bad one was whether or not Gabriel was summoned for one drink and a quick fuck. If Lucky decided to beck and to call, Gabriel had always eagerly come running.

Those times were over. He was no longer that boy anymore. Sometime between then and now, he'd grown up. The world was no longer Lucky's, it was his own.

You know what they say, old habits die hard. They still fucked on occasion. Whenever he and Billie hit the pause button on their relationship, Gabriel would come back running to Lucky. Just for unattached and meaningless sex. Tonight would not be on of those occasions. That chapter of their lives was slammed shut and locked closed the moment he put a ring on Billie's finger. Tonight was about business and business only.

Lucky's flirtatiousness didn't go unnoticed, Gabriel brushed it off. "I won't waste your time, I'll get right to it," he began. "Sooner or later, the council is going to have to vote on who's going to replace Giovanni." The waiter returned with their drinks, but he kept his gaze aimed at his friend. "Luck, I'm the best person for the job. You know it and I know it." His earnest eyes stared into Lucky's. "When the time comes, I need to know you have my back."

the day had come to a close. well ... his day of sitting behind a desk. in a chair that had seemingly never belonged to him. his day of worrying over the latest reports. whose numbers only jumbled together before his eyes. for the real day ... his day ... had only just begun. when he would be allowed to slink off to babylon. to get lost in the sway of bodies. in the taste of alcohol and debauchery. that is ... until the message had come through his phone. a scheduled meeting with gabriel at some restaurant or another. and who had luciano been to deny gabriel such a treat.

" i'm never late . " confident, as ever. as he strolled through the establishment. every bit of him had shed the skin of the serpent. he had set his eyes on babylon, and had already focused his mind on the fun that he could have. but one look at gabriel ... albeit a very close look ... told him this wouldn't be just a meeting between old friends. that there was an undertone of something far more serious.

his gaze shifted only momentarily. to the waiter that had brought gabriel his latest drink. ' whatever he's having ' strolled off his tongue as he took a seat across from the other. a smirk danced across his lips. as his gaze once more focused on the other. memories of a different time flitted along the edges of his mind. " tell me what this is about. and maybe i'll make it up to you . " because perhaps he had been late. and perhaps that had been his own doing. seeing as he'd needed something to take the latest edge off.

#gabriel vs luciano.

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feralthoughtdump · 3 years ago

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Lover, Be Good To Me

CW: This is just smut, strap on, Loki sucking a strap, pegging, slight d/s dynamics, swearing, a little bit of praise kink, use of ‘mistress’, use of ‘puppy’, sub! Loki, maybe soft dom! reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Despite the soft fur rug, Loki’s knees ache against the floor. He feels his clasped palms become sweaty, but none of that bothers him because he knows what’s about to happen.

“Such a pretty sight to see.” She purrs. “So obedient too.”

He shifts on his knees while her fingers trace the line of his back, her light tough feeling like a tickle.

With his back straight and eager eyes, he can feel his cock harden at the praise.

His mouth water as she steps out of her skirt, revealing the large strap on.

Despite his royal standing and his power, she wields dominance over him. He worships her. Every curve and dip of her body. Every scar and mark on her skin. His power means nothing when she’s around.

As he bites his lip, he watches her wrap the leash around her wrist and tug.

“You know what to do.”

Loki crawls towards her, willing to obey every beck and call she gives him.

When he reaches her, he presses his cheek against her thigh, smiling against her warm skin.

“Such a sweet little puppy.” She runs her hands through his hair, scratching his scalp with her nails. “Don’t you agree?”

The gentleness of her voice stirs the arousal inside of him. He loves it. The way she praises him, the way she cares for him.

He looks up at her with doe eyes and nods.

“Yes, Mistress.” He says.

Submitting to her was always a treat, regardless of how rough she can be.

He whines when she tugs the leash a bit harder, the chain clinking against the metal tag on his collar.

Despite her gentleness, she finds this all kind of amusing. The prince of Asgard, a trickster god, on his knees, giving himself to her, a mere mortal. All of his arrogance, his air of superiority, washed away to reveal his submissive nature.

She traces his Cupid’s bow with her fingers and he pokes his tongue out to playfully lick them.

“You want my fingers darling?”

He nods his head, already heavy-lidded.

“Ask nicely.”

He tilts his head up to meet her eyes.

“Please, Mistress. Can you put your fingers in my mouth?”

Her smile is gentle when she slips a finger past his lips.

His eyes shut as he swirls his tongue around her digit.

A needy whine passes through his lips when she pulls her hand away but he quickly quiets down when he feels her pointer and middle finger press down on his tongue.

She hums.

“You like having something to suck on, sweetheart? Like having your mouth filled?”

He moans around her fingers, all needy and desperate.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

A pout crosses his face when he finds his mouth once again, empty.

“Oh, don’t cry, puppy.” She caresses his face with a cool hand. “I’ll give you something much better to suck on.”

He noses at the silicone cock and she chuckles.

“You know what to do. Open up.” She demands.

She shoves the strap past his lips and he obediently sucks on it, slicking it up with his saliva.

A groan passes her lips.

“Fuck, puppy, you really want it, don’t you?”

He closes his eyes and obediently sucks on it, an occasional gag echoing through the room.

She pushes her hips forward, forcing the strap to the back of his throat

He pulls away with a gasp, spit dripping down his swollen lips.

She slaps the strap against his cheek.

“Come on, put it back in.” She orders.

He wraps his lips around it once more, bobbing his head, eyes screwing shut. It was toeing the line of being a bit too big for his mouth, but he doesn’t object.

“Eyes up here, Mistress wants to see that pretty face.”

He blinks his watery eyes open, tears starting to stream down his face.

She lets go of the leash to gently wipe his tears away.

“Oh love,” She murmurs. “You’re such a pretty crier, you know that?”

Her hands still his head and she thrusts into his mouth. He chokes and grabs at her thighs but he quickly clasps them back in his lap at a loud “hands off.”

“Get it wet.” She barks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She thrusts her hips against his face at a brutal pace, the sounds of gagging and choking filling the room.

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.” She murmurs, “so, so pretty.”

He hums in bliss and sucks harder, ignoring his struggle to breathe.

She pulls at his hair, pulling him off of the strap.

“Now,” she gives the leash a downward tug. “Bend over. Mistress wants to fuck your pretty ass.”

As he settles on his hands and knees, she pulls the leash forward.

“No, like this.” He yelps when his face is pressed against the cool marble. “Much better.”

Loki bites his lip in anticipation when she traces her fingers down his back.

A cry leaves his lips when she slowly presses a wet finger in his hole.

“Hush.” She grabs his hip, nails digging into his skin. “You’re so tight, I have to open you up first.”

It hurts in the best way, the stretch increasing the ache within him.

This goes on for what feels like forever. He realizes that she’s using this as an opportunity to tease him. Get him as desperate as possible.

Loki hates to admit it, but it’s working. He could probably cum right this moment, but he’s aware of what will happen.

The bruises on his ass and thighs only recently just faded. He shivers at the memory.

A second finger pushes inside of him and he gasps.

He wails in both pain and pleasure when she scissors her fingers, opening him up.

“Oh, puppy,” she coos, “how are you supposed to take my cock if you can barely handle two of my fingers?”

“I can take it.” He whines. “I-“

His words are cut off with a sob when she lands a hard smack on his ass.

“Did I ask you to speak?” She retorts. “You were so good earlier, but if you want to misbehave, I could just shove a toy in your ass and refuse to touch you. Would you like that, darling?”

He viciously shakes his head, the thought of losing her touch was painful. He’d rather get ruthlessly spanked.

“No! I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I promise!”

Her gentle voice returns.

“‘Mmm. I know you can be a good boy. Just relax, I’ll take such good care of you.”

He tries not to clench around her fingers, but when she presses against his prostate, he can’t help it.

“Come on, relax. It’ll feel a lot better.”

He takes a deep breath and tries his best to release the tension in his body.

“Ooh, much better.” She hums. “Does that feel nice?”

He takes shallow breaths and nods.

“Yes.”

“Good. Very good.”

He feels her fingers slip out of him, only to be replaced with something much larger nudging at his hole.

Loki whimpers when she slowly pushes her strap in. Despite preparing him with her fingers, the stretch still hurt. He hisses and curls his fingers into fists.

“Oh puppy,” she coos, rubbing his hip. “Does that hurt?”

He nods his head

“Yes, mistress.”

“But does it feel good?”

He gasps when she pushes in deeper.

“So good.” He cries. “It feels so good.”

“So cute.” She sneers. “Falling apart on my cock.” Her hand tightens on the leash to give her more leverage. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to sit on that golden throne of yours for days.”

Her hips thrust forward, pushing the rest of her strap into him.

Loki yelps and a tear slides down his cheek.

