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pablitogavii · 6 months

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Hey I just wanted to tell you that I really like your stories. Your writing style is incredible and I'm always excited to read stories written by you. :) I hope you have an amazing day and take care of yourself!

Thank you so much! I really appreciate it! <333

Cold

You traveled with your boy to Germany to watch his next match for Champions and the moment you stepped out of the airport walking towards the cab, you knew Pablo was going to be grumpy about this weather. Pablo Gavi doesn't like the cold!!!

Hot Sevillano in him never gets used to sharp winds, rainy days and let alone such cold weather that it's here.

Bebitoo: did you get into the cab mi amor???

You smiled at how much he cares about every single detail when you travel separately especially when you're on your own. His family happened to be unable to come and so did his sister because of school, so you were his only supporter this time. Pablo always really appreciated you being there to support him during games.

"Mister,um...could I leave after the meeting and be back before dinner???" Pablo asked Xavi who knew really well where the boy wanted to go desperately.

"But no breaking the diet, chaval? Vale??" Xavi asked and Pablo promised thanking him with a big smile and texting you good news. Today was all for the two of you!!!

"And buy her flowers!" Xavi added tapping Pablo's shoulder with smirk while walking away and Pablo blushed nodding his head and taking the note from his coach.

"Amor! Amorrr! Abri!!!" you heard Pablo whining while standing in front of the door outside with the wind hitting his sensitive face. You opened hugging him excitedly happy to finally be together again.

"Are those for me???" you ask with the roses resting in his arms as he nodded with a smile.

"They're so beautiful Pablito! Gracias amor!!" you say taking and smelling them while he was jumping in place.

"Can we talk about them inside!? Porf!" he said and you chuckled letting him in and he immediately sighed in relief taking off his jacket and walking to the living room to grab a thick blanket.

"Are you really that cold???" you chuckle seeing him snuggle dup in the blanket so only his dark orbs were staring back at you. Que fofino!!!

"YES! It's freezing here! Joderrr!" Pablo said and you chuckled offering to make him some warm tea he immediately liked while walking to figure out how to turn on the fireplace.

"Here's some camomile and honey for mi frozen Pablito" you chuckle putting it on the table smiling wide when you saw that he turned on the fire place and made a little cozy fort in front of it.

"Venga aqui conmigo amorcito!!!"he said opening the blanket shortly for yo to join him and then engulfing you both with it as you faced the burning fire.

"Want your tea while it's hot amor???" you said and he nodded as you reached and gave it to him smiling when you saw his little red nose and his blushed cheeks as he got warmer now.

"Te gusta???" you ask and he nodded putting it down and kissing the top of your head while you rested your back against his strong chest enjoying the way having him around feels.

"It's perfect..." he said and you smiled looking up and he was already staring at your lips before leaning down and kissing passionately.

"Hmm..how long do I have you for Pablito?" you ask after you pulled away slowly clearly in awe with each other's feeling of love.

"You have me siempre amorcito..." he said smartly and you blushed nodding your head and leaning up to peck him quickly once more,

"You know what I mean...when do you need to be back???" you ask playing with his hoodie while he combed through your hair making you very sleepy.

"We have time princesa...relax" he said pulling you back and starting to massage your shoulders soothingly as you became even more sleepy thank to his ministrations.

"You're making me sleepy so that I don't make you go for a walk with me..." you chuckle and he nodded kissing the top of your head again.

"I love you amorcito...mucho...but I am NOT going out there in that freezing hell!" he said making you laugh and nod your head while cuddle up closer to him enjoying the warmth yourself.

"It's really not that bad. You are just too hot mi Sevillano" you said and he smirked looking down at your innocent face. You knew well what you were doing to him with this.

"Mala...princesa muy muy mala" he smirked and you chuckled as you both enjoyed cuddles before you fell asleep.

"Amorcito...time to wake up preciosa???" Pablo was slowly shaking your body while kissing you lovingly and you whined nuzzling further into his neck. You were so warm...it was perfect.

"Nooooo...so warm!!!" you said and he chuckled raising your chin to kiss your lips lovingly.

"Now you're the one who wants the warmth huh princesa???" he chuckled and you nodded kissing him back and reaching to touch his fluffy hair.

"I need to go back soon preciosa..." he said and you pouted that it was already time and that you will need to sleep alone tonight...ugh, you hated that!!!

"How am I going to sleep without you Pablitooo?" you said adorably and he couldn't help his smile while kissing your lips again.

"We'll be on face time until you fall asleep, vale?" he asked tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and you blush nodding and really liked your little routine when he was away from home.

"But who is gonna warm me up when I get back to the hotel???" Pablo said and you smirked pecking his lips a few times which he really much enjoyed right now.

"Hmm Pedri" you said into the kiss making you both burst out in laughter while getting up from the blankets and walking towards the front door.

"I am going to miss you so much..." he said holding you still not able to let go and open that front door. Ugh this was always the hardest!!!

"Hmm me too...nothing matchess your hands around and you night kisses" you say pecking his bottom lip and he smiles nodding his head and kissing your forehead.

"We will see each other tomorrow" you add and he nods but when you tried to move to let him go he wouldn't budge.

"You have to let me go Pablitooo..." you say but he just pulls you closer nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Your'e so warmmmm!!! And it's so cold outside!!!" he said and you chuckle kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead and finally lips. He finally let go putting on his jacket about to leave when something popped into your head.

"Pablo! Wait!!" you say and he turns around smirking when you ran to the bedroom to grab your special blanket giving it to him.

"It's my warming blanket...smells like us" you say with a blush and he nods taking it and kissing you lips lovingly.

"I love you amorcito..." he said and you smile nodding your head kissing him back.

"I love you too" you say opening the door and he whines stepping out as you chuckled.

"Bye preciosa..." he said pouting and you send him a kiss.

"bye pablitoo.." you say as he got into the cab and you closed the door already missing him but excited to see him again tomorrow <333

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shubblelive · 9 months

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— INVITATION

summary : after a long day of work, wilbur is desperate to curl up and spend time with his favourite girl. only problem is you’re not speaking to him.

genre : angst -> fluff, happy ending

warnings : light swearing, mentions of food/eating, wilbur being mean

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

pronouns : she/her, reader is called a girl

featuring : cc!wilbur soot

requested : Could you do a wilbur fic where the reader is an overall bubbly, energetic person and wilbur just suddenly lashes out at her one day, and she apologizes and goes home, and wilbur tries to call her and apologize and everything in the end it’s just fluff and apologies<33 tyy

word count : 2.1k

note : hi anon!! i hope you enjoy this fic, it’s a bit longer than i expected but i’m very very happy with it <3 also you referred to reader using she/her so i used those pronouns in the fic i hope that’s alright <333

you were wearing his favourite jumper. it was yours - he’d swear on it - but you were adamant that it belonged to him. it had, originally, as most of your jumpers were, been his. but he’d given it to you months ago, and you were still promising that you were going to return it one day. he hoped you didn’t.

you’d been stealing his clothes for as long as you two had been together, for the last four years he had bought every single shirt, jumper, jacket, with the knowledge that you would steal it. it made sense, in your earliest days, when the two of you were long distance. you’d arrive at his flat for a week with a half-packed suitcase, and you’d leave with nearly a drawer full of his sweaters. but even now that you lived ten minutes away, you still had a habit of nabbing his sweaters. he didn’t mind in the slightest, and most of the time he would offer up suggestions for articles of clothing you could take. you guys had been together for nearly five years, it felt weird for him to be territorial on his clothes, especially because you’d return them whenever he asked, the scent of your perfume mingling on the fabric. he absolutely loved seeing you so happy, and if you stealing a shirt or two did that then he was more than willing to comply.

or at least, he was usually. now, he was running late for a stream and he couldn’t find his grey jumper. he’d been tearing his bedroom apart piece by piece in an attempt to find it so he didn’t have to walk through the rain in just a t-shirt. he sighed and sat down on his bed, remembering that he gave it to you when he went over to your apartment earlier in the week. it had been five days since he’d seen you in person, and it was driving him crazy. he had planned to spend the night at your place after his stream though, and that was pulling him through. it was fine, he took a few deep breaths and went to go and find a jacket to wear, already pulling up twitter to post the stream would be ten or so minutes late. he remembered to tweet out about his late stream, but he hadn’t remembered to text you to tell you that he would be late coming over. you’d organised for seven, which gave him nearly three hours of streaming time, and he assured you that he wouldn’t be going for that long. he ended up jumping on a call with some other people while he played, though, and that completely distracted him. leaving the office at eight, he had his phone on speaker as he tried to order an uber and call you at the same time. he was exhausted, and of course he wanted to see you and spend time with his favourite girl, but he didn’t know if he’d be able to reach your house without falling asleep, and being more social sounded like torture.

his jacket was rough against his arms, and he remembered suddenly about the jumper. your call timed out and he finished ordering the uber for his own flat, moving to text you and tell you he didn’t feel up to hanging out.

he opened your message history, and was hit with a message from you from half-past six, over an hour and a half ago. hi wil, you’d opened with, and he softened, knowing his annoyance didn’t really mean anything. my neighbours are being really loud, so do you mind if we meet at your place? can’t wait to see you. there was another two, each sent half an hour apart, a second one apologising for messaging while he was streaming, and a third saying, hi i let myself in i hope that’s okay. are you almost home? your most recent message was nearing forty-five minutes ago, and he cursed under his breath, cancelling the uber knowing it would be faster for him to walk than wait.

he reached his apartment out of breath and cold, and he couldn’t wait to collapse into bed. he still got to see you, and hopefully your smile would be enough to rid himself of any residual annoyance he held towards you.

he dropped his guitar case on the floor in the living room, calling out your name. “lovely? you still here?”

he heard a crash from the kitchen and took his coat off, slinging it over the arm of the couch. “hang on!”

he had a headache, and he massaged his temple as he made his way into the kitchen. you brightened the second he arrived, all but running into his arms. “hi, darling,” he needed alone time. he loved you, of course he loved. you were one of the most important people in his entire life, he absolutely adored you. but right now, he craved being by himself. you were here though, so he wasn’t going to make that your problem.

