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scarletaqua · 9 months

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All night (18+)

G!p Bada Lee x Fem! Reader

Another Bada x reader for y’all.

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Y/n took a night shift as a receptionist at a building where Bada practices her dance.

“You working late tonight, Y/n?”

You look up to see the building’s janitor signing out and picking up his things. “Yeah, Sarah called in. You done cleaning? Drive home safe alright”

The building that you work in is open until the devil’s hour. Open for those who are passionate about dancing. Each practice rooms have their own small space inside to rest and a bathroom to freshen up. You look at the sign in sheet to keep track of the people coming in and out. One name caught your eye, the one who’s been bugging your mind since you started working in this place.

When you first met her, she gave you a charming smile as she signed her name down. You found yourself falling in love with her. Anticipating her arrival in your every shift. She never misses a day, as if she knew what days or time you were working. You just thought that it was a coincidence, as she seems so passionate about her dancing. You look back at the sheet and check the time she signed in. She signed in 6 hours ago, she must be exhausted. You traces you fingers on her name admiring her handwriting. Bada Lee

“Hey Y/n, I checked all the rooms and there’s only few people who’s practicing. All of them are packing up already.” You see the guard talking to you as he walks towards your desk. “You think you can close by yourself tonight? You only need to lock few rooms and the front door.”

“Sure, I can do that.”

“Thanks. Y/n”

You turn to look at the sheet again to see which rooms you need to close. A group of people came out drawing your attention to them, you gave them the sheet to sign out. You couldn’t see all of their faces as some of them are behind one another. You stood up from your seat after they all signed out and exit the front door. You lock the front door first before you began locking the rooms and checking if they left something behind. The next room that you went in still has the light turned on. You can also hear a faint music playing. You look around and saw a bag on the floor. You walked towards the door inside the practice room and knocked.

“Hello? Is anyone in here? We’re closed for tonight”

You put your ear on the door, trying to hear if anyone is inside. You were gonna reach for the knob when the door opened. You look up to see Bada with a towel around her neck and without a shirt.

“I-i’m sorry, I was just checking i- if anyone’s inside”

You look away in embarrassment as you heard Bada laugh. You try to calm yourself down, you just saw her in her sports bra. Your mind can’t think about anything except how the water on her hair runs down to her shoulders and to her chest. You still have your back turned towards her, you wait for her to pack up her things. The faint music stopped playing and you felt something tickling your neck.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault”

You turn your head slightly on the side towards the mirror and saw Bada leaning down behind you. It was her hair that tickled you earlier. Bada places her hands on your hips pulling you closer to her. You saw yourself looking so small in her arms, Bada also turns her head towards the mirror and smiles at you.

“It’s good to see you Y/n, by now you probably noticed that you’re one of the reasons why I come here”

Your ears are burning as she whispers those words in your ear. You can’t move as she wraps her arms around your waist. You can feel her body heat on your back, your heart is beating fast and your face flushed. As her words sink in, you cover your face with your hands, trying to hide it from her. You turn to look at the mirror again bringing you hands down slightly. Bada’s eyes trail down your figure biting her lips and admiring the way you fit against her.

“Don’t think that I never noticed you staring at me whenever I signed in”

Bada places her nose against your neck then pulls back a bit to turn you around and kissed you hungrily. You gasp at the sudden sensation but responded with the same reaction and brought your arms around her neck. Your mind cannot process what’s happening but your body reacts differently. You breaks the kiss as you catch your breath, she places her forehead against yours and smiles.

“I want more. I want all of you Y/n”

You nod your head yes giving Bada an answer, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back when it comes to her. She captured your lips once again pinning you on the mirrors. Loving the way you arch your back as you try to deepen the kiss. Bada groan as you bit and suck her bottom lip. Her hands travelling down your back, cupping your back side as she parts your legs with hers. You break the kiss and placed your head against her shoulder as you grinds yourself down her thigh. Bada looks down at you, eyes filled with lust seeing you lose your mind just by grinding on her.

“You’re killing me, Y/n.”

You looked at her panting, your eyes pleading for more. Bada’s cock throbs against her sweatpants when she saw you look at her with those eyes, you look down to see a big tent in her pants. You’ve heard about girls having a dick before. It’s a rare condition, but never you would’ve thought that Bada is one of them. You placed your hand on top of her waistband, loving the way Bada pushes her hips to your hand, eager to feel your fingers on her skin. You can see the pre-cum leaking from her pants, and you cannot wait to get a taste.

“Oh Y/n. You’re driving me crazy”

“What do you want me to do?”You can’t help but tease her a bit, prolonging the action a little.

“Your mouth”

Bada is now gripping your waist pulling you against her as she grinds her hardness between your thighs. You can feel her cock move, begging to be touched. You slowly slip your hand inside her sweatpants and notice that she’s not wearing any thing underneath. You grasp her cock from the inside and pump her slowly. Her cock barely fits you hand, you wonder how big she really is. You trail you eyes down from her stomach to her covered cock, her veins from above the waistband running down inside of her sweatpants. Bada is growing impatient, she put her hand on top of your head and pushes you down, guiding you on your knees.

“Don’t tease”

You grab her waistband and pull it down, her cock smacking you on the cheek. Your eyes grew wide as you see her whole length. It must have been at least 9 inches. Mesmerized by her size, you lick the tip of her cock seductively. You look up to see Bada leaning on the mirror with her hands looking down at you, her eyes clouded by lust. You turn your focus back on her cock standing proudly. Your hands gliding down to her thighs, you started sucking the tip very slowly. Bada did not like that. She thrusts her hips forward causing you to gag at her size. She continued thrusting her hips slowly as she held your head.

“Pretty girl, I knew you could take it”

You groan and her words, sending vibrations through her cock. This made Bada basically fuck you in the mouth. You started gagging again, chocking on your spit as you try to push her hips away.

“Almost there baby…fuck”

Bada came into your throat making you swallow all her cum. You push her a bit, making her pull out leaving a string of cum behind. You look at her while wiping your lips. This look of yours makes Bada lick her lips and pick you up from the floor. She carried you to the room inside the practice area, laying you down on the couch while straddling you. She looks at you lovingly as she cups your face.

You place a small kiss on her lips as you whispered ‘I thought you’re gonna make me scream all night’

Bada felt shivers ran down her body, her hands shaking as she caressed your skin underneath your shirt. You help her by taking it off and guides her hand on your back to remove your bra. Bada leans forward and kisses you passionately as she undo your bra. Her hands gliding back to your chest, teasing your nipple with her fingers. Her kisses trailing down from your jaw to your neck, leaving few visible love marks. You move your head to the side to give her more space to conquer. You let out a whine when she blew on your breast and tease it with her mouth, rolling her tongue around your nipple. Her other hand found their place in your other breast, caressing it.

“Uhmm… Bada please, I need more”

Bada shushed your plead as her hands busied themselves on pulling your pants down and taking it off. Her kisses travels down your body, licking and sucking your skin. She gently spread your legs and positioned her head between you. Bada licked her lips and placed more love bites inside your thighs. You let out a gasp turned into a moan when you felt her lick a long strip on your heat. Her hands wrapped around each of your thighs to stop it from closing. She began sucking you roughly as if this is the most delicious meal she’s ever had.

“Bada…ahh”

“That’s right, moan my name. That’s the only name you will moan from now on”

Bada turned her attention to your clit, her fingers teasing your entrance. One finger came in, then another, and then another, three fingers pumping in you like crazy. Clearly preparing you for her cock, that is now hard and throbbing once again.

“You’re so tight, I can barely fit my fingers inside you”

Bada leaned back and stroke her cock while looking at you. You looked at the nice specimen on top of you stroking her long cock, making your mouth water.

“I’ll be gentle…if you ask nicely”

Of course you wouldn’t ask her to be gentle, in the back of your mind you wanted her to break you. Bada pulled out her fingers and spread your wetness to her cock. She then positioned the tip to your entrance, slowly inching herself deep inside you. You rolled your eyes back from this sensation, her cock spreading your insides and filling you up. Bada bite her lips as she felt you clenching around her cock. She imagined how you would feel, but she never thought that you would be this tight. Once she fully sheathed herself in, she moved her hips back leaving only the tip inside and slam her hips forward. Bada places your legs on her shoulders, rocking her hips in a rhythm. Your hands clasped your mouth as her thrust becomes more violent. Bada likes the way you answered her thrust with your moans.

“We haven’t even started, baby. You’re already trying to hide your scream.”

Bada removes your hands away from your mouth and pinning them on top of you with one hand. Her lip’s found yours once again, exploring every corner, drinking your lust. Her hips snaps back and slams harder, making you let out a scream.

“Bada…ahhh!”

You can feel her tip kissing your cervix every time she moves. Making you lose your mind with the way she rolls her hips. Perks of being a dancer, you thought. Bada continued her actions, changing the pace a few times to enjoy your reactions.

“M-more, please!”

Flipping you on your stomach without pulling out was her response to your whine. This might be her favourite position of you, half of your body pinned on the couch while your ass meets her thrust. You felt her hands on your back then stopping at your hips. You turn your head to the side and look back at her. Smirk forming in her lips as she hangs her head back. You watched her enjoy the feeling of you around her, licking her lips at the sight of your fragile state beneath her.

“God, I will never get tired fucking you like this. Fucking you every day, all day… haaa.. fuckk… all night”

Her hips slamming against you became faster, your moan getting louder as she keeps hitting your sweet spot. You arch you hips back meeting her thrusts, bouncing on her cock.

“Ahh!… Bada! Uhm-my God!”

Her grip on your hips tightened, surely leaving a mark in the morning. “You feel so good, Y/n-ahh”

You felt yourself reaching your high, cumming ‘round her cock as your body gives in. Bada on the other hand, thrust her hips deeper letting herself succumbed at the sound of your wetness on her cock. Your mind is losing grasp on reality as she continues rearranging your insides.

“B-bada, no-ahh…wait”

Still sensitive from the previous climax, you can’t help but to try to pull away and give your body a break. Bada pinned your hips to the couch not letting you go from her grasp. She leaned her body against you, kissing your neck and biting your shoulders.

“I’m almost there, baby. Think you can hold out for me and be a good girl?”

“Yes-ahh! Bada!”

You screamed as she picked up the pace, chasing her own high. You could feel your climax building up again, moaning her name loudly as you felt her seed mix with your own as you both came down from the high. Bada wraps an arm around your shoulders, panting and calming herself down to not fuck you again. You let out a cough, gaining Bada’s attention.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I feel like I’m gonna lose my voice in the morning.”

Bada chuckles at your response, giving you a kiss on the cheek. Feeling smug about it. She moves your hair on the side and admire your beautiful face, cherishing the moment with you. But the way you grips on her cock, brought it back to life. She slowly thrust her hips forward gaining your attention.

“Think you can go for another round?”

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The way she dance is so hawt😩

Let’s all be delulu together😉

#bada lee x reader #bada lee x fem! reader #g!p #bada lee #badawhatarewe

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danses-with-dogmeat · 10 months

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B is for -- Benny Gecko

Aaaaand here is the prompt for the good ole Ben-man himself! He's always a fun challenge to write for with his... expressive dialogue, lol. And this was no exception, but again, I think the randomized aspect of the prompt was being nice to me 😅

Anyway I hope you all enjoy!

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

Pair: Benny x g/n Six

Dialogue Prompt: “Remind me when I said I needed your help?”

Word: Believe

Rating: SFW

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.4K

“Baby?” Benny’s sleep-sore voice passed through the fabric of the lightweight bed sheets as he turned to face his partner in the darkness. “What you up to?”

Six continued readying themself, the sound of shuffling bags, of zippers being pulled up, and buckles being done rang through the casino hotel room.

“I’ve been up thinking all night, and, it's time. I've gotta just… end this.”

Benny sat up at that, one hand wiping at his tired eyes as a confused expression settled upon his face.

“End… what? This early in the a.m.? Angel, you must be guzzlin’ moon juice or somethin,’ you thinking about doing anything right now. Sun’s not even awake yet, what right have we got to be kicking around at this nocturnitus hour?”

“I didn’t say we, Benny. You can stay here, I just… I can’t sleep thinking about this. Haven’t been able to for days, since we found out about House’s army in that bunker, about the dam and Caesar’s reinforcements coming in and the NCR President… I’ve just gotta do something about it now. Before it’s too late, before it’s out of my hands.”

Benny blinked at them, the wheels in his head beginning to turn, still only processing half of all they said, but operating suitably enough for him to spit out a response.

“Sure, yeah, sounds like a dream, sweetie-pie. I’d love to shove a stopper in it all too, just be able to stay here and make sweet music with you all the time. Get Yes Man fired up, override or delete or whatever it takes of that mummified millionaire and get our names up in lights, but… Can’t just be done in one night– ahem, morning. It’s morning, again, I forgot, cuz the moon is still dreaming up there..." Benny shook his head, sleep still tugging ceaselessly at his eyelids as he patted the still-warm spot beside him with one outstretched hand. "Why don’t we follow its lead, hm?”

The bed shifted as Six took a seat at the foot of the mattress, and Benny found himself scooting closer, wrapping a hand around their waist and leaning one cheek on their shoulder.

“Hmm, takin’ my advice for once, lovebird?”

His head shifted as Six sighed, rising and sagging along with their shoulders.

“No.” They told him simply, and Benny’s chest gave a pathetic little ache. “I can’t sit by and do nothing as war threatens all of New Vegas.”

“We won’t be doing nothing, sweetcakes.” His hand rubbed over their back, in an attempt to smooth their ruffled thoughts through nothing but his touch. “Everything’s close to ready, an’ we still got the chip. House can’t do jack without that shiny piece of platinum, which means we’re in control here. Just waiting for the opportuneous moment, when our own tin-can-pal can safely transfer power over to us. Then, baby, then we make our waves, ya dig?”

“Just because House can’t do anything with his underground nightmare, it doesn’t mean Caesar and the NCR are gonna sit and wait. Something has to be done about them now.” They stood up, wrenching their waist out of Benny's hold and leaving him to catch himself from toppling over where he’d been leaning against them.

What the hell about what I’m saying isn’t getting through that cranium of theirs?

Evidently, it’s a thick cranium, that, he knew from personal experience, but…

Still, Six should know better than to run off like this, like chasin' wildflowers in the wind. As beautiful as the thought of it was, in reality, it was always gonna slip through their fingers.

They may be the fated courier who held the platinum chip, and his main squeeze, both were hefty titles, but they still could never hope to stop this war all on their own.

“So, what about tonight brought all these plans and schemes of yours to the head of the table?”

Six zipped their rifle bag closed definitively, and he heard another sigh leave them.

“It’s not just tonight, Benny, I told you. It’s been weeks, and I just… I can’t take it any more. I feel like they’re gonna make their move any minute, and I don’t want to be a waiting duck.”

“That’s a weird way of putting it, sugar.” He scooched all the way to the end of the bed as he spoke, letting his feet swing over and hit the carpeted floor. “‘Sitting duck’? Wasn’t that it? What is a duck, anyhow?”

“Benny–”

“Dollface, just hold on a jiff.”

“No, Benny. I told you. I’m leaving, you can’t stop me.” As his eyes adjusted to the dim of the room, and as pale sunlight began to lighten the blackout curtains hanging from the windows, Benny could see the way they swung their bag over their back and made to leave with a stubborn sorta purpose.

They could never hope to stop this war... On their own.

“I ain’t gonna try and halt your moves, baby. If you’d listen, I’m about to tell you I’m coming with ya.”

He stood up, and started towards the cabinet where he kept his suits. Benny didn’t need to look their way to know that Six was pinching the bridge of their nose, or maybe flaring their nostrils.

He just does that to them, and he knows it.

Doesn't mean they don't want him tagging along though. Deep down.

“Remind me when I said I needed your help?”

Deep deep down.

“Don’t gotta say squat for me to know you want it. May not need it, that’s not really what I’m sayin’, but sure as nuka cola bubbles, you want it. Even if you don’t know that, I do, baby.”

Six rolled their eyes at him. As he pulled on his clothes swiftly though, he found he didn’t much care.

He does that to them too, he supposed. He has since they met him. Well, met him the second time, that is.

“You really want to help me?” He expected there to be more humor in their inquiry, but no, it had more of a genuinity to it. Real curiosity bled through their words, and a lousy sorta feeling made itself known in Benny’s gut.

“Look," He sighed as he paused his dressing, letting his button-up hang down half-done. "I know, so far, in this outfit I been about as useful as a deck of cards with no aces, or a brahmin with no legs, but baby, all you done for me? The dream we share? Never found a bloke or broad I could relate to more, never found someone to take me as I am the way you have, even through all the muck and grumble I’ve put you through.”

Benny approached his partner once he’d pulled his iconic suit jacket over his shoulders, and grasped either side of their arms in his hands, pulling them close to look them in the eye.

“And while I don’t like to analogize myself with the slimy, no good Robert House, I too, am a businessman, whether I like it or not. Got the dress here to prove it, too.” He gestured with one hand down at this checkerboard suit jacket. “And if I owe somebody a debt, I aim to pay it forward, ya dig?”

Six bit their lip, looking away from him briefly before one hand reached out to touch their chin, drawing their eyes back to meet his.

“An’ I owe you diamonds and pearls for all you done on my account. But I ain’t got all that, all I can say is… believe me. Believe that I wanna help you, that I’m gonna. And believe that I believe in our dream. Our New Vegas.”

His hand on Six’s chin rose to boop them on the nose affectionately, and despite their determined look, a smile escaped them, passing right through to Benny as he reflected their relief at his words.

“Alright.” They sighed, for the umpteenth time this early morning. “I’ll believe you, baby.” They leaned forward, and Benny grinned into it as their lips met his in a chaste little kiss.

“But for the record,” Six said as they pulled away, much too soon by his account, “You’re no businessman, Benny.”

“No?” He turned his head to them as he finished buttoning up his shirt, moving towards the bedside table as he did, where his Maria laid in waiting.

“Nah, you’re a conman.” Six practically giggled, and Benny couldn’t find the words to argue. He could only take his gun in hand, and follow them out the door they both set off to change the fate of the Mojave.