“Fuck.” He whines. “Feels- feels so good.”

“Mm. I bet I can make you feel better.”

One of her hands slides around his thigh and a finger traces up the length of his cock.

Loki throws his head back with a groan. The sensation of being stretched around her strap as well as her playfully teasing his cock overwhelms him.

She pulls at the leash with a rough hand and his back is flushed to her chest.

A hand grips his chin to turn his face to her and he’s met with her mouth pressing against his.

The angle at which she’s fucking him pushes the strap deeper, making him whine and sob into her mouth.

“Such a good boy.” She gasps. “Taking my cock so well.”

He’s borderline out of breath, the only sounds being gaspy breaths and whimpers.

“Are you a good boy?” She growls into his ear. When she doesn’t receive a response, she lands a loud slap on his ass. “Answer me!”

“Yes!” He sobs. “I’m a good boy! I’m your good boy.”

Her thrusts into him quicken and she squeezes her hand tighter around his cock.

“Then be a good boy and cum. Cum all over my hand.”

“I-” He pants, “I can cum?”

She wraps her arm around his hips and pulls him down on her cock, the tip pressing against his prostate.

“Aww, even when you’re falling apart, you’re still so good for me.” She licks a stripe up his neck. “Of course you can cum.”

He squirms as she pumps her hand, slick with spit and precum, up and down his cock. The pressure building inside of him was becoming far too much as he tumbles over the edge, sobbing as hot spurts of cum cover her hand and his stomach.

He rolls onto his back, careful not to get his cum on the floor. She holds herself up with her arms, panting and sweating from the physical exertion.

After a minute, she removes the harness and crawls over to him. He whines, overly sensitive when she licks off the cum from his stomach.

She gently cradles his face in her hands and shushes him.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” She coos. “I’m right here.”

He relaxes into her touch and lets her rub her thumb across his tear-stained cheek.

“You were so good for me.” She murmurs. “You took me so well. Such a good boy.”

She frowns at the sight of his knees. Tenderly, she grazes her fingers over the bruises about to form.

“I think I’ll need to get you a cushion. Don’t want you hurting more than you have to.”

He tiredly whines and tugs her towards him.

“It’s okay. I like it.”

His grip on her tightens when she tries to get up.

“Love, I need to get you some water.” She nuzzles into his neck. “You had a long night.”

“I don’t want you to go.” He whimpers. “Please don’t go.”

She sighs and cradles his head against her chest.

“I won’t, I’ll stay with you.”

Her gentle hands card through his hair, slowing his rapidly beating heart. As his breath slows, she calmly unbuckles the collar around his neck and tosses it aside.

“I’ll just clean you up in the morning.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Get some rest, darling.”

She doesn’t sleep until he relaxes into her body, warm breath tickling her skin. Her fingers card through his sweaty hair, the locks feeling soft in her hands. Slowly, she lets her eyes close, sleep overtaking her tired body.

#loki #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki x reader smut #sub!loki #sub!loki x reader #loki fanfic

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kashimos-hajime · 4 years ago

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pretty face on a pretty neck | b.b.

summary: they aren’t fucking dating. not fucking friends, either. no, bucky just fucks romanoff’s best friend until she’s fucking stupid, begging for it, and leaves in the morning because that’s how the universe fucking works. and sometimes, he wishes it didn’t work that way.

WARNINGS: a tiny bit of smut (18+), fingering, choking, swearing, drinking, brief mentions of cheating, bucky’s just really fucking jealous, mentions of a shitty relationship and self-doubt from it, the dark knight spoilers, fluffy end!! pairing: modern!bucky barnes x fem!reader, brief steve rogers x fem!reader lmaoo word count: 5.5k

a/n: this is a cute lil piece written for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan! my prompt was “you called me, remember?” inspired by kiwi by harry styles.

For a moment, Bucky wonders how the fuck he got into this situation.

Then again, he’s not complaining.

The view is fucking stellar.

You weave through the crowd, glistening like some glazed dessert that he can’t wait to get his mouth on. Your lips are shining with a swipe of that sweet lipgloss he loves to suck off and you’re wearing that black dress.

The black dress. Shorter than short, showing every inch of skin yet not enough.

You toss your head back, exposing that neck that he loves to bite to Steve who grins, glad his joke landed. Stifling a scowl, Bucky grabs his scotch and throws it back, desperate not to grab you and throw you into a stall just to mark you up as his.

You had made him promise, after all. No socialization outside their little nightcap sessions that often lead to… well, Bucky’s game for anything really.

A cigarette is pinched between your lips and Steve helps you light it with a flick of his lighter, the burning embers glowing in the dark, seedy bar. Leaning on the bar counter, you talk to Sam wiping down his station and he nods, eyes dragging over your face and Bucky cannot tear his gaze away as Sam pours you three shots of vodka. You blow out a lungful of smoke, cigarette pinched between two fingers before glancing at Steve and making some sort of bet, based on the way your lips curl.

They go down like water, dripping down your chin and you laugh when Steve wipes it off your collarbones before he grabs your chin and smashes his lips against yours. You immediately reciprocate, mouth opening as he bends you over the bar, his hair golden and his hand trailing up your thigh.

“Fucker,” Bucky mutters, finally managing to rip his gaze away. A heat blazes through his stomach.

Stupid fucking party for damn Romanoff’s birthday. Sometimes he hates being some of the oldest friends that redhead knows. It makes him feel creepy, wading through a sea of college students that are only one or two years younger than him. Steve himself is finishing his last year, so he’s sure he doesn’t share Bucky’s plight of feeling old.

He wishes he could just approach you and ask to leave, pin you against the wall of his apartment, take you like he knows Steve’s going to later, but he can’t.

You aren’t fucking dating. Not fucking friends, either.

No, Bucky just fucks Romanoff’s best friend until she’s fucking stupid, begging for it, and leaves in the morning because that’s how the universe fucking works.

And sometimes, he wishes it didn’t work that way.

“Not enjoying yourself, James?” Birthday Girl Romanoff asks, appearing at his shoulder and he turns to her, shifting in his seat.

“Steve’s too busy chatting up your friend for me to do anything,” he replies, keeping his tone light and Romanoff glances at where Steve’s made his way to kissing up your neck, your fingers carded through his hair.

“Give him a break,” Romanoff says. “They both need to get laid.”

“You don’t think she’s getting laid?” Bucky asks incredulously. “Every fucking guy I’ve met has said they wanted to get with her at least once.”

“Sounding a bit jealous over someone you claim to hate, James,” the redhead teases, sipping on her mojito with raised eyebrows.

“I’m just saying. All the boys were saying they were into it.”

“And you?”

“She’s… a brat.”

“Seems to me that you’re into that,” she hums, leaning on his shoulder. “Honestly, it would’ve been better if you two met before her and her stupid boyfriend did. Ever since she moved in with Rumlow…” The woman trails off and Bucky absently fills in the blanks, she’s faked every single orgasm she’s had with him. “I don’t know. He’s a fucking prick. Doesn’t treat her like she deserves.”

“Does he—“

“No. Just… never a priority, is she? Why else is she here alone?” Natasha pauses, as if debating how much to tell him, then adds, “Then he gets all pissy about where she’s been. On his beck and call, isn’t she?”

“Asshole,” Bucky replies distantly. Steve has his hand basically up your dress and he watches as your legs pull him closer, your lips running along the shell of his ear. “You’re endorsing your best friend cheating on her boyfriend, you know, when we could just be beating him up”

“Hey. She said she was going to break up with him. I can’t make those choices up for her and I’m not about to land any of my friends in jail trying to be my ride or dies.” Romanoff shrugs, glancing at her friend. “Besides, she doesn’t have anywhere else to go, does she? It’s not like she can move into my dorm or move back into her parents across the country.” Bucky watches as you hook your legs around Steve’s waist and he hoists you into his arms, disappearing into the crowd.

By the direction, Bucky can guess the destination and some distant part of his head whispers, She could move in with me.

“Might want to avoid the bathrooms for a while,” he comments and Romanoff snorts, the ice crackling by her straw as she stirs her drained glass.

“I’m going to go get laid, too,” she replies frankly. “Don’t stay brooding in the corner, Barnesy-bear. Your face is one worthy of being sat on.”

“Thank you.”

With that, the redhead slips into the crowd and Bucky gets up, plucking his jacket and leaving the bar. His pants are tight with the thought of your mouth and the sound of your gasping breaths echoing in his ear. The feeling of your fingers scratching down his back makes him roll his shoulders back as he flags a cab.

So what if you’re fucking Steve?

It’s not like he’s exclusive with you.

He can’t fault his best friend for having excellent fucking taste.

As he enters the cab and tells the driver his address, he wonders how the fuck someone like Rumlow snagged the title as your boyfriend when there are so many other options.

