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lunarflare64 · 1 month ago
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The usual process in our experience:
Toy! Play! Zoom! -> toy trying to hide under soft floor! Hunter instinct activated ×300! -> toy hid! Get it get it get it! -> I'm hungry is there anything in the food spot -> what toy?
the kitten keeps hiding hairbows under the rug ????? 😭 i don't understand
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fnf-brain-rot · 4 years ago
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[Whitty x Boyfriend]
chapter 1 - He Forgave Me!
note: This story stems off of my book of one shots and short stories. In order to get the full context, go ahead and read "Whitty&Boyfriend-You're forgiven".
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"You what??"
Boyfriend winced and pulled the phone from his ear. "I just told you not to freak out about it!" He pouted. He had to tell Girlfriend where he was and why he was late for his dinner date with her and her parents. Granted yes, walking into a bad part of town searching for a homeless man with no home and nothing to lose, something bad could have happened. He didn't exactly think it through, but his heart was in the right place!
"He's not mad at me though, in fact we talked for a couple hours and we have a lot in common!" Boyfriend quickly tried to reassure her. A shaky sigh was heard on her end of the phone. "Where are you? I'll come pick you up." She then offered. Boyfriend didn't like the idea of them coming all the way down here to get him, but he wasn't exactly up for walking back either. He told her his location and she hung up, and he sighed. He then turned around to face the alley he walked out of. "Whitty?" He called out. The male looked at him, leaning against the wall. He thought he had left already. "Are you sure you don't wanna come with me? I could... give you somewhere to stay.." Boyfriend shoved his hands in his pockets, while Whitty made an uncomfortable expression. "I think I'll be fine down here." He then told him. Boyfriend puffed one of his cheeks, but allowed it. Man he's stubborn. "Well.. I'm gonna go now. If you need me, you know where I am." He hummed. Whitty nodded, then looked back up at the orange sky.
Boyfriend told Girlfriend his location was a couple blocks away as to avoid Whitty being spotted, and he waited there.
Whitty was a tough nut to crack, however this is just day one of his master plan. He was patient, but at the same time he wasn't, however Whitty will be his exception. He didn't get so much out of him, other than his favorite genre of music, favorite foods, favorite colors, and where he came from, however he didn't elaborate on family or friends, anything of the sort. He was completely alone.
Well we can't have that now can we?
For the remainder of the day, all Boyfriend could think about was his new friend, Whitty. He wondered how he was doing. He couldn't help but feel bad. He's sitting in a mansion, with a family, eating delicious food, and comfortable. Whitty has none of those things. He's probably freezing under a single layer of news paper or something, living off of cheap grocery store sandwiches that aren't even that good. He could probably eat a horse right now.
"Bee?" Girlfriend's voice pulled Boyfriend out of his train of thought. He had been toying with his food unintentionally, and the family was starting to think something was wrong. He looked up from his plate to see Mommy and Daddy dearest staring at him. Her mother looked worried. "What's wrong hun? Do you not like the food?" She asked him. His face went a little red, and he shook his head. "N-No ma'm- I mean yes! I do! I just.. I got lost in thought for a moment.." He sighed at his poor wording. Girlfriend stared at him a while longer while her parents excused his behavior to continue eating and talking amongst themselves. "Is it about that guy?" Girlfriend whispered to him. He nodded. He asked her not to tell her parents, though she didn't really understand why. She respected his wishes though, and opted to keep it a secret for him.
"I can take you to see him tomorrow, so you don't have to walk that far." Boyfriend gave her a wide grin, obviously happy about her offer. He began to eat again, happily chatting with her about how he was gonna tell Pico all about it. Speaking of! It was eight at night! He would need to get going if he wanted to see him before the day ended. He finished his plate, thanked her parents for the food, and bounced his way out, waving at Girlfriend from the front door.
"Pico?? Are you up??" Boyfriend had walked to Pico's house, which only took thirty minutes from Girlfriend's place. His legs were still killing him though. So much walking in one day. He knocked on the door, which soon followed with it opening. "Pi- Oh, hey you two." He hummed in surprise. At the door stood Skid and Pump, Skid of course on Pump's shoulders. "Hello Boyfriend! We are here in place of Uncle Pico for spooky month!" Skid exclaimed. "Yeah, it's spooky in here!" Pump backed up his words. Come to think of it, the hallway to the door was pretty dark. "Uh.. So he's not-" Boyfriend was cut off by Pico's voice. "I told you guys not to answer my goddamn door when I'm in the bathroom!" The ginger was heard calling out. "Uh oh!" Skid and Pump quickly skittered away before Pico could get to them. As Pico walked to the door, he turned the hall light on. He was surprised to see Boyfriend at such an hour. "Oh hey Bee, what're you doing here?" Pico raised a brow and leaned on his door frame. It wasn't uncommon for Boyfriend to visit in the later hours, but he walked for so long today, it's a surprise he'd stop by.
"Can I come in? I wanted to talk to you about that guy!" Boyfriend beeped excitedly, causing Pico to chuckle. "Well hurry up and get in here, I don't trust these little shits to not eventually touch one of my guns." He walked away from the door, allowing Boyfriend to step in. He politely closed it behind him. He had a habit to take off his shoes before stepping onto someone's carpet, even if he wasn't staying long.
"Skid!! Pump!! I told you about touching my shit!!" Pico's voice was heard from another room from down the hall, followed by laughter and dramatic screaming as they came barelling down the opposite direction, passing Boyfriend and running into the living room. He couldn't help but laugh as Pico came walking back, a scowl on his face. "Come on, let's sit in the living room." He grunted, Boyfriend happily following behind them.
They sat down on the couch, and Boyfriend rambled on about the events that led up to Whitty being mad at him in the first place, then explained that he managed to find him and apologized. Pico seemed impressed, honestly, leaning against the chair arm behind him as he listened to the blue hair's words. "We talked for a while and I think I'm gonna go see him again tomorrow!" He grinned. Pico felt a bit skeptical. "Sounds like he's caught up in some shit. I mean, maybe not, but this guy is running away from something and never stays in one place for more than a week. You sure you won't be a distraction?" He made a face of concern. The last thing he'd want to happen is for Bee to get hurt over some guy he doesn't really know.
"He said I could come visit him whenever! Well, not whenever, but whenever!" Boyfriend threw his hands up excitedly. Pico hummed, then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. "What's this guy's name anyway? Did he tell you that?" Boyfriend nodded, and opened his mouth to tell him, but he hit a wall.
Whitty told him not to tell anyone his name, no matter who they were. He felt like he could tell Pico though! They were best friends! But.. Pico was basically an assassin.. He could be after Whitty too..
"Bee?" Pico narrowed his eyes, and Boyfriend shook his head to focus. "Oh sorry uh.. N-No.. He didn't tell me his name." He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Pico stared at Boyfriend for a good minute or so, then sighed. "Guy seems shady as hell, no matter how much you two have in common. I can't stop ya from going, but at least.. Be careful around him." He stated, sticking the cancer stick in his mouth. Boyfriend didn't like the negative view people were having on Whitty right now, but that was to be expected, he supposed. A hobo on the run as a friend? It does sound sketchy. He would prove them wrong though!!