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biancadjarin · 1 year

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Say You’ll See Me Again Even If It’s Just Pretend

- Pairing : em x plussize!fem reader

- Content Warnings : 18+

- A/N :

Moodboard here

March 1985

“They’re called corroded coffin. Please just come! My brother says this is their biggest show of the year and they need as many people there as possible so the club invites them back.” Your best friend Hailey whines to you as you sit in her family’s living room. Her little brother Gareth is the drummer in a shitty high school band and even if you liked metal music, that wouldn’t be the definition of a fun night for you. “But Hails I’m only in town for spring break then I have to go back to Indianapolis. I don’t want to spend my precious time watching your brother have terrible rhythm, no offense.” “Hey! I heard that!” Gareth yells from the kitchen. You roll your eyes. “I promised him I’d go. We’ll get all dressed up, look hot. I invited a couple other girls too. Who knows? Maybe we’ll actually have fun!” Hailey’s constant positivity has always baffled you. She’s so sweet and way too nice of a sister. But she’s the Thelma to your Louise, the Laverne to your Shirley and when you come home from college to visit, you spend as much time with her as possible. You sigh dramatically and groan out a “fine!”. You hear a quiet “Yes!” from the kitchen and you and Hailey break into giggles.

You’re getting ready in Hailey’s bedroom, Madonna blasting and clothes littered all over the room. You hadn’t planned on going out so you were just wearing jeans and a T shirt. Although you’re a little curvier than your best friend, you start to rummage through her closet to see what you can borrow. “Pick whatever you want babe!” Hailey offers as she walks into her en-suite bathroom to do her makeup. You pull your shirt up over your head and begin to hold some options in front of you in the mirror. You hear a thumping bass sound from outside getting louder and louder. A sudden honk makes you jump and look outside Hailey’s bedroom window, headlights flooding her room. Your eyes see a big dirty van, music blaring, a long haired boy yelling out the window. “Let’s go G!! We’re late!!” He yells angrily. He settles back in his seat, facing forward and his jaw drops when he sees you. Eyes widening and open mouth curling up into a grin as he stares at you in your bra through the window. You look down and squeak when you remember your state and you pull the curtains closed quickly, your face reddening. He chuckles as the fabric goes flying over the window.

Gareth runs out of the house, slamming the front door behind him. “Ok ok I’m here man, let’s go!” He says as he hops in the front seat. “Who is that in there?” Eddie asks, eyes locked onto the window as he shifts into reverse. Gareth follows his eyes to his sister’s room. “Shit man, you gotta lay off the pot.” He says with a laugh. “That’s Hailey’s room. My sister. You’ve met her a dozen times.” “No, no not Hailey you ass.” Eddie says as he pulls onto the road and heads to the club. “There was another girl. With big tits.” “Ohhh you mean y/n.” Gareth says wiggling his brows. “She’s here for spring break. She goes to Purdue.” Eddie nods as his thumbs drum mindlessly on the steering wheel. “She comin’ tonight?” He asks, sounding casual. Gareth is spinning a drumstick in his fingers, almost whacking himself in the nose. “Uh yeah I think so. They said they’re coming.” Y/n Eddie repeats in his head as he speeds down the road.

You stare out the window of Hailey’s car as you sit next to her in the front. A couple girls you used to go to school with sitting in the back. You fiddle with the bottom of your skirt, wondering if it was the smartest thing to borrow from Hailey. She assured you it looks good but you feel a little self conscious. “You look great girl.” She says squeezing your knee from the drivers seat. You smile at her, “Thanks Hails.” You feel a cold metallic tap at your shoulder and look back to see a flask being passed to you. You take it and sniff the cap, eyes watering instantly at the smell of tequila. “Guess we’re doin’ this.” You say before taking a big swig and feeling the burn run down your throat. The girls in the back shout out a “woo!” as you hand them back the flask.

When you arrive, the club is small but packed. People littered all over the parking lot and by the front door. The club’s basically just a bar with a stage but it’s got a vibe. Small town, red leather booths, sticky floor vibe but a vibe nonetheless. The four of you head inside, each getting a beer at the bar. You can hear the band already playing in the back, actually not sounding as bad as you thought they would. The singer’s voice is rugged and warm, smoky and sexy. The way he pronounces his words slow, drawn out and concise. “Let’s go see the band!” Hailey grabs your wrist and pulls you through the small audience of people. You’re focusing on not tripping in Hailey’s red heels when you realize you’re at the front of the crowd. You look up and see him. Him. The guy who saw you half naked an hour earlier. “That’s the lead singer?” you ask Hailey close to her ear. “Yeah!” She yells over the music, “Eddie!”. You shake your head in disbelief and look back at the stage to see Eddie staring at you. He’s running a hand up and down the neck of his guitar as his fingers curl around the pick that’s tickling the chords. Playing perfectly without looking down. Show off. Your face instantly flushes again, feeling his eyes burning into you. He winks and flicks his pick at you when he finishes his solo and you catch it, Hailey cheering and giggling as she grabs your hand and forces you to dance. You’re definitely already feeling the tequila and the beer you just had is starting to take its effect too so you join her, jumping around and shaking your hips without a care. Hailey pulls your back towards her and wraps her arms around your middle playfully, swaying your hips with hers. “I think he’s looking at you.” She whispers in your ear. Eddie watches as you dance, hands resting on the microphone that’s stood in front of him, lips brushing against the black textured head as he sings some scary sounding song about a girl or a car or something else you take for a ride. You bite your lip as you study him. Tall, long hair, tattoos. He looks like a bad boy but you have a feeling that’s just for show, if he’s friends with the softest boy you know, Gareth. But something about his tight black jeans and red flannel is cute to you. And the lead singer mystique is kinda working for you too.

The show ends and the band disappears out the back. The four of you weave through the crowd and make your way to the front door to leave. You stumble out behind your friends, already unsteady on your heels even if you weren’t a little tipsy. “Hey you!” You hear a voice call from the parking lot. Leaning on his van is the lead singer, arms crossed, smoking a cigarette. Your friends all giggle and push you towards him, tapping your butt and making kissy sounds behind you. You swat their hands away and take a deep breath, shimmying your rising skirt back down and walking towards him. His eyes don’t leave your body as you approach him, narrowed and sweeping up and down. The only light is from the moon and a dim orangey yellow street lamp somewhere behind the van. You take in his features as you get closer. Eyes so big and brown, he looks like a baby deer. Skin pale and smooth. His pouty lips casting a shadow over his angular chin. “Are you talking to me?” You ask as you lean a shoulder against his van. He nods, blowing out a cloud of smoke before flicking the cigarette butt over his shoulder. “Y/n right?” He asks lowering his chin to meet your eyes. You nod and shift from foot to foot, heels hurting your feet. “You have fun in there?” He motions with a thumb pointing back at the club. “It was alright.” You say with a shrug. He laughs, eyes breaking from yours to look back towards your friends, them staring at you two. “Looked like you were having fun.” He says. “Were you watching me?” You ask innocently, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him. The playful smirk that’s been on his face this entire conversation falls into something more serious, more intimidating as he leans closer to you. “Couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. The way you were dancing.” His voice trails off as his eyes fall down to your chest, “And this body… fuck.” His lip snarls over his last word. Taking a step closer to you, you take a step back, feeling the cold uneven surface of Eddie’s van against your shoulders. “You were trying to distract me weren’t you?” He asks, palms meeting the van on either side of your head, caging you in and blocking your vision of anything besides him. Your mind is racing for a witty response but all that comes out is a small “mm mm.” He huffs a small laugh then leans close to your cheek, the tip of his nose grazing through your hair and stopping by your temple, lips an inch from your ear. The edges of his flannel tickle whatever exposed parts of your skin they touch, the firm, rounded planes of his chest leaning into yours. His breath is warm on your skin as he says, “You wanna go somewhere and talk?” You peer around him, back at your friends, who instantly avert their eyes and pretend to fall back into some made up conversation. “I only just met you, and now you want me to get in your… questionable looking van?” You ask with a raised brow. He looks down and laughs. “Hey don’t insult Meredith. She’s been through a lot.” He says as he taps the side of the old van. His eyes are staring into yours and you don’t know how much longer you can look into them before you look away. They’re big and round like a tiny puppy trying to get their way. And the most beautiful deep caramel brown color you’ve ever seen. He sucks his teeth, “c’mon, I wanna get to know you more but not here. Too many eyes, ya know?” You shift from foot to foot as you contemplate his offer. You’ve wanted an adventure this spring break. Maybe this is it.

Eddie opens the door for you and holds your hand as you hop in. Once inside he reaches over you, face inches from yours and gives you a wolfish smile while he grabs the seatbelt and clicks it into place. “Safety first.” he says patting the vinyl fabric crossing over your lap. His hand gives your thigh a playful squeeze before he turns over the engine and pulls out of the parking lot. “I’m Eddie by the way.” He says once you’re on the road. “I’ve heard.” “You’re Hailey’s friend huh?” “Best friend.” “Best friends? S’that why you hang out naked in her room?” You scoff at him, mouth hanging open as you stare at him. “Nice little sneak peek you gave me.” He says winking at you. “Yeah I guess.” You say with a sigh. “Most guys don’t really like my… body type.” You say with air quotes. He looks over at you like you just said you’re part alien. “What kinda guys are you meeting? The only type of body you have is a nice one.” He turns onto a busier street, his eyes only leaving you long enough to make sure he doesn’t merge into another car. “Thanks but.. I don’t know.” you say looking down at the cups of the tank top you borrowed from Hailey, full breasts about to spill over. Eddie follows your eyes and chuckles

“What’s so funny?” you ask him. “Nothing, I just think you have no idea how hot your are.” “Yeah, ok.” You say with a snort and eyeroll. “Let’s get one thing straight.” He says as he pulls up to a red light, looking deeply in your eyes, “Anyone who tells you you’re anything less than perfect is a fucking idiot. Seriously.” You feel a flush of heat travel through you, starting at your cheeks and settling in between your thighs. “Maybe you weren’t trying to get my attention at my show but…”

The loud honk of a horn behind you interrupts Eddie. He shakes his head, rolls down his window and gives the guy behind you the finger but he makes no effort to keep driving. “Anyway,” he starts with a deep sigh but he’s cut off by your face coming close to his. Eddie’s lips attach to yours like two magnets do when they get too close.

He strokes your cheek gently with his thumb, letting his hand rest there.

You hop onto his lap, desire clouding your self conscious thoughts. Your thighs are spread and caging in his hips. Your tight skirt rides up to your lower back and Eddie notices, craning his neck to look at your ass. Your thong is lost in your cheeks, the strings sitting high on your hips. He nods his head slowly, tongue swiping over his exposed teeth as he smirks slightly. He grabs your ass in handfuls, watching as his hands rub circles on them with his palm, feeling the fleshy meat of them. You feel one leave you then come back down with a hard smack. “Shit- look at that.” His eyes are lidded heavily as he watches the way your ass jiggles in recoil. You feel him harden beneath your thinly covered crotch as he pulls his bottom lip in his mouth at the sight. You shift your hips, nuzzling the lips of your pussy closer to his length. You let out a soft moan. He notices, eyes flicking back up to you, his hands running roughly up your sides and stopping at your waist. “You liked that didn’t you? My bad little girl.” His lips attach to your neck as you start to grind against him. Your panties are thin and silky, getting lost in the folds of your wet pussy as you wiggle slowly against him. “Don’t stop that baby.” He says low and breathy, his eyes rolling back. He groans out almost painfully, “Can feel how warm you are fuck.” You ride his lap and let the seam of your pussy drag up and down the outline of his cock through his jeans. His eyes close as his hands settle on your hips to control your movements. His fingers knead at the soft flesh beneath them, tightening when he wants you to go forward and loosening when you lean back.

“I want you Eddie. Want you to-” A moan escapes from deep within you, mind going blank. “Want me to what pretty girl?” He says as one hand comes up to squeeze your cheeks, thumb on your left one and four fingers on your right. His fingers curl in, his eyes beckoning you to finish your thought. Your mouth hangs open as you continue to rut against him like a kitten in heat, his hard length pushing perfectly on your clit. You feel a slight burning in your face when you realize Eddie’s just smacked your cheek. Not hard but enough to pull your focus back to reality, and leave a light pink blush on that side on your face. You touch your cheek and feel warmth blossoming from it, but it was nowhere near as warm as the feeling it made in your stomach. Tingly goosebumps erupting all over your skin. You pull your top up over your head and toss it to the side. He groans when he watches your tits free themselves with a bounce. “Want you to fuck me Eddie. Now. Pretty please?” “Wow so polite. S’about the prettiest please I’ve ever heard.” His hands squeeze your breasts as they strain against your lacy bra.

“Hello again.” He tells them, face leaning close as if he’s whispering just to them. You giggle. “Your turn.” You say to him pulling at the neck of his shirt. He shrugs off the flannel and reaches over his head to pull his T shirt off. He’s more toned than you thought he’d be. You can almost see a whisper of abs as you look down at where his body is pressed to yours. Your stomach does a flip when you feel Eddie’s hands come under your thighs to lift you, “Wrap your legs around me.” He demands. You do and Eddie’s leaning forward, your back softly meeting the scratchy blanket.

Notes: This is an UNFINISHED STORY. It’s been sitting in my drafts for so long and I just sort of hit a wall…

Masterlist here

#eddie munson wip #rockstar!eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie stranger things #self insert fic #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x plus size reader

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meltwonu · 2 years

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| 𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 | CHAPTER 10

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, camshows, camboy!seokmin, dom!seokmin, (mutual)masturbation, sex toys, mentions of exhibitionism, dirty talk, sending of dirty photos/audios. Omg WE ARE BACK YET AGAIN!!😮‍💨😭 The last chapter for Neon Dream was in Nov right before I went to those bts concerts and then the rest of dec went to shit lmao ☠️ Altho January is kinda pickin up where dec left off in the shit zone so y’know, it is what it is lol… 😗🥲 Anyway, thank you so much for your patience and support with Neon Dream, I’ve very excited to get back into it! I know this chapter went up a day late and I am too sorry for that too, I had some business to attend unfortunately 😭 Thank you all for always putting up with my bullshit lmao... 😭💕 Enjoy ch10! And have a lovely rest of your weekend! 💕

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You’re nervous.

So much so that even Seokmin is concerned.

“Hey… Should we cut the fitting short, you look so… Preoccupied? I’m worried.”

His eyebrows furrow and his eyes are filled with concern as you kneel in front of him – shaky hands holding a needle in one hand and thread in the other as you gulp.

“H–huh? N–no, it’s okay, sorry I’ve just–just had a lot on my mind. We’ve been so b-busy with musical stuff so I feel like I’m just not, um, g-getting a lot of sleep, that’s all. It’s making me jittery, I think.”

You laugh nervously as Seokmin bites the inside of his cheek, nodding as he stares off into the mirror.

“If you need a break, just let me know, okay? I know it’s a lot of work but we’re allowed breaks too, y’know?” He laughs lightly under his breath – the action calming you a little as you join him.

“I know, it’s honestly not really hard work either, I think my brain is just always somewhere else lately. Or really, no where at all.”

“D’you wanna talk about it?”

You thread the needle, sighing as you start to hem one of the pant legs as Seokmin does his best to stand still.

“I mean, it’s just, I dunno – I think it’s just stress.” You sum it up as simply as you can; somewhat embarrassed to say any more than that knowing that a lot of your real frustrations lately were mostly sexual in nature.

“Like, from school? Or…?”

Seokmin peers down, eyeing the back of your head as you lean down to sew.

“I–I guess so… You know how it is.”

He nods gently, laughing as he remembers his debt to Jihoon being the cause of most of his stresses.

“Yeah, I–I get you. I’ve been thinking about quitting some of my part time jobs, it’s kind of getting to be too much and I’ve already missed so many shifts with all the musical rehearsals and stuff. Kinda feels pointless, y’know? To have them rely on me and I can’t show up.”

His cheeks burn knowing that half of that was a lie – but he doesn’t say more in fear of exposing himself.

Except it’s already too late.

“I thought you owed Jihoon for vocal lessons? And weren’t your extra jobs for rent bills ‘n stuff?? How are you gonna afford it, Seokmin? Did you get a new job?”

In a panic, he shifts slightly, almost kicking you as you yelp and fall backwards onto your ass on the carpeted floor.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry, hold on,” He helps you up and makes sure you’re okay, “Sorry, I’m so clumsy, I shouldn’t have moved like that when you’re literally holding a needle!”

You shake your head, giggling as you put the needle away for now; Seokmin being secretly glad that his little ‘fuck up’ seemed to have distracted you from the answer you were looking for, only moments prior.

“It’s okay, let’s take that break real quick, huh? And then I can finish hemming your pants and we can get out of here early.”

“Sounds good!”

But when you’re by yourself is the hardest part – being left to your own thoughts and imagination when you laze around in bed, in and out of sleep.

You hadn’t posted any more anonymous photos of yourself and you’d actually been too scared to listen to Dokyeom’s last stream in fear that he might’ve found out who you were.

It’d been a few days since your fitting with Seokmin and he’d been too busy with his vocal lessons and actual musical rehearsals to meet up with you – even going so far as to postpone a fitting session with you in favour of more vocal rehearsals.

But two things had come from that.

You’d realized that you were starting to really, really miss being around Seokmin.

And also that you couldn’t function without Dokyeom’s audio streams to get you off.

“This is so stupid…!” You scream into your pillow; legs thrashing wildly against your bed as you groan.

You had a real attraction to Seokmin and an obsessive fixation to a voice who apparently belonged to someone on campus – someone who could be anyone out of thousands.

“Maybe I can… Find out who he is... Get him to tell me so I can get over this...” Mumbling, you sit up, eyeing your laptop as you drag it closer.

“Yeah, yeah, maybe this will work…”

You load up Dokyeom’s chat window in a hurried panic; quickly making a decision before you completely regret it.

‘Hey, this is going to sound crazy but… In that one audio stream you did… The picture you were talking about was me. I just wanted to let you know.’

Dokyeom doesn’t respond for hours.

And you convince yourself that you’ve fucked up whatever it was you had with him. But you tell yourself you can then just focus on Seokmin instead; laughing maniacally to yourself as you sat in front of your laptop.

“It’s fine, it’s fine – Maybe this is better for me since I—”

*ping*

Your breath hitches – cheeks warm as your laptop screen lights up with multiple message notifications.

Dokyeom: Oh?

Dokyeom: Is that so?

Dokyeom: You know I’m going to need proof of that right?

Your mouth hangs open, unsure of what to do next.

You genuinely hadn’t thought about what you’d do if he actually responded.

Dokyeom: Sorry I didn’t reply sooner

Dokyeom: I was at work~

“Oh, f–fuck, wait, wait, wait…”

You scramble off of your bed as your eyes dart around your room; you could take a picture of the pink dildo that was in your photo as proof but you had to make sure nothing else in the photo had anything distinguishable.

“Okay, just—just one photo…”

Seokmin waits patiently as he twiddles his thumbs.

This meant a few things to him.

Mostly that he had a chance in meeting whoever ‘b@d_dream’ was and that they were closer to him than he ever thought.

‘I do want to meet her,’ He thinks to himself – cheeks warm with the thoughts of actually meeting the person who’d been able to help him find his confidence.

b@d_dream: [attached image]

b@d_dream: is this proof enough?

b@d_dream: or do you need more?