Steve being one, but he’s still living on-campus.

Bucky doesn’t want to say it, but maybe he, with his own apartment and steady job and intimate knowledge of your desires and interests and needs, is the other.

It’s two weeks later when he finally sees you again, at Romanoff’s birthday function at the beach. Something with closer friends, in broad daylight at a beach house Romanoff’s parents own. She and Sam are already there by the time Bucky gets there, unpacking in rooms for a weekend stay.

“Take any room you like,” Romanoff calls from upstairs and Bucky does so, choosing one of the few rooms on the main floor just as another figure walks in.

“I’m here, Nat!” Your voice echoes against wooden walls as Bucky pokes his head out of his room to see you there. He doesn’t know whether he should feel guilty or not that he’s glad Steve hasn’t sated your hunger when you show up alone, shorts riding up your thighs and a t-shirt that is so sheer it does nothing to conceal the bikini top you wear beneath it. “I’m taking my usual room.”

“Fine with me!”

With that, you walk down the hall, eyes meandering over the living room and kitchen. Bucky’s throat closes up when you walk past the stairs to stop at his room and you smirk all saccharine at him.

“Hey, Barnes.”

He scans your face for a moment. “You came. Thought you’d still be sucking Steve’s face off like you were back at the bar. Or… sucking his dick. Whatever floats your boat.”

“Well, that was a one-off thing. Heat of the moment,” you dismiss, leaning against his door frame and he hates the way you look against the wood. Makes something in him stir, makes the blood run hot and his mind focus on one image in particular.

“What’d your boyfriend say when he saw your neck fucking marked up?” he asks, uncaring of the thin ice he stands upon. You frown, arms crossing.

“I was careful,” you reply tightly, “and I didn’t let him leave any marks.”

Bucky can’t help the small flash of satisfaction at hearing that. “You’re not careful with me. I like seeing your neck tatted up with it,” he comments, his hand twitching to wrap around your throat as he lifts his finger to trace the soft, pulsing vein along your neck. You tilt your chin up, eyes narrowing with amusement.

“I’m not yours, Barnes.”

“What you say tells me differently, princess.” Dropping his hand to grab your wrist, he pulls you into his room and slams the door shut, pinning you against it with a harsh push. You exhale sharply, the breath pushing out of your lungs as your bags drop with a disant thump. His senses zero in on everything about you, the light scent of the sunblock smeared into your skin, the cotton twisting beneath his fist as his other hand finds your neck on its own accord. “You’ve been distant lately, kitten.”

He can feel your racing pulse against his palm as you smirk, hands wrapping around his waist and pulling him flush against you. Every inch of his skin is pressed against yours as you hike a leg up onto his hip. His hand at your waist immediately goes to cup it and you loop your arms around his neck innocently.

“I’ve had a lot of work to do. Brock and I…” You let out a soft hum as if to ponder but he knows it’s just to piss him off, “spent some time alone. Romantic trip out of town. Then, I had other things to do.”

“Did you?” It’s not a question Bucky wants answered as you nod demurely, lips twisted into a smirk. He wants nothing more than to yank your shorts down, spin you around, and have you screaming his name as he takes you again and again. He’s been blue balled for two weeks and you haven’t answered any of his calls.

Now, he knows why.

“So, that stupid boyfriend of yours was with you, huh?” he asks, not waiting for an answer as he leans in close. He can taste the vodka in your mouth still, the vodka he never got to taste two weeks before in a bar, along with something fruity. Your gum, maybe, or an orange that you sucked clean off its peel. “And then what? Did you hop off after you faked your way through a few nights with him and head for Steve’s? Hm?”

“Temper, temper, James,” you whisper, lips barely brushing his. His entire body is alight, every nerve shooting sensations through his limbs as your fingers curl against the nap of his neck. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

“Jealous, yeah.” His hand on your thigh trails up and inward, sneaking past the hem of your shorts as you lower your leg to hook on his calf, pulling him infinitely closer. His dick is pressing against his swim shorts, completely obvious and painfully hard against your navel as he shifts his hips just enough to let his hand sneak further up your shorts. “Why would I be jealous?”

His fingers find the silky slip of your bikini bottom and brush over the junction of your hip, smirking at the tremble he can feel course through your body.

“You wanted me that night at the bar,” you whisper as he slowly trails deeper inward. “Tell me that isn’t true.”

“Who didn’t, hm?” He smirks when you turn your face away, biting your lip at his fingers dancing around a spot already slickening with anticipation. “C’mon, princess. You telling me you didn’t wear that black dress for me? Look at me.”

You refuse and he rubs his thumb into the side of your neck, dipping his head to bite at your collarbones.

“Look at me, princess,” he whispers, lifting his head to see your defiant gaze meeting his. “Tell me the truth about the black dress.”

“I didn’t wear it for you,” you bite back softly, “to fuck me in.” His hand tightens, just barely around your neck and your eyes flutter shut. Oh, how badly he wants to ravage your lips, lock you in this room and just take you in every way you want…

“Trying to make me jealous, kitten?” he rasps as your hips roll against his dick and you bite your lip, chin tilting up as your nails dig into his skin. Because it worked.

“So what if I was?”

“Then, you’re going to have to pay for it.” He spins you around and moves to shove his shorts just past his hips. You let out a sharp exhale at the pressure of his hand against the back of his neck, your hands pressed flat against the door. “You got anything to say for yourself, princess?”

His swim shorts fall and he tugs your shorts down just past your ass, tracing the smooth curve of it with an arrogant curve to his lip. His lips find your neck, nipping lightly before raising to your ear.

“I asked you a question.” His hand lands on your ass, kneading it with warm, familiar fingers and his words are a warning. In the silence, he can almost hear you rolling your eyes, struggling not to moan when he feathers smooth skin, tempts you with tiny brushes between the legs.

“You gonna keep talking, Barnes, or you gonna prove a point?”

His fingers hook on your bikini bottom, pulling the elastic away with an amused grin before letting it snap back against your skin.

“I don’t know. Are you gonna continue being a fucking brat?” He squeezes your neck, fingers digging into the soft flesh and you almost seem to melt against the door before he drags those bikini bottoms down too. Rolling his hips flush against your ass, he smirks when you shudder and try to thrust him in with a messy jerk back. “Aw, did you miss this?”

“Wouldn’t miss a thing about you,” you reply but it comes out strangled as his other hand wraps around your hip, travels down your navel. It wraps around your waist, keeps you tight against him as you smother his wrist between the door and your hips. When his fingers find your bud, you let out a soft sigh at the pressure he begins to rub into you and he smirks, biting the shell of your ear.

“C’mon, princess. You can admit it if you like,” he murmurs. Your fingers dig into the wood as you try to push yourself—in what direction, away from his hand, towards it, Bucky doesn’t know. He reaches farther down, fingers tracing through slick heat and he chuckles huskily against your skin, biting lightly into the junction of your neck and shoulder. “‘S that all for me?”

“Shut up,” you growl. Your eyes flash to him and he pushes you flush against the door, your head falling back against his shoulder as cock nestles itself between your cheeks. So close, not quite there. His hand on your neck travels forward, crooking inward and his fingers wrap around a silky neck from the front. He can feel every beat of your heart, the raspy whistle of your breathing. Lips falling to your exposed neck, Bucky sucks marks he knows are going to last if he doesn’t stop himself soon but two weeks has been two weeks too long— “Barnes.”

“Relax… it’s been a while since you’ve had a proper fuck.”

“Cocky bastard.”

“Needy brat.”

Your eyes flutter shut as his fingers work at a languid pace inside you. He knows every nook and cranny, every angle that brings you euphoria and he grinds his palm against your clit with every thrust, arrogant smile growing when you melt back onto his shoulder, lips slightly parted.

“Don’t have time for foreplay,” you finally manage to croak and you turn to look at him, eyes surprisingly clear for having his fingers in your soaking heat and working you up a steady incline.

“It’s the fucking beach, kitten. They won’t be in a rush to get anywhere.” Your lips are tantalizing up close and he chuckles, fingers pressing gently into your pulse. “How quiet can you be?”

“Try me,” you breathe, chest heavy and eyes filling with assured focus, “bitch.”

Challenge accepted.

Nudging your legs ever so lightly apart, he is about to push in. He can feel your heart beating through your back, a quick, racing drum and your breasts heave with every anticipating breath.

“James! Y/N! Wanna meet Steve at the beach?”

Natasha’s voice breaks the humid tension like a hot knife through butter, and your eyes fly open as if you’ve risen from a trance and he growls, not quite moving yet.

To say nothing raises suspicion.

He hates it here.

“Sure!” Bucky yells back right into your ear, much to your displeasure and he shrugs, trying to repress the smirk as his hand drops and playfully squeezes your breast. You return with a subtle nip to his jaw and he steps back. Your shoulders drop and you turn around, leaning against the door with a soft, condescending smile. Your eyes are blown with a mistiness and your thighs press together as he sucks his fingers clean. Your gaze narrows, he smirks with glee.

