#reposting my own shit whoops not sorry

[buckybuckyboo]

The guy next door

Summary: You never thought that your next-door neighbor and best friend would have feelings for you.

Word count: 2,867

Bucky x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Friends to lovers. Unprotected sex. Oral sex (f reviving) P in V

A/N: I do not give permission to repost or translate my work. All mistakes are my own. Comments and reblogs are appreciated (Even leave a little emoji) Thank you for reading 

It was Friday evening and you were in your apartment getting ready for your girls' night out with your friend. You were struggling to find something to wear. Taking your phone off your bedside locker and texting your neighbor.

"Need you to help me pick something out to wear. The door is unlocked"

Throwing your phone on your bed, you went back to look at your clothes.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"In here Buck! Hurry!"

"Hurry?"

"Yes hurry! I have to leave soon."

Bucky lived two doors down from you and over the last couple of months, you both have become close, like tonight, needing his help to pick a dress out.

"What's the occasion?"

"Girls' night! But if there are any cute guys around maybe I will bring one home"

"Well if you go like that you'll definitely get some bites"

He bites his lip looking at you in your underwear. Bucky is hot, there is no denying that but he has never given you a signal to show he's interested. You were just happy to call him your guy best friend.

"Okay, how's this?"

"Um, no"

You disappear into your bathroom again trying something else on.

"This?"

"Yeah, that looks nice"

"Nice?"

"What do you want me to say I'll say it" He smiles.

"Oh, it will have to do. Tina will be here in 5"

Bucky sees you struggling with your necklace and get's up to help you. His touch sends shivers down your spine.

"You look amazing sweetheart"

Turning so you are facing him. "Thank you, Bucky, sorry for bothering you"

"Nonsense, I hope you have a good night with Tina. Be careful. If you  need help getting back, call me"

"Thank you, Bucky" Kissing his cheek and smiling at him

He smiles back at you as he turns to leave and walks out of your apartment. He takes a moment, leaning against your door, taking a deep breath. Talking to himself "She's your neighbor, she's not into you, don't get pissed if she brings a guy home..... God, I hope she doesn't"

He lifts off the door and heads back to his place.

Touching up your make-up as you wait for Tina to come over. Putting the last finishing touches as you heard a knock at the door. Running to answer it and hugging your friend. Locking your door and heading to the club. A few shots in and the questions started from Tina.

"So have you fucked him yet?"

"Who?"

"Bucky you idiot! You haven't bedded that handsome legs on sex?"

"Okay you're drunk"

"SEX ON LEGS! Whoops my bad. Hey, I might come home with you and knock on his door" She wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"Tina! You've been in a serious relationship[ for 6 years!"

"Oh yeah," She bursts out laughing.

"Don't change the subject though! You have to admit he is sexy!"

"Tina, he's not interested, if he was he would have, made a move"

"Maybe he's afraid to"

"I don't think so"

Just then Tina's favorite song came on and she dragged you to the dance floor. You both danced and laughed the whole night. Taking a taxi home, making sure Tina got home first then telling the taxi man your address. You lay your head back on the headrest and started to think. Bucky is afraid to make a move? He's not interested? Maybe I'm not his type. Getting out of the taxi you head up to your apartment, walking past Bucky's door you stop for a second, turning around and raising your hand to knock on his door but stopping. Tina is full of shit, there's no way Bucky is interested. Then his door flew open, you were standing there with your hand up in a fist. Your eyes looked over Bucky's body. He was shirtless, his grey sweatpants hanging off his hips.

"Hey, thought I heard something. Is everything okay? Have a good night?"

You heard what he said but you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"Y/N?"

"Huh?" Your eyes meet his. "I'm sorry Bucky, did I wake you?"

He smiles "No doll, you didn't wake me. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine Bucky I just uh-"

Bucky leans against the door frame "Yeah sweetheart?"

"Why aren't you attracted to me?"

Bucky started to stammer. Your drunk self blabbering on.

"Okay, I think it's time to go home and get some sleep hm?"

He takes you by your arm and walks you to your door. Taking your spare key from above your door to open it. There was no way in hell that you would be able to find your key's in your bag. Bucky opens the door, turning your light on and leading you inside.

"Will you be okay on your own doll?"

He turned around seeing you laying on the couch half asleep. He walks over, effortlessly picks you up, and takes you to your bedroom, laying you on the bed and pulling the covers over you. His eyes meet yours as he looks down at you. You place your hand on his cheek, your thumb rubbing over his bottom lip. He takes your hand, and kisses it "Goodnight sweetheart" He lays your hand on your stomach. He makes sure to leave a glass of water by your bed and some painkillers for the headache you might have tomorrow and leaves.

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The next morning, you were woken up by the sun beaming in your window. Some chunks of last night you can't remember. Turning around and getting out of bed you see the glass of water and painkillers. "Did Tina drop me home? No, I made sure she got home. Who.... oh no"

You remembered knocking on Bucky's door. You lay back on the bed, grabbing your pillow and screaming into it.

"Oh god what did I say?"

You hear a loud knock at the door, you get up and go answer it. When you open the door you see Bucky standing before you.

"Hey doll, how are you feeling?"

"I can still taste the Tequila" He chuckles and hands you a coffee from your favorite shop down the street.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure Buck" You open the door wider letting him walk by.

"Everything okay?"

"No" he says leaving his coffee down on the counter, turning around and pushing you against the door closing it behind you. His face inches from yours.

"B- Bucky?"

"You think I'm not attracted to you? What does this tell you?"

"I- I- didn't  mean to say that to you last night I-" he cut you off by putting his finger against you lips.

"I'm taking you out tonight, 8 o clock"

You nod in response. "Good, I'll see you then sweetheart" He smiles and gently pulls you away from the door. He leans in leaving a kiss on your cheek and then leaving.

When your door closed behind you, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

Am I dreaming? Did that really happen? Oh my god. I have a date with Bucky! You smiled to yourself.

You went about your day as normal trying to make time go faster for your date. You wanted everything to go perfectly but you had doubts in the back of your mind. What if he can't stand you? What if he didn't wanna have a relationship with you. Would you both still be friends? You didn't want to lose him.

As it was getting closer to the time you decided to start getting ready. You took a shower and when you got out you looked at your phone and saw you had a text from Tina.

"Hey girl, how's the head lol what are you doing tonight?"

"Hey T, dehydrated and a slight headache lol I' staying  in tonight"

"Oh, want me to come over? I've got wine!"

"No thanks T, just gonna relax tonight"

"Okay girl, call me if you get bored! x"

God I hope I don't get bored, you thought to yourself. Getting dressed, nothing fancy but fancy enough for whatever he had planned.

At 8pm, on the dot, there was a knock at the door. Taking a deep breath before opening the door, there he was. He looked amazing, he was wearing black jeans and a black shirt.

"Hi doll, you ready to go?"

"Yes, I'm ready"

Grabbing your coat and leaving your apartment. He pressed the button for the elevator, waited for you to walk in and then he followed. There was a bit of an awkward science in the elevator, then he spoke.

"You look gorgeous tonight Y/N"

"Thank you, you look very handsome. Um, I wanna apologize for my drunk behavior"

"That's okay sweetheart, it got us here" he smiles.The elevator doors open and he waited for you to walk out. He is such a gentleman, opening the door for you and such. Making sure you were in the car safely before closing the door and him then getting in the other side. He looks over at you and smiles.

You both had a wonderful night. You two fit together like puzzle piece.

"You're such a gentleman Bucky"

"Why? Did you think I was a caveman?" Both of you laughing.

"No, no I just thought that you seen me as a friend and my friend kept talking about how hot you were the other night and I guess the alcohol just took over" you smile.

"That's okay doll, I'm kinda glad you did. Oh so your friend likes me too?" You slap his shoulder playfully.

"Nah sweetheart, I'm not interested in anyone else, just you" He leans in kissing your lips softly. The rest of the night goes on and you enjoy the drinks and the food is amazing, and Bucky? He is really sweeping you off your feet, he's sweet, funny, charming and smart.

""Was the food okay doll?"

You smile wide at him. "Everything has been amazing, thank you"

"You're welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed it"

God you wish this night would never end. "I', gonna go freshen up, I'll be right back" You kiss his cheek and leave the booth heading to the bathroom. While you were in there you over heard two girls talking about how sexy Bucky looked and you couldn't help but smile and obviously agree with them 100%. When you made your way back to the booth, Bucky was standing waiting for you. His smile made you melt. "You ready to head home doll?"

"Yes Bucky, I am ready whenever you are. Thank you for tonight, it was amazing"

"I'm glad you had a great night, I did too" He takes your hand leading you outside to the car.

The drive home was quite, exchanging small looks with one another. His thumb rubbing over your hand. The car dropped you both off and both of you headed inside and into the elevator. You lay against the back of the elevator watching Bucky press the button for your floor then he walked up to you, smiling as he took your chin in between your thumb and index finger, looking into your eyes. His big blue eyes. His eyes went from yours to your lips and back up again. He moved in closer caging your body with his. His lips lightly brush against yours, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him in for a passionate kiss. You felt like you were flying. His soft lips against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth massaging against yours. The opening of the elevator doors brings you back down to earth. He takes your hand and leads you to the door of his apartment, opening the door and the two of you walk in. You've been in his apartment before, many times in fact but this was different tonight. You had too much on your mind. What if's and what will happen after. Bucky noticed your change and walked over in front of you taking one of your hands on his and his other hand caressing your face. "Hey, what's wrong?" He whispers

"Bucky, are you sure?"

"Sure? Babydoll I've never been so sure of something than having you as mine" You turn your head blushing but he brings your head back up looking into his eyes which are now fully blown with lust.

"Bucky what if-"

He cuts you off with a kiss making you forget what you were going to say.

"Last night, when you asked me over to help you pick out an outfit? I was praying you wouldn't meet someone. I've wanted you for so long Y/N, I wont hurt you. Please, I can be what you need"

.You smiled and leaned in kissing him again, pulling him closer. He backs you up against the wall, his hands moving all over your body. His kisses trail down to your neck and chest then he falls to his knees, looking up at you as he slowly pulls your dress up. He slips your panties off and hooks your leg over his shoulder.

Your heart is pumping out of your chest. What a sight to see him on his knees for you. He kisses along your thighs making his way up to your soaking core and when his tongue finally runs through your folds you moan out loud making you grab onto his hair. When he wraps his lips around your clit and moans it sends vibrations through your body. "Mm Bucky that feels so good"

"Oh baby, I'm just getting started"

He rises to his feet crashing his lips against yours. Your hands move quickly unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his belt and jeans. You reach into his pants stroking his cock. He lays his head in the crook of your neck moaning.

"Oh you like that baby?" you coo in his ear making him moan more. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walks to the bedroom. Sitting you on the edge of the bed as he unzips your dress. You wiggle out of it and throw it to the floor along with your bra. He takes a step back just to look at you and thinks about how lucky he is right now. He quickly takes his pants and boxers off and climbs on top of you on the bed as you make your way up to the pillows. Bucky rests himself between your legs as he kisses you fiercely and hungrily. You reach between your bodies wrapping your hand around his shaft and guiding him into your entrance.

Your breath hitches in your throat while Bucky grunts from how tight his cock is in your pussy. He stills for a moment watching your face for a reaction, you look at him and lean in kissing him softly then looking into those big beautiful blue eyes. "Please move baby, don't make me wait any longer"

He chuckles softly and kisses you again and then his hips start to move making you gasp and moan. He hooks your leg higher over his hip hitting a new spot inside you making you moan louder and Bucky smiles. "What's so funny Bucky?"

"Nothing doll, just you don't know how long I've waited to hear you make those noises for me"

"Well then baby, why did you stop?"

He kisses you fiercly as his hips start to move faster and harder "Yes Bucky, just like that baby. Right there! Please don't stop!"

"Oh baby, I'm not gonna stop till your pussy is dripping with  my cum. Gonna fill you up so much baby"

"YES BUCKY! FUCK YES! FILL ME!"

"Squeezing me so good babygirl. You gonna cum all over my cock with your sweet juices?"

"Yes baby I'm gonn- I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming oh fuck!"

You moan out as your pussy clenches around him just a few more thrusts and he starts to get sloppy.

He moans into your neck as he sucks on your skin. "That's it baby fill me up with your cum". He stills inside you. You can feel his cock twitching inside you. Both of you out of breath but he stays in the same position on top of you, kissing you softly as you both come down from your high. The last thing you remember is laying with him looking into his eyes and stroking his cheek. You woke up the next morning and you were in bed  alone. You look down to see you are wearing one of his t shirts and a pair of boxers making you smile. Then Bucky opens the bedroom door "Good morning sweetheart! I was just making some coffee. How did you sleep?"

"I slept great Bucky, how about you?"

"I slept great baby, better than I've slept in years"

He sits in front of you on the bed and kisses you softly. "Coffee?"

"Coffee sound good and all but I want something else"

"Oh? What do you want doll?"

"You" you smile pulling him over you on the bed and kissing him deeply.

"Well sweetheart, I wont say no to that" He chuckles laying down with you on the bed.

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Troublemaker ~ 3 ~ The Best Friend

He is one of the best goaltenders in the league. He's also hated by his teammates. He didn't mean to be a troublemaker but why not lean into it? There wasn't anyone to stop him.

Until he met her...

A Jeremy Swayman AU x OFC Stella Williams

Story Warnings: excessive drinking, SMUT!, an asshole Jeremy, angst

A/N: Hello and welcome to a spin-off "Cross-Checked" so plenty of characters from that story are crossing over here! If you want a more detailed story of how we ended up here, read the first store HERE Also! The taglist is open. If you want to be added or removed, please let me know!

2nd A/N: Well, I had to take a moment to mourn the loss of our beloved goalie hugs. We'll miss you Linus!

Previous: "Fun" Decisions

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The first two days of my “injury” was spent drunk in my apartment. I drank everything I had. I woke up on the third day to a ringing phone. Fuck does my head hurt. I reached for my phone and answered. “What?” 

“Morning to you too, punk.” Its Linus. Fuck me.  

“Morning,” I grumble.  

“Just checking on you,” he replies.  

“It's early, man. Couldn’t it have been check later?”  

Linus sighs and I know he’s shaking his head. “It is later, Jeremy. It’s noon in Vegas. Which means its three PM in Boston.”  

I pull my phone away from my head and check. Yep, it sure is three. I put my phone back to my ear. “So, it is.”  

“Just tell me you aren’t drinking and driving.” I can hear the genuine concern in his voice.  

“I promise, I’m not. I’ve been drinking by myself at home.” I get up gingerly and head to the kitchen for coffee. That’s when I notice all the bottles on the counter. “Shit.”  

“What?” 

Whoops, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. “Sorry, I’m just out of coffee. I’m gonna head to the coffee shop.”  

“Ok, if you want to talk, just let me know.” Now he sounds sad. A sad Linus is depressing AF and I don’t want that. I never want that.  

“Thanks bud. I’m ok right now. I promise, I’m being safe.”  

“Try to get a workout in,” he says. “I’ll talk to you later.”  

“Later.” I hung up and banged my head against the wall.  Ow. I really do need coffee, but the kitchen is a mess.  A mess I need to clean up after coffee. I shower and dress and head down the block to The Addicted. I love the name of the place.  It's quiet since the morning rush is over.  I order and sit in the back. With my hat and sunglasses, I don’t get recognized much. I’m checking out my calendar on my phone when the door chimes. I look up to see Stella Williams walking in, phone to her head.  

“I am in public, so I am not discussing this again... You want to sleep around, go right ahead but it won’t be with me any longer.”  She hung up with a sigh and ordered her coffee with an apology.  

I’ve never really looked at Stella. My eyes were on Leia but now... now I see what I had been missing.  While Leia was short and beautiful, Stella is not tall, maybe five-six, but she is gorgeous. She’s a light brown brunette with pale blue eyes, a compliment to her best friend’s espresso hair and green eyes. Her olive skin is flawless with a few freckles around her nose. As a trainer, I knew she was fit but in the yoga pants and hoodie she is wearing, I can tell she is a smoke show.  

I try not to stare as she picks up her coffee and heads out. I watch as she walks away and wonder what her call was about. I thought about asking her to sit and talk, but I can’t at the moment.  I need to get back home and clean up.  

I decided to go out instead of drinking by myself. I also know that Mark has Andy and Linus on speed dial if I were to show up without them. Fuckers can’t even trust me on my own.  So, I headed out to the south side of Boston. I went to a dive bar and ordered a whiskey. I look around. Its dark and dingy. I don’t expect to run into anyone here. Except for the brunette sitting at the end of the bar.  