That's when the door bell rang. Boyfriend winced once he stepped back on the floor. His feet weren't ready for it. "Must be Lila. Boys!! Lila's back!" He called out. "Momma!!" The two boys came running back down the hallway, Pico following close behind them to open the door.
Boyfriend sighed himself as he damn there limped to the front door as everyone exchanged their words. Lila looked exhausted, holding both boys in each of her arms. Pico looked behind him as Boyfriend slipped past him and Lila to get out. "You're goin' home?" Pico questioned, and Boyfriend nodded. "Thanks for letting me stop by and ramble! I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" He grinned at the ginger, who huffed under his breath. "Yeah.." He agreed. "Hi ms. Lila, bye ms. Lila. By Skid and Pump!" Boyfriend waved to them all, the boys waving back.
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Boyfriend finally made it home. Trudging slowly, he threw himself onto the couch, tired beyond belief. Today was such a long day, he wasn't sure he could even go shower. He took off his shirt and sighed heavily, closing his eyes and relaxing on the sofa. "Don't worry Whitty.. I'll prove them wrong about you.." He spoke to no one in particular, but he felt somewhat happy he felt he had to apologise. He had a new goal in mind.
He and Whitty were gonna be best friends.
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solies-scripts · 5 years ago
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Tamaki NSFW Alphabet
Nsfw is under the cut!
It’s always the quiet ones that will surprise you
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
So much aftercare is required between you two as he is such a sensitive soul really. 
He would feel awful if he didn’t take care of you right after sex so he will always make sure you are cleaned up and will get you something to eat/drink if you need it.
After making sure you are completely alright he will snuggle up close to you as you both get some sleep.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Tama has never really liked anything about himself but since being with you he has started to like his ears more from the attention you give them. He also really likes his hands now because of how good he can make you feel with them.
His favourite body part on you are your thighs. He loves being able to hold onto your thighs will he downs on you to keep you still or when you’re on top of him to keep you close.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He will prefer to cum inside you to keep from making a mess, also because the sight of his cum dripping out of you does something to him that he will never admit to.
If you don’t want him to finish in you he will pull out and finish on your stomach or back.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wouldn’t say no to a threesome with you and Mirio. Maybe even a foursome with you, Mirio and Nejire
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Tamaki will have little to no experience because he hasn’t really had an intimate relationship before you but he will pick up what to do and what you like pretty quickly so you don’t have to worry about that.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
God he loves it when you are on top. He loves being able to look up at you and see you completely fall apart simply from riding his cock. 
Other than that he doesn’t really have much of a preference on positions as long as you are both happy with it.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Tama is more serious as he is really worried about doing something wrong or embarrassing himself. He will laugh and say something a little jokey back to you if you made a joke but he won’t start it himself.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
His pubes are the exact same colour as his hair and he keeps himself well groomed but doesn’t usually shave it all off as he doesn’t feel a need to but if it is something that really bothers you he will be more than happy to go bare.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He is pretty romantic during the moment because he finds the whole situation to be incredibly intimate and a physical representation of your love for eachother. 
He wants you to feel loved during the act otherwise he feels like he has failed as a romantic/sexual partner.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Tama doesn’t masturbate often as he is a pretty busy guy but he does it the urge ever hits him when he has the time.
He would much rather spend that time being intimate with you but if that isn’t an option he will settle for his hand.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Tamaki is willing to try a fair amount of things if that’s what you want but he is happy being completely vanilla with you.
However he is pretty into facesitting, overstimulation,  orgasm denial and praising
(He might also have bit of a daddy kink)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He would much rather be in the safety of the bedroom so there is no risk of being caught but he doesn’t mind having a few rounds with you in the shower too.
If you two live together than he doesn’t care where you two are fucking as there isn’t a chance you will be caught in the act.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Calling him daddy
If you tease him enough then he will take you as soon as he can.
Lingerie or wearing nothing under under one of his shirts will drive him nuts. Just seeing you in one of his shirts makes his heart melt but know that you are only wearing his shirt will get his dick hard.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He will not do anything to hurt you whether it be hitting you or humiliating you, he would feel so awful if he actually hurt you or upset you. 
Also don’t humiliate him either, he is already too anxious as it is.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
This boy lives for going down on you, knowing he can make you feel so good with just his mouth fills him with so much pride.
He can and will spend hours between your legs until you’re a quivering cum soaked mess that can barely form a full sentence from how overstimulated you are.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Tama will usually start more slow and sensual as he is trying to show you how much he loves you but will always end up pounding into you like there is no tomorrow with you clinging onto him for dear life.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He would prefer to have a longer session with you to quickies but every now and then he will be up for a quickie if you two don’t have much time.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
He is willing to experiment with you but he will be completely against trying anything with you in public because he is far too anxious for it. You may be able to get away with some light teasing in public but that is all the risk he will take.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Tamaki has an unreal amount of stamina due to all the training he does so he can alway go 3 to 4 rounds on average but sometimes more on a really good day.
He can last a fair amount of time, enough to make sure you cum before him maybe even more than once.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He does want to use toys with you as he wants to make you feel good in every way he can. He doesn’t use them on himself really but he wants to watch you use them on yourself.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He tries to tease but as soon as you start begging him to let you cum he won’t be able to stop himself from giving you exactly what you asked for by making you cum over and over again.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Tama is pretty loud in bed. He ranges from moans, groans, cursing, whimpers, you name it.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
His neck is really sensitive to point that if you even breath on it he will go crazy.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He is a pretty average size and thickness but his dick has a bit of curve to it which helps him hit all the right spots inside you. 
Also his dick is, like, really pretty? If a dick can be pretty then his definitely is
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Tama’s sex drive is higher than you would expect it to be, he is almost always ready to get dirty with you if you ask for it.
Sometimes he also gets distracted from whatever he is doing because of how much he is thinking of fucking you into the matress
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Tamaki will only fall asleep once all the aftercare has been taken care of because he wants to make sure that you are okay and completely comfortable. He usually falls asleep after you as he likes to take a little bit to just appreciate you a little bit.
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writingsofmyimagination · 5 years ago
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Conjecture |11|
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Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU
Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.
Links to other parts:  | 1 |  2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 
May do one more after this, we’ll see. 
Words:5049
Rating:18+
Warnings: SMUT!! (BDSMish themes, Yoongi Switch, Masturbation, Slight exhibitionism maybe) Swearing, mentions of eating issues, alcohol comsumption. General sass.
Permanent Tags: @msunnsstuff  @rosey-roseu @eyelessmin @backtonormalthings
Reblog, Like, Comment pwwwweeasse :)
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As the coffee machine was whirring away crushing away the strong beans, he remembered the way your eyes flitted when he’d said those words. It was panic. Was it panic because you didn’t feel the same? Or was it just because when he said it? Or was it both? He hated that he didn’t know.
“Are you growing the beans yourself?” He heard you call from the bedroom. The coffee had been sat ready steaming for minutes.