Seokmin clicks on the photo, eyes wide as saucers as he takes it in.

It was the same pink dildo and the same bra with the same purple and blue butterfly charm in the middle.

The same one that made Seokmin cum hard thinking about.

Dokyeom: Hmmm…

Dokyeom: Maybe… Can you send me a little more?

Dokyeom: I’ll reward you too~

Your body buzzes with electricity as you snap photo after photo for Dokyeom – adrenaline making you hurriedly put the lingerie set back on before easing onto the bed with your toy.

You snap a photo between your legs; the toy sitting right against your clothed mound much like it’d been in the photo and you check to make sure your face isn’t visible in it before you send it off.

“Oookay, deep breath, deep breath, what’s the worst that can happen?” You giggle nervously as shivers roll down your spine with the toy resting against your warmed skin.

And it takes a second for Dokyeom to respond back but when he does, it’s with an attached voice message that you weren’t expecting.

‘Hmm, oh my~ It seems like I’ve found my ‘lil princess after all, huh? What were the chances, sweetheart? Hah, you’ve gotten my cock so hard with these pictures… What do you think we should do about that, hmm? I’ve been thinking about you so much~’

You let out a mewl as you replay the audio – fingertips reaching for the toy while simultaneously trying to push your panties to the side.

You’re already embarrassingly wet when you glide the toy through your folds; soft cries on your lips at the desire to already slide it into your needy cunt. But you try to hold back as you snap photos of the toy glistening with your wetness – the images more revealing than anything you’d ever sent to anyone.

b@d_dream: [attached image]

Dokyeom: [attached voice note]

‘Oh? Already wet too? Tsk, what’s going on in that head of yours, huh? ‘Cause I’ll tell you what’s going on in mine’

There’s a moment of him shuffling around; the sheets rustling as he gets comfortable before you hear his long drawn out moans filling up the air.

‘I’m thinking about how good it’d feel to fuck you on campus now that I know we go to the same one – in one of the rooms where it’s just you and me, sweetheart~ How cute you’d be bent over one of the lecture hall tables with my cock deep inside that hot ‘lil pussy of yours… Fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about that photo.’

Your breath hitches as you max out the volume to hear the slicked noises of Dokyeom’s hand sliding up and down his cock. He was touching himself too.

“Mmngh, D–Dokyeom…”

‘Mm, how cute it’d be with you trying to keep your voice down while I pound your ‘lil cunt… You wouldn’t want someone to catch us, would you? Or maybe you want someone to see how good you fuckin’ take it~ How your body jerks against the table when I’m fucking you good~’

Impatience gets the best of you as you make sure the dildo is thoroughly wet before you position it at your entrance – head thrown back when it meets no resistance when it slides right into your wet cunt.

Your shaky hand reaches for your phone again as you start to thrust the toy in and out with your other hand; the photos a little blurry when you send them to Dokyeom.

“Please, please, please…”

The two of you continue to exchange videos and messages as you get off together and Seokmin’s hand tightens around his cock; hips thrusting up into his enclosed fist as he stares at the multitude of photos you’ve sent.

The pictures of your pussy stretched around the thick dildo making his head spin.

He’d never done anything like this but the excitement was almost enough to make him cum.

“God–fucking–damn it…” Groaning, he imagines it’s his cock instead when he hits the record button on his phone.

“Mm, so you can take all of that toy inside your pussy, hmm? That means you’ll be good ‘n ready to take my cock too – after I make you cum with that toy~ Ah, sweetheart, you’re making it so hard to not cum… I wanna get you so dirty with my cum inside and on your pretty ‘lil cunt...”

His eyebrows furrow as precum leaks from the tip of his cock; his grip tightening when he starts to feel it start to throb.

“Ngh, please tell me you’re close too?”

You let out a cry as the dildo grazes your g-spot; your fingers sticky and wet from how much you’d been thrusting the toy in and out imagining it was Dokyeom’s cock instead.

b@d_dream: cklo s e….

Your eyes flutter shut imagining the scenario he’d fantasized about – toes curling at the idea of being fucked in such a public space with your panties just pushed to the side when he made you cum.

“Oh, mmnh, p-please… I need to, a-ah, cum so bad… I w-want it inside...”

Your walls tighten around the toy and you see one last voice message from Dokyeom as your shaky hand hits play.

‘Then cum. Right now.’

Crying out, you hastily open the camera app one last time before the pleasure washes over you completely and your back is arching off of the bed sheets – incoherent garbles rolling off of your tongue as you finally ride out your high.

“Oh?”

It takes Seokmin by surprise at the 8 second video you send him.

Eyes wide as saucers at the silent video that only shows the toy thrusting into your pussy all the way up to the base – the clip enough to send him tumbling over the edge of an orgasm as rivulets of cum paint his torso and his hand.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

It replays on his phone screen over and over as he rides out his pleasure and he goes so far as to time the movements of his hand to match the way the toy thrusts into you so that he, too, can imagine it’s his cock fucking you instead of the toy.

Seokmin rides out his high as sweat slides down his forehead, unsureness making him groan as he peers down at his phone.

What now?

b@d_dream is typing…

b@d_dream: I

b@d_dream: sorry i have to go

b@d_dream: i have an important meeting tomorrow so i have to go but

b@d_dream: can we talk about this next time? I promise

Seokmin laughs under his breath, nodding off with his hand still loosely wrapped around his cock.

Dokyeom: you owe me an explanation next time, okay, sweetheart?

Dokyeom: you can’t run from me forever~

#seokmin smut #dokyeom smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seokmin scenarios #seokmin imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #dokyeom imagines #dokyeom scenarios #seokmin #dokyeom

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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nonvirgin!jay and inoccent virgin!femreader just making out while reader is sitting on jay's lap and they end up getting horny and they end up doing it. you can add more things if you want, I trust you

A/N: I’m kind of a sucker for the “taking the readers virginity” concept so forgive me if i get carried away lol (also forgive me if i played too much into the “innocent” concept, ik that its unrealistic but its just for funzies lol)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), fingering (f recieving), slight corruption kink, pretty vanilla i think

Word count: 1.8 k

You watch Jay type away on his laptop at his desk. You notice the muscles shifting under his shirt every time he reaches for a sip of water.

You guys never went further than making out and for a while you were fine and happy with that, but these days you’re finding it harder and harder not to tug his shirt off and push him onto the bed.

“Hi baby,” Jay says as you sit sideways on his lap. “What’s up.”

“Are you done yet?” you ask.

“Almost,” he kisses your cheek. He’s studying for an exam he has next week. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” you groan.

He chuckles. “We can hang out for a bit but then I have to go back to working, okay?”

You smile and peck him on the lips. Then again, and again, and again until your mouths are parting and his tongue is against yours. He adjusts you so that you’re straddling him in his desk chair. His hands warm and comfortable on your waist. He’s never touched you anywhere other than ur head, arms, legs, and waist, and right now you want something more. You take his hand and trail it up to your chest. He smiles into the kiss.

You can tell that he’s surprised and nervous judging from how gentle his hand is on you. But after a few minutes he begins to indulge in this new privilege and softly massaging you as you let out small moans.

You pull away from him. “Do you wanna- go to the bed?” you ask.

“Of course.” he chuckles and carries you to the mattress.

He lays you down gently before climbing on top of you.

You pull him in for another kiss.

He nudges his knee between your thighs and you can’t help but rock your hips against him. He notices and it gives him an instant hard on.

“Jay,” you exhale.

“Mhm?” he asks, peppering kisses down your throat.

“I wanna uhm- do it?” you say unsurely, giggling.

“Really?” he looks at you, wide eyed and you nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” you say sheepishly, not making eye contact.

He smirks and goes back to kissing your neck, now with tongue. You feel his hands travel up your sweatshirt (his sweatshirt actually) and you take a deep breath, trying not to whimper from his gentle touch.

His hands move to grope your chest and he pinches your sensitive nipples lightly. You whine and squirm underneath him.

“Do you need something?” he asks and you feel blood rush to your cheeks.

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

“What is it sweetheart?” he kisses your forehead. “Don’t be shy.”

“Touch me please.” you say into his neck, not able to look at him.

“Good girl,” he says before slowly sliding his fingers down down down into your underwear.

You twitch right away.

“Have you never..?” he asks and you blush.

“I have, but I’ve never...finished.” you say sheepishly.

He nods. "Let's change that shall we?"

He kisses your jaw before gently circling your clit. You grip at his forearm and he smirks.

“You’re doing so good.” he coos before kissing you softly.

He pushes your hoodie up and wastes no time to get to kissing your chest, running his tongue over your nipples.

You whimper and grind your hips against his fingers. “More.”

Soon all of your clothes are on his bedroom floor. He pulls away to admire your figure but you can’t help you try to cover up. He doesn’t try to pull your arms away though he just comes up to you and says: “You know how beautiful you are right?”

You turn your head away from him, blushing. “Shut up.”

He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. “Really though, you’re hot as fuck.”

Your eyes widen. No one has ever called you that before. You usually get “cute” or “pretty”, never hot.

He plants kisses from your shoulder to your lower stomach, stopping every now and then to give you a hickey. You’re already gripping at the duvet by the time he gets to your hips. You writhe, not being able to stand the burning between your legs.

“Patience baby,” he kisses your inner thigh. “It’ll feel better if you wait.”

He sucks hickies on your soft flesh and you can literally feel yourself dripping.

“Please,” you beg. “I need it.”

He smirks before opening his mouth, getting nearly all of your cunt on his tongue. Your knees instantly snap around his head but he’s quick to push them back open, keeping you spread and pretty for him.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your fingers lacing through his black hair. It’s new; not being able to control your pleasure, but at the same time, that’s what made it so good.

He pushes his tongue into you before circling it around your clit. “Fuck, you taste good.” he growls.

Your hips twitch as he works his tongue against you and you whimper.

He pulls away to slowly push a finger into you. You whine and grip at his forearm.

“You okay?” he asks before kissing you, letting you taste yourself. You nod, getting used to the foreign feeling.

“One more.” you say and he graciously obeys.

Your head falls back as he stretches you out.

“So wet.” he whispers while massaging your chest with his free hand. “You’re taking my fingers so well.” he purrs while pushing up on your sweet spot.

He rests the base of his palm against your clit, letting you grind against him.

You start to feel a strange sensation in your stomach. “Fuck,” you moan. “I can’t I can’t.”

“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your cheek. “Just feel it.”

Your grip on his arm tightens as you start to get closer and closer.

“You can do it,” he whispers. “Be good.”

Your legs begin to tremble and before you know it, your orgasm crashes over you like a big, cold, wave. Your eyes close shut and your mouth parts as you whimper softly.

He kisses your cheeks while slowly pumping his fingers into you.

“You did so good,” he says. “How was it?”

“Really good,” you exhale with a giggle. You shut your legs. “I’m embarrassed now~”

“Why?” he chuckles.

You cover your face with your hands. “You just saw me do that.”

“So? I wanted to,” he kisses you softly. “And it was really hot.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth. Your eyes widen. He smirks. “You taste too good.”

Good god he’s hot, you think. You kiss him hard. “Fuck me please.”

It only takes seconds for his jeans to be unzipped and his shirt to be on the floor.

He teases your clit with his tip before slowly pushing into you, stopping every couple of seconds to help you adjust.

You don’t struggle much considering how wet and worked up you are.

He kisses your jaw. “Ready?”

“Mhm,” you nod with excitement.

He gives you a sweet kiss before thrusting into you, hitting your g spot every time.

You cling onto his back, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he growls. “I never knew that my sweet girl would want to be ruined like this.”

You shy away from him but he holds your face.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart.”

You nuzzle into his neck. “Harder.”

He smirks before grabbing the headboard and pounding into you. You let out a loud whine and it’s music to his ears.

“Look how good you take it.” he caresses your hair. “My precious baby.”

“You feel so good.” you whimper. “How does it feel so good?”

He chuckles lightly, amused by your confusion.

“Maybe it’s because we’re meant for eachother.” he says and you giggle.

You wonder if anyone else knows how sweet he is. His heart must be made of honey.

You mewl under him, grabbing onto everything you can reach out of desperation.

“Touch yourself.” he says and your eyes go wide. “You heard me, I wanna watch you.”

You shyly trail your fingers down to your clit. He places his hand on top of yours for a moment to get it moving.

You moan as the feeling of his cock inside of you and your fingers on your clit begin to combine.

“Oh my god don’t stop,” you beg as he grinds his hips into yours.

He wouldn’t even dream of stopping. The way your eyebrows are furrowing, your mouth is parting, and your smooth skin under his hands is enough to drive him insane. He’s basically drunk on you. He could do this all day.

“I love you.” you whisper and he kisses your jaw.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

He continues to ruthlessly snap his hips against yours.

“Such good pussy,” he says to himself.

“Jay,” you whisper, barely being able to speak. Your legs are trembling and your hips are starting to twist.

“Cum for me baby,” he encourages you. “Make me proud.”

He watches as you come undone. Your eyes rolling back, your back arching, all of it. It’s enough to send him over the edge.

He groans into your neck as your cunt pulses around him. You hold onto him tight, still in shock from the orgasm he gave you.

He kisses your collarbone and rubs your waist. “Good girl.” he says before kissing your forehead.

He pulls out and quickly rushes to get a towel to clean you up.

Comfortable silence wafts by as he does so.

“What am I supposed to say now?” you joke and he laughs.

“Usually you just say ‘you were so good’ or something like that.”

You frown. “I don’t wanna be reminded that you’ve had sex with other people before.”

“Why? Does it make you jealous?” he teases.

“A little.” you roll your eyes.

“Okay this will be my first time from now on.” he says and you giggle.

“We just lost our virginities dude.”

“Sick right?” he plops down beside you and gives you a fist bump.

#enhypen smut #jay enhypen smut #Kpop smut

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normally-alexis · 3 years

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|| Twins

Pairings - Wilbur x Reader × Techno

Growing up within the Philza Minecraft household it was pretty tough being the only girl there. Tommy would always be yelling at Tubbo so you couldn't study properly, Wilbur was always loud fighting with Tommy. You all weren't blood-related but Philza just took you in from Dream when you were in your teenage years.

At the time You, Techno, and Wilbur were close to age so you all would get along smoothly. When you were 15 Techno and Wilbur were 16, Philza had you guys train a lot and work. You sorta were one of Philza's favorites so you didn't have to work all the time.

You and Techno were in a pretty tight relationship, he was calm and collective and wasn't so loud. He was one of the reasons that keep the house quiet. Wilbur was sorta the opposite of his twin and It showed, he was into music while Techno wanted anarchy and no government.

Tommy usually wasn't home because he played with Tubbo, being only teenagers it was pretty boring without social interaction from other people. You decided to train with Techno for a while to get better if you needed to fight against anything or anyone.

He said he'd be gentle even though he wasn't even that stronger than you were, it wasn't a sword fight because you didn't want to get scared it was just a normal training session on seeing who gets on the ground first.

Of course, it's unfair since he weighs more than you. "This is unfair, you weigh more," you didn't like being on the ground more or less being underneath somebody. "I thought you like challenges." He stops for a moment and puts his hands in his pocket.

"Not ones I know that I'm going to lose," He knew that he would win so you can't let him win on his own. "Unrelated topic {Y/N}," you look back at him shifting your attention and hum as a response. "Since we aren't blood-related we could be in a relationship."

He's not wrong but it would be a large pill to swallow being in a relationship with somebody you grew up with. "You aren't wrong but we're still minors," you laugh it off not thinking about the moment.

As you grew up you didn't stop thinking about that moment that Techno said 5 years ago, you were an adult at the time so you could do anything now including drinking and having sex. You hung out with Techno and Wilbur more often since Tommy was a teenager you only sometimes visit him whenever you visit Philza.

You had a pretty big place to stay in but it was very secretive since you were attached to it and whenever somebody has attachments on the server it's a weigh down. You exit out of your house walking down the stairs.

You hear your wolf barking and ignore the sounds, Techno had invited you to a Hot springs to catch up on whatever you guys were doing. Nothing much was thought about the moment but you thought about being alone with Techno half-naked.

You continue walking through the dirty and deep vines, your shoe gets stuck halfway but you shake it off and keep going. The hot springs weren't originally spawned but it was something built by Lazarbeam.

You weren't far away from anything so it wasn't going to be such a long walk, you cut through the forest to get into the Dream SMP. Not too far from the path, you were a few feet from the hot springs.

You just assumed you were earlier than Techno and you open the door to the hot springs, you walk inside and close the door looking around. Techno's crown and cape is placed on the hook, he was here before you.

There's a red beanie on a hook as well but you don't look at it very much. You take off your jacket and hang it on the hook, you throw your shoes on the ground and leave them in the room. You make your way into the Female bathroom and close the door behind you.

You start stripping off your clothes off and taking your bra and underwear off. You place your old clothes on the top shelf, you throw your pocket knife on the ground because you didn't want it to get rusty inside of the bath.

You walk over towards the shower area and grab the showerhead, you turn it on and start spraying your body with the water. After a few light sprays of water, you grab a towel and wrap it around your chest.

You keep it tied up tightly, You look at your legs making sure they aren't bruised or showing any body hair. It wasn't visible or wasn't even there so you made your way out of the bathroom outside where the hot tub was.

You peek outside and see Wilbur and Techno waiting, having a dirty mind came with two perks. Having a threesome with men you grew up with but weren't blood-related too, or have rough sex with one of them and let the other be jealous.

You shake the thoughts and enter inside of the hot tub. You remove the towel once you were in the water and throw it to the side. You had seen male genitals before nothing to be dirty-minded about, plus you and Techno had multiple moments when you've seen each other naked.

being stared down at by two men naked was very odd. "Techno remember five years ago when we were about to fight," he takes a moment to think back Wilbur wasn't aware of the situation because it was an inside thing.

"Yeah, I suppose," he responds since you guys were still minors at the time of the conversation before it was illegal but if you did it now it wouldn't be illegal. The guilt of having sexual acts with somebody you grew up with faded away the older you grew up.

It's embarrassing to out yourself in such a pitiful way, "Want to do it now?" Knowing that Wilbur was still there with you and Techno it sorta gave you an ego boost. "Wilbur's still here," you smile at techno and cover the expressions because that's immature.

"Threesomes exist," Obviously there wouldn't be any relationship between Wilbur and Techno it was just having relationships toward the female in the relationship. Techno stays quiet for a moment and Wilbur leaned back putting his arms up.

You move closer to Technoblade and grab his chin looking back up at him. "C'mon Techno You'd enjoy it," teasing Technoblade is a very dominant move since he's normally more dominant than others.