Stella.  

I debated if I should go over there. She is obviously going through something if she missed the team road trip. She always flies with Leia but since Leia stopped flying a couple of months ago, she’s mostly kept to herself or with Andy and Luke.  She was the only female on the training staff, so I had to guess that had a lot to do with it.  

Ah fuck it.  I threw back my drink, ordered another and sat one stool away from her. “Hey Stella.”  

Her head snapped up and I got the full picture. Red eyes, blotchy skin, bottom lip bitten and swollen. “What are you doing here?” 

“Stella, what’s going on?” Concern flooded my entire system. I’ve never seen her cry. Angry, yes but not this... broken. I watched as another tear rolled down her cheek. “Stella?” 

“I thought you were injured,” she replied, wiping the tears from her face.  

I looked away. “Not physically injured.” I took a sip and looked back at her. “Why aren’t you on the trip?” 

She signaled the bartender, and he poured another shot of tequila for her.  She threw it back and made a face before she answered me. “Well, when your co-worker decides to sleep with your boyfriend and you can’t do anything about getting rid of her from your workplace, you take a vacation right when they need you the most.” She gave a sad smile.   

“Holy fuck.” I didn’t mean for that to come out. “That is a cluster, Stel.”  

“Tell me about it.” She looked at me. “Wait, never mind. You’ve already fucked up with the best person in your life.”  

I flinched. Ouch. Her statement is hit perfectly. But she isn’t wrong. Leia was the best person but not for me. I snort. “She had been Andy’s girl from the beginning, and it took them a stupid amount of time to realize it. I just took it badly.” I shake my head. “I regret a lot of things.” 

Stella looked at me with big eyes. “You actually regret...” 

I cut her off. “Yes, I do.” I threw back the rest of my drink. “She didn’t deserve my attitude and actions. Fuck, I didn’t know she was having a difficult pregnancy, and it kills me that I made it worse. She’s a sweet girl and she deserves the world and I hope that Barber gives it to her.”  

We're quiet for a few minutes. “Why were you pulled from the trip?” The question comes from left field. “I mean, if you were injured, I would know about it.”  

It’s my turn to take a moment before answering her. “I was drunk when I showed up to practice.”  

She gasped. “Jeremy, why would you do that?” 

“I didn’t do it on purpose. I just... I miss my teammates and they all ignored me because of the thing with Leia and it just got to me.  So I went to a bar and met a girl but then I went back to my place, alone, and kept drinking. Linus woke me up and then I was late, but I still had booze breath.” I sigh. “Coach pulled me off of the trip and I’ve been drinking ever since. I didn’t go to the Red Line because Mark would rat my ass out.”  

Stella was quiet for a few minutes.  I ordered us another round. “Have you tried talking to her?” I shake my head. “Why not?” 

“Do you actually think that Andy would be ok with me talking to her? Especially, now with her pregnancy? If I thought I could have a moment with her to just say sorry, I would. I know she won’t forgive me, but I have to apologize.”  

Another silence.  

“You’re not a bad guy, Swayman.  Maybe a man whore but not a bad guy.”  

I husk a laugh. “Thanks, I think.”  

She stares at me for a second. “Would you do it? Be committed to someone?” 

I think about it. “If I found the right girl, I would do everything I could to make sure I never made her cry.” I look at her when another tear escapes. “You want me to kick his ass?” 

She laughed. “No, but thanks. I just want to forget him.”  

I took a beat and thought of an idea. “I could help with that,” I say.  She looks at me. “I’m just saying, use the man whore, I guess.”  

“I don’t know where you’ve been, Swayman.”  

“Oh fuck you, I’m responsible and I get tested because I’m not that big of an asshole.” I took another sip. She’s chewing her lips again, but now it's in apprehension, not anger.  I pull it away gently. “Don’t do that. Wouldn’t want you to hurt those beautiful lips.” Her breath hitches at my words. I look into her pale blue eyes and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, but I don’t stop touching her. I cup her cheek. “Beautiful.” I lean in and press my lips against hers.  

She tastes like tequila and sunshine. I can’t explain it. She moans into the kiss, and I deepen it. One kiss was all it took for me to be addicted. I pull away gently, keeping my forehead pressed to hers. She blinks and open her eyes. “Why did you kiss me?” 

“Because it looked like you needed to be reminded of what it feels like to be desired. Come home with me.”  

She pulls back a little more. She finishes her shot. “Drinks are on you, pretty boy.” She extends her hand so I can take it.  

I smirk and throw down some bills. “Anything you want, gorgeous.” I take her hand and lead her out. I go to hail a cab, but she stops me.  

“Just for one night right? We’ll stay friends?” 

I don’t how I feel about that but if this is all she can give me right now, I’ll take it.  

“One night.”  

We stumbled into my apartment, neither one of us wanting to let go of the kiss that started in the cab.  I push her jacket off of her and she does the same. I finally separated us so I can get her shirt off of her fantastic body. “Oh fuck,” I whisper, staring at her tits as if I’ve never seen some before. She has on a pale green lacy bra on, showcasing her perfect tits.  

“Like them, Sway?” She runs a hand over her body. I grabbed her wrist.  

“This body is mine tonight,” I growl out. I spin her so my front is on her back. I ran my hands over her. She’s as soft as I predicted. I pull the strap of her bras down and kiss her shoulders and neck, listening to the little gasps and moans she’s letting out. My hands drift down to her jeans, and I open them up and let my fingers slide down into her panties. “Wet, gorgeous? Did I do that?” 

“Yes,” she moans.  

“Good.” I slowly pull her jeans and panties off and then run my hands up her legs, feeling her shiver. After they were off, I spun her around, so she faced me while I was still on my knees. “I want to worship you, gorgeous.” I kiss right over her pussy, and she moans softly, her head tilted back. I lay her back on the bed and hike her legs up so she’s nice and spread out for me.  I stand to look over her. 

“Jeremy, please,” she begs. I can see her pulsing and clenching over nothing. I get on my knees.  

“Fuck, you smell delicious.” I flatten my tongue over her slit and moan. “Tastes delicious too.” I suck on her clit a little before running my tongue. She bucks up but I catch her and hold her to the bed. “Let me eat this delicious pussy, gorgeous.  Did he do this? Did he make you feel good and cum on his tongue?” 

“N-no,” she replies shakily. “He never...” 

“That is a fucking travesty.” I fuck into her with my tongue, listening for the tall-tell sign that she is ready to let go. I let my thumb rub her clit softly. I don’t want to overstimulate her.  Her cunt begins to squeeze my tongue and I pull away. “He’s an asshole and a moron if he didn’t taste this.” I smirk, “then again, I like that I’m the only one that’s been here.” I blew on the wet skin to make her shiver. “Cum, Stella.” I latched onto her clit as I shoved two fingers into her. She cries out as I feel her clamp down on my fingers and pulse around them. Her back is bowed, skin flushed. She has never looked more beautiful. I slow my movements before giving her pussy one last kiss and moving Stella higher on the bed.  

Her gaze is glassy, but a soft smile is on her lips. “Fuck, you wrecked me.”  

“Only a little, gorgeous.” I climb on top of her and kiss her so she can taste how sweet she is. “But I will fulfill that statement in just a moment.” I settle between her legs, my hands on either side of her beautiful face. “Let me worship you, Stella.”  

“Yes,” she whispered. I rolled on a condom and then set myself at her entrance. I pushed in slowly. She stopped breathing as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.  

“Breathe, baby.”  

“So big,” she gasped. I kept moving slowly, not wanting to hurt her. I didn’t do this with others. I was used to having it fast and rough. But with Stella, I wanted to savor it, make her feel good, brng her pleasure that she’s never had. She wasn’t just somebody. And I wasn’t sure when that changed but she is someone I wanted to hang on to.  

When I finally bottomed out, I groaned in satisfaction. “You take me so well, gorgeous.” I pump my hips slowly, relishing her heat. 

“Jermery,” she calls out, her nails digging into my back. I growled at the pain and just drove into her a little faster. “Oh God,” she cried.  

“Not God gorgeous,” I said, kissing her hard. “Come on baby, let me feel you. So hot and wet I know you can soak me.” She moaned louder as I flipped us over, so she was on top. I guided her back down onto my cock, pushing up to make her scream. I took hold of her hips and forced her down on me. Her breast bounced in front of me, and I took a nipple in my mouth.  

“I’m gonna cum,” she called out. I made her continue her pace as I let my thumb graze her clit. “Oh, fuck, Jer.” I don’t know why her calling me “Jer” made me lose my rhythm but now I was determined to have her cum all over me.  

“Let go, gorgeous.” I thrusted up into her and rubbed her clit harder.  “Ah fuck, Stel!” 

I watched her crest the peak with a silent scream as I pushed my hips up and released into the condom.  She collapsed onto me, and I caught her, twisting us so we would be on our side. Our breathing was labored but I reached to kiss her forehead. “You are a goddess.”  

“You’re not so bad yourself, Sway,” she giggled.  

I stared at her, basking in her beauty. I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Stay,” I said.  

“Ok,” she breathed. I pulled her into my arms and felt her breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep.  

My eyes blink open when the sunrise begins to filter in, bathing my room is soft yellow light. Something tickles my arm and I turn to see Stella sleeping next to me.  I smile as I remember the feeling of her body beneath me, myself buried in her. We woke three times in the night, taking each other to the brink and back. She’s a rockstar, a goddess, a fiend.  

I wanted to keep her.  

She has a wave of hair in her face, so I gently tuck it back and kiss her shoulder.  I get up, dragged on a pair of boxers and go to the bathroom. I smiled as I pull a new toothbrush from the drawer, along with a washcloth for Stella.  As I am finishing brushing my teeth, I hear a cell go off.  Shit, I didn’t want to wake her.  I rush out and stop.  

Stella is sitting up in my bed, with my shirt on, frowning at her phone as she types. “Morning, Gorgeous.”  

She looks up at me and gives me a tight smile.  “Morning.”  

It's my turn to frown. “Stel, what’s wrong?” 

She sighs. “Bret is standing on Leia’s porch.”  

“What the fuck?” That fucker is the one guy I will always be pissed at.  The way he left Leia and then never came back when he was told she was pregnant is despicable. “Why is he there?” 

“Miranda says he wants to talk to her, and Leia is telling him to leave.” Her phone buzzes and she looks down.  “Oh shit, he’s going to wait by his car until she talks to him, and Leia is freaking out.” Stella looks at me. “Can you come with me to get rid of this asshole?” 

“Let me get dressed. You can keep the shirt, gorgeous.” I wink at her as I reach for a new shirt with a smirk.  

She looks down at the shirt. “What am I going to tell Leia and Miranda?” 

“Tell them that we were working on my hip at the gym.”  I look at the clock and its 10 AM.  

“That could work.  I’m just gonna wash my face.  

“I left a toothbrush for you on the counter.”  She passes me and I stop her. I kiss her forehead and tug her bottom lip from her teeth. “I’ll take care of him, okay?” 

“I don’t want anything to happen to Leia or the baby.”  I can see the worry in her eyes.  

“I promise nothing is going to happen, and I won’t make anything worse.” I watch her head into the bathroom, and I think about how I’m going to handle this.  He’s maybe five-ten. I’ll just talk and let my 6-2 frame do the intimating.  

And use this chance to start my apologies to Leia. 

NEXT

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War Widow

Note: This is a repost-as-is of a piece posted to Cohost on the 8th of July 2023 in response to a prompt by Making-up-Mech-Pilots that read: "Mech Pilot who has to tell the new pilot that they can't salvage and refit enemy weapons to their own mech."

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"Kid, no! Get back here!" Nessa barked as the new girl whooped and ran towards what remained of the Blue Herons' main hangar. Towards the gleaming, immaculate KTP-10 they could all see. Were all drooling over.

Somehow, she'd survived their artillery barrage. Hadn't been touched at all by the pounding rain of hellfire and damnation. Their shells had flattened the enemy stronghold, laid waste to their personnel, and blown a whole heap of ammunition, fuel and other mechs sky-high. The acrid cloud of roiling smoke rising over the ruins was thick enough to turn day into false night. Debris and charnel surrounded her. The stench of death was everywhere. And yet, there she stood. Beautiful. Unbothered. Regal. Pristine. Still loaded for bear. Gods above, she was magnificent.

"Why not, sarge? It's just sitting there. Nobody's going to mind! We killed 'em all!" greenie Sally whined as she turned to look at her NCO with such an are-you-shitting-me-right-now look on her face that Nessa had to laugh.

Oh, the kid still had a lot to learn.

Nessa made a beckoning motion, and Sally begrudgingly slouched back. The old wardog slung an arm around the young hotshot's shoulders and pointed at the hangar. "You see that?"

An askance look. Of course Sally saw it. She'd wanted to sprint there the second they arrived. Wanted to get her hands on its twin mobile TBM launch platforms. She could see the warheads from here!

"That there, young lady, is a war widow, and you will respect her."

"But it's right there for the taking! Just lemme get my hands on those cones!" Sally pouted, getting a pinched ear for her disrespect. "Hey! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Nessa placidly continued talking, as if she wasn't the one causing her charge immense discomfort. "She is waiting for her pilot, and we will leave her be. Thou shalt not covet another's ballistics. Doing otherwise would bring bad luck."

"But we killed everyone! The pilot's dead!" the new kid petulantly countered. "So who ca—ow! Ow! Ow! Okay! Sorry! Sorry! I surrender!"

She just wasn't getting through to the kid. Time to try a different tack. Something the girl might understand better. Nearer to her heart. "She's just like the commander's wife." Nessa tried.

Sally stopped struggling and froze, just staring at the grizzled older woman. "W… what?"

"She's a 10, the hottest thing for miles… but you know you can only look, never touch, right? And you can't look too long, because she's a classy lady, and that would be disrespectful, right? So you just say hello, and then let her get on with her day. Turn around and go do something else." Nessa was looking the girl straight in the eye now, making sure she was understood. "Same thing, really."

Sally squirmed, and gave her a nervous look. "Y… your comparison is weird, sarge."

Nessa sighed deeply and clapped Sally on the shoulder. "Oh, kid. There's so much Old Nessy has left to teach you. Like how not to drool on your shoes when you see something you want." She gave the girl's shoulder a squeeze when Sally started, caught like a naughty schoolgirl. "Now come on, mount up. Let's go make sure our war widow is an actual widow, and there's no little shitbirds around left to use those delicious assets on us."

[hacksawboy]

pin remake... whoops

hello my name is max (any neopronouns or he/him !). former saw 3 #1 hater, hoffpilled strahmcel, and leigh whannell's number one fan. autism has done its thing and i have a lot of thoughts on postal 3 now. i run this blog

im autistic n currently hyperfixated on half life! im not too active currently, but when i am heres what i repost: happy tree friends, POSTAL, the binding of isaac. my blog is extremely reblog heavy, please keep this in mind!

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general blog cws: gore, suggestive content (nothing outright nsfw however), the f slur (reclaimed), the n word (reclaimed). i do not like to censor myself in my own spaces, and will no longer be tagging slur usage for posts that i dont intend for many people to see. i do not tag gore, and all gore i repost is not real.

this blog is not safe for the school shooter fandom genuinely go fucking off yourself. i dont care if thats harsh youre disgusting (having a casual interest in tragic events and the psychology behind them is fine, glorifying and making fanart of murderers is not.)

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Cut & Run Series: Brick & Mortar Books

“You keep plucking lurkers off the street and dragging them to the back stoop, they’re going to change your call sign to Alley Cat,” Zane threatened. A bell rang downstairs, and Zane glanced at the door. “Untie this kid, I’ll be back.” His steps were heavy as he left his partner standing over Wade’s bed, arms crossed, lips pursed. Wade met his eyes carefully. Ty finally shook his head. “My call sign is stupid anyway, they can change it all they want.“

[jade-qilin]

lion’s lullaby | twisted wonderland (leona kingscholar x gn!reader)

notes: writing leoyuu fics is basically a coping mechanism at this point. LOL anyway have this silly little drabble i made because uni is making me sad and stressed but staring at Leona makes me feel better. also i realized that this is the second fic where leoyuu falls asleep together whoops lol

anyway i wrote this after 1am while deprived of sleep but regardless i hope you’ll enjoy it <3

details & content warnings: gn!reader + they/them pronouns, reader is depicted as an adult + as Yuu/the prefect, fluff with comfort, headcanon on Leona’s backstory (slightly), reader does their studies lol, can replace Yuu’s name with yours, no beta we overblot like men, sort of self-indulgent sorry, slight OOC for Leona but not really

ao3: xxx || no reposts; reblogs and follows appreciated

“Oi herbivore, come back to bed.”