“Sorry baby, I just got distracted” You were sat up, sheet pulled up around you; legs almost pressed to your chest as you took the cup from him. As he stood to leave to start the shower you tugged at his hand, pining. He smiled weakly bending down to give you the kiss you wanted.
“You better not have been heading to the shower without me Min Yoongi”
“And what if I was?” he countered.
“Then I’ll have to you show why it’s better to shower with me”
“I’ll be honest then, I was heading to the shower” he confessed, smile adorning his lips as he grabbed a towel from the side.
“So I’ll see you in a minute then? He added.
“You know I’m a woman of my word” He would never get enough of the teasing smile you rewarded him so often.
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“Sharp scratch” the nurse warned puncturing your skin with a needle. The long tubing snaking its way into a bag filled with liquid loaded with vitamins. Your reflection staring back at you as the makeup artist was puffing powder all over your face. Your manager and his assistant were stood observing the whole process. His PA was your favourite person right now. You were running on minimal sleep, no food and you felt like crap; she had amazingly managed to call out a nurse out for you last minute.
“Okay so the plan is you will be on the red carpet straight after BTS, Yoongi will hold back so the press can get photos of the people behind the collab of the year” 
Your reflection smiled at the compliment. For the show you will be sat at our section a few tables behind the boys until you get called for you performance and your presentation.
“Got it, please don’t go over the plan again”
The heated leather seats of the car contributed to soothing your pre-event nerves. The bright natural white light flashes seeped in; even through the tinted windows.
“They’re ready Miss YL/N” The driver said before leaving the wheel to hold the door open for you. You smiled in thanks as you stepped out onto the carpet with full grace. The muttering and shouting of the press increased. Probably with the excitement that Yoongi is still stood on the red carpet and they are finally going to get pictures of the two of you together. Yoongi was wide eyed staring at you, trying his best to not let his jaw collapse to the floor. 
He’d realised why you’d kept the outfit away from him. The slit of your dress teased the front of your thigh under the royal blue dress. Your thigh was decorated with a leather strap wrapping round attached to a heart shaped metal ring. The dress ruffled neatly, delving into a v at your cleavage. The middle of the dress sat tight enough to reveal your figure but you made sure it was loose enough so you had some room; there would be lots of alcohol consumed throughout the night. It was long brushing lightly against the surface of the velvet red carpet beneath your feet. Your hair was in a pony tail which was curled to perfection, your fringe quaffed round into a wave shape, pinned and secured with copious amounts of hair spray.
Your red carpet smile was on show instantly; greeting the flashes. With elegant steps you took up poses at the ‘photo spot’. For the first time in a long time you was riddled with the pinch of nerves. These would be the first proper public photos of you together and actually ‘together’. Today that ‘together’ was his hand snug to your waist. His fingers digging in gently enough to not be detected in the photo evidence.
“I know why you kept that dress away from me now” leaning his head to your ear; both your smiles refusing to falter.
“Yeah and why’s that” you replied, still staring outwards innocently at the crowd.
“Because you knew for one that I wouldn’t believe how beautiful you look” Roles reversed he was now facing forward and you was leaning in to his ear
“Did I?”
“And two you knew I’d damn well be impatient to fuck you in it” The filth through the sweeter than sweet gummy smile had you turning to face him with a bright happy smile shrouding the absolute shock you felt internally. He mirrored your smile turning to you. The perfect red carpet couple shot.  The onlookers were probably begging to see a kiss. As much as you wanted nothing more; you would not give them the satisfaction. Both of your managements would also probably not take kindly to the action. He took your hand and you moved from the spotlight to the reception of the venue.
“Jesus they went nuts” Hobi chuckled slapping an arm at Yoongi’s shoulders when you re-joined the others. The flurry of noise reverberating around the whole room
“Kpop’s hottest couple” Jin toyed.
“Alright guys, calm your tits” You laughed, your eyes clapped onto another artist from you label and waved to get their attention.
“I’ll see you guys later when you win artist of the year yeah?” Aimed at the guys
“And I’ll see you for our performance” You left him with a gentle squeeze of his hand to join your agency to finally be ushered to your seats.
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The buzz backstage oozed chaotic energy, runners running on their last legs searching for anything anyone needed last minute. You stood in the right wing in the same outfit as the music video; sound from the stage pushing your senses to their limit with the bass. Past the energetic fire of the Monsta X performance you could see Yoongi waiting in the other wing. The static of the radio of one of the stage directors buzzed behind you.
“Y/N” you turned to the call
“Erm Yoongi says you’re going kill it” She stood silent waiting for your response.
“Erm tell him I said to stop being a dweeb”
The stage manager had a smile on her face while communicating your professional message to the other manager. Your legs felt the weakness first, energy draining from your muscles.
The cheers erupted as the performance finished, half the boys heading towards you; Wonho included. The sweat glistening off them walking past you with warm knackered smiles. Wonho had just reached you with an even warmer smile placing a clamming gentle hand on your arm when you collapsed.
Your eyesight still non-existent; a constant blackness. You were conscious; you could make out all the scuffles of shoes scurrying around you.  You recognised the panicked tone of Yoongi, it was harsher and angrier than you remember ever hearing. The words not picked up by your dazed state. You felt a rush of air beside you move as a figure left you and was replaced with another. The blackness turned to fuzziness with colour and clarity finally returned to your vision. Yoongi was staring at you with fierce concern, pupils blown. His hand was stroking your head and brushing your cheek. You’d been moved to a small dressing room and set down on a low sitting sofa. Only Yoongi and the stage manager were present; she was avoiding eye contact leaning against the door finger pressing against her ear piece muttering. The brightness of the room had you squinting as you adjusted to your vision. The desk below the illuminated mirror was littered with an array of bottles powders and god knows what other beauty products.
“5 minutes until you’re up, are we going ahead?”
“Of course not she need medic…” Yoongi snapped
“I’m fine, we’re performing!” you interjected sitting up. You were met with daggers
“We are not” wide eyes looking at you with defiant glare.
You stood almost knocking him back.
“We’re on” Evil stares shooting at Yoongi. You brushed yourself off, gulping down the glass of orange juice which had been placed beside you and walked briskly towards the door. The manager opening the door and following you out. You knew you should have eaten but you just couldn’t; you couldn’t bare the thought of any negative comments about your body. The internet was cruel.
Yoongi’s going to be furious
Eyes welling up; but you had to push them away. The look of the absolute worry was shoved on his face; he may have looked angry but you knew that wasn’t how he really felt. No words were spoken as he was escorted in a rush to the other side of the stage.
Your stage persona fit over your face as smoothly as silk. So did his. He said nothing as you rested back to back waiting for the lights to illuminate. It was awful, the comfort you’d swoon at normally when he was close felt a million miles away.
The fighting and harsh words at the start of the song were strongly meant coming from his mouth; it was the emotion of the start of the song through and through. It hurt. The disagreement in the lyrics transformed into words of reconciliation. This was where your sincere words were laced with apology rung true. The audience were stunned with the secret authenticity of the performance. You’re harmonising with his softer rap even melted Yoongi’s demeanour. The closeness of your bodies singing to each other his hand in yours, fingers locked. You’re final note you hit perfectly, diaphragm giving you all the support it needed. As the lights dimmed, you both partly breathless in your finishing position your head resting on his chest and his hand cupping the back of your neck.
