#i'm on a real ride today with this huh

[aliorsboxostuff]

ANOTHER SELF INDULGENT FIC? YES. I told yall i love fangs SO MUCH AAARGHH and MIGUEL?? HAVING FANGS?? HELLOOOOOO anyhow this is just full of me simping for that beautiful, insane man. Gotta love me a dilf with fangs and claws. Anyhow enjoy this piece yall lmao. I PROMISE ILL GET TO YOUR REQUESTS

Canines

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Miguel O’hara x gn!reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Jessica Drew, Ben Riley, Spider Society, No Smut, Almost ig?, Fluff, He/Him prns for Reader, Reader is a sunshine, Soft!Miguel, Established relationship, This is just me simping for Miguel tbh, gotta love this man, slight sub!Miguel, Kissing, making out, HIS FANG BRO

Even after spending time with Miguel, successfully becoming his boyfriend and getting on his good side, there's the one thing you can get your mind off of; those damn fangs.

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You and Miguel have been dating for a solid 5 months now. You still remember the day you got introduced to the spider society and met him. Those dark eyes that flash red, tall and broody, sharp talons that scrape against metal, swept back hair that might as well have swept you off your feet. No literally. The first day you went to meet him you tripped on air and fell straight into his arms. 

How did that manage to win his heart? Now that's the real anomaly. 

One thing you can't get over and can't seem to wrap your head around is his fangs. You’ve been told by him it's used to paralyze enemies when needed, and most of the time he forgets it’s there. But in your mind, you keep replaying the times when he talked, or his rare smiles and laughs reserved for only you. How does he eat with it? Did he ever bite himself when he goes on his rants? How does he not have a lisp with how big they are?

When the sharp fangs glints and it sends shivers down your body. Curiosity and arousal clouds you whenever Miguel talks, and it’s honestly distracting at team meetings.

“Hey, you there?” He snaps his fingers in front of you as you blink away the thoughts, realizing a couple of other Spideys in the briefing looking at you with squinted eyes. 

“Oh yeah- Sorry, pre-mission anxiety and all,” You tried to laugh it off, averting from Miguel's worried gaze. He knows you're capable, he knows you're strong, that's the reason why you're always with him on missions, why you're trusted with a team. But those flashing red eyes couldn't help but hesitate each time you leave the base. 

Miguel continues the brief, assigning teams to universes and anomalies. He sends you off with your teams while he leads his. Each team consists of two spideys, if the anomaly is a particularly notorious villain in their respective universes, Miguel would send three. You’re standing next to Jessica, her bike parked just meters from the portal. While the others had already jumped, Miguel stayed behind while Ben jumped first into the portal. The hum of Jessica’s bike startles you and breaks your eyes from staring at Miguel, and she seems to notice.

“Go ahead, go talk to him,” She nods, a small smile on her lips before she rides off into the portal. You sigh, with your boyfriend staying behind, he seems to have the same idea. 

You walk across the metal floor, Miguel standing just near his portal. “So, an easy one today, huh?” 

“Yeah, me and Ben can take care of him, it’s just another Doc Oct,” He checks something on his watch, the orange hologram lighting up. You can't help but notice it gleams against his fangs. 

“Alright, uhm-” You cough, alerting Miguel as he turns to you. “Be safe out there, babe,” 

The way you said those last words, too small for your usual cheerfulness, makes Miguel’s brows furrow. He reaches for your hand, softly holding them. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine! Don't worry baby,” You smirk, patting his arm where he’s still holding your hand. “Stay safe, and come back home, okay?” 

Miguel tilts his head slightly, before his lips quirks, a ghost of a smile. “You too, my love,” 

And with that, Miguel turns and enters his portal, the circle closes as he disappears. You sigh, both relieved and frustrated somehow. You shook your head, trying to dissipate those thoughts, at least for the time being. Glancing at your portal, you take another breath, before running and leaping into it, another day of saving the multiverse.

—

“Okay, what's going on?” You turn to Jessica leaning on her bike, arms crossed and one brow raised. It’s the ‘Spill It’ face you’ve come to love, but also loathe when she uses it on you.

“What’s ‘what’ going on?” Jessica scoffs, tilting her head when your back is still facing her while you twip a web at the Lizard's jaw, the anomaly tied and secured, ready for transport. “Nothings going on,”

She sees you shrug as you turn around, her only response is to nod again, gauging an answer. Her eyes stare deep into you, making you gulp as you aver her sharp, questioning glare. A beat passes, your suit suddenly feels clammier than usual. You tug slightly at the part that hugs your neck, looking down at the street. 

“Okay fine!” You huff, a satisfied smirk from Jessica. “I’ve been thinking about Miguel-”

“That's not new sweetie,” She snickers, making you stumble on your words. 

“I’m- I know but it's not about him… I guess?”

“Go on…”

“Have you-” You huff, crossing your arms. “You’ve seen his fangs, right? Those sharp things,” You point to your own little fangs, which makes Jesicca hum.

“Hard not to,” She shrugs.

“You ever wonder how sharp they are?” You tilt your head, fully turning to Jessica. “Y’know it's pretty big, and pretty sharp, I wonder how he doesn't bite himself with it? Or how he doesn't have a lisp, or maybe he can retract them but then when he talks it’s always out so I don't know if he can do that, we’ve kissed a couple of times but I didn't feel those things-”

“Okay whoa there,” She chuckles, walking towards you. “I get it, cool fangs, you’re curious about them,” 

She places her hands on your shoulders, a grin on her lips. “That's what got you all distracted today?”

“Yeah… Sorry,” 

“Oh don't be kid, I get it,” She nods, before giggling. “Not ‘get it’ get it, but you're in love, and love makes curiosity and wonder, and I get that,” She pats your arms.

“Bring that up with Miguel, would’ya?” She grinned, a mischievous glint behind her goggles. You blink, realizing she has started walking back to her bike. You chuckle, a steady blush spreading on your cheeks.

“Y-yeah, I will,” You smile, shooting out webs to bring the anomaly back while Jasicca rides into the portal first.

—

Once the anomalies are stored in their cells and boxes, Miguel debriefs the others while you were making sure each anomaly is accounted for.

“I think that's all, right Lyla?” You nod to her small figure sitting on your shoulder. She looks at one of her holograms before nodding.

“Yep! All here,” Her holograms disappear as she glitches and changes to your right shoulder. She suddenly leans in, a dangerous smirk on her face. “So that's what’s up huh?”

You groan, flinching your shoulder which makes her hologram change to stand in front of you. “Lyla you know I hate it when you listen in,” 

“Hey I always listen in, y’know I’m online at all times,” She snickers. “Don't worry, your secret is safe with me,” 

You huff, which makes her laugh as you roll your eyes. You glance at Miguel, still talking with the other spideys, those distracting fangs just barely visible between his soft lips. 

“Sooo…” Lyla floats in front of you, again. “You plannin’ on saying anything?” 

She can practically hear the gears in your head turning, before you sigh and remove your mask, adjusting your ruffled hair. “I suggest you stay offline tonight,”

Lyla spots the blooming red that spreads across your face, at which she giggles mischievously. “Okay, whatever you say,” She shrugs before glitching to your right. “I'll just hang out with Margo then,” 

“Yeah, thanks Lyla,” A grateful smile on your lips. Lyla nods before she disappears and leaves you alone. 

Miguel has finally wrapped off the debrief and sent the others to do what they please since today's mission is over. The other spideys wave their farewell to you as they pass, you reply while you walk closer to your boyfriend. Jesica passes you, a sly smirk on her lips, before she pats your shoulder. You give her a small smile before nodding, and she’s on her way.

Miguel’s back is turned, busy with his monitor, wrapping up the day. His head tilts a bit, as he notices you're walking toward him. You pull one of the stray chairs to Miguel's platform and as if instincts, he sat down just as you pushed it behind him. His eyes are still scanning the monitors but he turns slightly towards you as you lean on the consoles. 

“Good job out there Miguel,” You smile, glancing at the screens.

“You too, as always,” His lips quirks, one arm rests on the chair while the other swipes at the screen. “Though I have seen some things we can improve on the teams. I haven't debriefed you yet like the others, so listen to me okay?” 

You nodded, crossing your arms into a more relaxed tone. “Good, so according to team three we need to-” 

And that's the last thing you hear before you turn to look at Miguel, catching that sharp glint of those fangs. Around you, Miguel usually lets his guard down, his way of letting you know he trusts you. So he talks more, his hands punctuate what needs to be punctuated, and those lips move wider. In other circumstances, listening to him would be easy, but with each word he spoke, a peak of those sharp fangs caught your attention instead. Miguel continues to point out the images on the screens, occasionally asking you a question to which you responded with a ‘Uhuh’ or ‘Yeah’. That seemed to satisfy Miguel until—

“-And that's to add the upgrades on your suit, what do you think?” 

“Uhuh,” 

“What?” Miguel retracts, tearing his eye away from the screens. “I asked about your suit?”

A beat passes, before you blink, realizing your boyfriend was staring, and shaking yourself out of the daze. “Huh? What did you ask?”

Miguel sighs, crossing his arms. Sadly those muscles adds another point to the distraction. “Were you even listening to me?” 

He stiffens, watches as you stand in front of him, one arm on the chair's headrest, completely trapping him in. Slowly, your other hand moves up, and settles on his jaw. Throughout the months of dating you, Miguel has never seen this side of you, never seen how bold you could be. Steady hands cup his jaw, your thumb gliding across his lips, before you press slightly. As if a switch is flipped, Miguel inhales sharply and parts his lips, inclining his head when you hold his chin. Your thumb moves over his lower set of fangs, before suddenly followed by your other hand, pushing his mouth open to expose his upper, sharper fangs. His eyes flashes and brows furrows slightly, surprised at the sight of your rapt expression, eyes scanning him.

There's a hint of fondness behind those usually irritated gazes as he looks at you before he sighs and opens his mouth to continue his question before you were overcome with the sudden urge to see. You lean off of the console and approach your boyfriend. “Sorry, Miguel I just have to-”

“Fascinating…” You lean closer, taking pride in the way Miguels is stunned, practically crushing the armrest under his claws. Your index pushes at his upper jaw, letting you get an eyeful of that part of Miguel you’ve been dreaming about. It reflects the blue lights in the room, your eyes widen at it. Your thumb touches its start before gliding down to the pointed end, Miguel pants lightly. How would they feel against my skin?

Your eyes roam up to the prominent blush on Miguel's cheeks, the red in his irises shakes. Slowly, you bring him closer, one hand stays on his chin while the other moves behind his head. His eyes flutter as you press your lips against his, his gasp allows you to slide your tongue inside. Carefully, you trace that sharp fang, making Miguel grunt, his hand suddenly gripped your wrist, pulling apart.

“Don't- It’s dangerous,” He says between pants, the blush coloring his beautiful complexion. 

“Paralysis, right?” You smirk, fingers playing at his curled strands. Miguel shivers then swallows hard. “How about we unwind from today,”

A glint in your eyes, watching as Miguel becomes putty between your hands, his blown-out pupils staring at you in reverence. You smirk, breath ghosting against his lips when you bring him closer again.

“Show me what those fangs do, baby,” 

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[munivrse]

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cw: requested! smut. full on. cunnilingus. strap/harness. possessive bada hitting it from the back 🧎‍♀️

a/n: feedback is so greatly appreciated. i rarely write full smut fics so im shaking in my boots about this one. thank u for reading!!

The universe really had it out for you today. You tried to have a simple conversation with annold dance partner, but now you're in front of your girlfriend, sprawled out as she's knuckle deep in your cunt, leaving soft kisses on your lower stomach,

"Does that feel good, baby?"

You whine as a response, back arching into her touch. She's been edging you for an hour now.

You wouldn't have been in this predicament if you had just kept your mouth shut. You'd decided to talk up your old dance partner at a party you and Bada attended together. You didn't think much of it until you looked down at your phone. You knew you were in some deep shit, but you couldn't help but play into Bada's possessiveness. It wasn't often that she'd get into moods like this so you could not take this opportunity for granted.

Your old partner makes a subpar joke and to you, you act as if its the funniest thing in the world. You double over, giving them a very nice view into the low cut top you were wearing, grazing their arm, and giving them a cute giggle. It was all fun and games until you felt Bada's chest against your back, one arm snaking around your waist, the other grabbing the drink from your hand and taking a sip herself.

Bada's presence in a room never fails to make people gasp, especially in a room full of both seasoned and rookie choreographers/dancers. She was extremely popular and had the talent to back it up. On top of that, she stands quite tall at around 5'10 and happens to be one of the finest people in the world.

So imagine your previous partner's surprise (and fear) when the Bada Lee peering down at them with an intimidating stare, almost daring them to keep it up with her girlfriend. Bada sets your drink down on the counter and extends a hand out to your partner,

"Hi, I'm Bada, Y/n's partner." Purposely using "partner" to describe the ambiguity of your relationship. Your previous partner looks scared shitless, their hand shakes as they reach out to meet Bada's hand in a weak handshake,

"N-nice to meet you! I'm Y/n's old dance partner."

Bada drops her hand and smiles a smile that would seem kind to an innocent bystander, but you recognized the glint of anger her eyes, and in the way she grit her teeth in her response. Her arm tightening around your waist,

"Hm. I don't think I recognize that name. Would I know your work from anywhere?"

Your ex partner just blinks.

"Well, Y/n, its about time for us to go, huh?"

Your voice shakes as you say your next sentence, doing your best to stay strong,

"Actually, do you mind if I meet you at the car? I want to exchange numbers real quick."

Bada's jaw tightens her eyebrows raise to the sky and you're ready to bust out laughing at any point now. Her face quickly changes back to a sickeningly sweet smile,

"Of course baby. Don't be too long, we've got a long night ahead of us." And with that, she saunters away, not turning back once.

Once you've finished your conversation, you walk out of the party. You see Bada leaning against her car, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. You try to blubber out some excuse as to why your conversation lasted an additional ten minutes, but Bada is having none of it.

Bada grits her teeth, "Get in the fucking car."

No way you're saying no to that. You get into the car, Bada slamming your door shut. As you're driving home her hands are gripping the steering wheel hard.

"Baby you're gonna hurt-" You are quickly silenced with a stern side eye. The rest of the car ride is silent. It's silent as you get out of the car, into your apartment complex, in the elevator, the hallway of your floor, and silent as you shut the door behind you. As you turn around to walk further into the apartment, you bump into a sturdy figure, stumbling back just a bit. When you look up, Bada is wordlessly staring down at you.

She's thinking about ways to punish you. She wants to make you as frustrated as she is. She wants to see you whine and beg for her. She wants to watch as your body writhes under hers as she makes you feel so good. Because you're hers. And it seems like you've forgotten.

So, here we are. Earlier she'd taken her time unzipping your dress, kissing down your shoulders. Leaving hickeys on your chest, down until she reaches your lower stomach. She was being so honey sweet, you had no idea what was in store for you. You've been on edge for so long now. Your brain was fuzzy and the only thing you could think of was Bada's hands in your cunt, her mouth dipping down to circle around your clit and suck.

Bada coos at you, "I know baby. It hurts doesn't it."

You nod your head, a tear rolling down the side of your face. "Good God. Bada- oh fuck- i need to cum."

She chuckles and shakes her head, removing her fingers from your weeping cunt.

"Beg me."

You squeeze your eyes closed,

"You are such a dick."

Bada stands, making her way to the drawer located in the nightstand on her side of the bed. She pulls out one of the many toys you both use.

"Keep it up sweetheart. It's okay. I'll fuck it out of you."

Bada unzips her pants, a harness already present. She giggles when she sees your eyes widen. She leans down, face so close to you that when she talks, you feel her mouth against yours,

"I knew you were gonna be a fucking brat the minute we walked out of the house," She stands upright once more. She makes her way over to the edge of the bed,

"You wore that skimpy ass outfit and expected me to be okay with someone seeing you like this? hmm?" She grips your hips, forcefully flipping you over.

"So the minute I saw you make eye contact with me while-" Bada starts pushing her strap into you and groans, "While you gave that girl false hope. I realized just how fucking reckless you are."

You whine, the silicone cock strapped to your girlfriend reaches so deeply into you it nearly hurts. You pull the sheets above you but Bada tsks,

"Don't fuckin' run from it."

Her arm loops around you to wrap her large hand around your neck, pulling you flush against her still clothed chest. She kisses down the shell of your ear,

"You gonna be good for me, honey?"

You muster up all of the energy you have left in you,

"Fuck off."

Bada chuckles, kissing your cheek. She grabs your hips and pulls you back towards her. You groan and immediately your body goes nearly limp. Bada snorts, "Just a cock-hungry whore, hmm? Looks like you remember exactly who you belong to," She grinds her hips into you, "Nobody could make you fall apart like me, isnt that right baby?"

Your whines coincide with her thrusts into you. She was right. You'd never been fucked like this before Bada. Everyone else was just too soft for you, but not Bada. She wasn't afraid of breaking you, which is exactly what you wanted. You need Bada to break you down and build you back up from nothing. Bada speeds up her thrusts, hips just slight of slamming into you.

"T-Thank you Bada."

She grins against your neck, "You are so very welcome, sweetheart." She lets go of your neck, leaving you to slump against the sheets, the only thing holding you together was Bada's hands gripping your waist, pulling you back against her to meet her in each thrust. She could tell how close you were by the way your hands gripped the sheets. She loved seeing you like this. Pliant. Ready to take whatever she gives you. She thinks about how much of a brat you were earlier and smacks your ass twice in succession.

"You gonna keep being a fucking brat? Or do you wanna go back to being my good girl? mmh? My angel?"

Your cries get louder as she grinds against your g-spot, "Wanna be your good girl- fuck. please let me cum-"

Bada laughs at you, "Say it again and I'll let you cum."

At this point, your brain is mush. Your body tingles and you can feel one of Bada's hands smooth down your back, pressing between your shoulder blades. She was fucking you into the mattress.

" 'M yours Bada. Your angel, please-"

Bada uses the hand pressing between your shoulder blades and runs it up to your hair, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you against her once more. She leaves feather light kisses on your neck, contrary to her forceful thrusts. She makes it back up to your ear, voice barely above a whisper,

"Cum."