“hi, wil! sorry about the mess!” you smiled up at him. “i thought i’d make food? are you hungry?”

he shook his head. “no, you’re alright. want any help?” this time it was you who shook your head, and he kissed your temple before going to sit down on the couch, closing his eyes. you’d eat, and then you guys would be able to go to bed, and when he woke up in the morning you would be there, and he’d get to take you out for breakfast and spend the entire day with you. he just needed rest.

there was something you needed, and it was on the top shelf. you didn’t want to bother wilbur, he’d just got home, you could do it yourself. wilbur was much taller than you, so to get to his top shelf you would have to climb up on the counter. you’d be alright, you didn’t need to stand up or anything, just kneeling on the bench would be fine. you got up there with ease, but wilbur came through the doorway right as you started reaching. “what are you doing?” he’d been too loud, he knew that instantly, you jumped, and he had to rush forward and stop you from falling off the counter. “what on earth are you on the counter for?”

“i was trying to reach the bowl,” you said quietly. he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“why didn’t you come get me?”

he helped you down. “i’m sorry, wil. didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted. he felt a flash of annoyance, and then kicked himself for it. you were never a bother, not even when he was exhausted.

“you should have asked for help.” he said simply. “do you need anything else?”

you smiled up at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to return it. “do you wanna watch a movie? i’ve been hearing good things about this one new one, here let me-”

“stop,” he breathed out. “i’m exhausted, and i just want to be alone, and you’re here, in my kitchen crashing around and almost hurting yourself! i can’t do this right now?”

your smile ebbed, and you took a step back. “why didn’t you say anything?”

“because i didn’t want to upset you,” he sighed out, running a hand through his hair. “i just can’t do this tonight,”

“you invited me-”

“you invited yourself!” he wasn’t yelling, no, he had enough patience to not be yelling at you, but his voice was raised. “i didn’t invite you over to my house into my kitchen, to wear my sweaters.”

you’d been together for half a decade. neither of you needed an invitation, you both knew that. wilbur had given you a key because he wanted you to let yourself in whenever you needed. he’d spent entire days in your flat without you there while you were away. this had never been an issue before, and he made sure you knew that.

you stood still for a moment before reaching down and pulling off the jumper of his he’d been looking for, leaving you in a black long sleeved shirt underneath. you tossed it to him. “because you never thought to call me and let me know you’d be late. by over an hour.” you were quiet, quieter than you usually were. your voice was loud, and bright and he revelled in it, soaking up every little comment you made, every “i love you,” every giggle, he adored it.

“because not everything i do has to do with you,” he was verging on cruel, and he knew it. “i had a long day at work, and i just want to be alone, but you’re here. so i have to cater to you.”

you didn’t reply, just brushing past him, with a soft “sorry” as your arm brushed his. you grabbed your stuff and left in silence, deciding on walking home.

he rested his forehead against the closest surface - the fridge - and swore under his breath. he was still holding your jumper, and he brought it up to his face, burying his nose in it. it smelled like lavender.

he fished his phone out to call you as he retook his place on the couch, cheek still pressing into the jumper. it was soft. he loved it. he loved you. he was such an asshole.

he called. you ignored him. he called again, three times. four times over the half an hour until he knew you were home and he knew you were ignoring him. his headache had increased, and all he wanted was for you to be resting in his lap, drinking you in while you watched your movie. he opened his phone again, not to call you this time, but instead to order an uber for your place. god, they were probably making so much money off him tonight but if he had to walk the entire way to your house, he’d collapse of exhaustion. he was there within fifteen minutes, thankfully this driver not getting him lost, and he payed with one hand as he bounded up the stairs with the other. he brought out his keys on autopilot and then remembered what he’d said, putting them down to knock on your door instead.

“darling!” this time he was yelling. he didn’t care though, he needed you to hear him. it took three more times knocking and five more yelled pet names before you opened the door. your eyes were red, and you had changed into softer clothes, these ones all belonging to you. “i’m so sorry,” the words spilled from his mouth before he could stop them. “i’m sorry i got angry, i’ve been so tired recently and that’s not your fault nor your problem, but i took it out on you and you don’t deserve that, lovely.”

“i didn’t want to bother you,” you said softly, voice barely above a whisper. he took a step closer to you hesitantly, and when you didn’t step back he wrapped his arms around you.

“you’re never a bother,” he said, voice pouring with affection to make up for his thoughts betraying him earlier. “i love you more than anything. i’m sorry i didn’t show you that tonight,”

“i’m sorry for going in without you telling me,” you said.

he shook his head vehemently. “i gave you a key, lovely. i gave you a key because any space with you is better than one without.” he took your face in his hands and made you look at him as he spoke, trying to get you to absorb every word he was saying. “i want to spend the rest of my life with you, and i can’t do that if you can’t get into my house.”

you looked like you were about to start crying again, and he kissed you gently. “i’m sorry,”

“don’t be sorry,” he assured you. “just let me in? i want to watch a movie with you.” your smile came back, if only slightly, and he knew he was making progress. you brightened up every room you were in, and even if you were a little loud, and too bubbly, and you stole his sweaters, he wouldn’t want you to be any different. he kissed you again, slowly and gently and when he pulled back your eyes were sparkling. “lovely?” you hummed to show you were listening. “when we get a place together, promise you won’t climb on the counters?”

“i don’t know if i can commit to that,” you said, laughing softly. “but i’ll see what i can do.”

#wilbuh #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader fluff #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot angst

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spyderlady · 10 months

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dating hobie brown would include

(gif by fyspiderverse)

note: just some random headcanons i came up with while on my way home from uni. and please i don't want any hobie brown police telling me he wouldn't do these because blah blah. they're called headcanons for a reason. also very rushed but i really wanted to write something for him because im so in love with him ahhhhhh hes so cool <3

ꗃ pairing: hobie brown x gn!reader

ꗃ warnings: slight mention of blood and needles

summary: things the two of you'd do when he's not doing spider-punk things <333

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★ hobie and your favorite past time is definitely making custom bagpins out of metal bottle caps. he adores the ones you craft for him and puts them up all over his jacket

★ he made you a "perfect little punk' bagpin once and it's your favorite. you never take it off your bag

★ going to the thrift store and spending hours together browsing through clothes you'd style each other in

★ you however love stealing his clothes. especially his crop tops, however they aren't very cropped on you

★ messily painting each others nails black which later turns into a sloppy makeout session. it ruins your freshly painted nails, every damn time

★ you love watching him tune his guitar. he's so focused and into it

★ sometimes he'd want you to sit on his lap while he does it

★ late night guitar sessions with him as he teaches you how to strum a perfect note. you're not very good at it but he's very proud of you regardless

★ hobie whispering "who's my perfect little punk, eh?" into your ear while you're outside knowing damn well what it does to you

★ getting an immense amount of stares when you're out with him. it's definitely because of that height difference

★ he pierced your tongue at home with a sewing needle while you sat on the bathroom floor, scared for dear life.

★ you had almost passed out that day. not due to the pain but because you forgot to breathe even after he repeatedly asked you to. it did bleed but you're just surprised it didn't get infected

★ "good job, my little rockstar," he whispered, kissing you on your bloody lips

#hobie brown #spider-punk #spider-man: across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown oneshot #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x reader

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wintfleur · 2 months

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Stella was at the family skate and they were all being competitive to see who was the better skater. (Stella won)Also, Jack got jealous because Lazar’s kids like Stella better than him

౨ৎ stella at the New Jersey devils family skate thoughts

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

Stella loves family skates !!! She almost always goes to the Canucks one, but she sadly had to miss the last NJD family skate . . . so she was very excited about being able to come to this one.

She was wearing some jeans and a black long sleeved shirt and one of her favorite jacket (some of the wags were jokingly jealous about it when they saw it) she had her hair in braid pigtails, tied with red ribbon bows. She looked so pretty that Ellen couldn’t stop taking pictures of her. (Sending a few to rutger)

She spent most of her time at Luke’s side, the two of them causing a little mischief, and just spending time together, gossiping mostly. And of course Jack brings up having a small race between the siblings and Holtz was quick to jump in and be the referee. Stella had rolled her eyes at jacks eagerness and cocky attitude, but she agreed, Luke agreeing once Stella does.

Stella had won of course, she’s smaller then her brothers and she’s also just really fast, she’s always been fast (from figure skating and playing hockey for a few years when she was younger) Luke came in secound and a now embarrassed Jack came in last, Stella and Luke and some others using that to tease him.

Stella is amazing with kids !!! She absolutely loves them, and Lazar’s son loves Stella . . . honestly has a small crush on her, always giggling. So Stella decided to skate and watch the little boy so the married couple can have a little alone time, the couple trusts Stella, seeing how good she was with their son before at games.

And obviously Jack is jealous of this. Watching in shock and annoyance as Stella and the little boy slowly and carefully skate around, big smiles on both of there faces with the occasional giggle. Jack teasingly skated after them causing the young one to squeal and shout at Stella to go faster, soon all 3 of them were laughing. Others watching with big smiles, especially the parents of the cutest kid ever !!!

Stella spent a lot of time with Nico and his family, they love the youngest Hughes. She skated with her mom and dad, and made sure to talk to everyone. She had a lot of fun with John as well !!! But she loved being able to just skate and hangout with her brothers <333

It was a great time !!! Stella had a blast and took lots of pictures !!!

°. — taglist ( @privatemythss @juraj-slafkovsky @cixrosie @toasttt11 )

#💌stellahughes!#hughes sister #hughes!sister #new jersey devils

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bussyslayer333 · 1 year

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dancing together in the rain with bradley for your blurb celebration please ❤️

this is so cute eeee

pairing: bradley bradshaw x wife!reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: some swearing,,, i think that’s it?? mostly cute af

send me a prompt, get a blurb!!

“You’re fucking crazy!” you squeal with no bite, rain pelting down onto you.

San Diego was usually dry and hot, something you loved about the place was it’s general consistency in weather. Today however, dry was replaced with wet, very wet.

“Dance with me baby!” Bradley shouts over the rain.

His white shirt is almost fully see through and his jacket he’d already deposited as it was weighing him down. You eyed the way his large arms strained and moved beneath the transparent fabric and ultimately folded, rushing into his waiting arms.

You should probably be mad. You’re wedding dress was going to be ruined. The cake had turned to an inedible mush and your guests were huddled under a small gazebo meant only for the bar and speakers for the music.

“There’s no music, Brad,” you wonder aloud.

As if on cue, the melodic sounds of Abba come spitting loudly out of the speakers being scarcely protected by the gazebo. You look around curiously to find none other than Jake Seresin stepping out of the gazebo, already shirtless and smacking Bradley on the shoulder.

“God, Bradshaw do I have to save your ass all the time?” He teases, hair still perfectly tousled even when soaked in rainwater, droplets dripping down his toned chest in a way that could almost be staged.

