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I posted 798 times in 2022

That's 361 more posts than 2021!

81 posts created (10%)

717 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thenhewaswrongaboutme

@delaber

@rookthorne

@captainsimagines

@winterbaebucky

I tagged 685 of my posts in 2022

Only 14% of my posts had no tags

#bucky barnes - 268 posts

#sebastian stan - 140 posts

#bucky barnes x reader - 119 posts

#bucky barnes smut - 98 posts

#tfatws - 65 posts

#sam wilson - 59 posts

#fic recs - 54 posts

#fic rec - 53 posts

#bucky barnes fluff - 51 posts

#bucky barnes angst - 38 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#as a black creator myself it’s beyond frustrating to already have less oppurtunities and then see our characters handed off to white people

My Top Posts in 2022:

Deal With It

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson/Female Reader

18+ ONLY.

A/N: I wanted to write a snowed in fic and I'm a whore for these men. I chose this gif because I want to be that pipe they're working on.

Word count: 5k pwp

Summary: Bucky is stuck at yours and Sam's apartment during an unprecedented winter storm. It may be freezing outside but things between the three of you are heating up pretty quickly.

Need to know: snowed in, one bed (a different take on it), slight exhibitionism, male masturbation, m/m anal sex, oral sex (m and f), light bondage, sex belt, slightly dom Sam, light angst, fluff, double penetration, poly relationship, fluffy ending

Please reblog and leave a comment to encourage me to continue being a slut and sharing it all with you :D

Bucky winced, grabbing his side as Sam hauled him upstairs to the cozy apartment Sam shared with you. Bucky had tried several times to convince Sam he was fine–he didn’t want to impose himself on you, but Sam was stubborn.

“Almost there, can’t believe the power went out,” Sam huffed, his lungs wishing they were in the elevator. “This storm will be just as nasty as the cut on your side.”

Bucky grunted a response, barely making it up the last few steps.

Sam knocked on the door. “Baby, it’s me! Bucky’s hurt!”

Bucky looked up as you pulled the door open; he never wanted to miss a second of your pretty face. You looked so concerned, scanning him from head to toe before you even greeted your boyfriend.

“Come in, come in, lay him on the couch.” You ushered them inside and moved some of your candles to the coffee table.

“I’m fine, really,” Bucky grimaced as Sam sat him on the couch. “I should get home before the storm gets worse.”

You and Sam ignored him, disappearing into the bedroom to gather medical supplies. This wasn’t the first time the three of you had been in this situation. Sometimes it was you and Bucky patching up Sam, Bucky apologizing profusely for returning him to you in less than perfect condition.

He could hear you nagging Sam about what happened, asking Sam how he had let Bucky get this hurt. His heart swelled; you sounded like you cared–like he was important to you.

You came back into view, bundled up in one of Sam’s hoodies and probably more than one pair of sweats, pink and white polka-dot fuzzy socks on your feet. The blizzard blowing in was no joke, especially now that there was no heat in the apartment.

“Shirt off, sweetheart. We’ve got to hurry before you lose too much body heat. The power has already been out for hours—no telling when it’ll come back on.”

Bucky both loved and hated that you called him that–you were touching him so tenderly he almost didn’t feel the pain anymore. As you stitched him up, all he could think about was how badly he wanted you to be his. Of course, he felt guilty, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how he wished you looked at him the same way you looked at Sam, about how he wanted to be the one you tackled in a hug when he and Sam returned from a mission.

“Buck?”

Bucky’s eyes snapped up to Sam. “Yeah?”

“You good? Looked like you were staring at my girl pretty hard there.”

Bucky’s face flushed, Sam had a teasing smile on his lips, but that just made it worse. “I–I wasn’t–”

“Sam, stop it,” you chided. “Go get him some blankets.”

“It’s okay; I don’t blame you, Buck. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Sam!” Now you were blushing, quickly packing up the first aid kit. “I’m sure Bucky has his own person to stare at.”

Sam snorted, throwing a hoodie and a few blankets at Bucky. “No, actually, he doesn’t. I’ve tried to help him; he’s stubborn.”