You fall apart at this command, writhing against bada, moaning out so loud that she makes a mental note to apologize to your neighbors the next time she sees them. But she grins nonetheless, loving how you're unraveling against her. Your little fists reach for anything to grab on to, trying to anchor yourself back to reality and bada groans, she loved this. She loved you. And hopefully you remember just how much you love her too.

Once you stop convulsing against her, she gently lays you against the bed, pulling out and taking off her strap. Just as you start to regain clarity, wondering where your girlfriend went, Bada is by your side with a warm cloth, ready to wipe you down. She figures you'll both shower in the morning. You watch as she cleans you up, gentle as ever. Her cheeks have a faint flush to them. her bangs sticking to her forehead. You silently thanked the universe for blessing you with a Bada Lee. As you continue admiring her, you notice her avoiding your eyes altogether. Your brows furrow-

"Bada."

She hums without looking at you.

"Look at me."

She freezes for a second and then continues cleaning you up.

"Bada lee-"

"I can't look at you right now."

you look at her, dumbfounded.

"You just fucked me within an inch of my life and you want to act funny?"

Bada just lets out a dangerous chuckle,

"Unless you want me to pin you back down for round two, I suggest you stop asking me to look at you."

You sit up, hand grabbing her jaw, forcing her to look at you.

"Who said I didn't want to go for a second round?"

#smut #bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee req #bada lee smut #bada lee texts #bada x reader #swf 2 x reader #swf2

[rosepascal]

a call away || Joel Miller x Reader

summary: Your car breaks down and the only person you can call is your cute neighbor

a/n: I got really bored and had car issues today so this fic is born oops

Your finger hovers over the call button of your phone. He told you to call him anytime but it was 2 in the morning and you were stranded in the middle of no where.

Besides he probably only told you that out of courtesy. Just being a nice neighbor and all. You could call a tow truck but nothing is open right now so you'd have to wait till morning.

You could camp out in your car for the night but you were anxious enough already and you doubt you'd be able to fall asleep. You hear a twig snap and you jump. Sighing you press the call button and bring the phone to your ear. It rings a few times before he picks up.

"Hello?" Joel asks groggily.

"Joel, I need your help." You must've sounded scared because Joel perks right up. The tiredness is gone as he asks you what's wrong.

"I'm so sorry but my car broke down, I don't know where I am, its late, I think I'm starting to see things." You ramble on before he cuts you off.

"Darlin' I need you to breathe. Can you tell me where you think you might be?" He says carefully as he turns on his light. Thank goodness Sarah is off at a friends house tonight.

"I got off exit 7a on I-35 for gas and..well I didn't make it." That was a good 40 minutes from his house but he doesn't care.

"Stay in your car, lock your doors and I'll be there soon."

"Wait!" You bite your lip nervously, "Can you stay on the line, I'm scared." You ask shyly. You wait for him to say no but instead he chuckles softly.

"Course I can." Joel gets into his car and keeps you on the line the whole way there.

Somehow you manage to keep a conversation with him. Normally you're a nervous wreck around your handsome neighbor. He's got this charisma about him that makes anyone he talks to melt.

In fact the last time you saw him was when he gave you his number. Sarah was staying at your house for dinner while Joel worked late. When he did show up you served both of them dinner and afterwards he gave you his number. Smiled real nice and told you to call him anytime. Was it flirting? No it couldn't be. Right?

Time flies by and soon enough you see headlights approaching you. You get out of your car the second you see Joel get out of his.

"Thank you so much,"

"Don't mention it, couldn't leave you out here all night." He looks over your car and tries to start it.

"Think somethin' wrong with your battery darlin'" You sigh as you already start to think of the cost.

"How about I take you back home and we'll sort this out in the mornin'." He gently places his hand on your back as you walk to his car. He opens the passenger door and helps you inside.

"I can't thank you enough Joel." You feel bad as you hear him yawn. He's clearly tired and you've woken him up to come get you.

"I don't know how I can repay you." He rests his hand on your shoulder, "Really It's fine. I'm glad you called instead of staying out here all night." Your fingers brush over his hand and you frown when he removes his touch.

The ride back is mostly quiet as you start to drift off. Music plays softly through his radio. Joel glances over at you a few times, taking in how the moonlight shines on your face as you fight to stay awake. Soon he pulls into his driveway. You've lost the battle and are sleeping peacefully against the window. He shakes you gently and you mumble nonsense.

"Come on sleepin' beauty, we're home." Your eyes shoot open as you wake up.

"Shit, I must've fell asleep." You rub your eyes as Joel gets out of his car. You step out and stretch.

"Come on over when you wake up and I'll help ya get back to your car." Joel says as you walk up to your door.

"I don't know how I could ever repay you." Joel thinks for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Go to dinner with me?"

"Huh?" You blurt out before you can think.

"Oh I mean, uh only if you want." Joel starts to backtrack and you quickly interrupt him.

"No I want to, I uh, I really want to." You rub your arm nervously as Joel leans closer to you.

"See you tomorrow then darlin'" He leans in and kisses your cheek. Your brain goes fuzzy at the touch.

"See you uh, tomorrow." you wave goodbye weakly as he walks away.

Once he disappears into his house you lean against your front door. A stupid smile on your face that refuses to go away. You glance at your phone and see time ticking away too slowly for your liking. So you head inside and wait for tomorrow to come.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction

[barzysunflower]

what about a little utah hiking blurb with barzy for the summer series? I just know that man would hike shirtless in slutty 5in inseam shorts and would be the real view to look at the whole time👀

come along the world trip

Can I make this smutty? Please? Please? Oh well I did. I'm sorry I turned into a slut thinking about this.

word count: 1.6k warning: smut!!! 18+

📍utah, usa with mat barzal

Abs. So many abs. This man in front of you had abs for days and you weren't even ashamed to stare. You knew he enjoyed it. From where you were sitting on your big rock taking a break from your hike you could perfectly see the beautiful mountain range and your boyfriend Mat drinking some water. The sunlight hit his chiseled abs and when he squirted some water over himself, he wasn't the only one getting wet.

"You can do more than just look, you know." Mat walked closer to where you were sitting when he saw you staring. His body above you blocked the sun which made it easy to look up at him. His smirk was wide and he wiggled his eyebrows knowingly.

You were in the middle of a hike in Utah, where you were spending a few of days with your friend group. You had rented a big house in the middle of nowhere and just spent your days hanging out by the pool, going hiking or doing some other outdoor activities. Todays hike was long and unfortunately for you you were hiking with mostly professional athletes who were making this look way easier than it was. Didn't help that Mat took his shirt off pretty much right when you started walking and that his tiny shorts kept riding up exposing his thick thighs. Multiple times Mat told you he would be more comfortable if you walked in front of him, but the view of looking up at his ass definitely was worth saying no to him.

"You wish." You patted him on the shoulder as you stood up and followed your group who was done with the water break.

"Wait!" Mat caught up to. "Can't walk faster than me. How else are you supposed to check out my ass?"

He laughed as he made a show of walking faster and sticking his butt out a bit.

"Stop!" But you couldn't help but look and let your mind wander to what you would be doing later on at night in bed. "Mat!"

"Oh, come on, admit it." He turned around and grabbed your outstretched hand to pull you into him. "Admit that you're horny as fuck on this hike," he whispered harshly in your ear as you stumbled backwards.

"Seems to me you're the one that's horny as fuck." He shrugged as he tightened his arms around you and you could feel his erection rub against your lower abdomen. "Huh."

He looked around his shoulder making sure your friends were far enough away and thankfully they just turned a corner. He quickly slammed his lips on yours and pushed his tongue into your mouth for a desperately needed kiss. Who was more desperate in this moment was unclear but you kissed each other with fiery passion. His hands wandered to your ass pulling at you while your hands desperately pulled at his sweaty hair. "Mat! Not here."

"No one is here," he mumbled in between kisses. He moved you further back until your back hit a boulder. "You know you want me to fuck you right here against this rock."

Your core clenched at his words, wanting exactly what he just proposed. Your head was spinning and your entire body tingled with excitement. You never thought you'd be into public sex, you barely liked kissing him for more than a few seconds in public, but right now the idea already had you chasing a release. "Oh god," you moaned as you dug your nails into his scalp. Mat chuckled against your neck, then sucked on it.

"Tell me." He wrapped a hand around your thigh and lifted your leg to wrap around his hip to get a better angle to grind into your core. "Tell me how much you want it, baby."

"Oh, Maty." Your head fell back. "I- I wa-"

"Barzy?! (Y/n)?!" Your friends voice interrupted your moment and you froze.

"Uh- We're okay!," Mat yelled back. "(Y/n) twisted his ankle, we're just taking a break. We'll catch up."

"Good. We were already making bets on whether or not you were fucking based on the way you were eye fucking each other earlier." You both bit your lip to keep from laughing and thankfully the boulder was hiding you from the compromising position you were in.

"Nope, no fucking here."

"You need any help, (y/n)?"

"All good, thanks. Already feels better," you yelled back and pinched Mat in the bicep, trying not to laugh.

"Alright, see you later."

The moment was now ruined, so you took a few moments to collect yourself and then tried to catch up with your friends.

***

"Oh my god!," you screamed as Mat seemed to pick up his pace driving into you. You held on to his shoulders as you threw your head back against the shower wall when your body started to tingle with an orgasm fast approaching.

After you had gotten back from your hike, Mat immediately pulled you into your bedroom and in for a shower where he made up for the moment that was ruined earlier. While the shower wall wasn't exactly a boulder, him fucking you against it had the same effect. The second you were wet enough (both meanings) he hoisted you up against the wall and sat you on his thick thighs and entered you with such force, you thought you were being ripped apart. And that feeling didn't stop as he was gripping your ass and thrusting his thick cock into your tight pussy.

"Fuck, don't stop." Your lips found his neck and wandered up to his earlobe, which you bit into when he hit your g-spot. "Oh, god, I'm gonna cum. Maty!"

"Do it," he grunted. "Cum for me, baby."

Your toes curled and your entire body started shaking as your orgasm washed over you. He set you back down on your feet once you stoped shaking, but he never once stopped touching you. His hands wandered up and down your body, his lips kissing you with such desperation like he was starving. Your hand snuck between you and grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times earning moans and grunts from him that made you wet all over again. Thankfully, he didn't make you wait long. With a swift maneuver, he had you turned around and your hands against the wall.

The water from the rain shower head trickled down on you, a refreshing treat from the extremely hot weather just outside.

"Mathew," you whined, when he didn't immediately touch you, but that was soon remedied when his hand slapped across your ass. You gasped, feeling and reveling in the burn it left. "Again."

He complied, rubbing the area afterward and sliding his fingers through your wet folds. "You like that?" He spanked you two more times before he grabbed and turned on the detachable shower head and handed it to you. He guided it to your waiting and throbbing pussy and with your help angled and held it just above your clit. Your head dropped in pleasure and your muscles already started shaking.

"Oh, fuck yes," you moaned when he gripped your hips and slid his cock in between your folds.

"So fucking horny for me," he groaned, continuously teasing your entrance. "You were really going to let me fuck you against that boulder, huh? My girl."

"Yes. Yours." With one quick thrust he entered you, making you almost lose your balance. Your entire body tingled and waves of euphoria crashed over you with every thrust of his thick cock massaging your core. The water stream against your clit had you shaking and screaming Mat's name so fast you could barely feel the orgasm coming.

"Uh, uh, keep it there," Mat demanded as the shower head started to slip out of your hand and off your clit. The sensation was too much to handle.

"I can't," you answered breathlessly when your orgasm subsided. "Too much."

His hand snuck around your body and grabbed you lightly by your throat pulling you back to meet his chest. "You can handle it, right? You love my cock in this tight pussy of yours, eh?"

All you good do was nod as he whispered into your ear and continued to pump into you. "Good girl. And you're gonna take my cum so well, eh?"

"Yes! I want it." His other hand came to your sore clit that was hurting as he rubbed it quickly to coax a third orgasm out of you. "Oh, god, Maty, I can't-"

Your pussy tightened around him as his swelling cock getting ready for his release. Your hand found the back of his head, pulling at his wet hair. "Fuck, baby. I can't get enough of you."

His hips sped up, sliding impossibly deeper into you as you arched your back for him to do so. And that was what it took for your body to start convulsing in his arms again. Mat's grip around your hip tightened and with a few more hard thrusts he emptied himself inside you with loud grunts. He thrust in, stayed, and then pumped you full of his cum until you felt it began to leak out, getting washed away by the water. He kept releasing while that rush took a hold of your body, miking his cock until you both fell back against the shower wall spent and tired. After catching your breath, Mat pulled you in for a long and tender kiss. "I love you so fucking much."

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Metal Arms and Short Skirts | Bucky Barnes. [1]

summary: waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. while Bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, and you're more than happy to help him.

word count: 5.6k author note: this started as a small, very self indulgent short story that i had no plans of finishing nor posting but here i am. this is also a sort of mini story while write a much longer/ complex story. i hope to have this finished by the end of jan. my inbox is open for prompts to write as small drabbles! enjoy!

outfit reference (because it kinda important, but you can change it if you'd like; this is just for visuals) outfit one and outfit two

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A soft knock at the door echoed and Bucky’s eyes sprung open, making himself aware of his surroundings as he began rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes with his flesh hand. His gaze pans to the small clock, ‘6:00 am’, it read. 

“Buck? You up?” Bucky’s head snapped toward the familiar voice. He called out a quick, muffled response while slipping on some pants. Bucky knotted his eyebrows as he crept towards the door, drowsiness still lingering. A small scowl decorated Bucky’s face, the knock catching him off-guard. Today was a scheduled free for Bucky.

Bucky opened the door to be met with Steve's face, “what is it?” Bucky asked.

“I told you last night, we gotta get to the lab and fix your arm.” Steve replied, eyes glancing at the bent and crushed panels on his forearm. Sparring was fun until Steve throws his shield a little too fast and Bucky is just a little too late to catch or dodge. “And this is the only time today that Tony is free to fix it, so put a shirt on, and let's go.”

Bucky grumbled under his breath at the orders, he wasn't one to sleep in or mess around with his strict schedule but it had been a rough week. A mission went wrong, and a trip to the med wing. Bucky wanted to be just a little self-indulgent and maybe have a late start by choice. He turned and grabbed a black, sleeveless shirt from his closet. Sleeveless made the process a lot easier and he prayed to any god that Tony wasn't going to be a pain in the ass this morning. 

“Ready?” Steve spoke up as Bucky emerged from his room, a quick pat on the shoulder as he nodded in response. 

The two boys walked side by side towards the med wing, this was the 3rd visit to the lab this week, and it was only Thursday. Bucky decided then and there that were a couple of too many times for his liking. He hoped this went by fast. On the way they both ran into a certain black widow, Steve nearly tripped over Natasha as she walked out of the training room. 

“Hey boys, where you headed too?” she spoke as she began to walk with them down the hall, a bead of sweat dripping from her forehead. 

“Last night's match got a little too fast and I accidentally jammed the shield in Buck's arm, headed to Tony to get it fixed real quick,” Steve spoke, Natasha eyed the smashed vibranium.

Natasha's eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Tony’s in DC right now?”

“Huh?”

“Flew out last night, had some emergency meeting. Said it was no big deal.”

Bucky scoffed under his breath. “Well I'm sure someone is there to fill in or Tony would have sent me a message,” Steve said, hopeful as always.

Bucky wasn't sure if he was happier or more annoyed at the fact Tony wouldn't be working on his arm. Pro; it's not tony. Con; it's a stranger– unless Bruce pulls a medical engineering Ph.D. out of his ass, which in full honestly would not surprise anyone too much. 

An elevator ride and too many hallways later, the trio walked toward the lab, no one looked to be inside from the outside, and Bucky peered through the windows. He thought how bad it would be to turn around and go back to bed now, but Steve made everyone walk in– ‘just to check.

It was quiet for a moment, besides the subtle sound of whirring machines. Soon the large lab door slides open, “I'm so sorry I'm late! I'm filling in for Tony, he had a meeting.”

you walked through the door with a large iPad and a couple of books in hand, you set them down on a bench with a loud thud. Natasha said your name surprised, calling your attention to her.

“I didn’t know you were working at the compound, did Tony just transfer you?” she spoke, Bucky and Steve didn’t recognize you but Natasha seemed to be familiar.

You smiled brightly at Natasha, “yes. Tony wants me here permanently instead of California to give Helen a break from traveling here from Korea every time someone gets a bullet wound; which seemed to happen too often. ” you spoke confidently, “I think Tony just wants me closer to him.”

Natasha chuckled softly and rolled her eyes, “oh, I'm sure. I think you are the only one besides Pepper that can make him slow down.”

“Tony? Slow down?” Steve perked up, joking along.

“Yeah because I'm the only one he trusts with his oh-so-precious work,” you spoke sarcastically before turning towards Steve and Bucky, holding your hand out to greet the two super-soldiers. Introducing yourself, Steve spoke your name back to you, and you smiled.

“It's nice to meet you, and don't worry about being late– we just got here.” Steve shook your hand firmly before you turned to Bucky.

You brought your hand up to shake his hand while your eyes widened and filled with curiosity once you saw his left arm, you attempted to hide it, but Bucky noticed it quickly. He shook your hand. “It's nice to finally meet you and work on– I mean with you Mr. Barnes” you stumbled over your words.

“Call me Bucky, please.” Bucky replied, his hand falling back to his side. 

Bucky wore a confused look after he noticed your attire, questioning if you truly were the engineer slash doctor to work on his arm in Tony Starks place. Your hair was done up, you had a tiny, baby-blue shirt on, made out of bunched-up tulle fabric, it was off the shoulder with the sheer tulle fabric puffing up on your sleeves. 

Your skirt was matching and incredibly short and tight, despite the shortness, a small slit was on up your thigh. Bucky’s eyes fell all the way down to the floor, white boots that wrapped tightly around your calves and stopped around your knee. Not missing the huge, chunky heel that definitely gave you a few inches.

Muffled small talk between you and Natasha started as Bucky took a seat next to Steve, you moved confidently around the lab as if you owned it, pulling the specific tools and materials to start working. Bucky watch you curiously and thought despite your utter confidence and bliss, you looked out of place in the lab.

Your outfit felt so out of place; colorful, fun, and playful against the lab scenery. Bucky imagined seeing you on the new york city streets, walking around with a young and trendy outfit, a model-like strut like you owned the city. The usual sight of scientists here had a boring, toned-down outfit, usually under a lab coat. You sported none of that.