“What was that about not being in a rush to get anywhere?” you ask, dismissively sweeping your gaze up and down his body before grabbing your pants and pulling them up. His eyes follow the slow trail of the fabric and he sighs softly between parted lips. “Play one of those audios I know you’ve got on your phone. Can’t ever get enough of me, can you, soldier boy?”

“Don’t put yourself on a pedestal, princess.”

“I’m not.” You pick up your bags and open the door, letting cool sea wind sweep into the room that was cloudy with heat and lust. He can’t help the smile that digs into his cheeks despite how disappointed he is as you shrug innocently. You play the part so well. “It’s just the facts.”

Not for the first time, Bucky is left with the thought that Rumlow doesn’t deserve a second of your time.

It’s near the end of the month, the very last day. The thirty-first of May.

You broke up with your stupid boyfriend three days ago. He knows because he looked at your Instagram only to find all the pictures with him gone.

But he wasn’t stalking. He was just…

Curious.

Also, Natasha FaceTimed him and Steve, ranting all about it. So, he came upon this naturally.

Not stalking at all.

“Hey.” Bucky’s lying flat on his bed, naked and the sheets are too warm as he hears you pick up with a disgruntled sigh. “You awake?”

“Am now.” You don’t sound too heartbroken but your voice is a bit thicker than he remembers as you sniff. “What do you want?”

“Are you sick?”

“No, I was crying.”

He arches an eyebrow at your blunt response but doesn’t continue that line of interrogation. “Where are you staying?”

“Why does it matter to you? What do you want?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come over, princess,” he replied dryly. “But if you’re on the streets, I can come pick you up.”

“I’m not on the streets,” you reply sharply in a way that makes Bucky doubt your words. “But fine. I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Princess,” he begins but you cut him off.

“I just needa pack some things. See you in twenty.”

You hang up without another word. He lets his cellphone drop with a heavy sigh, sitting up and pulling on some boxers and some ratty old university hoodie.

It’s another fifteen minutes before there’s a knock on the door and he moves from the kitchen to the door, abandoning the orange juice he poured to pass the time. Swinging open the door to reveal that pretty face, he smirks to hide the concerned expression threatening to overtake his face. You look like hell, heavy eye bags and a wariness that he’s not used to seeing on your bold face. You’ve got luggage by your legs and a backpack is strapped to you as you regard him.

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

“You called me, remember?” you reply dryly. He steps aside, inviting you in. Walking in, toeing off your sneakers, and shedding your jacket, you let your backpack drop as Bucky pulls your luggage in. “Woke me up and everything.”

“Yeah, I bet I woke you up from your beauty sleep,” he snorts and you roll your eyes as his eyes trail over the dull skin of your shoulders, the limpness of your hair. He closes the door behind him, an unfamiliar tug pulling at his stomach. “Your boyfriend didn’t even give you time to find a new place?”

“No. And he’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

“Just a guy you used to fuck on occassion who couldn’t even make you come,” he says sagely and you sigh, rolling your eyes again.

“Are you describing yourself?” The words make blue eyes flash to meet yours and you smirk at the dangerous warning glimmering in his irises. Cocking your head, you shrug and lean against his dining table. “So, what do you want?”

“Why do I ever call you here if it isn’t for fucking you, huh, princess?” he muses, but even he can’t find the reason anymore. Whatever libido he was housing had melted in the time between you hanging up and you arriving at his apartment. As you stand before him, his blue eyes flicker from your exhausted face to the way your body seems strung out and on high alert. He sighs, too. “I didn’t want you in some seedy motel where the locks don’t work and the concierge is probably on the registered sex offender’s list. That sound good enough for you?”

You smile, the only thing familiar about you, and it sends a wave of relief through him. “Being nice isn’t your colour, Barnes.”

“Go take a shower,” he retorts, plucking your bag from the floor by your feet and he notices you don’t protest when he grabs your jacket and throws it in the hamper. “Then, we’ll talk.”

“Fine.” You’re unnaturally obedient as you head silently for the bathroom and he brings your luggage to the living room, setting it by the couch and laying it flat. Unzipping it quickly, he grabs the clean clothes he can find right off the bat and goes into his room to put them on his bed so you can grab them as soon as you come out. You’re standing in his bathroom, shedding your tank top and he grabs some clean towels.

It’s a strangely intimate silence as he offers you the towels and you dip your head in thanks. He can see the beginnings of a bruise on your bicep and he reaches tenderly for it, fingers barely brushing your skin.

“Did he—” The anger comes unbridled, hot and heavy and dark, in his voice and you don’t even jerk out of his touch. You’re completely relaxed in his presence as you look at your reflection in the mirror, so unlike a few minutes before when you’d been a ball of tension and you shake your head. His thumb gently digs into your skin and he can feel the pulsing heat of it. It’s fresh. Not even a day old, probably.

“No. I was walking and it was dark. Guy was coming out of a cab and didn’t see me standing there. Got whacked by the door,” you assure, pulling your arm out of his loose hold. Unbuttoning your pants, you continue to undress as he stands there, eyebrows knitting together. The air is wrought with an energy he’s unfamiliar with and he withdraws but your hand reaches for his wrist. Wide eyes dart to your face and he’s shocked by the surprisingly soft smile pulling at your lips. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, uh, sure. Hungry?”

You let go of his wrist and his skin is tingling. He rubs at it absently as you nod, your strange smile ever present. “Starving.”

“I’ll whip you something to eat.”

As he’s stirring Kraft Dinner around in a bowl, he listens to the shower run and thinks.

Or doesn’t think.

Time seems to pass in such a strange way. He’s cooking for you and you’re in his shower and nothing about this is normal or something he’s used to, but it’s not something he hates.

The shower turns off just as he’s sliding the mac into a bowl and he pours you a glass of water before finishing his own abandoned cup of orange juice.

Your footfalls are light and you smell like his shampoo as you sit down at his kitchen island, clad in the clothes he laid out for you.

“It’s just some Kraft I had lying around,” he says uneasily, pushing the bowl towards you but you take it anyway with a shrug and a easygoing smile. You look more awake after the shower and colour has worked its way back into your lips. There’s new life in your eyes as you eat and Bucky, satisfied, heads for the couch just to watch whatever’s on until you’re done.

Everything seems so strange, mundane, almost… domestic as you eat, scroll your phone, and he watches The Dark Knight just because it’s on. He watches the movie blindly, his mind still going a mile a minute and his body unintentionally becoming attune to yours in a way he only knows with when he’s fucking you.

But now, he knows how you move, knows when you’re putting your bowl in the sink and knows when you’re walking towards him by the way his heart starts beating just a millisecond quicker, the gentle give of his couch as you sit down beside him. Your eyes burn into his cheek and he glances at you out of the corner of your eye.

“Come here,” he allows, lifting his arm from the pillow and you scoot closer, pulling the pillow into your lap and hugging it tight. He rests his arm along the back of the couch. “You didn’t die of food poisoning. Pity.”

“You’d have to be truly something to fuck up Kraft Dinner, Barnes,” you reply dryly, smirking at him and he suppresses a snort as you tuck your knees up. “It was good. Although, I hope you’re not living off of that stuff.”

“I do take out every once in a while,” he says with a shrug and you roll your eyes.

“I’m a college student and I can cook better than you.”

“You’re one year younger than me. We’re not so different.”

“Whatever you say.”

Bucky can’t help the amused smile edging its way onto his face as you fall into silence, watching the movie, too. One thing Bucky’s always liked about you, even if he didn’t like anything else, is that you share a lot of the same interests as him. They had whole rants on how terrible some movies were, or the disappointment that was some TV finales. It always made pillow talk a fun time, if they ever made it to that stage.

It was more often than not either of them would wake up before the other and just head out without a single word.

Bucky finds he likes your companionable silence more than he thought he would. Maybe he should’ve indulged pillowtalk a bit more. By the small, sated smile on your lips, he wonders if you’re thinking the same thing.

“You know,” you say after a while, “when I said at the beach house that you wanted me…” Your voice rouses Bucky from his trance of staring at the TV. The credits are rolling and he hadn’t even realized. So lost in his thoughts he was near the end, thinking about Rachel’s letter to Bruce and hyper aware of your every shift in your seat beside him, the movie seemed to pass by in a blink.

Something about the long lost melancholy of lost chances…

Bucky’s never been fucking sentimental, but even he can see the chance that Bruce Wayne really… really missed out on, and the blue-eyed man doesn’t want to be in that position ever. To do the right thing only to find out it’s too late. Because she died in the end, didn’t she? She died and he was alone even though he tried…

“What?”