Leona looks up from his bed with tired eyes, watching his lover pouring over their notes with a hunched back. A grimace adorns his handsome face as he hears them muttering to themselves, the latter being too immersed in their work to hear the beastman’s words. Leona pushes himself up from his bed, the plush mattress creaking slightly under his weight.

He saunters over towards Yuu, wrapping his long arms around their frame. Soft brown hairs tickle the prefect’s neck as Leona nuzzles his face under their jaw, peppering them with soft kisses. His tail flicks lazily behind him as he pulls them to his chest. Yuu jumps in their spot at the contact.

“Hey,” he nearly whispers, voice soft and deep. “It’s past midnight already. Come to bed.”

Yuu stares at the clock on Leona’s desk (it was a gift from Ruggie, with a very loud alarm), surprised to see how fast time had gone. The prefect originally came to Leona’s room to study in his company, preferring to have the lion’s soft snores in the background rather than the screeching voice of Grim and the spectral visits from Ramshackle’s ghostly residents. They had only meant to stay for a couple of hours before returning to their own dorm for curfew.

They sigh bitterly, looking at their essay with a disgusted sneer. Despite working on this particular assignment for hours now, Yuu found that they hadn’t made much progress at all. Everything about the work was overstimulating, making the prefect unable to focus.

Yuu leaned back in Leona’s desk chair, turning their head to meet their boyfriend’s temple. They bump their head against his and give him an apologetic smile before kissing him.

“‘M sorry, Leona. Didn’t mean to take this long. I’ll head back to Ramshackle now.”

But as Yuu lifts themselves up onto their feet, intending on packing up their materials, Leona’s strong arms keep them against his muscular frame. Forcefully, yet also gently enough, he drags the prefect towards his bed, pulling them both down as falls back onto the plush blankets. Yuu lays there stunned for a moment before trying to squirm out of Leona’s grasp.

“Leona, I need to go now. Curfew was a while ago and Grim’s probably worried I’m not back yet.”

“Hah? Who cares what he thinks?” Leona huffs, pulling Yuu impossibly closer to him as he rearranges his long limbs into a more comfortable position. “‘Sides, he’ll be fine. He knows you came to see me so he can rest easy.”

“I don’t have any pajamas here.”

“Can’t believe you don’t have any of your shit here, considering how often you visit. Anyway, you can just borrow one of my extra shirts.” Leona smirks, lips curving up against your skin. “You look better in my clothes anyway.”

Yuu punches against the beastman’s arms lightly, unable to hide the amused smile on their face. “Sounds tempting, but isn’t it against the rules for students to swap rooms without proper arrangements?”

“Oh, so now you care about those pathetic rules. Didn’t hear you complainin’ back when you made that deal with the Octopunk. What are you now, a second Rosehearts?”

“That was because I was otherwise homeless! Didn’t help that Crowley was completely useless then too.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say.” Leona rolls his eyes half-heartedly.

Truthfully, he wasn’t able to come up with a good retort since what Yuu said really was the truth. The only thing the housewarden knew was that he wanted his herbivore nearby; exam season had fallen upon the Night Raven College campus, and since the otherworldly prefect had to keep their grades up for both theirs and Grim’s sake, Leona and Yuu were hardly able to find the time to nap together like before. Leona respected his partner’s wishes to focus on studying, although it took quite some convincing (Yuu was coerced into surrendering a pillow and some other items so that their boyfriend could be constantly surrounded by their scent).

Still, nothing compared to taking naps in his bed together, or sharing a meal in the dining hall, or falling asleep to the sounds of each other’s voices late at night. Leona also knew the importance of rest, and that a human’s much more fragile body needed more time to recover than a beastman’s or a fae’s. That, on top of his own selfish desires, forced him to physically restrain you from leaving that night.

“You needa get that damn Grim to start working harder,” he yawns. “You can’t be working for two people like this.”

“I mean, it’s not usually that bad. More often than not, the homework here isn’t much harder than what I had to do at home.” Yuu hums before continuing. “It’s just… this particular assignment that’s getting to me.”

“You’re stressing out that much over one assignment? How bad can it be?”

“Crewel wants us to write an essay on some scientific compositions of rare elements found in Twisted Wonderland,” Yuu recalls with a sigh. “It shouldn’t be this hard, and I know I have a month until it’s due, but the element I was assigned is so rare that there’s almost no information on it! Like how am I supposed to meet the minimum length requirement if I barely have any content to begin with?

“And don’t even get me started on the fact that Crewel is very particular about how he wants students to compose their works. I can’t believe he has the time to be picky both about his fashion choices and school assignments.”

Leona snorts at the last comment. Ah yes, he muses. Crewel and his infamous nitpicky side. It’s a wonder I passed his class in my first year.

“‘M sure you’ll do fine,” the prince mumbles, feeling sleep overcome his body again. “You always push through your troubles; it’s one of the reasons why I asked you out.” One of the reasons why I became attracted to you.

When Yuu doesn’t respond, Leona gently pinches at their sides. The prefect gives an exaggerated sigh before throwing their hands up.

“Okay okay, I give in. Let me just get into some comfier clothes then.”

Score, Leona thinks to himself as he untangles his limbs from his lover’s. He watches Yuu with earnest eyes as they move towards his messy wardrobe. The prefect picks out a cotton t-shirt with motifs from Sunset Savanna and a pair of Leona’s grey sweatpants that he would wear on lazy weekends. Yuu then walked towards the joint bathroom, closing the door to change.

When they re-emerge, it takes everything in Leona to not jump at them immediately. His ears twitch with delight, a purr threatening to escape from his chest as he eyes his lover in his clothes.

They really need to do this more often.

Yuu looked quite comfortable in Leona’s clothing, the shirt fitting them nicely while the waistband of the sweatpants were stretchy enough that they could fit snugly around their waist, held up by the black drawstrings that hung in the front.

Yuu shoves their uniform into their bag along with their school supplies. They left it on the floor and peeled back the cozy blanket on Leona’s bed before crawling under it. The prince’s arms stretch out, beckoning Yuu into his embrace. After settling in together, limbs intertwined under the covers and bodies flush against each other, Leona gives Yuu a few chaste kisses before reaching out to turn off the lamp on his desk.

However, he doesn’t fall asleep immediately, and neither does Yuu, if their heartbeat quickening was any indication. Leona frowned, not happy that troublesome thoughts continued to cloud his lover’s mind so late at night.

“Yuu…” he whispered, opting to use his lover’s real name as opposed to the teasing labels he gave them.

“Sorry,” they whispered back, their grip on Leona’s shirt tightening. “I might need a few moments to calm down.”

Had it been anyone else, the prince would have left the conversation at that before rolling around and falling asleep, but because this trouble was afflicting the person he cared for the most, he felt compelled to comfort them as much as he could.

And so, Leona began to sing, though with how quiet he was being, it sounded more like a poem with a rhythm than a lullaby, but hearing his voice and knowing how he was trying to help Yuu filled their heart with warmth.

The song narrated the story of a lion’s pride, featuring a young cub and its mother and father. In calculated stanzas it told the little lion to come home for the night, where the father would protect the pride, and where the mother would be there for the cub to cuddle up to. It emphasized the values of family, of community, and of protecting one’s loved ones.

The lullaby made Yuu’s heart flutter, and they smiled inwardly as they came to the conclusion that Leona suited both the parent lions from the song; with his strong arms to protect the prefect from harm, but also to soothe them from their troubles. When Leona finished, Yuu could feel the tension leaving their body.

“Is that a lullaby from Sunset Savanna?” they ask quietly. Leona hums against their forehead in affirmation.

“My mother used to sing it to me and Falena. She really valued family, and hoped the song would teach us how to care for our own in the future.” He then snorted. “Didn’t think I’d ever see the day where I’d use it.”

Yuu looks up from where they lay, their eyes tracing Leona’s resting figure under the moonlight that filtered through the large windows of his room. At first, they didn’t know how to respond; even after they started dating, Leona remained quite private about his family life, so the prefect understood that this was quite a vulnerable moment for the lion.

Yuu eventually decides to leave a long, soft kiss on Leona’s forehead before tucking their face back under his chin.

“Thanks,” they finally whisper. “I feel much better already. Goodnight Leona.”

The housewarden remained awake for a few more moments, this time confirming that Yuu had finally succumbed to their drowsiness. A ghost of a smile tug on his lips as he kisses the top of their head. He closes his eyes, tail curling around his partner’s leg gently before falling asleep himself.

Night, my love.

END

[bucky-barmes]

☾✧✧✧ Is that my shirt? ✧✧✧☽

nondescript reader x Bruce Banner

In which you stay the night at the Avengers Tower unbeknownst to Bruce and he wonders how you got his shirt.

[ a/n: okay well i lost the prompt list this was from so that's fun ]

[ word count: 958 words (this was supposed to be a fun kinda short thing whoops)

includes: shy boi Bruce, Tony actually being a decent human being, slightly fluffy, unspoken feels????? -18 friendly

[ all works are my own, do not repost, translate or any other sort of thing, no consent is given ]

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"Shit, is that the time?" You gawked at your watch showing almost 1am. "Bruce, I'm sorry, I gotta go." You grabbed your coat as you walked to the door of his lab. "Gotta take the subway and all." All you could do was offer him a sheepish smile. You hated leaving work unfinished, but at this rate you were nowhere near finishing up the study.

Bruce fiddled with his glasses, looking like he wanted to say something, but his brows furrowed.

"No, that's alright Y/N, it's pretty late." He slid his glasses back on. "Uh- make sure you get home safe. Text me when you're home." Ever the gentleman, but something told you that's not all he wanted to say.

"Always do." Your head tilted at him as you shrugged your coat on. "See you later today, I guess." A smirk traced your lips but was replaced with a grimace at the thought of having to be up at 7am.

As you made your way to the elevator you see Tony making his way out of the kitchen.

"Night, Tony, see you tomorrow." You gave him a short wave, not intending to stop for a chat.

"Woah, woah, woah, where are you going?" Tony almost demanded, hands up to stop you from stepping further.

"Home. Believe it or not I actually have my own one of those, I just choose to live my life here."

"At this time of night? You've got to be joking. Didn't Bruce tell you you can crash here?" Your eyebrow quirked at that. Was that why he was so nervous when you left?

"No, he failed to mention that." Your eyes narrowed in thought. "But if the offer still stands, I'd love to take you up on it. The subway at this time is not fun." Another grimace, this time at the thought of riding the subway by yourself at 1am.

"Always." Tony had already started leading you down the hall as he spoke, pointing to a door close to Bruce's lab. "That's one of the spare rooms, head in and I'll grab you some stuff."

You weren't quite sure what stuff was, but you didn't have to wait long for Tony's return. You had barely walked into the room and taken your coat off when he came in with a handful of fabric.

"Some towels and robe in case you want to shower, and a change of clothes- well, a fresh shirt. I doubt you'd fir any of our pants and Nat isn't here to ask." Tony shrugged, handing you the surprisingly neatly folded pile. Definitely not his work.

"You're the best, Tony." You take the pile appreciatively, glancing at your watch as you do. "I'll see ya' in the morning."

The rest of the night goes quickly, too quickly. A groan escapes your lips as you alarm starts blaring, slapping your hand onto your phone screen in an attempt to hit the snooze button. Then, the thought of an Avengers grade shower sprung to mind. It had to beat your shitty trickle of a shower back at your apartment.

Safe to say that was the best shower you had ever had. Nothing beat actual water pressure, but the waterfall shower head was a nice added bonus.

Stepping back into the room from the ensuite, you had the robe wrapped tightly around you. As comfortable as it was, you didn't think it was exactly appropriate to wear into the kitchen for breakfast. You were technically in your workplace after all.

Your eyes ran over the crumpled pile of your clothes from the day before, nose crinkling at the thought. Definitely not something you wanted to put back on. Then your eyes wandered over to the extra t-shirt Tony brought in for you. Well, it wasn't like you had any other options.

"I mean, it could definitely be worse." You murmured to yourself, looking over the outfit in the mirror. It was oversized, but not quite enough to be a t-shirt dress. You fished around in your bag, remembering the pair of comfy shorts you keep in your bag in case of emergencies, a triumphant "ah-ha" falling from your lips as your grabbed them out.

With the shorts now pulled on, you padded down the hall to the kitchen. Today was just going to have to be a casual Friday, on a Wednesday.

In the kitchen you were met with a chorus of questioning "good morning?" from the team, including Bruce. Clearly Tony had forgot to mention to any of them that you had stayed the night.

"You're here early, Y/N." Steve observed, taking a sip of his coffee as he eyed your choice of attire.

"Oh, I- uh, actually stayed the night." You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly as you explained. "It was almost 1am by the time Bruce and I finished up, so Tony offered for me to say." A smile made its way to your lips as Bruce placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of you.

"Is that my shirt?" Bruce stared down at your outfit, head tilted in confusion. "I mean- sorry- it's just, that looks like one of my-" "Just keep digging, big boy." Tony slapped him on the back as he walked past towards the sink. "Yes, it is yours. I thought it was only fair as you didn't offer for poor Y/N to stay the night."

Your eyes widen and Bruce smiled timidly. "Sorry, Y/N, I wanted to, just couldn't get the words out."

"It's alright, you wouldn't have got to see me in your shirt if you did." You offer him a cheeky wink. "Besides, I think I look quite good in it." "Better than me."

[shyinadarkplace]

So You Like Big - Part Three

Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader

Warnings: There is definite size kink, future office sex?, Clark Kent (yes he is a warning), language, I can't think of any thing else. There are some dom/sub themes but nothing to crazy. I guess I should also include that Lois Lane is a pretty shite person in this whole series.

Authors Note: THIS IS MY VERY FIRST REQUEST EVER! This whole thing comes from this lovely anon ask -"Hi Sweetie ! Can I request something fluffy/smutty with Clark Kent? He notices the reader has a size kink so he plays with her?" This is where all the good stuff happens. It is a bit of a slow burn based of an established friendship. It does get a little heavy at times but I promise there is a bunch more light hearted and steamy things coming. Thank you for reading.

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Please do not copy rewrite, translate or repost my works. No permission is given to use my work in any capacity even with credit. I do not own Clark Kent , Henry Cavill or any of his characters.

Tuesday

Clark hadn’t really slept and it was already 4 am. He rolled over and grabbed his phone. He smiled at the last text he had gotten from you. It was simple, but damn it was adorable.

Hey. Thanks for the coffee. I swear it was the best I

Have ever had. And, uh, thank you for the note.

The sweetheart almost took me by surprise.

Not in a bad way! Maybe cuz it was at work?

Anyway. Thank you Clark.

How the hell was it possible for her to be so damn adorable?

4:00 am

Moring Beautiful.

I hope you slept well. Anyway, sorry if the sweetheart on the note

made you uncomfortable. Say the word and I won’t say it at work.

Or at all if you don’t want me to.

By the way would you like to meet me for breakfast?

He almost worried about sending the text until not even a moment later a reply came in.

4:01 am

😳 Nothing about this is beautiful.

(image)

The note didn’t make me uncomfortable. I didn’t mind the sweetheart.

God yes. Meet you in 15 min at Glorias ?

It took everything in Clarks body not to give a victory whoop. Also god damn you were gorgeous. His cock stirred at the sight of mussed hair, sleepy eyes and disheveled blankets. What he wouldn’t give to be the reason that you looked sexed up. He pushed that thought aside. And sent a reply.

4:01 am

I think EVERYTHING about that picture is beautiful.

Well then sweetheart. I’ll see you in 15. 😉

OH MY GOD ! WHY DID I SAY YES ?! GOTTA HURRY! There was nothing but sheer panic as I rushed to pick clothes, took a shower in less than five minutes, dressed and applied eyeliner and all but sprinted out of the house. On the quick walk I text Tiff and tell her everything. I try to take a few calming breaths as she texts me some stuff about playing it cool. That was going good until… Smack. A deep chuckle accompanied by a strong arm around my waist. I look up mortified, only to see Clarks bemused blue eyes and the damn cutest grin. Holy shit is that his arm around my waist? God his arms are so big. Has his chest always been this broad? Oh god he smells so good. I could very much die happy right now. His rich soft baritone smooths over me. “Good morning Sweetheart. I do love when we run into each other like this.” I think my brain stopped working until he gives me a light squeeze and says “Come on let's go in. I don’t know about you but I need caffeine.” Finally my brain seems to kick start. “Oh shit . I am so sorry. Uh yeah yeah lets do that.” I can feel my face getting warmer the longer I speak. Clark chuckles again and slowly lets me go then turns to open the door for me. Once again my brain stalls. It's not unusual for Clark to hold the door, it's just, dear god he looks so good, and he called me sweetheart and why the fuck does he smell so good. How the hell does that suit jacket not rip at every seam with how big he is. And we are going to breakfast . Fuck. I am so fucked.