Bucky slowly pulled on a long sleeve shirt and then Sam’s hoodie. “No more stubborn than you.”

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643 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

Yes, Sarge

Pairing: Bucky/Female Reader

18+ Only.

Fourth (and final for now) entry for my smutty one shot collection! All scenes come from my OC story Figure My Heart Out and can be read separately or as a continuous story. It’s still slightly Christmas themed!

This whole scene was inspired by this photo 😩🥵

Word count: 4K

Summary: You convince Bucky to go to the opening night of Rogers: The Musical but he asks for your submission in return.

Need to know: Fluff, smut, and just a little angst. Dom Bucky. Orgasm denial, edging, public sex, blowjobs, toy use, spanking, overstimulation, breast worship, tit-fucking, Bucky being forever hard.

Please do not copy or post this anywhere.

Feedback is always welcome :)

“Come on, Buck, please,” you whined, giving Bucky your best puppy eyes. “It’ll be fun, and aren’t you at least a little curious?”

Bucky rolled out of bed and set his face in a look of determination, trying not to give in. “I’m really not. Musicals aren’t exactly my thing.”

“Sam’s going, Yelena’s going, baby, everyone but us is going,” you pouted, propping yourself up on your elbow as you watched Bucky stretch.

“You can go with them; I won’t be upset.”

Bucky gave you a soft smile over his shoulder before making a beeline for the coffee pot. You had tried to buy him a fancy contraption with little pods that you said would be much easier to use. But Bucky hated the taste; the flavors were all too sweet, and his plain black coffee tasted watered down. Your annoyed huff as you followed him into the kitchen with a blanket wrapped around your body put a slight smile on his lips. But he continued to ignore your pouting stare as he scooped coffee into the filter.

“I don’t want to go without you.” Bucky still wasn’t looking at you so you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “Are you afraid that the actor who plays you will be hotter, and I’ll leave you for him?” You teased.

“Yeah, right,” Bucky scoffed.

“So grumpy,” you forced his attention away from the slow drip of his coffee. “I’ll make it worth your while Sergeant Barnes.” You bit your lip and gave him your best fuck me eyes. They worked better than the puppy ones.

Bucky had a hint of a smile on his lips. “Oh yeah? This is a big ask, doll. I better get something amazing in return.”

You smiled at the glint of mischief in his eyes; he already had something in mind. “Like what, Buck?” You asked innocently.

Bucky smirked. “I’ll surprise you. When is the show again?”

Your eyes lit up at his concession. “It’s tonight. So, we’re going?”

Bucky sighed but couldn’t ever deny you anything. “Yes,” he groaned.

You squealed as you stood on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Guess we better go do some last-minute shopping then.”

“For what?” You asked.

“For what you’re going to wear to make it worth my while.” Bucky winked at you, grabbing his fresh cup of coffee and leaving you bubbling with excitement in the kitchen.

Shyness was a rare feeling for you–but as you walked hand in hand with Bucky through the crowded theater lobby, you could feel yourself blushing. The dress Bucky had picked out for you–emerald green velvet that left nothing to the imagination–captured everyone’s attention. Every eye was on you as Bucky guided you through the lobby and up to your private box seats. The fact that you were currently squeezing your thighs together, way too focused on the remote-controlled vibrator between your legs, may have had something to do with your sudden bashfulness. Bucky was sure to keep one hand stuffed in his pocket, to hide his left hand but mostly to torture you with the possibility that the vibrator could buzz to life at any moment.

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646 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

Don’t Get Cocky

Pairing: Bucky/Female Reader

18+ Only.

First entry for my new smutty one shot collection! All scenes come from my OC story Figure My Heart Out and can be read separately or as a continuous story.

Word count: 2510

Summary: You give Bucky his first blow job.

Need to know: Fluff and Smut. Slightly sub Bucky. Strong language, reader calls Bucky a slut (affectionate) a couple of times. The damn black t-shirt. Oral sex obviously. Pining.

Please do not copy or post this anywhere.

Feedback is always welcome :)

You winced when Bucky loudly entered the house, the door slamming closed behind him as his boots stomped through the entryway. The headache building since meeting Walker that afternoon throbbed with each sound he made.

