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arminsumi · 3 months

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♡ 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

Pairings : fem reader / bully!Gojo Satoru / bully!Geto Suguru

Synopsis : college boy Satoru bullying you around with his best friend

Warnings : bullying kink, degradation, dacryphilia, dirty talk, bl*wjob, p*ssyjob, semi-public s*x, rough s*x, perv behaviors, namecalling (wh*re, sl*t, b*tch), getting caught, threesome, +++

Bully!Gojo who asks Suguru to trip you down the corridors as you walk past them, so that you can fall right into his arms.

"Oopsie..." Suguru says, grinning like a jackass and sticking his leg out. Your face plants into the muscular chest of that white-haired freak, and then he pulls out one of his awful pick-up lines on you; "Fallin' for me, sweetheart? I knew you would eventually." he blatantly stares straight down at your cleavage. "What!" you give them a repulsed look and pull back. Your reaction elicits giggles from your two bullies, and they check out your ass as you walk away in a fit of anger. "... I'd give her backshots 'till dawn." Satoru says, and Suguru shakes his head at his best friend, "You're insane." he says, but Satoru says, "She looks like she needs to get fucked hard."

Bully!Gojo who grumbles and folds his arms, sat in the principle's office after pulling a water-dumping stunt on you just to see your nipples go hard.

He glares at his spiralbound notebook. Instead of writing an apology letter like the principle instructed him to do within an hour, he ends up writing your name over and over and drawing hearts around it, filling the page with little doodles of you as if he's some obsessed high school boy.

Bully!Gojo who loves the squeaks he elicits out of you when he slams and pins you against the wall.

"I bet you get so wet for me when I do this." he taunts, whispering lowly into your ear. "No I don't!" you lie, glaring up at him. He arches his back and bends his knees to level himself with your face, "Liar." he says, lips grazing your cheek. "F—feel for yourself, freak. You'll see I'm not wet..." you bluff. He arches a brow and dips his fingers between your thighs, making you gasp as he presses against your hole through your panties. He just grins, backs away, cockily lifts his chin, and leaves you standing there embarrassed.

Bully!Gojo who muffles your moans on his big hand while caging you with his body in the cramped closet at a college party.

He grinds his crotch against you, making you aware of the size difference between your bodies as his big, heavy cock divides your tiny pussy lips. "I know you need me, baby." he lowers his voice, cautious about getting caught with you in here, "Just say the word and I'll take you to heaven, I promise." he murmurs almost romantically, but before he can fully cast his spell over you, your classmate Nanami Kento draws back the closet door. "Wow. We're at a party, what's wrong with you two?" he scolds. Satoru chuckles guiltily while you just crumble in embarrassment, "Out, out! Stop fucking in my damn closet...!"

Bully!Gojo who loves it when you try to retaliate by spitting on his uniform. It gives him a brilliant idea for the next time you visit his dorm room for a class project.

"Spit on it. Make it sloppier. Good... now choke on me." he shoves your head down on his cock, big hand firmly holding the back of your hair. He makes you take as much of his meaty cock as your tiny mouth can handle. He groans and cums so hard after just a few shallow thrusts into your mouth. "Hey, don't let it fucking spill out, you whore. I want to see you swallowing every. fucking. drop." and damn, his cum is so thick and so much that you nearly choke on it. But that just makes his ego swell.

Bully!Gojo who stalks you like a cat in school, following you down corridors, cornering you in quiet classrooms, getting up in your face.

He doesn't let you breathe, he always closes the spaces and gaps between you and him. He'll be chewing you out for something, calling you a dumb slut while grazing his lips over yours. Arguments always lead to him growling "Shut up..." before slamming his lips onto yours. And when Satoru kisses you? He starts moaning real quick, something about you just makes him weak. Next thing you know, his fingertips are rising up your thighs and daring under your skirt, and your fingers are exploring under his shirt, feeling over his muscles.

Bully!Gojo who fingers you into ecstasy... in the middle of class.

He'll sit himself next to you, and you'll squirm uncomfortably under the scowls you receive from jealous girls. Thirty minutes into the lecture, you whisper-shout under your breath, "Satoru, you're embarrassing me!" and he murmurs back, "No, baby, you're embarrassing yourself with how fucking wet you are. Just listen to that pussy..." he goes harder, the sounds get louder and you can hardly think with how his fingers rub in and out of you. Satoru makes you orgasm on his fingers right there, grinning like a bastard at the feeling. You bet he taunts you afterwards, "I can't believe how slutty you are... you'd be a slutty girlfriend, huh?"

Bully!Gojo who has Suguru apologizing on his behalf all the time.

"I'm so sorry... I swear Satoru's not usually this much of a menace. He's just got a thing for you, haha..." it hurts his lil' heart to see you getting pushed around... sike. Lots of Gojo's gutsy plans originate from his nasty best friend. Satoru can only come up with the most basic shit; stealing your lunch, tickling your back, pinning you to the wall, bluffing how he'll "ruin your life". But Suguru? He's the one with the good ideas; dumping water on you from the balcony to see your cloths sticking to your body, persuading explicit pics out of you, and smirkingly staring at them with a wide-eyed Satoru... who thanks him.

Bully!Gojo who's got the most foul, nasty dirty talk.

"I'm gonna cum, don't stop!" you squeal in the backseat of his car, feeling him pound into you from the back. "Of course you are..." he humiliates you, pounding you harder and harder into your orgasm, "... tell me you're my little whore." he grunts. "I'm your whore!" you squeal, "Again..." he smiles sadistically, "I'm your whooore!" you reply weakly. He pulls you to his chest and grinds deeper inside, "Yeah that's right. You're just my little cock whore."

Bully!Gojo who gets off to you crying.

Tears streak your cheeks and your body shakes; trying to adjust to his size is impossible. He's always too deep, too thick, stretching you out and fucking up your guts like a pornstar. "Aw, can't take it? What a fucking crybaby." Satoru groans, slapping his hips into you back and forth like an animal. He hears you sniffling and moaning for more, "Keep crying; it's gonna make me cum so hard..."

Bully!Gojo who bets your pussy on a basketball game with Suguru and makes you sit and watch.

"Aw... princess, 'guess it's a draw. You don't mind if we share you, right? After all, sharing is caring. And we all care about each other, don't we?" Satoru smiles. They're sweaty and exhausted, but still have enough stamina in them to pound you. "Come on, show Suguru how sweet your holes feel."

Bully!Gojo and bully!Geto who literally bully their cocks into your pussy one after another, taking turns and telling you how good you feel and how good of a slut you are for them.

"Whose do you like better...?" Suguru asks, but you're too dumbed out, "I dunno! Both!" you squeal. He gives you a dangerous smile, "Aw... well, let's go another round and see." he says, making Satoru laugh, "Oh, I don't think she can handle another round. She's too weak."

Suguru just pushes your legs back, slides too deep inside, and coos, "You're right, Satoru. She takes cock like a bitch... we should train her into the perfect cockslut. Aw, look... she's smiling."

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bucks-babe · 5 months

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Friends Don't Lie

Paring: Bucky x f!reader

Summary: Wanting to know if your crush likes you, you go to Bucky for help, the only problem is, Bucky is your crush

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, Smut (oral f receiving, p in v), unprotected sex (don’t do that), friends to lovers, crying, praise kink, soft!Bucky is a warning, Roommate!Bucky, Bucky calls reader kid just to piss her off for a bit but not when they’re doing the thang thang, no actual age gap though, no use of Y/N

Word count: Over 5k Idk what happened

A/N: This is my first ever fic so please go easy on me. If I missed any warnings, please let me know. Any and all mistakes are my own

Sighing, you walk into the apartment you share with Bucky. He’s sitting on the couch sporting his signature grumpy frown. Your heart beats that much faster when you lay your eyes on him. Honestly, you don’t know how he looks that hot with just a black t-shirt and jeans on.

“Hey, what’s got your panties in a twist, Buck,” you chime as you plop down onto the couch next to him, now noticing the bottle of whiskey in his hands. He only glances at you before taking another swig of his whiskey.

“My panties aren’t in a twist, kid,” he huffs.

You cringe at the nickname he gave you. In all reality, you were only 3 years younger than him, but he knows how much you hate being called kid. In true Bucky fashion, he calls you kid all the time, just to get under your skin. “Really, then why are you drinking at,” you check your phone for the time before cocking your eyebrow, “2 o’clock in the afternoon?”

He completely ignores your question so you press on. “Well since you aren’t doing anything, I need your help.”

This seems to catch his attention just a little, “With what?”

“Well…” you trail off only to continue when you catch his eye, “I need some relationship advice and I can’t go to Sam about it because he is the worst.”

“I’m supposed to be good at relationship advice? I’m not the right person to come to, kid.” He replies, seemingly even more annoyed than he was before you walked into the apartment, and takes another swig out of his bottle.

You snatch the bottle out of his hand (ignoring Bucky’s Hey! That’s mine!) and take a swallow, “You know how much I hate being called kid, Buck. But yes, I need relationship advice”

“Why can’t you go to Sam about this; he seems to think that he is an expert at everything?” he practically whines as he rolls his eyes and leans back into the couch, spreading his legs and giving you a great view of his thick thighs in those jeans.