You really felt like the situation had calmed. The pair of you both finding comfort through the work you both lived for. It didn’t stop you briskly walking off in the opposite direction to him, more in shame than anything against him.
You ignored the multiple vibrations on your phone as award after award was given out. In your sight you noticed his head turn to you on multiple occasions moments after you felt another vibration, he was a few tables in front of. Far enough to not have any face to face contact. You finally got the signal to go to backstage. It’s not that you didn’t want to reply you just didn’t know how to talk to about it; so you played safe and avoided it. Temporarily.
“And the artist of the year award goes to” Taking your time building the suspension, the smile reached your face before you spoke
“They’ve achieved a phenomenal amount this year…BTS” you announced with pride blooming through every inch of you. They were all humble in their approach to the stage. You bowed to them one by one, first handing the award to Namjoon. Being closer to the boys they all came in to give you a hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek. Congratulating each one in turn.
“I’m sorr…” you began
“I love you” He whispered before following the others in landing a kiss at your cheek. Your head snapped away with a huge shocked smile you couldn’t depress, unsure how to react. He just smiled as normal as anything compared to your expression.
The twitter memes are going to be priceless.
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“God I love the after party” You sighed relieved slumping yourself onto Yoongi’s lap who was sat a table with his brothers all laughing away. There had been way too much alcohol to thankfully avoid any serious conversation that was overdue and necessary.
The after party was always a place artists and managements could truly relax; all media were not permitted. The lack of nosey eyes allowed artists to relax and be more themselves. You’d see couples that the Kpop world knew nothing about; there was even gay couples which the industry certainly wouldn’t approve of. It was the best part of the MAMA’s for sure. You certainly wouldn’t be able to be on his lap with his hand parked on your bare thigh.
“Bet you didn’t think you’d be think you’d be handing out the award to your boyfriend did ya” Jimin asked, cheeks flushed out with alcohol.
“Actually I had no doubt you’d get it, you’re smashing this industry with a sledgehammer and It couldn’t happen to a better bunch of guys”
“Thank you Y/N but please go back to being the sarcastic, high maintenance woman we know and love, you’ve had way too much to drink”
You shoved Jungkook knocking the cheek out of him. You got yourself up and made your way to the ladies room. Evil plan ready for you to execute; stepping out of your thong and scrunching it in your hand before heading back to the buzzing room, the live band filling the room with all the songs from the last few years. Side stepping and dodging through the sea of inebriated idols you finally got to your table. You resumed your position on Yoongi’s lap pushing your behind down into his lap harder than you needed too; shielding your hand shoving the underwear into his hand like it was normal as you carried on talking to Hobi about god knows what. Yoongi stole a glance as to what’s been gifted to him. His grip on your thigh tightened at the recognition. His hand slid in his pocket exchanging your underwear for his phone. You opened your phone at this vibration
-If we’re not back in our room sharpish I will not be responsible for my actions-
Another vibration.
-I need you in that dress-
You read the texts, not replying on purpose plonking your phone on the table. Yoongi’s hand that was nursing his glass grew tighter. His hand moved further up your thigh unapologetically. You grabbed it standing up removing any more temptation.
“Well I’m going to call it a night guys. I can’t deal with Jin’s dads joke anymore” you teased, Jin flipped you off in retaliation.
“I can say I agree” Yoongi agreed standing up holding your hand; Jimin noticed.
“Yeah sure, we all know why your checking out early” Jimin teased. You were too influenced by alcohol to be embarrassed.
“And what Park Jimin? I can tell you now his hips would even give yours a run for your money.
“ooooooooooo” Jungkook oooed with the others joining in. Jimin shrugged back leaning on the table defeated erupting in giggles. Yoongi shook his head concealing the chuckle funnelling through his lips practically dragging you away before you embarrassed him even more.
“I’m just going to go apologise to Wonho, I’ll meet you by the elevator”
Apparently when you passed out Wonho was the one to catch you and take you to the side room. When Yoongi had rushed in you were conscious again but only just; you were still unresponsive. Yoongi had asked immediately what was wrong and what happened. Wonho knowing you and exactly what it probably was responded ‘She’s fine, she just wouldn’t have eaten’ to which Yoongi snapped back ‘Well that’s not exactly fine is it, get out!’ You remembered hearing a harsh tone which you now know belonged to Yoongi.
//
“You did not compare my hip movements to Jimin’s”
“It… it just came out, I’m sorry” You laughed stepping into the elevator. Giggles carrying on as you leant against the back on the mirror.
“You definitely will be” Flushing his body against yours as the doors dinged shut.
“What? You going to get those hips working?” you teased smirking at each other before he punished you with a hot kiss. You pulled at his shirt needing every part of him as close to you as humanly possible. The heat that flooded every inch you when he was flush against you.
“Aren’t we going to talk about earlier?” His forehead leaning on yours, hands cradling yours.
“Leave that until tomorrow plleeaaasseee” you whined.
“I promise we’ll talk about it, I just need you first” you added.
“Well I better make you sure don’t have the energy to get out of bed for a while then”
//
You dragged him into you by his tie pressing you against the desk in the hotel room. His lips showering yours with attention, his hands preoccupied smoothly gliding up the outside of both of your thighs dragging it over your behind.
“You smell and look sooo good” Inhaling at your neck, the exhale heating your skin already flushed with heat; result of the alcohol and the need for him. His fingertips now up the inside of your thigh. The anticipation had you gripping harder your already balled fist entangling the chest of his white shirt. His jacket already shed on the floor. You hand gripped his wrist.
“Uh uh” you teased
“Not yet” His eyes rolled, bottom lip pushed out.
“Don’t pout” you scolded. You pushed him giving yourself room to escape to grab a chair round the oak wood table and placed it facing the bed. He waited obediently for you to fetch him by his tie; shoving him into the chair stepping yourself over one of his thighs. You began fiddling his tie un-done; his eyes following your movements with a diligent gaze, hoping to get a glimpse of where you were going.
“Hands behind your back” Eye flashing excited gazing up at you. You tightened the tie at his wrists.
“I’ve happily imagined having you tied up to a chair since you released Agust D” you confessed. His head shot up contorted with a raised eyebrow
“I can think you’re an asshole and still want to fuck you” justifying yourself. He smirked with approval.
“You know when I’ve had a drink my patience and control over myself sucks, please tell what you’re planning, I’m already desperate …”
“Well this will be frustrating for you then” straddling one of his thighs teasing each and every one of his button undone. Giving you access to the milky skin beneath. Nails scratching down his torso; faint red trails down his stomach.
“You really are a tease you know that”
“Would you want me any other way?”
He responded with silence.
“Thought so, you’re going to watch me get myself off” His head shot straight to your direction as you sat on the edge of the bed crossing your legs.
“Wh…”
“But you’re going to tell me how to do it” you interjected as you stood
“Dress on or off” already clasping at the zip.