“In full transparency Bucky, since you joined the team I've been asking Tony for a while to work with you, I have many ideas for your arm.” He snapped out of his trance once you addressed him, head turned towards Bucky as you ran your hands under the sink. “I hope you're comfortable with that.”

Bucky just shrugged in response, you laughed lightly at his response. “Well then, can you sit over here for me?” you pointed to a lowered workbench in the center of the room, and Bucky plopped down on it next to your books. Natasha took his place next to Steve across from bucky

Natasha spoke up, “Stark get you your own lab yet? I know how you are about your space.”

Your warm laughter filled Bucky’s ears again, he found himself enjoying the sound ringing in his head. “Tony said as long as I get along with everyone and stop blowing things up I could stay– though I think he has no room to speak.” you joked.

“I have no doubts though, he seemed pretty adamant about making me the head of the lab and medical wing here?”

“Impressing everyone as always I see,” Natasha spoke warmly, you scrunched your face up slightly, smiling shyly at the compliment. 

You caught Bucky off guard for a moment once you asked for permission to grab his lower forearm, already one point better than Tony as he usually would just grab it harshly and get to work. “I try my best.”

“It seems you’ve been working with Tony for while, how come I've never seen you around?” Steve asked, he leaned forward with his elbows propped against his knees. Curious eyes placed on you, Bucky knew that look.

A concentrated gaze took over your face, and your tongue stuck out a little on the side as you worked slowly to get the crushed plates out of Bucky’s arm. Bucky took note of your almost perfect nails, they were long and glossy with a baby blue color and gems. Matching your outfit. 

“Well, Tony definitely put me to work so I haven't had much time to catch up with the avengers. I know Natasha when she was “Tony's assistant.’” you snort, throwing your hands up around the assistant. Natasha smirked.

Steve was impressed– to say the least, humming in response. “Tony has taken a liking to me and always finds jobs for me so I’m constantly traveling and working. I've been pretty busy the past few years so it would make sense to have missed you.”

“Oh, and you have like a million Ph.D.’s” Natasha added.

“Only five.”

Natasha throws her hands up dramatically, blowing raspberries in a mocking manner. “only.”

“A very impressive resume.” Steve teased, Bucky couldn’t help but be impressed as well, especially with being so young. He was also impressed at the delicacy of which you worked, your hands were so steady and Bucky could barely notice you working. More points ahead of Stark.

“All that and I don't think I’ve ever seen you in a bad outfit.” Natasha teased, her eyes traveling up your outfit. “Or hair.”

A shy smile grew on your face, “as long as it doesn’t affect my work, the short skirts stay on.” you winked playfully towards Natasha as she rolled her eyes at the gesture. 

“I’m just glad you finally are settling down in one lab, I missed seeing you around.” Natasha smiled fondly at you. “Found a place to stay yet?”

“Yes! I found a nice apartment close by, Tony wanted to give me a room here but I declined,” you said. Natasha put on an overexaggerated frown.

All the crushed panels were gone and the hardware inside was almost put back in place. Natasha and Steve were both in their own bubble, chatting away about some old mission. Bucky sat staring at you and your hands as you worked. His eyes shamefully traveled towards your thighs, your skirt was traveling up and a little bit and more of the skin on your thighs could be seen.

His head snapped away and towards the two avengers when Natasha's phone went off. apparently, Agent Hill needed the two so after a quick goodbye from Steve and a teased, exaggerated wink from Natasha, the two were gone and Bucky was left alone with you. Bucky tried to keep his eyes averted from your thighs or exposed stomach from your cropped top, but the growing redness on his face said otherwise.

“I really do hope to work with you in the future, make some better use of this arm, yeah?” you spoke up, beginning to replace the old panels with new ones, putting them together like puzzle pieces. 

“My arm’s perfectly fine.” Bucky mumbled.

You nodded slowly, “yes, it is. But, it can be improved. I can add some new tech, you know? Make it stronger, more flexible, add some cybernetic defenses or maybe some built-in sensory rays, and build something in like Natasha bracelets, that deliver some powerful electric discharge.”

Bucky listens to you ramble on about his cyborg arm, your face lit up as you talked about all the possibilities. Your hands are still steady at work on the vibranium. “Is all that really necessary?”

“I think it is, considering fighting is your job. But, if you don't think so, I won’t anything, it’s just an idea.” your eyes are still laser-focused on his arm, not looking at you. Bucky’s eyes glanced back down to your thigh. “And extra tech would make your arm so much cooler.”

Bucky scoffed, “this thing is not cool.”

Your eyes finally left his arm and you looked up at Bucky through your lashes, “I think it’s pretty cool” you smiled slightly at him before going back at his arm.

Cool? he doesn't think anyone's ever called his arm cool. Bucky's eyes left you and he looked forward, defocusing and staring off into space. “Anything you want to be changed or added?”

A few snarky responses came to mind but they fell short on Bucky’s tongue. Bucky wasn’t going to respond and let the silence answer for him, but his eyes flashed toward the blood-red color on his shoulders. 

“Maybe get rid of the star.” Bucky sighed, he said it like it was a sacred confession. Shame laced in his tone. Like no matter how hard he tried to redeem himself, or erase his mind of Hydra– the star painted on his shoulder would never let him rid of it all. Like a branding.

You smiled fondly at him from across the lab, with no disgust or fear. An unusual sight recently with every other agent recoiling from his presence by just living. “Yeah, I can do that. Do you like black? I can do black, oh! Or gold, that'd be cool.”

Bucky could only watch in awe as you contiuned to mumble random colors under your breath, fascinated by the fact you could be anything other than afraid of the machine of an arm. Your wheeled chair scooted closer and Bucky could feel like puffy tule fabric against his leg, his eyes averted sideway, towards your body again. Your skirt was making him nervous, how did you wear outfits like this to work every day? 

You had started to notice Bucky’s eyes ghosting over your outfit mid-conversation with Steve, brushing it off then so you wouldn't embarrass the man in front of his peers. But it was starting to bother you now, did your outfit look bad? Was something out of place? 

“Something wrong with my outfit, Mr. Barnes?” 

“Bucky.” he corrected, his eye darted toward you, a red flush growing on his face now that you noticed his lingering eyes. He was a fool for thinking you wouldn't notice. “Your skirt scares me.”

Your hands stopped working, being taken aback by Bucky’s response. You look up at him confused, a sort of dumbfounded look on your face. “I’m sorry?”

“I mean this with no disrespect, but it's just very short…” his sentence trails up, leaving it at that in hopes of not offending you or writing himself off as a creep. His face was flushed with red so he wasn’t sure how convincing it was, “not that I was- uh, looking at you like that”

‘Well,” your eyes fell back on the metal panel, screw in hand. “I might call you a gentleman for caring about my decently.” you teased, Bucky let out a small sigh knowing you didn’t take his concerns the wrong way.

“But don't worry, sergeant. I’m wearing safety shorts under,” you smirked, getting up from your  seat and swiftly pulling your skirt down. “All done! Do your little arm thing.’

Bucky was caught off guard. Eyebrows furrowed in your direction, “how do you know about that?”

“Like I haven't mentioned enough, I’m very familiar with your work. I've seen videos of you fighting, you do that thing where you like spin in to stretch it out.” you laughed, backing up and attempting a half-assed version of imitating him and spinning your arm in a small circle. Bucky stifled back an amused laugh at the sight, pushing back the thought of thinking you looked quite cute doing it. 

Bucky shook his head, cocking it slightly to the right. And did the arm thing. Watching your face as he did it. Weirdly enough, you smiled with amusement at the sight. ‘“Yeah, that thing!” 

“You are very interesting, has anyone told you that?”

“Yes and I’m choosing to take it as a compliment. Now I have to clean up here and get some other things done, you're free to go Mr. Barnes.” you put away the tools and discharged the old metal plates to be melted down for other uses later. 

“Bucky.” he repeated. 

Turning to him with books and iPad in your arms. “Yes, sorry. Bucky.” you smiled at him and walked past him towards the doorway, you practically strutted out of the lab. Calling back at him before leaving. 

“It was wonderful meeting you!” and you were gone with no room to respond. 

Bucky stood slightly dumbfounded and a little… impressed? In the middle of the lab before seeing the text from steve to meet him in the training room, a groan escaped his mouth hoping he could have one off day. 

What made everything worse is that he had to endure a few too many direct hits from Steve and Sam during their sparing session. Bucky'smind had been somewhere else for the past few hours, puzzled since usually a good training sesh would help him tap out of everything. But his mind seemed plagued with you.

 The way you spoke about his arm like it was the most amazing thing ever like it hadn’t been the cause of so many deaths. Your complete and utter confidence in your every move and sound. Your outfit, your skirt, and the way it kept riding up your thighs. 

Bucky needed a nap.

******

The commons room was close to silent, weirdly silent. it was midday and Bucky sat on a chair, close to a window with his head down into a book. Sam sat close to Steve at the bar, with small and soft chatter. Wanda and Clint were lazily sprawled across the couch, some movie or sitcom playing silently, yet still creating the most noise in the room. The occasional hearty laugh comes from Steve or Sam as they converse competing with the television. 

A few chapters later of Bucky’s book the soft sound of a familiar heels clicking entered the quiet common room. His eyes attempted to stay on the pages but curiosity got the best of him and Bucky raised his head slowly to look at you, you were standing close right next to Sam and Steve talking about something. Steve had that big goofy smile on his face and Sam was shaking your hand, Bucky assumed this was the first time Sam has met you. 

Your outfit was more mellow than his last interaction with you. A white high-neck tank top hugged your body and another very short black denim skirt that had pleads in it. Over all of that was crocheted black sweater, it hug low and off your shoulder. It looked so thin and the loops so big, bucky pondered on why you were even wearing it. Sam laughed loudly and Bucky wondered what was so funny.

A gasp came from Wanda and her eyes widened in your direction. “Oh my god! Your boots are so adorable!” everyone's head turned to the redhead as she got up from the couch frantically to get a closer look at your knee-high, skin-tight boots. “Are those the steve madden boots? I've heard they're a pain to get on?”

You laughed and Bucky got whiplash, he forgot how nice it sounded. Rolling onto your heels as you looked down at your boots, looking back up at Wanda with a soft smile. “Yeah, they are” Clint's head was now perked up and everyone in the room now had their eyes on you. You didn’t falter under their gazes. “And yes, squeezing my claves into these should count as a physical exercise.”

“I've been trying to find some forever, they've been sold out everywhere,” Wanda said. “They look amazing on you!”

A large smile grew on your face and Bucky swears he saw a sliver of shiny metal shine above your top set of teeth, as it’s said curiosity kills the cat and he was already up from his chair to investigate. Quiet footsteps brought him close beside Steve. 

“What’s up, cyborg.” Sam greeted him and Bucky shrugged back a mumbled nothing. Wanda was still gushing about your outfit and Bucky was trying not to look like a total creep staring at your face to see what was in your mouth. 

“Party going on here or something? Without me too, I’m offended.” Clint joined the circle around the bar. Your head perked in his direction. 

A few loud steps toward Clint as your finger swiped at your iPad. “Mr. Barton, I have some new arrow designs for you! I got pretty impressive ones courtesy of Dr. pym.” as you spoke to Clint, you were much closer to Bucky now, maybe he was staring too hard. He watched your lips move, noticing the metal ring sat above your top row teeth, resembling something of a bull ring. Bucky's eyebrows furrowed slightly. 

“Pym? Isn't he the one that made the suit for that dude that can shrink and get big?” Sam spoke up. You stifled a laugh, shaking your head.

“Your talking about Scott Lang right? Dr. Pym likes to call him Ant-man.” you corrected Sam swiftly. “I worked with Dr. Pym briefly years ago, he owes me a few favors so now Clint gets some cool arrows.” 

“Hell yeah!” Clint said.

“Alright I have to head to the lab soon, I got some new tech for you too Sam so I expect both you and Clint to meet me there tomorrow to play around with it” you pointed your index finger toward sam with a coy grin on your face. 

Sam's eyebrow perked up, “i thought you were a doctor? Like Helen?” he asked with his arms crossed across his chest.

“For your information, I have a very impressive engineering resume. Tony wouldn’t like me so much if I just treated bullet wounds.” grin was still apparent on your face as you spoke. Your sheer confidence intimidated Bucky, whether he’d admit that to himself or not. 

“I have to head out now, it was a pleasure meeting you guys.”

Everyone except Bucky said a short goodbye as your clicking heels faded into the distance slowly. Wanda practically skipped back to the couch to watch her sitcom. Bucky must have been staring too hard because he earned a harsh nudge to his side from Sam. “Dude, you got a bad staring problem.” 

“What?” his eyebrows still furrowed, the creases around his forehead accentuated more. 

“Bucky, you were staring at her lips the moment you walked over here,” Steve added, eyebrows raises and a teased look across his face. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“She had– like something…” Bucky trailed off, motioning his index finger toward his mouth, trying to find the words to describe whatever was in your mouth. “It looked like a ring or something.”

“It's a smiley piercing.”

Bucky winched, “why would it be there though?”

A quick laugh came from Sam as he playfylly slapped his shoulder. “Man, you really are old.”

An offended look grew on Bucky’s face but before he could protest against Sam or send a snarky comment back, Clint spoke up. “Maybe he's just saying that to cover up for thinking she's cute.” Clint teased Bucky, a shit-eating grin across his face. 

“Whatever,” Bucky spoke, deciding his time of relaxing was over and he needed to hit the gym before dinner. 

But before he could leave the room a quick yell from Clint could be heard, “the robots not denying it!” 

Bucky didn’t say anything to entertain that comment. Continuing his way to the gym, followed by a grunt and a quick roll of his eyes. He totally is not thinking of you or your outfits.

*****

It was early morning and the smell of buttermilk pancakes filled bucky’s nostrils, reminding him slightly of when his Ma would cook for him and Steve after a sleepover. But instead, it was Sam making the pancakes, swaying ever so slightly on his feet as he hums to some song. Steve sat next to him with a newspaper in hand. Natasha joined their breakfast a little late, having just come back from a mission. 

Sam handed him a plate of food and it didn’t take long for him to finish it and put the empty plate back in the sink to be cleaned later. Steve piped up, “anyone wants to join me on my run this morning? Sam?”

Sam turned the stove off and put away the dirty mixing bowl, “Nah man, I gotta head outside soon and test out that new tech with Clint”

Natasha's head perked up in interest, asking Sam if he was meeting you. A quick nod and hum in agreement.

“She refuses to tell me what she did to my wings, said it has to be a surprise.” he grinned. Bucky has started to notice the way you’re becoming a prominent member of this ‘team’, with your name seemly popping up in every conversation somehow. 

Everyone was growing to like you more and more. Bucky could understand why that is but so much about you was so unknown, curiosity filled his mind whenever he thought about you. That is, he totally doesn't spend his off time thinking of you.

“I’m more than positive that girl is going to have ahold of the entire team’s tech by the end of the month,” Natasha spoke. “She’s beyond impressive in her element.” 

Bucky thought of a stupid idea for a moment, not being able to hold himself back. “Can I come with?” Bucky asked Sam.

Everyone's head perked towards the brunette, the looks across everyone’s face could only be described as udder amusement but also confusion. 

“I mean, I don't see why not.” Sam shrugged, almost unsure of his answer. 

Natasha scoffed playfully. “I think Clint was right.” 

“What?” Bucky spoke.

“Clint thinks you have a crush on her.” Natasha spoke, sporting an amused grin. “said, and I quote, ‘he was staring at her and her lips like his life depended on it.’”

An almost offended look grew on Bucky’s face, “was not”

Natasha just shrugged, but still wore a smirk on her face as he watched Bucky leave the kitchen next to Sam. Steve's eyes were still locked onto his newspaper like the old man he is but Natasha couldn't contain herself. 

“Can you tell when bucky’s interested in people?” she asked Steve.

Steve thought for a moment, “I mean back then he would talk sweetly to any girl he could get on the dance floor, but now. I’m not so sure.” 

Natasha hummed in response. “I don't know though, bucky was giving her some looks in the lab and also in the common rooms yesterday,” Steve added quickly.

“Interesting.”

On the other side of the building, Sam and sucky walked side by side as they approached the entrance to the training yard. With the shining sunlight hitting their faces, Bucky kinda wished he grabbed sunglasses. 

You and Clint stood in the middle, a couple of meters away from some targets, assuming your arrow test runs have already started. Your head perked towards the two avengers and a warm smile grew on your face as you brought your hand up to shield your eyes from the sun. 

“Hey guys!” you yelled, waving your hand in their direction. Bucky was surprised to see you in just a plain black t-shirt and shorts, your shorts were still very short. But at this point that didn’t surprise him. You greeted the both of them, with a notepad in your hands. “goodmorning” 

“Alright, watcha got for me doc.” Sam started right into it, jokingly rubbing his hands together in greed.

You laughed softly, “we’ll get to you when it's your turn.’

“I’m excited to see Clint use his Pymarrows.” you turned towards Clint with eyes full of pure desire. Bucky might just have a staring problem or he might have just thought you kinda did look cute. 

You pulled a few sets of arrows out of a case and started to ramble on about them, using terms bucky wished he understood. “Okay Clint, you’re going to shoot this arrow up high so the arrow hits straight into the ground, far away from us though.”

You pulled a second arrow out, “and then shoot this one forward right after that so they meet in the air, do you understand? Can you do that?”

Clint nodded yet had a confused look on his face. “Yes, but what's gonna happen?

“You’ll see,” you spoke with a sly smirk, the look on your face concerned the three men. Even more, after a mumbled ‘tony is going to kill me’ escaped your lips.

Clint positioned himself to shoot the arrow high up, and it went up. Next, grabbing the second one from you and swiftly getting in the correct position to hit the first one mid-air, letting the arrow go and as it flew threw the air and came in contact with the first one, Bucky (along with the rest of the group) breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.

 Tony was so going to kill you.

“Holy shit.” Sam breathed out.

The first arrow Clint shot grew ten times its size. hitting straight into the lawn, probably leaving a meter-wide hole as it stood up straight into the air, the height of an old tree. Bucky had to crane his head up to see the top. The three boy’s mouths gaped open at the sight while it looked like you were going to burst from excitement.

“Yes! It worked!” you jumped up and down, dramatically throwing your fist in the air like a child. “That's so fucking cool!”