After we sit down I manage to calm down a bit and we ease into our natural banter. Though it definitely feels more flirty. In the back of my mind the anxiety is killing me . I have wanted something more with Clark for so damn long, but there is so much about me that he can’t possibly like, and I think I would die if I lost him as a friend.

“(y/n/n),” Clark says softly, pulling me from my spiral towards hell. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” He looks like he already knows as he shoves practically a whole pancake in his mouth. Hell he probably does, he has hung out with me and Tiff outside of work enough to know pretty much everything about me. I take a deep breath, now or never right? “Uh, Clark. What is this?”

The waitress comes over with our food and more coffee, but it seems to take forever for her to leave. Why is she lingering? That’s when I catch her looking at Clark. Oh. It makes me wanna curl in on myself and also snarl at the wispy flirt. But Clark doesn’t spare her a glance.

“What do you mean? This is us having breakfast. Just like we have a thousand times before.” He says with a smile. “Or do you mean what is this as in me calling you sweetheart?”

At first I just wanted to nod like an idiot, but I refused to just avoid the whole thing. “Yes. And the casual touches and brief hugs being more intimate and longer, being more flirty and that kind of thing.” I look down at my food and push it around the plate waiting for him to say more, say something.

Clark looks at (y/n) and inside he feels rage build. He wanted to find every man who ever broke your heart. Wanted to break the last one you dated for breaking you down so damn much that you couldn’t believe that he wanted you. That he loves you. Clark reaches over and lifts your chin. You allow him to lift your head but you avoid his eyes. Hating the way you avoid looking at him, he takes a hint from the books you love so much. In a soft but firm voice he says “Look at me, pretty girl.” Your eyes snap to his and he rewards you by rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip and a very soft “Good girl.” His lips twitch ever so slightly at the tiny shiver you try not to let show. Keeping his voice firm and soft he continues, “When I first started at the Planet, you were the only one that didn’t just treat me like some country hick. If I am totally honest I wanted to ask you out the first time I saw you. I didn’t because well….” Clark debated telling her about the talk he had with Tiff.

“Why didn’t you?” your voice was soft and he could hear the uncertainty in it. After a deep breath he decides to tell you. “ Because apparently I was very obvious in my ogling, Tiff pulled me aside just as I was about to try and ask you. She told me that it wasn’t her place to tell your story, but I should know you were going through a lot personally. Said that may be right now a relationship might not be good for you, that what you needed most was proof. I asked her what you needed proof of, she just said that a man can be kind, steady, sincere, honest, gentle, and safe. I didn’t know what she meant at the time, but I am glad I took her advice.” Clark thought his heart would shatter when you sniffed. Gently he wiped away a few silent tears and whispered “I’m sorry Sweetheart.” It almost shocked him when you laughed softly.

“No no no babe. It's not you. I am just very grateful to Tiff. She was right. Friggin bitch is almost always right. Knows me too well. I was in a really bad place at the time. It has taken a lot to get where I am now. Wait so has this whole time just been you trying to get with me? Is this even who you are?” Yeah his heart did shatter at that. He was gonna find whoever hurt you . His voice was hard when he said “No,” softening his tone he continued “No. Nothing I have ever said or done has been fabricated as some elaborate ruse to get in your pants.” He rolled his eyes at the guarded disbelief on your face. “(y/n/n) first of all not to sound crass, but if all I really wanted was to get between those delicious thighs and fuck you senseless, I would have taken a couple of chances after a night out where you had been grinding your ass against my cock. Especially when I walked you home , walking being a relative term for you, after getting you inside you couldn’t get your dress off. ” He smirked at the flush on your face.

“Oh god no.” You kinda remembered that night. Fucking hell. Wait a minute did I call him a babe. Shit .

“Oh god yes, sweetheart. I helped you out of that sexy little black dress. After you had rubbed yourself all over me like a cat, you decided to take a shower. I couldn’t leave you alone because you could hardly stand straight. Ended up helping you in and out of the shower. And let me tell you, you did your damnedest to get me in there with you.After you were clean I wrapped you in a towel and carried you to your bedroom. Where you pushed me on your bed and straddled me. Let me tell you something else, pretty girl. I have never in all my life been so hard as when you were rocking your hips against me and asking me to make you cum. Luckily your drunk-addled brain realized you were freezing so you let me get you dressed and I only just managed to get the knots out of your hair before you passed out.” He almost felt bad with the way you covered your face until you gave a groaning chuckle. “I vaguely remember that. Oh my god I am so sorry. I practically assaulted you.” You both laughed. “ No worries, I wasn't complaining, I was glad to be able to take care of you. I liked making sure that you got home and stayed safe. Secondly, you have literally met my mother. Do you really think that if I was trying to pull one over on you it wouldn’t have come out then?”

Okay well he did have a point there. It just seemed impossible. “oh by the way what do you want to do for your birthday?” My jaw drops. Did Clark “Big” Kent just ask me what I wanted to do for my birthday. “Ya know pretty girl , usually when someone asks something like that there is very little thought.” He says teasingly. Well shit.

“oh. Sorry. Uhm I haven’t really thought about it. Wait you remember my birthday?” He nods “Of course I remember. I have loved you for a long time, but I have also been your friend for just as long.” I had no words. HE JUST SAID HE LOVES ME WHAT THE FUCK. I can hardly pay attention when he continues.

“ What I am trying to say is that, every compliment I have ever given you has been genuine. Every flirty comment was meant as a flirt. Every time we have hung out I have wanted nothing more in that moment. Every time I have seen you cry I have wanted to wipe those tears and hold you, and more than a few times I have, and everytime I felt honored that you trusted me. I want to date you.” I feel my brain short circuits. Yeah I must be having a stroke or the coma theory is still good. Clark Kent wants to date me. Does that mean I might be able to kiss him one day? Lois is going to be furious. Tiffany is gonna freak out with happiness. Clark doesn’t push. He just smiles at me.

“Damn it’s almost time for work.” He stands and offers me his hand which I take. As we walk toward the office it’s as though the world is both off kilter and perfectly balanced. Before we go in the front door Clark pulls me down the ally. There is a look I haven’t seen in his eyes before. Something deep and primal. “C-Clark, what’s going on?” He spins and suddenly I’m pressed against the wall. His big body caging me . My heart is racing, I try to control my breathing but I know it’s shaky. Just like my legs. He leans in. His lips against my ear. “Do you have any idea how long I have wanted you just like this?” His knee spreads my legs and his thigh flexes against my dripping core. I am almost embarrassed by the whimper that escapes me. He nips at my neck harshly, I gasp while he growls a warning. “ I expect an answer pretty girl.”

Oh fuck. “No No I don’t know how long you have wanted me like this.” If I died right now I would be the happiest person on earth I swear to god. He pulls back and looks in my eyes. The knot in my belly threatens to snap just from the way he is looking at me. Gone is the sweet, goofy farmboy and in his place is a true alpha. He is Big and I have never felt more safe than I do at this moment. I also realize that I have the front of his shirt clutched in my hands. Time to be brave.

Being a super strong alien on such a breakable planet, with such breakable people sometimes is a struggle. Holding myself back right now almost makes me shake. Every soft curve of her body pressed against me, the way she is clutching at my shirt, how god damn hot and wet she is, and the fact that I can feel that through our clothes. I notice the moment she gets that look in her eyes. Brave. She is gonna make a move. I can’t help but want to crow in victory like yes baby tell me what you want.

“Clark,” my cock twitches at the breathy way she says my name “Kiss me. Please.”

Who am I to deny this woman anything? I gently cup her jaw in my hand. I can’t help but stroke my thumb across her lips before I press mine to hers. We both gasp. I was trying to be slow and teasing, but that goes out the window as electricity shoots through me. Her taste explodes on my lips, fireworks burst behind my eyes. And there is only her. Only her lips opening inviting me in. Her tongue dancing with mine. Only the way that her hair feels between my fingers. Only the way she feels grinding her cunt against my thigh instinctively. I grip her hair at the base of her skull and pull her head back deepening the kiss. At first she tenses and fights for dominance, I can’t control the low growl that rumbles my chest. She moans loudly and then there is a shift. Everything in her relaxes. Oh fuck. I devour her mouth, claiming it as mine. Everything in me screams that she is mine. Screams and beats at me to take her now, mark her in some way so everyone knows she is mine. I need her closer. I grip her ass and love her little mewl. I slow the kiss pulling back nipping at her lip. “Oh fuck me.” she whispers. I can’t help but smirk. “No pretty girl. Not yet. Not here,” I kiss her again and she grinds hard against my thigh whimpering and breathing hard. “Tell me what you need. Use your words and I’ll give it to you baby.” I flex my thigh against her throbbing core and I feel her nails against my skin through my shirt. Little Minx. When she looks up at me with lips slightly parted and swollen from our kiss, face flushed , and hair mussed I almost lose it. Almost take her right here. “I need to cum.” it comes out a whisper. Well that won’t do. I grip her hair again. “Tell me what you need.” She seems to understand. “I need to cum Clark,” She grinds a little more seeking relief her eyes lock with mine and fuck her needy look does me in, “Clark make me cum. Need it.” Oh I am gonna make her cum alright. “You need it baby? Don’t worry I’ll help you sweetheart.”

When the absolute fuck did I get so bold. Maybe when Clark fucking Kent pinned me against a wall and told me he wanted me. There is a fire in Clark that I want to see more of, that I need to get lost in. Part of me can’t believe that this is even happening,but fuck if it doesn’t feel good. “Clark. Please.” I should feel embarrassed practically begging to cum in an alley, but I’m not. I shiver as I feel the rumble in his chest. “Do you want me to touch you? Hm? Do you need my big hands to make you cum,baby?” The combination of his voice dark, sweet and dominant and his hands caressing and squeezing my breasts, hips and thighs, nearly sends me over the edge. “Yes. Yes I need… need you to touch me.” The words barely leave my mouth before he is kissing me again. He is consuming me and its all I can do to respond. My fists clench the front of his shirt as he unbuttons my pants and slides his hand down to cup my pussy. “Oh fuck. Is all this for me baby?” I manage an uh-huh. “Lift your leg up pretty girl.” There is no thought I just do it, because all I can focus on is the feeling of Clark's big rough hand cupping my pussy and the promise of his fingers inside me. He slides one finger then two through my slick and with no preamble he sinks them deep inside me. His fingers are so big the stretch is incredible. “Oh my god Clark. Yes.” As he pumps his fingers inside me and the palm of his hand rubs my clit I let my forehead fall forward onto his chest. Both hands are now clutching at his chest. I need to feel his skin. I rip his shirt open more and without thinking drag my nails down his chest leaving angry looking claw marks. He groans and smirks down at me. “Fuck sweetheart. That’s it.” The coil in my belly is so close to snapping. “Clark fuck fuck fuck I’m so close. So close.” He buries his face in my neck and leaves kisses. I can feel myself fluttering around him. The sound of his fingers diving inside me along with my whimpers and his groans are driving me closer to the edge. “Don’t you dare cum yet baby.” I let out a frustrated whimper and move my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. I gasp at the sting of a rough smack to my ass. “Only warning you get sweetheart. No attitude,” he slows the movement of his hand and I almost whine but hold back afraid he will stop. “Now that’s a good girl. My good fucking girl. Right?” I can barely breathe when I say “Yes. yes your good girl.” Some logical part of my brain is screaming what the fuck are you saying but it shuts up when he gives me what I can only describe as a growl of approval and his hand movement speeds back up. The pressure to my clit returns. “I’m going to count you down, then you are going to give it to me.” I nod as he does a come hither movement and a gasping moan claws its way from my throat. “Five…” Oh god I don’t think I can hold it. “Four…” I’m going to black out. “Three…you are doing so good.” deep breaths my legs are going to give out. “Two…” fuck this is taking forever. “One…come for me.” I have never cum so hard in my life. The knot snaps and orgasm hits me like a mac truck. Luckily Clark covers my mouth with his and the scream of pleasure is muffled by his kiss. It is also a good thing that Clark is holding me up or I totally would have fallen because my legs are shaking so bad.

“I don’t want to let you go right now.” I tell her as I gently stroke her, bringing her down from her high. “Then don’t.” She whispers her lips against my chest. I can’t help but grip her ass a little tighter even as I slide my fingers from her cunt. Her groan and then gasp as I brush against her still throbbing clit, is music to my ears. When my hand clears her underwear I groan at the sight. My fingers are coated in creamy goodness, just as she looks into my eyes I pop them in my mouth, licking and sucking them clean. The little whispered oh fuck makes me smirk. “What sweetheart?” The flush on her face deepens and her heart rate pick up again. “That was hot as fuck. No one has ever done that after doing what you did.”

“So someone else has made you cream and cum that hard?”

“No no . I mean they have fingered me, but nothing like that. That was…incredible.”

I dip my head capturing her lips in a deep demanding kiss before she starts rambling adorably again. I have so much to show her. Slowly I let her leg down and pull away from the kiss. The little whimper she gives me almost makes me take her back in my arms. “Don’t worry baby. You will be getting plenty more kisses, finger fucks, licks, and orgasms. But if I don’t stop kissing you then I will end up taking you home and fucking you for the rest of the day, well I should say I would be doing whatever you wanted me to to that soft curvy yummy body of yours.” I love how her cheeks turn red at my words as if I hadn’t just been knuckle deep inside her. “Yeah. you’re right, let's get inside.” I help her adjust her clothes and smooth out her hair and her blush deepens. “You don’t have to do that, you know?” I just grin. “I know I don’t sweetheart, but I want to. Let me please?” After a moments hesitation she nods and I finish getting her all tidy. “There, all done.” Our eyes meet and we both grin then laugh. Easy laughter. “Oh no ! Clark your shirt! I am so sorry. Lord and your chest !” Looking down at my chest I start in surprise. How the fuck ? There are actual claw marks on my chest. Well it seems I have a mystery on hand.

“It's just a few buttons. I like that you marked me.”

“You like that I scratched you?”

“Listen darlin’, I don’t know what kind of men you have been with, but real men and more specifically myself, like when our women mark us. That means I made you lose it for a moment. Understand?”

“Uhm. Yes.”

“Good girl. Now let's get inside.”

I hold out my arm and she takes it, smiling shyly. Walking in like this wasn’t unusual for us but today feels different. We make our usual small talk and easy banter. It soothes my soul knowing that we are still what we have always been. We step out onto our floor laughing and we are quickly joined by Tiff.

“Hey Tiff !” (y/n/n) says excitedly, and I grin when Tiff's eyes widen slightly and cocks her eyebrow. She is quick as a whip that one.

“First of all congrats on whatever has happened between you two. Secondly, (y/n/n) don’t freak out but Lois is in a fucking mood and has been hovering around your desk.”

I can feel you tense, then you take a deep breath and straighten your shoulders. Apparently Lois has a death wish. She decides to stroll up.

“Brace yourself lass.” Tiff whispers as the queen bitch strides up. I can’t help but smirk. I am kinda feeling myself right now and my limit for bullshit is quite low when it comes to Lois.

“Okay, come on, I have put up with this long enough. (Y/N) Get your hands off of Clark. He is mine. Everyone knows that. You have work to do so I suggest you get to it.”

So this bitch is on drugs. I put an arm in front of Tiff to keep her from snatching Lois by that weird half ponytail. The room is fairly quiet. Tiff eyes me carefully guaging just how fucking done I am with the situation in case she needs to reel me in. Good to know she has my back.

Clark’s voice holds a dangerous warning to it when he speaks. “Lois. You don’t want to do this.” It makes me wanna grin that he is willing to stand up for me.

“No no, she does Clark. It’s okay. So lets do it. The FUCK is your issue now Lois ? Hm?”

I cross my arms over my chest. Waiting.