“On” your eyebrow cocked in response.
“If anyone’s going to strip that dress off you it’s going to be me” You shrugged your shoulders loosely and slid yourself on the bed, holding his gaze tightly with yours.
“Shall I start here” placing your hand on the inside of your thigh
“Mmmhmm go slowly higher” you did. Depending on how desperate he was will influence how much he will tease and torture you. Generally when he’s tipsy he’ll torture you until you’re near enough crying with desperation for any contact which he normally denies you; when he’s past tipsy he’s impatient. It’s a dangerous line you love to walk.
“Tell me how wet you are for me”
So he’s way past tipsy
His eyes were raging with nothing but fire yet the way he was fidgeting told you he was struggling. And you hadn’t even done anything yet.
“How desperate are you to know?” Teasing yourself, you were so wet; and he’d hardly done anything as well as you.
“Please baby” he whined
“I need to know”
He was right
“Wet enough for you to come and fuck me right now” your words dousing the fire in his eyes with petrol
He was not expecting that.
You ran your fingers slowly through your arousal, not patient enough to have no contact but patient enough to go slow until he’d finished picking his jaw up from the floor.
“Go in slow circles baby, I love watching you get impatient”
He kept you doing slow circles for far too long. The asshole always did it, seeing you slowly build, craving anything harder and faster; he thrived on it. You’d curse and whine but when the orgasm ripped through you, all that slow build released in an instant always had you thanking him.
He said nothing; eyes fixated on only you. You’d fully laid on the bed doing as he asked.
“Yoongi” you whined, the fabric of your dress becoming uncomfortable at your heating skin.
“Mmmhmm” he replied
“Please give me more” You didn’t need more, the spring at your centre was already tightening; you  wanted nothing more.
He ignored your request and remained silent. Eyes taking everything in; how your back was arching off the bed, how your whines became longer and more breathless. He let you carry on until your legs began to quiver
“Stop!” You did but more out of surprise than actual obedience.
“I’m not giving you that baby, you know that’s mine”
           You’d never tell him but you loved how selfish he’d become; every orgasm he wanted to steal from you. He wanted each one to be caused by him. It killed him to go away and you made damn sure you teased him and drove him crazy when he was; he made damn sure he got you back when you were home.
“You’re cruel!” you panted in defeat hauling yourself off the bed. You straddled his waist the bulge in his trousers pressing against your throbbing core and rocked a few times; stealing a soft moan past your lips.
“And you’re not? He countered.
Fair point
“Tell me why I should untie you?” sucking in your bottom lip
“Because you love it when I fuck you so hard that you scream my name and I can’t do that if I’m tied to a chair can I and I’ve been good for you”
He was not wrong and he knew it.
Kissing him you went behind him and pulled at the knot releasing him. You slid the shirt of his shoulders. He left and made his way to the balcony door unclicking the lock.
What the fuck, now is not the time to get some air
“You coming?” his expression gave nothing away, looking as calm and stoic as he does when resting.
In a huff you crossed your arms pouting
“I thought you were going to fuck me? You’re making me regret untying you”
“I am…on the balcony, so get yourself out here before I drag you out” You stood their blank, your body preparing for the adrenaline you felt start to heat up. You took a few seconds of pondering the consequences of getting caught, before your body took over and went out putting its needs above your better judgement. The sea of still orange hued lights mingled with the specs of headlights moving slowly through the streets.
If you wasn’t so desperate you’d have felt the chill of the breeze lazily swaying in the air. The second your foot hit the cold stone floor you were dragged and pushed hard against the rails, his frustration apparent. Nails biting harder through your dress; hands running up the slit of your dress less than delicately. The tips of your hands tugging at the base of his hair at his neck keeping his lips harsh against yours.
“You’re so wet for me, and you didn’t let me have it” He purred into you.
“It’s all yours now” you dragged his hand through how much you needed him. Your sigh was captured in his mouth, he pressed himself against your body harder pleased with the result.
“You’re just so impatient” you teased. His hand switching and taking control of yours and near enough threw you round pressing your stomach firmly against the cold barrier; hands automatically bracing round the bar as he shoved your dress up and over your ass.
“What if someone see’s, our neighbours have balconies to you know” your voice pitching higher at the end when his hand came down harsh; stinging your behind. Part of you was too far gone to care who saw, but your rational side knew it would be an absolute media shit storm.
“They’ll only see if we take too long, and there’s no way that’s happening baby” his belt brushed against your behind unhooked and undone as he relieved himself from his trousers.
“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m ready Min Yoongi” you warned needing everything from him right now.
“Done” he obliged pulling your hips backs; perfect angle for him to thrust into you.
“You feel so fucking sweet” he panted through a heavy breath.
“Shut up and just make me cum already” you commanded, pushing back into him. You were met with a violent tug your neck was strained, hair pulled back.
“Now who’s impatient” You wordlessly responded clenching around him. His head knocked into the top of your shoulders; faltering.
“God you’re going to end me one of these days” he gurgled at your neck. Time was a non-existent factor, neither of you needed long, the anger, the passion, the alcohol saw to that.
“Tell me your close, cum for me” he panted; knowing he was not going to be able to keep going for much longer.
“Ask me again” you whined, releasing your hand from the rails and ran them up to your clit. His hips starting to buck unevenly.
“Please fucking cum for me, I want to feel you shake around me as you cum…undone” he stuttered.
You were done, crying out expletives into the brisk night whining his name.
“Jesu…”
You were both done. Adrenaline pouring out you. You’d just let one of the biggest hip hop idols fuck you on the balcony of your hotel; and you didn’t get caught.
“I take it we’ve made up fully now” you enquired in a half chuckle.
“I could never stay mad at you. I just want you to be happy, with me and within yourself. Promise me we’ll work on this”
The pair of you looked less like animals and more of a couple enjoying the ethereal skyline together. You were in his arms, gazing into his blown out eyes. Both of your chests slowing down bit by bit.
“I love it when you’re soppy; if only army knew just how much” you toyed. He nudged you from the side.
“I promise I’ll try, be patient with me” finally accepting now you was in the unit with him you needed to sort your shit out.
“Well never stop being a complete closet softie and fucking me like that and we’ll be fine” quickly coating over the seriousness with cheek and humour. Your star move.
“I better start making sure I leave my studio a bit earlier then, can’t have you going without  what your incredible ass deserves can I” he tucked your hair behind your ear, resting his forehead against yours.
“Well if I knew all it took for you to say that was me slipping some underwear to you in public I would have done it sooner. You pushed your hands against his chest. Your body fully drained of adrenaline; the pinch of the freeing air was beginning to feel harsh against your skin. He shot you a defeated smirk as you walked past heading in to the warmth of the room.
“I’m going to replace this dress with fluffy pyjama’s seeing as you can’t resist me in it”
He Followed your footsteps into the warmth.
“Baby I can’t resist you in anything, especially! your pink unicorn pyjamas”
“If your hinting for round two you can forget it, I’m exhausted” His hand pinched at your zip unlatching the metal teeth with the other hand edging round your hip.