Bradley can only laugh in disbelief, “why is your shirt off?”

“I’m here to fuckin’ dance, Bradshaw that’s why!” Jake cheers.

You shrug and bend down to slip your heels off, flinging them to the side.

With your approval, streams of people come from under the gazebo, shrieking as the rain hits them. The squealing quickly turns to singing as people familiarise themselves with the weather and begin to dance.

Bradley is jumping up and down wildly, his hands never leaving your waist. You can feel his strong hands gripping onto you through the sodden fabric of your dress, spinning you round to face him. He continues to sway you as he pushes at the wet strands of hair framing your face.

“You’re so goddam beautiful.” He declares, running his thumb over your lip.

“Even with my makeup ruined?” you query.

“Especially.” Bradley decides, hurriedly smashing his lips into yours.

You can hear your friends and family whooping as Bradley deepens the kiss and lowers you down in a dip. He was always one for theatrics.

And when you’re scooped back up and allowed to take in the surrounding scene, Jake twirling around your grandma and your girlfriends dancing wildly with Bob and Fanboy, there’s no way on earth you could be mad at all. Even when the rain is still slashing down heavily.

“I hope this hasn’t ruined our day Mrs Bradshaw?” Bradley whispers into your ear.

You turn back to face him, nose nudging against his own, “No day is ruined with you.”

Bradley’s arms come to wrap back around you as he lifts you up.

“Put me down!” You squeal, slapping at his rain soaked shirt that was practically useless at this point.

“Never.”

a/n: I LOVE BRAD UGHHH and i hope u guys love this 😘😘

icl i love writing lil blurbs hehe

pls comment or reblog and tell me what u think :))

ty for requesting and reading !!!

- honey <333

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wintersxldiers · 4 months

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Heyyyy

I already messaged @lafleshlumpeater this ask but I thought I should do it to as many people as I could (esp bc ik ur a Bucky stan)

Could you do a sad reader bc she has period cramps and concerned Bucky who has done his hw to help his girl every way he can. (Some smut too if you're comfortable) Just fluff, fluff and more fluff

YESS Winter's children UNITE!

thanks for requesting hope you like this but I don't know if I really did this justice.

Warnings: Periods, Fluff and comforting Bucky (Lmk if I missed any) In which Bucky's Doll gets her period and he helps her feel a bit better and does everything he can to make sure his girl feels good.

(PLEASE BEAR WITH ME THIS IS MY FIRST PROPER PUBLIC WRITE SO IT IS CRINGEY)

(Thank you @lafleshlumpeater for proof reading and encouraging me to post this <333 so grateful for you xx)

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You rolled around in pain. Curse these stupid period cramps. You prayed for the moment for Bucky to come home so he could help relieve you of this pain. You needed his cuddles, his kisses, his warmth and his scent. Your favourite thing to do while on your period was to wrap yourself up in his scent. You missed and wanted it all.

Suddenly you hear the front door slam shut and footsteps in the kitchen.

"Doll, I'm home, where are you?" Bucky said, looking in the living room and bathroom. 'Probably in our bedroom' he thought to himself and walked into the bedroom. There he saw you clutching your stomach and rolling around on the bed. "Baby, what happened? Is it the cramps again?" He asked, holding your face in his hands. He glanced at his phone to check the date and realised you were on your period. "stupid periods" he cursed under his breath.

Then an idea popped into his head. "Wait there Angel, I'll get you the hot water bottle" and that's exactly what he did. He grabbed the hot water bottle and climbed into bed with you for a while, cradling you in his arms before he decided that he needed to go shopping first. "Bucky please stay here." you mumbled, in pain. He refused and walked out and left the house.

Bucky returned twenty minutes later with 2 carrier bags full of sweets and chocolates because of your cravings. "Hey baby I'm back with the goods" he chuckled a bit under his breath. "Thank you so much Bucky." you said eternally grateful that he is your boyfriend. "It's nothing Doll, you deserve this and more." he said staring deep into your eyes before standing up and getting you water and medication.

You took the medication then asked "wanna come lie in bed, watch a movie and eat?" You looked at him hopefully and of course he agreed. He took his jacket off and slipped under the covers. He grabbed you and held you in his arms and you stroked his metal arm softly, your fingers grazing over it. He had his flesh hand rubbing over your belly, almost massaging it. Your head rested on his hard chest.

You loved this comforting side of Bucky, it was refreshing to see especially after you both come back from a mission and he lets his guard down when he steps into the house with you. You looked up and stared at him while he stared at the screen while watching YOUR comfort movie. He could feel your eyes on him and looked down at you, “what’s up Doll?He asked. “Nothing” you replied, “Thank you” you said before landing your lips onto his. “I love you Angel.” He muttered. “I love you too Buck.” You replied.

#bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x y/n #winter soldier #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #winter soldier fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fandom #winters children

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wifeofasith · 24 days

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Ik I'm doing a whole longer outfit-rate post but I just can't sit still and be silent when THIS is out there now !!

I love monochrome outfist, but when it's all black... And when it's on Hayden... Good gods I had to sit down this morning and take a second to process when I saw him on my feed.

So let me squeeze in with my opinion now. Again, all black, especially sexy, no complaints. Love what's going on with the pants, usually not a huge fan of formal clothing but these appear to be slightly baggy, less tailored, just chef's kiss. Jacket is simple and fits good, plus points for it being unbuttoned. Great shoes, neat and classy enough for the event but doesn't make him look too polished. This absolutely deserves 100 smash points !!

Also his hair ?? I'm still mourning the curls but this is improvement. They do seem a bit longer than the last time and I'm here for it! I hope he keeps it up. I suppose he wanted a more tidy look, but he could have that with slightly longer hair too!

I have a quite boresome event happening now so I could be yapping about him for hours. He's so handsome. <333

#hayden christensen

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bella-rose29 · 3 months

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The Greatest Thing - Lockwood x fem!reader

requested by anon: Hi, I love the way you write! I was wondering (if requests are still open) if you could write a Lockwood x reader where reader's mother died when she was little for some reason, and by taking on a case reader and Lockwood find themselves having to fight the ghost of reader's mother ? And maybe even Lockwood calming Reader down after the mission? Feel free to change parts. (btw: sorry if English is terrible, I'm Italian, English is not my native language)

my lovely you don't need to apologise for your English, it's better than a lot of actual English people I know (myself included) <333

sorry this took me so long, but hopefully you enjoy!!

for reference, the song that's mentioned is specifically Nat King Cole's version of Nature Boy from 1948 <3

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: swearing (only a lil), brief mentions of cancer (not explicit though), idk if there's anything else

I did just copy and paste the tag list from DTH part 9 so feel free to not read this if you don't want to! <3

It was nearly one in the morning when the telephone rang.

This was odd, because the phone had been broken for a little over twenty years.

It was more sentimental than anything else, and it was kept as a reminder of someone long gone, as was the typewriter that sat on the shelves next to the telephone, on top of the case it came in so that it could be admired. There was a record player too, although that was in perfect working condition, unlike the other two objects.

The ringing of the telephone woke up the inhabitant of the bedroom, and he groggily rubbed at his eyes as he sat up and turned the light on. The glare made him wince, but when he realised the broken telephone on his shelf was ringing, his eyes shot wide open. He scrambled for the working phone on his bedside table, trying not to panic too much and failing as he punched in the numbers. The line rang three times before someone picked up, and his breathing was shaky.

“Hello? I think there’s a ghost in my bedroom.”

~~~

“Lockwood? You awake?” Y/n pushed open the door to the library, making note of the dim light that shone under the door. Her voice was quiet, just in case he’d actually managed to fall asleep, but as soon as she stepped inside she saw him sat in his usual armchair with a book.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Not really. Dad’s just phoned me.” She took the chair next to him, watching as he put a bookmark in place and held the book closed on his lap.

“Ah, that’s who was calling.” He frowned. “You don’t sound too happy about it.”

“He thinks there’s a ghost in his room. Said the old telephone that Mum bought ages ago started ringing just now. He wants us to come and check it out as soon as we can.”

“How do we know it’s not just… someone calling?”

“It’s broken, Lockwood. Has been for ages. Pretty sure it was broken when Mum got it, but she thought it looked nice.”

“Right. Well… you know the house layout, and where things are. And if you’re not too tired… I suppose we could head over now? Only if you wanted. Your father is welcome to stay here if he wants, too.”

“Thank you, Lockwood. I don’t know that I’ll be able to sleep, not knowing Dad’s in danger. And he won’t want to go outside at this time of night anyway, not without a safe route to somewhere else. You sure you’re alright with going on a case now?”

“Of course I am, Y/n. Especially for you.” She tried not to flush too much at how sincerely he had said it and pushed out of the chair.

“Okay then. I’ll just… go and get changed.” She was still in her pyjamas from earlier. Lockwood was, predictably, in a suit, just without the jacket and tie. She was certain they were a second skin on him now.

“Meet me by the front door in ten? I’ll get the kit ready.”

“Sure. Don’t forget the biscuits like you did last time.”

~~~

It took five minutes of quietly moving around the attic so as not to wake Lucy for Y/n to get changed. She wasn’t entirely successful in being silent, since the floorboards creaked every two seconds and she fell over trying to get her jumper on because she got stuck inside it and didn’t see the corner of her bed, but somehow Lucy slept through it all. Y/n headed downstairs, wincing when the steps groaned under her weight, and went to find Lockwood in the basement. He was nearly done packing up the bags, and when he caught sight of her his smile was blinding.

“You all ready to go?”

“Yeah, think so. I’ve been thinking, about what the Source could be?” she said, although her voice lifted at the end to make it sound more like she was asking him a question. Lockwood nodded, zipping up the second kit bag and handing it to her when she reached for it. “I feel like the phone is too obvious, but if it’s some sort of Poltergeist it might be a good idea to check anyway. There’s quite a lot of things that could be a Source, actually. Mum loved collecting old stuff, said it reminded her of her childhood.”

“She wasn’t an agent, was she?”

“No. No Talent. Not with a capital ‘t’ anyway. She was amazing at loads of other things though.” They were in the hallway now, grabbing their rapiers out of the stand. Lockwood shrugged on his coat.

“What do you know about the history of the house? Any murders or deaths that could result in a Visitor?”

“No. There was Mum’s, but Dad got the place sorted out as soon as he could. DEPRAC came in and cleared the room.”