Techno gives in and places his hands on your waist picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist. He moves you both over towards Wilbur, Techno moves his towel to the side and places you on top of him.

You stop for a moment to take him in at once. Virgins are usually the horniest people, you don't move for a while neither does he at least 'for the moment.'

Wilbur isn't getting much attention since you had more feelings for Techno but also shared a good amount with Wilbur. Technoblade was everybody's favorite... Wilbur moves behind you grabbing onto your boobs.

He pinches your nipples for a moment, teasing your reflexes. You squeal from it and then get very weak from it. Techno starts moving himself but it's not fast because the water slows the pace down.

Nothing could go possibly wrong, just with your two favorite boys.. Wilbur rubs over your nipples not being so rough on you. Techno grabs one of your legs and spreads it further apart by a little giving him more room to work with.

The water was getting really warm against your skin and the teasing wasn't helping it very much. Two twins in opposite positions one teasing your upper half the other teasing your lower half. Wilbur got bored and started leaving bite marks on your body, each bitemark trace hurt from the last one.

Techno hit your g-spot even inside of the water and you squirm and squeal. Guest the statement "never trust twins" comes into play at this moment. It's not safe to climax into a hot tub even though there's chlorine inside of the water it's still dangerous.

Before you could ever state that you were going to Climax Techno stops thrusting and then pulls out causing you to have a failed orgasm. He likes seeing you on your edge knowing that you can't get what you wanted.

Your body was covered in bite marks and it was very visible. "You're so annoying," Techno laughs at you and flicks your head leaving you with Wilbur holding closely onto you.

✩‧₊ Make Sure to Drink water / Eat ✩‧

✩‧ Btw it's about to be 4 am < 3 ✩‧

#mcyt smut #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt x reader #techno smut #wilbur smut

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rayslittlekitten · 3 years

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2. All I Want For Christmas Is You

1. Last Christmas | A Very TF Christmas Masterlist | 3. Santa Baby

A/N: The song doesn’t quite apply lyrically to the fic, but I feel like it’s a Christmas song Benny would enjoy the heck out of. YT link below.

Again, thanks to @kesskirata @green-socks @spanishmossmagnolia and the rest of my discord crew in beta reading and helping me shape the story.

Rating: G

Pairing: Benny Miller & Named GN!OC (Sam)

Word Count: 1,416

Plot: Having to work on Christmas Eve, Benny makes the most of it while being on shift with his favorite co-worker.

Contains: wholesome platonic fun, a little cursing, gender-neutral pronouns

The whole store looks like closing time on a Black Friday. Items are strewn all over the shelves and scuffed linoleum tiles. Perishable products are found in places that are nowhere near where they should be. There are definitely broken or damaged items all around the store, including fixtures. The last customer left fifteen minutes ago and the final thing left to do is to clean up before locking up. Christmas music is still playing throughout the quiet, empty store.

Sam, who is still wearing their blue uniform vest and cheap elf costume including the booties, is collecting misplaced items customers left in random places and tossing them into a cart. Suddenly, a roll of holiday-themed wrapping paper is flying towards Sam and lands on the floor next to the cart. Sam looks up in the direction of where it came from and sees the tip of a different wrapping paper roll peeking out from an aisle. It slowly moves out further until the person wielding it reveals themselves.

"En garde!"

Sam smiles seeing their favorite coworker, Benny, wearing a Darth Vader mask left over from Halloween while still having on his elf costume he was also required to wear during the holiday season. Sam goes to pick up the roll of wrapping paper by their feet and brandishes it with both hands, getting into stance and preparing for battle.

When Benny swings his weapon, he makes a whooshing sound like he's swinging a lightsaber. Sam and Benny battle it out. They've been having these duels all month every time they've had to close up together and Sam is in the lead with 10-8. All the toy lightsabers are sold out so they have to make do with whatever they have available. Benny has a wider wingspan, but Sam's shorter height and speed makes it easier for them to dodge Benny's advances.

Sam is able to quickly block each one of Benny's swings as Benny keeps moving forward. Sam turns into a toy aisle as they back up. Seeing a child's Captain America shield, Sam picks it up and uses it to defend themself.

"Okay, a lightsaber would probably go right through vibranium." Benny pulls his mask up. "So you lose an arm at least."

"Says who?" Sam asks.

"Says Mark Hamill himself! Come on, lightsabers cut through everything."

They both look at each other, thinking for a moment until Sam without warning jabs Benny in the gut with the wrapping paper.

"11 to 8!" Sam drops the wrapping paper and shield onto the floor and throws their one good arm up in the air.

"Hey, that's not fair!"

"The fight never stopped, Benjamin!" Sam starts doing a victory dance.

"Fine, I'll let you have that because it's Christmas Eve." Benny takes his mask off.

"I don't need your pity win. I won it fair and square." Sam sticks their tongue out at Ben.

"Whatever. Let's finish up so we can get the fuck out of here." Benny chucks the mask onto a nearby shelf.

"You can go if you want. I can finish this and I'll just punch you out when I leave," Sam shrugs. "I'll vouch for you."

"Leave you here to do this by yourself? On Christmas Eve? Come on, we're a team." Benny points to both himself and Sam. "We can get this done quickly and then we can both go celebrate Christmas."

"I don't have any plans after this so..." Sam shrugs as they start pushing the cart again. "I know you have your friend Frankie's party to go to."

"You don't celebrate Christmas?" Benny asks, following Sam.

"I do, but my family celebrates it on Christmas day so I'll see them tomorrow." Sam grabs the small tub of ice cream someone abandoned in the chips and dip aisle. A decision was clearly made. Benny grimaces when milky liquid drips from the cardboard carton and Sam tosses it into the cart.

"So what are you doing after your shift?" Benny grabs the mop which he had temporarily put aside for the wrapping paper battle, and swipes the mop over the floor where the melting ice cream fell.

"Go home and watch Christmas movies while eating take out. I do that every year." Sam pushes the cart and continues down the aisle.

"Hey, I got an idea." Benny continues following Sam. "Why don't you come to my buddy's party? You've met Fish before."

"I don't know. I feel like I'm intruding."

"Trust me. Frankie wouldn't mind. My brother, Santi and Tom will be there too." Ben starts walking backwards with one hand on the cart.

Sam smirks, but is still thinking about it.

"There will be free booze and delicious home cooked food made by Frankie's family," Benny still tries to convince Sam.

"I'll think about it," Sam replies. "Meet back here in an hour?"

"I'll race ya. Whoever finishes first gets a bonus point," Benny throws out there.

"Don't cry about it when the score goes up to 12 to 8." Sam then dashes off with the cart.

*********** Sam looks at their watch and sees it's close to the end of the shift. As Sam heads over to the rendezvous point, the familiar jingle of the one songs that has been playing at least ten times a day for the last month or two comes through the speakers.

Suddenly, a deep voice on the PA system joins in to harmonize with Mariah Carey.

“IIIIII don’t want a lot for Christmaaaas, there is just one thing I neeeeed…”

Sam stops and looks up as if the answers are on the fluorescent lighting.

“Don’t care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree…”

Sam smirks and then continues walking.

“I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know…”

A hand sticks out from the aisle where the meeting point is to pick up a toy tambourine off the open floor. Sam follows it.

“Make my wish come trueee, ooohh. All I want for Christmaaaaaas iiiiiis…”

Sam turns into the aisle and finds Benny, who is still in his elf costume clutching the handset that allows him access to the store's PA system, without missing a beat, turns to Sam and points the tambourine at them.

"Youuuuuuu!!!"

Benny starts shaking the tambourine in tune with the bells in the song, and then bangs it against his hip to the beat. Sam smiles watching Benny singing and dancing his heart out, putting on a show. Benny has always been Sam's favorite co-worker. He's like a work spouse. He's silly and doesn't take himself too seriously. If it wasn't for him, Sam probably would have quit a long time ago.

Benny puts the tambourine on the shelf and steps closer to Sam. He takes Sam's hand and starts dancing with them, swaying back and forth, two-stepping, then swinging their arm and twirling them around. At some point he brings his face and the handset closer to Sam's face and they sing along with him. They continue to dance and sing to each other.

Benny abandons the handset and grabs Sam's other hand so he's holding onto both. They both jump and twist and spin each other around, really getting into the festive song.

"All I want for Christmas is youuuuuu, babyyyyyyy!"

"Okay, my stamina sucks," Benny says, hunched over with his hands on his knees while trying to catch his breath.

"Mr. Benny 'Knock 'Em Out' Miller?" Sam asks in surprise.

"Shut up. I haven't trained in a while." Benny stands up straight. "I've been doing a lot of holiday eating." Benny pats his belly.

Sam walks over to the dangling handset to place it back onto the receiver.

"You ready to blow this joint?" Benny asks.

"Yup. Let's get out of these terrible costumes and lock up."

Benny follows Sam as they head to the back area that's only allowed for the employees and staff.

"So you coming to Frankie's party?" Benny asks as they enter the locker room. "The night is still young."

Sam thinks about it for a few moments as they both start changing into their regular clothes.

"Okay, fine," Sam smirks. "Let's celebrate this last day of the season because you know the day after Christmas, we're gonna have to start prepping the store for Valentine's Day."

"Let's get the fuck outta here!" Benny and Sam lock up and walk towards their respective cars.

"I won the bonus point by the way. I got there first." Benny proudly grins.

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#Garrett Hedlund #Garrett Hedlund fanfiction #Benny Miller #Ben Miller #Triple Frontier #Triple Frontier Fanfiction #OC #gender neutral #A Very TF Christmas #TF Christmas #Christmas #2 of 5

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thebookreader12345 · 3 years

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Not Gone Yet

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x reader

Summary: Connor’s supposed to be taking a job at the Mayo Clinic, but when Y/N finds him back at work next shift, she questions why he didn’t leave

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: slight swearing, mention of injuries

Word Count: 1,556 Words

It all started the day Connor and I first met.

Flashback

I was waiting for the next patient to come through the ambulance bay doors. There had been a huge train accident, and dozens of people were being sent our way. All of the doctors had been given people to work on, and now it was just me. Just then, a gurney barreled through the double doors, and on top of my patient was a young, handsome looking man.

“28-year-old male with crush injuries, a severed artery, and massive blood loss,” the man informed me as I grabbed ahold of the gurney and escorted it into the nearest available trauma room. “I got a tourniquet on his right leg and tried to intubate, but I couldn't get his jaw open. He lost his pulse on the ride.”

“Put him on our monitor and rapid transfuser,” I order the nearest nurse. “Also, grab 4 units of O-neg and start with a round of Epi.”

“I already hit him with Epi twice. Still no pulse. He's in fib,” the man told me.

“All right, I’ve got it from here,” I exclaim.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay,” the guy stated.

“If you don’t mind me asking, who the hell are you?” I retort.

“I'm the new trauma fellow,” the man replied. After the patient had been passed off to a surgeon, I went looking for the man who had helped me earlier, and I found him in an empty patient room attempting to do stitches on his bicep.

“You need some help?” I question.

The man shook his head. “Nope. I’m good.”

“Okay. And uh, thanks for the help earlier,” I say.

“It was no problem. I’m Connor Rhodes, by the way,” the man greeted me.

I smiled. “Y/N L/N.” I then looked down at his cut, and when I saw that his stitches were near perfect, I was tremendously impressed. “You closed that almost perfectly. Where'd you pick that up?”

“Riyadh,” Connor replied. “I spent a year there after my residency. Saudis paid me well not to leave unsightly scars.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you Connor. I hope to see you around,” I claim.

“Yeah. I hope so too,” Connor spoke with a smile.

Flashback End

That was a few years ago, and now, we were friends. Great friends. However, for me, there was always something a little more between us. I had gained feelings for my co-worker, and no matter how much I tried to get rid of them, they wouldn’t go away. So I hid them. And now, Connor was taking a job at the Mayo Clinic, and tonight we were having a going away party for him. I was milling around the little Hawaiian themed bar on the riverfront, talking to other co-workers and such, and when I finished greeting everyone that I needed to, I walked off to find Connor. I eventually found him on a little dock peering at the river down below, and I went to join him.

“You, sir, are missing your lei,” I tell him and slide the bright pink flower necklace over his head. “And you’re also missing out on your party. Whatcha doing here all alone?”

“Just thinking,” Connor responded and stared out at the water.

“About?” I question.

Connor shrugged. “A lot of different stuff, I guess.”

“Well, seeing as you’re my best friend, I am not going to let you sulk in the corner all night. This is the last time we’re going to get to hang out in who knows how long, and I’m going to make it worth every second. Come on,” I demand and lace my hand with his before dragging him back to the party. As the music’s volume loudened, I led Connor over to the designated dance floor and began to dance alongside some of my co-workers.

“What are you doing?” Connor asked and laughed.

“Dancing, and you’re making me look stupid, so please dance with me,” I say. Connor hesitated, but soon gave in, and together we moved to the beat of the music. Connor twirled me around before pulling me back into his arms, and then we just stayed there in each other’s embraces. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my cheek on his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. For a few minutes, we just stood there, holding each other tightly, neither of us wanting to let go. “I’m gonna miss you so much,” I murmur.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” Connor mumbled into my hair and gave me a soft squeeze. And that was the last night I was supposed to ever see my best friend. I took my next shift off so that I could gather myself before going back to work, because once I had left the party and made it back to my apartment, I was a sobbing mess. I changed into some comfortable clothes, climbed into bed, and then cried myself to sleep. It was hard losing a best friend, especially someone I was so close with like Connor. After a few days though, my break was over, which meant I had to get back to work. Part of me wanted to take another day off because I didn’t want to go back to the hospital and not see Connor, but the other half of me knew that it was time to get back to my normal routine. I promised myself I would text Connor later, and once I got dressed, I headed to the hospital. When I walked through the ED doors, memories of Connor and I doing the same hit me, but I pushed them away and tried to focus on something else, and that just happened to be the doctor with curly ginger hair standing a few feet away from me.

“Hey, Will,” I greet and lean against the nurses’ station next to him.

“Hey, Y/N. How was your break?” Will asked and set down the tablet he was looking at.

“Good,” I reply. “It was much needed. So, you got any good cases you need help on?”

Will laughed. “You haven’t even put your stuff away yet. Come see me after that and then we’ll see.” I nodded and made my way to the doctors’ lounge, desperate to shed my bag and jacket so that I could get a case that would distract me. However, when I entered the lounge, I froze in my tracks. There, standing not even a dozen feet away from me, was Connor Rhodes, clad in a pair of black scrubs.

“Connor?” I question.

Connor looked up from his phone, and when he saw me, he smiled. “Y/N, hey.” I dropped my bag to the floor and launched myself into his arms, squeezing him tightly. For a few seconds, we stayed in each others’ arms, but eventually, I pulled away.

“What the hell are you doing here? Why aren’t you gone yet? You’re supposed to be in Minnesota,” I point out.

“I know, but the board agreed to run my Hybrid OR project, and they wanted me to stay and run the program,” Connor explained.

I smiled. “That’s great. I’m happy that your project is taking off.”

“That’s not really why I decided to stay though,” Connor stated. “I decided to stay because of you.”

“W-what?” I stammer out as Connor grabbed ahold of my hands.

“I stayed in Chicago for you, Y/N. You’ve always felt like more than a best friend to me, and I didn’t want to pass up the chance to be with you. If you feel the same way, of course,” Connor added. Without hesitation, I leaned up and pressed my lips to Connor’s. He kissed back immediately, winding his arms around my waist to pull me closer. I melted into Connor’s body, enjoying the warmth that emitted from him, along with the way it felt to be kissing him. Our lips moved together in sync for as long as possible, until finally, we had to pull away to breathe. “I’m really glad you feel the same way,” Connor confessed.

“Me too. I uh, I actually have to get back out to the ED to help Will with a case, but can we meet up after shift?” I quiz and shove my things into my cubby.

“Of course,” Connor answered. “I can’t wait. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah. See you later. Oh, and good luck with the OR,” I call out as I left the residents’ lounge. I made my way over to Will, who was grinning like an idiot, something he didn’t do too often. “What?” I ask.

Will nodded to Connor, who had just exited the lounge and was making his way to the elevator. “I saw that.”

“No you didn’t,” I argue, my face turning a deep shade of red.

“Except I did,” Will countered. “So, are you going to tell me what just happened, or do I have to go hit up Connor for the details?”

I laughed and shook my head. “Neither. What you are gonna do though is cough up that case you said you had so we can get to work.”

“All right, but this conversation isn’t over,” Will said.

“It is for now. So, what do we got?” I question and look at the tablet in front of Will.

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bucky-barmes · 3 years

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☾✧✧✧ I'm just looking for a good night ✧✧✧☽

female enhanced!reader x tfatws!Bucky

In which you get dragged into a mess in Madripoor while just trying to enjoy yourself. But is the infamous Winter Soldier as bad as you always thought?

[ a/n: idk what this exactly is but i don't hate it, and who doesn't love asshole bucky? maybe i just have a problem, also loosely based on that madripoor episode. also also tried something new for the writing style so i hope you don't mind lemme know if it's shit ]

Minka is polish for strong-willed one, and is a name but here it’s used as a nickname as it’s reader insert

[ word count: ~3,580 words (this started as a lil drabble of reader meeting bucky at a bar, but i guess my brain had other ideas)

includes: asshole bucky, swearing - like a lot (i'm aussie okay?), drinking (alcoholism?), it's pretty fkn angsty, asshole bucky (i'm warning you ok), no -18 pls as it's not entirely g rated & has some implications

[ all works are my own, do not steal, repost or translate ]

tagging some friends (message if you wanna be on a perm taglist/if you don't wanna be tagged in future (i won't take it to heart i promise)) @sweetdreamsbuck @beefybuckrrito @mymindslabyrinth @igotnoname4thisblog @theluxuriousfangirl @posinhay @barnesand1

The music was blaring, sending vibrations through her body as she swayed to the fast beat. Drink sloshing around as she waved her arms around her above her head. This was it. This was living. Drunk, surrounded by strangers. No one knew her and she knew no one. She was free. And it was incredible.

Going to clubs alone was dangerous, she couldn't remember the number of times her mother had warned her not to. She must have been rolling in her grave at her daughter not only going to a club alone, but to a club in Madripoor no less. The thrill that anything could happen only exciting her more. That, and knowing that the Powerbroker wouldn't let anything happen to her, wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on her. That was the perk of being enhanced and not looking like it, it made you useful.

She had lost track of the hours, and the drinks, thinking only of how good the music made her feel. Of how nothing had felt this good in so long.

She waded through the sea of people, already locking eyes with the bartender as she made a beeline for the bar. She was stopped in her tracks, however, by a wall of bodies.