“I thought that was a pretty good try for me” You Slipped out of the snug dress, it pooling at the floor round your ankles.  You unhooked your bra and quickly snuggled yourself in your fluffy top. A mocking wolf whistle left his lips. The daggers you shot him were broken down by your lips which couldn’t do anything but find his sarcasm amusing.
“Fuck you Yoongi” you sniped. Your bag thudding on the floor. Knowing the fake seriousness was non-existed in your pyjama top and nothing else
“Yeah?” He closed the space between you with rapid predator steps. The lack of time stole you your chance to defend yourself. You squealed as you were shoved onto the bed hands pinned above your head.
“I know you’re tired you so I just want you to lay back and let me take care of you, I do promise you’ll be even more tired after you’ve had me between your legs. I just want to hear you whine for me once more” Your eye’s shone brightly absorbing the sparkle that danced in his.
“God I love you” you breathed. His hand trickling over your chest under your top blossoming the goosebumps in a trail of where his hands had been
“But if you don’t hold me all god damn night after this I’ll…” He cut you off, the kiss was hot, hard but full of need and want with a undertone of softness he’d reserved only for you.
“If you take this off I will” He tugged at your jumper lifting it up giving him access to clamp his lips over one of your buds.
“I thought you couldn’t resist me in it?” You teased, his kisses going lower.
“Your skin against mine though feels much better”
“Fine! Now are you going to make me victim of your tongue technology or not”
“You know damn well I will”
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levi-inthesun · 5 years ago
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It’s Just You and Me, Baby
Part 1: Baby Shark
Summary: Scott Lang is turned into a baby while the team is trying to figure out time travel. Trouble is, they can't seem to turn him back into an adult. As the only ones w/out any sort of science knowledge past High School, you and Steve have to look after him.
A/n: if this exact story already exists I am so sorry. Part of me feels like I may have read something similar, but I'm not really sure? ALSO, this was meant to be a one and done thing buuuuut suddenly I already have a good chunk of the second part written. Oops.  A/N- I read this after posting annnnd whoops I did not edit this damn thing. SO I am doing it now :)
Warnings: Swearing, a tiny bit of smut near the end (first time writing anything, bear with me), sexual frustration (bc you & steve are competitive asses in a relatively small space).
Steve Rogers x Reader
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Steve called out your name over the sound of baby Scott crying. "He won't stop!"
You could hear the desperation in his voice and forced yourself to get up from your nap. Rubbing your groggy eyes, you walked into the common room and saw Steve, tears of his own in his eyes, doing his best to shush his tiny teammate.
"Have you tried singing to him?" You asked, voice flat.
Steve nodded, "That's when he started crying."
"Damnit. Ok, give him here," Steve gently handed you the baby, and he automatically started calming a tiny bit.
"That isn't fair," he grumbled under his breath.
You looked at him incredulously. "You're telling me you wouldn't feel calmer if I, in particular, were holding you?"
Steve blushed slightly, and your heart betrayed you by skipping a beat, or two. Ignoring it to the best of your abilities, you sat down, adjusted Scott so he was sitting on your stomach, your legs keeping his wobbly body propped up, and began singing-
"Baby shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo. Baby shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo. Baby shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo. Baby Shark!"
You kept going with the song, doing the hand motions along with it and soon enough, baby Scott was giggling and clapping.
After a while, Scott was just fine playing with some toys on his blanket on the plush carpeted floor. You turned to Steve and was about to say something when he suddenly stood up, chuckling slightly and moving to fix your hair. It had turned into a bit of a rat's nest during your not so great nap.
"Your hair looks nice," steve teased as he gently ran his fingers thru the knots.
You rolled your eyes, hoping to distract from the blush that was rising at him being so close.
"I think I'm just gonna take a shower, make me coffee?" You asked, stepping back and placing a kiss on Scott's little soft head.
"Sure," he said, smiling softly.
You would have taken your sweet time in the shower, but you knew coffee awaited you, so you were quick. Walking into your bedroom with a towel around your body, you began digging through your dresser. Steve cleared his throat from the doorway and you turned around quickly. Had you not been so surprised your jaw would have dropped.
Somehow, Steve looked like an entire meal despite being so desperate for Scott to stop crying earlier. Then he had looked messy, had vomit stains on his t-shirt, the whole baby-nine-yards. Now, he was in a clean shirt that accentuated his chest and arms, and a pair of jeans that you just knew did wonders for 'America's ass'.
You realized you were staring too long when a smirk grew on Steve's lips and you went to grab the coffee from him, but his hold on it didn't budge, bringing you closer to him.
"You smell nice," he whispered, voice low.
You gulped loudly and attempted to say thanks when you suddenly had the coffee in your hands and he sauntered away. You quickly shut the door and let your head rest on the door.
You had to get him back (get him back, what the hell were you thinking?) And knew exactly what to do.
A few minutes later, you walked out of your room towel-drying your hair and Steve swore his throat closed up right then and there. You were wearing your longline, push up sports bra (you had no idea why push up sports bra were a thing until right then) and a pair of high waisted jeans that sculpted your lower body perfectly. You sat on the couch next to Steve and began braiding your hair back, towel forgotten on the floor (you'd pick it up later).
You watched Steve from the corner of your eye as your back arched slightly, arms up, braiding your hair. You saw his eyes widen and had to almost physically stop yourself from smirking. You got to the point where you could keep braiding your hair by bringing it over your shoulder, and as you continued you looked over at Steve from under your eyelashes and you swear you heard him sigh.
(Maybe this was mean... Nah) your tongue darted out to wet your lips then softly bit your lower lip, looking around and settling into the couch as you finished off your braid. Steve still later there, body turned towards you and you giggled slightly when you realized he was working to control his breathing.
Flicking your braid back over your shoulder you leaned over to him and rubbed your thumb near his lower lip, "You had something there," you whispered, getting up to check on baby Scott, who has somehow perfectly timed his crying.
It had been over a week and they weren't any closer to getting Scott back to normal. By now, you and Steve were sharing a large apartment in the compound because it was just easier.
"How long are you going to keep this game up? I swear one of you should just jump the others bones- should have a long time ago, if you ask me."
Nat complained every time she had the chance, which was often, but she secretly loved having her very own entertainment- the last few years have been incredibly lonely.
"Well, no one asked you," you rolled your eyes as you continued bouncing. Bruce had gotten one of those baby wraps for you and Steve, said it was a late baby shower present. Scott loved it. You could just attach him to you, him facing the world, and you didn't have to physically hold him. "And I think I'm winning," you added, winning at your friend.
"Well no duh!" Nat called out, standing up. "Steve has been pining after you since you first joined the team," she whispered to you. "Put the man out of his misery," she added as she began walking off.
"Whatever, tiny Scott, I'm having fun and I'm winning, I don't care what the cranky lady says," you said as you opened the door to take a walk outside.
"Hey!" Steve called your name, running up to where you were. "You two going on a walk?" He asks, smirk present as you failed at not looking at his shirtless body.
"Yup," you replied.
"Mind if I join?" He asked his finger now in Scott's hand.
"I guess. Are you going to put on a shirt?" You silently cursed at the way your voice ever so slightly shook.