“My problem is your worthless ass hanging all over what is mine. It’s gone on long enough. You know you wouldn’t be good for him given all your history. I see those marks on him. You know Clark, she has a lot of strange fetishes.” She gives me a sinister smile. Son of fucking hells, she has been gathering shit on me. I can feel rage building inside me. I take a deep breath.

“I know I am not the best but I am far from worthless. Clark does not BELONG to anyone. He is a person not a FUCKING object or prize to be won. He also has full autonomy over his body so he can choose who he does and doesn’t interact with. If your last comment refers to my ex, who I know you slept with to get all the inside dirt about what he did to me, let me tell you that if you dare try to bring it to light again. I will bury you and your entire career under a mountain of rubble.” Lois turns red in the face and honestly looks pissed, which is kind of funny given the whole situation. But whatever.

“Who do you think you are?! I know people and have connections you could only dream of. You can’t touch me.” She says it so confidently I almost laugh at the slight fear in her eyes. She thinks she is gods gift to earth, that somehow she is untouchable. I just smirk and lean in to whisper so only she can hear me.

“So who did you have to call to get you out of that rough spot overseas? How did you get in that spot Lois? How many laws did you break just to get four minutes with a war criminal? Where did that four minutes get you? Whatever happened to that informant you had three years ago? Salvi wasn’t ? He was a real sweet guy. Oh and how is your side hustle of selling stories to other news sources going? Isn’t that against your contract? I hope no one else discovers your pen name Sylvie.”

With each and every word Lois loses a little more color in her face, becoming a little more rigid. I lean back and decide to nail home the point.

“Just because I am not a reporter or investigator doesn’t mean I don’t know things, Lois. It also doesn’t make me less of an asset, it also doesn’t elevate you anywhere. Being well known is only useful if you are also well liked. Now unless you want this to get real ugly real quick go back to your fucking desk and pipe down.”

I let her go and to be honest I enjoy the shock on her face. I turn and walk into the break room followed closely by Tiff and Clark. Adrenaline is making my hands shake and then my whole body. Fuck.

Clark wraps me up in his arms telling me he’s got me and I feel safe.

“(y/n/n) That was so badass. From what I heard Lois is on the verge of being fired for other shit she has been doing, but girl that was brave as fuck.” Tiff is grinning at me like I just won heavy weight champ at hell in a cell and it makes me grin too.

“I am so proud of you sweetheart.” Clark says softly and then he is kissing me. Slow and sweet. I hear Tiff giggle and do a happy dance. When he finally pulls away I smile up at him. “Thanks Big.” Not gonna lie I love the little blush that comes to his face as I walk back to my desk. It's barely 7:30 am and honestly I feel like the shit.

[milliumizoomi]

THAT’S YOUR CHILD, NOT MINE.

Pairings: Midoriya x Black Fem! Reader, Bakugou x Black Fem! Reader, Kaminari x Black Fem! Reader

Warnings: Crack, Slight Cursing, VV scared fathers.

A/n: I just thought about this a few days ago and thought it would be so funny so why not💀.

Manz came home so tired

Today was a tough day for him

He just wanted to shower, eat then sleep and cuddle up into you

And that was the plan

Until he walked thru the front door,,,

And heard screaming🚶🏽‍♀️

He stood there like “..wtf😀”

“Babe..!” He called out while taking his shoes off at the door

He heard another shriek and then yelling

He was literally so confused

He walked further into the house and literally when he was ‘bout to round the corner guess what he see??

He sees your kids high key beelining outta the bathroom

all 3 of them, both sons and daughter,,

the oldest being 6 which was your oldest son, then your other son was 4 and then your daughter was 1

they were all just running (and crawling) around the house naked for no god damn reason

And when he walked in the bathroom chileeeee

he found you slumped over the tub looking tired asf

“Izuku Midoriya..” you rasped out

He froze up so quick

“Y—yes my love..!” He answered

You got up and threw the towel

“Go get ya kids before I whoop they ass"

He sighed and dropped his head

“KIDS! YOUR MOTHER SAYS TO BATHE OR ELSE!” He yelled

Now the kids was jus playing but when they heard that..

Chile they couldn’t have moved quicker

Your 6 year old son picked up your daughter and practically skipped his ass to the bathroom with his brother right behind him

Now idk what he thought was gon happen

Cuz him and everybody else know y’all’s kids are demon spawns

With his 6 year old daughter and son mmcht.

And he thought it wouldn’t be a problem to just leave you alone wit them

Without saying a god damn thang

Like fr you turned around to ask this man for sumn and he was gone

You was ready to beat his ass

And at this point ya kids too

Cuz they was running around with they nappy head and crust still in they eyes

And you was sitting here trying to catch they bad asses

It ain’t help either that they was using they quirks to run from you

“Lord Jesus don’t make me commit murder in this house” you said to yourself.

You decided you was gon call their father cuz you wasn’t gon put up wit this

When he answered,, nigga ain’t get one word in before shit started happening again

“Katsuki get yo ass home and take care of your kids before I buss they lil hard ass heads open”

He then heard the screams of the twins in the background playing and laughing

“Damn it fine I’m coming” he said gruffly

He moved so fast cuz he knows you don’t have patience when the kids act like this

Maneee he came home with the speed and swooped them kids up so fast

“You know your mother is crazy why the hell are you two provoking her?!” He said

“We didn’t wanna go to mommy!” Your daughter said

“Nigga bathe them yourselves ‘cause they testin’ my patience” you said as you walked away to the kitchen

Bakugou just shook his head and laughed at you

“You see what you two little bad asses did? You better go tell her your sorry after I’m done” he said gruffly

They jus made up they faces like he be doing as Bakugou took them to the bedroom.

MANEE KAMINARI AINT NO HELP SOMETIMES

Hell he’d be screaming for his own life when you get mad

So basically them kids on they own

Chile you was trying to feed your 4 month and 3 year old sons

And they don’t got a speck of seriousness in them for nothing

Even if they little mannn with Kami personality in them they for sure don’t take shit seriously at all

So that’s how your kitchen table and the wall next you is full of baby food, mashed potatoes and chicken gravy

You was so mad

“DENKI KAMINARI!!” You screamed in frustration.

My man came galloping down hall at the sound of his full name

“BABE?! WHAT’S WRONG?! AM I IN TROUBLE?” he screeched while turning the corner, going into the kitchen

“No but your sons boutta make me rip my hair out..” you told him, leaning back in your chair

“My sons?” He questioned, walking into the room

“Yes your sons. They acting like you right now so no these ain’t my kids,, they yours” you say looking up at him

You turn to see both of them bobbing their little heads of blonde hair and giggling

“Babe please feed them.. cuz if they slap these spoons outta my hand one more time—“

“Ok ok calm down I’ll feed them! Go wash off” he cuts you off and says before you can say anything else

You nod and get up and kiss him then walk away

Kaminari turns and looks at the boys

“You like making life difficult for mommy don’t you?” He says while laughing

The boys giggled

He laughed with them then sat down at the table

“Don’t worry I do too!” He laughed

“I HEARD THAT!” you called out

“SORRY MAAM!” Denki cried, not wanting to get in trouble with you

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[imaginesntingz]

Haikyuu Headcannons: When they’re obsessed with your 🍑 (Oikawa Tooru, Ukai Keishin, Kozume Kenma)

Warnings: Swearing, not super explicit/nsfw, but suggestive content so I’ll put it below the cut just in case

A/N: What’s good everyone? Here’s something that I’ve stayed up way too late working on. It’s 5 in the morning and I’ve forgotten my own name. Let me know if y’all want a continuation with other characters. They all ended up being setters in this one so I just went with it I guess. All characters are aged up and 18+. I hope you enjoy! Please don’t copy any of my writings. My content is originally written and I put a lot of time and effort into each piece. Ask me before reposting.

Oikawa Tooru:

Of course he’s respectful when you’re in public, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t noticed the way that new skirt he bought you last week accentuates your ass in justtt the right way.

You’ve caught him staring a few times and he always plays innocent like the sly little shit that he is.

You called him out once, but you know your mans is dramatic

“You wound me, (y/n) chan! What kind of a man do you take me for? I’m a gentleman! Honestly it’s not all that impressive anyways”

“Sounds like someone’s projecting”

“(Y/N), YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!”

“You blatantly asked for the smoke, so I kindly obliged~”

“I was just kidding, baby! Why’d you have to come for me like that? 😭😭😭😭”

You had one brattykawa on your hands after that one. Dats tough

Anywhooo

Once you two are alone OOF. This. Bitch. Is. SHAMELESS.

He can’t keep his hands off of you. Doesn’t matter the size or shape

Your ass = Tooru magnet

He could pick you out in a crowd of people based on that booty alone

You’ll be cuddling on the couch, you're on top with your head on his chest just watching a movie and enjoying each other’s presence. Then BAM he’s got both cheeks in each hand, squeezing and kneading firmly

“Neee, (y/n) chan~ You’re so soft, baby girl~ How is that even allowed? Damn you’re so gorgeous, princess”

You: Head Empty

You're bent over the kitchen island scrolling through your phone? This mans is playing patty cake on your buns. Those setter hands are dangerously powerful. Of course he knows how to restrain himself as to not hurt you but whew some of those spanks leave you deliciously breathless and your little gasps are like music to his ears… which usually leads to other tingzzzzz and Tooru teasing you for walking funny the next day

Could his ego get any bigger? I don’t know if we’d survive it

Wearing his favorite pair of leggings or those cute pajama shorts? It’s on sight. You’re trapped beneath this painfully beautiful brat of a man and you wouldn’t have it any other way

And lawwdd if you know how to twerk. He might just faint on the spot

RIP Oikawa it was for a good cause

Ukai Keishin:

Oh boy

Keishin gives me serious ass man vibes. Idk what it is

He worships you in every way possible, but that ass holds a special place in this cranky man’s heart

After a long day of working with crops, managing the store and volleyball practice, this man is tired and grumpy. Hinata somehow managed to almost meet his eternal rest when he was nearly hit by a TRUCK and a CAR and a BIKE and a STATIONARY POLE trying to outdo Kageyama while racing in the neighborhood. He swears those kids have taken at least ten years off his life span.

This man is v stressed

So when he comes home to find you reading in bed on your stomach in nothing but his t-shirt and those sexy panties that show off that beautiful bum… Honestly he could’ve cried he was so geeked.

He teared up a bit ngl (He’d never admit it tho)

This guy swan dived into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your glorious cakes

“Bad day, hon?”

“Mmmphh”

He took a fat nap right then and there

He was so bitchy and whiny when you woke him up to change sleeping positions (as long as you let him slip a hand on a cheek when you got comfortable, he’s a happy camper)

He just loves feeling the warmth and weight of it in his hands, it’s comforting to him and feels super grounding idk

But boy oh boy does this man love to give it a good smack or two or ten

Watch out bb 😈

He’ll spank you anywhere anytime, but he’s real sneaky about it in public….until he’s not LOL. It just depends on the environment and who is around

Like Oikawa, the strength in those setter hands will have you shOOk to the core especially a seasoned one like Kei

One time you were doing your morning stretches, slipping into downward dog and HO. NEY. Keishin was already pulling you flush against his pelvis and smacking that 🍑 like a djembe drum until tears pricked your eyes. Your whole body was vibrating with desire it was WILD

“Ohhhh, sweetheart. You are a work of fucking art, you know that? You’re not going anywhere today. That’s a promise.”

And that’s how you ended up with twins. Not sorry.

10/10 would recommend

Kozume Kenma:

Listen Linda

It took a while for you to notice

But Kenma is truly OBSESSED with the booty

It took him a while to even admit it to himself tbh

He would look away immediately when he caught himself staring

And he may have appeared chill on the surface but blondie was internally screaming as you literally sat on top of him while he was gaming

He was so hesitant poor bb was overthinking it so hard. He just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or think he was weird etc etc

It was confirmed to you when you started waking up in the middle of the night to a fully unconscious Kenma giving your ass subtle squeezes in his sleep

You’ll literally have to sit this man down and be super direct about it

Once you give him the go ahead chillle it’s on and poppin

Only when y’all are alone of course cuz as we know, Kenma is v shy and a very private person

He’s not the pda type in general

Again, he loves it when you sit on top of him when he’s playing video games. Especially when you straddle him. His hand does this smooth slide down your back that sends shivers down your spine before settling over the swell of your butt. He’ll give the occasional rub and caresses your thigh softly. Another muse of his. Kenma LIVES for your thighs. Would happily be suffocated by them. Whoops. Squeeze them around his waist or grind into his lap and you’ll be on your back faster than you can say yes please

When you’re cuddling, he’ll just start jiggling that cake in his hands. He finds it fascinating, soothing and unbelievably hot all at once. The perfect combination in his opinion.

“ . . . Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“Watcha doin back there?”

*continues in concentrated silence*

“Babe??”

“. . . You’re like a sexy human stress ball . . So soft . . So cute . . So squishy . .”

“Ummmkay?”

My mans is hypnotized. He would do that shit for hours if you let him let’s be real. That thang is thangin

He would buy you ALL of the jeans, leggings, shorts, dresses, hoodies, crops, shirts, skirts. Everything and anything that fits your body type in all the right places, Kenma is on it and good lord is he invested. He absolutely spoils you. Blondie bae is surprisingly good at keeping your style in mind while also pushing you to try new things that end up making you look stunning. Big ups

The only time Kenma has spanked you was in retaliation. You wanted to see his reaction to being spanked. So once when he was distracted by his switch, you slowly walked up behind him and SMACK

Kenma nearly dropped the damn switch 😤 You’ve never seen this boi whip his whole body around and bend you over so fast

Two swift yet heavy blows to your backside had you rethinking your whole life. Everything about that moment lives in your head rent free

[frank-ieros-lip-ring]

All the Same Old Shit

Pro Rev Frank x AFAB Reader

Requested by anon

Authors Note: This is a repost. I accidentally deleted the original post, whoops.

I'm sitting on the floor at the side of the stage watching Frank play yet another show at Projekt Revolution. He had taken off his shirt earlier and I can see all the tattoos covering his sweat beaded chest. He so hot like that, fuck. I just- ugh. It's been so long since we've had sex. Decent sex at least. When we do have sex, its usually pretty quick and boring. He always busy with band stuff. I'm starting to get frustrated and I know he is too. Like all the shows, it seems like he does the same thing each time.

" How did you enjoy the show? " Frank asks me afterwards, wrapping his arms around me from behind and kissing me on the cheek. I shrug him off, memories of our recent sex on my mind. " It's the same as every other night Frank. What do you want me to do, scream how great you are every time? You do all the same old shit. It's nothing new.  " I snap. Frank looks at me confused. It takes him a few seconds to figure out what I'm actually talking about. " I'm sorry that I can't meet your standards, your Highness. You don't think I want to do better? It's not my fault I don't have the time to change things up. " Frank huffs at me, throwing his hands in the air. "  I don't think they're talking about the show. " Gerard whispers to Mikey.

It's a tense taxi ride to the hotel we're staying at. Poor Gerard is stuck between Frank and me. He tries to lighten the mood with a few jokes but his attempts go nowhere. He gives up and just sits there uncomfortably until we reach our destination.

Frank and I arrive at our room. I silently open the door and walk in. Frank follows. We haven't spoken a word in over half an hour. The door isn't even closed yet before I'm slammed against it, a hand around my throat.

" It's the same old shit every time you say, hm? Well let's change that tonight. " Frank hisses in my ear as I struggle against his strength. He squeezes my throat just enough to cut off airflow. I choke out a strangled whine as he connects his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Frank moves his hand from my throat to my waistline, slipping it into my jeans. I gasp and small moan escapes my lips at the temperature difference between my heat and his slightly cold hand. He hasn't even done anything yet. " You're such a little slut. I've barely even touched you. " Frank sneers, removing his hand from my pants. I whimper, wanting him to touch me. " You desperate whore. Just because of that, I'm not going to touch you. You're going to do what I say and if you're good, I'll fuck you. If not, then you'll be punished. " he explains. I let out a small whimper but nod my head. Frank leans in and whispers in my ear, " You can't do anything with out my permission. I own you. "

Frank has me on my knees in front of him as he sits on the edge of the bed. He has taken off his pants, boxers and shirt. " Blow me. " he orders. " Yes. " I respond. " Yes, what? " Frank asks, raising an eyebrow. " Yes sir. " I bow my head.