“Because, Buck, Sam will just make fun of me, and I know for a fact he cant help me with this.” To be fair to Sam, he would probably give you good advice, but he would make fun of you for your crush on Bucky.

“And I won’t?” Bucky scoffs before taking the bottle back from your hands.

“Well, you would make fun of me, but Sam would never let me live it down, okay,” you can already feel your cheeks starting to heat up and regret seeping into your pores for talking to the very person you want to be in a relationship with about relationship advice.

“I think I already know who you need the advice about, don’t I,” Bucky turns his head toward you and cocks an eyebrow.

“What!” It feels like ice is coursing throughout your entire body. There is no way that he knows you're talking about him. “Uh… wh-who do you think I’m talking about?” Nice save, dipshit. You are mentally punching yourself in the face.

He takes one final gulp of his whiskey, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm, and sets the bottle on the coffee table, “I’m pretty sure I know who you have feelings for. The question is, do you really think you have a chance?” Oh my God - he knows and this is his fucking warning to walk away. Pretend like this never happened and leave - now

“Who-who do you think I’m talking about.” Wow, nice save. Always repeat the question, it never makes you look more suspicious. If he wasn’t onto you already, he sure as hell knows now.

“It’s rather obvious, don’t you think?” God you hope not, “Let me guess, Rogers?”Huh? an amused, little smirk appears on his face, blue eyes waiting for your reaction.

“St-Steve?!” Okay, not where you thought this was going but at least he doesn’t know you like him.

“You’re blushing,” he puts an arm over the back of the couch and crosses one leg over the other, “and stuttering. Seems like I was right, huh?” that stupid, gorgeous smirk is still on his lips.

“No! I do not have a crush on Steve Rogers! Ew, no. Why would you even think that, Buck?” Maybe you shouldn’t have had such a visceral reaction to him thinking you liked Steve, but you’ve never seen Steve as anything other than a great friend; however, once you started talking, you couldn’t stop. “I do like someone, Buck, but the thing is… well I don’t know how to tell if they like me back. I mean, every relationship I’ve been in has been so…so superficial. I would like them, but I don’t think they ever liked me, you know? It was always about the sex and what I could give them.” Shut up Shut up “This is why I need your help. I’ve never had someone like me for me and I don’t know how to tell if what I feel for this guy, who is most definitely not Steve, is reciprocated.” Why are you still talking?!

“Calm down, kid,” Bucky’s hands on your shoulders cut you off from your rant. The smirk is gone from his face, replaced with a look that is slightly less grumpy looking than his normal face. “It’s only me, remember? I’m sure whoever this guy is, he likes you for who you are, kid.” He once again leans back against the couch.

Your scoff brings the smirk back to his face, which is now more annoying than pretty.

“You know what, I think I’m just going to go to bed.” As you go to get up from the couch, Bucky grabs your wrist and pulls you back next to him, much closer than you were before.

“Who is it, kid? I can help you, only if you tell me who it is.” It feels like he is staring into your soul, like he can see right through you and you hate it. Fear bubbles up inside of you.

“Why do you need to know who the guy is, huh? I need advice and you said you would help me.” He’s getting too close to the truth; if he keeps pressing the matter, he’s going to find out that it's him you like, and that will not end well. You can feel the heat coming off of his body just like his stare is heating your cheeks.

“Kid, just tell me who it is you like and I can help.” He leans forward in his seat and you can tell that he is getting pissed off. Maybe you're reading too much into the situation, but Bucky might be getting mad because he likes you? Impossible.

“Help how? Do you know who likes me?” Smooth

“I can tell you if this guy, who isn’t Steve, likes you, I just need a name first, kid.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest, making it very clear that he is not happy with how the conversation is going.

“Wait! You do know if someone likes me!” You’re desperately clutching at straws to keep his attention off of who you like, knowing that it’s fruitless.

“Yeah, I do. But right now I don’t care because you still won’t tell me who you like.” Bastard! That stupid, pretty smirk is back and he knows he won.

“I’ll make you a deal, you tell me who already likes me, and I’ll tell you who I like.”

“Deal.” Rolling his eyes, Bucky finally leans back and it feels like you can catch your breath again. “It’s Sam, he likes you, kid.” Bucky knows that he is lying through his teeth, but he is a great liar and this will get you to tell him who your crush is.

“Sam?” You can’t help the way your face falls or the disappointment in your voice. You knew it was a long shot, Bucky liking you that is, but he didn’t even bat an eyelash when telling you that Sam of all people liked you.

“Yep,” he pops the p. “Sammy boy likes you. Now, who do you like?” He can’t even pretend to care about throwing Sam under the bus or who he will now hate for the rest of time for taking his girl from him before he could make you his.

“Uh… it’s Sam. Yep…Sam. I like Sam, so this actually works out really great… thanks, Buck.” It sounds like a lie even to your own ears, let alone to Bucky’s.

“Come on, kid. Spit it out.” Somehow Bucky’s final braincells piece together your reaction. You like him. That is the only explanation as to why you won’t tell him who you like. “Kid, do you like me?”

You start to choke on your own spit and if you weren’t blushing before, you definitely are now. “Wh-wh-what? You? No!”

Bucky’s eyes light up just a fraction and his right hand cups your chin. “You like me, kid.” It’s not framed as a question, but rather a statement. Maybe it was the whiskey finally taking effect, but he tilts your head so you are looking directly at him and your breath hitches in your throat. “I like you, too.” It’s a whisper, but it pulls you out of your stupor.

You wheel back and jerk out of his grasp. “That’s not funny, asshole. Who said that I liked you?”

“Me.” Was his only response. “Didn’t you hear what I said, kid? I like you, too,” a chuckle left his lips.

“That is not funny, Buck. Don’t play with my feelings like that.” You don’t know why, but you feel tears begin to well up in your eyes. For a second, you thought that Bucky liked you back, but this was all some cruel joke. Of course Bucky was just messing with you.

“Hey, kid, look at me. Don’t cry.” The smirk on his face is gone, leaving only concern; this is worse, those pretty eyes looking at you with pity. “I wasn’t joking. I actually like you back, okay.” Guilt bubbles up in his chest when he sees tears fall down your cheeks. “Aw, sweets, you’re too pretty to cry.” He coos, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“What did you just call me?” The pet name seems to bring you back to the moment. You’ve never heard him call anyone sweets, and the name made you feel special inside.

“Huh?” Now it is Bucky’s turn to be confused.

“You called me sweets, not kid.” You tilted your head, feeling your heart rate pick up.

“Well, it would be a little weird if I called you kid when I do this.” His face was only centimeters away; you could feel his breath on your lips. He was waiting for you to give the all clear, a sign that this was okay. You were the first one to make a move, closing the gap between you two.

When your lips connected, you let out an involuntary moan; you’ve dreamed about kissing him and what he would taste like but nothing could compare to the real thing. He tasted of the whiskey he was sipping on and something distinctly Bucky that you couldn’t put your name on, but frankly you didn’t care when he was kissing you so good.

With his hands still on your jaw, he tilts your head to where he wants it, making you gasp. His tongue enters your mouth and now it’s his turn to moan. One of his hands falls down to your thigh and he pulls you into his lap, not breaking the kiss.

You were the first one to pull away, regrettingly, but you needed oxygen and as much as you wish you could breathe him in, it wasn’t possible to sustain life. You wrap your arms around his middle and bury yourself into his neck, and the arm around your thigh travels up to your waist, while his other hand goes to the back of your head.

“Hey, easy, sweets. I can barely breathe.” You can feel more than hear Bucky’s chuckle, but you only bury yourself deeper into his shoulder, feeling a sudden rush of emotions. Never in a million years did you think that Bucky would kiss you, or that you would be on his lap. “Are you okay, sweets? Come on, talk to me.” Bucky can feel how tense you are on top of him, and it makes him worry.

Once again, there are tears in your eyes. At this point, you don’t know if they ever went away, “I just never thought that you would like me, you know?” The hand on your head doesn’t try to pull you away, but rather massages where it lays.

“Well, I do, sweets, so you’re gonna have to get used to me. How about that?” You just nod into his shoulder and wiggle deeper into his embrace. Bucky lets out a low groan and the hand on your back drops down to your hip, holding you in place. “You’re gonna have to stop moving, sweets.” You can feel the hard bulge in his pants from you moving around, causing a giggle to leave your lips, the tears once again subsiding.

“Oh, you think this is funny, huh, kid?” He brings back the nickname just to tease you and you know it.

“Hey! I’m sitting on your dick right now, please don’t call me kid, Buck.” Bucky throws his head back and the most beautiful laugh leaves his mouth. He’s laughing so hard that you are slightly bouncing on his lap and your core hits the raised zipper of his pants. A whine leaves your lips while his laughter turns into a choked groan.

“Fuck, sweets, come here.” He pulls you back in for another kiss while he leans back into the couch. Involuntarily, your hips grind against his and he is swallowing your moans in his mouth.

You sit up a little and pull him up with you. Tugging at the bottom of his shirt causes him to break your kiss, “You want my shirt off, sweets?” You can only whine in response and tug on it again, but Bucky isn’t helping you take his shirt off until you speak.

“Please, Buck.” God you’re already out of breath and he’s only kissed you.

“That’s a good girl. See that wasn’t so hard was it?” Oh fuck. A high pitched moan leaves your throat at his praise. Bucky chuckles, he’s found your praise kink and he’s not going to let it go now.