“Well, we’ll see what we can find, yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” she said when he opened the front door and gestured for her to go first. Lockwood must have called a cab, because now there sat one just in front of the gate. “I told Dad to get into the kitchen and turn the table lamp on, ‘cause a couple years ago he got iron strips put in the floor, so he should be alright in there. We can get this taxi to wait for him and bring him here, right?”

“Of course. That was a smart move, both the iron strips and your suggestion. We’ll make the kitchen our main retreat, then.”

Ten minutes later they were pulling up outside her childhood home, and as soon as the taxi stopped Y/n was opening the door and rushing to greet her dad. Lockwood was talking to the driver, paying him for the journey they’d just taken and asking if he might stay a little longer to take a passenger back to 35 Portland Row.

“Hi, Dad, you alright?” Y/n breathed, wrapping her arms around her father.

“Been better, love. I’m glad you and your boyfriend are here though.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, Dad,” she said, feeling heat creep up her neck. “Lockwood’s my boss.”

“I just thought that since you talk about him all the time, y’know? Lockwood this and Lockwood that.”

“I’m gonna walk away now, I think. Have fun with the ghost!” she joked, knowing that she would never leave her father in a house where there was a possible haunting. “We, uh… we thought it might be best if you went to Portland Row for tonight while we work here. It’s a standard procedure to not have the clients in the house, but normally they’ve got somewhere to go and a bit more notice, and Lockwood said you can take his bed if you wanted. We have also got a sofa, but it’s not nearly as comfortable as a bed.”

“Alright, love. You’ll be alright, just the two of you?”

“Yeah.”

“I take it he’s keeping that cab for me?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then. I’ll see you in the morning, love.” He must have known that she would ask him to leave the house because he reached behind him and picked up a bag, hoisting it over his shoulder and planting a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Bye, Dad!”

She watched as he sent a small wave over his shoulder, shaking Lockwood by the hand and thanking him for the offer of a place to stay, and then he was getting in the taxi and going back the way that she and Lockwood had come from.

Lockwood had the keys to the house in his hand, and before he unlocked the front door (her father had locked it when he’d seen the taxi approach) he turned back. “Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

“I can do this, Lockwood. For my Dad. Besides, if something’s only just surfacing now from one of the antiques, it can’t be too bad can it? I mean, it didn’t hurt my dad.”

~~~

As it turned out, it was quite bad.

Not in a holy-shit-this-ghost-will-kill-us way, but more in a holy-shit-why-does-this-house-feel-worse-than-a-graveyard-at-night? way.

Y/n had grown up in this house, had only really moved out two years ago, and she had never once felt unsafe or uneasy. Walking around it now, though, doing initial readings of sensations and temperature, she wondered how her father had managed to stay positive. Most things she just got echoes of her own childhood, her laughter as she ran through the halls while her parents chased her when she was three, baking in the kitchen and licking the bowl when she was five, crying when she tripped and slid down the last couple of steps on the stairs and grazed her knee at the bottom, and her mother pressing kisses to her hair and a plaster to her tiny injury when she was six. But underneath it all there was a malaise, something unsettling that seeped into Y/n and Lockwood’s bones and made them cautious.

“Does it normally feel like this?” he asked when they made it to the top of the stairs and around most of the rooms, one hand on his rapier hilt. They hadn’t drawn their weapons yet, but they knew it was only a matter of time.

“No. Dad would have said something.” The thermometer beeped, alerting them of a drop in temperature. Lockwood checked it where it sat attached to his belt.

“Minus two. It was three degrees just now.” They stood in silence on the landing, both looking at the thermometer. “Well, only one door left, I suppose. Do you want to do it or should I?”

“I’ll do it.” She made her way to the door of her parents’ bedroom and took a shaky breath before placing her hand on the doorknob. Immediately a rush of memories hit her, from when her parents first moved in after their marriage, to the day she was born in that room, to the countless times Y/n had crept in in the night because she’d had a bad dream, up to the point when her mother had last touched the handle. It went further, but the force of the memory of her mother made her push the door open and step over the threshold.

Lockwood was right behind her, and she heard him draw in a breath and reach into his coat for his sunglasses. Y/n whipped around to look at him just as he pushed them over his eyes, catching the last of his squint while he warily studied the bed. “Why are you putting those on?” she asked, not liking the wobble that accompanied it.

“Death glow on the bed. Are…” he hesitated for a moment, and she imagined his eyes darting between her and the bed behind her. “Are you absolutely sure that your father got the house cleaned out?” His voice was soft, like he was trying to not agitate her too much, but she got defensive anyway.

“Yes. He wouldn’t lie about something like that, not when he had a six year old living in a possibly haunted house!”

“But… and I’m not doubting you, or your father, I just need to know, were you here when the house got cleaned out after your mother passed?”

“No, Dad sent me to my friend’s house. He said it wouldn’t be good for us to be in the house while they were working.”

“So you never actually saw people cleaning out this place?” She froze, catching on to what Lockwood was getting at.

“No,” she whispered, turning to look back at the bed. Her mother had died in it over ten years ago from untreated cancer, completely unexpectedly. She’d gone peacefully at least, in her sleep, but it had broken the two members of the family that had been left behind. Her father had told her that he’d call DEPRAC and get the house cleaned out, to keep the two of them safe, but now as she grabbed a hold of the doorknob again she realised there was no memory of people coming in to do that job. “Shit. Shit shit shit shit.”

“Hey,” Lockwood said, sunglasses still perched on his nose. “It’s alright. We’re agents, and we’re Lockwood and Co. I know… I know this won’t be easy, Y/n/n, but we can do this. You can do this. Just breathe in, and back out. Good. Right. Have a think: what in here could be the Source? Hey, focus, Y/n.” His tone grew a little harsher as he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her away from the door.

“Why wouldn’t he clean the house?” Her breath was coming too quickly now, and her eyes couldn’t settle on any one thing. “Why, Lockwood? Why wouldn’t he do it?”

“Because sometimes we love someone too much to have them gone forever.” Her eyes finally stopped moving around, instead meeting his and making her draw in a breath at the vulnerability in his eyes. His voice had been rough with emotion, and immediately she thought of the door on the landing back at 35 Portland Row. As quickly as he had opened up, his walls had snapped back into place, and he was leaning back and smiling softly at her. “Let’s try not to focus on that too much, yeah? Maybe the phone?” As though he had summoned it, the old telephone on the shelf started ringing as soon as he finished talking. “Okay… that was weird.”

“It’s not even got wires attached to it,” Y/n breathed.

“Visitor is definitely a Poltergeist then. There’s no apparition which is good, because no ghost-touch. That’s also bad though. No way of really knowing what the Source could be.” She tuned Lockwood out, knowing that he would just be talking himself through the situation they were in, and kept on staring at the telephone. It hadn’t stopped ringing.

Music suddenly started blaring out of the record player, despite there not being any record to play. It was a song that Y/n recognised, although she couldn’t remember where from.

“Is that… is that ‘Nature Boy’?” Lockwood asked, glancing incredulously at the record player.

“Oh my god. Yeah. It was Mum’s favourite song, specifically this version.” Her mother would often be found with it playing on the record player in the study downstairs, and she’d told Y/n the story behind it a million times. She’d been adamant that Y/n never forget the words, and now as it played she knew it was her mother haunting this room.

“I think it’s broken,” Lockwood said when the song skipped back to repeat the last section of the song.

“The greatest thing…”

“No, it’s not. Maybe it’s the record player? Maybe that’s the Source?” The music stopped, and she knew she was wrong. “Okay… so the telephone is the Source?” At once the music started again, but from a different point.

“But very wise…”

“Is… is your mother helping us?”

“I think so.”

“… Why?”

“Maybe she just wants to move on?”

“But very wise…”

“Okay this is freaking me out a little bit now,” she said, moving over to the telephone. It stopped ringing when she got close enough to reach out and touch it, and she glanced at Lockwood. “Silver net?” He wordlessly passed her one, his sunglasses still obscuring his eyes. His face was impassive and she couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, but he was focused on the record player. It had continued playing from where her mother’s ghost had skipped back to help them, and was finishing up the last lines of the song.

“The greatest thing… you’ll ever learn… is just to love… and be loved… in return…”

The room became silent after that, and both Lockwood and Y/n stood staring at the record player. Nothing moved until Y/n finally broke out of whatever world she had disappeared into, slowly placing the silver net over the telephone and wrapping it carefully. At once the temperature lifted, and just before she had finished containing the Source of her mother’s ghost she heard a sigh in the air, as though someone was finally being allowed some peace.

“We should head over to the furnaces,” Lockwood finally said. “Unless you wanted to put it in a silver glass case?”

“I’ll talk to Dad about it in the morning.”

“Alright. Here, let me…” he stepped over and gently removed the telephone from her hands. “Why don’t you go and sort out the kitchen, get all our things together? I’ll get a taxi for us.” Y/n nodded, not taking her eyes off of the bundle in his arms. “Y/n?”

“Hmm?” She was unfocused, untethered to this world, and his voice was muffled. She vaguely noted Lockwood putting the Source down and coming closer to her, and then he was hugging her tightly, pressing her into his chest and his lips to her head when she drew in a shaky breath and sobbed.

“It’s alright. It’s alright.”

She wasn’t sure how long they were there for, her crying into his dress shirt and him rubbing her back and whispering softly to her, but by the time she pulled back, her sobs reduced to slight hitches in her breath, her throat was sore and her eyes puffy. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Y/n.”

~~~

It was nearly three in the morning when the telephone rang.

This wasn’t odd, because this time it was Lockwood phoning Portland Row to let them know that the ghost had been dealt with, and he and Y/n were coming back.

Y/n had remained silent for the duration of the taxi ride back to 35 Portland Row, staring out the window with her eyes looking at something that Lockwood couldn’t see. He knew what it was like, to be in her position, but he had no idea how to comfort her other than just being here. She’d gripped him earlier, when they were hugging, like she thought he might be the next one to leave. It had broken his heart and made it swell at the same time that she had held him so tightly, but now he was left to wonder how else he might help.

She was still silent when they walked through the front door.

Her father came out of the living room to greet them, and Y/n had frozen, rapier mid-air while she went to put it away in the umbrella stand. Lockwood had put his own rapier away, and the sound made her snap out of whatever trance she had been in and finish her previous action before taking one last look at her father and running upstairs. Lockwood shrugged off his long coat, hanging it on the stand.

“It was her mother,” he said, looking at the stairs instead of at the man he was talking to. “I think she’s upset that you lied to her, about clearing out the house.”