Instead of answering he grabbed the now shut door and you walked out.
The walk had been excruciating. Steve was basically perfect, even offered to take Scott from you but THAT you knew you wouldn't be able to handle. Shirtless Steve holding a baby?
Halfway through, Scott began to scream bloody murder. You stopped at a park bench and took him out of the wrap, checked his diaper, tried to feed him. Everything you could think of.
"Just hold him facing me, ok?" You nodded and Steve stooped down and began fucking singing baby shark, hand motions and all and Scott immediately chilled out.
Back at the compound after Steve put Scott down for a nap, he slunk in the couch right next to you, knees touching.
"I fucking hate that song," he stated, turning to look at you. "I had to watch that stupid fucking video so many times to get the hand motions right, oh my god."
You chuckled, agreeing before turning to him. "God, it's kind of hot when you swear," your voice sultry.
"Oh?" Steve said, his face getting closer to yours.
You could feel his breath hot on your lips when Nat burst in yelling your name.
"It's important. Come on!" She grabbed you by the hand and practically had to drag you out of there. When you were in the elevator, Nat burst out laughing.
"What is so goddamn funny, Natalia?" You asked, incredibly annoyed.
"I was watching-" she started trying to catch her breath, "the-the security cameras," she forced a deep breath thru her lungs, "and couldn't resist. You two have been driving us nuts, serves you right to get cockblocked." By the time she finished her signature smirk was on her lips.
You desperately wanted to be annoyed, but seeing Nat laughing like that- it was like before. Your eyes showed your emotions, and Nat caught it, recognizing what happened. Quickly, however, you were rolling your eyes and getting out of the elevator.
"Your welcome!" She called after you, teasing.
You flipped her the bird and heard her cackle.
Back in what was nicknamed, apartment Baby, Steve was picking up the baby stuff that littered the floor.
"What was that all about?" He asked, throwing another toy in the wicker basket.
You walked up to Steve and hugged him. His surprise faded quickly and he hugged you back just tight enough.
When you pulled away, he saw the tears trying to escape and his features softened.
You pulled him to the couch, and still holding his hand you turned to him.
"Nat was laughing, like, really truly laughing, Steve. It- it was like before when we would all play pranks on each other to blow off steam, and Nat- the goddamn super-spy and assassin would give herself away because she couldn't stop laughing right before the prank was pulled and it just...." you sniffed, and Steve gave your hand a squeeze, "I know we have, at one time or another, mentioned that we have all lost so much, it just, it hadn't hit me as hard as it did when she started laughing..." your voice trailed off for a moment before you found the words you were looking for.
"It hit hard when Buck was suddenly gone, for both of us. He became my best friend here. He grounded me in a way I've never known before. And, and Peter, god that kid has my heart- what I mean is, is that I've dealt with the grief of losing people I love. That pain is normal, constant. What I haven't dealt with is the fact that there are parts of us missing, those of us still here."
You didn't realize you were crying so hard until Steve wiped a tear away and pulled you into his side. You took in a shaky breath and closed your eyes for a minute.
"I, I don't know how to deal with this," you sobbed into his shirt.
You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you stopped crying when you heard Scott begin to cry. You tried to get up, but Steve stopped you, and you heard the song 'baby shark' begin playing in Scott's nursery.
"I got F.R.I.D.A.Y. to play it anytime he starts crying." Steve shrugged.
A small smile appeared on your lips before you shook your head and let out a sigh, pulling away from Steve.
"Whatever, though, right?" You started, and Steve's eyebrows crinkled together in concern. "We are gonna fix it. Everyone will come back and it will be fine. Whatever."
"No," Steve replied and your head turned sharply, almost mad. How dare he not let you be ignorant about feeling your feelings!?
He turned to face you, holding your face in his hands.
"It does matter even if we do succeed. Because even if they come back, there are parts of us that died with them, that we may never get back," Steve's voice was soft yet firm at the same time. Your name came from his lips like a caress to the cheek, "if you don't allow yourself to grieve this loss, just like the loss of our friends," he shook his head slightly, "our family, you are going to lose even more of yourself and I don't think I could bear watching that happen."
Steve placed a kiss on your forehead and the tears began falling again, this time though, you saw tears fall down Steve's cheeks too. So you placed a kiss on his cheek, wrapped your arms around his middle, and cried with him.
It was three weeks of the song baby shark. Three weeks of this stupid competition to see which one of you would get too horny and break. Three weeks of the luxury of being so close to Steve. Three weeks until Bruce could get the time machine working just so, to bring Scott back.
You place baby Scott in the machine gently and placed a kiss on his chubby cheek.
"I'm gonna miss you, you little bastard," you said, stepping back to stand with Steve.
"I think I will too, just a little," Steve stated.
Steve took your hand in his, something that had become extremely comfortable to you both that you didn't even notice.
Then, a few seconds later, Scott was back in his adult form and you were free.
You began packing your thing up from the apartment you were sharing with Steve when he came in.
"What are you doing?" Steve's frustrated voice carried to you from across the room.
"Well, we aren't parents anymore," you shrugged and got back to packing.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y.," Steve said loudly. "Please turn off the security camera in the common rooms of this apartment, this is personal."
"Yes, Captain Rogers," the A.I.'s voice responded. "All cameras in apartment 'Baby' are now off."
Steve muttered a thanks before taking a few quick strides over to you.
"What was that for?" You asked, confused.
Steve looked you up and down and you remembered you were wearing a pair of boy short underwear and a bralette.
"You win," he whispered before taking your lips with his.
He kissed you like there wasn't enough time in the world. Like you were the only person he had ever wanted to kiss. His lips never left yours, his hands roaming your uncovered skin, pushing you back until your back met the wall and a moan left your lips.
Steve pulled back suddenly and you whimpered slightly at the loss. You looked in his eyes and swore he looked like he would eat you-
"God I could eat you up," he growled and next thing you knew, he had thrown you over your shoulder and you shrieked.
Steve only faltered when 'Baby Shark' began to play over the speakers. Frustrated (in more ways than one, you thought) Steve set you down on the couch and you rubbed your hands over your face. Just as Steve was about to tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. to stop, Scott burst into the room.
"You know, I weirdly love this song," he said smiling before leaving just as quickly as he had come in.
Once Steve had gotten the A.I. to turn it off and told it the song was no longer needed, Steve sat down next to you, his hand resting on your thigh.
"What a mood killer," you finally said and to both of your surprise, Steve burst out laughing.
You watched, confused, as his eyes crinkled and his hand went up and grabbed his chest and his entire body shook. When he finally calmed down, he turned to you and recognized the emotions playing across your face from earlier. His face began to show concern when smiled and moved so you were on your knees, straddling Steve's legs and you cupped his cheeks in your hands so that he had to look up at you.
"There you are," you said softly and a tear trickled down his cheek from the sudden mix of emotions moving from joy to a sudden deep sadness. You kissed the tears falling before placing a kiss on his forehead, another on his nose, one on his jaw, then placing a kiss on his cheek.