He takes pity on you and takes his shirt off, but doesn’t give you time to ogle at his shirtless body before his hands are underneath your hoodie, warm palms running up and down your naked skin. “Can I take this off, pretty girl? Can I see my pretty baby, huh?” You nod your head so fast you make yourself slightly dizzy, but he makes no move to actually remove your top, waiting for you to speak.

“Yes, Bucky. I want you to take it off please.” A hum of approval leaves him as he takes your hoodie off.

“Fuck,” it comes out under his breath when he sees you in just your bra and pants. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. You know that? You know how pretty you are?” Fuck, you can’t do this. He’s saying the things you always wanted him to say to you, but now you don’t know how to handle it. He lays you down on the couch and you can feel the outline of his hard cock through both of your pants.

When his hand goes up you back to your bra, your brain goes into overdrive. “This isn’t just sex, right?” You need this to mean something to him too. It can’t just be sex; you can’t do just sex. It would break your heart.

Bucky chuckles a little before giving you a chaste kiss, clearly missing your desperation for it meaning something more. “Let me show you how much you mean to me, sweets? Let me make you feel good.” His hands are on your leggings, fingers in the waistband.

“You won’t leave me after, right? You’ll stay with me?” God, are you crying again? This might be your only chance to be with him and you’re blowing it! The crack in your voice gets his attention and his hands leave your bottoms to cup your face once again, thumbs wiping your tears.

“Hey, sweets, look at me?” You meet his eyes; they are filled with a softness you’ve never seen from him before. “Of course I won’t leave you. I just got you, and now you’re going to be stuck with me for a very long time, okay, sweet girl? You’re mine and I’m yours.” He rests his forehead on yours after kissing all of your tears away.

“You’re mine?”

“All yours, okay?” After you nod, he pulls you back up so you're sitting on his lap and holds you close to his chest. “How about we just calm down for a little bit, okay? I didn’t mean to push you too far, sweets.” He’s so perfect. How did you get him?

“No. I’m okay, it’s just that…well I don’t want you to leave me after you get what you want, Buck.” This is so unsexy; there is no way he is going to want to sleep with you now

“Look at me, sweets.” You look at him, “Good girl.” Fuck. “I want you. Not just your body. I want to take you out on dates and annoy all of our friends with how cute we look together. I want it all.” He’s looking into your eyes with such sincerity that it feels like you could break and all of your doubts leave your mind.

You grind your hips against his still hard cock, “Will you make love to me, Buck?”

He groans lowly before gaining his composure again, “Are you sure, sweet girl? We don’t have to do anything, you know that?” But you want to, so bad.

“I know and I’m sure I want you.” He’s looking into your soul; he never wants to hurt you. “Please?” It’s the doe eyes that break him and he picks you up and carries you to his room like you weigh nothing.

“I’m gonna make love to you, sweet girl. If you want me to stop, just say the word, okay? But I promise it won’t change how I feel about you.” He is looking into the depths of your soul, making sure this is what you want; there is nothing you want more in this moment than Bucky finally loving you.

Instead of a verbal response, you wrap both your arms and legs around him so his whole body is on top of yours on his bed and you kiss him again. You are surrounded by everything Bucky; his room smells so good that you want to spend forever in it with him.

Calloused palms slide up your back to meet the clasp on your bra and Bucky breaks the kiss, staring at your swollen lips before catching your eye, “Can I take this off, sweets?” Taking your bra off swiftly after he hears your breathly ‘yes,’ his hands find purchase on your ribs.

“Fuck,” his groan makes you attempt to close your legs to find some release, but his waist stops your legs from moving even an inch. “Your tits are absolutely gorgeous, you know that? God, sweets, do you feel how hard you make me? This is all for you.”

You arch your back, pushing your breasts further into his field of view, gasping when his right hand cups your breast, tweaking your nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Please, touch me, Buck!” You already sound cock drunk and he hasn’t even done anything to you, but you can’t find it in you to care.

Cocking his head to the side and chuckling, he whispers in your ear, “I am touching you, sweets.” That son of a bitch! “Where do you want me to touch you, huh?”

You grab his unoccupied hand and lead it down to your pants but he doesn’t budge, refusing to touch your clothed pussy. “Touch you where, sweet girl? I need words or I can’t please you.”

Cheeks heating up, you finally give up, just wanting him to touch you, pleasure you, anything. “My pussy, Bucky! Touch my pussy!”

“Atta girl. I knew you could do it.” How does he know all the right things to say?

He leaves a trail of kisses from your neck, to your chest, down your belly, until he reaches the hem of your leggings; looking up at you, waiting for your permission, “Take my pants off, please.”

Another wave of slick goes straight to your core when he whispers, “Such a good girl, using her words,” as he takes your pants off, leaving your panties on your core. Shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life.

Bucky’s thumb goes up and down over your pussy, slightly pushing down over your entrance, making your panties that much wetter, then sliding his thumb up to your clit. Your thighs unconsciously tighten around his head and hips jerk up when he does it again, and again, and again.

Breathy moans and gasps leave your lips before he gently pushes your thighs back with a small chuckle, and pushes your panties to the side, getting his first glance at the pussy he has been dreaming about.

“Such a pretty pussy to match the prettiest girl in the world, don’t you think?” He doesn’t wait for a response this time, instead his mouth latches onto your clit and the moan that leaves his mouth is almost louder than your own.

He can’t bring himself to pull away for a single moment, rather speaking into your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your entire core. A small huff leaves his lips when your thighs wrap around his head again; he’s going to make sure you stay put right where you are so he can keep licking your pussy until he is satisfied. He laces both of his hands with yours when you reach down toward him, because you need to be able to ground yourself.

So lost in your own pleasure, you almost don’t notice that Bucky is grinding against the bed, desperate for any type of friction, dick being the hardest that it has ever been. He’s sure that he could blow his load at any moment, but he wants this to be good for you, needs it to be good for you, so he is holding back with all his might, but fuck if he can’t stop moving his hips he won’t make it inside of you. And the sounds that are coming out of your mouth are making it almost impossible for him to do that.

Your thighs clamp around his head somehow even harder when you feel your orgasm approaching, effectively suffocating Bucky. He doesn’t care; he can breathe when you come on his tongue. You don’t even have time to announce that you’re going to cum before the strongest orgasm of your life rips through you. Bucky’s muffled moans are even more distant over the blood rushing through your ears, eyes finding purchase in the back of your head, you don’t know if you went silent because the orgasm knocked all the wind out of your, or if you are going to get a knock on the door from the police because they think you’ve been murdered.

When Bucky comes back up for air, the whole of his lower face is covered with your slick, and that gorgeous smirk is back on his face. “Thank you, sweet girl. That was amazing.” Did he cum, too? Please don’t tell me I missed seeing his face when he cums.

Seeing your dilemma, Bucky chuckles, “Don’t worry, sweets, my cock is still rock hard for you. Although, I did almost cum watching you. You have no idea how pretty you look when you cum.” You’re too fucked out to even be embarassed at how easily he can read you, or his knowledge of how much you want his cock.

While you're still coming down, Bucky finishes taking off your panties and the rest of his clothes. The moment he pulls his jeans and boxers down and his cock springs up, you gasp. You’ve never seen a prettier cock in all of your life: thick and long with a vein that you want to spend hours licking goes from base to tip, flush head partially covered by his foreskin, heavy and full balls that you know wouldn’t even be able to fit in your mouth rest at his base.

Your eyes never leave his cock as he climbs back into bed, salivating at the way it bobs as he walks and the precum dripping from his tip. “Can I suck your cock, Bucky, please?” Damn, you’ve never begged to suck a cock in your life.

Moaning at the way it twitches at your begging, you reach out for it but Bucky stops you.

“Next time, sweet girl, promise. I need to be inside of you right now and I won’t last if I let you do that, okay, sweets?” You whine in disappointment but nod nonetheless. You groan and wiggle your hips when he is finally on top of you again and you feel his cock slide up and down your pussy.

“Can I have it, Bucky? Can I have your cock?” Bucky looks like he is about to blow a fuse as he grips the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming.

“Sweet girl, you’re gonna have to stop saying things like that if you want this to last.” He is lining up with your entrance and you immediately shut your mouth. There will be another time to be a brat and tease him, but right now you need his dick.

“I’m ready, Bucky, I want it.” Your breath catches in your throat when his tip slides in, for all the staring you did a few minutes ago, you vastly underestimated how fucking big his dick was and now it feels like you’re being spilt in two - in the best way.

“Shit! Sweets, you’re so -fuck- you’re so tight. Choking my dick so good, baby fuck. Best pussy I’ve ever had and I’m only halfway in.” He’s mouthing at your neck while you're grabbing onto anything you can.

“Please, Bucky, more! Fuck, I want it.” You feel like you could cum again just at the sheer stretch of his cock inside of you, his deep groans spurring you on.

As he bottoms out inside of you, you feel the heavy weight of his balls against your ass, twitching wildly as he tries to stave off his own orgasm. “Oh god, you’re so fucking warm. Fuck, feels like I’m gonna blow before I even move. Shit!” Bucky is so pussy drunk he can’t even think straight, but fuck if you don’t love it.

“Please move, Bucky, please, I need you to fuck me, please!” You weren’t fairing much better, cock drunk out of your mind.