An almost animalistic growl ripped through her as she slapped her hand down on the shoulder of the man in the middle, a big fur collar adorning his coat. A hard hand gripped her wrist in response and her eyes shifted slowly from the back of man one to the owner of the hand.

Her eyes widened at who they landed on, then narrowed to barely visible slits. Yanking her hand back she didn't break her glare.

"I'm sorry, Dove, did we cut in?" The voice of the middle man broke her chain of thought, and when she looked back to him, he had turned to face her. "How about we buy you a drink to apologise."

"I don't want your handouts, Baron." Venom dripped from her words as she spat back her response. She wedged herself between the Baron and the third man, not someone she recognised, to snatch the drink the bartender placed out for her. "Besides, I don't pay here anyway, don't want you wasting your money."

She was about to work her way back through the crowd of people and to the middle of the dance floor again when she had a thought.

"Hold the fucking phone." Spinning on the spot, her eyes narrowed again, this time at the Baron, but that didn't stop her from seeing the man to his left step forward defensively.

"How are you even here? Last I heard you were stuck in a prison in Germany." Her drink was down and she slammed the glass down on the bar, getting threateningly close to him as she did. "Thought you were never getting out after what you did to them." Her sentence trailed off as her eyes flicked to the man next to him, the one with the metal arm.

The Baron offered her his signature smug smile. "Some people had other plans."

"Well, whatever you're planning," She closed the gap between them further. The shifting of bodies next to them was halted with a raise of the Baron's hand. "Stay the fuck away from me." Hatred seeped from her whole body.

Snatching the new drink that was placed on the bar, her gaze was turned to the apparent bodyguard.

"And I'd think twice before you lay a hand on me again." There was no response, but a subtle cocky smirk instead that only heated her further. She was gone before any of them could speak another word to her.

She was only able to start enjoying herself once more when the sight of the three men had disappeared, then, she was able to let her guard down and the beat of the music slowly took her over again. Until she got a call.

Plugging her other ear so she could hear, she took mental note of the location she was told to move to. The call ended abruptly, they always did with the Powerbroker, but this one was serious. She had begun picking up on the subtle differences between the calls.

Her gun was pulled from her thigh holster as she advanced towards the room Selby used for meetings.

She listened from a distance, the ability being one of many. A phone rang. An awkward silence as the conversation started. Names were thrown around, first Smiling Tiger. 'Yeah, that guy was definitely not Smiling Tiger', she thought to herself as she listened, remembering her run in with him one time. The phone call ended with a goodbye to "Sam"?

There were gunshot before she had time to process anything further.

Kicking the door down, she stepped through slowly, gun raised. It had fallen silent, the three men stood in the middle of the room.

"Holy fuck, what did you do?" Her voice was a mix of shock and anger. The men snapped their heads up.

"Things didn't exactly go according to plan, Dove." The Baron regretfully shrugged as he looked around at the collection of bodies on the floor, inclusive of Selby's.

"Well, why the fuck am I-" A fifth person joined the room before she could finish.

"Because the Powerbroker requested it." Sharon Carter approached her, stone-faced. “And nobody disobeys the Powerbroker.”

“I don’t know, I might’ve had I know it was for these idiots.” She was dead serious as she said it, glaring at the men responsible for the bodies strewn about.

Sharon shot the other woman a look, a look that said ‘you better cut it out right now’.

"Don't, Minka." Sharon's use of the others' nickname amplified the seriousness of it all.

The men in the room didn’t know it, but she, Minka, was the only one who knew who the Powerbroker really was. And you could say she was somewhat of a bodyguard for them.

“The Powerbroker requested it. End of, so get over it.” Sharon snapped at her.

“I can’t believe you’re helping these people.” Her grip on her gun tightened as she interrogated Sharon. “After everything that happened last time.” Her sentence ended with a scoff, clicking on the safety of her gun. She didn't place it back in her holster just yet though.

“Enough.” Sharon’s remark was a bark. An order. “Whether you like it or not, you’re involved now, you’ve seen the bodies. You’re part of it now.”

Minka just glared at her, mumbling “lucky me” under her breath as her daggers turned to the men again. Her anger only bubbled more when she saw the one with the metal arm, the Winter Soldier, staring right back, something she couldn’t quite pick up on behind his cold eyes.

Many hours and gun fights later, everyone made it Sharon's place alive, much to the acrimony of some of them. Of Minka.

"You have a beautiful place, Miss Carter." Baron was walking around, admiring the art as he made the genuine compliment, but he was being eyed. Sharon's personal guard wasn't about to let him touch, ruin, anything.

"Don't touch anything, and get changed, everyone knows what we're wearing now." The last part was directed at the whole group. "And you look like shit, too." Her nose scrunched as she looked them over. Even her associate was included in the statement.

Sharon watched as her figure retreated to the room she had set up, she was there often enough to warrant her own one, and then directed the men to where they could pick out some clothes and change.

There was a soft thump as her body landed on the bed, and she released a long sigh into the covers.

"Yeah, Sharon, I'm not in the mood." Her voice was mumbled from the bed, but was loud enough to hear the frustration.

"Minka, huh?" That was not the voice of Sharon Carter. Her head snapped up to face the door to her room that she swore she locked.

"You don't get to call me that." If looks could kill, the man in the doorframe would have dropped to the floor in record time.

"Is that not your name, Doll?" Arms folded over his chest, a mix of metal and flesh.

"Is your name The Winter Soldier?" The words were laced with malice as she slid off the bed, moving towards him to push him out of her room, her safe space. "Now if you don't mind getting the fuck away from me."

A heavy boot stopped the door from clicking into place, his metal hand forcing it back open, eyes dark. "No, I don't think I will." He stepped into the room, pushing the door closed behind him. This time it was her that stopped the door from closing, hand gripped tightly on the handle, pulling back.

"You've got some fucking nerve coming here like that." Minka yanked the handle as the soldier pushed the door harder, breaking it clean off. "Coming back into Sharon's life like you aren't the one that fucked it up in the first place." The handle dropped with a loud thud.

For a moment, something flashed through his eyes. Regret? Sadness? Whatever it was lasted a mere second before he regained control.

"So, you're like me?" His gaze dropped to the handle on the ground, taking the opportunity to gaze down her body as he did.

It was all she could do from punching him right then and there. "Absolutely not!" If the venom in her voice wasn't evident before, it definitely was now. "I don't kill innocents."

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The soldier staring down darkly at the smaller woman.

"It's Bucky."

Her eyes narrowed. "What?"

"My name, it's Bucky. And you can call me that."

She couldn't hold back the scoff that fell from her lips. "I won't be calling you anything. After all this shit is cleaned up, you'll never see me again."

Bucky's head tilted ever so slightly, his voice soft but dark. "I wouldn't be so sure of that." But before she was able to punch question him, Sharon's voice bellowed through the building.

"Downstairs, now."

The pair ripped their eyes from each other, Minka's falling to the handle on the floor. "I'm telling her you broke that. Now fuck off so I can change." And she shoved him out of the room, closing the door over between them, making sure to not close it the whole say so she could actually get out when she was ready.

By the time she had finished getting ready and made her way down to everyone else, people had begun meandering in, admiring the art.

"Took you long enough." Sharon walked up behind her, whispering harshly in her ear.

"Yeah, well you can thank your old friend for that. He's an asshole, by the way." "And he's not a friend." "Well he's the reason I need a drink." She turned to face Sharon, giving her a look of 'I hate you for dragging me into this' before heading to the bar, fully intending on double parking it the whole night.

It didn't take long for her to finally loosen up again, 5 drinks to be exact, and be back in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by sweaty bodies. It may have been an art auction, but nothing was ever not a party in Madripoor, especially if it was organised by the Powerbroker themself.

Minka was so caught up in the moment that she had forgotten entirely about the events of the day, the people of the day.

She had, yet again, lost track of the number of drinks she'd had. But every drink handed her way was downed immediately, not taking any time to register where, or more like who, they were coming from. That was always her greatest weakness, denying alcohol.

She was happily about to take yet another unknown drink being handed to her, when it was snatched from her reach and discarded on a nearby table.

"Hey, what the fuck, that was mine!" She growled, turning with her fist ready to launch into whoever had the nerve to steal her drink.

"Stop taking drinks from strangers, are you an idiot?" Suddenly the memories of the men she had to deal with throughout the day came flooding back. "You're gonna get spiked- in fact, you were about to with that one."

"What? Have you been keeping an eye on me? That's not very Winter Soldier of you." Her tone was mocking as she glared up at Bucky, struggling to stand thanks to the combination of copious amounts of alcohol and continuous movement of people around her.

Bucky placed his large hands on her biceps to keep her steady, eyes narrowing at her words. "You really don't know how to be nice to people, do you?"

"You really don't know how to stay the fuck away from people that don't like you, do you?" She retorted immediately, pulling herself from his grip. "I don't need a goddamn babysitter, especially not you. You don't exactly have the best track record with protecting people." Her back was turned to him and stalking off before she even finished her sentence, but she was yanked back in by her forearm.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You're being watched like a hawk by at least 3 men. Who knows how many of them are trying to spike you and get you separated from the crowd." Bucky's eyes were anywhere but hers, scanning the vast room for anything suspicious, clearly on high alert.

"I don't understand why you fucking care?" Bucky's eyes snapped down to hers, alarmed by her intensity.

"Keep your voice down or you're gonna draw attention to us." He hissed at her, lowering his head and pulling her arm to move her closer to him.

"Good, maybe security will see you're harassing me and escort you out." She snarled, anger rising with every word he spoke. "I'm just looking for a good fucking night and you've managed to ruin it twice now."

"Well take it up with Sharon then, she's the one that told me to keep an eye on you. So clearly she thinks you do need a babysitter." He dropped her arm, that would be enough to keep her in her spot for now.

"You're lying." Her words were barely above a whisper, eyes narrowed at him. "She knows I can hold my own. She's literally hired me for personal protection before."

"Clearly not this time." Bucky's eyes were back to scanning the room. "Not with the types of people here tonight." Minka couldn't help but scoff.

"Oh, because you know Madripoor, right? You've spent how many years here? Oh, that's right, none." She suddenly saw her opportunity to escape, Bucky's eyes not trained on her and her arms free.

"Tell her, as much as I appreciate it, she can shove it." And with that she had weaved her way though the crowd of bodies.

But her abandonment didn't last nearly as long as she had hoped.

All of a sudden she was being pushed against the far wall of the room where she was escaping to, breath knocked out of her.

"What the fu-" Lips landing on hers cut off her protests. Her eyes widened when she realised who said lips belonged to.

"Get off of me!" She spat when she was finally able to push Bucky off. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"People are following you. If they know you're with me they're less likely to try something."

"I'm not with you. In fact, I want to be as far away from you as physically possible right now." Bucky's arms, which were trapping her in by pressing against the wall either side of her face, fell to his side. His face turned emotionless for a moment before returning to his usual arrogant demeanour.

"You can't tell me you didn't feel the spark." He winked, a cocky grin plastered on his face when he saw the heat creep to her cheeks.

"Please, you wish there was a spark." Her eyes rolled as she paused. "I've had knife fights with more spark than that."

"Maybe we should have a knife fight sometime then." Bucky's response was quick, and smooth.

"Have you forgotten that you're never going to see me again after all this shit? Although," Minka tapped her chin in mock thought. "If you're offering to let me stab you, I'll gladly take you up on that." Unlike Bucky's, her face held no semblance of humour.

"I'm sure you'll change your mind by the end of it." Bucky eyed her suggestively.

"God, please don't tell me you're into me. Maybe I do want those supposed guys to take me, seems better than the alternative." She groaned at the thought of having to deal with him fawning after her.

Bucky's face indicated that that was definitely not he case. His eyes, however, suggested her words had hurt him a little. "God, never. But if you really want, I can hand deliver you to them myself." He pointed in the direction of said men.

Her nose crinkled. "Okay, maybe not them."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Sharon, we have a serious problem!" Minka stormed into the kitchen after the last few people had left and the party was over, Bucky not far behind her. "So I need a babysitter now? I thought I was the personal protection around here." Her fist collided heavily with the table.

"You are," Sharon looked at her nonchalantly as she poured herself a glass of whiskey. "Until alcohol is involved. You're as useless as that new Captain America when there's booze around." A sip. "Case in point." Sharon hummed, watching your eyes follow her glass from bench, to mouth, to bench again.

"Oh please." She snorted. "And you thought pairing me with this idiot was a good idea?" He hand gestured back to Bucky at idiot, not caring if it offended him. "He just makes me want to drink more."

Sharon was about to give her a look, but Minka just shook her head, throwing her hands up. "No, I'm not dealing with this tonight. I'm going to bed." "Take him with you." Sharon nodded towards Bucky.

"Oh fuck no, why the fuck would I-" "Because everyone knows you're involved, and your head is on a spike now, too. They want you dead, Minka." She couldn't argue with Sharon when she used her nickname for her. And the pain in her voice was evident.

"Fine, but you're sleeping on the floor." Bucky just shrugged, "nothing new."

"You sleep there." A finger pointed to the sofa on the far side of the room. Conveniently away from the bed. "I'll get you a blanket."

Bucky's brow quirked. "I thought I was on the floor?" He feigned confusion, head tilting to the side before his cocky smirk returned.

"Keep going and you will be." The blanket was thrown at his face, along with a pillow.

"A pillow too? Wow, it's like a 5 star hotel." She just glared.

"If you snore, you're out. If you sleep talk, you're out. You make any sort of noise and you're out. Capisce?"

"Guess it's a good thing I don't sleep then, huh?" Bucky threw the blanket and pillow onto the sofa.

"Now see, that just makes it weird. Like that scene from Twilight." "Well, yeah, when you put it like that it is." His face screwed up at the thought, recalling the scene.

"How do you- Actually no, I'm tired and I don't care." She had been about to ask how he understood the reference, but decided that was going to open a whole can of worms that she didn't care about.

"I may be over 100, but I have seen Twilight. Wanda made me watch it with her." He didn't need to be a mind reader to know what she was about to ask. And he didn't blame her, it probably would be surprising that a 106 year old had seen Twilight.

"Don't worry, Doll, I won't stare. Much." And now it was her turn to scrunch her face up.

"If you fucking touch me, I'll rip that metal arm from your body and shove it so far up your ass." Her sentence trailed off, however, when Bucky stepped closer to her, his gaze intense as he looked down at her.

"And how do you think I would touch you?" Another step closer, making her step back and gulp.

With her mouth agape, Minka was lost for words, probably for the first time in her life. Sharon unknowingly came to her rescue, though, when she knocked on the door while entering.

"Set your alarm for 6," Her eyes narrowed at them both and the distance, or lack there of, between them. "We've gotta be out of here asap tomorrow. Make sure you get enough sleep." "Will do, Sharon." Minka's gaze flicked to her, nodding once before she left the room, confusion plastered on her features.

"Right, well that's bed time then." Her tongue ran over her lips nervously, and she was painfully aware of Bucky's eyes watching. "I'm going to get changed." She turned and basically ran to the bathroom attached to her room.

"I'll be out here waitin'." "You're disgusting, don't think anything." "Wouldn't dream of it, doll."

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captainwans · 3 years

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DRUNK IN LOVE

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pairing: bucky barnes x fem! reader

summary:

where she expresses her love for him in form of alcohol and playfulness.

word count: 1756

warnings: none; sweet rotting fluff, implied smut

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“Y/N, we’re taking shots. It’s on me!” Natasha exclaimed through the loud music with a happy grin on her face, holding her hand as the pair went back to their friends. After a successful mission, the team wanted to celebrate and enjoy themselves since they haven’t been able to get a break nowadays due to being on missions and saving the world, and a party sounded very nice at the moment, but not in Y/N’s case.

She wanted nothing more than to be in her boyfriend’s arms, watching their favorite show as they cuddled up on the couch and eating lots of ice cream. Guilt washed over the female, making her stomach churn at the thought of Bucky being alone at the compound, and she could’ve stayed with him, but Natasha, alongside others wanted her to have fun and loosen up for a little while.

“You sure you don’t wanna come, babe?” Y/N’s muffled sounds echoed through the bathroom. She put her hair into a bun, leaving a few hair strands in front of her face and applying lipstick, not noticing Bucky’s presence behind her, who was leaning against the doorframe.

“I’m sure, doll. You go and have fun with the others,” he answered with a smile, watching her through the mirror before walking closer to her, sneaking his hands around her waist, hugging her from behind, and planting soft kisses onto her neck. “You’re beautiful.”

Her stomach fluttered, the warm feeling in her body making her cheeks turn red. Turning her body away from the mirror to face him, she let out a small groan, but still had a smile on her face, “I really don’t wanna go. Can’t I just ditch the others and be with you instead?” she whined, her lips forming into a pout.

Bucky chuckled and brought both of his hands to her face, “I don’t want you to go either, doll, but knowing Wanda, I won’t take the chance.” he admitted with a slight scoff, shuddering at the memory of Wanda getting into his head once and using that as payback for messing with her.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, knowing all too well what he meant. “It wasn’t that bad,” she said, giving him a playful smile making him frown. “It was bad, Y/N. She’s basically the devil.” he dramatically argued making her playfully roll her eyes.

“I heard that, Barnes!” Wanda’s loud voice erupted down the hall, making the pair jump watching her entering their room. The Scarlet Witch gave Y/N a smile and a glare at Bucky, making him shake his head, “You see what I’m talking about?” he told his girlfriend with a look.

“You guys, I swear to god. .” she mumbled under her breath before making her way to the closet to find a jacket.

“Are the others ready, yet?” Y/N asked Wanda as she took on her jacket before making her way to Bucky, giving him a quick kiss.

Wanda nodded her head, watching the pair share a kiss, making her scrunch her nose in disgust, “You’re the only one left. Now, hurry up. You can smooch your man later.”

Thor’s laughter snapped her out of her daydreaming, watching Tony and Thor’s attempt at downing as many shots as possible, making her lip tug upwards as she shook her head at their playful banter. Natasha stood beside her, holding two glasses of alcohol, giving her a smirk.

“You ready to get wasted, Y/L/N?” the Russian assassin asked her with a smug expression on her face causing her to laugh. She took the drink from her hand and took a sip, coughing as the liquid burned down her throat.

Wanda joined the pair shortly, bringing them to the dance floor. Y/N lost count of how many drinks she had consumed later that night, and she was all over the place which made Wanda cautious and skipped drinking to watch over her, amusement filling her eyes as she watched her best friend goofing around.

“Bucky’s gonna kill me..” Wanda muttered to herself, a smirk etched onto her face.

The party was still going even though it was late, but the team decided to head back to the compound and call it a night. Wanda held Y/N arm and helped her up the stairs as they went up the tower with everyone trailing behind them.