“I couldn’t-” he broke off, coughing slightly to clear his throat when emotion clogged it up. “I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“I know.” He could barely look at that door on the landing most of the time. He turned to face Y/n’s father. “But you made that house unsafe. You got lucky. She was a Poltergeist, but completely unaggressive like they normally are. Very lucky, in fact, because there was no chance of you being ghost-touched. But still, you should have told her.” The man nodded, tears starting to fall on his cheeks.

“I suppose you put the Source in the furnaces then?”

“No, actually. I asked Y/n what she wanted to do, and she said she’d talk to you. You could keep it, so long as it was in a sealed silver glass box. You wouldn’t have to lose her again.”

“That would be great, thank you. Is it safe here overnight?”

“I’ll put it in the storeroom downstairs,” Lockwood smiled, one of his classic customer service smiles, and moved towards the kitchen. “Whereabouts did you decide to sleep in the end? The living room?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. Well, goodnight, sir.”

“You’re a good lad, Mr. Lockwood. I can see why my Y/n likes you so much. Goodnight,” he waved, disappearing into the living room and closing the door behind him. Lockwood stood in the hallway, Source still wrapped in the silver net, and tried not to blush too much at the way those words had been said.

~~~

“What are you doing in here?”

Y/n jumped at the sound of Lockwood’s voice, and immediately felt a little guilty for intruding on his personal space. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I didn’t want to wake Lucy up, ‘cause she hasn’t been sleeping well recently, so I came in here. Sorry.”

“That’s alright.” He went to grab his pyjamas, then did a double-take. “Is that my shirt?”

“Oh.” She looked down and flushed. “I didn’t… I forgot that by not going up to the attic I wouldn’t have anything to sleep in, so… yeah.”

“Oh.”

She wished he would say more, because his gaze was as heavy as the silence that settled over them after that single syllable.

“Lockwood?”

A pause. “Yeah?”

“I can leave-”

“No!” He swallowed thickly, then repeated himself. “No. I mean, no point waking Lucy up, is there? I’ll be back in a bit, just… going to go get changed.” She watched him leave, and then five minutes later she watched him come back.

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” he answered, sounding anything but. He looked… nervous? Why the hell was he nervous? “You?”

“I’m alright.” She tried not to laugh, settling for an amused smile instead, and waited for him to get into bed next to her and turn off the light. Once it was dark (or as dark as it could be with the ghost lamp outside the window), she heard him shuffle around in his bed so that he was facing her. The outline of his face was barely visible, but it was enough that she could make out where his eyes were, and where his faint smile was. “Lockwood?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For earlier.”

“I already told you, anytime.” They went quiet, just enjoying the comfort of Lockwood’s bedroom. “I talked to your dad, by the way. He said he didn’t want to lose her again, so I’ve offered to sort out a case for the phone in the morning. I also told him off for lying to you, which terrified me, because your dad is not a small man.” Y/n let out a snort at the last part, and she saw the faint light from outside light up Lockwood’s teeth as he grinned.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I did. Back at the house, you were… well, I’m not really sure what you were. But you weren’t you, and it scared me. It’s like you went somewhere else, Y/n. I just can’t lose you, is all.”

“Oh.” Now it was her turn to not say much, and she could feel him fidgeting.

“Your dad said something. About you.”

“What? What did he say?” Her heart was beating faster, not knowing if he’d said something good or bad.

“He said that you like me a lot.” Now her heart was thumping for a different reason.

“Well, yeah. It’s difficult not to like you, Lockwood, you’re a very likeable person, you know? Very-”

“Why are you nervous?”

“What?”

“You’re talking really fast. You do that when you’re nervous. Why are you nervous?” Damn him for knowing her so well.

“Uh… I just… I don’t know.” She did know, but how could she admit to her boss that she had the biggest crush on him while they were lying in his bed together?

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have- it just sounded like he meant it in a… in a like like way.” She took a deep breath, and decided to bite the bullet. At least if it was dark she couldn’t see his face when he rejected her.

“He did. I… I’ve liked you for a while, actually.” There was no response, and suddenly it all seemed like a terrible idea. “Lockwood?”

“How long?” There was no discernible emotion in his voice.

“About two years?”

“So… since you got here?”

“Yeah, basically.”

“You’re telling me,” he started, frustration seeping through, and she shrunk in on herself a little. “You’re telling me that we could have been together this entire time?!”

“Yeah, I guess so. Wait,” she frowned, “wait what did you just say?”

“It took us removing your mother’s Source from your childhood home and your father telling me that you really like me for this to happen?!”

“… Yeah?” She heard him bring his hands up to his face and groan, and then heard him shuffle around again. A moment later his hand was touching hers, tentatively at first, then lacing his fingers through hers and tugging her closer to him when he realised he’d found her. She ended up curled into his side, her head in the crook of his neck, and his arms wrapped around her torso under the duvet.

“Well I know you’re free after we wake up, so right after we get the glass case sorted out I’m taking you out for food.”

“Like a date?”

“Exactly like that.”

It wasn’t long after that that the pair of them fell asleep, and before she drifted off in Lockwood’s arms, she couldn’t help but think how her mother had been right about loving and being loved, and how it was the greatest thing in the world.

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leclerced · 3 months

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Max’ merch got me thinking that he’d love so much when his girl would wear his clothes. She always complains he actually has so much of red bull’s merch and she loves it on race weekends but not always. Kind of a girlfriend effect too because I can see him buying more ‚normal’ clothes. She loves to wear his buttons up in the mornings and his hoodies, jumpers in the evenings. And he always goes feral when he sees her

more soft bf max <333

i kinda love his merch. i wanna order some and see how it is from a manufacturing standpoint. i got some enchante chalet tees and they r nice but honestly super big compared to all my other tees so i wanna see how max’s compare

she loves the pride he has in his team and wearing his own merch branded with a number one, loves to steal his hats and shirts so she can show her support and that would drive him crazy, especially when they’re out and she steals the cap off his head and puts it on her own. but she also loves when he swaps out his team polos for a sweater or a nice button down. like she always compliments him but it’s different when she grabs the lapels of a new jacket and pulls him in for a kiss, before pulling away and telling him to turn around and whistling as he does so.

could see him buying clothes bc he wants her to be impressed with him !! like she compliments him on a specific color and he buys more things in it and every time she’s like “wow have i ever told you i love that color on you? my handsome boy” and he’s the happiest he’s ever been. except for maybe when he sees her in his clothes and he teases her for wearing it better than him.

she always steals his shirts to sleep in, and lounges around in his hoodies. would be late many mornings because he wakes up and finds her in his shirt from the day before and it still smells like him for the most part but her perfume has rubbed off on it and he can’t help but keep her in bed as long as possible

she’d get cold in the garage and disappear, so he’s looking around for her and starting to panic when she returns swaddled in one of his hoodies, and he just starts smiling like an idiot bc he’s just so overwhelmed with how much he loves her.

#ask #lifeboredme #mv1

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mistydeyes · 9 months

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congrats on 1k follows aaa !!! <333

I was wondering if we could gwt "black and white photos" with John Price:>

thank you so much for submitting! this was the second request for price so be sure to check out part one where he gets these photos :)

link to the prompt list and 1k celebration!

prompt: black and white photos (18+) - you take a few photos so they can remember you (and your body) while on deployment

pairing: John Price x fem!reader

warnings: SEXUAL DEPICTIONS, swearing

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As Price walked into the common room, he heard various whistles and shouts from his soldiers. "What's going on in here?" he commanded as he walked over to the table of Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. There was a beat of silence before Soap spoke up. "Uh well, we were just looking at some pictures the missus sent Gaz over here," Soap replied, a smirk on his face as he looked at Gaz. Gaz's hand reflexively pulled his phone into his jacket pocket as Price looked disappointed. "She said I could," Gaz mumbled before the group roared in laughter. "You're telling me you don't have photos, Captain?" Ghost then spoke up and eyed Price. Price had kept his word, the pictures were only for him and not for the leering eyes of anyone else, so he responded accordingly. "That's for me and the missus to know," he said ambiguously, "now the lot of you should go to bed, early training tomorrow." As Price exited to the sounds of groans and chairs being put back, he smiled as he felt the small picture in the brim of his hat.

Once Price returned to his quarters, he looked around as if he was a child hiding something from his parents. It was childish but he smiled when he pulled out the small envelope from the bottom of his pants drawer. In his time away, Price had organized them based on his favorites. He couldn't deny he loved all of them but there were a select few that he especially enjoyed. Those were at the back, he savored the best for last. He sat down in bed and gradually went through the stack, lustfully looking at your figure in a variety of lingerie. He paused on one where you were looking into the camera and toyed with the hem of your deep purple panties. He could feel his breath quicken as he eyes your hands holding your bra and the playful expression on your face. "God, I miss you, darling," he spoke aloud to no one.

He continued as his body ached and sought release. The final set of photos were his favorites as you had completely stripped away the teasing clothing and lay on the bed, just for him. He found himself stroking the picture in an attempt to imagine your delicate body and the sounds you made when you were under him. The final photo was one where you lay gripping your breast and had one hand teasing your parted legs. He could just imagine how he could make you feel if he was there right now. The room grew hot as he stared intently at the photo. Eventually, he tucked them back in the envelope with haste and made his way to the shower. "Late night, Captain?" Gaz commented as he passed Price in the hall. "Nothing a cold shower can't fix," Price said through gritted teeth as he sped away, clothes and caddy covering his front.

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silverlynx87 · 3 months

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Heart-Shaped Box

hiiiii! I finally finished my long-awaited sequel to 'A friend on Thanksgiving'! I may have gone a little overboard with it, though. This has not been beta'd and I've gone over it a few times for errors but if there's any stragglers, all mistakes are my own. Happy Valentine's Day <333 Words: 1.6k Pairing: Jacob Palmer(Crazy, Stupid Love) x reader - wording is very gender-neutral, total reader insert Content description/warnings: Inebriation from alcohol, angst, vomiting, some mild fluff

Over time, the two of you grew into a casual and relaxed friendship. There was sometimes a slight fluttering under the surface, perhaps an echo or a whisper of something more, but neither one of you ever acted on it, as it seemed to disappear just as quickly as it surfaced. Jacob came off especially distant in the days approaching Valentine's Day. While he's had plenty of temporary company in his bed on that holiday in the past, it didn't soothe the lingering loneliness forming at the center of his chest when he thought about it.

You were surprised then when he declined your invitation on the 14th to hang out, watch cheesy movies and eat takeout. It was practically a weekend ritual with him at this point. He mentioned he had a date and promised to make it up to you later. Without much further thought about it, you left him to enjoy the night while you curled up on your couch and browsed Netflix. You binged-watched an entire corny B-movie trilogy before your eyes started to get heavy and your belly was full of snacks. You checked your phone, 1:44am.