Bucky is scrambling against the sheets, trying to be closer to you somehow, as if having his impossibly thick length inside of you wasn’t enough, he wraps your legs around his waist as he starts to rut into you.

He is barely pulling out of you, not that you would let him go very far anyway with how tightly your legs are wrapped around him. “Pussy is so fucking good! I just wanna stay here forever, sweets. You want that to, fuck, huh? You want me to stay in this little pussy?”

Clawing at his back, you were a babbling mess, crying out for him, never having been in so much pleasure before. “Yes, Bucky, I want that so bad, yes.” Tears were welling up in your eyes from the sheer amount of pleasure that you were receiving from Bucky.

Rutting into you faster, his hand slid between your bodies and thumb rubbing your clit in fast circles, Bucky’s calm demeanor was gone, now he was begging for you to cum with him.

“Come on, sweets. I need -fuck- I need you to cum for me. I need to feel your little pussy cum on my cock.” His balls were slapping against your ass, making a vulgar sound, as they were covered in your slick that had trailed out of your pussy.

“Can feel you clenching around me, pretty girl.”

“Need you to cum first, please.”

“Want you to soak my cock.”

“Be my good girl and cum.”

Maybe it was the good girl, but the second orgasm that tore through your body was even better than the first and the clenching of your pussy sent Bucky over the end, into his own orgasm.

“Fuck, sweet girl, I’m gonna cum for you. I got so much fucking cum and it’s all for you. Shit, I’m cumming!” You felt his cock twitch once, twice, and balls pull up before his cum was coating the inside of your pussy.

After you both came down from your highs, Bucky slowly pulled out, catching the wince that left you at the emptiness of your cunt. “Sweet girl, I’m going to get a cloth to clean you with and some water, but I’ll be right back, okay?” Bucky wanted to make sure that you knew that he was coming back, that he wasn’t like all of those other assholes who didn’t treat you right.

Your faint ‘okay’ was the green light for Bucky to dash to the bathroom to clean himself up, get a rag for you, and then head to the kitchen to get a glass of water for you. He paid special attention when wiping you clean, not wanting to overstimulate you after having multiple orgasms.

He helped you sip your water before covering you both up and holding you close to his chest. Never in your life had you felt so safe and loved than you did at this moment, wrapped up in Bucky’s arms, confident that he would stay with you even after having sex with you.

“You know that I love you, right, sweet girl? And I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered into your hair.

“I do now. And I love you, too, Buck.”

After a little while, you raise yourself on his chest a little so you can look into his eyes, “Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah, sweets?” No one has ever looked at me with so much love.

“Does Sam actually have a crush on me?” Bucky throws his head back into the pillows with an exaggerated groan while you try to muffle your giggles. For once, you actually have what you’ve always wanted.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #sebastian stan x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #smut #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader

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harunayuuka2060 · 3 months

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Cater: Idia-chan~.

Idia: Shit.

Idia: Wh-What is it?

Cater: Have you ever seen MC get mad about something?

Idia: No. They're pretty calm about things. Why do you ask?

Cater: Don't you want to make them jealous?

Idia: Are you serious? No.

Cater: Aw come on~! It's normal for couples to have a fight or two!

Idia: Are you kidding me? That's BS. And don't think I don't even know what you're trying to do here, you Trey and MC shipper.

Cater: Oh. So you're aware.

Idia: ...

Idia: Ah.

Idia: ...

Idia: Do you want to see them get mad?

Cater: Yes~

Idia: I will report you. I'd tell them that you're harassing me.

Cater: I- No! I was just joking! T~T

Riddle: Would you be mad if ever Idia-senpai found someone else?

MC: ...

MC: I don't think I quite understand your question, Riddle.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: Let me rephrase it. When Idia-senpai finds someone he truly loves, would you be mad about it?

MC: ...

MC: *smiles* Of course not. I will respect Idia's wishes if ever it comes to that.

Riddle: ...Wow. No wonder Ortho is very supportive of you two.

Riddle: But then, is there anything that can make you angry?

MC: Hmm... I couldn't think of anything.

Riddle: *chuckles* It's fine if there isn't any.

MC: Idia, why are you playing with my face?

Idia: I'm trying to see what you will look like when you're angry.

MC: ?

MC: Why?

Idia: That's what everyone is curious about.

MC: Oh.

MC: ...

MC: You could tell that I barely show my anger to anyone.

Idia: ...

Idia: You can hide that you're angry?

MC: I suppose?

Idia: ...

Idia: When I'm inconveniencing you, please tell me. Don't keep it to yourself.

MC: *nods* *smiles* Okay. I'll be always honest with you, Idia.

Idia: ...

Idia: *blushes a little*

Idia: ...

Idia: Let's sleep now. We still have classes tomorrow.

MC: Okay.

Ortho: ...

Ortho: Brother, you're developing romantic feelings for MC, right?

Idia: *almost dropped his game console*

Idia: Wh-What are you saying?

Ortho: *giggles*

Ortho: I checked your vitals.

Idia: ...

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst idia #twst ortho #twst cater #twst riddle #twst moderate mc

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buckys-wintersoldier · 5 days

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His Angel | Bucky Barnes

Co-Written with @imtryingbuck

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -> Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Angel!Female!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Experiment for Hydra but his Angel for Bucky.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (T) mention of violence and guns, panic attack, fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 883

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 -> ignore if recs are closed :3 maybe angel!reader helping bucky thru a panic attack? like he thinks when he dies hes gonna suffer in hell for the stuff the winter soldier did and we calm him down and help him? u can add smut if u want but u dont have to !! @dethspllz

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for the request. Since @bucks-babe got the same request it’s linked here “My guardian, my angel, my love” which is such a wonderful oneshot and highly recommend!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

An Angel.

An Angel they called you, it wasn’t necessary for the wings that were attached to your back but because you had the ability to calm everything including the deadliest of storms just by your presence. You were the sweetest and most softest person they had ever met.

For three years you had been a member of the team after they had found you trapped in a high ceiling cell. You heard the gun fire and grew scared, extending your wings you flew up in hopes the vibranium chain would finally break apart and you would be able to grab ahold of the metal bars on the ceiling. For several years you had been trapped, used and abused by the members of Hydra they had put you in a cell with a hole in the ceiling, tormenting you with your freedom right there, just out of reach. The more you flapped your wings sheer desperation and fear the floor began being covered in white soft feathers.

By the time they found you, you was backed in the corner with your knees pulled up to your chest and your nearly bare wings around your shaking frame. They were shocked by the amount of feathers littering the floor. The way your voice shook when you begged them not to hurt you had their hearts aching.

From the moment they freed you from the chains you became apart of their family.

Natasha noticed you no longer hid your wings from anyone - had been to scared to show them to anyone that wasn’t your family - they were always out and you were now free from the pain in your back from keeping them in all the time.

Sam noticed how much your smile would take up your whole entire face when he asked you if you wanted to fly with him. Both of you taking off into the air, your eyes bright, your laughter filling the sky as you both flew around.

Steve noticed how your wings would get fluffier in the winter and in the summer there would be trail of feathers wherever you went.

Wanda noticed the way your wings would flutter whenever a certain brunette super soldier was around. She had asked you if you had feelings for Bucky, quickly dropping the subject when she saw the tears in your eyes and when your wings folded themselves inwards.

But it was Bucky that noticed the change in colour of your wings. “Doll…”

“Yes?”

“You’re… they… wow” you frowned at him, looking at them feeling completely confused about his reaction. It wasn’t the first time he had seen them so you had no idea why he was reacting the way he was.

“Wh-what’s wrong with them?”

“They’re turning gold…”

You turned around, and your mouth dropped open when you saw the slight gold glittering on your wings. It looked gorgeous, the way the feathers were glistening in the light of the sun. Bucky looked just as impressed as you did. He took a step closer, reaching out his hand to slide his fingers with a soft, smooth movement over the feathers of your wings.

“It looks pretty; I mean, you never looked pretty,” Bucky stuttered and smirked softly.

Your wings never changed color, but with every movement of Bucky’s fingers over the feathers and his other hand, which was touching your arm slightly, they changed even more into the gold glitter.

“T—Thank you. It never changed the colors before,” you said, turning to face Bucky.

He smirked at you, feeling goosebumps underneath his fingers. Bucky caressed your skin softly, admiring the gold in your wings.

“Doll, I—I love you,” he mumbled, looking into your eyes. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his neck to pull him closer. Your lips were only inches away from yours, and you could feel his breath on them, smiling softly.

“I love you too, Bucky.”

He smiled, then his expression turned serious again, and his body started to tremble. Bucky let himself fall down on the bed behind him, his hands running through his soft brown hair when he looked at you. You were walking closer, kneeling in front of him, your arms resting on his thighs while your hands grasped his hands and you stroked his soft skin slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re so beautiful, and you love me. B—But you shouldn’t. I don’t deserve your love,” he said, tears building in his eyes and falling down his cheeks.

“Buck, don’t say that. You deserve so much love. The winter soldier did things that weren’t the greatest, but you— you're Bucky, a wonderful man who is sometimes a bit confused,” you said, giggling softly.

Bucky’s heart warmed when you said that and when your sweet laugh echoed through the room. He breathed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment, when he suddenly felt your soft wings around him. With a soft grin on his lips, he opened his eyes, looking directly into yours, and leaned closer to kiss you gently.