“Oh my god” was the only thing Clint could say, muttering under his breath with his bow still in his hands. “I feel like I’m not responsible enough for this”

Bucky realized why Natasha spoke so highly of you now, he was utterly impressed and his curiosity only grew larger at this moment. He let out a breath and realized he was in for it now. 

Bucky found somewhere to sit as he watched you work on arrows and other technology as Clint practiced with a plethora of trick arrows. Seeing the look in your eyes as you explain how they worked or watching your invention sparked something in Bucky, you looked like you were glowing. 

Bucky continued to keep close eyes on you while you explained to Sam his new technology, it was also nice seeing Sam's face light up as he tested all his new features, you definitely were having an effect at the compound.

“Hah, soon enough I'll be able to take you easily, Barnes.” Sam snarked towards Bucky.

“In your dreams, Wilson.” a soft smile rose to Bucky’s face. You notice and realized that was the first time you had seen Bucky’s smile.

Sam went back to fly around, testing his new cruise configurations or new thrusters. You were standing closer to Bucky now, your head turned to him. “You should do that more often,” you spoke softly in his direction.

“What?” Bucky’s head turned to see you looking fondly down at him.

“Smile, your smile is nice.” 

Bucky didn’t say anything, he was more than sure a slight red tint grew to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He panned his head back to Sam, beginning to fidget by playing with the grass on the ground beside him like a small child. You soon joined Bucky, sitting next to him on the ground.

The awkward silence between the two of you killed Bucky, his head panned back over to you soon enough. You were writing down what Bucky assumed to be notes, your tongue slightly sticking out at the corner in concentration. He noted the plainness of your outfit again.

“No cool outfit today?” Bucky asked innocently

Your eyes met his and he crumbled, you smiled so brightly toward him. “You think my outfits are cool?” you spoke, you aren’t going to lie and say you weren't basking in the validation from the super-soldier. You spent too much time and money on your outfits for people to not amend you for it. You felt slightly giddy, today was a good day.

Bucky shrugged in response, fumbling over his words slightly. Losing his focus while you gave him such a look. “I mean, uh– yeah, they're a lot, but they're cool…”

Smooth, so smooth james.

“Thank you,” you said, going back to writing down notes. Bucky let out a breath. “I’m taking advantage of the compounds gym so I don't have to pay a membership at a public one anymore. I came from a workout before this.”

Bucky just nodded and hummed in agreement. Clint cleaned up his arrows and took one last amused look at the still very large arrow sticking out the front of the ground. 

“You gonna take care of that or..?” 

You giggled under your breath, squinting your eyes to look up at Clint. “Yeah, I’ll shrink it down and explain to Tony why theirs a big hole in the ground later. You can go if you’d like, I’ll drop off extra trick arrows later.”

You smiled warmly at Clint and grabbed the rest of his stuff before bidding you goodbye, “tell birdy I said bye, see you later lovebirds!” Clint shouted out as he headed for the doors. You shook your head at the teasing comment. 

Bucky just felt more warmth spread to his ears.

#bucky x reader #bucky fic #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #winter soldier #bucky barns x you #marvel fanfiction #marvel #james buchanan barnes

[aspoetssay]

that tiktok about fulfilling whims from the book of life inspired this—

pairing: alejandro vargas x f!reader

warnings: alejandro calling you sweet names, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, switch!alejandro, curse words, pinv, minors dni! also I’m horrible at writing smut so that’s that and English is not my first language

p.s. I'm shadowbanned on my main account @bemyawakening for no reason, so I created this one as a backup!

It wasn’t like Alejandro to keep that kind of distance from you. It surprised you that your foolish little prank worked on him and he was refraining from putting his hands on you; keeping his distance.

His hands were always on you, his lips were reaching for your skin, his warmth was soothing you. As a shadow, he provided you, fed your love language and now he was keeping his distance from you.

Precisely a meter away from him, you could feel his presence. Innocently, you tried to ignore the fact that his hands weren’t on your hips already. Fuck—you didn’t think he will take this seriously, but now you had to hold on.

As a joke, really, you told him that you’d do anything he wished if he’d refrain from touching you. Anything. And something clicked inside of that man’s head that he was giving you those eyes before breakfast.

His hot stare was burning your skin. It was harder to focus on preparing a new batch of coffee and mixing the batter for pancakes when he was just watching you.

“Morning, my love,” you acknowledged his presence. “No morning kiss, mh?”

You heard him chuckle. He always complained that you were a tease—it wasn’t a real complaint. As much as he claimed to suffer, he enjoyed it. You knew that. And you shamelessly used that against him. This stupid little competition was proof of it.

“Not today, corazón,” he rasped out. Fuck—his voice always made your heart pump faster. The rasp was so raw, making the hairs on your body stand and a wave of pleasure move down you. “You and your little games.”

“You don’t have to play them.” You slightly turned around, pressing your bum to the counter, giving yourself the opportunity to look at your fiancée.

You regretted doing so because the man was such a teasing persona as well and you couldn’t get enough of him. You didn’t know why you came up with this challenging stuff when your breath was taken away whenever you saw him. But you won’t back down.

His whole body was inviting you—he wanted you to come to him. Back leaned against the wall, sweatpants hanging low, showing that happy trail of black hairs moving down, making you lick your lips unconsciously. The Special Forces toned his body nicely and you never backed down from eyeing him—God, he was so fucking handsome.

“Regretting your own decisions, no?” His voice was undressing you. His voice was leaving you bare and needy. His voice was so fucking close to bringing you down on your knees.

You were. “What decision, my love? M’just trying to make some breakfast. Promised me we’ll have a lazy Sunday.” You knew he could see right through you, so you continued with making the breakfast, starting to enjoy that he was watching you.

Taking the opportunity that he was looking at you, you opened the wall cabinet in front of you, tip-toeing and reaching your hand up to grab the maple syrup that was on the highest shelf. The action made your nightgown ride up your ass and show the bare skin to him which was covered in small bruises from a few nights before.

You heard him take in a sharp breath - no panties. Smirking, you closed the wall cabinet and proceeded to prepare the breakfast. He could leave the room, but he decided to stay and for that, you will make him suffer just a little bit.

Baking the pancakes, you were quiet, knowing he was watching and waiting when you will break your innocent act—your ass was on display. Turning around, you were met with his lustful stare—his pupils overtaking the dark brown of his lovely irises. His toned chest was rising with every breath he took; huh, he really had some patience.

“Why don’t we finish what we started?” His accent was making you swoon. Spanish wasn’t your native language and you have picked the basics because of him, but little did he know that you had been studying when he was out on the missions in order to surprise him one day with fully understanding him.

Alejandro came closer to you, keeping proximity between you two of a few centimetres—not touching. Raising your chin to meet the eyes of the taller man, you softly smiled, slightly shaking your head: “What did we start, mh?”

The man chuckled—he knew how stubborn you were and loved that about you. Slowly, he grabbed the end of your nightgown, pulling it down to cover your bum, not touching your skin. The thought of him almost touching you made you light-headed. He was too close, but not close enough and the need to press your hands into his biceps and pull him closer made you shiver.

That man was a devil. He played your game nicely.

His action made you slightly move back, your ass hitting the countertop, but he followed your movement - keeping the few centimetres between you two.

“Just touch me, Alejandro.” You batted your eyelids. His Adam’s apple moved down and up slowly. He was unwrapping you with his stare. It was too hot in the kitchen.

Sometimes you forgot he was a soldier and he had restraint. “You’ll do anything if I’ll win your little game, corazón. I can’t lose.”

A smirk tugged on your lips. “What is it that you have in mind?”

His smirk only deepened, visibly his eyes moving down to your cleavage, his breathing quickening. The man in front of you was a sin. He’ll wreck you if he wins. You knew well he was able to make sure you won’t walk for a few days.

“It’ll ruin the surprise, no?” His voice was angelic, but his demeanour was far from it.

It was your chance. You turned off the stove and you moved closer, not touching him still. Tilting your head, you met his eyes. “Touch me.” It was more of a demand than a beg. “Cumpliré tus caprichos.” You promised and watched the way his self-control snapped in two. “Todos tus caprichos.”

He loved the way you spoke Spanish, the way your tongue rolled when you pronounced the words—you were a natural. And he had no idea you were capable to say something like this in Spanish. Instead of questioning how, his resistance broke into pieces.

His hands found your body, pushing you to him. His hands fit your body perfectly—you were perfect and now you were this close to getting him whimpering. “Mhm,” he hummed, pushing his palms underneath your nightgown, pushing you closer to the wall, and keeping eye contact. “Eso suena—“ he gulped, processing your words, “eso suena divino.”

Stroking the curve of your waist, you could feel his hard-on against your thighs and you licked your lips in pure lust and victory. Something clearly snapped inside of him when you said that and he was holding back.

You didn’t want him to hold back. “Alejandro.” There was a wicked glint in your eyes and he knew he was fucked. “Tócame.”

Every restraint just snapped apart as if it was made out of paper. His strong hands grabbed you, a primal sound leaving his throat from the depths of his chest—you were just in the kitchen, and now your back hit the bed.

“Oh Dios mío,” he mumbled, his hands softly moving down to your knees as you pushed them closer to you. “Spread your legs, princesa, let me see you.”

Complying, you showed yourself in all your glory, feeling so fucking small when he was starting you like that. He was going to destroy you and you were going to welcome it—only if you wouldn’t have won.

That’s why, when he softly stroked your thigh, you slowly moved up, grasping him by his shoulder to pull him closer to you. “I won.” You reminded him, your arms wrapping around his neck. “So be a good boy and sit down for me, mh?”

Smirking against your lips, he complied. Now you were the one standing in front of him as he was sitting. Simply, you pushed the straps of your nightgown down your shoulders, letting the material fall on the carpet beneath you, receiving a breath from him.

“Eres bonita—fuck,” he breathed out, moving his eyes up and down your body.

Coming closer, you straddled him, feeling his clothed dick pressing on your inner thighs, making you lick your lips. And God—the sight of him looking at you through half-closed eyelids made you want to make him a mess. Fuck him slowly and sensually. Make him drunk on you.

Your bodies moved like magnets. Your lips moved down his neck, fingernails gently tracing his back, making him lean back just a bit. It was heavenly—the taste of his skin was melting on your tongue, filling your lungs with his musky scent, pheromones directed at you. His palms were massaging your body, pressing you closer, trying to create any type of friction between the two of you.

“Come on, baby, behave,” you mumbled against his skin, nuzzling your nose at the bruise you left on his collarbone. Receiving a small whine from him, you chuckled against his skin, pushing your hands down his chest, scraping your nails on his toned stomach.

Pushing your hand into his sweatpants, you grabbed ahold of his dick—it was leaking with pre-cum, slightly throbbing in your hand, his hips moving in ghost movements to get any type of friction. Slicking his pre-cum down his length, your touch gentle and slow, left him impatient. You could see how he was battling to just now throw you on the bed and fuck your brains out, but the anticipation got him locked in his seat.

You raised just enough to pull his sweatpants down before straddling him again. As you pulled him into a messy kiss, you earned a little moan from him as you moved your wet folds on his pulsating dick, coating him with your wetness. The kiss was full of teeth, messy and whiny. The desperation of the two of you was making you breathless and as you pulled away, a string of saliva connect you two, making you share a look with him.

Pushing out your tongue, you broke the string that connected you two, watching the way his eyes ended on your lips. He was breathless and aching for you—and you were taking too damn long to just—

Feeling the familiar grip on your thighs tighten on you - you breathed out a chuckle. He wasn’t a patient man, not when it came to you slowly moving on his dick as if you meant to torture him. “Princesa.”

It was a warning. A warning that your pretty little head will be buried in the sheets as he will take what he wants. But the warning only made you bubble with pure sin, wanting to bring him down the edge—fuck, you wanted him to beg.

“Don’t even think about it,” you warned him, grinding harder against him. Receiving a hiss from him, you could see that you were challenging him.

“You’re being a tease,” he mumbled, a small whine leaving his mouth as you stopped moving your hips on his. His hands cupped your breasts, gently kneading them as he watched you—you two always fought about who will be on top. And as much as he loved being taken care of, he knew that you will be cruel because you won.

“Ask nicely and I’ll give anything you want. I promised, didn’t I?” You innocently fluttered your eyelashes as you grabbed his length and pushed the throbbing tip between your folds.

His nostrils flared, hips moving slightly up as an impulse, but you expected that and slightly moved up. “Princesa,” he gulped, eyes moving down to look at your pretty plump thighs. “I need you—oh, carajo—“ he hissed as you pushed the throbbing tip inside of you, stretching your velvety walls deliciously, but going no further.

The stretch was welcomed, it made you feel warm and giddy. “You can ask better. Can’t you?”

The primal instinct has already kicked in—the need to slap his hips up and meet your body was so tempting. He needed you like air. He needed your tight walls squeezing him, leaving him craving for more. It made him feel frustrated— “Por favor,” he gritted out, his mind plagued by the pleasure of you, by the cruelty of you, by the aching desire for you. “Por favor—please, just go down—“

Satisfied with his unfinished blabbering, you sank down on his cock completely, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. He was too big—but you welcomed his dick inside you any time. The stretch was burning, and your walls were pulsating against him—panicking, wanting him out, but you sat on him. Your ass completely pressed on his lap as he lost his thought in the middle of the sentence.

He always took his time with you, stretching you out with his fingers, making you cum on his mouth a few times before penetrating you. That’s why this straightforward movement left him choking on the end of his sentence, making him fight with the urge to cum in your right there and at that moment.

Leaning slightly back, you inhaled deeply as you slowly moved up and down, setting your pace. That man was so taken aback by the unexpected stretch that he was just getting mesmerised by the way your breasts were bouncing in front of his eyes. It was unexplainable how quickly your touch, your body, your voice made his brain get shortcutted. All he could think about was the way you were getting off on him. The way your little, pretty fucking moans were better than anything he has heart. The way your slightly knitted your eyebrows from the aching stretch—pornographic really. Too sensual.

Your pace was quickening—his grunts echoing through the room. His hands gripped your thighs harder, trying to slightly meet your pace, but it was all too much—your sensual moans were making him lose coherent thoughts, focus on the way how warm you were, your wet pussy making pretty sounds meeting his hips.

He grew impatient. Wanted more. He was greedy. Moremoremoremore—

“Fuck—princesa—I—“ he breathed out, slightly zoning out as he grunted as you moved harder on him. His grip on your thighs will leave pretty marks that he will kiss every night before sleep, but all he could think of was that he wanted more.

Already shifted slightly to the edge, planting his feet steadily on the carpet, he was ready to fuck you properly—but you sat on him completely, piercing him with your gaze. The lack of movement made him huff out, mouth slightly falling open as he was getting so close to filling your pretty little pussy.

Suddenly, you raised from his lap, moving away from him with a wicked grin on your face. “You just never learn, do you?” Your tone was a sin. You were up to no good. Instead, you walked beside him, crawling into the bed beside him and spreading your legs as you turned around.

The smell of sex was entering his lungs and he was regretting his choices—you little teasing minx.

Your legs were spread right in front of him as he shifted in his seat, to face you. The glistering of your wet pussy was making him throb painfully—you looked so pretty. His eager eyes watched the way you brought two fingers into your mouth, gently sucking them and pulling them out with a pop.

Moving your fingers to your clit, you let out a soft moan, making him lose his mind. His hand moved to his cock, but you flicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, giving him a glare:

“I’ll tie your hands if I have to, Coronel.”

You calling him by his rank only made him grumble in his chest, already thinking that the lazy Sunday that you two planned will quickly turn into a fucking session that will leave you a blabbering mess. But you, taking control always was welcomed by him—it was the way your voice became authoritative that was making him feel so good.

He was so used to giving the commands that your commands were making him frustrated, but very very turned on. That’s why, he grinned, leaning back to the wall and keeping his hands slightly up as if showing that he is giving up. “Sí, señora.”

Satisfied with his answer, you continued displaying him pure torture. The sounds leaving your mouth were sinful as your two fingers were disappearing in your folds all the way in. He knew it wasn’t enough, he knew you couldn’t pleasure yourself well with your fingers, you couldn’t reach the little sweet spot, but he couldn’t force himself to disobey you.

You looked so fucking pretty. Glistering in a little layer of sweat, cheeks slightly pink as your mouth was slightly opened. So close, you were so close and he could see it. The way your hips slightly rolled, meeting the movement of your fingers, the way you squeezed your breasts and all of that while maintaining eye contact.

Lustful fucking eye contact.

“Good boy,” you breathed out, coming closer to your high. But it wasn’t enough—you needed more, you needed him. And he could see that.

He could see the way you were gripping the blanket with your free hand, trying to roll your hips faster, but it wasn’t enough. Ever since you met him—your fingers, nothing was enough. He destroyed you. He made you addicted to him. And that left him satisfied.

“Come on, princesa, I can see you struggling,” he softly cooed, trying to ignore that the ache in his dick, the angry red tip of his leaking creamy pre-cum just from watching her. “I’ll be good. Promise.”

Letting out a small whine of dissatisfaction, you complied and moved towards him. He slowly moved down, laying on the bed, helping you straddle him. He was too excited and when you moved down on his dick he grunted as you softly trailed your fingers on his stomach and leaned back, starting to pleasure herself properly on him.

Pretty—so pretty. He only chanted your name, as he watched the way your body moved on his, watched the way you chased your pleasure. You were fucking yourself on him and he loved every second of it. The way your hair was falling forwards, your fingers rubbing your clit as you closed your eyes as you spasmed on his dick, coating it with your climax.

“Good girl,” he hummed beneath you. You already felt so fucked out, so shaky from the adrenaline and the lust that you didn’t notice the sly glint in his eyes.

But he slightly pushed his knees up, raising you just a bit before he started to thrust up into you, his balls hitting your sensitive clit, making you gasp out in pure surprise. Your words got stuck in your throat as you tried to breathe in properly—too sensitive, too fucked out, too big, too big, too big. You could swear he was bruising your cervix from this angle and that made you slightly zone out.

Watching the way your fucked out body was getting wobbly, he sat up, placing his hands on your waist as his thrusts slowed down. “Hey—hey,” he softly hummed. “Eyes on me.” He demanded, meeting your teary eyes.

So sensitive—already? He didn’t have to do anything.

“Alejandro,” you whined slightly, not needing to say the words as he knew you were sensitive, your thighs slightly shaking on his.