You wrapped your fleece blanket around yourself and closed your eyes. Just as you started to drift off you're startled by a shuffling sound approaching your door and the jiggling of your doorknob. You also heard…singing? Very off-tune singing. You got up and checked the window and sure enough, Jacob was wobbling in front of your door, singing Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana(or attempting to anyway), trying to insert his house key and confused as to why it didn't work; every other lyric of his song replaced with a mumbled 'fuck' and 'goddamn lock'. He must've thought he was at his house. It would almost be adorable if not for the fact that you really didn't want him to destroy your door attempting to jam his key in.

You opened the door and he very nearly stumbled forward onto the ground, as he was leaning on it with his key in his hand. He looked at you bewildered.

"What…wait…what are you doing here?" He slurred, eyes glossy and unfocused.

"Jacob, this is my house. You're at the wrong door." You replied, trying very hard not to laugh at him.

He squinted his eyes tightly and tried to focus his vision, looking around the outside of your yard and then inside your front door. "Are you sure?" He looked down at his house key and the change in perspective caused him to sway, and he gripped the door frame tightly to keep himself from falling down.

You held onto his arm to keep him steady and he absolutely reeked of alcohol. He was much more intoxicated than you realized, and that was going to be a problem. He could barely stand on his own, so you draped an around around him and reluctantly took him into your house, closing the door behind you. You peeled off his white jacket and the both of you hobbled to the couch. He felt like a rag doll as you plopped him down on the cushions, and he landed with an 'Oof' and a very un-serious giggle.

"What happened to your date?" You huffed, recovering from dragging a drunk grown-ass man across your living room.

He laughed loudly, the sound unable to contain its bitter tone. "I s'got ghoshted…at s-thuh barrr…" His words were mushed together and mumbled. "Shtupid…"

Ouch. Ghosted on Valentine's Day? That's harsh. You leaned over him laying there, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, and then you saw it. His face went lax, his complexion paled and he started to heave. Oh, oh no. You rushed to your kitchen to grab your garbage can and flung off the lid, bringing it to him, thanking your lucky stars you replaced it earlier. He unceremoniously rolled over on his side, grabbed the trashcan and violently emptied his stomach contents into it. You winced from how bad he was coughing and gagging and spitting. After a few more unproductive retches, he groaned and put the can down, laying back on the couch with his arm over his eyes. He seemed too embarrassed to look at you.

"Are you okay?" You asked as you got up to get him a glass of water, returning to him swiftly. He gratefully drained the glass and handed it back to you.

It seemed the puking helped to sober him up slightly as his response was much more coherent, "I'm sorry I'm such a f-fucking loser." He pushed out, his voice cracked from a combination of his forceful heaving and his emotions. His eyes were already watering from throwing up, but you watched as they welled up again, threatening to spill over.

"Aw, no, you're not a loser. The person who ghosted you is a loser." You reassured him, and he looked up at you with upturned brows, like he's unsure if you really mean it or if you're just being nice. You sensed his insecurity and put your hand on his shoulder. "I mean it, really. It's their loss. You're a great person Jacob, I want you to know that."

He choked back a sob and reached out to hug you, and despite him smelling like a minibar, you wrapped your arms around him and let him rest his head on the crook of your shoulder. The fluttering feeling returned in your stomach, and you tried hard to ignore it, pushing it down. After a few more seconds of sniffling, he brought his head up to look into your eyes, searching. You wondered if he too felt the same feeling just now.

"I should have just stayed here with you." He said softly. You weren't sure if it was simply a statement or a confession of some sort. When he leaned toward you, you had your answer. His eyes looked full of hope and yearning, and you very nearly let him close the gap when his eyes went wide and he quickly turned his head, heaving into the trashcan once again. You're reminded of where you are and the moment passes. You rubbed his back in soothing circles while he rode out his nausea, head buried in the can between his legs. Poor guy.

When his vomiting subsided you got him more water, some Pepto and encouraged him to relax and lay down on the couch to rest. By the time you replaced the garbage bag in the trashcan, he was completely asleep, snoring softly. You wondered if he would remember anything about tonight, or if he even really meant to do what he did. You couldn't help but sleep out in your living room on your lounge chair because you wanted to keep an eye on him. After you've determined he's probably going to stay asleep, you do the same, trying to relax and get even a few hours of rest from this chaotic Valentine's night.

It was late morning when your eyes finally opened. Your back was stiff from the awkward position on the lounge chair and then you remembered what transpired the night before. You noticed that Jacob was nowhere to be found, and his jacket was no longer hanging from the coat rack on the wall near your door. He must have left while you were asleep. There was a little part of you that missed him even though you just spent the previous night watching him cry and puke in equal measure. Thoughts swirled in your head about whether or not he remembered trying to kiss you, but you figured it would be for the best to not even bring it up. Alcohol can do a lot of things to people, especially someone freshly heartbroken and vulnerable.

You got up to start your day as usual, debating whether or not to get some discounted Valentine's candy for your stash. As midday rolled around you heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, you were met with a lovely bouquet of flowers. Jacob peered around the colorful arrangement in his hand to sheepishly greet you. He looked tired and definitely hung over, but he thankfully had time to shower, change and brush his teeth.

"Hi. I'm sorry about being a drunk idiot last night and puking." He chuckled. So he did remember that part.

You smiled and took the flowers. "You're fine. All's forgiven. How do you feel?" You don't know why you even asked, he looked like shit and both of you knew it.

He humored you and grinned. "Like my head got thrown in a cement mixer. Do you have any Tylenol?"

You knew damn well he probably had painkillers at home but you let him in anyway, gesturing to follow, and he smiled. You told him where it was in your medicine cabinet and as he fetched the pills for himself you put the flowers in an empty vase. When he returned you watched him casually move about your kitchen, navigating your space comfortably as he filled a glass with water and took the pain reliever. It was as if he felt at home with you. You weren't sure why you hadn't noticed it before. Perhaps you just weren't paying attention. You locked eyes with him and you realize it-- he remembered everything. There were those butterflies again.

A beat passed, and then another. He tentatively approached you, setting down the glass on the counter and resting his hand on your waist. Slowly, he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. It was feather-light, experimental. When you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him, all apprehension in his mind dissolved.

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jeonjcngkook · 2 years

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popular vote | jjk (m)

➵ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➵ genre/au: 18+, porn with no plot at all whatsoever, smut, fluff, established relationship, political au (but not at all political bcs im just dumb)

➵ word count: 5.7k

➵ summary: jungkook gets elected as the youngest president and you’re there to celebrate his big win with him

➵ warnings & kinks: jaykay do be a lil dominant • sub reader with a dirty mouth • lil possessive jaykay • he calls her ‘little swan’ n ‘princess’ — honestly im mushy theyre saur cute • swearing • dirty talk • kissing • neck kisses • hair pulling • slight exhibitionism • biting • oral (m & f rec) • deep throating • jords’ famous spit kink makes a return agdfsgdhfg • fingering • size kink • unprotected sex • clit slapping w his cawk • cum swallowing • finger sucking •

➵ note1: betaed by @hobipaint, @amourtae, @baljinciaga, @m-yg93 & @rkivian. banner by @kth1. honourable mention to jj who fought for this <333 lurv u

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Your fingers work diligently, scrambling at the lapels of his tightly fitted blazer while the other begins to undo the buttons of the crisp jacket. Jungkook manages to push the door open with the heel of his shoe, pulling you in right behind him. The door closes with a slam as he presses you up against the structure, hard enough that a painting of a historical member of the political institution rattles on impact.

A gasp sneaks past your lips as the air is knocked out of your lungs followed by a small giggle at the situation. You don’t have much time to catch your breath because one of Jungkook’s hands is firmly attached to the door while the other holds your hips tight so you can’t escape him; a thigh slides in between your own legs, parting them and pressing it against your core.

“____ - fucking hell, you’re just so - .”

Jungkook is lost in the pleasure as he dips towards your neck, manoeuvring past your blouse collar, licking, nipping and biting at the skin — making sure that everybody knows just who exactly it is you belong to.

“Mhm, look at me,” you manage to persuade.

You run your fingers through your husband's onyx locks, watching as some of the gelled strands fall from the hairstyle and in front of his beautiful face. He smiles gently, his teeth on full display as he sweeps you up off of your heels and twirls you around in his arms, tucking his head into your shoulder and placing affectionate little kisses in the crook of your neck.

Today is a special day for the both of you, but especially for Jungkook. After years of dedication and hard work, Jungkook had just been elected President; the youngest in history to be exact. All the late night meetings that he would have to attend, skipped dates, and missed anniversaries have all been worth it for this moment; holding your husband's hand and walking this path with him.

Jungkook has always had the vigour and drive for this. Knowing from a young age that he always wanted to make a difference in the world, to strive, eager to create a legacy — being President was how he knew he could make a real tremendous difference. And truth be told, you could not be any prouder than you are at this moment.

Your arms wrap tightly around Jungkook as he continues to spin you around the small room before he sets you down and brushes his lips against your forehead. A gesture he always did in a moment of glory.

“How are you feeling, little swan?” Jungkook sighs against your head, his breath warming your flesh.

You keen at the nickname he shares with you. ‘Little swan’ being what he calls you as you had always held yourself with such gracefulness and elegance; even before standing by his side through his presidential run. It is as if you were born to be here by his side as his First Lady.

You slowly pull away from the warmth of his body, keeping your hands entwined around his neck. Jungkook’s eyes never break away from you, watching as your own eyes start to well up.

“I’m thinking about just how proud I am of you. How proud I am to have you as the leader of our country. But most of all, how proud I am to call you my husband,” you say, blinking away the tears quickly before they could fall and ruin your makeup.

Jungkook, without an ounce of hesitation, softly kisses you with his petal-like lips. It’s slow, tender and loving; unlike the kiss that you both shared just a few moments ago. His hand slides around your waist and pulls you back towards his body, resting it on the small of your back.

His tongue slips out and presses against your lips, eventually parting them and sliding in to tangle with your own. The kiss grows more heated as minutes pass, both of you opening your mouths simultaneously to allow further access.