There he was — home with you. Your closeness, your touches, and your skin always feel like home, and when you laugh or talk, he is sure there is nothing that could sound better than that. You’re his pretty doll.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @kandis-mom @sergeantbarnessdoll @identity2212 @km-ffluv @lunaalovesyouu @blackhawkfanatic @armystay89 @suz7days @etherealdisneyvillainness @pono-pura-vida @randomawesomeperson102 @rogersbarber @sebastianstanisahotmf @bucky-barnes-lover @felicitylemon @cjand10 @bookishtheaterlover7 @lives-in-midgard @casa-boiardi @futurequeen2018-blog @flstrawberry @capsbestgirl77 @nervouseden @jiyascepter @princesscore-angel

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destinedfordiaperstories · 1 month

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Sammy's Little Problem, Chapter 19

“Wake up, Sammy! They finished installing everything, it’s just us again!”

Sammy stirred sluggishly, not wanting to wake up.

“C’mon, let’s get you up, your diaper is about to burst,” Allie says, picking Sammy up, “let’s take your new changing table for a test drive.”

Sammy didn’t respond, perfectly happy to let Allie do the work of carrying her, even if it made her feel little. She wasn’t excited to see her new nursery, but she was too tired to fight Allie. She just wanted to get out her diaper. It was cold and uncomfortable.

“Here we are, Sammy!”

The room looked exactly how Sammy expected a toddler’s room to look. Except it wasn’t for a toddler—it was for her.

“But Allie, you said I wouldn’t have a crib!” Sammy whined, immediately noticing the bars surrounding the bed.

“It’s not a crib, I promise! Look at the bars, Sammy! If you really wanted to, you could climb over them. Cribs are designed to keep babies safely inside, so this isn’t a crib!”

“But why do I need bars at all?”

“It’s just to keep you from falling out as you sleep, nothing more. I’m sure you won’t even notice them.”

“Hphmf,” Sammy huffs.

Sammy feels herself carried inside the room before she’s gently placed on the changing table.

“How’s this, much better than the ground, huh?” Allie prods cheerfully, “isn’t it comfortable?”

“I guess,” Sammy concedes, unwilling to admit how comfortable it was.

“Rockets or astronauts?” Allie asks, holding up two diapers.

“Rockets.”

“Don’t be a pouty pants, Sammy! Or does some need a…” Allie says cryptically, “tickle fight!” Allie starts tickling Sammy’s tummy, laughing as she does.

Sammy does her best to resist, but succumbs to laughter, “okay, okay! I’m laughing, Allie! It tickles!”

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Allie says, as she rips open the tabs of Sammy diaper and wipes. “Houston, are we go for launch?” she asks Sammy in a mock serious voice.

“Permission granted!” Sammy chirps.

“Copy that, Houston. Ready for launch.” Allie counts down from five, lifting Sammy’s legs up at one, “Houston, we have lift off!”

Allie watches as Sammy giggles, happily playing along, enjoying her diaper change. A minute later, Sammy’s diaper is taped into place.

“All done, Sammy!” Allie says before removing Sammy’s shirt.

“Wh-what are you doing, Allie?”

“Just changing you into something more comfortable,” Allie says as she grabs something out of the drawer. She returns with something pink. “Okay, can you sit up for me, Sammy?”

Sammy does as she’s told, eying the outfit.

“Arms up!” Allie fits the sleeves through Sammy’s arms, pulling the outfit down.

“What is this, Allie? It doesn’t feel like a t-shirt, it’s tight.”

“It’s not a t-shirt, silly. It’s a onesie. Lay back down,” Allie says as she lifts Sammy’s legs, pulling the onesie over her.

“B-but I don’t want to wear a onesie, Allie! They’re for babies!”

“Oh, stop, Sammy! They’re super comfy!” Allie responds, pulling the snaps together, “There, how’s that feel?”

Sammy looks down at her diaper. The onesies does nothing to hide her diaper. If anything, it makes it more obvious. Plus, her legs are completely exposed.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Allie says, rushing back to the dresser. She returns with two long socks. “Here, just in case your legs get cold.

Sammy watches as Allie slides two pink and white striped socks up her legs, stopping a few inches above her knees. If it wasn’t so babyish, she’d appreciate how they matched her onesie.

“Now, I have to take care of some work tonight, do you want to play with some legos while I work?”

“Yayyy!” Sammy replies, “legos!”

“Which set do you want to build today?” Allie smiles, glad her suggestion worked.

“I want to build the Millenium Falcon!” Sammy squeals, “I love Star Wars!”

“Wow, that’s a big set! Are you sure you want to do that first?”

“Yes, please Allie! Please!”

“Okay, okay, just asking!” Allie gets the set and places it on the living room floor.

Sammy wastes no time opening the packaging.

“I’m going to be right in the other room, Sammy. I don’t want you doing anything else but build, okay? If you need anything, just ask and I’ll help you, okay?”

Sammy barely heard her, consumed in building. Allie smiles before heading to her office.

An hour later, Sammy is startled as she feels a hand reach down into her diaper.

“Sorry, sweetie, just needed to check! Wow, look how far you’ve gotten!”

Sammy had made an impressive amount of progress for an hour’s work. Of course, its hardly surprised Allie. Sammy may be a Little, but she wasn’t dumb.

A few hours and another diaper change later, Allie told Sammy it was time for bed.

“But Allie, I’m not done yet! Twenty more minutes, please! It’s only 8!”

“Sorry, Sammy, it’s your bedtime, no buts!”

“NO! I’m not tired Allie! I don’t want to go to bed!” Sammy howled.

“Sammy, do not raise your voice at me. It’s time for bed when I say it’s time for bed.”

“I don’t care! I want to play with my legos!”

“Careful, Sammy, do you want to go to timeout?”

“No, I want to play! It’s not fair!” Sammy screeches, slamming her legos down, shattering her progress.

“Okay, if you’re going to break things, then you need a timeout, Sammy.” Allie picks Sammy up, carrying her to the corner. “I want you to stay in this corner for 10 minutes and think about how you’re acting.”

Before Sammy can answer, she feels a pacifier shoved in her mouth. She huffs, anger flooding her brain. She wants to scream at Allie, at anyone. Left without options, she decides to throw herself down, Allie never said she had to stand.

She fell to the floor, diaper poofing loudly as she did. The sound made her feel so childish, so immature. Overwhelmed, Sammy cried. By the time was up, her sobs had slowed significantly.

Allie can’t help but watch Sammy, pouting in the corner, in her matching onesie and socks. She’s just so cute, Allie thinks to herself.

“Okay, are you calm, Sammy? Do you have anything to say to me?”

“I-I sowwy, Awwie,” Sammy says through her pacifier.

“Thank you for saying that,” Allie says, kneeling down in front of Sammy, “I don’t like putting you in timeout, but if you are going to yell I have no choice, understand?”

“Yeth,” Sammy mumbles.

Allie looks into her teary eyes. She knows Sammy can’t help it, but it’s her job as a Caregiver. Her heart suddenly melts as she sees Sammy’s hands go up, begging to be picked up.

Allie reaches down and picks Sammy up, holding her against her chest. She heads to the rocking chair in Sammy’s room, glad she purchased the oversized version. They fit perfectly.

Sammy rests her head on Allie’s chest, her hand pulling down the hem of her blouse. Allie slowly rocks the chair, watching as Sammy’s eyes grow heavy, stroking her hair.

Half asleep, Sammy pulls down Allie’s blouse, exposing her breast. She instinctively latches onto Allie’s nipple.

Allie lets it happen, knowing full well Sammy wouldn’t actually be able to breastfeed, but too lost in the moment to care. She’d never felt more connected to Sammy than in this moment.

She made a mental note to schedule an appointment with her doctor. She wanted to do this every night.

Allie continued to rock long after Sammy had started to snore, holding Sammy against her. She was happier than she’d ever been in her life.

Go to Chapter 20.

#ab/dl babygirl #ab/dl community #ab/dl fiction #ab/dl lifestyle #cg/l #cg/l community #cg/l little #diaper community #sammyslittleproblem #cg/l lifestyle

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aita-alternia · 7 months

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AITA f☉r calling myself "greenbl☉☉d"???

i (1☉, ☉live) am (was?) in a l☉ng distance <3< where we were hem☉an☉n f☉r a l☉ng time. i knew he was pr☉bably a higher caste than me but he wanted t☉ take it t☉ the next level and reveal ☉ur castes t☉ each ☉ther. he said he's vi☉let, which was higher than i had guessed, s☉ i guess i had a thinkpan flatulence and said "i'm green."

kismesis IMMEDIATELY REP☉RTED ME AS A LIMEBL☉☉D and i had t☉ hide f☉r my life. tried t☉ explain that i meant ☉live and sent pics even and he went ☉ff ☉n a rant that "☉live d☉esn't c☉unt as green, it sh☉uld be c☉nsidered l☉wbl☉☉d c☉l☉r"??? (i hate him s☉ much. he's s☉ h☉t)

s☉ basically n☉ matter whether i "admitted t☉ being a mutant", "lied ab☉ut being jade", "misprepresented my caste" ☉r whatever, that's a cullable ☉ffense to him and he w☉n't call ☉ff the dr☉nes.

aita ☉r is he ☉verreacting?