I spit in my hand and begin with a slow, steady rhythm until Frank is fully hard. Frank leans back on his hands, humming contently. I begin taking him down slowly, inch by inch. " Feels so good, baby. " Frank moans as I swirl my tongue around his tip, gasping when I slip it his slit. Bobbing my head, I lift a hand to massage his balls. Frank lets out a deep, throaty growl. He tangles a hand in my hair and pulls tight. I moan around his cock as bucks his hips, shoving himself deeper down my throat. " Such a dirty slut. You like it when my cock hits the back of your throat? " he asks, snapping my head back by my hair, pulling me off his cock. " Y-yeah. Yes s-sir. " is all I can muster before I take him down once more.

My pussy is throbbing. God, I need friction. I need some sort of clit action. Hoping Frank doesn't see, I slip a hand down to touch myself. He notices and asks " Did I say you can touch yourself, needy whore? " as he kicks my hand away from myself. I whine pleadingly. " So fucking needy. God, if I let you ride this, " he raises a pillow, " will you shut up? " Frank throws the pillow down to me. " Don't stop what you're doing. " he orders. I obey and without detaching myself from Franks cock, I slide the pillow beneath me. I immediately begin rolling my hips, groaning at the long-awaited friction. I continue to bob my head, zigg-zagging my tongue up and down his length, occasionally stopping to pay attention the thick vein on the underside of his cock and suck on that.

" You look so hot when you're humping that pillow, sucking my dick, like the horny slut you are. " Frank purrs in a velvety voice. It turns me on even more and has me grinding even harder against the pillow. My breathing begins to quicken as the pleasure begins to pool in my gut when Frank tells me to stop. I whine with annoyance but comply. " Get up, " I do, " lay down," he orders. As I do so, I see Frank rummaging through his luggage. He pulls out a pair of handcuffs. Where the fuck were those this whole time? Frank stalks over to me and takes hold of one of my wrists and cuffs it. He pulls the other side through the bed post before attaching it to my other wrist.

Frank climbs between my legs and spreads them forcefully. He runs his hand over my slit before sliding his fingers between my lips to tease me. He ever so gently rubs his fingers over my sensitive clit. It drives me crazy. It feels nice but it's barely enough to get off to. I squirm and whine, begging for more.  " What baby? You want more? All you have to do is ask. Come on, use your words like a big kid. " Frank taunts me. " I- Fuck, p-please. Mor- more. I n-need more. " I stutter in a high voice. " Well, since you've been such a well-behaved slut, I guess I'll fuck you. " he sighs dramatically as he fetches a condom.

After slipping on the condom and lubing, Frank aligns himself and pushes in. Both of us groan. Frank starts to thrust in and out of me in roughly at a fast pace, leaving me squirming and moaning his name, cusses and just nonsense. Frank grips my thighs, lifting them up to change the angle. In this position, he continuously brushes against my G-spot.

Not that long after, the knot in my stomach is threatening to come undone again. " F-frank, I-I'm gon-gonna cum! " I stutter, screaming the last word, as he slams directly into my spot unexpectedly. It sends me over the edge, clenching around Frank's cock, vision temporarily going black.

Frank cums and keeps thrusting in and out of me as I slowly stop seeing stars and come down from my high. " Holy fuck, I think this is the best sex we've ever had. " Frank pants as he comes down from his own high, collapsing next to me. I curl up, lying my head on his chest, and say, " Agreed. "

[atinybitofau]

S A N ⇾ office au

THE TYPICAL BOSS AND ASSISTANT LOVE STORY

      a/n: my god this took so loooonggggggg. hope ya’ll ready for this omg. sorry guys, reposted for the cut. 

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• was it wrong for you to drool over your hot as fuck boss?

• absolutely not.

• not when every other single woman in the company does it.

• you also hate that one of these women managed to snag your position as his assistant the moment he upheld his promise to you.

• in becoming marketing director.

• the days seeing him going by so long, you actually think you’re getting withdrawals.

• “Well well well, look what the cat dragged in.”

• you sneer at Seonghwa when he enters the lounge room.

• a room made by your boss himself.

• who’d rather spoil his employees,

• than have them hate him.

• but you still kind of do.

• “Seonghwa, don’t you have- I don’t know. A company to run?”

• the man loosens his tie and joins you at the love seat. “San invited me to talk numbers, babe. Don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me.”

• you roll your eyes. “I’m clearly ecstatic.”

• Seonghwa chuckles at your response and let’s you leisure for a little in your thoughts.

• see Seonghwa was kind of different from San.

• in a sense that,

• he belittled a lot of his workers.

• to make clear his intentions at work.

• as a deserving entrepreneur.

• also one who was locked down with a ring.

• married to your best friend of course.

• “Hyemi tells me you’re tired of work.”

• you laugh in a half hearted way. “Wonder why she says that.”

• little bitch always has to rat you out.

• “Now I might be wrong but she made it seem like you hate San more than you used to. At least, considering you didn’t hate him at all. In fact, I remember you were head over heels for him. Just doting every check in your crush book.”

• you glare at Seonghwa. “See. That’s why I refused to make a speech at your wedding. You two are out to get me.”

• “Forgive me.” he chuckles at your defense. “But you know the teasing can’t be helped with you. You always find a way to fierce an insult back.”

• “Obviously if you aren’t offended by them, they aren’t insults.”

• “Honestly y/n. Lighten up. You can tell me what you’ve been stressing about too you know.”

• stressing?

• what’s really been stressing you?

• like watching the notorious playboy crush of yours get all touchy touchy with your replacement?

• or the work he forgets to bring you sometimes.

• like,

• did you really not make an impact in his life?

• were you really just one of those single women he knew liked him?

• now that’s a stress.

• “So? What is it?”

• you turn to Seonghwa eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide in curiousness. “Call me crazy but I think I miss being San’s reputationless assistant.”

• Seonghwa snorts. “You can’t be serious.”

• “I’m 100 percent serious, Hwa. Before you got married to Hyemi, I was so happy with pairing you two together, you know? Cause she’s a diamond in the rough. She stands out.”

• “Your point is?”

• “Do I not stand out?”

• “Y/n…”

• Seonghwa realizes,

• not sure why you hadn’t,

• that you were in love with San.

• that it wasn’t just a menial office crush anymore.

• “Wouldn’t being his marketing director be more of an upgrade? You shouldn’t be looking at his assistant with those kind of eyes. You deserve your position. Regardless of San’s um lack thereof…”

• you two speak like he wouldn’t be able to hear you.

• as if his building isn’t hooked up to audio perceptive cameras.

• as if he wasn’t listening to the entire conversation.

• whoops.

• he was.

• “Jane? Get me y/n. And tell her it’s urgent.”

• San saw you as you were.

• a gorgeous and independent woman.

• who deserved the promotion he had given you.

• a woman who appealed to every check mark in his own book.

• dotting out the possibilities.

• even the one he’d refuse anyday.

• the possibility to settle down that is.

• “You wanted to see me, Mr. Choi?”

• you walk in and your voice is as velvet as ever.

• your outfit a reflection of the woman you really are.

• only of his dreams.

• “Yes please take a seat. There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

• you were nervous.

• he’s never called out to you before.

• “Did I do something wrong, sir?”

• “No.” he smiles innocently at you hands folded over his desk. “Actually, I need a favor.”

• you have enough favors you had agreed to commit too.

• a tower of paperwork on your desk.

• “O-okay. Sure.”

• “I need you to accompany me to Beijing this weekend.”

• you deadpan. “Sir?”

• he lightly chuckles,

• staring like an idiot because he missed seeing you as often as he used to.

• “My partners in discussion are spending the weekend there on a retreat. It’s a canny way for us business exec’s to make our bite. As marketing director, I’m sure you know how important that is.”

• course it was…

• just,

• “Shouldn’t your assistant be accompanying you?”

• “Yes. But I would like you to come along. After all, Seonghwa’s already half bitten by you anyway.”

• Seonghwa’s excited about it.

• your best friend having the decency of telling him your plans of joining her husband’s retreat on Saturday.

• but you weren’t.

• weren’t because you were now forced to watch San flirt with his assistant.

• all the way to China.

• “One dry martini please. You know what, make it three.”

• you face plant the counter as you let exhaustion take over.

• the sight of watching your long time crush flirt with another woman not sitting as easy as alcohol would.

• “Well well well look who we have here.”

• you mentally note to murder your best friend’s husband the next time things are on your side.

• whipping around with a vicious glare you say, “Seonghwa would you leave me the fuck alone?”

• your anger falters when you see your smirking boss beside him,

• wearing causal clothes and blatant amusement.

• “Now that’s no way you should speak to your higher ups, y/n. You know better.”

• you narrow a secret glare to the devil himself before bowing to San in apology.

• “Please excuse my language. It’s the only language Seonghwa understands unfortunately. That and I’m off the clock so I’m just gonna-“

• you stand up to find another spot at the empty bar until San justs you in.

• “No, y/n. Please stay. You should join two old friends. We sometimes have nothing to talk about and I’m sure you’ve got plenty of topics.”

• plenty, Seonghwa mouths to you.

• when San turns around you show him a finger of disapproval.

• and a side glare of disgust.

• “Your dry martini, Miss.”

• “Please add it to my tab.” San slips his card to the bartender smoothly. like he’s done it a hundred times before. “I’ll pay for her drinks from here on.”

• “S-San, you don’t need to do that.”

• “San?”

• Seonghwa’s smirking.

• thinking his wife was right.

• that you always seem to find a way to do other people’s work for them.

• “Oh crap, I MEAN— shit. No wait.”

• San chuckles at the fluster and you chug down your drink.

• hoping this all fades away to obscurity tomorrow.

• “First topic.” Seonghwa starts after sipping his whiskey. “We should praise y/n for everything she’s done. I mean, with everything on her plate I’m sure joining us today was a set back.”

• you prick your teeth in annoyance.

• praying Seonghwa would take a god damn hint once in a while.

• “She’s always been more leisure than business to me.” San admits. “Thank you for coming, y/n. I really appreciate it.”

• you forget that you’re a light weight.

• already chugging three martini’s.

• dry.

• “You should really thank your assistant. After all without her, you wouldn’t be here really.”

• both men choke on their drinks.

• shocked by your brutal remark.

• “Excuse me?”

• “I mean, really.” you turn in your chair and hiccup. “Your assistant’s got everything. Your work load, your time schedule, your attention. If not for her, you wouldn’t be this successful.”

• San’s jaw clenches.

• and Seonghwa’s sitting there completely amused.

• teeth showing in awe.

• “Please continue.”

• “Hyung, she’s drunk.”

• Oh, Seonghwa and you both know you really aren’t.

• but he’ll go with it anyway.

• “Listen for once, San. She’s not just an employee of yours, you know.”

• their secret convo is interrupted with your not-so-drunk continuation.

• “L-like. She’s even got the looks! Gets your things ready and of course you’ll give her what she deserves. All those subtle compliments about her skirt that practically rides up her ass.”

• he doesn’t exactly know how to react.

• but he hears you out.

• “And come on, Mr. Choi. You aren’t fooling anybody. We all know what you really need an assistant for.”

• Seonghwa snickers.

• loving this more than he should right now.

• “And what’s that, ms. y/l/n?”

• you grab your bag to leave.

• “You should ask your assistant. Since you couldn’t stop praising almost every little thing about the crap job she does.”

• San stands to chase after you but Seonghwa holds him down.

• “Fucking hell, hyung. Let me go and tell that little—“

• “You know y/n’s in love with you right?”

• he stops.

• staring at his old friend in disbelief.

• “Yeah? Well it doesn’t fucking sound like it.”

• “Cycle back on what she said about you, dumbass. Now think. Was she really ridiculing your lifestyle? Or was she really just trying to get your bloody attention you fool.”

• San sprints.

• not wanting to justify himself this time around.

• but wanting to confess.

• he wants to tell you that you aren’t what you think you just are—

• his old assistant he wanted to replace.

• God no.

• he’s been wanting you back at your desk since the day he signed your new contract.

• that you were once a good friend of his before you stopped.

• not knowing you stopped casually speaking to him because of his new assistant in the first place.

• but he’s been wanting to settle down honestly.

• the chances it be with you sounding pretty damn good after hearing what Seonghwa had to say.

• “Y/n, would you wait!”

• you whip around suddenly not feeling drunk at all,

• martini’s not your best problem solver.

• one that hit strong but settled poorly.

• “You got anything more to add? Maybe that I should be fired for my honesty? Please, Mr. Choi, by all means, if that’s what you’ve been dying to do since day one, you should’ve done that instead of giving me a crap excuse being your marketing director.”

• he’s a little taken aback he must admit.

• thinking you were drunk more than sober enough to argue.

• “Weren’t you drunk just a couple minutes ago?”

• you blink away, swallowing down the last of the intoxication. “Martini’s don’t last too long in my system unfortunately. Just like me to you.”

• he hates the analogy more than he should.

• cause it’s true that you didn’t last long to him.

• though,

• now he’s willing to change his mind.

• he narrows his eyes towering over you like the big executive he is before asking, “If my new assistant bothered you so much, why didn’t you just tell me you wanted your old position back?”

• your heart feels like it’s running in circles.

• racing when unnecessary.

• and falling when when unwanted.

• “Mr. Choi, please correct if I’m wrong, but you intentionally put me as your marketing director because the last one left in terms of finding a better boss. And you replaced me easily after it, sure. And at once, by your side, I thought you had been the smartest man in the game but hell— you really are the dumbest CEO I know.”

• he grimaces before saying, “Were you really drunk just now or were you just trying to get your thoughts across the table without trying to hurt my feelings?”

• there’s fire in his eyes when he asks you.

• feeling torn between hating you and falling more for you than he expected to be.

• there’s a brief silence in you before you retort, “I might have been a little out of my comfort zone drinking those martini’s. But as of right now sir I’m pretty clear on the things I’m saying and the consequences they might have.”

• he’s never once doubted you.

• thought you were a diamond in the rough.

• always stood out.

• always knew how to get his attention.

• right now not being an exception.

• “Then tell me.” he sterns closer to you now that you’re both passed comfort level. “Since you’re so clear on things, what bothers you the most?”

• you stare at him.

• longingly.

• because you’ve spoken to San on more casual occasions than you think.

• more than just a boss in the past,

• this man used to be your friend.

• that though you two were boss and assistant,

• you two fell in love with each other without knowing.

• and here you thought he was just your plain office crush.

• “Maybe..” you pause to make sure you’re completely clear on your thoughts. “Knowing that I was falling for you when you weren’t for me? That.. maybe that’s what bothers me the most.”

• San’s torn again.

• but this time,

• between kissing you and telling you he’s falling for you too.

• “You know better than anyone, y/n, I don’t dwell on fickle romances.”

• your noses touch,

• and you think you can feel his heart beat against your chest.

• “But I stopped knowing you the moment you stopped knowing me.”

• he decides right then to kiss you first.

• wanting things to get cleared before they get past uncomfortable.

• you frown against his kiss.

• thinking it’s half hearted and unimpactful.

• while pushing him away you warn him by saying, “Don’t..”

• and now he feels desperate.

• like the women that pine over for him.

• the way he kind of does for you actually.

• “San, don’t do this because you feel sorry for me.”

• “I’m not.” he almost whines when you reject. “I want.. I want this. Y/n, you aren’t my assistant anymore.”

• you sigh, “I think we’ve made that statement understood by now.”

• “No, you don’t understand. I need you.” he corrects himself hands himself your hips. “My assistant can be many things to me. Helpful at work. Doing the work I should be doing for me too. You know that.”

• your lips taste like the martini’s.

• hoping you are what you say are when you say aren’t drunk.

• so his thoughts go across as clear as you say yours are to you.

• “Where are you going with this, Choi San?”

• “Coordinate me. Out of work.” he insists this time making sure you don’t get away. “No contract necessary. Just… I want you to coordinate me while we date. Pull my strings the way you did at work once before.”

• maybe you are drunk.

• that you’re hallucinating Choi San asking you on a date— multiple.

• “I’m not good at this settling down thing, y/n.” he takes your hands and interlaces it with his. “And you know better than anyone, how to fix my mistakes, don’t you?”

• you’ve always been his favorite.

• despite knowing you were replaced,

• you never did forget that.

• “And what’s my compensation for this look like, Mr. Choi?”

• San sighs in relief.

• also remembering that you were once not only his assistant,

• but the woman he only ever needed.

• “If it lasts long in both our systems, hopefully a ring.”

• now who could pass up that kind of promotion?

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@atinybitofau

[cucumbers-and-olives]

Want You Back (Day 4 fic)

Summary: After an argument with Reggie, you move to NYC, where you reunite with him under- different -circumstances 

Category: Angst

Fandom: JATP

Paring: Reggie x Reader (i- well...)