Was he a bit unhinged that this turned him on even more? “Aw, princesa,” he softly cooed, cupping your face, placing a soft kiss on your lips, feeling the way you became putty in his hands. “You said something about—cumpliré tus caprichos, no?” He recited his words, that smirk tugging on his lips. “Well, mis caprichos start from filling you so full of my cum to leaving you a little, beautiful blabbering mess. Think you can live up to your words?”

That man was a sin. He had the stamina to ruin you. You wanted for him to touch so bad that you forgot about the countless nights he has fucked you until the mornings until you were cock-dumb.

“Words, mi amor,” he softly stroked your thighs, watching the way you zoned out before you met his gaze.

Sealing your lips together, you softly gave into the warmth of his body, humming and welcoming him. “I’d be disappointed if you wouldn’t take what’s promised.”

A little burst of laughter echoed through the bedroom, him cupping your face as his pupils widened slightly. “I can’t wait to wreck your little body so you’d stop with your silly games.”

“I know you like them,” you murmured against his lips.

Oh, he did. Laughing against your lips, he pecked them, humming softly. So in love with you that he’d give you the world. But first, he had to make sure he will live up to his words. His whims had to be fulfilled.

#sunnywrites! #call of duty #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas fic #alejandro vargas x you #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas smut #alejandro mw2 #call of duty imagine #call of duty x reader #alejandro x you #alejandro x reader #alejandro smut

[wolfiesmoon]

Chip bag

Itadori x fem!reader

So today on the train ride home me and my classmates were talking about boys...

(This is inspired by real life events in case u couldnt tell lmaooo)

"How did you guys meet?" Your friend asked your classmate sat across from you. You reached into your bag of chips absentmindedly, also curious to hear her story.

"Me and my boyfriend met for the first time at the park. Sometimes I go biking there, you see. He saw me one day and really wanted to ask for my number." She started, your friend and another classmate nodding along. "He ended up getting scared and not doing it, but he waited in the park every day, hoping I would show up again until I did!" your classmates made an "awww" noise at her little story.

"How about yours?" She passed on the question to her friend. "Ohhh, you guys know that summer camp that everyone here goes to?" everyone nodded along again, your chip bag making a crumpling noise as you pulled out another chip.

"I met him there, basically. What about you?" She asked your friend, sat next to you. "Oh, we started talking over social media because we had mutual friends and it kind of evolved from there."

You couldn't really add much to the conversation, considering you have no boyfriend, but if there's one thing you can say...

"Hey, why don't you guys set me up with someone?" You said jokingly, nudging your friend's shoulder. "Hahah, I can do that easily." Your friend smiled back at you.

"But, then again..." you took out another chip, "I kind of want to just, meet someone on my own, I guess. Like you know how in those romantic comedies, they bump into eachother and then it all escalates from there? Like that."

"How often does that actually happen to people, though?" The girl sat across you questioned. You shrugged, smiling to yourself.

The conversation continued, with you listening in, when suddenly-

"Hey, can I have one, please?" You were surprised to hear a guy's voice by your side, looking up from your seat to get a better look at him.

He had salmon colored hair and two strange creases under his wide brown eyes. You immediately got the vibe of "cheerful, approachable guy" from him.

"Ah, oh, sure." You realise you were probably staring at him for a little too long, raising your bag higher so he can take out a few chips. He did so, thanking you and going back to his seat, where two people wearing the same uniform were waiting for him.

Huh, must be his classmates.

Wait, why are you even still looking at him? You quickly look away to find your classmates trying to supress their giggles. "What...?" You ask, slightly confused.

"Hahaha, speaking of romantic comedy encounters..." one of them half-whispered. Oh. Oh.

"Imagine your kids ask you "Hey mom, how did you meet dad?" And then you just say "He asked me for chips one time", hahahah..." another added.

"Hey, we're basically strangers, don't marry us and give us kids in your head." You scolded, crossing your arms. But you couldn't lie, even though you barely exchanged any words, he did have a charm about him. You glanced at him again, thinking about what just happened.

"So, the math professor freaking LOST it." You snapped out of it, putting your focus back on your classmates. Your classmates have already stopped giggling by now, moving on to the next daily topic.

You tried not to keep looking to him, secretly hoping that this might not be your first and final interaction.

.

"You couldn't ask her for her number, could you?" Nobara crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at Yuuji's defeated expression.

He simply shook his head no. "This is exactly why you can't get a girlfriend." Nobara huffed, looking out the window.

"Listen, you'll get another chance, you'll meet her again soon enough. I'm only saying this so you won't be all sad and heartbroken on our mission, by the way." Megumi leaned on his palm, sighing.

"Just say you care, you idiot." Nobara also sighed.

"I hope I do meet her again." He said after a bit of silence, glancing back at you as you stood at the train doors, about to exit on your stop.

Hopefully you go on this train every day.

#˗ˏˋ ★ ♡ 「Wolfie’s other works」 ♡ ★ ˎˊ˗ #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #jjk itadori #itadori x reader #itadori x you #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji x you #fem reader

[kazumist]

EPISODE 5 ♡ EMERGENCY CONTACT

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / timestamp doesn't matter

kunikuzushi got up from his seat immediately. luckily, the professor for this class hasn't arrived so attendance isn't noted yet. leaning towards the guy next to him, venti, kunikuzushi asked him a favor. "can you tell our prof that i suddenly got diarrhea? i need to run an errand real quick."

venti, although confused as to the sudden favor, still agreed, and kunikuzushi swiftly made his way to the clinic. it didn't matter to him if he accidentally bumped into others; what matters for him is getting you as fast as possible.

as soon as he arrived, he knocked first before going in. "good afternoon, where are they?" he asks the clinic nurse, trying to catch his breath. she then led kunikuzushi to the bed you were resting in and informed him that you fainted due to a lack of sleep and meals. 

"(name), get up," he says in a soft voice—a voice that he only used for you.

"nini?" you replied, your eyes still half-closed and your body slightly turned in his direction.

it was a pang to his chest, but he paid it no mind because he had to get you home. "let's go home, hm? you're burning up here," he says, gently pressing his palm against your forehead and smoothly sweeping some strands of hair out of your face.

"i can't walk; my whole body hurts." you covered your head with the pillow you were lying on. kunikuzushi softly sighs at you. you never really changed after everything, huh?

"come on, i'll give you a piggyback ride, just like the old times."

with you on his back, kunikuzushi made his way to the parking lot, where his car was. but as he was carrying you there, he heard you slightly mumble something.

"nini? don't leave me."

he sighs again and whispers. "you were the one who left me, dummy."

it's been a few minutes since he started the drive to your place. you peacefully slept on the passenger seat when you suddenly got woken up by a bumpy road.

"kuni?" you say, rubbing your eyes a bit.

"hmm? oh, you're awake." kunikuzushi glances at you for a quick moment before he focuses back on the road. "before you ask, i'm taking you home because you got sick."

oh. there was a slight disappointment when you heard him. "can we go to your place instead? your bed is... softer."

kunikuzushi knows he can't say no to you—maybe that's why he couldn't bring himself to disagree with you when you wanted to break up back then.

"fine," he sighs.

"don't you have class today?" you asked him.

"that doesn't matter anymore."

"huh? yes, it does. we're literally exes, so why are you like this?"

"it doesn't matter if you've broken up with me; that doesn't change the fact that i still care for you." tension filled the air as he said those words.

just because we're exes doesn't mean i don't give a fuck about you.

"thank you." you breathed out.

"you should continue resting. we're still gonna drop by a pharmacy." kunikuzushi continues on driving. "i'll argue with you again when you're feeling better," he chuckled.

before you could even realize it, you eventually fell asleep again.

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[wildernessuntothemselves]

Heaven is not fit to house a love (like you and I) | Part 2

Word Count: 4.8k

Genre: smut, angst

Summary: When you first met your boyfriend, it was love at first sight. No, more than that. It was love before you even met. It felt like you had known each other in another life and were meant to find each other again. 

But that's not actually true, is it? You and Beomgyu don't actually know each other from another life, and the dreams you've been having aren't memories of your past life either. That's ridiculous. 

But then why does Beomgyu get so defensive about them? And why does each dream feel more real than the one before? 

A/N: this is the sequel to my series YAMQN but I'm trying to write it in a way that it would be comprehensible to people who have never read YAMQN. The parts in italic are the dreams. 

Warnings: unhealthy relationships, jealousy, dom!reader, sub!beomgyu, riding, toys, orgasm denial.

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Now that Taehyun is working with you, Beomgyu is not content to just drive you to work as he always does. No, now he has to walk you inside, arm wrapped tightly around you to make sure everyone, especially Taehyun, knows you’re claimed.

“Oh, hey.” Taehyun greets when he sees you. “You look beautiful today.” 

You don’t get the chance to properly glare at him for purposefully annoying your boyfriend before Beomgyu twists you around and smashes your lips together, pulling you into a kiss that is far too indecent for public.  

Yet another co-worker snorts. "We get it dude. She's yours. Are you gonna pee on her to claim your territory too?"

Your cheeks flame up and you shove Beomgyu away, absolutely mortified by the spectacle he has made of you. “Beomgyu!”

“What? Don’t want him to see who you belong to?” He asks, daring to sound upset at you.  

“Everyone knows we’re dating. Get your head out of your ass.” You smack his hands completely off you, livid at his underhanded accusation. 

“Wouldn’t hurt to remind him.” He mutters, and you roll your eyes, ushering him out of the cafe before you get fired for an indecent act in the workplace. “Leave. You’ve done enough.” 

You don’t give him the chance to respond before you step back into the restaurant and slam the door in his face, trying your best to avoid everyone’s gaze. You quickly get dressed then step behind the counter, getting the orders ready for the customers streaming in, trying to shake off the strong sense of deja-vu you felt at the way Beomgyu behaved. Those dream are really messing you up. 

“Your boyfriend really doesn’t like me, huh?” Taehyun comments, working alongside you. 

“Don’t take it personally. He gets jealous easily.” You sigh, brushing it off. 

“It sure feels personal though. It’s like I killed his cat in the past or something.” 

“Funny you should say that.” You snort, but don’t elaborate, not wanting to deal with another guy ridiculing you for your dreams.

But Taehyun is intrigued, and he doesn’t drop it. “What do you mean?”

“Forget about it.” You brush him off, handing a customer their drink with a forced smile, but that makes him even more curious. As you go to make another drink, he takes the coffee pot from your hand, forcing you to look at him. “No, tell me.”

“Taehyun, there are customers waiting.” You snap but he just shrugs. “So? They can survive five minutes without their morning lattes.” 

You give him a pointed look. “Yeah? Have you met our clientele? They’re mean when they’re low on caffeine.” 

“I can handle it. Just tell me.” He reassures you, but conspicuously starts making a new drink. 

“Okay fine, but don’t laugh. You asked for it.” He nods, waiting patiently for you to explain. “So I keep having these dreams about me and Beomgyu in another life, a past life. He’s a prince and I’m a lady of the court and we want to be together but we can’t because he’s betrothed to someone else and so everything is all fucked up but we love each other so much and want to be with each other anyway. It’s all very fanciful and silly but then again the dreams are so vivid, it’s like I’m really there. It feels more real than my actual memories, you know?”

He nods, a small smirk on his face that tells you that he doesn’t really buy what you’re saying–you don’t really buy what you’re saying either–but he’s kind enough to hold his tongue and not make fun of you like Beomgyu does.

“Anyway, you’ve been appearing in the dreams lately too.” That catches his interest, and he listens even more intently. “You’re this powerful lord from another city and we start getting close which dream Beomgyu really hates. He tries so hard to keep us apart that he even ends up locking me in my room so I wouldn’t see you but you sneak in to see me anyway, and then… Well, I don’t know what. That’s all I know so far. He basically wants to kill you because you won’t stay away from me. Dream him, I mean… though, I’m not too sure real Beomgyu doesn’t want to kill you too.”

“Oh, please, I can take him.” He says confidently and you look him over. Sure, he looks like he’d be able to take Beomgyu. Physically he appears stronger than your boyfriend, but there is just something about Beomgyu you don’t like to think about that causes the hairs at the back of your neck to stand up.  

“Anyway, that is all very intense.” He finally says, “You have quite the imagination.” 

“I knew it. You think it’s stupid.” You flush, embarrassed that you revealed all of this to him. 

“No, no. It’s not stupid. It’s not real, but it’s not stupid.” He reassures you, or at least he tries to. “Maybe these dreams are your brain’s way of working through issues you’re having with your boyfriend? I mean, I didn’t show up in your dreams before you saw me, right? And it was only after seeing how Beomgyu got so aggressive with me that you had the dreams about him trying to keep us away from each other, right?”

“I guess…” What he’s saying makes sense. Maybe it’s just your brain trying to make sense of the whirlwind that is your romantic life with Beomgyu. 

“Well, there you go.” He proclaims, “Maybe the way to stop these dreams is to work out the issues you’re having with Beomgyu.” 

“Easier said than done.” You snort, and once again Taehyun is not letting your little passive-aggressive comments pass by. “What do you mean?”

You sigh. “He’s impossible to talk to about these things. He either gets so defensive you can never fault him for his behavior or he freaks out about us breaking up that I end up needing to comfort him for his own bad behavior.” 

Taehyun wears a frown on his face. “That doesn’t sound too healthy. If you can’t even talk things through then how can you expect your relationship to survive?” 

“Don’t say that. Beomgyu is a wonderful guy and a loving boyfriend. He just gets insecure and needs reassurance. It’s because his ex fucked him up or something.” You mutter the last part bitterly. If she hadn’t messed him up so much, Beomgyu would have literally been the perfect boyfriend. 

“But that’s not your fault. What she did to him has nothing to do with you. If he can’t separate the two then he doesn’t deserve to be with you.” 

You shake your head. “You’re being too harsh on him.” Yes, Beomgyu is acting like an ass right now but that doesn’t take away from all the wonderful things he is. 

“Am I? If you let this go then he’ll only get worse.” 

Maybe he’s right. Maybe you should stand up more to Beomgyu. Things can get really bad when he gets into his head, but when he’s good, he’s really good and that always brings you right back into his arms. 

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As if he could read your thoughts, Beomgyu takes you out on a much needed date at the local arcade, seemingly aiming to make you forget about the erratic way he has been acting lately. 

You’re both video game fans, especially those old games you used to play growing up, and so this is like Disneyland for you. You have so much fun recalling all the good times you had playing these classic games, only you get to enjoy them with the person you love this time around, and damn does it feel ten times more fun with Beomgyu. 

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Beomgyu screams, trying to keep up with you but failing miserably, messing up his steps on the dance dance revolution game, and allowing you to take the lead. “No, this is too fast–ahhhh!”

You laugh at his exclamations, messing up a few steps of your own as you sneak glances at him, enjoying the way he makes such a show of it, always aiming to entertain and get a laugh out of you and everyone else. You know he doesn’t actually care about losing. He just wants to make it fun for you. 

The machine makes a noise that indicates the game is over and that you’ve won, and the small crowd that has gathered to watch you because of your boyfriend's antics cheers for you. 

“Thank you, thank you.” You give a gracious bow, before pulling your stupid boyfriend into a kiss that receives a couple of woohoos. 

“I know. I know. I can’t believe she’s dating me too.” He says and you smack his shoulder shyly. “Shut up. You’re such a simp.” 

 “No, I’m not. I’m just appreciating my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend who–”

“Get a room! Some of us actually want to play.” A teen shouts out at you, and his friends jeer in agreement, forcing you off the game with embarrassed giggles. 

“Wow, kids are mean.” Beomgyu exclaims and you laugh. “Kids? We’re barely a couple of years older than them.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Beomgyu comments, not seeming to share your laughter. 

“Hey, are you okay? They were jerks but they’re just teens, you know?” You try to comfort him. You know how mean teens can be, but Beomgyu just shakes his head and gives you a big smile. “Oh no, I’m not thinking about that at all. I just remembered something… doesn’t matter. Let’s go play another game.” 

“Okay…” You trail off uncertainly, unsure if he’s really okay. But then you spot something that takes your attention away. “Oh, let’s go play that shooter game! There is a toy there that I really want!” 

You step towards it, but as soon as you do, you’re being pulled back by your boyfriend. “I don’t really like shooter games. Too violent, you know?”

“It’s an air gun.” You explain slowly as if he doesn’t grasp the concept, and he shrugs.  “Well, it still teaches violence to kids. Today an air gun, tomorrow a school shooting.” 

You roll your eyes at his silly dramatics. “Too bad we aren’t kids then. We’re a whole couple of years older than kids. Now come on.” You drag him behind you, sights already set on a teddy bear that reminds you of Beomgyu. 

“I wanna win that one! Add it to my beargyu collection at home.” You clap excitedly, and the man at the stand hands you a gun to use.

“She’s got a good eye. She picked the best prize.” The man tells Beomgyu then turns back to you. “You have to shoot all the cans down to be able to win that one.”

“Yeah. She has expensive taste, that one.” Beomgyu comments and you pout, playfully shoving him. “Gyu!” 

“Is it not true?” He cocks an eyebrow at you and you push your head up defiantly. “I just have high standards, that’s all.” 

“I know, baby. And you deserve the best.” He says, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it, making you blush. 

“Are you going to shoot?” The man asks impatiently, bored with you and Beomgyu’s public displays of affection. You don’t care though, sending Beomgyu a kiss and a wink.. 

Still, it’s gonna be challenging winning that bear, and you have to concentrate. 

“Okay…” You take a deep breath and get into position, turning towards again Beomgyu and squeaking a quick ‘pray for me’ before you look back and start shooting. 

And damn, you’re a lousy shot. 

At the start, the cans are all lined up next to each other so you manage to fell a lot of them just by generally shooting in their direction, but as their numbers dwindle, you start completely missing them. 

“Baby, you’re trying to shoot the cans, not the other patrons.” Beomgyu quips and you glare at him, almost shooting him too, and he raises his hands in surrender. “Just saying.” 

“Well, don’t say.” You grit, missing even more shots. 

“Damn it!” You exclaim in frustration, seeing your chances go down with each missed shot, and eventually running out of ammo. “Ughhhhh.” 

“Cheer up, baby. You tried your best.” Beomgyu tries to comfort you, “You just–”

“I wanna try again.” You proclaim, smacking more tickets down on the counter and gesturing for the worker to reload your gun before trying again. 