#WOW WH^T #am i the asshole #unreality

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rainylana · 2 years

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bedtime shenanigans<3

“Eddie?” You poked his back, over and over against his bare skin. “Eddie, wake up. I wanna ask you somethin’.”

He grumbled in his sleep, twitching at your pokes.

“Eddie!” You hissed, giving him a shove that jolted him awake.

“Huh? Wh- who is it?” He twisted around with wild bed hair, eyes still half closed.

“It’s me!” You giggled. “Who else would it be?”

He was already falling back down to his pillow, not able to stay up. He muttered something under his breath that you couldn’t hear. “Hey- I said I gotta ask you a question!” Your squeaky tone made his eyes shoot open, blindly rapidly up at you as he tried to adjust to reality.

“What- what time is it?” He yawned, fishing for his lost blanket.

“I think I figured out what I want our halloween costumes to be.” You smiled, resting on your elbow. “Popeye and olive oil!”

He was too tired to barely register what you were saying, just nodding along and giving a small twitch of his lips. “That’s nice…nice, nice.” He lowered himself back down, already back asleep.

“Hey!” You shook him, drawing a surprised gasp as he shot back up.

“Who is it?!” He looked around quickly, grasping his pillow.

“For the love of god, Edward,” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the pillow and placing it back down. “I’m bored! Wake up so you can entertain me.”

A loud, whiny groan left him as he squeezed his eyes shut, finally starting to come to his senses. “Fuck off.” He buried himself face first into the pillows.

“Wow.” You scoffed, lowering yourself so you could lay on his bare back. “We should watch The Labyrinth again! I can make us popcorn!”

You only heard muffled sounds.

“I can’t hear you, Ed’s.”

He turned his cheek to poke out his lips. “Too late for musicals.” He said hoarsely, reaching back to try and get you off him. “Go t’ sleep.”

You scowled as your allowed him to shove yourself off him, crossing your arms as you stared up at the ceiling. Perhaps it was cruel to keep him awake, but you loved teasing him when he was asleep. “Would you still love me if I was an anaconda?”

“Where!” He screamed, causing you to do the same as you both shot up. “Fuck, where, y/n!”

“Christ, calm down!” You heaved, grabbing his shoulders. “There’s no snake, Eddie, Jesus!”

He was huffing and puffing fearfully, backed up against the headboard in a delirious state of sleep and confusion. He gave you an incredulous look. “Then why the hell would you say there was!”

“I didn’t!” You exasperated. “I asked if you would still love me if I was one.”

His eyes tripled in size. “Absolutely not!” He shook his head wildly.

You gasped. “Eddie! But I’d love you!”

He scoffed, bringing the blanket to his chest. “That’s great! But I ain’t loving you, sweetheart. I don’t fuck with snakes and I- what the fuck, it’s three o’clock in the morning!” He screeched, pointing to the clock. “The hell you asking me all this shit for! I’m trying to sleep for god sakes!”

“Well, hell!” You threw your arms up. “Forgive me for wanting to talk to my boyfriend! I’m heart broken, Eddie! You don’t even love me anymore!” You playfully pouted.

“No, I said I wouldn’t love you as an anaconda, y/n.” He pointed his finger at you. “Not that I don’t love you. There’s a big difference.”

You pursed your lips and gave him a glare, and he matched the expression, grabbing your chin to pull you close and plant a firm kiss on your lips.

“No there isn’t.” You mumbled.

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson thoughts #eddie the brave #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #eddie #eddie x you #eddie x y/n

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alabamasweettea · 2 months

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wake up call

( no bc Barry looks so sweet in this gif I can't )

Fandom: Eternals

Pairing: Druig x mutant!reader (siphon like rogue but w/o the life force bit)

Warnings: none really

When you joined forces with the eternals - a mere mutant, but powerful nonetheless - you never expected to become close with them. Sersei in particular took a liking to you, promising to style your hair and do your makeup sometimes. The days and nights were fun, to say the least. You hung out, introduced Ikaris to the concept of smiling, et cetera.

You loved to watch them work, often crouching and sucking some of Sprite's power to hide yourself in the shadows when you weren't needed, simply watching as the troupe fought yet another stray deviant.

Ikaris was always amazing to see; twin bolts of something hotter than hot zapping straight from his eyes. It was exhilarating, to be frank. Sersei was gorgeous, as usual; her long, fluid movements perfectly calculated for each strike. The rest were not super outstanding, you supposed, though one of them stumped you.

Druig. A seemingly moody teenager type, he tended to stick to the shadows. What kind of a name was that anyway? In any case you barely knew what he could do because he never used his powers.

In fact, you barely knew anything about him, other than he liked to call you "witch" for no reason at all. It wasn't a really affectionate or even pleasing nickname, you often thought.

It was always, "Morning, witch," when he came into the kitchen only half dressed for a piece of toast; or "Need help, witch?" when you couldn't reach something on a top cupboard. Still topless, he made it a habit to press against your back intentionally as he got it for you.

Stupid eternal, you'd think as you scampered back to your room. What's wrong with getting it like a normal person?

To be fair, you deliberately chose cups on the very top shelf... maybe he felt the same weird thing in his stomach as you did when his body molded against yours. You supposed you'd never know.

You did suppose, but Ajak sent you to wake Druig up one Saturday morning, and you realized he usually woke up like clockwork at around 6, but it was 7:15 and he hadn't even gotten out of bed.

"Druig?" you asked, tapping on the door of his room. The old hinges creaked; the door was open. You walked inside with haste before stopping in your tracks.

Wh- Woah.

The man was shaped like a Greek god, all spread-eagled on his bed. Limbs hung over the side as he slumbered peacefully half on his side, half on his stomach.

Wow. Just wow.

His back was completely exposed and the sheets were pulled back, showing the curve of his hips and just a little lower. You were relieved to find he at least slept in underwear. They came down low, though, much to one part of you's delight.

He stirred, long dark eyelashes fluttering.

"Druig?" You tried again, hoping that now he was lucid enough to answer.

Nothing but a sleepy "hmm~", but it was progress.

"Druig? Love, wake up." Okay. The 'love' was completely unnecessary, but you felt proud of yourself for handling his state of undress so well. So far. You could feel some sense of propriety unraveling within you as you spent more and more time with these eternals.

You didn't want to touch him- but you did, and you were going to admit it to yourself. The wide span of his back practically called your name, and you gave in finally.

His skin was smooth, dotted all over with little freckles. You could feel the bunching of muscles as they flexed under your palm.

TWO ENDINGS FOR THIS ONE (bc i have no life apparently)

ENDING 1:

Something switched on in your mind. You couldn't move- no, you didn't want to. Everything in you suddenly wanted to stay sitting on the bed, even lie down next to him.

Then you noticed his eyes fluttering open, more golden than the sun.

Ah.

"It's unfair to use powers," You tried to remark, but your mouth wouldn't respond. You couldn't pull your hand away.

"Sorry, witch. Force of habit." He chuckled, but didn't turn it off.

This man's gonna be the death of me.

"I can hear you, you know." His eyes were of the brightest gold. They seemed to glow even brighter than before as he began to sift through your thoughts. Finally, he sat up, sleepily stretching. You had to tamp your mouth shut to keep from drooling.

"What are you doing here, witch?" It was said so affectionately that you nearly forgot what you were here for.

"I- Ajak sent me to wake you." You shivered under the weight of his golden gaze, mind struggling against his hold as he combed through it. No- don't let him find-

Shit.

He chuckled, moving his cheek to press against yours. A soft sigh left him as the movement had its desired effect on you: your brain went blank for a while as his own dirty thoughts wormed their way into your mind. It felt odd, but you accepted him all the same, unable to do much differently under his control.

"Oh, you," he finally said when he found what he was looking for, whispering against the shell of your ear, "You naughty, naughty witch."

ENDING 2:

The sleeping eternal stirred again, starting to come out of it. You panicked and tried to return to a respectable distance, and would have if his hand on your wrist hadn't stopped you. His fingers curled around your own hand, dragging it back to his skin.

Your fingertips settled on a spot just below his heart, watching Druig intently as his eyes fluttered open. He normally had the softest, sweetest blue eyes you'd ever seen; though right now they glowed a hungry gold in the dark room.

"Hullo," he said softly, dragging a fingertip down your burning cheek, "What are you doing here, witch? Come to kill me in my sleep?" You shook your head violently, no words forming on your tongue.

"Well, least you can do is come 'ere." And he pulled you into him.

"But Ajak-"

"Can wait. 'M sleeping."