Every part of your body sparks underneath Jungkook’s dextrous fingertips, making it hard to keep quiet. Your own digits thread through the hair at the nape of Jungkook's neck, finding the little curls and gently gripping them in your palm. Jungkook moans into your mouth and you swear you can feel his heart rate pick up like an insistent drum beat. Twisting your head, you deepen the kiss further, allowing his tongue to roll over and around yours as if trying to savour every single tiny detail about this day to memory. The sounds of mouths smacking together fills the room and you find yourself so indulged in his kiss that you let out low moans as Jungkook swallows them up.

With no warning, Jungkook lifts you back into his arms and takes slow strides to the other side of the office, where he places you down on top of the desk. His right hand slithers behind you to find the zipper at the back of your skirt and teasingly tugs it down ever so slowly.

Your own hands work in tandem with each other to work on the buttons of Jungkook’s shirt, getting impatient before you tear the fabric right down the middle, listening as the buttons fall onto the table and floor around you, revealing your husband's toned physique.

“Someone’s eager,” Jungkook smirks, his eyes glittering from the soft yellow lights above.

Grinning, you reply, “I’m never a patient person around you, baby”

His face inches closer to yours once more, his breath ghosting over your face where you can smell the faint scent of peppermint from his gum and the sweet flowery scent from his cologne he applied this morning. Jungkook's lips are barely touching yours and when you tilt your head and pull him towards you by the neck once more, he pulls back.

“Well maybe I should teach you a thing or two. That’s the only way you’re going to get what you’re craving.” Jungkook quips. You allow your eyes to flutter shut as you revel in the feeling of his weight against you.

Rolling your head to the side, you allow Jungkook to leave his own bites and sucks from your ear and down your neck. Never one to linger, his lips travel down your jaw, his tongue tickling against your skin as he works down to your neck, nipping at the skin before laving over the small marks before sinking his teeth into the juncture of your throat and shoulder.

You groan in frustration but keep the smile on your lips, knowing that when you play the intolerant card that Jungkook will soon enough put you back in your place.

Removing yourself from the desk, you twist your body around and place both hands flat firmly against the wooden desk, bending over to make sure the curve of your ass presses into Jungkook.

“Is it so wrong that I just want Mr. President to fuck me?” You purr, swaying your hips menacingly.

Before you can continue using your hips to tease Jungkook, his hands travel to your sides, halting your lustrous movements.. His fingers slide through the hem of your skirt and bunches it in his fists in a tugging motion. His fingertips graze your skin every so often, leaving a path of goose bumps to rise. You feel the clothing pool at your heels in a ‘swish’ motion followed by Jungkook who finds himself on his knees, lifting each one of your legs once to move the clothing from your feet — pressing wet kisses to the back of your calves.

Jungkook gets back to his feet, his hands leisurely trailing up your sides, past your hips and waist, feeling the lace of your underwear under his digits and then finally reaching your chest. “Leave the heels on,” he announces as he moves his palms around and cups both of your tits in each hand and firmly squeezes them a little harder than necessary prompting a moan from you.

The way his index finger and thumb slides past the lace fabric of your bra to find your nipples makes your legs weak. He rolls the hardened bud over and over until he begins to feel your body tremble against him.

He removes himself from your tits in favour of grabbing your hair at your nape and pulling you flush against his body. Leaning down, he directs his kiss bitten lips towards your neck and nibbles at the underside of your ear and squeezes your breast again. “I would never have been able to do this without you,” Jungkook whispers in your ear before suckling your earlobe into his mouth and grazing the flesh in between his teeth.

Jungkook pushes his thigh in between your legs and parts them. You moan on command as he starts to press into your pussy. Your back arches further into his chest as you feel your slick stick to your underwear.

Wasting no time, Jungkook manages to turn you around to face him once more and presses his swollen lips back into yours. Immediately, you part your lips and massage his tongue with your own messily, where teeth clash. Your nimble fingers tremble as they undo the top button of Jungkook’s pants.

You pop it open after a struggle, trying to concentrate on his mouth on yours and eventually you pull the zipper down and dip your hand into his Tom Ford boxers you love so much. Moving one hand over his hard dick, you rub tauntfully, making sure to add a bit of pressure once you near his tip and Jungkook releases a deep growl into the open air.

His cock is hard, heavy and slightly wet from the copious amounts of pre-cum that has leaked from his tip. You’re able to work your wrist in a fluid motion, making sure to spread his cum around from tip to base and back again. You break the kiss and look into your husband's eyes, taking in the beauty of his own — deep shades of spellbinding chestnut.

“Fuck, you’re so good with your hands,” he hums. "I'm yours, little swan. Every inch. Take what belongs to you.”

With one last kiss to his lips, you sink to your knees and look up to Jungkook from down below. With his head thrown back, shirt hanging off his shoulders showing off the sweat that is beginning to show on his skin, he looks so utterly beautiful in the throes of his pleasure. You grip tightly at his unzipped pants and pull them down far enough to release his pretty cock and watch it bop in front of you.

There is something so erotic about the way you handle Jungkook. The way you swallow harder than usual at the sight of him, even after all these years. It’s the way your fist can never quite close fully when you take him into your hand — his girth too big for your hand to fully wrap all the way around.

You watch on mesmerised as Jungkook still hardens under your touch, not believing that he could grow any more yet you’re always taken by surprise. Your hand pumps him diligently. Slow and tight. The leaking precum aiding you in an easy glide and then making sure to flick your wrist just the way he likes it at the tip.

“Is this how you want me? On my knees, messy and drooling for you,” you tease, wanting nothing more than to please the man in front of you.

“Fuck, yeah,” Jungkook’s voice is breathy as his responses comes out in a broken moan. Looking down below, Jungkook wraps your hair around his fist and edges you closer to his cock. Once you’re close enough, he wraps his own hand around his base and presses the head to your parted lips, making sure to spill anything from his cock onto your lower lip.

You nudge closer and let your tongue glide smoothly down his shaft, feeling the way the veins that run on the underside pulses in your mouth before pulling back and licking your lips salaciously to savour the salty taste of him as it tingles your taste buds.

Continuing to use your tongue, you wrap your mouth around him and beckon yourself further down his cock, pulling back and then teasing the slit with the point of your tongue. The noises from above you catch your attention as you watch Jungkook in euphoric bliss, enough to spur you to sink back down again.

Your hand continues to stroke whatever parts of his length you can’t quite reach. Every so often, you pull off completely and drag your thumb across the slit, mixing his cum and your spit into a messy mixture and using it as a form of lube for movement.

The fist in your hair tightens at your actions and pulls you off of his cock completely. You look up at him through wet lashes and a wicked grin on your face — a silent plea for him to give you more. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out and let the pearly liquid on your tongue run down the muscle.

Jungkook grabs at his base again and catches the concoction from your tongue with the tip of his cock before he takes control and forces in as much of his cock into your mouth as you can possibly take. You gag around him as he places his second hand onto the back of your head to keep you still, using your hair to guide your movements backwards and forwards onto his dick, every thrust pushing further past the barricade of your throat.

“Oh… my God. _____, t-that feels s-so good,” he hisses, his hips not stopping snapping into your face.

As the words leave his mouth, you push yourself further towards his hips and swallow his cock whole. Your nose is pressing up against his pubic bone as the tears once gathered at your lashes fall freely, effectively ruining your makeup you tried hard to keep pristine previously.

Jungkook’s movements still and he bends forward while keeping you in place as he feels you swallowing around him, the constricting pressure of your throat around him pushing him closer to his orgasm.

Before long, you’re pulled off of his dick and suck in a breath to aid the lack of oxygen your body hadn’t received. You’re quick to sink yourself back down on him and repeat your actions once again. Licking up and down, you extend your tongue and massage him thoroughly, making sure to caress and give extra attention to the crown, knowing that this is the most sensitive part for him.

Both Jungkook and your own breathing increases in the midst of the pleasure. The addition of the vibrations coming from your throat adds to the wet friction your mouth is providing. Your hand creeps up and wraps around where your mouth can’t reach. Jungkook throws his head back as his hand on the back of your head tightens and guides you back and forth.

You feel him shiver from above you as it all becomes a little too much for Jungkook. Not wanting to come just yet, he pulls out of your throat, past your tongue and watches as a river of saliva that connects him to your mouth snaps and dribbles down your chin, down to your chest and tits and onto his dress pants.

Jungkook is quick in removing his shirt from his back and throwing it to join the rest of both your discarded clothes before lifting you off the ground and placing you onto the desk behind him with your legs dangling off the desk while the rest of you lay back on the wood which is a cool contrast to your own temperature. He kisses you lewdly one more time causing you to repeatedly moan loudly into the kiss, every sound being devoured by his demanding mouth. A hand grips your hips and another finds your chest and trails its way up until you feel it wrap around your throat, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head and mind searing.

A deep, steady inhale from Jungkook brings you back to reality, feeling him release your throat from his grip and begin their travel again, ghosting over the valley between your tits, barely touching your skin before tracing them over your nipples.

He squeezes one of your breasts, watching as the bud beneath his hand stiffens in his hold, sending a wave of pleasure to you. Rolling the bud in his skilled fingers, you throw your head back and open your mouth in a silent whimper for him. Jungkook continues to roll, pinch, and pull on the bud before making his way to the other, making sure to give it the same pleasure.

“It’s my turn to show you just how appreciative I am of you, little swan.”

You aren’t given any time to respond before Jungkook peels your thighs apart and places one of your heels on the desk whilst the other is thrown over his shoulder. He presses down on each thigh to keep you still and kneels down, levelling your pussy. His dark eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, admiring the way your body reacts to every move he makes.

Gathering a glob of spit in his mouth, Jungkook pulls your underwear to the side and parts your pussy with his index and middle fingers, letting the saliva drip out his mouth with no rush and watches as it spreads across your sticky cunt and his fingers.

He runs the wet fingers up and down your pussy, making you squirm underneath him. He is slow and calculated with his movements, brushing his thumb against your clit, making sure to clamp down on the swollen bundle before sliding both fingers in with little friction, just to watch your body jolt in response.

Wordlessly, Jungkook starts a fast rhythm of pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy over and over again; twisting it once his knuckles reach your entrance as you buck your hips for more.

Jungkook dips his head down and licks and nips a line from your navel south to your cunt. His greedy mouth flattens the muscle and licks down up the mess he created through the length of your pussy with enthusiastic and unrestrained fervour, watching your eyes flutter shut, back arching as you bite on your knuckles to keep quiet.

He opens up your folds and sucks on your clit harshly, bringing waves of pleasure to wash over you. His tongue merely sucks and swallows every dribble of your released juices as he coaxes you towards your high in record time. His tongue finds your clit, softly swirling around the sensitive little bud. The taste of you is sweet like honey but Jungkook believes the sounds you make are even sweeter.