“At the beach house,” you repeat. “When I basically told you that you wanted me…” you say with a roll of your eyes, “it was just teasing, foreplay.” Then, more seriously: “But I guess I was being like Two-Face. Double entendres, innuendos, all that.”

“You’re going to become a vengeful, homicidal DA?” he quips wryly and you huff in faux irritation, poking him lightly in the chest.

“No. God, use that brain inside that pretty little head of yours for once.”

“Aw, you called me pretty.”

“Barnes.”

“Fine. Continue.”

“Well, what I was saying… When I said you wanted me… God, this is stupid. Feel free to just punch me in the face after, but…”

“But?” Eyebrows knitting together, he looks at you and you pull the blanket up to your face, embarrassment telltale in the way you avert your eyes. He gently pushes the blanket down, muting the TV and waiting patiently. You look more alive that you did the first minute you walked into your apartment and you look like you want to bury yourself in the blankets but he’s not going anywhere and you stare at him, lips pressed into a flustered line. “I’m not going to punch you in the face. You can just tell me.”

“I guess… I just... I wanted to believe that you wanted me,” you state, shaking your head, “for me. Like some affirmation that there’s a possibility you could ever want me like that, and… I’m being dumb. I swear I’m not usually like this, all sentimental and shit, but it’s just I feel like shit and you don’t care about any of that and Brock… I broke up with him because I know he doesn’t love me even if he says he does and that I deserve better but I just… it gets to me, you know? It fucking gets to me when I’m all alone and now I am alone and if he didn’t put me first... maybe it’s because I’m not wanted.”

“Hey, princess,” he murmurs, reaching for your hands and you surrender to him easily as he cranes his head to keep your eye contact despite you ducking your head. “I don’t judge you for any of that shit and that’s wrong. He’s a fucking prick, and people want you here. Romanoff, Steve, Sam…” Me.

“I know. I know and I just… I’m scared because I have nowhere to go. And, you’re always honest with me, and just slap me in the face because… I can’t believe I’m asking you this what if… what if everyone’s gonna treat me like Brock did? What if no one will ever really want me?

There’s a beat.

Then, two.

He’s squeezing your hands so hard he’s surprised you haven’t drawn away but then he realizes your fingers are clutching onto him even tighter, his bones wincing as you crush his digits.

“It’s stupid. I’m stupid—”

“No, you’re not.” Bucky shakes his head and you—fourth year college student and someone he shouldn’t be attached to because you two are so different but he is because you two are so alike—are something else. No one has gotten under his skin like you have.

You’re not fucking stupid. Because I do want you. In a way. In more than one way. And you are irritating and burn so fucking bright and you’re fucking bold, but—

I want you.

He doesn’t say any of that.

And it’s complicated, but that’s how the universe fucking works.

“You’re free to stay here for however long you need to,” he tells you quietly, seriously. “I don’t care how long it is, and there are no catches. Just… just don’t give that fucker another chance, yeah? ‘Cause there’s always gonna be someone who wants you, kitten. Someone who’ll treat you right.”

You smile faintly, knees tucked to your chest and hair still a bit damp from your shower. You’re warm, soft, with no cigarette smoke clouding your silhouette and no glossy sheen of alcohol. You look like you in a way Bucky’s never known before.

He thinks this beats you in any kind of black dress.

“Okay,” you accept and you lean over first to kiss him. It’s a soft peck to the corner of his mouth, an innocent, flitting thing, but Bucky doesn’t mind. He eases against the couch and you lean against his chest, cuddling close against him. His arm falls around your shoulders, holding you tight to him and you melt against him just like he does around you.

For a moment, Bucky wonders how the fuck he got into this situation.

Then again, he’s not complaining.

The view is fucking stellar.

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bokuroar · 4 years ago

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hi tiger! i really love your work abt hq captains as ur bf. u made my heart woosh and pit pat hard. can i make a request? an hc on how would karasuno boys take care of you when u are sick? 👉👈

☽ a/n: omg that description lmao ilysm im so glad you liked it !!! and thanks so much for sending in a request i hope this would make your heart go woosh & pit pat hard too 💗😋 im sorry too this took so long i got so busy with college! (this is still in school setting btw)

haikyuu!! captains & how they take care of you when you’re sick

✧ DAICHI SAWAMURA

daichi drops everything at an instant for you

— both as a volleyball player and a senior, daichi knows how to help his teammates inside and outside the court. he thinks having the role of a captain developed his natural tendency to always look out for and take care of others especially the people around him. however, when it comes to you, his willingness and capacity to care for another doubles. he could be in the middle of practice or in the classroom listening to a lecture, but once he receives a text that you saw your school’s nurse because you weren’t feeling well, everything else but you loses importance to him. he’d ask coach or the teacher if he could excuse himself as this counts as an emergency. he wants to attend to you personally because daichi doesn’t think a simple text or call would suffice. the degree of your sickness doesn’t matter to him too. “daichi, you didn’t have to come i was just feeling a little dizzy that’s all.” daichi only lets out a chuckle at this and kisses your forehead, “i’ll always be there when my baby needs me.”

✧ TOORU OIKAWA

oikawa treats you like royalty

— even after watching hundreds of oikawa’s volleyball matches and witnessing his sets and spikes, his speed when he sees you try to get out of bed when you’re sick is unparalleled. to say that he wouldn’t let you lift a finger is an understatement. he isn’t underestimating your strength, he knows you are strong. but for him, he thinks that it’s the least he could do. it irks oikawa that he couldn’t physically remove your sickness away so, for him, nursing you back to health is his #1 job. you must admit it is kind of amusing and borderline silly to see the cocky volleyball player image oikawa puts on quickly replaced by a panicked concerned boyfriend when he sees you exert effort too much his liking. “honey, i have a cold. i can stand on my own, i am not dying.” you explain. “as your king i am obliged to be at your service!” he dramatically bows and kisses the back of your hand while you roll your eyes. you hate to see him go frantic about a trivial and temporary thing but your heart swells at the amount of effort he puts in for you.

✧ TETSUROU KUROO

kuroo runs you a bath

— kuroo hated seeing you sick. it breaks his heart to see you in such a weak state, example when you lose your appetite or your energy to even do the simplest of things. he’d never admit it out loud but he is actually annoyed that out of all people, you get to be sick. so when you’re feeling unwell, without you even saying a word, kuroo’s already on his move to lend you a hand. when you wake up from your much needed naps, there’s always already a glass of water, medicines, and warm soup waiting beside you. declining kuroo’s offer to feed you, he then proceeds to setup a bath for you instead while you eat in bed. as soon as your done, kuroo puts the dishes on the sink and gets back to you. he crouches down on your once again resting state on bed, caresses your cheeks and gently whispers, “hey. time for a bath?” you give him a small nod and appreciative smile, “a warm one please.” kuroo hums as confirmation. he kisses your forehead and wraps an arm on your back and another arm on the back of your knees, “hold my neck, baby.” he carries you all the way to the bathroom and asks you if do you want him to stay and help or keep you company while you relax on the tub, which you’d no doubt say yes to. as you feel kuroo’s hands massage your temples from his chair outside the tub, you couldn’t help but get one of his hands and kiss the back of it as a non-verbal thank you and i love you.

✧ KOUTAROU BOKUTO

bokuto never leaves your side

— bokuto is already a clingy boyfriend on a normal day, so what if he finds out you are sick? he’d be too worried to lay off his eyes off of you even for a second. bokuto thinks the greatest way he could help alleviate the pain you’re feeling is staying by your side. when you’re walking around the house, he won’t insist you to stop but you’ll have his eyes following you around. if you didn’t tell him you’d be fine to walk around on your own, you’d never stop having a shadow named bokuto koutarou following you around. so instead, he is on full alert if ever you need him to do something for you. he volunteers to be at your beck and call. and honestly, you find comfort with this. even just the feeling of his presence around makes you feel more ease than the usual tension you have when you’re sick. as bokuto gently hugs you from behind as you take a nap, you guiltily whisper, “bo, you don’t need to stay with me all the time. won’t you get sick too?” after realizing he spent all day at your side. bokuto frowns a bit, “look at my muscles, baby, these are too tough to get sick!” you lightly chuckle, “even the strongest men get sick, you know? and i don’t want that.” bokuto only hugs you even tighter and buries his head on your hair, “well that’s too bad. i’d rather get sick than be far away from you when you need me.” sickness aside, safe to say you both fell asleep with the most lovely smiles.