( which ending do you like better? )

#druig x reader #druig eternals #joining another fandom woohoo #eternals #barry keoghan #my fics

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altrodent · 4 months

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Not Losing You

Pairing: (Jealous)Steve Harrington x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, established reader/character lore, slight cursing, gender neutral reader, use of (Y/N) (IM SORRY) Tired 1-2am writing (not proof read)

Summary: After you and Nancy stopped hanging around Steve, a certain blonde takes a liking to you, and Steve can’t take it. 🤭❤️‍🩹

When asked about the Halloween party, mostly everyone would say it was fun, sexy even. Mostly- but to Nancy and Steve it was nothing but a mess, of course a mess that you got dragged into by a drunken brunette. You could tell immediately by Nancy’s fuddled walk and Steve’s miserable expression that something terrible had happened. Nancy slowly dragged you with her, the girls words slurred “Come on… t-this parties just bullshit.” You looked at her confused, the crowd around you loosening as everyone stared. “Nance, what are you talking about? What happened with-“ she turns around and places her well manicured finger up to you face shushing you “Don’t worry about it- let’s just leave…”

She began to head out the door before a California-tanned arm grabs a hold of your waist, “Hey, leaving so soon?” You turn around to see Billy, standing almighty and extremely way too close. “I thought we were having fun, baby” Nancy looks at Billy annoyed and keeps pulling you with her. “Yeah, we were it’s just- she needs a ride home, it’s been a long night.” Nancy hops into the passengers seat, pouting with her arms crossed. “Ah, well, don’t be afraid to come back. You could always come back to my place too to keep the night going” he winks at you through the smoke of his cigarette. You go to respond to his suggestive comment when, you peak over his shoulder and see Harrington staring at you. Usually you like to believe people don’t stare, but his eyes were set, and weren’t going anywhere. Unfortunately, you looked back for too long and Billy took a notice. “Harrington, huh? Look between you and me, babe, that guys a total freak show. Here-“ he takes out a piece of joint wrap and writes his number on it. “Call me whenever you wanna experience a real man, ‘kay?” Now, usually you’d never go for this type of guy, but this is the first number you’d ever gotten from an interested guy… it was like a golden ticket. “‘Kay.” You repeat back, putting the paper into your pocket. “Drive safe, hot stuff” He winks one last time, definitely staring at your ass as you walked away to the car. You couldn’t help but look past him, Steve looks even worse than before. Wonder what happened…

After driving Nancy home and talking her through her drunkard emotions, you drove home ready to end your night. There was a part of you that wanted to know more, that wanted to be more helpful. So instead of going to sleep you picked up the phone. “This is Steve..” he sounded glum, but at least he picked up “I know I know-“ suddenly his tone becomes more joyous “(Y/N)? Wh- why are you calling? What’s up?” Your brows furrow “I talked to Nancy” he sighs, loud enough that you can hear it through the phone “Did she tell you what she told me?” You chuckle anxiously “that everything’s bullshit?” Steve chuckles softly before going quiet “look, I’m not trying to get involved in your business or anything, but… well, they do call alcohol truth serum and while the truth may hurt, at least it’s out… god that is not helpful at all- sorry, I just-“ Steve interrupts “no, I get what you’re trying to say, it’s okay. I’m glad I know how she really feels about me…” the line goes quiet before he clears his throat “so uh, what was Billy saying to you?” The paper in your pocket making its way into your hand “oh, he was just doing what he always does, try to pick up people. Usually he picks up more…” you pause trying to find the word before Steve says“immodest people?” You gasp dramatically “Wow, am I too modest? Can’t believe you Harrington, I work hard to disturb the peace!” You hear him laugh on the other end “There is no peace in this town to begin with” you laugh softly before the line goes dim again

“Hey, (Y/N)?” You hum in response “Do you… do you like Billy?” Your brow furrows slightly “What do you mean?” Steve sighs deeply “I mean what I said, do you like Billy?” You stop to think, only for a moment. “I mean, he’s okay, but I just don’t think I could ever see myself with a guy like him.” Steve scratches the back of his neck, and tries to nonchalantly ask “Well, what kind of guy would you see yourself with?” You feel like you know why he asked, but he’s still in a relationship! Keep your act together! “Well, I mean, probably just someone who wouldn’t want to use me like Billy, but that’s kinda bare minimum, no?” Steve sighs exasperated, “yeah, I get that… hey, uhm, would you wanna hang out tomorrow? Maybe go see a movie or something?” You chuckle “we’ll see how the day goes, now get your beauty sleep Harrington” you chuckle “yeah, yeah… goodnight” you can hear a soft smile forming at his mouth over the phone “goodnight” You hang up, before flopping onto the bed, only praying that nothing bad happens tomorrow.

The next day rolls around, and almost immediately you’re picked out by the sun kissed blonde with the nice ass. “Hey, hottie, you never came back to the party… did I scare you off?” You roll your eyes sarcastically “Yeah, as if you could scare me” he puts his arm around your shoulders, and immediately everyone is looking at the two of you. You’re not extremely popular, nor are you the type Billy has ever gone for, so people are whispering left and right. Billy notices how unnerved you are by all the people, he leans close to your ear “just ignore them sweetheart, they just wish they were in your place.” He kissed you temple before standing back up, and almost immediately your cheeks are a bright shade of rose. He chuckles softly “You really are cute, you know that?”

He brings you to your locker and leans against the ones next to yours, just scanning your every move, and admiring every feature. “I mean, compared to everyone else here, I’m not really all that special…” you gently bite the inside of your cheek as you input the code on the lock of your locker. “See, even that- most of the people here and stuck up snobs with broom handles up their asses. You’re very… pure, very cute. And, if I may add, more attractive than most of the others, even if they don’t see it.” He seemed to be getting closer and closer with every compliment “Oh, you don’t mean that… I bet you say that to every girl you try to get with” your brows furrow as you close your locker door. “I’m past my… date hopping days, baby. You can only do it for so long before you start to feel a bit guilty.” You roll your eyes “I wonder why.” You look past Billy and see Steve waiting alone for first period to start, it’s sad seeing him without Nancy or the goons. “I’ll see you later, Kay?” Billy sighs “alright sweetheart, just don’t forget what I said. Don’t be shy to call me whenever you want” he smirked before kissing your cheek, letting you leave.

You walk away, gently touching the spot he kissed. Even if you didn’t want him to, Steve noticed. “You and Billy are a thing now?” He raised a brow as he stood upright, looking at you with his… sultry, beautiful eyes… “No, he’s just picked me as his victim of the month I guess… why, jealous?” You tease, gently tapping his chest. He scoffs “As if… we’re still on for later though, right?” You nod, smiling warmly “of course… how did things go with Nance, if you don’t mind me asking?” His shoulders fall “We’re uhm… split. She said our relationship was bullshit- she said I was bullshit, so… now we’re broken up.” Your heart breaks, you’ve known them for years, and now they’re broken up. “Oh, you poor thing…” you hug him tightly. Steve would always mock you for being very nurturing, always like a parent, but he really needed the hug. He grasped the material of your top tightly as he hugged you back. “I just don’t know where I went wrong…” he whispered softly. You pull back, seeing even more people begin to crowd. “Hey, uhm… let’s talk outside.” He nods as you lead him to the empty courts near the back of the school.

The bleachers are cold, but it’s better than the dirt, he sits next to you looking glum. You rest your head on his shoulder “How are you feeling beyond the Nancy thing, how is everything else going?” He rubs the back of his neck “Well, uhm… there’s this person I know, they’re super cool and stuff, but I feel overly protective of them… like- as terrible as this sounds- I feel like I’ve loved them even when I was with nance… is that wrong?” You tilt your head up “Well, I mean, most school relationships don’t last as sad as it is, and while you might’ve liked this person while in a relationship I guess it doesn’t make you bad… you didn’t actively cheat or anything. Does the person know you like them? Do you still like them?” You poor oblivious thing. His posture stiffens “Well- I don’t think they do… and yeah… I like them a lot” he groans and paces the seats behind you “god, I like- I love them. And it kills me because they don’t know it, and if I don’t tell them they’re going to fall for this other guy who I personally think is a giant douche bag but-“ you pipe in “who is it?” Steve freezes.

He knows his answer, but he’s scared of the result. “God, (Y/N), I love you. I always have, I always knew. I don’t know how I got this far without telling you yet, it’s so incredibly hard to contain my true self around you. You’re hilarious, you’re cute, you’re supportive… hell you’ve been helping me through this rut with Nancy, and I hate it, because I don’t wanna even think about Nancy, ‘cause the only person I’ve ever had on my mind is you! I’ve only ever wanted you- to be with you, since the day we met. You’re everything to me, and I’m not losing you to that piece of shit Hargrove after I’ve spent all these years this close to you!” He sits down in front of you gently grasping your shoulders physically shaking because of all the emotions he let out. He scans your face for a second, you’re trying to process everything he had just said. Almost for a moment, it feels like you and Steve have mind-linked together, as you both lean in. Though the weather may be cold, the kiss is warm, and his embrace is delicate. Every problem that was stressing him out melted away, every worry in your head had disappeared. For once, everything seemed right with the world, like it was just the two of you, forever. You pull away from the kiss softly, gently running a hand through his voluminous hair“You’re not losing me, Harrington.” You smile warmly as he smiles up at you, “That’s all I ever wanted.”