And again. And again. And again. Each time failing more miserably than the last, the frustration getting to you. 

“Baby, we’re running out of money here. Soon, I’m gonna have to sell my kidney to give you arcade money.” Beomgyu appeals to you once more, urging you to give up.

“Fine!” You give a huge sigh, finally handing over the gun sadly. “I just really wanted it.” 

“Why? We have a million teddy bears at home.” 

“I know but I wanted that one.” You pout, moving a finger across his chest coyly. “Can you try to win it for me?”

“Babe–”

“Pretty, please.” You turn on the puppy-dog eyes that you know have been very effective on him in the past.

He sighs, looking defeated. “You know I would do anything for you.” 

“Yes! Works every time.” You congratulate yourself, preparing to watch your pacifist boyfriend flounder just like you did, but planning to enjoy anyway. 

Except he doesn’t. To your absolute shock, Beomgyu clears the game on the first try. 

“Wow, you’re really good at this.” You clap, amazed, and give him a big hug. “When did you learn this?”

“Oh. I used to play this game a lot as a kid.” Funnily enough, you feel like you’ve watched him do this before. Maybe it was in one of your prince dreams…

“See? And you didn’t become a violent psychopath. You were worrying for nothing.” You tease him, holding your hard-earned teddy bear up and giddily spinning around with it. 

“Excuse me.” A small voice calls out, halting your merriment and you look down to see the most adorable child tugging at your skirt. Well, you see a blurry, double vision of an adorable child as your poor brain tries to recover from the celebratory spinning. 

“Oh, hello. Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” You gush. “What’s your name?” 

“Ben.” He says, and Beomgyu gasps, equally as dramatic as you. “Well, that is just the cutest name ever.” 

“Thank you.” Ben plays with his fingers and swings shyly from one foot to the other. 

“Are you lost, Ben?” Beomgyu asks, getting down to his knees in front of the child. “Where is your mommy?” 

The child points off somewhere.

“Do you want us to take you to her?” You ask, but he shakes his head. “No. I just wanted to say that… that I like your bear and and–can we trade? You can have my toy instead!” He presents you with a small bright orange and yellow toy truck.  

“Aw, you cheeky little thing.” Beomgyu tuts, “That is very generous, but I just won this for the pretty lady and I think she wants to keep itt.” 

You do. You really want to keep it. But Ben looks so disappointed at hearing that, that you don’t have the heart to refuse him for long. 

“That’s okay, Gyu. He can have it.” You intervene, and Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at you skeptically. “Are you sure? You made such a fuss about it.” 

You shoot him a glare. “I know but he’s a kid and he wants it.” 

“The way you were acting earlier, one could’ve easily mistaken you for a kid too.” He mumbles and you smack the back of his head in indignation. “Hey!” 

The sound of Ben’s purely ecstatic laughter at what you did grabs both your attention and prevents you from further squabbling. 

“You like seeing me smack the stupid man?” You raise your hand towards Beomgyu threateningly and he cowers dramatically. “I stand corrected. I shouldn’t have been worrying about kids learning violence from games when they can just learn it from people like you.” 

“Aw, you wound me, baby.” You let your hand down to smooth down his hair affectionately. “This is just a tried and true discipline technique. I’ll show you more when we get home.” You give him a wink and he blushes. 

“Alright, let’s take you to your mum.” You announce to the kid, handing him the toy bear and giggling at the way he struggles to walk while holding the giant thing. 

When you’re within sight of his mother, she calls out, relieved. “Ben! There you are!” She runs to hug him. Or tries to hug him but she can’t really with the stuffed animal in the way. “Where did you get that teddy bear from?”

“We gave it to him.” You explained happily and she gasps, turning to scold him. “Did you ask them to give it to you? You know I told you you to stop doing that. It’s not polite—He’s always asking strangers for things, pretending to be all cute and innocent to swindle people out of their belongings. It’s really not nice… or safe!” She explains to you, before turning back to her son. “Now give the bear back to the nice couple.” 

“But I don’t wanna!” He throws a tantrum, and you and Beomgyu exchange an amused look. 

So the little rascal was playing you. Well done. 

“That’s fine. He can keep it.” You tell his mum, but she won’t hear it. “Not, it’s not. You don’t have to–”

“We want to.” You reassure her, and Ben looks at his mother expectantly, his little face praying that she’d allow him to keep the bear and she sighs. “Fine. Though you’re only enforcing bad habits.” She gives you both a stern look and Beomgyu gives a small apologetic bow. “We’re sorry, ma’am.” 

You fight to contain your giggles as she turns to her son. “What do we say, Ben?”

“Thank you!” He chirps happily. 

“You’re welcome.” You both laugh. “Enjoy it.”

“I will!”  

“See you, Ben.” Beomgyu crouches down to say goodbye to him, raising his hand up so Ben can give him a high five, which he does enthusiastically.  

“Bye.” You wave goodbye to Ben and his mum, walking away with Beomgyu. 

Seeing how sweet Beomgyu was with Ben… how naturally he acted and how at ease the kid was with him… it made you yearn for things you can’t have. It made you want to have that–to have a child that is yours and Beomgyu’s. But you can’t ask him that of him, not after what he told you, not for a while, at least. 

Too preoccupied with the thoughts, you don’t think to hide them from Beomgyu, and he quickly notices the shift in your mood. 

“What?” Beomgyy asks, and you look at him in confusion, so he explains, “You’ve been quiet for a while.”

“Oh.” You blink away the tears from your eyes, not even having realized they had gathered there, silently fighting against the weird emptiness that seeing him interacting with the child has opened up in you. “Nothing. I'm just suddenly really tired. Let's go home."

You can tell he doesn’t buy your excuse. “Did you want the bear? You know you could’ve said–”

“No. No. It’s not that, really. I just…” You trail off and a look of realization comes over his face. You quickly add on, “Beomgyu, it’s really nothing. Let’s just go home, okay?” 

Still, he doesn’t believe it. But he gathers you in his arms anyway and gives you a sweet peck on the lips. “Okay.”

He’ll always give you what you want. 

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“You can be so good to me. Why do you have to be such an ass sometimes?” You murmur against his lips.

“I just can’t afford to lose you–ah–” He trails off in a moan as you continue to ride him. 

"You really will do anything to keep me, huh?" You clench around him, making him automatically buck under you. “Ah-ah-ah, I said no moving, baby.” 

"Yes, darling.” His hands fist at the sheets in an effort to keep his body from reacting to the way you’re fucking him so tortuously. 

“Call me princess. I liked it when you did that.” 

“Baby…” He protests, and you move your hands up his torso to brush your thumbs across his nipples before you bend down and lick one. “Come on, my prince, you said you’ll do anything for me.” 

“Yes, princess.” You could practically feel his cock twitching inside you as you let go of his nipple with a pop to sit back and properly ride him, really quickening your pace to reward him for his compliance. 

It’s so easy to get Beomgyu to do what you want. He’ll bend over backwards to keep you happy. He just gets too in his head sometimes and starts getting paranoid so you need to shut his brain down. 

And shut down it is, right now. He’s entirely under your mercy, laying down for you to ravage him and loving every second of it. “Oh god. Close, princess. So close.” 

“Don’t cum yet.” 

“Please, I can’t.” He croaks. Oh, how you love to see him struggle. It’s like a drug to you, seeing how much he needs you. 

“Hold it.” You pant, bouncing on top of him, intent to push him right to the edge, and when you feel like he’s about to fall over it, you quickly get off him, his red cock smacking against his tummy, dribbling precum as it twitches from the denial. 

“Fuck… fuck…” Beomgyu curses, his body entirely wound up from the pent up frustration and lust. 

"Shhh." You hush him with a kiss that he hungrily reciprocates, the wet sounds of lips and tongues meeting echoing around the room. When you pull back his lips are shiny with spit and his eyes are drowning with need. But he never reaches out for you, never tries to take what he wants. Your pretty prince. 

You lean forward to open up the bedside table, taking out your vibrator. Beomgyu stares, wide-eyed, as you grab his cock and sink down on it once again. But this time instead of riding him, you swivel your hips around and turn on the vibrator, pressing it to your clit.

“Oh, you’re going to kill me.” He groans, squirming under you as the vibrations and the way your cunt is clenching around him build his high up once again..

"No cumming until I do." You order, and he’s unable to keep his hands to himself anymore, choosing instead to grab at your thighs, his body needing to latch onto yours–just holding onto you to keep him tethered, never forcing you to give him more no matter how much he wants it. 

"I don’t know if I can hold it.” 

"You will. Or do you need me to put a cock ring on you?" You threaten, but the small involuntary thrust of his hips surprise you. “Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I like anything you do to me.” He confesses, making your skin tingle. 

You grind on him faster, moving the vibrator up and down your slit, feeling your release looming near. 

“Oh my fucking god, princess, please.” 

"What is it, baby?” You gasp, thighs starting to spasm from the impending orgasm. “You wanna cum?"

"Uh-huh." He whimpers pitifully like a dog begging for his master to reward him. “You know, I do.” 

Of course, you do. It’s so obvious, he’s practically on the verge of crying, but it’s always so fun to tease him about it. 

"But I thought you said you'd let me do whatever I wanted to you, and I like keeping you on the edge. Love seeing you go all dumb for my pussy." You pout, acting like you’re upset and he eats it all up. 

"I’m sorry… I just need it." He cries, head thrown back and his nails digging into your skin. "Close–so close–please–oh god, please—"

“Cum for me, gyu. Fill me up.” You finally have mercy on him, taking the vibrator away as your pussy clenches around him, milking him of his seed as you hurl over the edge. 

“Yes—oh, princess–ahhh–” He holds your hips and ruts up into you, releasing his cum inside you and filling you up just like you wanted. 

It takes you both a while to come down from your orgasms, the delayed gratification bringing out a very intense high. But when you do, he pulls you down to him, wrapping you safely in his arms. 

“I’m sorry for being so crazy lately. I just love you so much.” He presses a kiss against your damp forehead. 

“I know, baby. I love you too.” You reciprocate fully, but as the high wears off, doubt starts to set back in. “But you can’t keep acting that way. I am not going to cheat on you with Taehyun and it hurts me that you would even doubt that.” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just… my ex. She–”

“Let me guess, cheated on you.” You roll your eyes, not meaning to diminish his pain but you just hate his ex so much. “But baby, I’m not her. I love you. Only you.” 

“I know, but… it would just make me feel better if you didn’t talk to him.” 

“He’s my co-worker, I have to talk to him.” 

“Plenty of people don’t talk to their co-workers. In fact plenty of people maintain a very healthy mutual animosity with their coworkers. I think you should try that.” 

“Beomgyu.” You deadpan, exasperation clear in your tone. 

“Fine. I’ll try to tone it down.” 

“Thank you. I really don’t want to… lose you.” 

He frowns, pushing you back so he can fully see your face. “You won’t. You will never lose me.” He says it with absolute certainty, and maybe his promise was meant to sound reassuring, but something about the way he said it makes you shiver. 

“Are you cold, baby?” He asks, concerned. 

“I… I guess.” 

“Come here.” He pulls you down into his arms, wrapping you up in that warm embrace that seems to always make you forget about all the wrong he’s done. When you’re in his arms, it’s like the world slips away and it’s just you and him and the love you have for each other. None of those troubling thoughts can reach you here, none of the doubts. 

Just you and him. Forever. 

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“Don’t talk to her that way.” Beomgyu snarls at Taehyun, looking like he is going to spring forward and attack him but you hold onto him tightly.  

“Beomgyu, stay. Let me talk to him alone.” You whisper to him but he shakes his head. “No.” 

You lean closer to him so only he can hear you. “Come on, Beomgyu, we had a deal. Anything you want after, just let me talk to him.” 

He throws a hateful look towards Taehyun, obviously not happy with what’s happening, before he looks back at you and pulls you into a sudden kiss. Your hands shoot up to his chest, trying to push him away but his own hands hold onto you, one grabbing the back of your head and the other squeezing your ass. 

“My lord, this is not proper.” You hear someone reprimand, making you flush with humiliation and reminding you that you have more than one witness to Beomgyu’s mortifying display of ownership over you. 

“I can still taste my cock on your tongue, princess.” Beomgyu says loudly enough for Taehyun to hear before finally letting you pull away, ignoring your incensed look in favor of smirking at Taehyun. You follow his gaze to find that Taehyun looks to be seconds away from exploding. 

“Fucking stay here.” You grit out at Beomgyu, your outrage giving you the strength you need to make your way towards Taehyun without trembling anymore. 

“Is this what you left me for? Just to go back to being treated like a piece of meat?” Taehyun denounces in disgust once you’re standing in front of him. 

Left him for? What?

It is at that moment that you wake up from your dream, filled with feelings of shame, disgust and guilt. 

Now what could this mean? If Taehyun is right and your dreams are meant to express your discomfort with the way Beomgyu is treating you, then why are you dreaming that you and Taehyun were together? Are you completely overthinking this? Is it just weird dream happenstance? 

You mean, it did mirror what happened earlier with Beomgyu kissing you in front of everyone so maybe that’s what your mind was going for and it just started acting wonky the way brains on dreams do. 

But why, as always, does it feel so devastatingly real? Why do you still feel like you’ve betrayed Taehyun somehow? 

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A/N: our dear old crazy possessive beomgyu ❤️😂

#txt smut #fem!reader #dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!beomgyu #sub!txt

[risuola]

BIRTHDAY GIFT — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

Sometimes you forget about your own birthday, but no worries, Satoru's got you. He always remember, and he even prepared a very special gift for you.

cw: fluff, no warnings — 2,8k words

a/n: i turned 28 this week, so here i am indulging myself with a fictional party, because i hate real parties. also i'm not sure if the picture in the middle is an official art or the fan art, i claim no rights to it 🩶

“Thanks Kento,” you addressed the blonde, when you got out of the bathroom in his house. “You’re saving my life.”

“No need to thank me,” he responded with the ghost of a smile on his face, and you checked yourself in the mirror. You looked tired, but other than that, thankfully normal, which wasn’t the case just half an hour ago, when you finished your job in the field.

It was a simple mission – get to the place, exorcise a bunch of curses, nothing out of ordinary and nothing especially difficult to do. Quite the opposite, it went smoothly – it took you three hours to hunt down every single one of the little curses, but their grades were low. One thing you were not told before taking the assignment though, was that those curses had a tendency to ugly explode with purple and green goo as they were exorcised. That’s why, when the job was done, you were covered from head to toe in those slimy curse gut-residuals. It was on your clothes, hands, in your hair and you could have sworn it was in your mouth too. You could feel it, smell it, taste it and damn was it disgusting. Hence why you called Nanami on your way back and thankfully found him at home. His apartment was so near, compared to the way you had to reach Jujutsu high and being the sweetheart that he is, he agreed for you to take a shower at his place and even gave you one of his dress shirts to wear, because your clothes were good for nothing but a trash bag. It was way too big, but with a belt it made for a pretty cute dress actually.

Once you were ready to leave, he got up as well.

“I have a thing to check in school so Ijichi will drive us both,” he explained and you gave it a nod and after that, you two went down to get a ride.

“How are you?”, you asked your friend, while you two were comfortably seated in the back of a car. It’s been a while since you last saw Nanami. “I didn’t even ask.”

“I’m good, thanks y/n,” he once again, gave you the slightest one of his smiles and exhaled deeply. “You’re tired, huh?”

“Ah, it’s nothing. Guess I didn’t sleep well today, it’s all good.” You shrugged it off, looking at the driver. “And you, Ijichi? Satoru’s not bothering you too much?”

“I-I’m fine and no, he’s n-not,” the man stuttered, sweat beads forming on his forehead as he spoke and you chuckled. That poor man was constantly being terrorized by the strongest sorcerer for god knows why.

“So, he is bothering you,” you chuckled and Ijichi laughed nervously, wiping his forehead with a tissue. “You don’t have to be so scared of him, he just likes to assert his dominance but he wouldn’t hurt you. Is he bothering you as well, Nanami?”

“Gojo is always bothering me,” the blonde sighed. “It always amazes me how fondly you speak of him. You really seem to like Satoru.”

“Oh, he’s really not that bad,” a smile spread over your face as you thought about Satoru. “He’s quite charming, actually.”

Truth is, you and Satoru are closer than any of you might wanna admit. You’re co-workers, that’s for sure. Friends, also, you know each other since high school and you kept in touch ever since. You probably know the man more than he knows himself. You’ve also been on few dates. Unofficial dates, of course, more like you just went to the same place, at the same time, just the two of you, and sat at the same table or bench, and talked for hours as you were brushing circles onto the skin of his hands or he was just keeping yours in his palms. Those kinds of dates. Nothing serious.

“As charming as a clown can be, I guess,” Nanami shrugged softly and you giggled. “But you two should get together, it’s only you who he seems to not enjoy annoying.”

“Commitment in our profession doesn’t seem like a great idea.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

The rest of the drive went in calm, you talked with the two in the car about sweet little nothings, sharing meaningless details about your days and maybe Ijichi seemed a little more stressed than usual, but you didn’t notice anything too weird to think about it. That’s why when you pulled off to the school and got to the main building, your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the sudden and incredibly loud ‘surprise!’ being thrown at your face.

“Huh?”, it stunned you to the point of disorientation. Why were all of your students and most of the older sorcerers that you know here? Why all the balloons, confetti and the cake?

“It’s your birthday, dummy,” you quickly were swept by the long arm of no one else but Satoru Gojo, who greeted you with a grin wide and bright and a light squeeze on your shoulder. The gesture was friendly, but you couldn’t deny the warmth that exploded in your chest the moment he touched you.

“My birthday?” Oh yes, your birthday. “God, I forgot about it.”

“I figured, buuuut we didn’t so I hope you have a little bit more power in your batteries to celebrate?”, Satoru led you more into the crowded space and with real surprise you noticed that even Yuuta was here, and students from Kyoto along with Utahime. No Gakuganji though, thanks to the heavens.

It was all surreal but at the same time so grounding to be surrounded by so many people that you find close to your heart. And for the next hours, you forgot about how tired your body was, how disgusting you were earlier that day and how perfectly Nanami acted like he has a real job in the school rather than the party to attend.