“B-Bucky m-must b-be worried, we’ve b-been g-gone for a while,” Y/N hiccuped, giggling as she hid her face onto Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda let out a soft chuckle, holding her hands as she listened to her slurry words.

The rest of the team said their goodnights and left the two girls alone, “I-I want B-Bucky, where is he?” she whined to her friend, pulling away from her grip and stumbled down the hallway. Wanda rolled her eyes and followed after her, making sure she didn’t face plant on the floor but stopped mid-way when she saw Bucky heading her way.

“Thanks, Wanda. I’ll take it from here,” he thanked the Scarlet Witch with a nod, making her smile, leaving the couple alone.

“Alright, doll. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, his gaze softening as her eyes lit up at the sight of him. She giggled and jumped into his arms, making him stumble back with a small laugh. His hands were on her back, rubbing comfortably.

“Baby, hi. We were just talking about you,” she said in a high-pitched voice, and let out a gasp, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oops, the others are sleeping,” she whispered to him, bringing her finger to his mouth.

Bucky held her finger and kissed it before picking her up, carrying her to their room. She was still in her own world, ranting and gushing over her love for him. “You’re so cute, Buckaroo.” she cooed and held his face, squeezing his cheeks. He looked down at her, his smile never leaving his face. “Look at yourself, doll.” She kissed his nose and hid her face into his neck.

Entering their room, he gently let her down and brought her to the bathroom to remove her makeup. With Y/N bickering and complaining, she soon gave up and let him take the charge.

“You need help with that?” he asked her with a grin, watching her fiddling with the zipper behind her dress. She groaned and let out a gloomy sigh, “Get this off of me or I will throw hands.” she mumbled, but enough for him to hear.

With a chuckle he stood behind her, having a gentle hand on her back and unzipping the dress, making it fall down the floor with a small thud. He clenched his jaw as he took in her figure, her exposed skin making his stomach flutter.

She turned around to met his flushed face and giggled, pulling him closer to her body. She closed the distance between them and brought him into a searing kiss. Their eyes closed and Bucky’s hands dropped to her waist, pulling her closer. Her hands slid up to his chest, deepening the kiss, sighing dreamily at his touch.

Before it could go any further, Bucky pulled away making her frown. Holding her face with his hands, he rested his forehead against hers, “You’re drunk, sweetheart.” he said against her lips, giving her another kiss before handing her one of his t-shirts.

Y/N lips formed into a downwards pout, stumping her feet on the floor. “N-No, I’m not d-drunk,” she denied, slurring with her words as he helped her put the shirt over her head.

Once she was clothed, she pulled him closer once again, puckering her lips, “Please?” she begged, giving him the puppy eyes he’s grown to love. She fiddled with his belt but groaned when he stopped her, his hands covering with hers and giving her a playful glare.

“Not today, doll,” he said in a gentle tone. She looked down at her feet, her eyebrows furrowed. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her head, tears formed in her eyes, and looked up at Bucky, her eyes glistering with tears. “You d-don’t wanna sleep with me?” she sniffed, her glassy eyes staring into his.

Bucky’s stomach twisted and brought you into his arms, “Hey, no, baby. I didn’t mean it like that.” he comforted her and rested his chin above her head, planting a kiss on her head. “You’ve had too much to drink and you’re not in the right state of mind right now,” he told her, pulling away.

His heart clenched and brought his hand to her face, wiping a tear from her face. She let out a gloomy sigh, “Buck, I’m sleepy.”

“Let’s get you to bed, then.” he helped her down the bed and joined shortly after, pulling the duvet closer to their bodies. She scooted closer to his side and laid her head on his chest, sleep consuming her.

The next morning was the worst. It felt like her brain was shredded in bits and her body ached. Slowly opening her eyes, she let her eyes take in every ray of sunlight before moving her body to the side, blindly reaching to Bucky’s side, but found empty space instead.

Planting her face onto the pillow, she groaned, “Bucky?” the ex-assassin came right in, holding a glass of water and some Advil in his hands. He put them on the nightstand and sat down on the bed, his metal arm touching her skin making her shiver.

“Morning to you too, doll. Here drink this it will ease the pain,” he told her before handing her a glass of water and painkillers. Groggily sitting up, she took the glass from his hands and swallowed the pill.

Putting the glass back on the nightstand, she pulled Bucky down the bed, making him laugh as she pulled the duvet over their heads. She hid her face into his chest, hugging him tightly. He shifted his body to the side and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead.

“Did I do anything stupid last night?” she asked, her hands fiddling at the end of his shirt.

He let out a laugh, causing her head to shot up, giving him a concerned look. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. My head hurts and only your cuddles will help me right now.” she rephrased herself with a scoff.

“I could go with that.” he agreed with a grin, the butterflies in his stomach increasing.

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Sexytime?

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

Words: 2097

Summary: You and Jensen are stuck doing surveillance and Jake gets bored. Also, he tries some dirty talk for the first time!

Warnings: Fluff, explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: This ended up being kind of precious, but I’m ok with that. I just love this giant nerd so much! Join my taglist here if you want! (Side note, I know that Brother Rapp comes after Sex Machine on the James Brown album but that would’ve been like 15 minutes of dancing I had to write)

“Oh my god, I’m so bored.”

You shot a glare at Jake as you set up the surveillance equipment. He had draped himself over the table in your loft dramatically as you did your work.

“We’ve been here for literally a half an hour. Are you going to whine the whole time?” You loved the guy but weren’t looking forward to spending the next 12 hours with his ass if he was going to be a little bitch the whole time. You bent down to test the camera angles as he sighed heavily.

“I can’t believe you don’t even have a TV. What are we going to do this whole time?”

“I dunno, maybe our jobs?” You were barely paying attention as you made adjustments to the scopes.

“Nah.” He jumped off the table and stretched. “You’ve gotta have something to do here. I’m gonna look around.”

You just shook your head at him as he started wandering around aimlessly, still fiddling with the equipment to make sure you were covering all the exits.

“Ooh, what’s up here?” He started to climb the ladder to the second level. This was his first time at your place, and he was curious. “Shit.”

You grinned to yourself as you settled back in your chair, eyes on the monitor. He must’ve found the weapons cache.

“Oho, is this a rocket launcher?!”

You gave a laugh as you glanced up at him. “Sure is, baby. Maybe put it down though, you’re pointing it at your face.”

“Oh, fuck. Whoops.” He placed the launcher down gingerly as he scoped the rest of the landing. “That’s it? A refrigerator, a bed, and a shit-ton of explosives?” He started to work his way back down the ladder. “Kinda boring. Oh, what’s this?”

“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself as you considered what his new discovery might be.

“Look at this record collection!” He sounded stupid giddy. “Marvin Gay, Roxy Music, so much Led Zeppelin. Y/N, are you secretly cool?”

“I don’t think it’s a secret.” You teased back at him, smiling in spite of yourself.

“Oh, yesss!” You heard him start up the record player and all of a sudden James Brown was yelling over the speakers as the Sex Machine album started.

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Turn that down, do you want the mark to know we’re up here?”

“C’mon, you know you wanna dance with me.” He had one of those ridiculous grins on his face as he slid across the floor into your field of view, rolling his hips and shoulders to the music.

“We’re supposed to be surveilling, Jake.”

“You just spent 45 minutes setting up all that equipment, you’re telling me the cameras can’t take over for just a bit?”

You bit your lip as you watched him dancing around your kitchen like a goofball. God he was such a perfect idiot. “Fine, but you tell anyone about this and I’ll stab you.”

“Ooh, don’t tease me, sweetheart.”

You rose out of your chair to join him, gliding across the floor easily, leading with your hips as your feet slid along to the rhythm. Your upper body rolled smoothly to the music, following the motion set by your hips.

“Fuck, you’re a really good dancer.” Jensen was giving you an appreciative look as you kicked your feet in a signature James Brown style.

“You seem surprised, Jake.” You laughed lightly at him.

“I mean, I kinda am. No offense, but you’ve usually got a stick up your ass.”

“Ouch.” You placed a hand to your chest in a mock wounded gesture. “This is nothing though.”

“Really, you’ve got more moves up your sleeve?”

“Yeah, watch this.”

You winked at him before spinning fast and lowering yourself into a split, then rising up as you brought your legs back together. He broke out into hysterical laughter.

“Ok, fine. You’ve officially shocked me.”

“Ooh, I’m full of surprises honey.” You slid closer to him as the song shifted to ‘Bewildered’, pressing your body into his.

“What happened to doing our jobs?” He teased as you started kissing his neck.

“You got me all worked up now sweetheart.” You murmured against his throat.

“Oh, fuck. I hate to do this but…” He pointed at the monitor.

The mark was getting into a black SUV in the middle of a group of motorcycles, getting ready to head out.

“Shit!” You hissed, scrambling over to the radio to call it in to Aisha and the rest of the team. “they’re on the move!”

“Fuck, did you get a chance to tag their ride?” Aisha asked over the comms.

“Yeah, did that first thing.”

“Ok, keep an eye on us while we tail them.”

“You got it.”

“Sooo….” Jake murmured behind you. “Should we pick this up later, or….?”

You just waved a hand behind you to shush him as you went over everything with Aisha. He gave a heavy sigh and went to make himself a sandwich. Maybe you had some books laying around somewhere.

It was three hours later when you finally signed off the comms. You stood up and stretched out, wondering where your puppy had gotten to.

You found him passed out on the couch, glasses askew and a sandwich crust resting on his chest as he softly snored, your copy of ‘Dune’ laying open next to him on the couch. You shook your head as you returned the book to the shelf and tossed the rest of his sandwich in the trash. You slipped Miles Davis’ ‘Kind of Blue’ album onto the record player and crawled into his lap.

“Fuck.” He jolted awake when you started nibbling at his ear lobe. “What time is it?”

“It’s 8 PM, dumbass.” You whispered into his neck. “You slept through the whole op.”

“What?” He was still out of it. “What about the surveillance?”

“Well,” you murmured, slipping your hands under his Petunias tee and running your palms up his torso. “There was a firefight, and it seems the mark is no longer an issue.”

“Ok.” His brain was almost caught up now. “So, sexytime?”

You lifted his glasses off his nose and gave him a low chuckle as you set them on the coffee table. “Yeah, baby, sexytime.”

He gave you one of his stupid grins as he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, his hands kneading into your hips as he ground his growing erection into your mound. You drew his shirt over his head as you gyrated against him, moaning as your cunt clenched around nothing, a fresh rush of arousal soaking through your panties and leggings.

Jake ran his hands up your back and tugged the shoulders of your cami down over your arms until your tits were exposed. He nuzzled himself between your breasts, brushing his lips against your skin softly as you arched into his mouth.

He moved his mouth to your nipple and elicited a groan as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud, bringing up one hand to palm at the opposite breast.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whispered, screwing your eyes shut and bringing up a hand to the back of his head as you drove your hips into him, desperate for friction. “God, I need it.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He whispered against your chest. “You need my big fucking cock? You gonna take it like a good girl?”

You couldn’t help it, you laughed. Those words coming out of your sweet puppy were just too much and you broke down into a fit of giggles.

“Aww, c’mon.” He was pouting now. “I just wanted to try something new.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” You fell back on the couch, trying to catch your breath “You just caught me off guard. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

You scooted yourself down on the couch until you could dip your hands into his sweats, biting your lip as you drew out his cock, biting your lip as wrapped your hands around him.

“Mmm, I need this cock so bad. My pussy is so fucking wet for you.” You ran your thumb through the precum at his tip at the same time you shoved your hand down your panties, moaning as you drew your fingers through your sopping folds until you found your clit.

“Fuck, baby. Ok.” He tore off your panties and lined himself up. “Uh, you want this cock, you better ask me real nice. Is this ok?”

You grinned and nodded to him. “Please, Jake, fuck me with that massive dick?”

“Shit, don’t need to ask twice.” He muttered as he nudged his tip between your folds, slowly pressing into you. You let out a whine as he sheathed himself in you, digging your fingers into the couch cushions. “Yeah, you like that don’t you? Like feeling my big cock splitting you open. God, you’re so fucking tight. Look at this pussy gripping me so good.”

His hips were driving into you hard, his cock dragging against your g-spot with each thrust. You met each of his thrusts with your own, whining as he pounded into you. You brought your fingers down to your clit, drawing circles around it desperately before Jake wrenched your hand away.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but I’m the only one who gets to make you cum tonight.” He licked his fingers before pressing them to your tiny bundle of nerves, making you scream.

“Fuck, Jake! Don’t stop!” You felt your pleasure gathering in the pit of your stomach as you writhed underneath him. “God, I’m cumming!”

“That’s right baby, cream all over my cock.”

The coil snapped and you wailed as every muscle in your abdomen knotted before releasing in quivering bliss. You felt your spend gushing over your thighs around Jake’s dick as you came down, his hips still plunging into you relentlessly.

“I’m gonna flip you over beautiful. I wanna watch this ass bounce while I make you scream.”

You whined when he pulled out, but then he flipped you over like it was nothing and drove back into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He slapped your ass hard before gripping one hip to draw you back into him over and over. He wrapped his other hand in your hair and wrenched your head back, making your eyes roll back into your head as he pounded into you.

“God, you’re fucking perfect. I swear this body was made for me.” He murmured as he picked up the pace even more, and you felt your pussy clench around him at his praise as you felt another orgasm starting to build. “You can cum again, pretty girl. I wanna feel this cunt strangle my cock.”

“Ffuuck.” You groaned as another orgasm ripped through you. You body rolling underneath Jake as aftershocks shook your core and left you breathless.

“Shit, gonna fill you up, baby. You ready to take all my cum, beautiful?”

“Yes, please.” You moaned against the couch cushions, still feeling the aftereffects of your previous orgasm.

He hissed through his teeth as you felt his cock twitch inside you, then his hot spend was coating your velvety walls, eliciting another groan from deep in your chest.

Jake stilled his hips and collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his body heat as you felt his cock softening. You hummed with pleasure as he buried his face in your hair.

“Was that ok, Y/N?” Your boy was so fucking considerate and sweet, he made your teeth hurt.

“That was more than ok, Jensen.” You mumbled against the couch cushions as he pulled out of you and started to roll you over.

“Yeah, I wasn’t too mean?”

“Jakey, baby, you weren’t mean at all. You’re still my sweet puppy.” You gave him a massive grin as you drew your face up to his and gave him a soft, slow kiss.

He gave you a grin of his own when you pulled away and started to lay back on the couch, cradling his head between your breasts.

“Good.” He muttered against your skin. “Cause I have some other things I was hoping to try.”

“Really baby? What else did you wanna try out?” You ran your fingers lightly over his spine as the two of you lay there, starting to doze off.

“Mmm, what do you think about roleplay?” You could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he started to fall asleep.

You just gave him a light laugh as you slipped into a daze yourself. “Ooh, that sounds like fun.”

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hellothere-generalangsty · 3 years

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Hey, idk when you’re gonna be back or see this, but I want you to know it is ALWAYS okay to take a break. You deserve to see that the world isn’t just made up of the horrible people lurking on this app, you deserve to see that there ARE good people who don’t spit that kind of crude and bigoted hatred everywhere, and you deserve to receive the same kind of love you put into the world and to know that that love DOES make a difference. You genuinely brighten my day when you post, and like we’re just tumblr mutuals. Your friends and family who actually get to know you are so lucky and I wish your break would bring peace of mind and well deserved rest.

-Olive 💕

You don't know how many times I went back to that ask and read it and smiled and thought of something nice to say back. Olive (girl your name is so beautiful i have to tell you), your ask really did help. Still does. Take this lil something a thank you 💙 happy Fives Friday!

The song is My Heart Belongs Only To You - Bobby Vinton

You weren't used to see the 79's so... Empty.

Usually it would be crowded with clones, filled with music, loud conversations and laughs creating a sort of incoherent background noise - but not today.

Your attention shifted from the empty seats to the jukebox that just started playing one of these old, lovely song, the kind that made your heart flutter and your smile grow wider. Fives came back to you, arms stretched your way as an invitation for you to grab his hands.

My heart belongs to only you

"Would you like to dance?"

I've never loved as I love you

You answered by interlacing your fingers with his, allowing him to lead you to the dancefloor - it seemed way bigger now that it was cleared of its usual crowd of dancers...

It's just for you I want to live

His hand delicately rested on your waist as he came closer to you; so close you could feel his breath brushing against your warm cheek.

It's just to you my heart I give

He started to dance, a few little steps, inviting you to do the same. You couldn't help but be surprised by how at ease he seemed to be, even though you didn't remember ever seeing him dancing that kind of slow.

For a second, your heart tightened, grasped by the worry of not being good enough for such a talented partner. He broke your doubts with a gentle spin, bringing you back in his arms with a smile.

"You're beautiful."

"I know," you couldn't help a bit of teasing, "That's because you're blinded."

"Blinded by love?"

"I was about to say 'by the lights'-" you followed the movement of his arm to turn round once again- "but that too."

He let out a giggle, one of those that made him close his eyes a bit and reveal his teeth in a heartfelt smile. One that had the power to make you fall hard for him, each and every time.

His eyes caught you staring, but nothing smart came to him. Somehow, the moment felt too precious to joke.

The song filled your hearts the way it filled the room, echoing against the walls, resonating deeply, until nothing else could reach you but the words of love coming out of the jukebox.

You are the song within my soul

"Kiss me."

His steps slowed down, his hand left your waist to cup your face. He couldn't look away from you.

A melody that can't grow old

You mimicked his movement, your fingers tightening around his as he slowly tilted his head, his lips brushing yours with delicacy.

I've known for long

It was a chaste kiss, one that spoke more than any words could ever have; one that made you feel like your hearts were beating as one, in unison to a love song that no jukebox could ever play.

My heart belongs to only you...

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So pretty, all mine

Pairing: Frank x [enby, afab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 300 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's a boring day after coming back home from a tour and (y/n) decides to ask Frank if they can peg him - Frank accepts, thinking it's nothing much, just to find out he's so wrong. Kind of content: Reader is very loving <3 / Dirty talk / Praising / Pegging / Subspace

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Being home after so long feels weird, even if it’s far from the first tour we have been on since the start of the band, feeling like in a bus when sitting down for too long or having this feeling something is missing by the time we were supposed to head back to the bus. Sometimes I remember the first times we would come back time from the Bullets and Revenge tours, all tired and like trash, but motivated to write new music.

We’re probably having a longer pause now, on the other hand, considering how long The Black Parade Tour was, just to rest and let things settle down for a bit until the oncoming tour with Linkin Park.

A sigh escapes my lips as I look around the kitchen, hands on my hips. I should do something. Maybe eat something. Fuck, no, I just ate something. Okay, I guess I should practice, then… but that’s not what the pause is supposed to be for. Distracting myself will do, I guess, so watching TV it is.