✧ SHINSUKE KITA

kita brings you everything

— kita is a very observant boyfriend. he always knows what to say and what to do in different situations. these situations include when you’re sick. one text of “my love, i can’t go to school today. i’m sick.” sent to him, he’d immediately know what to do. he calls it the “sick baby care package”. medicines? check. bottle of water? check snacks? check. kita once bought atsumu food and drinks when atsumu forgot to take care of himself. what more of it’s his partner? even with the necessities already in his bag, he would still go to a nearby store and ask you what else do you need. he prioritizes your needs above anything else especially he knows how much discomfort being sick brings. after a small reprimand of not looking after yourself, “what would you do if i wasn’t here, huh?” he lightly teases. “i’d probably still be sick. but alone.” you pout and tease back. his shoulders shake a little as he lets out a small chuckle and leans down to give you a kiss, “good thing i’m not going anywhere then.”

✧ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

ushijima searches up recipes and cooks meals for you

— the captain of shiratorizawa is a silent worrier. behind his brooding and intimidating exterior is a warm and kind heart. when he finds out your sick, it may not show on his stoic face but his mind’s an entanglement of thoughts worrying about you. does your head hurt? have you taken your medicines? do you have food? he wants to bombard you with these questions for his peace of mind but he knows better than to bother you even more. so after his errands at school, he immediately sends you a text that he’s on his way to you. seeing you sleeping on your bed when he arrives, he goes to the kitchen to inspect the food stored. as an athlete, ushijima knows that one of the best things to help you get back on your feet is digestion of healthy food. and as your boyfriend, he would love nothing more than that to happen. trying to minimize the loud sounds, ushijima then proceeds to open his phone and searches simple soup recipes when sick. a gentle tap on your shoulder and a hushed “hey” wakes you up from your slumber. when you wake up, there’s already a glass of water, medicines, and warm soup waiting beside you. “hey, you came.” despite your uneasiness, you smile as you see ushijima. he reciprocated your smile and a nod as if saying of course he wouldn’t be anywhere else. he sits beside you and gets the soup he just cooked, “i know you haven’t eaten yet, love. so here you go.” you ask him where and when he bought that when you saw the soup was on your bowl and not a takeout. ushijima slightly blushes and admits he cooked it for you. who would’ve thought, huh? you just let out a giggle and push yourself off the headboard to give his cheek a kiss before accepting his relentless offer to feed you.

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sugamamacustard · 4 years ago

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Reach So High.

Pairing: Alpha! Nishinoya Yu x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Tendo Satori x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff, So much tooth-rotting fluff.

Request: N/A

Summary: You’re used to the world around you not being kind to the vertically impaired, but you and you’re alpha get through it.

Warnings: Cavities.

Author’s Note: I am so cold right now. Like shivering.

Requests: Open!

NISHINOYA YU

➵ Yu knew what it was like to have issues reaching stuff on high shelves.

➵ To fall behind when people Tanaka with longer legs decided you need a “light” jog.

➵ To be used as an arm-rest.

➵ Being mistook for middle schooler- or worse, an elementary student.

➵ He understands all of these all too well.

➵ But that does not mean he won’t tease the absolute hell out of you.

➵ You’re his omega, so of course, he’s going to tease you.

➵ Never in a mean or demeaning way, absolutely not, but more light-hearted ways that make you both laugh.

➵ He would never even dream of hurting you, even for the sake of a joke. That’s not who he is, he worked hard to call you his omega and he doesn’t want to let you go ever. He wants to love you for the rest of your natural born live, and will not do anything to risk you.

➵ But, if you’re both in on the joke? Different story.

➵ He’s holding your drinks above your head, only giving them back when you reward him with kisses.

➵ He’s hugging you from behind and resting his head on yours.

➵ Or teasing you as he reaches shelves to your fingertips barely brush against, his own just barely reaching what you want.

➵ He’s draping his Karasuno jacket over your shoulders as a way to stake his claim.

➵ Noya knows he’s not always the most intimidating alpha, so he goes the extra length to make sure everyone knows your his.

➵ And the fact that your perfectly sized for him?

➵ He refuses to let you go, okay?

➵ He is doing everything in his power to be the perfect boyfriend and alpha.

➵ There are probably times Nishinoya runs himself ragged trying to prove himself.

➵ When those times come around, you simply have to be patient and explain he doesn’t need to do any sort of fancy things for you to love him.

➵ He’s also hesitant to have you with him during volleyball practices, especially practices when the bleachers-- which are a safe distance away-- are closed and your forced to sit on the teams bench.

➵ You’re so small and the balls are going so fast.

➵ He’s seen the aftermath with Hinata one too many times.

➵ Noya only really lets you watch if you promise to stay near Kiyoko or Coach Ukai, both of whom have fast enough reflexes to protect you if need be.

➵ Even then he’s apprehensive on having you there. But that only pushed him to be a better libero, to save the ball before it gets even close to the sidelines.

➵ He’s holding his breath whenever a fly serve is too far for him to get to, only for it to hit the wall miles away from you.

➵ His poor heart.

➵ He does, however, totally loves if you come to his games.

➵ There you’re in the bleaches, behind nets that protect you and high enough no fly serves can hit you.

➵ It makes him feel better and he’s always at the top of his game when you’re there.

➵ Everyone knows when you show up because he’s so happy and jumpy.

➵ And, if your wearing his Jersey? Especially if you’re wearing his jersey, he’s just so- He’s in love, is the best way to put it.

➵ Heart eyes, purring subconsciously, waving to you every time he gets on the court, nearly crying when you wave back, and both you of you shaping your hands into hearts when he’s off the court?

➵ He’s loosing it on the court, constantly pointing you out to his-- and the opposing-- team.

➵ “Hey, look at my omega! Aren’t they adorable?!”

TENDO SATORI

➵ Oh, ho, ho.

➵ Guess monster could not guess how much he would enjoy this.

➵ No, I kid, I kid. Tendo is honestly one of the best to have in this situation.

➵ He knows what it’s like to be teased because of things you can’t control.

➵ He had the same thing happen to him because of the way he looked. It happened up until he presented as an alpha and even then he was still called ‘Monster’.

➵ Part of the reason he first started courting you in the first place was because of your first introduction.

➵ You were the new manager, surprise surprise-- nothing notable. Shiritorizawa went through managers like candy.

➵ And then Goshiki introduced him.

➵ “This is Tendo Satori, our ‘guess monster-’” You stopped him. You questioned what made him a monster, puffing through your nose when he offered no reasoning.

➵ He fell then and there, he swears. Up and down, cross his heart.

➵ Everything else was pretty much history.

➵ He formed a friendship with you, solidified how much he cared about you and asked to court you with a hand made blanket for your nest.

➵ He absolutely adored you and everything you did.

➵ Bring him a fresh bottle of water after practice? He’s a purring mess. Remember to bring one of his jackets for him when he’s running late to class? He’s doing everything you want at your beck and call. Breathe? He’s on one knee.

➵ And that fact that your so small?

➵ He is smitten.

➵ You’re so small and he’s so big and your little hand fits so well in his???

➵ Honestly, you’re kind of enigma to him. Like you trust him so much but he’s so tall and you just- like??? Him??? For who he his??? G O D S E N D.

➵ He loves picking you up and holding you to his chest after practices, even just walking you home while your hanging off of him, his arms supporting you by your butt.

➵ He loves doing it anyway, in fact. Like just holding you on his lap while he sits on the bench waiting to sub back in. When he does stand up he takes you with him, scenting you momentarily before setting you back onto the bench, wrapping his jacket around you and giving you a sweet kiss before going on court.

➵ Yes, he is waving at you until he’s on court and in position. Yes, he is babbling about how cute his omega is to the other team.

➵ “Your lucky your in the presence of my omega with how pathetic of a player you are.”

➵ You can scold him, yeah, but nothing’s gonna change how high of a pedestal he’s put you on.

➵ Literally, nothing else compares to you.

➵ He doesn’t mind having you at practices because he’s literally called the guess monster.

➵ Nothing gets close to you. He’s already blocking stray balls or harsh spikes.

➵ He’s also pulling you away under the pretense that he ‘can’t receive every ball’ when you know that bullshit because he’s literally on the biggest powerhouse school that has ever volleyballed

➵ But you don’t mind because alpha cuddles, right????

➵ The only person Satori trusts you with for extended periods of time is Ushijima.

➵ It is quite amusing the looks you get. The two super tall, big boy alphas with this tiny omega, following the omega around like dogs on a leash.

➵ Everyone just watches you drag around these alphas that could crush you between their thighs.

➵ It absolutely hilarious to you and Satori.

➵ Tendo is not really one to want you wearing his jersey, he more less just wants you in whatever you want

➵ But if that is his jersey, or his jacket, or a sweatshirt of his, he’s not complaining. Never will. As long as his omega is happy.

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foolish-clown · 3 years ago

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Hi, can I request for a dreamcatcher reaction to their fem!s/o being smaller than them? Thanks 💓

A/N: As someone who is "Bora sized" I can very much relate to this one lol

Warnings: None

Absolutely ADORES your height

Her favourite place to be is with her chin on your head and arms on your shoulders

"My girlfriend is so cute!"