(A/N): Screaming, crying, peeing my pants. Needed to get some Y/N moments out of my system, I hope you enjoyed! 🤭❤️

#x reader #x you #fanfic #fluff #x you fluff #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve x y/n #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve fluff

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slimepuparibaba · 6 months

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How Danstelle Happened (hint: it was a fucking disaster)

no so i need everyone to find out how twin stellaron au danstelle happens because istg its just the definition of comedy

March 7th: Soooo. Where ya goin' with Stelle? Hmm? Dan Heng: Nowhere. Caelus: Uh-huh. "Nowhere". Dan Heng: ... Dan Heng: (sighs) We're going star-gazing. March 7th: Awww! Dan Heng: Caelus, I know the situation with the Stellaron is dire and Welt enforced the 200 foot radius rule, but-- Caelus: Don't worry, I'll be just out of range so as to not interrupt your date. Dan Heng: Thank you. Dan Heng: Dan Heng: Wait, it's not a date. Caelus, deadpan: Could've fooled me. March 7th: (snickering)===== Stelle, stargazing with Dan Heng: Wow... the stars really are beautiful up here. Dan Heng: (...what was it that was a popular phrase to say in response to that?) Dan Heng: (Oh. Right.) Dan Heng: You know what else is beautiful? Stelle: Your boyfriend? Dan Heng: Y-- Dan Heng: Dan Heng, glaring: My what. Stelle: Your boyfriend. Dan Heng: Dan Heng, losing it: wh a t Stelle: Y'know, Blade? Dan Heng, eye twitching: Dan Heng: W h a t? ===== Dan Heng: ...and that's what happened. March 7th: (cackling) OH MY GOD, SHE THINKS YOU AND BLADE ARE... HAHAHAHAHA! Caelus: Nice going, buddy. She thinks you and Blade are together. Dan Heng: Can you please not rub salt into my wounds? Dan Heng: (groaning) Why am I pursuing such an idiot anyway...? Dan Heng: (has flashbacks to Stelle dumpster diving) Dan Heng, in realization: ...right, I'm pursuing her precisely BECAUSE she's an idiot. March 7th: Yeah, but a cute one though, right? Dan Heng: March. ===== Stelle: Heya Dan Heng, here to grab some stuff from the archives! Don't mind me! Dan Heng, reading a book, slightly miffed: Mn... Stelle: Oh, and thanks for the star-gazin' hang out! But you know, you should REALLY ask Blade to do that with you. Dan Heng, rubbing his temples: (grumbles) Stelle: Although, he seems more like the type of guy to prefer a nice sparring match so-- Dan Heng, shutting his book closed: Stelle. Stelle: Huh? Dan Heng: Can you please stop trying to make it so difficult to pursue you? Stelle: Stelle: Pffft... Stelle: HAHAHAHAHA! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU KNEW HOW TO JOKE LIKE THAT, DAN HENG! Dan Heng: Stelle. Stelle: Oh my god, you nearly gave me a heart attack! You? Trying to pursue ME?! PFFFFT-- Dan Heng, more stern: Stelle. Stelle: Like, come on. It's not like you ACTUALLY like me, right-- Dan Heng, losing his patience: Stelle! Stelle: ? Dan Heng: That wasn't a joke. I meant it. Stelle: . . . Stelle: wait so. so you're saying-- Dan Heng: Yes, I like you. Stelle: Stelle: f Stelle: for real? Dan Heng: Yes. Stelle: ..... Stelle: BE RIGHT BACK-- [Stelle runs out of the room, leaving Dan Heng severely confused] Dan Heng: ... Stelle, running back: BY THE WAY, THAT WASN'T A REJECTION. I JUST REALIZED I WAS BEING AN ABSOLUTE DUMBASS AND NEED THE EARTH TO SWALLOW ME WHOLE. I LIKE YOU TOO. [Stelle runs back out, Dan Heng's face completely red] Stelle, once more running back in: ALSO WE'RE NOT DOING IT IN YOUR ROOM FIRST NIGHT I WANNA AT LEAST HAVE MY FIRST TIME ON A BED K THX BYE [Stelle running back out for the FINAL time, leaving Dan Heng EVEN MORE CONFUSED while Caelus and March 7th are standing there, witnessing the whole thing] Dan Heng: ...wh... what did that-- March 7th: HAHAHAHAHA! DAN HENG, OH MY GOD-- Dan Heng: Huh? March 7th: I... I CAN'T... I CAN'T BREATH-- Dan Heng: March, I'm confused. Caelus: (facepalming) She did NOT just say that. Dan Heng: What? What did she say? March 7th: DAN HENG, SHE JUST GAVE YOU INSTANT PERMISSION FOR 3RD BASE! Dan Heng: 3rd base? What does th-- Dan Heng: Dan Heng, in realization, growing completely red: ...oh. Dan Heng: OH--

your honor they are dumbasses. not just stelle. but also dan heng.

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delcakoo · 2 years

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dreamland ʚ₊˚✧ ﾟy.jw

requested <3

SUMMARY ! another exhausting day of working overtime leads to you falling asleep on your favorite cat boy..

PAIRING ! jungwon x gn!reader

WC ! 1K

GENRE ! est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS ! mention of someone trying to touch reader at work

a/n: thank u for the cute request anonnie,, i can’t turn down writing for my boy T-T

you truly felt like the main character of an anime when the moment you step off your local bus, colossal rain starts pouring down from above. in all honesty, you wished you were the next natsuki subaru or kazuma satou; anything would be better than going back to work tomorrow morning even after spending the night working overtime.

choosing to embrace your dramatic moment, you refuse the option of pulling your hoodie up, allowing droplets to cascade down your hair nonchalantly throughout the entire walk to your place.

usually only one thing in the world would be able to make you feel a bit better after an exhausting shift like today: your boyfriend. but this time, you begin to doubt if even he can turn your lengthy frown upside down.

however, before you can even fully push open the door to your apartment, a cat-like boy has already pulled you in for a big, warm hug. you inhale, chin resting on his shoulder, breathing in the smell of comfort and homeliness.

the embrace disappears much quicker than it usually does, and you have a hunch it may have to do with the fact your whole body is dripping with fallen water. “i missed you, jagi.” jungwon’s grin reaches from ear to ear, but it immediately shrinks when he notices your not-very-enthusiastic expression.

you reach up to give him a quick peck before turning over to the coat rack, pulling off your wet hoodie and shoes. “missed you too, wonnie,” you mumble tiredly.

the boy in question pouts worriedly, stuffing his hand in his hoodie pocket. he knew you’d be more tired than usual after working for more hours than usual, but you still always gave him a big greeting smile when you got home.

only a moment later, you recognise the sound of jungwon shuffling around behind you, his feet padding cutely against the wooden floor. curiously, you swivel around to face the inside of your apartment, only to see your boyfriend holding three oranges in his hands. “wh—“ you snort, “why do you have my oranges?”

he only beams brightly like a child, “watch me y/n, heeseung hyung taught me this!”

the next thing you know, you have a full of energy yang jungwon juggling your poor fruits in the middle of your apartment at 11pm. though it was ridiculous, you can’t deny he’s surprisingly good at the act, smoothly throwing and catching each orange with great precision. you can’t help but smile slightly at the boy who’s now humming circus music to add to the performance, momentarily forgetting about the mess that was your job.

“wow,” you say once he stops juggling, posing proudly with the oranges in his hands, “that was.. amazing, babe.” you tried your best to sound as upbeat as possible, but jungwon must see right through you in the way he frowns once more, dropping the fruits back into the fridge.

“if me juggling oranges doesn’t cheer you up, it must be pretty bad,” he comments, tugging your sleeve and pulling you over to the couch with him. “what’s going on?” he questions once you’ve both sat down comfortably.

you curl up closer to his side, head resting on his shoulder as you huff out a sigh. “i wanna quit that stupid fucking job,” you mutter through a yawn.

instantly, jungwon recalls all the past incidences you’ve mentioned about the horrid cafe; how your boss constantly overworked you, nobody did anything to ensure that customers who made the staff feel uncomfortable were blacklisted/banned, and most of your coworkers were lazy idiots who didn’t even do their job properly.

“then do it,” he suggests, looking down at you with big, boba eyes.

you scoff in response, eyelids closing further with every passing moment. “i wish, you know i need those hours, won.”

jungwon pouts at that, turning slightly to embrace you in another warm hug. “y’know what? i’ll find you another job myself, then. i’m sick of that place keeping you there overtime like a prisoner,” he grunts, eyebrows etching together furiously.

“and i’m still not over that time some idiot was trying to touch you and they didn’t even kick him out! if only i was there, i would’ve seriously fought him. or well, i haven’t worked out before, but i know taekwondo,” jungwon rambles in determination.

when you don’t respond or make an effort to move, your boyfriend tilts his head slightly, examining the back of your head resting lifelessly on his shoulder. “y/n?”

he lunges his body forward a bit, eyes finally meeting your exhausted, sleeping face with drool falling out of your parted lips. for a moment, he just admires how adorable and stunning you look (except maybe the drool) despite being absolutely knocked out.

jungwon barely holds in his giggle, muttering out a ‘cute’ before reaching for his phone to snap a picture. he ever so carefully shifts your weight to the other side so he can rise to his feet, lifting you into his arms like a toddler. soothingly, he rubs your back the whole journey to the bedroom, humming a lullaby and planting small kisses on your shoulder and neck.

jungwon was pretty proud of himself in the way he managed to hold you up with one arm, using the other to pull open the blankets, gently dropping you into the sheets with care. next, he adjusted your body so it was lying down properly (he didn’t want you waking up with sores everywhere), before quietly pacing around the bed to hop on the other side.

he smiles in adoration at the sight of you off in dreamland next to him, reaching over to turn off the lamp that was providing the only source of light in the room. even though he was technically completely alone, jungwon still felt a bit shy saying his last few words for the night. “g’night, love you y/n.”

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