Sitting down on the couch and turning on the TV makes me feel useless at first, but again, it’s the result of being pulled away from the tour’s routine. Even if slowly, it’ll pass.

My attention averts away from the TV’s screen at hearing footsteps before Frank’s walking into the kitchen, only in a shirt and boxers, standing on his tiptoes as digging through the cabinets in search for something. His shirt falls a few inches below his hips, but rides up with him reaching the cabinets, exposing his ass. Nice ass.

He turns around with Oreos in hands, and raises an eyebrow at me. “Want one?” he asks through the Oreo hanging from his mouth.

“No, but come here.” I make a motion, adjusting my position on the couch – he shrugs, but does so anyway, taking the bag of cookies in hand, and he’s about to sit down by my side when I pull him to my lap instead. He pauses, slowly relaxing against me, eventually continuing to eat; he holds up an Oreo, a bitten one, eyes averting down. I smile. “No, thanks.” I press a kiss to his cheek, hugging him close.

A hum comes from Frank in response and he sighs softly, shifting lightly to make himself comfortable until his head is resting against my shoulder. “What are you watching?”

“I literally just sat down.” My hand slides down to his thigh, my thumb running across the skin and tracing the tattoo there. “Y’know,” I mutter in his ear, tightening my grip around him, “I think we could do something.”

“Something?” Frank asks, sounding halfly immersed in whatever is playing on the TV.

“Yeah.” I take a hold of his jaw, making him face me – he pouts, which makes me smile, brushing our noses together affectionately. “I was wondering if I could peg you. Can I?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he says after a moment, “let’s go.”

Now, that was easy. I raise an eyebrow at him, he just shrugs. Does he– Well, of course he does know what pegging means, he’s not that dumb, I just didn’t know he would react so careless to it. Not bad, so everything is fine.

“Good.” I peck his lips and trail down to his jaw, eventually reaching his neck when he tilts his head to the side, sighing pleased, just to let out a quiet gasp once my teeth sink into a spot a few inches under his ear. Great. “Go upstairs, then.” I slap his thigh softly, chuckling at the groan coming from him.

Frank stands up and heads to the kitchen to leave the rest of the Oreos on the counter before he can go upstairs, but not without looking back at me with a glare – seeing that I’m still smiling maybe gets him more annoyed, continuing his way with heavy and low steps. Okay, gives me more time to watch the back of his thighs.

I’m finally heading upstairs after turning the TV off and putting the Oreos back inside the cabinet, walking into the bedroom to find Frank kneeling down in the middle of the bed, looking at the nothing, hands over his thighs.

The way he accepted it so easily is still in my mind when my shirt meets the ground, but whatever, not like we can’t stop at any moment or anything.

The mattress sinks under my knees as I move towards Frank until settling down, hands cupping his face before our lips are pressed together in a sweet kiss that quickly gains a familiar urgency, with Frank’s hands wrapped around my wrists, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss, eventually pulling me over him. Our lips separate for only seconds among all the shifting, adjusting our positions until Frank’s on his back and I’m over him, a forearm on the mattress to hold myself up, a knee between his spread legs.

“Hm, (y/n),” he mutters against my lips, hands on the sides of my neck, trailing to my hair.

“‘M here, baby.” My lips run along his jaw, soon pressing soft kisses down his neck, peppered in between nibbles and sucking which have his breath quickening, shallow.

My hands drop to Frank’s waist, slipping under his shirt, rubbing circles into the skin. A shaky breath escapes his nose when I reach a spot near his collarbones and he’s tugging on my hair, unable to contain a sound when my thumbs poke under the waistband of his boxers.

Frank’s grasp almost doesn’t let me pull away, only doing so when he notices my intention of getting rid of his shirt, followed by his boxers, revealing his half hard cock, but he seems to have other priorities, pushing his hips up into the air in a useless seek for friction. A grin tugs on my lips at it and I can’t help but to take a grip of his hips, leaving a kiss down his happy trail.

Despite a groan of frustration coming from Frank, I still pull away to get rid of my own clothes, keeping an eye on him to swat his hand away just in time so he won’t touch himself.

“Fuck you!” Frank pouts.

“Behave!” I chuckle, slapping his thigh – he lets out what sounds like a moan at it, jumping.

I can’t really make out Frank’s words, incoherent grumbling; they immediately stop when I’m sitting between his legs with the lube in hand after reaching for it in the bedside table.

“You fine?” I put the tube away to spread the lube on my fingers.

“Of course!” He nods exigently, squirmish.

“Aw, you’re not being a good boy!” I furrow my eyebrows and need to suppress a smile at how quickly Frank’s cheeks turn red as he looks away, what seems like pure frustration being opposed by how hard he’s getting through time. “Just tell me if you need me to stop or something, okay?” I drop the teasing, pressing a kiss to his stomach, and can feel him physically relaxing.

“Right,” he breathes.

His hole flutters under my touch as I trace the ring of muscles, spreading the lube around it before finally pushing a finger in, slowly – he tenses up, clenching around me, but a sound is only slipping past his lips when there’s a second finger and, after a few pushes, finding his prostate is easy.

A breath hitches in Frank’s throat, making a muffled moan come from him once my fingers start pressing against his prostate, massaging the spot; his thighs quiver in poor attempts of moving his hips down against my fingers, coming to a brief stop with a third finger.

“Fuck,” he says, voice tight, but only nods when I look up to check if he’s fine.

My free hand runs up Frank’s torso, running along the skin and feeling it rise under my touch. He moans encouragingly as I start pressing kisses to his tummy, slowly going up his chest and he’s gasping when my thumb runs across his nipple experimentally, hands flying to hold onto my hair, compelling me to continue fondling it and the skin around.

“How does it feel?” I ask against his chest, mostly pressing kisses down to it. He moans in response, in a positive tone. “Use your words, hun.”

“G-Good,” he gasps, tugging at my hair softly.

“Oh, yeah? How good?” I grin, pressing down against his prostate and feeling him quiver as his hips jerk forward. “Are you my good boy, Frank? So small and pretty and cute? Look at how pathetic you are, baby. I didn’t even touch your cock, only fingered your pretty ass so far and you’re already in such a poor state.”

“I– Yeah, I am, fuck– You make me feel very good, oh my God,” he exclaims, voice unusually high. “You make me feel so good, (y/n), please don’t stop, I– Fuck.” He melts. Moans easily fill the room now, not so frequent but loud, constant, coming to an end with a weak complaint and buck of hips after I break contact completely, considering Frank was becoming dangerously tight and urgent.

“Hands and knees, hm?” I press a kiss to his thigh before breaking complete contact to reach for the box under the bed.

“Gimme a moment,” Frank sighs.

“‘M not rushing you,” I chuckle, rummaging through the box and eventually moving to slip on the strap-on and have the toy lubed up.

Something about all of this, making Frank get in such a state, having such a power, is just… amusing, in a way, and maybe I had been wasting my time and should've had this idea before. A squeal comes from him at the slap across the back of his thigh, intensifying the proud feeling in my chest as I kneel behind him, holding his hips up.

“So pretty and all mine, hm?” I mutter against the crook of his neck, my chest pressed to his back. The words are far from something I’d usually say, nonetheless, they snatch a quiet pleading sound from Frank and he doesn’t even answer properly when I ask if he’s ready. “Are you in subspace, love?” Now, what a pleasant surprise.

No answer comes from Frank and I don’t need one, after all – he doesn’t show any discomfort nor says the safe word –, so I carry on. His breath audibly hitches when I’m guiding the toy in, tensing up, so I give him his time, free arm wrapped around his torso and kisses softly pressed to his back among comforting words. When the toy finally sinks in until the base, he’s breathing heavily, head hanging low and hands clenched around the sheets.

“You’re doing so well, hun,” I hum and let my hands wander up and down his waist, soothing and trying to avert his attention away from whatever discomfort.

As a relieved sigh comes from Frank, I grip onto his hips, pulling back before pushing back in and Frank’s moans slowly start to cut through the thick atmosphere of the room with the continuous motions. The way the movements intensify eventually have the toy brushing against me, against my clit, just right to give me the friction I wasn’t even aware that I craved.

“Fuck,” Frank says with a moan, arching his back, quickly followed by a louder moan when I change the angle of the thrusts; his hips move to meet mine. There it is, then, good.

My fingers sink into Frank’s hips for more support, pulling him against me at the same time my hips jerk forward. Fucking whines come from Frank, one after the other, weak cries as his arms collapse under him and he squirms on the mattress and, fuck, how hot can he be?

“Ah,” he breathes, eyes pressed shut, “shit, that’s intense, fuck.”

Not what he thought? No wonder why he accepted so easily. I chuckle – or try to, breathlessly.

“You look so hot like this, baby,” I mutter, one of my hands falling to a space on the mattress next to him. “Didn’t know I could break you like this, huh? ‘Bet you wish I had come up with this before, don’t you? Look at you, you’re loving this!” I grin at how hopeless he becomes, knuckles white around the sheets, gasps escaping his mouths helplessly; I press a kiss to his shoulder. “‘Bet you can’t even think straight right now.” Because, fuck, I can’t. So hot. I might just come from that.

Frank’s lips are pressed together, twitching lightly, but no word ever comes from him. Instead, one of his hands slowly moves down and I slap it away the moment I notice what he wants to do.

“No, no, no!” I click my tongue, taking a hold of his wrist to pin it down to the mattress. “You can come without touching yourself, just like the good boy you are. Are you close, baby? You almost coming?” I press kisses to his shoulder, satisfied with the affirmative hum coming from him. “Gonna make you feel so good,” I mutter under my breath, moving faster, the thrusts heavy and harsher – sending pleasure ringing up my spine –, in a way it doesn’t take long until a loud moan escapes his lips and his thighs are quivering. I take a look at his face, taking in every detail, and I can feel the knot tightening in my lower stomach.

Frank’s eventually coming down from his high with weak sounds and labored breathing, legs twitching lightly with the aftershocks.

Quiet curses escape my lips under my breath while I pull away, watching him collapse to the mattress without much reaction, and get rid of the toy as fast as possible and fucking hell, I barely touch myself before I’m coming, moaning in relief with my fingers sliding against my clit. So pathetic and so good at the same time.

I lie down on the bed next to Frank, pulling into my arms to hug him lovingly, brushing the hair away from his face. He hums softly, eyes slowly opening to reveal the beautiful hazel irises as thin rings around dilated pupils for a moment. Frank says nothing, only burying his face in the crook of my neck.

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miastideclock · 3 years

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Stray Kids Reaction To Their S/O Being Shy About Their Singing-Talents

anon asked:

Can you do stray kids reaction to their s/o being a good rapper and singer but they get shy and have low confidence? - 🐻💙

Of course love! I hope you like it x So sorry for the wait! While we're here, I just wanna say I'm sorry for the length difference of the individual reactions! * y/n/n is what i use for your nickname btw

Word Count: 3.5k-ish

Bang Chan

Silence. At least for the most part. You clicking the keyboard of your computer, Chan humming slightly as he clicked around on his own, as well as twisting and turning the dials on his audio mixer, connected to said computer. The sounds had sort of blended into the silence though, so neither of you really noticed it at this point.

A click louder than all of the others soon came from Chan's computer, meaning he was going to connect his progress to the speakers of his studio, so he could fully take in the track he was working on. He had played it what seemed like a million times already, but you didn't mind. You were already so phased out that he could be announcing the break up of Stray Kids', and you honestly wouldn't even catch it.

The familiar beat of their upcoming title track boomed through the speakers, and as if on autopilot, you sang along. You had heard the beginning of that very song so many times now, the lyrics were as good as engraved into the inside of your eyelids.

Once the first verse and chorus were over, the song stopped, as did you. It was when the song didn't play again you finally snapped out of your computer-trance. You shifted your eyes from the screen over to your boyfriend who was sitting on the other side of the room.

"Y/n."

You then realized you had been singing along, and probably not as quiet as you had thought. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to distract you. I'll keep quiet." You quickly apologized.

You were hanging out with your boyfriend, yes- but he was still at work, and you'd hate to be the reason for him switching out of his creative-mode.

"No! No, no, don't worry. You're just so good? How come I have never heard you sing before?" Chan grinned as he turned his spinny-chair to face you and fell back into it, looking at you with admiration.

You had been sitting on the floor with your back against the seat of the couch, so the coffee table by the mentioned couch had your laptop at shoulder-height, meaning you had to close the screen of your computer to see your boyfriend. Once you had done so, you moved your hands up to your face, covering your cheeks.

"I don't like the attention. I hate it when people look at me like- exactly like you're doing now, stop!" You giggled when Chan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He decided to mess around with you and started staring you down. You laughed and begged him to stop, but the more you did, the more intensely he stared at you- until he eventually cracked, sending you both into fits of laughter.

Lee Know

"First things first rest in peace Uncle Phil."

The music blared from your headphones straight into your head, being the only thing keeping you motivated as you did some housework. Seeing as you were mopping when the J.Cole song started playing, you figured the handle would prove to be the perfect microphone.

"For real, you the only father that I ever knew." You continued, singing and rapping along while shaking your butt and cleaning the floor. Maybe not the world's most efficient cleaning strategy, but my-oh-my did it get the job done.

Due to the loud volume in your headphones, you didn't hear the front door open and shut, as your boyfriend came home for the day.

Minho didn't even get the chance to put down his bag before his attention was completely wrapped around you having a concert in your living-room. He quickly recognized the song and let his head bob along to the beat, even though he could only hear you rapping, and not the song itself. He kicked off his shoes and placed his things on the ground before he slowly made his way into the living-room, doing a little boogie as he did so.

It wasn't until you finally turned around almost a minute later you saw your boyfriend joking around, dancing to your rapping. You instantly dropped the mop and let out a little scream as he startled you, covering your face with your hands once you saw it was just him.

"Minho! What are you doing?" You cried out in embarrassement after removing your headphones. Minho couldn't help but chuckle at you before he came closer and gave you a kiss-hello.

"Y/n, I never knew you had such voice-control! You've never rapped in front of me before, why?" He asked when he pulled away, his arms still wrapped around your waist, but his face a few inches away from yours.

"Because you're an actual rapper in an actual band!! That's like showing Michelangelo your drawing!" You argued back, a massive smile on your face. Minho then continued to shower you in compliments, making you hide your blushing face from him by burying it into his chest.

Changbin

The kitchen had all kinds of different smells as you were stirring the pot of soup you had on the stove in front of you. The kitchen-window was open, letting in a fresh spring breeze, and the radio was playing a familiar song.

"Hold me close and hold me fast The magic spell you cast This is La Vie En Rose." You softly sang along, your body swaying back and forth to the tune. You continued to sing along as you used the wooden-spoon to stir around, making sure it didn't burn.

(bro, i think i fucked up my sOUP)

"Hey, Y/n/n." It suddenly came from the doorway to the kitchen, instantly causing you to stop singing and spin around. "Hi, Binnie." You gave him a smile and then turned back around, squeezing your eyes shut, only for a second- as if you were trying to erase the past ten seconds. You hoped the radio was louder than your voice, but that hope soon came crashing down.

"No, why'd you stop?" He asked as he placed a few sheets of paper on the table and continued over to you. You started smiling like an idiot for a second before you raised your hands to cover your face. Chanbin noticed and chuckled as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. "Don't be shy!"

He then spun you around so you were facing him, but your hands still covered your face. This made Changbin just chuckle even more. He tried to jokingly pry your hands from your face, but you just shoved your head into his shoulder so he wouldn't be able to grab you properly. You either couldn't help but chuckle as you messed around, but quickly stopped once you remembered you were cooking.

You turned around to keep stirring your soup, Changbin never let go of you. "But tell me, why have I never heard you sing before when your voice is THAT good?" He asked, but you ignored him.

"For real?" He tried again, but you pretended he didn't say anything.

"Would you like some soup?" You asked him, turning slightly to look at him. He seemed amused, but he just nodded, accepting your choice of lunch.

Hyunjin

Hot water poured down your back, the whole shower smelling like your body wash. You had just gotten back from a run and decided to clean up a bit before Hyunjin came back from work. So after getting out of your leggings and hoodie, you had grabbed your speaker and headed for the washroom.

Knowing Hyunjin wasn't home, you qued the best of the best from your playlist, getting ready to absolutely shred the imaginary rap battles you were about to have. Banger after banger played as you sang into your microphone. Your mic being an empty shampoo bottle you had yet to throw out.

You were mid-shampoo when Streets by Doja Cat played, and you almost slipped and fell while hurriedly reaching for your microphone.

"Damn, papi, you a rare breed, no comparing." You borderline yelled, as if you had just gotten out of a failed relationship where you still loved your partner, when in fact that wasn't your case at all. You were very much in love with your boyfriend, and you were on great terms- but for the sake of your rap battle, you had to get into it.

"When other chickens tryna get in my coop 'Cause you're a one in a million There ain't no man like you!" Not to toot your own horn or anything, but you could confidently say you absolutely bodied that verse, and you were soon let know you weren't the only one who thought so.

(I don't actually think he is the one to cuss, but this is simply because I cannot think of another way to say it, so for the lack of a better word:) "Fuck it up, baby!" You heard Hyunjin hype you up on the other side of the bathroom door, making your stomach drop for a second.

"You're not supposed to be home yet." You answered him after turning off the speaker, and the shower. You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around you, then went to open the door.

"Well, I had to hurry home when I heard the rap God themselves was having a concert in our bathroom." Hyunjin chuckled once you opened the door with almost a shameful face. "Should I talk to JYP about getting you a rap-audition, or..?" He dragged out the last word, kind of he was taunting you, but in the most loving way possible. Feeling your cheeks grow hot, you closed the door back up and locked him out.

"I'm never leaving this bathroom." You announced as you covered your face, even though Hyunjin could no longer see you.

"Y/n/n, I was kidding! You were great though, I might actually talk to JY-" He started again, but you cut him off by groaning, causing the both of you to break out laughing.

Han

Clicking of a pen. Gentle tapping of a foot. Frustrated hair ripping. You had seen these symptoms before- that's right, Jisung was in a slump.

You were at the studio with your boyfriend, and you were both seated in the sitting group, Jisung leaning his elbows on the table, head in his hands, tugging at his hair as if it would activate his creative juices. You had tagged along just to get out of the house, and maybe Jisung needed moral support, and wouldn't you have guessed- that was exactly what he needed.

"You good?" You asked him after he let out the umpteenth sigh in the past hour. He then finally confessed he just couldn't get the ending of the second verse down. "Why don't you sing it, so you can hear what's missing, rather than just reading it?"

He did as you suggested and sang through it. When he came to the part he was talking about, you also heard it. Something about it was just kinda.. off.