If you struggle to reach something she's right there to help you get it, but not without some teases and kisses

Will purposely stretch to her full height whenever you lean up for a kiss but gives in immediately and leans right back down to meet you halfway

Loves pulling you to her side just to she can wrap around you like a koala

She's not THAT much taller than you

But boy does she not let you forget it, either

Will pick you up and spin you around when she's really excited just because she can

If she's standing in front of you she will crouch all the way down just so you can "see"

(You could see anyway, but you let her have her fun)

Has you as "My shorter half" on her phone

Thinks it's hilarious

You don't

Likes to lean on you

ALL 👏 OF 👏 THE 👏 TIME

Also loves having you on her lap because no matter how you're sitting she can still see over your head

Often teases you with actions instead of words

Likes to pretend that you're her Princess and she's the Knight always there for your beck and call

You always steal her hoodies because they're big enough to cover the vast majority of your body

You're, like, her personal Teddy bear 🧸

Will link arms with you and then joke that you're so small she has to put her arm right under your armpit

Like Minji she often stretches to full height so you can't reach for something

Will constantly coo at you for doing the bare minimum because you look so cute doing literally anything

The absolute BIGGEST tease

Will make a joke about you doing literally anything

Often "accidentally" gets yours and Pie's name mixed up because "you're literally the same size."

Nothing will stop her from wrapping her entire body around you

And when you're sitting down she'll sit on your lap and be like "has anyone seen Y/N? I could've sworn I saw her a few seconds ago."

Yubin doesn't really make a big deal out of your height

I mean, you have the rest of the members teasing you anyway so she leaves that to them

Does need to consistently invest in new jumpers though

As that is what your own wardrobe basically consists of

And when she sees you in another one she basically accepts defeat, tells you that it looks good on you, and then kisses your cheek

Gahyeon doesn't tease you constantly, but she is very loud when she does do it

You'll be out shopping and she will point at the baby clothes and yell out "look Y/N finally some clothes that will fit you!"

You're not entirely amused, and her cheek is pinched between your fingers within an instant

Like Bora she's not much more taller than you, but those few inches mean the world to her for some reason

#dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher imagines #siyeon scenarios #jiu scenarios #dami scenarios #gahyeon scenarios #handong scenarios #sua scenarios #yoohyeon scenarios

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iamnotparticularlyproud · 3 years ago

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PPB Square: Kink Discovery | @peterparkerbingo

word count: 2.7k rating: mature warnings: none ao3 link: https://bit.ly/3xpiBdx

Summary: Bucky and Peter have been together for a while, but Peter can’t bring himself to talk to his boyfriend about how their sex life is a bit - uh, well, boring. Instead, Peter searches Bucky’s laptop while he isn’t home for any sign of kink whatsoever. To say it doesn’t go as he planned would be an understatement.

Bucky’s amazing. So, so amazing, and Peter could go on about it for days - about his silly nicknames, the way he makes the Brooklyn drawl sound adorable, his unexpected dorkiness and razor sharp wit, how his hands are so calloused but he holds Peter so softly--

Days, Peter could come up with these for days.

So, it’s not like there’s anything he wishes he could change about their relationship. It’s - they’re - perfect, everything’s been perfect. Bucky’s just so nice, and after Beck, Peter wasn’t sure he’d ever be in a relationship again, let alone one so - so good. So healthy, and so supportive.

It’s just--

Their sex is so vanilla. Painfully vanilla. The most unconventional Bucky gets is with his dirty talk, and, yeah, Peter loves how his boyfriend will call him his sweet lil boy, and tell Peter how good he takes a thick cock in his tight ass, but that's about as far as Bucky ever goes.

And that - that isn’t a bad thing, Peter knows that, it’s just. Boring, sometimes, is all.

Peter wishes he could talk to Bucky about it, because the man always stresses communication and talking problems out, but it’s just so embarrassing. Peter’s just thinking about it and he’s flushed, so how could he say the word kink out loud?

He can’t. He really, really can’t.

So Peter does the only other thing he can think to do.

He steals Bucky’s laptop and rummages for any signs of kink - anything to suggest his boyfriend isn’t as vanilla as it seems. Peter knows he doesn’t have long - Bucky’s out getting takeout from their favorite Thai place, and it isn’t too far - so he doesn’t waste time as he searches all the keywords he can think of in Bucky’s unorganized folders, his internet history that’s never been cleared, the hard drive Peter got him because he complained about memory but Peter was 99% sure he never touched - he was right - and then tries his luck with the recycle bin, but--

There’s not just no sign of kink.

There’s nothing. There’s no porn at all.

Peter’s mind is blown. He hadn’t even considered that he wouldn’t find porn, he thought that everyone watched porn - and unless Bucky knew how to delete specific pages from his browser history, which Peter heavily doubts, because, c'mon - but apparently, Bucky doesn’t.

He considers that, maybe, since Bucky is nearly a decade older than him, he consumes his porn in a different way. Maybe physical movies or, godforbid, magazines.

Peter’s considering looking through Bucky’s drawers and closets until he finds proof of pornography consumption, but then someone’s clearing their throat behind him.

“Jesus, how do you--” Peter exclaims, because it’s nowhere near the first time this six foot hunk of a man has snuck up on him. Then, he glances at the clunky computer in his lap that is obviously not his, and back at Bucky, who’s looking at the laptop, and then at Peter.

“What’re you doin’ with my computer?”

Peter panics, not because Bucky seems upset, because he doesn’t, just - confused, but it’s such a weird thing to be doing, and he can’t lie at all, and this isn’t--

“Does that say porn?” Bucky asks, suddenly leaning over Peter’s shoulder, and he just sounds amused, but Peter goes on the defensive anyway.

“I-It’s just, you never, and I - this isn’t me wanting you to change, or--”

Bucky moves quickly when Peter starts that familiar stress-ramble; he circles around the couch, puts the plastic bag filled with food down on the coffee table and sits next to him, wrapping an arm around his back and shushing him kindly.

“Slow down, doll.” Bucky smiles, sincerity etched in his crow’s feet, “Can’t understand you when you’re talkin’ too fast, remember?”

Peter stops. He nods, then he takes a breath. When he lets it go, Bucky tells him to take a deeper one, so he does, and as he breathes it out, he feels the alarm fade.

Not completely, though. Not with the evidence of his snooping in his lap.

With a glance back at where porn is still typed out in the recycle bin’s search bar and a chuckle, Bucky asks, almost laughing, “What were you doin’, sweetheart?”

Peter doesn’t expect it, but the fight drains from his body. It’s him accepting his fate, he realizes belatedly.

“I, uh,” Peter pauses, because it’s still so difficult to say the words, “was looking for porn.”

Bucky laughs for real this time, and Peter closes his eyes with a sigh. That wasn’t what he meant to say, at all.

“No - I was looking for y-your porn, like, what you watch,” Peter explains, and Bucky is still laughing, but he waves a hand.

“Yeah, I got that.” He says, making an effort to curb his laughter, “Why, though?”

Peter bites his lip. "Do you watch porn?”

He was scared that meeting Bucky’s question with a question would frustrate the man, but he only looks more amused.

“Why would I?”

Huh?

“What?”

“Why would I watch porn?” Bucky sounds genuinely confused, “We have sex almost everyday.”

Almost, Peter nearly stresses, but catches himself. Obviously, he’s dramatically misread the situation.

“Y-Yeah, but,” Peter tries to come up with something, anything, “like, maybe, before we dated?”

“I know it’s kinda old, but I got the thing not too long before we met, actually.”

That bit of information also sends Peter reeling, and he almost argues about it - because the laptop isn’t 'kinda old,' it’s ancient - but Bucky speaks before he does.

“Were you lookin’ for the kinda porn I’m into?”

Peter nearly sags with relief. How does he always manage to get it before Peter has to explain?

“Yeah.”

Bucky’s smile shifts, and it’s - he likes that, Peter notices, and, it’s - it's sexual.

“What, did you wanna tease me?” Bucky licks his lips, “Rile me up?”

Oh. That works, and it’s pretty true, even. Peter can work with that.

He nods. Bucky continues, and he looks so pleased.

“It’s you, sugar,” Bucky brings his hand to Peter’s cheek, and his hold is so gentle, but the calluses are rough, and it’s such a satisfying dichotomy that Peter can’t help but lean into it, “You get me wild.”

If only. Peter’s never seen him be wild.

But he couldn’t say that. Not when Bucky sounds like he absolutely means it, and it makes Peter’s heart flutter.

Peter has been a bit weird lately.

Well, Peter is always a bit weird, but it’s a part of his charm. He’s been acting extra weird lately, Bucky’s noticed, and while it’s just as endearing, it’s confusing, too.