Word Count: 1.5k!

Warnings/Includes: implied cheating, angst

A/N: @reggiepetersappreciationweek preciationweek, thank you guys for creating this amazing week (also, was this half baked idea originally intended for @jatpx5sos week? *akwardly hides under a table* i blame the hiatus whoops sorry!

AO3 link here (yep ill get my shit together eventually)

Please don’t repost my work without my permission, in part or whole. My work can also be found on AO3 under the same username. Thank you!

“It’s like this every time Reg! You keep going out late and you don’t come back until it's morning!” You yelled at your boyfriend. “Do you even remember that I’m your girlfriend?”

“Really Y/N, this again? God, you are so childish,” He rolled his eyes and started to walk past you to the door of the dressing room. You didn’t even notice at first, but you grabbed his arm. Looking into his eyes, you could see the boy he used to be. The one that always had a smile on his face, the one that insisted on having a picnic every week, the one that listened to you no matter what. But that seemed to have faded, hidden behind a shield of the boy he was trying to be. “If,” You whispered as Bobby walked into the room. You ignored him as you continued. “If you walk out onto that stage Reginald, we are done. I’m not getting back together with you again. We are done, and I’m hopping on a flight in the morning and never coming back.”

“Fine,” He said. You could have sworn that at that moment- in that second -he broke. His bad-boy attitude seemed to fall for a moment, but as he walked out of the room and didn’t look back, he seemed fine.

“This will never work!” You shouted after him.

Bobby let out a small laugh. You pivoted to look at him and your hands found their way to your hips. “What?”

“Oh nothing,” He said, in a very nonchalant way as he turned away from you to his mirror. You punched him in the back to get him to talk. “Okay, okay! Geez!”

“Talk, Wilson.”

“He needs you. And you need him, don’t deny it Y/N,” Bobby said as you shook your head.

“He acts like he’s moved on from a relationship that hasn’t even ended! I need who he used to be, I need my sunshine boy back.” You said, promptly turning on your heel as you left.

Unfortunately for you, the fastest way out of the theater was across the stage, where he was warming up.

“Good,” You said to yourself. “I can give this damn shirt back.” 

Walking onto a stage in a bra and leggings wasn’t something you ever thought you’d do. But it was worth it as Reggies face dropped.

You flung the shirt into his face. 

“Guns n Roses, my shirt,” He whispered, as crew members all around watched your conversation.

“This is the last time you’ll see me,” You spat at him. “You’ll never change.”

It wasn’t until you stepped out of the theater that you noticed the tears pouring down your face. But it could have just been the rain.

~

You left a lot of things behind in that theater. Funnily enough, it happened to be your favorite thing to contemplate.

For starters, a broken relationship. Reggie was always on your mind. His faults and your faults as a couple were always right behind. Your phone, your favorite jacket, and an amazing group of boys. New York was a far move, but you fell in love with the city as soon as your eyes had fallen upon the wonder that it was.

The plan, of course, had been to find a place to stay in the very expensive city for the night, and then move to a different city. But, as is the case with most plans, it fell apart as you fell in love with the city. It was the perfect place for someone like you.

Your phone pulled you out of your contemplative trance as it buzzed. Flipping in over, you saw two texts from phone numbers that you had hoped to forget.

Unknown: He needs you. It’s been a month Y/N, we know that you are in NY.

It took every ounce of self-control to not curse out your mother at that moment. She was the only one that knew the boys and where you had gone.

Unknown: We are playing at Madison Square Garden in a week, here’s a ticket.

Reggie needed you now? A month later? 

Y/N: Bobby? How did you get this number?

Bobby: Are you coming?

You sighed as you closed your phone. Reggie was your past, New York was your future. But something in the back of your mind told you that you were making the wrong choice.

~

“I just want to thank you all for being here. We’ve got one last song on the setlist, and then I hope you all have a wonderful night!” Bobby shouted, and your eyes drifted over to Reggie who played an unfamiliar piano intro. The crowd shouted with excitement at the song, but you had no idea what was coming.

“Can’t help but wondering 

if this is the last time that I’ll see your face

Is it tears or just the fucking rain

Wish I could say something

Something that doesn’t sound insane

But lately, I don’t trust my brain,” The crowd seemed surprised that Reggie was singing, but it wasn’t long before they began to sing along with him. He had changed, he looked older now and more stressed. He just didn’t seem like himself.

“You told me I won’t ever change

So I just say nothing

No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back

No matter how long you’re gone, I’m always gonna want you back

I know that you know, I will never get over you

No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back

Want you back.” As the chorus ended, you could see that three of the boys were looking at you. Alex, Luke, and Bobby all seemed aware of your presence, but Reggie stayed oblivious. 

“I remember the freckles on your back

And the way that I used to make you laugh

Cos you know every morning I wake up

And I still reach for you

I remember the roses on your shirt

When you told me this would never work,” The song seemed like too much of a coincidence. Too many things matching up to the past. His eyes seemed to see where the rest of the boys were looking and he squinted a bit. Bobby didn’t make it hard for him, as you were standing in the front row. Just your luck.

“You know, even when I say I’ve moved on 

Yeah, I still dream for you,” The lyrics seemed more targeted this time, and Luke took over the chorus as Reggie moved around the stage, telling the boys different things. He disappeared off stage, and seconds later, one of the security dudes tapped you on the shoulder.

“Come with me,” He said, opening up a gate. You shouldered your bag and followed him. You were confused, but you had a slight bit of foresight cause reading fanfics never hurt anyone.

“No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back

No matter how long you’re gone, I’m always gonna want you back

I know that you know, I will never get over you

No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back, want you back,” As the chorus ended, you were shoved on stage. The other boys were gone, and it was just Reggie, looking at you from across the stage as he sang. 

“You know even when I say I’ve moved on

You know even though I know that you’re gone

All I think about is where I went wrong

You know even when I say I’ve moved on

You know even though I know that you’re gone

All I think about is where I went wrong

Yeah I still dream for you

No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back,” You don’t know what compelled you to move closer to him as he sang, but by the time the other boys jumped back in, you were two feet away from him. And as the gap got smaller and smaller, you could hear your heart get louder and louder. 

“No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back

No matter how long you’re gone, I’m always gonna want you back

I know that you know, I will never get over you

No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back,” Your face was inches away from his.

“Want you back

I’m always gonna want you back

Want you back.”

And then you woke up in your empty apartment in New York.

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NAMJOON

namjoon would have been nervous about their performance in japan. he would ask jungkook to help him perfect a routine that he had been struggling with.

the two would meet up after dinner where jungkook would immediately start teaching his hyung what he needed to know.

you sat in the corner of the room, a smile on your face as you watched your boyfriend learn from the maknae.

joon would do his best to follow the moves that jungkook was laying out for him. he was moving so much and so fast that the hood covering his head slid off.

which didn’t seem like all that big of a deal— until jungkook was moving to stand behind namjoon, hands adjusting his posture.

“hyung? what’s all over your neck?” he’d ask in confusion, the tip of his finger pressing against the bruise.

your eyes would widen in realization as namjoon would flinch away hand going up to cover his neck.

jungkook would smirk, “are those hickeys?” he’d grin.

“what? no!” you’d deny, creating an even more suspicious situation for the two of you. “i’m not dumb!” jungkook would retort.

he’d take another look at the older boy’s neck. “wow. y/n, you’re ruthless.” he’d comment with a laugh.

your cheeks would turn red as you proceeded to cover your face but not before seeing namjoon (playfully) shove jungkook back.

“of course she is, you should see how worked up i can get her.” he’d smirk, nodding his head in your direction.

JIN

the boys would be hanging out in the living room. you’d be upstairs taking a nap, waking up to the sounds of their laughter.

throwing one of jin’s t-shirt’s and a pair of shorts on, you’d make your way down the stairs.

joon, hobi and tae sat scattered in the living room along with your boyfriend-- seokjin.

you’d grin when you saw him, easily sinking into the vacant space on his lap. he’d be quick with wrapping arms around you.

“what are we talking about?” you’d wonder, leaning back into his chest.

“how jealous your boyfriend is.” joon would answer quickly with a smirk.

jin would be quick to answer, “i’m not a jealous person, really!”

“...well you did yell at the delivery man the other day.” you reminded him.

“he was flirting with you right in front of my face!” jin would defend himself at the same time, hobi is leaning closer examining your neck.

“you even marked your territory! what? you want to make sure everyone knows she’s spoken for?”  he’d laugh, pointing a finger toward your bruises.

your face would instantly flush as the other boys leaned in to see.

“ahh, noona, you shouldn’t let his mouth near you.” tae would laugh, silently counting how many marks you had.

your hands would be quick to cover your neck, leaning back into jin’s chest. “stop staring at them!”

“hickeys don’t make you jealous, you should see the ones she leaves on me.”

jin would speak proudly, earning a nudge in the chest from you.

the boys would quickly star to wonder out loud about the hickeys you had left on jin, insisting that he showed them.

YOONGI

“why is #vampireyoongi trending?” yoongi’s attention would be brought by the mention of his name.

“what?” he’d set down the text book he had been flipping through, his eyebrow arched.

your fingers would tap against the screen until you found the hashtag again.

“#vampireyoongi is trending worldwide.” you repeated, this time clicking on the words.

at first it was just a bunch of obvious bts stans weighing in their thoughts on the hashtag ‘wbk yoongi was a vampire.’

you couldn’t help but laugh at these tweets, still confused at why they were even happening.

“apparently you’re a vampire.” you moved to sit beside him, showing him the words on the screen.

as you’d scroll down the screen a very recent picture of you would pop up.

it was at least three days ago. you were on your way back from hobi’s house where you spent the night with yoongi.

for whatever reason, yoongi wasn’t able to keep his hands off you, especially after hobi fell asleep which resulted in the array of hickeys on your neck.

they were so clear in the picture. there were so many of them!

a particular post caught your eye, a close up picture with your neck on full display. a fansite had reposted it with the caption:

“pray for our girl, y/n... she’s on some bella from twilight shit.” you couldn’t help but crack up laughing.

you kept scrolling, most posts making light of the situation.

yoongi would read over your shoulder, laughing and joking along with you.

HOSEOK

you’d squirm underneath him, his hands palming your hips as he held your body against his.

his mouth would work over yours easily, you doing your best to match his intensity.

it felt like years since you last felt hobi’s lips on yours. in reality it had only been a week-- but even that was too long.

you missed him.

“it’s just me and you tonight.” he’d remind with a grin, his hand moving up to cup the side of your face.

you’d smile brightly, leaning up to press your lips against his gently. “i love that.”

hobi would move his head down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, both of his arms wrapping around your waist.

“i missed yo so much,” he’d grumble, his mouth opening to pull a bit of your skin in.

your potential sentence was stolen by a moan, your teeth quickly catching your lip.

without lifting his head, hobi would bring his hand to your chin using his thumb to pull your lip from between your teeth.

he’d quickly resume his assault on your neck. kissing, licking, sucking, biting at the flesh.

moans would fall freely from your parted lips, the sound of the front door opening being drown out by your voice.

his hand would find the zipper of your sweater, tugging it down as his mouth landed on your chest.

your hands would ruffle and tug at his soft strands of hair, head tilted back to allow most access.

“hyung, jimin wants too--” tae’s voice was heard before he was entering the room. not leaving enough time for you two to pull apart.

his stutter was heard next as he scrambled out of the room. “oh, crap... shit. s-sorry.” he’d mumble as he shuffled out of the room.

hobi would study your expression, looking for any signs of you wanting to stop. seeing the look on your face he’d be quick with covering your mouth with his once again.

JIMIN

jimin and his best friends had left hours earlier to play basketball at the court not too far from the house.

in the time they were gone you were able to take a bath, moisturize, paint your nails and even start your favorite movie.

just as you began to doze off, the front door would slam open, heavy footsteps heading in your direction.

both tae and jungkook laughed loudly between each other as they reached you.

“why don’t you ask you?” tae spoke once he was close enough.

jungkook would shoot a knowing look in his direction before plopping down on the couch.

“ask me what?” jimin would walk in a moment later, hair wet with sweat. he’d have the shirt he had worn out slung over his shoulder.

you’d smile as he’d lean over the back of the couch to press his lips against yours.

“ask me what?” you’d repeat once jimin pulled away.

“they’re being childish, ignore them.” jimin would warn you. you’d urge the boys with a look. jungkook being the first to speak up. “tae wanted to know if--”

tae would be quick with cutting him off. “hey! it wasn’t just me.” he’d defend.

“i’m confused...” you’d glance back at your boyfriend who’d simply roll his eyes.

“they saw the hickeys on my thigh and have some twisted theory that--”

tae jumped up quickly, shushing his hyung. “come on, it’s embarrassing now!” he pleaded.

“how’d you guys... why’d you show them?”

jimin rolled his eyes at your words. “no idea, just felt the urge to flash my dick... whoops.” you could sense his sarcasm.

there was nothing innocent about the hickeys you’d left against his skin-- especially not the placement.

the strength of his thighs always managed to turn you on, you couldn’t help but put your mouth on them as you jerked him off.

and it was obvious the other guys knew too.

TAEHYUNG

with a strong hand around your neck, tae would press his mouth against yours. applying just the right amount of pressure to to your throat making you moan.

his tongue would explore the inside of your mouth as you tried to keep up, hands grasping at his forearms.

“oh, come on! get a room!” the annoyed shout would come from yoongi.

tae would pull back only for a moment to flick him off before turning back to your mouth.

“we’re going to be late.” hobi would remind with an exaggerated groan.

tae would take his time with pulling back from your mouth, grinning as he took in the dazed look on your face. “you’re so into me.” he’d give you a cocky smirk.

“shut up.” you’d roll your eyes, punching at his chest. he laughed watching as you began to step back. “call me when you miss me?”

“i should just call you now then,” he’d flirt and you’d blush.

he’d wait until you were out of sight before ducking into the front seat of joon’s car.

“you guys are actually gross.” he’d comment as he pulled off onto the road.

tae would ignore the comment, tapping the tips of his fingers against his knee.

“holy shit look at your neck!” jin would exclaim from the back seat, poking at the bruises covering tae’s skin.

“she’s my girl. what do you expect?” he’d retort with a smirk, tilting his head toward the mirror to admire your work.

JUNGKOOK

you and jungkook would be cuddling in the living room watching the office with his friends, hobi and joon.

jungkook would have his arms wrapped around your waist, head tilted back a bit as you snuggled close.

joon and hobi had been having their own side conversation that the two of you paid very little attention to.

it wasn’t until hobi was addressing you did you realize that their conversation was about you two.

“alright, i’m just going to ask.. what’s with the turtlenecks man?” you took a moment to look back at the black turtleneck covering your boyfriend’s torso.

“what do you mean?” his cheeks and the top of his ears were turning pink.

“you’ve been wearing them for days. not to mention that it’s seventy degrees outside.” joon chimes in.

“so? i like turtlenecks.” jungkook shrugged, trying to play it cool.

“we have reason to believe you’re hiding something.”

you’d decide to jump in and save him-- this was your fault to begin with. “i’m sure he’s not. he likes what he likes.” you tired.

hobi and joon shared one of their silent conversations before boy boys were springing up and tackling jungkook-- surprisingly missing you.

joon held him as hobi pulled the collar of his shirt down. the purplish bruises on his neck were on full display.

“knew it.” joon confirmed, taking a step back from kookie. “you owe me five bucks.”

you couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips. “you guys bet on what he was hiding?” hobi would nod, fishing in his pockets for his wallet. “i guessed he cut himself shaving-- didn’t expect our little one to have hickeys.”

“our little guy is growing up,” namjoon would feign sadness, wiping an imaginary tear.

jungkook would roll his eyes a smirk settling on his lips. “just ask her, i’m not little.”

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Haunted

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: commission for @kilyra

Summary: Bucky and you are acquaintances, but it’s the first time going on a mission together. As soon as Bucky meets up with you, he realizes you might have the same reservations many have when they meet him. Can you look past the Winter Soldier’s history and see him for who he is? Or will the mission be a bust?

As always I do not own any characters. Do not repost my work!