You stayed there until very late, enjoying every second of talks and laughs with your friends and students. You caught up with all of them, learned about the progress the teenagers were making, got to know more about how work was for the older sorcerers and even, when outside for a quick fresh air breath, one of the little, flying curses gave you a card with few wishes written in it, with no sign whatsoever, but it was the handwriting that gave it away. Suguru Geto. Even though he went a very different path than the rest of you, even though you all lost contact with him the moment he left around the second year, he had never, not even once, forgotten about your birthday, always delivering a card or something else one way or another. It warmed your heart and sometimes you wished to see him just for a moment to give him one last bear hug. You couldn’t, but the card will go to the box of things you cherish, along with the round, dark shades that no one could see through – the ones that Gojo was wearing while in high school; with Shoko’s first scalpel that she used to practice – the very cheap one that got blunt after just few uses; with one button from Haibara’s uniform – the only one that was left hanging by a thread, when he got back to school one last time and along with many other things you’ll hold onto until the day you die.

“Tired?”, Satoru asked you, when the clock hands moved past 1am. Most of the students were already gone and teachers also began to crumble down, calling it a night.

“Exhausted,” you chuckled softly and squeezed the hand he offered you, helping you get up from the couch.

“Let’s get you to bed, how’s that sound?”

“Perfect.”

With all of the goodbyes done, you gathered your gifts and left with Satoru, heading towards your little apartment. All the way he was keeping your hand in his, grinning like he usually does, but something felt off in the way his fingers were wrapped around you. A little tighter than always, little more possessive – a little more like he was afraid to let go of you even though that would be an irrational fear, because you never wanted anything more than to be held by him.

“Soo,” he began, when you both stepped into your place and you put down all of the bags, “I hope you don’t think I forgot about your gift. Though it’s technically not your birthday anymore.”

“Oh, Satoru, you know I don’t care about the gifts, right?” you smiled at him. “All of this, the party, the people, is more than I could wish for. Every second spent with all of you is worth more than any gift I could receive.”

“Yea, yea,” he waved a hand at you, making you laugh. He made you feel all kinds of weird things, one of which being the urge to slap and kiss him at the same time. “I actually have two gifts for you.”

“Of course you have,” a shake of your head was all you could offer him. Of course, Satoru Gojo had to be extra like that. “So?”

“Sooo, that’s the first one.” You didn’t even question the way he pulled the light-blue bag with a matching ribbon on top of it from behind his back, like he had it all of the time, which you know he didn’t. You took it anyway and before you even peeked inside, you reached up to him and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, whispering little ‘thank you’. “You’re welcome, now, you can check it later,” almost immediately after the bag landed in your hands, it was snatched away and put down where the other gifts were. “The second gift-“

You looked at him with confusion, realizing that Satoru was… nervous? He was bouncing slightly on his feet, as if he was hyping himself up. He took his glasses off and brushed a hand through his hair.

“Yea?”, you encouraged him to continue, taking him by the hands in hopes to calm him down a little. “What is it? Satoru, don’t tell me you bought me a snow tiger or something?”

“Huh? No, I didn’t. What, you want a snow tiger? You said they are cute, but-“

“No, absolutely not. No snow tigers, please.”

“Ok, wow, I’m more nervous than I was… ever, probably, that’s new,” he laughed at his own composure, or rather the lack of thereof, and now you really began to worry. What the hell did this man did?

“Just say it, I can take it.”

Pulling him by the hands, you took him onto the sofa, now slightly worrying he might really pass out. Doors to your apartment stayed open wide, but that was the least of your worries, when you two sat down and all your eyes could fix on was a man next to you. He looked stunning in his dark grey sweater that exposed a little bit of his collar bones and his long neck, contrasting with his pale skin, light hair and really making his eyes pop. The eyes that made it so easy to get lost. They were like an ocean under the clear sky and bright sunlight, illuminating with thousands of glittering sparkles and the shades of azure and turquoise mixed and flew one into another, intertwining and creating an artwork impossible to recreate. If someone were to animate Satoru, the whole budget would probably go into his eyes alone.

“So, first you need to know that if what I want to give you is not something you feel comfortable accepting, please don’t feel obliged to and just say no. Okay?”, he spoke again and you nodded.

“Come on, Satoru. Just tell me. Or show me, whatever it is.”

“Show you. Alright, I can do that.”

You expected everything. Your mind even wandered into absurd such as him giving you an airplane for god knows what reason, but even in your boldest, bravest dreams you didn’t anticipate his lips on yours. He went all slow and soft about it, closing the distance carefully, leaving you with more than enough time to react and push him away if you wanted to, and when he finally reached you, planting a gentle kiss to your mouth, whilst his hand rested on the side of your neck a little stiffly, you froze for a second. Your body froze, but your heart was racing inside your chest, beating so hard he probably could hear it and feel it in your pulse underneath his palm. Satoru’s lips felt as soft as they looked, so perfect against yours even though what was happening wasn’t even resembling a kiss. It was more like a press with the slightest movement applied but it spoke so much. It was an offer – that way Gojo opened himself to you, ripped his own chest apart and with that simple peck on the lips, he wanted to tell you that now, he’s ready to be vulnerable with you, if you’d only want him to.

“Is my second gift a kiss from you?”, you questioned when he moved his head back just a little, searching for your reaction. It would be on brand for Gojo to consider a kiss from himself a valuable gift, which it was, but if that’s what he wanted to offer you, he had to put more effort into it.

“It’s me. If you’ll have me,” he almost whispered, smoothing over your jawline with his thumb. “Maybe it’s not the best idea to commit to relationship in our line of work, but fuck this. If you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

“Are you serious?”

“Never been more serious.”

Your heart fluttered. Grabbing his face in both of your hands, you went in and kissed him, pouring into it all of the love you held for him and he purred softly against your lips, wrapping his long arms around you and leaning more against you. He outweighed you; you lost your balance and fell back onto the couch and he followed you closely, breaking the kiss just to ask, “is that a yes?”

“Yes, Satoru. Very much yes,” you chuckled and his lips were back on yours, taking your breath away with how good it felt. Your fingers found a way through his silky, snowy white strands, you smoothed over the back of his neck and his broad shoulders, giving into the sensation that radiated throughout your entire nervous system, sending hot waves of pure euphoria down your spine and into every cell in your body. You were happy, the exhaustion now completely forgotten and only the man above you mattered. His weight felt so right on top of you, even in the insanely uncomfortable position you two were now trapped in with your hips twisted below his torso and him now half in the air and half on the couch because there was no way for his height to fit in here. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was his lips on yours, his warmth on your skin and-

“Doors,” you mumbled into the kiss, the gentle whiff of cold air reminded you of what has been forgotten. The doors, that were still wide open. He could feel your chest rumbling with a chuckle as you realized none of you cared enough to even close your apartment when you went in and he made a decision to ignore this fact, now completely consumed by the thought of you. He hummed something and moved his lips lower, smearing kisses all over your chin and down your neck and you tugged softly onto his hair. “Satoru, doors are still opened-”

Getting up, walking towards the entrance and locking the doors would be the logical thing to do, but the thought of parting his own body from yours for even a second now didn’t dare to cross Gojo’s mind, so he stretched his hand towards the doors, consumed by sucking a red spot to the side of your neck and you couldn’t believe it, but he blasted the door with a cursed energy. They shut with the loudest noise anyone could create at that hour in the middle of the night and not ten seconds passed, before they just fell out of frame and hit the floor with another harsh thud.

That seemed to do the trick in stopping the heat, because both of you froze for a moment and you looked to the side, he looked to the side and the world stopped for a whole five second, before you started laughing and playfully patting his shoulder.

“What have you done,” you whined. “Satoruu~”

“I’ll fix this,” he swore, hiding his face back into the crook of your neck, pretending like he wasn’t even there and you couldn’t help but brush through his hair as laughter still had the better of you. “Guess I’ll have to stay the night so you can be safe.”

“Guess that might be necessary.”

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[bite-sized-devil]

Piggy Back Rides

You've had a particularly long hard day at RAD. Exhausted and dreading the walk home, you ask your favourite demon brother for a little favour.

Was going to do these in groups, but they just kept getting longer and longer. Apologies my fellow simps, please enjoy them one at a time starting with the eldest and finishing with the youngest.

TW: none it's pure fluff. GN! MC (Maybe a little suggestive if you like close your eyes and pretend?)

Mammon

"Come on Mammon, please!" Your voice coming out whinier with every plea that leaves your lips. You'd been begging him to give you a piggy back ride home since you'd both started walking towards the entrance of RAD.

"And why should The Great Mammon carry ya home? Silly human, what's in it for me huh?" The second eldest says with a clearly fake annoyed look on his face.

Fine, if that's how he wants to play, you know just what to do to get him to admit defeat and carry you home. You're sure he secretly wants to do it anyway. Turning your back on him, you pull out your phone.

"Ugh fine! Levi was here today, I'm sure if I promise him a game he'll be m-" You almost finish before Mammon is cutting you off and reaching for your arm.

"N-No, no MC. I'll do it! If anyone should give ya a piggy back it's me! I'm ya first man, aren't I?" The last bit comes out a little more questioning then demanding. Quickly spinning around to face him again you reach out your hand and cup his cheek making him blush furiously. You should have known he would react this way, he's a real softy under that pretend tough exterior.

"Of course you are Mammon, Why do you think I asked you first?" Smiling, you step closer to him, cocking your head to the side and beaming up at him as you say it.

"T-thats r-right." He stammers. His eyes are focused solely on your lips, face slowly leaning closer towards yours.

On tip-toes you lift up and ghost your lips over his. "If you give me a piggy back ride home, I'll let you... Kiss me?"

His eyes flit back up to stare into yours as he swallows loudly. Weighing up whether you're serious or not and deciding not to risk missing out on that particular goldmine.

The words "get on" barely leave his mouth before he's man handling you onto his back making you squeal his name in surprise.

He practically sprints the whole way back to HOL. Only stopping when he gets to your room, dropping both your legs without a word making you clutch his chest tighter so you don't fall on your ass.

"Mammon! A little warning next time maybe?" Annoyance lacing your tone. You let go of him once you steady yourself.

"Yeah, yeah, sure MC." He says hurriedly as he opens your door and drags you inside, the door slamming behind you.

"What's gotten into you Mammon? I thought you only got this riled up about money, it can't be because I said you could kiss me, surely?" You're questions bring another blush to his cheeks. Smiling cheekily up at him as he stands in front of you.

"I-" He beings to stammer but is cut off by your lips connecting with his. Caught of guard by your sudden action he freezes for a second, his lips unmoving against yours. Self doubt creeps into your mind making you start to break off the kiss, maybe he didn't want it after all?

Feeling your hesitation snaps him out of his initial shock, his hands come up to cup your face and he leans in as you go to pull away. You might have had to steal the first kiss from him, but he's never letting you go now that he has had a taste.

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Deuce Spade Bloom Birthday Voice Lines

When Summoned: Keep your eyes on me. I'm gonna keep working hard to become an awesome mage!

Summon Line: You think this looks good on me? Thanks. Wearing something formal like this has got me feeling real determined. I'm gonna show just how much I can grow!

Groooovy!!: I worked hard at my extra flight practice just for today. Just watch, I'm gonna fly so good!

Home: I can't believe I get to wear this super awesome mage attire...!

Home Idle 1: For a while, I thought it was stupid and just for kids... But I guess I do really get a special feeling when blowing out the candles on a birthday cake.

Home Idle 2: It really is hard to pick a present that suits the person you're giving it to, huh. I'm real bad at that, so I really look up to people who can.

Home Idle 3: Jack said that he accidentally bought extra drinks, so he gave me one. Does he really seem like the guy who makes that kind of mistakes?

Home Idle - Login: I'm real happy that my buddies remember my birthday. Obviously you all would, you say? Well, it still means a lot to me.

Home Idle - Groovy: To be able to defend against Draconia-senpai's magic... I've set such a crazy-high goal, so I gotta work harder!

Home Tap 1: All my classmates kept saying happy birthday to me, so when a professor wished me well, I accidentally just said "thanks" way too casually...!

Home Tap 2: Diamond-senpai gave me a phone holder to use on a magical wheel. I'll show you if I get a real cool video.

Home Tap 3: How's my broom look? These bright blue decorations are gonna make me look like I'm one with the sky, it's gonna be awesome!

Home Tap 4: Epel's present for me is... Woah, mods for a magical wheel!? Reminds me of home.

Home Tap 5: This outfit makes me feel like an accomplished mage. Obviously, I'm not gonna just be satisfied with wearing this outfit.

Home Tap - Groovy: Wanna ride on the back of my broom? I got this fancy broom now, so we should go for a spin over the sports field!

Duo: [DEUCE]: I can't believe I'm getting birthday wishes from you, Draconia-senpai! [MALLEUS]: Allow me to bestow upon you my blessing, Spade.

Birthday Login Message: Thanks for the birthday wishes! Birthdays are super fun, but time goes by so fast. There's not enough time in one day to enjoy it. Oh yeah! Do you want to go into town next weekend? I'll treat you to something good as thanks for today. You don't gotta hesitate or nothing. I have this coupon I get to use during my birth month! Ah, but it's only for two people, so don't tell any of the other guys.

Requested by Anonymous.

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[hunieday]

Yuki Rabbitube Mini - Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: I saw you two in my dream today

Yuki: Thank you for appearing

Nanase Riku: Huh!? I appeared in your dream!? 😲✨

Yaotome Gaku: I’m kinda happy!

Yaotome Gaku: Do you remember what it was about?

Yuki: Well, it had a strong and vivid impact

Yuki: You were wearing happi coats and twisted headbands as you carried a portable shrine all night long.

Nanase Riku: 

Yaotome Gaku: All night!? That's some dedication.

Nanase Riku: You were completely influenced by Rabbimini weren’t you?!

Yuki: not only did you carry the shrine the entire night, you were also shouting "wasshoi" without a break.

Yaotome Gaku: Why?

Yuki: Who knows. You were the one shouting, Gaku-kun, not me

Yaotome Gaku: No that was me in the dream!?

Nanase Riku: Then let's decide on a reason now! What do you think, Yaotome-san!

Yaotome Gaku: Hmm. Not sure...

Yuki: That’s hilarious. you're seriously thinking about it

Nanase Riku: Maybe saying "wasshoi" increases your power!

Yaotome Gaku: I like that! And it also enhances our sense of unity, so let's go with that!

Nanase Riku: Yippee! 😆 It's decided then, Yuki-san!

Yuki: good for you

Yuki: Just as you two were saying, “let’s aim for the top of Mount Fuji!” I jolted awake. 

Yaotome Gaku: Ain’t that a big scale dream!

Nanase Riku: A festival at the top of Mount Fuji sounds amazing! 🪭✨

Yuki: I bet you’d still have high energy even after climbing

Yuki: I'll just wait down here

Nanase Riku: Then we have to make the festival lively enough for Yuki-san to see us 💪😤

Yaotome Gaku: I wonder if he’ll be able to? Maybe we should set off fireworks

Yuki: Real fireworks? or human fireworks like in rabbimini?

Yaotome Gaku: Please don't call it human fireworks lmao

Nanase Riku: Human fireworks…how about we play that in the background!

Nanase Riku: "Tarumono boys! ~MATSURI~" 🎆🎆🎆

Yaotome Gaku: The way you phrased it…

Yuki: Sounds good. Are they gonna be set off in sync with "wasshoi" too?

Nanase Riku: 

Nanase Riku: That’s gonna be real hard since they keep shouting wasshoi in the second half 😂✨ lol

Yuki: I really wanna see it now. I’ll go back to sleep and see the rest

Yaotome Gaku: You're going back to sleep!?

Yuki: i shouldn’t... let's listen to Matsuri for now

Yuki: It's a great song. Yamato-kun sounds very energetic

Nanase Riku: Yamato-san always looks happy while performing it live! He always holds a large fan, he’s so lively >u<🪭

Yuki: You must have a ton of fun performing it live too, Gaku-kun.

Yaotome Gaku: It's hella fun!

Yaotome Gaku: Riding a trolley and seeing fans' smiles up close makes it really easy to join in. You can feel a growing sense of unity and excitement alongside the audience.

Yuki: The "wasshoi" chant solves all problems

Nanase Riku: I have an idea! How about we sing it together next time? I wanna go to karaoke!

Yuki: Sounds fun. who will take which part?

Yaotome Gaku: I’m gonna take any part that’s not mine since it’s a special occasion!

Nanase Riku: Oh! Can I try your part, Yaotome-san? I want to say "appare...😏” It sounds fun 💪

Yaotome Gaku: Hell yeah! Looking forward to the Nanase Version of "appare"

Yuki: What about you, Gaku-kun. maybe nagi-kun's part?

Nanase Riku: I wanna hear it!!!!

Yaotome Gaku: I’ll put my heart and soul on the "Ladies and gentlemen!!" part! What about you, Yuki-san?

Yuki: I'll go with Yamato-kun’s part. I'll bring glasses and shout "now, it's a festival!!" though I might run out of energy right at the start

Yuki: I’m glad nobody took Mitsuki-kun’s part. I’m planning to give that to Momo

Nanase Riku: so you decided…! Tho I’m sure Momo-san will do that part very well! Especially the part where you laugh “Ha ha ha ha ha” real loud!

Nanase Riku: 

Yuki: 

Yaotome Gaku: Should we bring happi coats or headbands while singing?

Yuki: huh?

Yaotome Gaku: Oh, headbands might be better than happi coats after all

Yuki: are you really that into it?

Nanase Riku: I think it’s a great idea! Our office presidents performed a TRIGGER song the other day, they sang and even dressed up like them >:)👍

Yuki: Isn't Takanashi Production amazing?

Yaotome Gaku: Sorry, I've gotten too used to that kind of thing lmao

Yuki: Okay. let's carry a portable shrine while we’re at it

Nanase Riku: Huh!?

Yaotome Gaku: A portable shrine!?

Yuki: The NEXT Re:vale spirit has been ignited. We can't lose to Takanashi Production.

Nanase Riku: Our agency is amazing for setting Re:vale on fire ‼

Yaotome Gaku: How are we even gonna bring it to karaoke...? should we rent the place?

Yuki: I told you the NEXT Re:vale spirit is awake. we'll do it on the show

Yuki: Since it's the very last Rabbimini, let's gather all 16 of us and have a "Rabbimini Thank You Festival." what do you think?

Nanase Riku: Th-that's awesome...!

Yaotome Gaku: As expected of Re:vale...!