“Oh, fuck, b-baby,” you mumble, pleasure taking over every part of your body. “So good with your tongue.”

You feel Jungkook grin against your pussy as his hand gripping your thigh tightens and his tongue picks up the pace as he presses closer into you. Your words are rewarded with quick flicks and sucks to your clit causing your back to arch completely off the desk.

“Gotta stretch your tiny pussy open if you want me,” Jungkook goads.

Going back straight to work, Jungkook’s focus falls solely on your pussy as he buries his face in your cunt and laps at your slick again and again, riling you up towards your orgasm. The way his name keeps slipping through your teeth is music to Jungkook’s ears causing him to unconsciously keep your hips against the desk and pull you closer to him so there is no escape from his ministrations.

Increasing the pace, both of you can hear the sounds of your pussy squelching from his fingers and he ponders the thought of just how pornographic it all is. You can feel a ghosting smirk on his lips as you keen at the pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you near your high. Little whimpers leave your mouth without a care, and you know that if there are to be any of Jungkook’s servicemen outside the room, they would be able to hear every fine detail going on in this room.

The melodic sounds falling from your lips made Jungkook’s heart flutter, spurring him on to consume you fully. He hums his praise straight into your wet slick, drinking everything you give to him. Your breathing is jagged and your fingers find his hair, blindly tugging at the roots in a silent plea for more.

He sinks his fingers into you again and this time you let the scream that has been harbouring out, not caring at all about who is about. He doesn’t stop this time, fucking you with his fingers until your body is numb from everything but euphoria as your climax leaves your breathing ragged.

“You’re so perfect, and all mine,” he whispers into your pussy, devouring every little part of you. “I can’t wait to show you off to the world.”

Jungkook never stops working you through it, mouthing at your clit, pushing his tongue further into your pussy to swallow every last drop of your produce. The fist in his hair clamps down with force and he groans, doing nothing to stop you. Your mouth is open, an endless stream of cries escaping until your hips fall limp on the desk with ragged breaths and trembling legs.

Eventually, Jungkook stills his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and closes his eyes, concentrating on the way your pussy clenches around his fingers rapidly. Tighter and tighter you clench around him, feeling like a knot in a rope that is being pulled from both ends and on its way to unravelling just for him.

Before long, he withdraws his fingers slowly as you hiss at the emptiness created. He holds his fingers in the air and you lift your head to see his digits glisten under the lights.

“You’re such a messy girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, spreading his fingers so you can see the strings of slick sticking between them, a clear substance connecting the appendages. Jungkook's lips wrap around one of the coated digits and moans appreciatively. “Always taste the sweetest, little swan,” he moans. “Wanna taste?”

You nod your head and open your mouth for Jungkook to feed you his other finger. Your lips wrap around him and you suck diligently for your husband as you clean them off carefully, your tongue circling and lapping up at the taste of your own mess creating a filthy wet sound resounding as you do.

A long, loud whimper is played for you from deep within Jungkook’s chest as he watches you suck on his finger. His eyes are full of lust and hunger. Removing himself from your mouth, Jungkook’s hand finds your throat and wraps around, bringing himself closer to you so he can claim your lips once more in a rough and possessive kiss, biting your bottom lip and pushing his tongue into you fully. This is the side you love about Jungkook. Strong. Assertive. Commanding. Exactly the traits he’ll bring to his presidency.

“Open.”

You open your mouth on command as Jungkook leans over the top of you once more and spits right into the back of your throat, watching as you swallow it down without a fuss, making sure to let your tongue hang open to show that you’ve taken it all.

“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Jungkook says softly. “Come here, turn around for me,” he tells you as he taps your thigh twice.

You kick off your heels and turn around, feeling Jungkook clutch at your shoulder and shoving your upper body down onto the desk. He is quick to remove you from your underwear, pick up a leg and place it on the desk before positioning himself behind you. You adjust yourself onto your elbows, readying yourself for him to sink in.

A low gasp leaves your lips as he presses himself against you and guides the blunt head of his cock through your folds, wetting it in your arousal. Jungkook thrusts unhurriedly through your slick, making sure to take his time to rile you up.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg.

A deep laugh comes from behind you as he resumes gliding his length in and out of your slit to coat himself. Your hips roll back towards Jungkook automatically in an attempt and hope that he would slip inside to relieve you from the growing tension in your body. But it never happens. He just pulls further away from you with a disapproving sigh before pressing the tip of his length back through your folds and leaving you frustrated both physically and emotionally.

Over and over again he does this until the leg that is on the floor that is keeping your weight centred is shaking and your forearms are straining as they fight to keep you upright.

“Be a good girl and tell me what it is you want?”

You open your mouth to give him an answer but before you have the chance, Jungkook slaps your clit with his cock and you stutter and fumble all over your words. You squirm restlessly and eventually your arms admit defeat and give out causing your chest to collide with the desk.

“I can’t hear you, little swan.”

“P-please Jungkook, I want you,” you wail, tears gathering at your lashes the more frustrated you become. “I want you to fuck me, Mr President.”

The use of his new title seems to be the key to grant you exactly what you need. With a snap of his hips, Jungkook buries his cock into you with an erotic moan, feeling the way you suck him in full to the brim and clench around him.

Your vision blurs, mouth wide open in a silent cry as he stills inside of you, feeling the head of his cock press against the furthest part of you. Your arousal only flows further and coats both Jungkook’s cock and your inner thighs in a sticky gleam as he drags himself from you in a record slow pace, making sure you feel every inch of him.

“Shit, you’re such a needy girl aren’t you little swan. You want my cock, is that it?” You whimper softly at the look he gives you — a look of hunger like he is getting ready to devour every single part of you.

Within a matter of seconds, Jungkook pushes back into your pussy, his hands finding each side of your waist and pulls you further back onto him. His thrusts are quick and precise, you feel like your insides are being rearranged and nothing has felt better.

Everything about the way Jungkook fucks you feels so good. His cock is rubbing against your cervix in the most pleasurable ways with each thrust that is delivered. The desk below you creaks from the weight being ploughed into it and you laugh as you watch the contents on the tabletop fall to the ground from his thrusts.

You find yourself laying flat against the surface, mouth open and drooling from the onslaught brought to your pussy from the man behind you. Each time he would slam into you, a wail of ecstasy at the feeling of fullness and the way he stroked your velvety walls with each thrust fills the open air.

Jungkook's hands slithers down to your sides and tugs both of your wrists behind your back. He holds them clamped one on top of the other, securely locked in one of his own as he picks up the pace. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of your ass as it bounces with the force of his thrusts, raising his other hand and slapping the flesh on either side. You give an experimental clench around his dick once more and hear him mewl from behind you.

Jungkook pulls out until just his tip is nestled into you before sinking back into you going as deep as he possibly can. You let out a small shriek at the motion as he pulls himself back out of your quivering hole and pushes back in, in another fluid motion.

“Fuck, let me see you,” Jungkook grunts into your ear.

Your brow furrows as he twists your body around in his hands, your mouth dropping open as he sits you on the desk with your legs spread apart, giving him plenty of space to step in between and sink back into you. He is fast enough to catch you in another kiss, rough and hard as his hips regain their ruthless pace with only one thought in his mind — you sobbing his name, clenching around him with everything you have, your slick coating you both as you cry over and over, trembling.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” a strangled scream rips through you, eyes shutting tight and pushing the tears from the corner of your eyes down the sides of your face.

The sounds of his grunts fill the space around you both as he begins picking up the pace, watching the way your tits bounce with the impact. You wrap your legs around Jungkook and lock your ankles together to pull him closer to you as he balances his hands on the desk on either side of you.

You feel his lips on yours again as he continues to fuck you, hungry for every taste of you as his hand grips your hip with a little more force. You groan into the kiss, reaching up to lay your hand on the nape of his neck, only to have the groan turn to a whimper when he nibbles at your bottom lip.

“Let go little swan, give me all of you.”

Jungkook looks like some sort of god as he hovers over you, pleasuring you in the only way that he knows how; drawing sounds from you that you never thought you would make so publicly with the knowledge of people just outside the door. Yet, he drinks in your melody of noises, both of your heads spinning in euphoria as you both listen to the sounds of skin on skin resounding in the small office space. His name on your lips sounding like the most beautiful thing he has ever heard as you cry it out in pleasure.

Your walls clamp around his cock as he stills inside of you after a particular hard rut. Your mouth opens in pleasure, and legs tremble around Jungkook as your orgasm overtakes you and you spill your juices all over his dick. Jungkooks head dips down and presses his lips into the hollow of your throat and nips the skin harshly as he continues to thrust over and over into your oversensitive pussy. His eyes catch his cock dragging out of you covered in white, watching as it spreads across your thighs and the desk below you.

“O-oh, shit, _____.” The sight itself is enough to make Jungkook still entirely as he finally comes without warning, spilling inside of you with his hips pressed firmly against yours. He whimpers as his cock twitches and he captures your lips with his again as his hips give little thrusts through the aftershocks of his euphoria, a never ending stream of his cum being pushed inside you.

Your lips still pressed together, you both hiss as you are both overcome with sensitivity, tears of euphoric pleasure staining both of your faces.

Slowly, your body grows lax and you can feel Jungkook start to pull himself out from you before grabbing at the handkerchief inside his suit jacket pocket and using that to wipe himself clean. He makes his way to you and watches as his cum seeps from out of your pussy and joins the mess that you made on the desk earlier. He giggles softly and begins to clean you up. Jungkook leans in and kisses you sweetly this time, his hand coming up to your face and runs it across the highest point of your cheeks to wipe away the tear stains left on your face. Gentle fingers brush away the hair from your face before he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead that you return with a kiss to his chest.

A small knock on the door breaks you both out of the momentary bliss you have entered as you both scramble to pick up your clothes that had been haphazardly thrown around the office.

“Who is it?” You ask, trying everything in your power to suppress the giggle threatening to leave your mouth.

“Um, this is Vice President Kim Seokjin.” There is an awkward pause for a moment as you and Jungkook stare at each other wide eyed, trying hard not to burst into laughter. “We are waiting for President Jungkook to make out and make his public speech…”

At this, both you and Jungkook subsequently let out fits of giggles as you both remember that after the election there is always the first public speech to be made by the elected president and his first lady.

It is about to become painfully obvious to the whole world what went down in this room and there is no way either of you were about to live this down.

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