You pulled back, just enough to see Steve's face and you smiled. Steve gave you a soft smile before placing a kiss just as soft on your lips, then another and soon, he was kissing you somehow just as thoroughly as before, however, this time, he was taking his time. You felt goosebumps as his hands smoothed over your ribs, down to your hips where his hands rested, guiding you to sit in his lap. Your own hands moved from gripping the back of his head, one to stay, fingers threaded through his grown-out hair, the other gliding down his neck, over his impressive chest muscles, then back around to hold yourself as close to him as you could. Steve scooted forward on the couch and you let your legs wrap around his hips before he stood up, his hands pressing firmly into your hips and ass. 
He began placing open mouth kisses on your neck, biting down softly.
“Your room or mine?” you breathed and he chuckled slightly, walking into whichever room was closest and kicking the door shut with his foot.
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hjerte-starter · 7 years ago
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Aph: Netherlands and Portugal
It’sNedPort theeeen~ I usually have all this hcs with Nyo!Portugal, but they alsowork with canon Portugal so, it could be as you want.
General:
Rate the Ship -       Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! |     Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is  this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs – I  LOVE THEM BUT THEY DON’T GET THE LOVE THEY DESERVE
How long will they last? – I see  them as a very chill and open relationship. Little drama, so they’re going to last long.
How quickly did/will they fall in love? – They took their time. A long time. They first share a “just     sex” relationship, no love intended. But things developed with time. Ned  was probably a lot more reticent about coming to terms with his feelings, especially because “feeling something” towards someone so… different (and so look alike Spain ashfahfa) wasn’t on his plans at all. He fell in love first, but was the last to admit it. Portugal took a little more time to felt     something, but when the time came, he didn’t struggle to much to admit it.
How was their first kiss? – No romance, no butterflies. They were teasing each other about whatever until Port came with a “Wanna kiss? You are bored, I’m bored. We’re both hot. Let’s have some fun”. Ned went with the idea because, why not?
Wedding:
Who proposed? – The Netherlands.     He bought the most expensive ring he could find and ask Port to marry him     sailing on high seas (their favorite place to be). Port probably said “Did     you really spend money on a ring?? I thought you were going to gimme an     onion ring. You must really love me, dude”
Who is the best man/men? –   Denmark, of course. Ned’s best bro.
Who is the braid’s maid(s)? – Belgium 
Who did the most planning? –  They leave all the planning on Belgium’s hands. She was like those wedding  planners from TV shows, like “I WANT ONE THOUSAND TULIPS AND CARNATIONS     FALLING FROM THE CEILING!”
Who stressed the most? – Neither   of them. They just watched Bel going nuts over NOT HAVING THE PERFECT COLOR FOR THE AISLE CARPET.
How fancy was the ceremony?     -      Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish     they were this big. – Belgium’s fault. Again. It wasn’t bigger just because Ned cut the budget.
Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? – Ned erased Spain’s name from the guest list  and didn’t send him the invitation. But his plan failed, much to his  dismay
Sex:
Who is on top? – The Netherlands most of the time. But they’re both open to try it the other way around.
Who is the one to instigate things? – Portugal. He/She likes to tease Ned until he stops whatever he’s     doing and take him/her to bed… or to the floor…. Or to the desk of Ned’s  office (Port’s favorite place, tbh)
How healthy is their sex life?     -      Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple     weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 |  9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now – If it weren’t     because Ned take his job and his business pretty seriously and sometimes     has too much work… they would be on top of each other all the time.
How kinky are they? -      Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt     stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9  | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head. – Port’s an adventurer, Ned’s has a     business on the red district. Nothing normal could get out of that.
How long do they normally last?  – They repeat several times if they had the time. But they have to  make it quick on the mornings and when they’re on Ned’s desk afasjhfaf
Do they make sure each person  gets an equal amount of orgasms? – Of course, especially Ned
How rough are they in bed?     -      Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s     shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne     Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time     they do it. – What the hell with     the descriptions afsafhsafbasfbamfba. They’re both pretty rough, but Ned’s     more silent when it comes to sex, Port’s a dirty talker, but he/she doesn’t     abuse of that.
How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -      No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the     couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more     often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. – At first they were the “No touching   after sex” couple. But now Port is a lot more willing to cuddling and  showing love, even in public. Ned’s still more reticent to do that (to Port’s delight, as he/she loves teasing him with that)
Children:
How many children will they  have naturally? – If we are talking about Nyo!Port… Maybe two.
How many children will they  adopt? - One
Who gets stuck with the most diapers? – Ned is the one to make the dirty job.
Who is the stricter parent? –  Ned, of course. Port’s the cool one kahfkjahfa
Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? – Both, depending on the “stunt”. Probably Ned’s is going to do that more that Port.
Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? – Ned, but the one to cook them is Port
Who is the more loved parent? –     Port is less strict, so probably him/her.
Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?: Ned, ‘cause Port wouldn’t pay attention (and would flirt with the teacher)
Who cried the most at  graduation? - Port
Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? – Ned. (Port would be like “Where am I going to get money to get you out of jail, for God’s sake!”)
Cooking: 
Who does the most cooking? – Portugal, of course! Lots of pastéis de Belém for everyone!
Who is the most picky in their food choice? – Port, as he/her has a better taste in food. Ned’s more  like “Let’s eat whatever is less expensive”
Who does the grocery shopping? –  Ned. He wouldn’t let Port going alone to do something that involves spending money.
How often do they bake desserts? – Once per week, at least.
Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? – Meat with salad and they’re happy.
Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? – Ned, as he is the less likely to cook on daily life, that would be a very nice surprise. (Also because he is secretly and old fashioned romantic but, shhh)
Who is more likely to suggest going out? – Ned. He doesn’t want his kitchen to get dirty, remember? kahfkjasfjashfas
Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? – Port. Not because he’s bad at     cooking, but because he could be a little clumsy sometimes and is easily     distracted.
Chores: 
Who cleans the room? – Ned. He’s somewhat a cleaning maniac, so if he wants things doing as he likes… he has to do it himself.
Who is really against chores? – It’s not like Port is against doing chores… but if Ned likes to do that… Well, Port doesn’t have any problem with watching TV instead.
Who cleans up after the pets? –  Port. He/she bought a bunch of hens and chickens so he/she has to clean them.
Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? – Port. Ned would NEVER do that.
Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? – None of them, really.
Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? – Do you really think that in Netherland’s house you’ll find a dollar lost between the cushions?? No, no, no that ain’t happening (?) ajkfhsajkfhjsa
Misc:
Who takes the longer showers/baths? – Port. He/she enjoys the feeling of water against the  skin. Ned’s more practical. Quick and cheaper showers, of course.
Who takes the dog out for a walk? – Both of them together, why not?
How often do they decorate the  room/house for the holidays? – Ned likes to have a nice house, so they  usually do it.
What are their goals for the relationship? – Go with the flow. Whatever happens, happens. As long as they are happy and comfortable with each other, everything is fine.
Who is most likely to sleep  till noon? – PORTUGAL.
Who plays the most pranks? – Portugal!  But when Ned plays them, they could get a little dark (and they usually involve Spain asakha)
Thanks for asking meee
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