The safe house was quiet as you watched the surveillance footage, focusing on the target; it was supposed to be a simple mission, in and out, but it was proving to be more dangerous. The basics was that you were to capture a Turkish informant turned rogue; he had vital information from SHIELD that in the wrong hands, could prove deadly. Natasha had gotten word that he was heading to meet a NATO (an underground terrorist group) agent to pass on the info for a hefty price. Originally it was going to be easy but as you spent the last few days tailing him, you uncovered that he had a few baddies on his side; hence why you called Steve for back up. Except, he was busy on a recon mission and couldn’t make it out in time, but he promised to send a helping hand. He didn’t say who, but you figured Sam or Rhodey would be knocking on your door soon enough. Tired of looking over the footage that showed the informant meeting with known NATO members, you closed the laptop and picked up the cell on the desk.

It rang twice before Steve picked up, asking if anything was wrong.

“No, I’m just bored,” you whined, asking him when Sam was arriving. He said Sam wasn’t coming and you frowned. “Oh, Rhodey then? Please tell me you sent Clint out, we have so much fun together.”

Steve laughed but said no. “Bucky should be arriving tonight.”

Your heart dropped and silence filled your end of the phone; you hadn’t been around Bucky much, never talked to the man except to pass along information – to be frank, he scared you a bit. And by a bit, you meant a lot – someone with that sort of reputation, it was normal to be apprehensive about spending time alone with him. It wasn’t like it was fair to feel this way towards him, he was Captain America’s longtime friend, for fucksakes, but – and that was a big but (pun intended), he was a cold stone killer. At least, he was when he was under HYDRA control and that scared you. Sure, Shuri in Wakanda “fixed” him but how sure it be? No disrespect to the young women, you knew she was the only one with the set skills to do so, but it was unsettling being around him.

“He’s not a bad guy,” Steve sighed, and you immediately tensed up.

“Not everyone is going to love your precious Bucky,” you said defensively.

“I never said you had to like him; you just have to work with him.”

“Are these my orders,” you asked, trying to dial down the heavy tone. Steve was right, you were here to do a job and if he thought Bucky was fit to help, then who are you to say otherwise. So, when he said yes, you agreed. “Fine, it’s fine. I’m sorry, Cap.”

Steve sighed again and told you not to apologize. “It’s been years now, but I get, I’m sorry I should have thought about before sending him. Bucky knows some people will always have reservations about him, it comes with his history, just – just try not to hold it against him so much.”

“Okay. I’ll talk to you soon.”

The two of you said your goodbyes and hung up, but the anxiety had taken up it’s place in your chest; you were going to be alone with the Winter Soldier, a man who has killed more people than anyone you have ever known. You had experienced first-hand his brutality during the events of the HYDRA taken over of SHIELD, he had crossed your path and when you tried fighting back, he had you by the throat and with the other hand, pinned you down to a wall – his eyes were cold, lifeless, and you had never been scared in your life thinking those dark eyes would be the last thing you see. Natasha had come to your rescue, but the damage was done; you had a broken arm and deep bruises on your neck that took weeks to heal.

Closing the laptop, you got up and started making count of all your weapons; a few guns, two knives, and a stun gun, admiring the bunch, you took the latter and tucked it into the back of your jeans just as the front door opened. It had to be Bucky, no one except the team had the keys to the safe house and it sent a wave of fear down your spine. Putting on a brave face, you walked out of the bedroom you picked days earlier and down the hall, greeting Bucky in the foyer.

He looked relieved to see you, putting down his lone bag. “Hey.”

That’s all he said as he stood there in jeans and a dark hoodie, glove over his metal hand. You wanted to stun gun him and tie him up, do the damn mission alone, but orders were orders.

“Down the hall, the second door to the left is your room, the kitchen is stocked,” you said coldly, adding that you left a copy of the intel on the bed. “Steve told me he was sending help, so everything is ready for you to read over. We’ll be leaving tonight, be ready.”

Bucky didn’t say anything for a moment, as if he was confused by your stiffness but he finally nodded. “Sounds good, I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

Watching as he picked him his bag, you held your breath as he passed and flinched for a millisecond when he switched the bag to his other hand; you hoped he hadn’t seen. When you heard his footsteps fade and the bedroom door open and shut, you let out a breath.

….

Bucky walked into the room and told himself not to feel bad about the flinch; he knew what people thought of him and he wouldn’t hold it against them, but he had thought you were one of the people who understood his past. Feeling slightly miffed and embarrassed, he sat on the bed and picked up the phone to call Sam. He hated running to him with all his problems, but Sam understood more than anyone. The phone rang once before he picked up.

“What’s up, man?”

“I don’t think she was expecting me to show up.”

“Who? Y/N?”

Bucky said yes and described the cold welcome. Sam sighed and told him not to take it personal. “I mean you sort whooped her ass a few years ago, or don’t you remember?”

He remembered everything and everyone he had hurt, and maybe it was naïve of him to think people could forget; groaning, he felt terrible. “What am I supposed to do? We leave tonight to get the mark, how am I supposed to act? She flinched when I walked by her, Sam.”

“Just calm the hell down,” Sam advised. “Just let her take the lead, that’s all – you’ll live.”

With that, the pair said goodbye and Bucky picked up the file of information, preparing for the night’s mission.

….

Sam’s advice proved to be the key to working with you; letting you take the lead prove to be easy and it didn’t leave room for talking. Bucky followed orders and only asked questions when necessary, admitting that your leadership skills were far superior than his. You were outfitted in dress pants and a spiffy blouse, while Bucky donned slacks and a dark blue dress up shirt, a black glove covering his metal hand. The two of you sat in silence, pretending to look at the menu; the mark was two seats over, your point of view gave the perfect picture. Bucky eyed you before glancing down at the menu in his hand, he couldn’t help but noticed how nice you looked and if he was that same guy before the fall, he would have told you.  Instead he just waited for your signal and tried to push away the memory of him breaking your arm and nearly killing you.  Of course, he felt remorse and it stayed with him, in his heart, but he couldn’t change how you felt about him. But maybe he could try.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, and you glanced over to him.

“Excuse me?” He said it again, but your eyes moved back to the mark, who was chit chatting with the NATO agent. You stared as the two men exchanged a paper and you realized time was running out. “Not now, Barnes. The mark is about to move, you’re going to get up and walk to the bar. Pretend you’re ordering a drink; I’m going to approach.”

“I’ll cover you,” he said, putting the menu down. You stared at him, really got a good look and tried to see past the man that nearly killed you; instead, you felt more fear for him than the two dangerous men at the table. It made you feel bad, because he was clearly trying but some wounds were skin deep and for now, you just wanted to get the guy and call it a day.

“Make sure your comm is on,” you snapped, feeling bad when Bucky’s face fell for a moment before he nodded as you got up.  Feeling like an ice queen, you straightened up and started toward the table with the two men, except several steps in, the Turkish informant glanced in your direction and his face turned pale. “Shit, he recognized me, Barnes.”

“I’m headed toward the back exit; the front is blocked by too many customers; he’s not going to run, but the agent is.”

He was right, the informant held up his hands in defeat while the agent ran for it; you followed him and out of the restaurant and into the cold. You thought for a moment that you had him, but in fact, he had you; surrounded by several agents that had been lurking around for security, you fought. Fought hard and had taken down all but one; he was a brute of a man and had you by the neck up against a wall.

“Fuck you,” you grunted, hating that you were in this situation again. He laughed and choked you harder until your breaths were becoming sparse. Your eyes shut and suddenly guilt riddled your body; the way you treated Bucky and how he didn’t deserve it, because this man, whose hands were around your neck; he was the evil one. He was the one that wasn’t being controlled and was doing this to you willingly, and you saw that now. You were angry now, downright pissed as you tried to hit the man in the face, fighting for your life until the choking stopped, and the man was pulled off you. Falling to the ground, you gasped to get some air and saw through blurry eyes, Bucky beating the man to the ground until he was knocked out. You cried as the man finally succumbed to the beating, eyes shutting but Bucky couldn’t stop and this time it didn’t scare you.

Getting up, you stumbled over to him and grabbed him by his metal arm, shouting his name over the sound of his fist beating into the man’s skin. “BUCKY!”

His fist stopped instantly; it had been the first time he had ever heard you say his name and it made his body still in the cold of the night. His fist was bloody but he left it fall to his side and slowly turned to you; the memory came back to him like a storm, the image of your life slowly fading in the palm of his hand and it felt like getting hit with a ton of bricks. He saw the way your eyes glossed as he tugged hard on your hand, feeling it break under his strength and he knew that image would haunt him all his life.

“Bucky,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face as you held his arm tight. “I’m okay.”

His body relaxed under your touch, his eyes shooting down to the ground in shame. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, just as he did back in the restaurant. “I wish I could take back what I did to you.”

“You can’t,” you cried, lips quivering not in fear, but in sadness. Sadness for him and for you, for everything that had happened, wishing it would all go away. You see now, that he was just a broken man trying to fit into a new world that had nothing but judgements for him and the two of you were on the same team; everyone did things they regretted, but he never was able to control any of it. For nearly half his life he was controlled by an evil force and how could you blame him for your own fears? It wasn’t fair and you knew that now, damn, you knew that now.

“But it’s okay,” you said quietly, letting your hand slide down his arm to his hand. His knuckles brushed against yours, the metal cool against your skin. “We can start all over, we can try.”

Bucky’s face softened and his eyes were grateful, his fingers twitching against yours. Taking his hand in yours, you held it tight and shrugged. “It’s going to be okay now.”

“Thank you,” he said quietly, and you smiled, a real one this time. The two of you laughed in relief, looking around the mess that was made. “The authorities were called, that’s why it took me so long to get to you. I didn’t want to leave the mark without securing his arrest.”

“I understand, it's part of the job.”

Bucky nodded and pushed away hair from his face. “I’ll go inside and let them know the rest are out here.”

“Good idea.”

You watched with a lighter heart as he walked away until he stopped and turned back; you asked if something was wrong, but he gave his head a little shake.

“No, I just wanted to say you looked nice tonight.”

And like that, something changed, and heat rose from your toes to your head, causing you to let out a soft, shy laugh. Bucky gave a boastful smile and went inside, leaving you a little warmer than you had felt in a while. It was then that your cell rang, and you saw that it was Steve.

“Hello?”

“SHIELD was contacted by the German authorities; I assume Bucky and you worked everything out?”

Unsure if he meant the mission or the issue you had with him being your partner, you sighed.  “Yeah,” you assured him as Bucky stepped back out, police in tow. His eyes meet yours with a subtle adoration and you smiled.  “Yeah, Steve, everything – everything worked out just fine.”

.....

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Romance Headcanons.

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Name: Gladion Spica Aether

Nickname: Stoneface, Quickdraw, Slimy snake, a badger in snakeskin ( due to his Hufflepuff tendencies )

Gender: Male

Romantic orientation: Bisexual

Preferred pet names: Truthfully if Gladion is going to get a nickname he’d rather get one that means something to the relationship he has with the person and not something random. He’d want it to have a meaning, for example, if Gladion was in a relationship with Neville he’d call him buttercup because of Neville interest in plants

Relationship status: Single in default verses 

Favorite canon ship(s): I m e a n there’s really no canon ships over here due to Gladion being a crossover in harry potter soooo ?? // tbh I can see him with a bunch of different people within the story though I adore the ship that I have with @doggedfather in the marauders verse I have for him. Her Sirius was the first-ever person that was with Gladion in a shippy like manner and that ship will always have a special place in my heart. <3  

Favorite non-canon ship(s) so far: excuse me as I sit over in my paper ship boat with Neville/Gladion... Also Susan Bones and Gladion idk I like that- RON AND GLADION FROM @broodingswan first-ever Ron I ever interacted with and that was just *chefs kiss* beautiful- @foxturned THEO AND GLADION AAAAA- tho we mostly just talked about the ship in private messages but my ass still write a smut fic for them... now I'm just rambling about all the ships I like whooops 

Opinion on true love: Is skeptical and has a hard time accepting that a person could ever love him for himself and not for his connection/ riches. He’s extremely wary of people who vide for his affections and more than not will attempt at pushing them away. Depending on the age that he’s at when this is happening there will be various levels of success.

Opinion on love at first sight: in his own words… “Complete and utter hippogriff shit,” He thinks it’s ridiculous and is more likely to believe it was lust at first sight then love. He believes a relationship has to grow from friendship to something more to be true love as what can a relationship be if you’re not friends with the person?

How ‘Romantic’ are they?: Depends on the day and where they’re at- He’s more likely to be overly romantic in private than in public though. He’s not one to do large gestures of his love as he thinks it’s too flashy and hates having people sticking their noses into his love life. His love life is a private affair, though he will do more public things to prove a point to others if they are trying to flirt with his significant other while he’s standing right there.  

Ideal physical traits: Truthfully he’s able to see the beauty in everyone and even in things that others might see as ugly or unsightly. He has a like for scars freckles and stretch marks, he’ll make it a habit to press kisses to them. He adores soft hair and has the tendency to comb his fingers through his lover’s hair. He’s very reverent of it all, of what people call imperfections he adores them. It stems from the fact his mother always tried for perfection and true beauty which is what causes him to be attracted to people who others would call average, ugly, or not the pinnacle of beauty.

Female: He likes brown hair on women for some reason; any shade really he thinks it looks nice. It’s likely that he’ll find himself with a woman who is family-oriented and nurturing. A woman who is equal footing with him in magic (or more powerful than him) as he wants to be safe in the knowledge that his partner can protect herself without him there. He’s more likely to find himself with a woman who is more dominant then he is at times as he grows tired of having to take the lead in things. 

Male: he likes Green or Brown eyes along with blond or black hair. He’d go for a man who is loyal to those he sees as family or friends and is protective of them; along with being family-oriented/ nurturing. He’d choose someone who is of equal footing with him in magic (or more powerful than him) as he wants to be safe in the knowledge that his partner can protect himself without him there. He’s more likely to find himself with a male partner with a dominant streak.

Ideal personality traits: Loyalty is the trait he respects the most along with a person who understands who to give that loyalty too. He loves passionate and ambitious people who he can talk with about their ambitions. He’s also attracted to people with dry humor and a boatload of sarcastic remarks in their pockets who he can vocally spar with. Not that these traits are necessarily needed in a relationship but he wants them to have some passion.

Unattractive physical traits: Nothing much except people who are unkempt and don’t bath as much as they should.

Unattractive personality traits: weak of will, overly arrogant ( only time arrogance is acceptable is when they are using it in an ironically joking way or to goat someone )  know it all personalities ( yes, yes little Gladion would have a huge beef with mini Granger let me tell you but I still ship it with @therearemoreimportanthings )

Ideal date: Private places where it’s just him and his date. Be It in the library, in secret rooms within the castle, out in a less populated place in Hogsmeade or even outside in the forest. He wants to have deep conversations with his date, speaking on anything and everything- sometimes likes to do debates or just listen to them speak about their passion

Do they have a type?: Loyal, family-oriented, passionate, and ambitious- that’s all folks!

Average relationship length: Is very likely to try to hold on to a relationship until the end. Will only let go if he’s aware of the emotional decay and wouldn’t want his partner to leave on bitter terms. When breaking up with a partner I feel like more times then not both parties are able to be friendly with each other after some time apart.

Any secrets that have been told Gladion will keep to the grave even if they break up and Gladion expects the same from his partner. If his secrets are revealed or his partner cheated on him then sorry buddy your own secrets will be put on blast so everyone and their mothers in France would hear about it....

Preferred non-sexual intimacy: He’s a pretty handsy guy once his partner gives the okay for it. More likely than not in public he’ll always have a hand on them wherever they go,( Hand holding, hand on their back, an arm around their waist etc. ) In private he’s a bit of a tease with his touches ( they’re feathery light and prone to make a person shiver ) and has a tendency to whisper sweet nothings into their ear as they snuggle.

Commitment level: Ride or die kinda man when he’s with a trustworthy partner. Loyal to a fault with eyes only for them, ( unless they both talked extensively with bringing another person in on their relationship ) He’s willing to do almost anything for them if they only ask him of it. Would kill a man no questions asked for their partner.  

Opinion of public affection: If he’s the one doing the affectionate teasing he’ll be smug along with a tad prideful at his partner’s reactions. Now if the tables are turned he will be completely and utterly embarrassed by their actions. He’s the very epitome of unable to take what he dishes out. Will melt into a puddle if his partner starts bragging about him to other people ie “this is my boyfriend Gladion- he’s amazing!” etc  someones got a praise kink whoop s

Past relationships?: None in the default verse. Really his default verse is quiet sad, he’s all alone and I feel so bad... Though a lot of my default verses I don’t give my character friends- partly because if I pick a canon character to be their friend I don’t want someone else who plays that character to feel pressured into being friends with my character. The same line of thought to the romantic side of things, which is why more then not they have never dated anyone else before.

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