He almost calls Peter out on it after he’s found him searching for porn on his computer - more than he had already, anyway - but he just gets so tense when Bucky tries to make him really talk about something. He doesn’t want to bring up that energy - not so late, anyway.

So Bucky plans to talk to him about it tomorrow.

And Peter thwarts that plan as soon as they wake up. Usually, he’s eager to spend the last day of their shared weekend off together, but before they’ve even had their coffee, Peter’s rushing out the door with the excuse of meeting up with his college friends at a cafe. Not too long later he texted they were going to do an impromptu study group for an upcoming quiz, then, after five hours, texted him they were going to hang out more.

Bucky tries not to be suspicious of or retaliatory to Peter even more than he’s learned to be with his partners, because the kid’s not had a great track record with boyfriends, to say the least, but this is ridiculous. When he’s been gone for a whole seven hours, under the guise of shoddy excuses, Bucky decides his curiosity needs to be sated more than Peter needs to be coddled, and his new plan is to snoop into Peter’s computer like the kid tried with him. Obviously, if he assumed Bucky would have porn on his laptop, Peter’s got some on his.

Bucky doesn’t plan to look until Peter texts that he’s on his way home, though. He thinks it’ll be funny if the kid finds himself where Bucky stood last night.

So, after Peter texted that he’s omw, Bucky pulls out his computer. It’s so sleek, thin and light, yet wide, and he hates using it, but he’s dying to know. How much porn could Peter possibly watch, considering how much they have sex, and how busy he’s kept as a student and part-time employee?

Not very much, Bucky assumes.

And holy fuck is he wrong.

He takes a wild guess and searches porn in the convenient - but too bulky, and ugly - search engine in the toolbar, and a stupidly obviously labeled folder, not porn don’t look, comes right up. There’s several subfolders - distinguishing the videos by kink, dear God - and dozens of videos in most of them, over a hundred in a few.

What the fuck.

Bucky’s surprised - Jesus Christ, so surprised - at so many things, but - where the fuck does Peter find the time to watch so much porn? What does it mean that he’s amassed such a collection? How has Bucky never walked in on him watching it? Is there a way to see how many hours of it there are, because it’s a stupidly high amount, definitely--

Bucky takes a breath. He leans back, too, because the little previews are too much to look at, and he takes a moment to appreciate just how understandable it was that Peter was so confused yesterday. It must be unthinkable, to not watch porn, to him. But - Peter’s never even mentioned porn before, not in the half-a-year they’ve been dating, so what was so different about yesterday?

The question has Bucky sitting back up, ready to delve deeper. He starts by reading the names of the folders closer, finding it’s not just organized by kink, but by his favorite pornstars, too. The kid’s got several, all with typical pornstar names, and according to the previews, he’s got a type for big and buff. Checks out.

With another deep, grounding breath, Bucky clicks on the folder name Ultimate Favorites. It’s only got thirteen videos in it, but all the titles are a fuckin’ doozy. It’s shit like Small Twink Fucked Hard, and Daddy Pounds His Boy Until He Cries, and - Jesus fuck - Dom Verbally Abuses Sub While Anally Abusing Him.

Bucky’s nauseous just reading that last one. He never would’ve guessed Peter was into such rough sex. Not just because the kid gets all wide-eyed and stuttery whenever sex is even mentioned, but because Peter’s just so - soft. In all the ways a person can be, really.

Bucky doesn’t know how to reconcile what he knows Peter to be like with this new information about him. He distantly knows that he doesn’t have to - that Peter’s kinks don't reflect anything about his personality, and acting like they do is only reductive - but the instinct is so strong, he can’t help but fruitlessly try.

Before he can reconsider, Bucky’s clicking on one of the more mildly titled videos - not that any of them are mild at all - just to understand better what Peter’s so into.

The video loads almost immediately, and it doesn’t waste time with any kind of introduction - there’s suddenly two men on the screen, their size difference resembling Bucky and Peter’s to a ridiculous degree, and the larger one pushes the smaller onto a bed carelessly before climbing on top of him. It’s a bunch of shoving and aggressive groping along with cruel words and name calling, and Bucky’s never been more turned off in his life. He can’t believe this porno is among Peter’s favorites - his boyfriend’s never once let on that this is the kind of sex he’s into.

While he’s staring, Bucky’s on screen lookalike finally quitting with the rough teasing and moving onto the brutal fucking, he hears Peter enter his apartment. Bucky doesn’t mute the video, and Peter’s light footsteps stop immediately. Bucky can just see the look on his face - that caught-in-the-headlights one that makes Peter look more like a deer than Bucky thought a person could - and he stifles a laugh as the steps pick back up, this time much more hesitant. When Peter’s a good foot into the living room, Bucky turns around, acting as if he hadn’t heard him coming in.

With the computer filling the room with sounds of slapping and exaggerated moans, Bucky greets, struggling to keep a smirk off his face, “Hi, honey. How was your day?”

Peter doesn’t answer him and - yep, there’s that look. Instead, he gapes like a fish at where his computer is steadied on Bucky’s lap, eyes wide and frantic.

“Why’d you never mention this, doll?” Bucky asks, dropping the act as Peter keeps looking like disaster is seconds away. He pauses the video and sets the laptop to the side, motioning for Peter to join him on the couch.

Peter does join him, albeit uncertain and his eyes still trained on the graphic image on the computer screen. He’s quiet as he sits as far as he can from Bucky.

“I--” Peter starts, gaze transfixed on the laptop. “Can you - close that?”

Bucky does. Peter keeps looking at it.

“You okay?” Bucky asks, chuckling.

Peter finally looks at him. He seems scared, Bucky realizes. He closes a bit of the distance between them, leaving some incase Peter feels suffocated, and puts a hand on the back of his neck, a touch Peter always leans into.

He does this time, too. He relaxes some, and Bucky prompts, “Were you scared to tell me?”

Peter relaxes even more, his shoulders falling. He nods. “I know you probably don’t care--”

Bucky interrupts to confirm with a nod of his own, “I don’t.”

“But it’s just--” Peter huffs, eyebrows furrowing, “Embarrassing.”

Bucky nods more. “It doesn’t change how I think about you.” He reassures Peter, “At all.”

“That's good.” Peter breathes, and Bucky can’t help but laugh softly. “I was starting to think it would gross you out.”

It kinda does, but Bucky doesn’t say that. It isn’t important how the porn he’s into makes Bucky feel.

“No, baby. It doesn’t.”

Peter leans into his side, and Bucky shifts to embrace him. Silence attempts to settle around them, but Bucky can’t help his need to tease.

“So… where’d you find the time to make such a collection?”

Peter cringes. “I, uh, started it years ago.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows. He doesn’t know why he didn’t assume that - it’s a seriously massive collection - but thinking of how far back years suggests, and how Peter is just twenty-two, he can’t help but ask for clarification.

“How many years you talkin’?”

“Uhh…” Peter trails off, seeming to really think about it. Bucky can see the moment he finds the answer, and his expression closes. “...several.”

Bucky decides to wager a guess. He doesn’t really know why he wants to know this answer, but he thinks it might help him understand just how into kink Peter is.

“Sixteen?”

Peter whines. “Jamie.”

Bucky’s eyes widen. “Fifteen?”

Peter pulls away a bit to cover his face with his hands, and he whines unintelligibly this time.

“Christ, it wasn’t younger than thirteen, was it?”

Peter shakes his head. “N-No, I--” His words are muffled by his palms, “I was fourteen.”

Bucky breathes a sigh of relief. Peter can’t lie for shit, so Bucky can tell he isn’t just appeasing him.

Then it hits him just how long Peter’s been fantasizing about this kind of sex.

“You’re really into this stuff, huh?”

Peter burrows further into his hands. Bucky rubs his back, and considers his next words carefully.

“If you want, we could explore some of the tamer stuff you have in there.”

Peter drops his hands from his face and he looks excited for all of two seconds. Then, his expression falls. “None of it’s… tame. I mean, I guess--” Peter cuts himself off to cough, wincing as he tries to get the words out, “uh, im-impact play isn’t, you know, hardcore, I guess.”

“Spanking and stuff?”

“...and stuff.” Peter says with a flush.

“We’ll start with spanking,” Bucky laughs, adding just in case, “if you want to.”

But it wasn’t necessary, because Peter brightens immediately.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

Peter smiles wide, and Bucky can’t help but return it with one of his own.

#peterparkerbingo2021 #winterspider #peter parker #bucky barnes #peter parker x bucky barnes #peter x bucky #nff #im pretty sure no warnings anyway #if u think i should add one jus tell me #for some reason i feel the need to defend myself for making bucky not. like. good with technology #bc thats not canon #but i dont have a reason i just think its funny #also for some reason im really embarrassed to post this #uhhhh #my writing

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