You tilted your head to the side as you were thinking of ways to better it, to try and help him. An idea popped into your head, and maybe it could work- after all you were no song writer. You tried your best to explain to Jisung what it was you were thinking, but about half-way through, you could see he was as lost as that one time Chan and Changbin had accidentally left the two of you behind at IKEA.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I don't fully understand what you mean." He confessed, and you nodded, knowing well that was him being sweet about the fact that you sucked at explaining things. So in the spirit of making it easier for him to understand, you just sang it. You sang through the song and added the part you had tried to explain.

"Did that make more sense?" You asked when you were done, looking from the sheet of paper up at your boyfriend, who was sat there, his lips slightly parted as his jaw hung lose. "Jisung? Babe?" You tried to snap him back to reality as it seemed he had zoned out, but only for a moment.

"Wait, that was so good? Since when were you that good?" Jisung suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree, smiling and almost bouncing in his seat. He continued to shower you in compliments, making you feel like a turtle trying to get back into its shell.

"Stop. If you ever mention me singing again, I will throw myself out the window." You said, both humor in your tone, and being dead serious at the same time.

"Okay, dramatic much?" Jisung joked back, making you shove his shoulder as you chuckled alongside him.

Felix

A car zoomed past you as you walked on the pavement on the side of the road, admiring the spring at its full bloom. You were almost a bit disappointed when you reached your home as you wanted to continue to look at the flowers, but that thought soon fell right out of your head. As you walked up the staircase to your apartment, you heard a constant noise grow louder and louder. You were about to turn the key when you realized the noise was more rhythmic than you originally thought, and that the music was coming from inside your apartment.

Curiosity completely consumed your body when you finally opened the door, and was met with a wall of noise. You took a few steps in and shut the door behind you, protecting the outside world from the sight you had in front of you.

Felix was using a hairbrush as he jumped around both on the floor and in the couch, crying out the lyrics to a song you didn't quite recognize. You laughed at your boyfriend as you kicked off your shoes and hung your coat in the closet.

Felix finally spotted you and quickly pulled out his phone that was connected to the speakers, and changed the song. The familiar intro of your favorite song soon played, and it didn't take as much as a second before you were as hyped as Felix were. You began jumping around and dancing with him, matching his energy.

Felix screamed the lyrics into the hairbrush before he swiftly tossed you the brush, letting you pop off as well. You rapped the words perfectly into the brush, standing on the couch as your concert evolved.

The song eventually came to an end, causing the both of you to fall breathlessly to the ground, heaving for air- massive smiles on your faces. The ground was cool against your now sweaty backs. A few seconds passed before Felix spoke.

"I don't think I have ever heard you rap before." He admitted. You kept staring at the ceiling, ignoring the boy at your side for a few seconds before you decided to answer him.

"And you will never hear it again."

Both you and Felix could back the claim that he had never moved as fast as he did when you said that. He had jumped up so he was on his elbows, facing you with wide eyes.

"No!! Please! You were so good!" He cried out, making you laugh at him. You just gave him a wink before you got to your feet and went to get the groceries you had left in the hallway.

Seungmin

"How about we go in there? Maybe I can find you a shirt?" You spoke after pointing to a store.

You were currently out shopping with your boyfriend, Seungmin. He had asked you to get him an outfit, not for any special occasion of anything, just for shits and giggles. It was your favorite type of dates, the ones where you don't really plan anything, you just end up doing fun and silly things.

Seungmin nodded and you soon dragged him into the store. The layout of the shop was like any other, so you soon made your way to the back where the mens clothing was.

As you were casually roaming the racks of clothes, the speakers soon started playing one of your favorite songs, making it impossible for you to not hum along. You kept looking at the different items of clothing on your left, Seungmin behind you, looking through the clothes on your right hand side.

Soon, the song picked up, you quietly jamming along, allowing yourself to softly sing along as there were no other customers near you.

Your hand suddenly slid over a material that caught your attention. It was a green oversized tee, with some colorful and funky letters on the front. You cut yourself off to turn around and show Seungmin the shirt, asking him what he thought about the item.

You held it up, but no reply. "Seungmin?" You tried again. It was odd seeing as he was looking at you with a slight smile, yet he was not replying to your question. You then lowered the shirt and waved your hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"You okay?" You asked him once he gently shook his head to re-focus his eyes. He nodded gleefully.

"Sorry, your voice was just so good that I completely forgot where we were." He admitted, giving you a look. You pursed your lips and spun on your heel, so he wouldn't see your burning cheeks.

I.N

Date night! You and boyfriend Jeongin had just been at a local restaurant for a cute night out. Nothing overly fancy, just a chance to enjoy each others company, since you both had been busy lately.

After you had paid your bill, the two of you went for a walk to enjoy the warm, evening air. With nowhere in mind, you just casually wandered down the street, your hands intertwined as you swung them back and forth, pulling and pushing at each other in a joking manner.

"Woah, when did this get here?" Jeongin suddenly asked as you passed a building with a bright neon sign hanging out front. You looked to your side to see what it was he was talking about.

Karaoke, the neon sign read. You turned back to your boyfriend and gave him a smug smile, hoping he was thinking the same as you. He returned the smile and suddenly you were being shown to a private room by the hostess.

The first few songs were just the two of you messing around, screaming ABBA into your respective microphones. At one point while picking the next song, Jeongin saw a song he really wanted to do, but as you didn't know the lyrics, you decided to sit this one out.

He belted his heart out to the tune you found unfamiliar, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. Jeongin was after all a singer in a world-renowned band- boy had talent.

The song came to an end, resulting in you giving him a standing ovation as he playfully bowed repeatedly.

"I'm your biggest fan!" You raised your hands to your mouth and pretended to be yelling it at the 'stage', like he just held a concert for thousands. You both laughed at yourselves before Jeongin announced it would be his turn to sit one out. You took that as you cue to get up from the couch and pick a song.

You were no singer, never was- never will be, at least not in public. So when you had to pick a song, you didn't care if it didn't 'fit your range', or 'suit your voice'. You picked a song you liked and ran with it.

The melody started, and you raised your mic to your lips, singing the words that were showing on the large screen in front of you. You found it wasn't as fun to sing without your boyfriend, but got through the song anyways.

As most things do, the song came to and end. You placed the mic on the table and turned around to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Mid turn, you saw your boyfriend like you never had before. His eyes were wide and his jaw was lose.

"What?" You asked him, uncapping the water bottle and taking a swig.

"Where did that come from?" He asked, eyes still wide as dinner-plates. You raised your eyebrow in a questioning manner, as if you were asking him to elaborate. "You're an amazing singer! How have I never heard that before?"

You felt your cheeks grow hot, and your eyes instantly found the ground, suddenly too shy to look at Jeongin. He chuckled at your reaction, and leaned forward so he could reach your hand from where he was sitting. He then pulled you back so you fell to the couch, crossing your arms over your chest, your shoulders up to your ears by now.

"We have to do this more often so I can hear you sing more!" He stated as he poked your arm, trying to get you to be less shy- and somehow it worked.

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Please Don’t Leave (one-shot)

Synopsis: After a night spent together, the Reader wakes up wrapped in the arms of the man she loves. Only problem is - they live two different lives, and she barely has a place in it as a best friend.

Paring: Harry Styles x f!Reader

Genre: angst, but with a fluffy ending (also kind of an AU since being at a party is mentioned, but if you’re out there and partying (aka not following YOUR LOCAL HEALTH GUIDELINES) wear a damn mask!) - please keep up with what the health professionals are saying, and stay safe. If you’re at a place where you can safely go out and have fun in large crowds - please do so, but with caution. If not - WEAR A DAMN MASK AND WASH YOUR HANDS.

Warnings: anxiety, angsty, think that’s about it. if there’s anything, please let me know :)

Word count: 2283

Waking up in the arms of the person you love should be the most blissful thing in the world. It should quell your racing heart after a nightmare, and speed it up as you open your eyes to see the one who's holding you so tight. But when that person is your best friend, the best friend you’ve had for the past half-decade, the best friend whom you’ve had unsaid feelings for the past three years – that will set your heart racing and not in a good way.

As Y/N blinked her Y/E/C eyes open, she felt safe. Probably the safest she’d ever felt and all thanks to the man lying next to her. The tattoos covering his chest she’d memorised by heart, had traced their black outlines more times than she could count, and at the start of the pandemic, when the first wave of emotional exhaustion had hit, he’d allowed her to colour them in, to bring some sort of vibrance in the gloomy-looking life. Now, however, seeing the gorgeous butterfly right in her eye-line made Y/N want to disappear into the ground.

A shuddering breath escaped Y/N as she realised more and more of the situation. They were spooned together, chest to chest, without a single inch left between them, and without any clothes to separate them either.

She’d never been the friends-with-benefits kind of a person. Sure, she’d had her fair share of one-night-stands, where both parties enjoyed themselves and then amicably split to never see one another again. But with Harry, leaving and basically ghosting him wasn’t an option.

Harry shifted a bit, and the arm he had under her bare waist tightened, pulling her in, and his lips pressed against her forehead. For a moment, she thought it was just him stirring in his sleep, but when she felt pressure against her skin, when she felt his mouth start to skim down to her temple, a small grin accompanying the kisses, Y/N knew he was awake. And unfortunately, she’d have to face the music, rather than what she’d hoped of untangling herself from Harry, grabbing her things and running for the hills.

“ ‘G morning, lovie,” he muttered, his voice gruff from the sleep, and as Y/N recalled, moans of her name. “How ya feelin’?”

Y/N had to clear her throat, and she nodded. “Good.” The word was quiet. “A bit sore, but I uh, slept well. Uh, you?”

“ ‘M good.” Harry smiled and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “ ‘M great actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Y/N could feel the grin slowly expand across his face while she gulped.

“Well, uh,” she started. “I uh, I guess I’ll get going.”

That made him pull back, and she took it as her opportunity to flip around and slip out of Harry’s hold and the bed.

The bedsheet revealed her naked back to him where two large bruises in the shape of his palms had started to make themselves present. Much like on his own back, Y/N had nail marks all across it from when she’d been on top of him, and Harry had needed her closer, had been desperate to have her pressed to him and to keep her there as he fell apart.

“You don’t have to, you know.” He let out a nervous chuckle, as Y/N leaned down and grabbed her discarded black thong. Most of the night was a blur for him, but he hadn’t been that inebriated that he had no control over himself and couldn’t understand what consent was. And well, neither had Y/N.

The alcohol had most definitely loosened them up, but it had also wiped away the fear of rejection. She’d been the one to make the first move. Standing alone on a penthouse balcony, cold winds sweeping past her frame was when she’d decided hiding her true feelings would only bring more pain.

And then he’d walked out, covered in a glitter suit with a ruffled white blouse underneath, almost like the disco ball they'd been dancing under a few minutes before. He'd pulled Y/N to him. They’d looked at one another, and she was the one who pressed her lips against his. Without even waiting for a second, he'd responded with the same passion.

It’d taken them barely a minute to get out of the party and make their way to Harry’s place. Five more minutes and both of them were naked and on top of one another, underneath one another and in every imaginable position.

But as much as the alcohol had taken away every fear she’d had about being with Harry, the dawn had brought a clarity to the situation. And as painful of a clarity it was for Y/N, it was undeniable.

“I think I do, Haz. I – this –...” She gulped. “This was a mistake. We should’ve never slept together.”

She could feel the cold creep over them. “What do you mean?” His voice was small. She'd never heard him like that.

“I mean, we were drunk, Harry.” Y/N didn’t dare look back at the man as she stood up, arm over her chest, as her eyes scanned the beige carpet for her bra and the dress, she’d worn the night before. “We were drunk and made a mistake. This shouldn’t have happened. So, I think I’ll be the one to bite the bullet, and not have us have an awkward breakfast, and go.”

When there was no response from Harry, Y/N took it as confirmation that she was right, that what had happened the night before was just an alcohol-induced mistake, so on wobbly legs, she grabbed the black lace bra, clasped it behind her, the navy dress a messy pile on the floor as she pretty much b-lined for it.

She was right by the door, one of the nine-inch heels that had been killing her feet throughout the party in hand when a suppressed sob made her stop.

“Please don’t,” he practically choked out, and that made Y/N whip around, seeing his chest rattle as he attempted to take in a breath. “Please don’t leave me. I can’t – I – I”

“Fuck, Harry,” she dropped her dress and the shoe and climbed into his lap, hands against his cheeks, and eyes never leaving his frantic green ones. “Look at me, sweetheart. Look at me.”

There’d been a couple of times she’d have to help him through an anxiety attack, so Y/N was aware of what helped him – pressing his palm to her chest and her own against his. “Focus on me,” she said in a firm voice. “Focus on my heartbeat and how I’m breathing.”

“I can’t –.” He was still heaving, but with every second she was there with him, it evened out. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving. I could never leave you.” She shushed him, feeling hot tears splash against her collarbone, as Harry hid face against her neck, and gripped onto her sides with such vigour, she was sure if she had a shirt on, it would rip. “I’m still here, I’ll always be here when you need me. But this was a mistake. Harry, we should’ve never slept together. Not like that.”

“Why?” His hands were gentle as he cupped her cheeks and brought their gaze to meet. “Why was it so wrong for us to do that? Why shouldn’t it have happened? Give me one solid, one good reason why.”

“Because we’re best friends.” Y/N leaned into his touch. “And best friends don’t do that.”

“They do if they have feelings that are more than friendly.”

Y/N sighed. “Harry…”

“I love you… and I know you love me too. I’m not blind, Y/N. I can see the way you look at me, and I know what it means because I look at you the same way."

“I know... but the thing is, I don’t fit in your world. Not like that.”

When she chuckled and spoke, there was no malice behind those words. She was just stating facts, but Harry couldn’t help how his heart clenched in guilt and pain. “You’ve been hiding me as your friend for years now, and I understand why, and I love you for it. So much. You’ve always cared about me, and how your lifestyle affects the people around you… but if I’m with someone… I don’t wanna hide. I don’t wanna be a secret or our love to be a secret. I want to hold their hand.” Y/N took his right hand and weaved their fingers together. “And I don’t wanna be afraid of what people might say about it. I wanna be able to love the person freely… I’d wanna love you freely…”

“Then I’ll quit,” he immediately announced, making Y/N’s eyes widen as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers, an almost manic smile on his face. “I’ll quit. Fuck all of it, if it gives us a chan-“

“No.” She vehemently shook her head pulling away and pressing her palm against his chest. “Harry are you completely out of your mind? You can’t just quit ev – everything!”

He scoffed. “Of course, I can. It’s my job, innit? I can choose when to do it and when not.”

“But – no – Harry, hold on a bit. That’s a bit rash. Besides, I’m not letting you just up and throw away everything you’ve worked for.”

“I’m not though.” His smile was so wide, Y/N couldn’t comprehend how this talk could be making him happy. “I’ve been reaping the fruits of all that hard work for years now, lovie. I have enough to keep me going, Mum and Gems and whatever future family I have for decades to come.”

“Yes, but have you done everything you’ve wanted?”

“Well, no bu – “

“But nothing,” Y/N interrupted him. “Harry, you’re in the middle of shooting a movie, your music career is at an all-time high, and who knows how high it could go. You have a Disney, a fucking Disney movie lined up. And don’t get me started on Marvel. You can’t just quit all that now because you’ve got a crush or something.”

“It’s not a crush.”

Y/N smiled a bit. “Give it time, and it’ll go away.”

“Hasn’t left me for the past two years, and now, especially now, I don’t think it’ll disappear that easily. Has it for you?”

Fuck. She hated when Harry was right. “No.” She shook her head. “It hasn’t.”

“Then where does this leave us?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N whispered, eyes on her fingers as she skimmed his collarbones and the two swallows below them. “I really don’t know.”

“I can’t stay friends with you,” Harry murmured, “because every time I’ll look at you, I’ll know we could’ve been so much more.”

“But we can’t be together either. Not the way we should be.”

“What if we…” Harry gulped, straightening out a bit, but never letting the soothing motions against Y/N’s back end as he allowed his free hand to explore her back. “What if we set up some rules?”

Her brows furrowed as she pulled back and tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“Like… what if we didn’t have to hide? If we went out on dates, or with friends, we didn’t have to keep us a secret? We could kiss, and hold our hands, and be a normal couple, but in interviews, in all of the publicity shit I’d have to do, I don’t talk about you. I – I let them know, that I have an amazing girlfriend, the most beautiful and supporting girlfriend a person could have.” He chuckled, and Y/N couldn’t help herself but mimic it. “But I don’t talk about anything you don’t want me to.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning you set whatever boundaries you want for me. Tell me what you’d want them to know, if anything at all, and I’ll only mention those things. We go at your pace and however far you want. The rest is just for us and no one else.”

“ ‘N what about the paps? The gossip magazines and rumours and hate that’ll come?”

“I – I can’t control that, I swear if I could, I would, and I hate it’s out of my control –“

“Harry.” Y/N interrupted him before he could start spiralling again. “I’m not blaming you for any of it, I’m just saying what would happen. We’ve both seen it too many times. I’m just not sure I can handle it.”

“You shouldn’t, fuck, you shouldn’t even be saying that – thinking that – but I promise, I’ll try, I swear I’ll try and make it as easy as possible for you. And I know if we try this it’s going to be the furthest from normal, you have no idea, how badly I want to make it as normal as possible for you, but please just… just give us a chance. I know we could be so happy, so fucking happy together… just give us a chance… give me a chance.”

It was electric, the way his hands skimmed over her sides. Not the painful kind of electricity you sometimes get zapped by a car door or when you touch a balloon, but a buzzing kind, that set each and every nerve alive, brought it out of the terrifying numbness that was rejection and fear, and pulled them into the loving light of acceptance.

“I mean, it’s always been us, hasn’t it?” Y/N muttered letting her lips flutter over his.

“Yeah,” Harry whispered back. “It has.”

“Then let’s be us forever?”

Harry’s smile was more blinding than the golden light which erupted into the room, bathing them in liquid flames and warming up not only their bodies but their souls.

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A/N: hey! so I know I’ve been gone for a while, and most likely will be for quite a bit and will be only posting og stuff sporadically. I’m dealing with a death in the family, so I’m only writing when I’m inspired. right now music is what’s inspiring me, so if you’re here for someone else, please message me and I’ll put you on a specific tag list. I won’t take it personally, I promise :D

Not saying that to gain sympathy, it’s just how it is rn. I still have plans to finish all the series I’ve started (even Hawkins’ Charm), it’s just that I needed to write something else for a bit.

This is definitely not my best work, but I still wanted to share it, as I hope this will make me get back into the groove of things.

Hope everyone is staying safe :)

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