Yuki: If we're gonna do this then let's have a full-fledged festival. We gotta set up stalls, which ones do you want?

Nanase Riku: Ohhh!! I'm torn!! Maybe candy apples or baked potatoes...

Nanase Riku: Cotton candy!! I wanna make cotton candy!! i’m so excited to spin it around and make fluffy candy!

Yaotome Gaku: Then I'll make yakisoba! we did it in Rabbimini too. I'll cook up some delicious soba!

Nanase Riku: Yaotome-san cooking on a griddle, so cool...! ✨

Yaotome Gaku: Thanks. I think you'd look good making cotton candy

Yuki: I'll be in charge of the mask stall. Sitting sounds comfortable

Nanase Riku: Please make one of Kokona-chan too!

Yuki: Sure thing. I know a kid who’d be happy with it

Yaotome Gaku: Can you make Saddle man too? I know a few guys who’d like that!

Yuki: who...?

Nanase Riku: It's a character from a game Tamaki’s playing! 😳

Yuki: A game...? Is his face a saddle...?

Yaotome Gaku: You don't know "Seventh Riders"?

Yuki: I don't know... I wonder if they’re supposed to be riding something…

Nanase Riku: Yes! Saddle doesn’t wear anything on his head 😳 his face is half hidden though!

Yuki: he’s in a biker gang?

Yaotome Gaku: nuh-uh, It's not a bike it's a bicycle!

Yuki: he’s a pervert?

Yaotome Gaku: lmao

Yaotome Gaku: I'm explaining it poorly, but from an outsider's perspective he sure is a weird character lmao 

Nanase Riku: We have no other choice but to spread the word, Yaotome-san! 🔥

Yaotome Gaku: Yeah. Rokuya knows a lot about that sorta thing right? We should ask him how to spread propaganda

Yuki: that sounds terrifying... make sure the room is well-lit.

Yuki: But anyways, the Rabbimini Thank You Festival sounds like it'll be a blast. I'll talk to Momo about it and call you later

Nanase Riku: Yes!! Looking forward to it 🥳

Nanase Riku:

Yaotome Gaku: 

Yuki: 

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[ninakuli]

Hi Nina! I hope you’re doin’ well! Whenever you get time, can you write about Rusty Nail (preferably joyride 2) and Bo Sinclair meeting their future s/o who is just like them? Not like a copy and paste but they have similar likes/dislikes/personalities/etc. Maybe Rusty meets a reader is who also a trucker? Maybe Bo meets a reader who is also into cars or likes guns? Preferably reader be afab or gender neutral (whichever works best for you!). You can also put it in whatever format you think would be best or is easiest for you. Headcanons, short fic, etc I don’t mind either way. I know this is a lot but I think you can make it work and if not that’s perfectly fine and okay! Hope you have a great day love! 🥰🖤

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Bo Sinclair x reader

Rusty nail x reader

I finally have request!!! Happy to tears😭 your request make my day more better🥺💜 and thank you hope you have a wonderful day too!

I plan to write a short fic but seem like I write to a real fic lmao, anyway hope you enjoy!!!

Special tag: @sh1n0o @12gaugefalls

Bo Sinclair:

The opportunity you can meet him first time is your car broken, of course you can fix it yourself but you don't have tool and replacement parts, so you give up and try to find a place have single or have people can ask for help.

You heard the truck sounds near, you look toward the sounds source, a truck parked beside you "Do ya need help?" A man show a kind big smile ask "Can you drive me to the nearby gas station or something like that?" "Sure, Bo run a gas station in Ambrose." "Bo? Ambrose?" "Yea, just at nearby, I can drive you over." "Okay, I really thanks a lot!" You hop on the truck and sit at the passenger seat.

"Name Y/N, thanks for the ride." "Lester and no problem." "Is this your truck right?" "Yea." "I like it a lot it's Chevrolet C Series right?" "Yea, it is!" Then whole roads you keep talking about cars with Lester.

You arrived the gas station, when you get in you found a man are dealing with a truck now "Oh! Is this Jeep Cherokee XJ 1998?" The man stop and looked up to you "Sorry, I just very love car, I need to find a guy name Bo, is that you?" "Yea, I'm Bo, wha' can I help ya?" "Oh I need a fan belt, 16 inch." "Well, 16 inch at my house..." "Oh it's okay so we go to take it?" "Wait me finish diz." "sure, you need help?" "Help? Huh I can do it myself." When he dealing with the car you both keep chatting, when you talk about like you two find out you all like cars and guns these kind of stuff, then what Bo think? He might be attract a little, and look you beautiful so he specifically add more points at you, and keep a interesting person at Ambrose not too bad right? Also it's not the first time he keep a girl beside him, he must can control all things like usual.

You at his house front door, he decided keep you at Ambrose a few days to see it's good or not "Oops 16 inch fan belt run ou' you wanna keep her' a few day?" "If you don't mind." "Of cours' I won't mind keep a interestin' beauty beside." So when you stay at here mean you have more chance to more chat and more understand each other, and you feel bad about keep staying here but don't do anything so you help do the house work sometime you will go to the gas station help Bo to fix car and Bo think you very interesting and you have so many points like him so he keep find some excuse to keep you, of course you not silly so you know these all just excuse but you can't say you didn't be attract by Bo right? Plus Lester, Vincent and Jonesy like you too, you're very helpful and kind, so gradually you and him didn't talk about the fan belt thing...

Rusty nail:

Today your plan can finished your work then tomorrow you can go home and have a real rest, you feel very boring so you use the CB like usual, want to find a guy to talk let the road not that boring "Have anybody here?" Then you heard a deep voice "Hey." "This is Y/N how to call you?" "Rusty nail." "Want to chat?" "Sure." Then you try to find a topic talk with him, you both talk many things.

"I really hate some people pranks too over then call it just a 'joke' what a asshole." "Same." "Like one time a guy say if I prepare thing to designated place then he will consider date with me, then he freaking take advantage of my affection even make fun of me, I feel so shame." "It's oka'...one time hav' a guy name Candy Cane... play trick with me..." "Seem like we all be tricked." "Yea." Both of you just keep chatting to the night, you need to rest at the motel "Hey Rusty I gonna rest at the motel so maybe see you tomorrow?" "Sure." "Okay bye." Then you parked into the motel and ask a room to rest.

Next day come you wake up early because you want to go home as fast as you can, when you open the CB you heard a familiar sounds "Y/N?...Y/N?...Is Y/N here?...Who knows where Y/N?" "Morning Rusty nail! I just prepared to go on road." You heard he chuckles "Morning." "Today I plan to go home, I'm not sure next time we can meet again or not." "Well... Then cherish now." "You're right." Another joy ride pass, another bid farewell come.

In Rusty side, he never talk with someone so long on the CB and he still want to chat with you, he find out he want to more understand you and want to spend more time with you, chatting with you make him not that boring and feel very comfortable, so he ask other people about your information, of course include your next ride date.

You check the things all prepare ready, you ride on the road then open the CB "Seem like today it's a good day, everybody good?" "Yea... Good." When you heard the voice you unconsciously smile "Oh Hi Rusty nail, good to meet you again!" "Me too Y/N." Then you start chatting again, you both keep this about few months, you both all more understand each other, then you can't deny the truth that you obsessed with Rusty and Rusty can't deny he have feeling to you too. You decide take out your brave to ask him have a lunch with you then he accept, when you go to the restaurant that you both decided he haven't come, when you start worry about you be trick again he's voice appears "Y/N?" You turn to the sounds source, a huge male in front of you "Rusty nail?" "Yea it's me." "You come! I thought I be trick again... Shall we go in?" "Sure, pretty lady first." He open the door then let you walk in first, when you walk in you thank him, then you have a lovely lunch times, you both more hang out to have meal then more closer, finally you confess your affection to him then you both together, such a perfect couple, both are trucker can work together and use CB chatting, and so many points so similar... But you never will know he's killing secret, and you didn't know he already have a 'joy ride' with the guy who tricked and make fun to you...

#house of wax #house of wax (2005) #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #joy ride 2 #joy ride #joy ride 3 #rusty nail #rusty nail joyride #rusty nail x reader #rusty nail joy ride 2

[fxchild]

The Switch

Miles Fairchild x fem!reader

Chapter seven: So now you're back?

A note from Fxchild ! Hi hi so ya I am not dead ! My phone lit broke and I totes forgot my email for this acc but now I'm back and my writers block has never gone away so quickly ! I'm so excited for new chapters to b out soon ! In the meantime while you r waiting for chapters, if you have one shot ideas for characters Finn Wolfhard plays I would b more than happy to write those so you guys aren't waiting forever for a new chapter ! So...finally heres the well awaited chapter seven ! I hope you enjoy this <3

It's the first day of May. It's also been three months since Miles left again. I keep telling Flora that he'll be back soon but I feel my heart break every time I lie to her. I don't think he will be back until I leave for the summer and then he'll leave again when I come back. I feel so guilty..Flora doesn't have a brother that lives with her because of me. But was it all really my fault? He treats me like shit and expects me to tolerate it. Never mind. I don't give a flying fuck about him anymore. He can do whatever he wants, if something happens to him, oh boo hoo not my problem.

It was finally Friday which means I have tomorrow off and I only have to teach Flora a little today because the weather was perfect for horseback riding and I'd promise to let her out today. Today I wore a dark red top with dark grey jeans with black high top shoes. I put my hair in a half up half down clip and did minimal makeup because I was planning on recording myself for an upcoming interview I have for a summer job.

Today I planned out a written test to see Flora's knowledge on geography. I would give her a half an hour to finish up on review and two hours for the test. The test was fairly easy so it shouldn't take her more than an hour or so.

"And begin." I smiled at Flora, setting my timer on my desk which is right across from hers. She immediately begins to read and write down answers while I look over her past work to grade.

Around 45 minutes into the session we hear the front door open. Flora pays no attention to it, I assume it's Ms. Grose coming in from cutting grass or buying groceries so I ignore it and go back to reading old assignments. Around a few minutes went by when I heard footsteps coming to the room. Expecting Ms. Grose I take my feet off the desk and fix my posture without looking at the door. I pretend to be in deep thought with grading when I hear someone clear their throat and hear Flora shout,

"Miles!" She screeches and jumps from her seat running over to hug him. I immediately turn my whole body in my chair with wide eyes. His hair slightly longer and he looks a little taller. He still has the same smirk and dead eyes I saw the night he left. He had on a black coat that ran down to his knees and two bags in his hands that he must have taken when he left. He engulfs Flora into a hug and smiles down at her. I've never seen that smile before. Unlike the ones he had given me this one was warm and loving. I think I had given him that smile before but I wasn't sure. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he looked up at me and smiled. It was genuine, his eyes brightened. I knew it was real because it wasn't that same old smirk he put on with confidence, he looked painfully awkward and his eyes kept darting between me and the wooden floor. I didn't smile back. I rose up from my seat and walked over to him.

"Flora, why don't you take Miles bags and put them in his room for him sweetheart?" I smiled down at her while patting her hair. She gladly accepts and runs off with his bags. Miles smiles at me again nodding opening his mouth to speak but I cut him off.

"How you been Miles? Where'd you go this time huh? Was it fun?" I say with a sarcastic fake smile, he could tell I was mad.

"Well I-" He begins as I slap his face.

"You scared the shit out of me! Do you know how upset Flora was? She cried for almost a week, blaming herself, poor girl!" I say gritting my teeth with my eyes starting to tear up slightly.

He stared at me with pursed lips before sighing and answering. "He told me to."

I scoff and look at him dumbfounded. "He? Wh-who the hell is 'he' Miles huh? What are you schizo?" I roll my eyes annoyed

"Nobody-nothing. I just..had a dream that's all." He shakes his head staring down at the floor with shame.

"Whatever Miles." I roll my eyes and walk over to Flora's desk to pick up her finished test. "Better go find Flora. Told her she could get out of class early to go ride the horses." I say looking through her test without looking up at Miles.

"You're not gonna come?" He asks quietly, nodding his head to the side, scratching the back of his neck.

I chuckle quietly before placing the test back on the desk. "After the last time?" I walk over to him, picking a pine needle off his jacket. "No thanks." I fake smile before walking out of the room to my own. When I reach my room I fall flat onto my bed before letting out a loud sigh into my pillow. A few minutes later I look out the window. I see Flora and Miles running to the stables and shouting happily. I turn to look at my Calendar, 30 days until I leave. I got sick of sitting in my room bored and decided to go do something, anything in his boring place.

I walk into the kitchen hoping there's an apple or some food sitting out but instead of being greeted with food, it's an unbearable Ms. Grose. I smile at her but she crosses her arms and frowns at me.

"Why are you being so unpleasant towards Miles?" She grits her teeth. "What are you talking about?" I ask trying to pretend I have no clue what's going on. "Talking to him in such an arrogant tone, not accepting his offer and you still wonder why he left? You should be shamed." She spits at me coldly. My face dropped as I start to feel tears in the corners of my eyes.

I quickly ran back up to my room and slam the door. Tears start to stream down my face as I grab my backpack and start shoving stuff into my bag. By the time I zipped it up I hear the front door open again. I quickly put my shoes back on and started heading down the stairs. Walking towards the door I'm wiping my tears, Miles blocks my path.

"Woah woah! Where are you going?" He asks with a concerned look on his face, his hands falling to my shoulders. "Out." I reply while sniffling trying to push past him.

"Um okay, when are you coming back?" He lets go of me, now following me out the door. "I don't know..like..tomorrow? Sunday maybe?" I continue to walk away from him to my car. "Tell me where in case you get black out drunk again and need me to pick you up." He scoffs grabbing onto my wrist.

"You know what Miles? You won't have to worry about me anymore! I won't bother you. It's clear I make you want to leave and you hate me so I'll just leave you alone okay?! Is that what you wa-"

He cuts me off by pressing his lips against mine. It was soft and quick, like he was trying to shut me up and this was the first thing he thought of. He lets go of my wrist and stands up straight looking at me sternly. My cheeks are burning red as I attempt to say something but I can't seem to speak, like there's no air in my lungs.

I lean up against my car door for a moment staring at my feet trying to decide whether to leave or not. I finally look up at him, his head in staring at my feet too. His hands are in his pockets and he's biting his bottom lip nervously. I smile up at him.

"Hey..I'll be back in a little while. I promise I won't make you pick me up this time. Want me to grab you something?" I softly smile, hoping he won't hate me. He shakes his head no with a small smile on his face before letting me get into his car. He watches me drive off before heading back inside.

'29 days..' I whisper to myself as I head into the nearest town, smiling to myself.

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This was extremely rushed so my apologies if it wasn't as great as one of my last chapters ! I promise the next chapter will b better and have more of a plot than this one. Hope you guys liked this and r excited for the next chapter!

#fanfic #miles fairchild #miles fairchild x reader #the turning #finn wolfhard #the switch #miles fairchild smut #stranger things #mike wheeler #ziggy katz #richie tozier #trevor spengler #boris pavlikovsky #fxchild

[lilyrizzy]

maybe not the usual but.. daniel/michael

(sorry, i love the drama of a long term relationship break up)

man don't care - JME & Giggs (for the Spotify shuffle prompts)

sorry i'm so maxiel otp i had to make this a friendship break up, i hope thats cool!

Daniel can feel Michael's eyes on him. Insistent even though there's like, at least twenty cameras pointed in their direction. Or, Daniel's direction. Everyone wants a piece of him now he's back.

"Yeah, I'm happy to be driving," he says, for what must be the thirtieth time in just as many minutes. Ignores the prickle the creeps up his spine. "The break was good for me, but now- I'm ready."

He's more than ready. He's going to be fucking triumphant. Just needs Maxy to keep Checo eating his rubber for a few more races, and then he's going to get everything that was promised to him when he was twenty-five. A championship winning car. A real fight.

It feels closer, within just the stretch of his fingertips in a way it never did back then.

"Danny Ric is back, baby," he grins, and lets the clatter of camera clicks wash over him.

Afterwards, in the coridoor Michael corners him. Daniel glances over top of his shoulder, desperate for some sort of escape or excuse, but there's too many prying eyes to brush him off completely. Unless he wants some bullshit, speculative article being written about it.

"Hey," he says with a tight nod when Michael just puts a hand on his shoulder and doesn't say anything. Ignores all the early mornings spent panting into his yoga matt it reminds him of, Michael correcting his form.

He doesn't have time for small talk, or whatever this is. Who'd have thought, that even without being his trainer, Michael would still be able to wind up that tight coil of tension inside him.

"Are you really happy?" Michael asks eventually, when most of the room has cleared out.

And that's some fucking nerve coming from him.

"I don't know, Mikey," he says after a beat of disbelief. He brushes his hand away roughly and steps back. "Maybe if you picked up the phone once in the winter break, you'd know, huh?"

Michael's eyes dip to the floor, like he's ashamed. Good, Daniel thinks, viciously. Where the fuck where you when I needed you?

"Mate, come on," Michael tries anyway, though his voice is hardly louder than a mumble. "You know we were a little toxic by the end of last season."

Toxic. Like Daniel is another client looking for 'mental health coaching,' and not someone who used to ride his bike to the beach with Michael when they were 13. Daniel scoffs.

"Oh you mean when I started being shit and lost my job?" He asks with a hollow laugh. "When my whole life was falling apart? Yeah mate, sorry if I was a little less than gracious to you around that time."

You're being unfair, some traitourous niggle at the back of his brain tells him. Knows that 'less than gracious' doesn't even cover it, but- But fuck Michael. None of it stopped himself getting a cushy new job lined up, coming out on top while Daniel found himself fired at thirty-three.

Michael looks at him again, daring to look only halfway apologetic.

"I wasn't your punching bag," He says firmly, like he's already found his second wind. Like he can read Daniel's mind, and after years spent in each other's pockets, he probably can. Can smell cracks in Daniel's resolve from a mile away, like some blood sniffing shark.

I know you, Daniel finds himself wanting to yell, though it wouldn't even make any sense.

Not today. Daniel isn't that guy anymore.

"No, you were my friend," he says, giving the wall next to him two hard slaps with the palm of his hand. "But fuck me I guess, for needing you. Won't make that mistake again."

#the hold grime had on 18 yr old me is unmatched #i'd have risked it all to be JMEs gf lol #anyway i hope someone likes this #even though it is not our usual scheduled programming:) #fic