“Something’s not right about Walker,” Bucky announced, and you swore your head would explode from the volume of his voice.

You sat up from where you were laid out on the couch to shush him but your breath caught in your throat as Bucky ripped his jacket off. The frustration was evident on his face; he looked ready to punch someone, and you assumed that someone was Walker.

You wanted to be concerned about his mental state, but you couldn’t stop ogling him. Bucky rarely wore short-sleeved shirts, and the black one he had on now was at least one size, if not two, too small. You could see the outline of his abs under the thin fabric. Had his arms been that big this whole time?

Your headache slowly melted away as you gawked at him approaching you.

“You don’t say,” Sam snickered from behind his laptop.

“Well, I know a crazy when I see one. Because I am crazy.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

Bucky knelt down in front of you, ignoring Sam’s teasing. “Are you okay?” His eyes swept over your body. “I swear to god if he touched you—"

“I’m fine, Buck,” you whispered, stroking Bucky’s cheek appreciatively.

Bucky looked you over once more before nodding his acceptance. His fingers ran over the gold chain around your neck out of habit; the sun charm necklace he had given you seemed to give him comfort. He kissed your forehead before going to the kitchen to pour himself a drink.

Sam’s voice was nagging at you, but you couldn’t hear him through the pounding in your ears; the blood rushing from your brain as you watched the vein in Bucky’s arm pulse as he poured scotch into a glass.

“Torres is calling; I’ll be back,” Sam sighed when neither you nor Bucky responded to him. You barely noticed him leave as you made your way toward where Bucky was leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look–flushed.” Bucky placed the back of his hand on your forehead, and you almost moaned at the contact.

“I’m fine,” you managed to stutter out, trying to ignore your body’s ridiculous reaction to this damn t-shirt.

“Do you want a drink?”

You were once again enraptured when he poured a drink for you. His forearm flexed as the amber liquid filled the glass. You took the glass from him but sat it on the counter, grabbing his wrist instead and running your hand up his arm. The solid muscle had no give under your gentle fingertips. He was too enticing.

You pushed him up against the counter and continued caressing his bicep while you felt his abs and chest with your other hand.

“Bucky.”

“Yeah?” Bucky answered distractedly, watching your hand move lower down his stomach.

“This is the fucking sluttiest outfit you’ve ever worn.”

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944 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

I haven’t watched Ms. Marvel yet so correct me if i’m wrong, but based on gifs from the Avenger con scene….why does it seem like no one in any phase 4 project that takes place after TFATWS knows or acknowledges that Sam is Captain America now?? I get remembering Steve of course, but like why would they put his shield on the statue of liberty as if they don’t still have a Captain America? Why isn’t there anyone dressed in Sam’s suit at the Avenger con? Why does no one even mention it in any phase 4 project?? It’s driving me crazy. (also still noticing Bucky’s clear exclusion which is sad since before Winter Soldier, he was nearly always mentioned in connection with Steve (like at the museum) and now he’s just not.)

1,172 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

She’s Gonna F**king Kill Me

Pairing: Bucky/Female Reader

18+ Only.

Third entry for my new smutty one shot collection! All scenes come from my OC story Figure My Heart Out and can be read separately or as a continuous story. The next few one shots are all Christmas themed because they are from the Christmas chapters of my story. So happy Christmas in May!

Word count: 4K

Summary: Your friends, Sam and Yelena are visiting you and Bucky for Christmas! Bucky’s sex drive doesn’t appreciate the intrusion though, and you teach him a lesson in patience.

Need to know: Fluff and Smut. Dom Bucky in the beginning but Sub Bucky for the majority of the story. Slightly rough sex (dom Bucky). Orgasm denial, edging, public sex, handjobs, blowjobs, toy use, prostate stimulation. I’m probably forgetting stuff, let me know. I could have made this one shot 10k words honestly.

Please do not copy or post this anywhere.

Feedback is always welcome :)

It had been weeks since Bucky had last felt your warmth wrapped around him. Long torturous weeks since he had been able to slip inside your tight body. Okay, Sam and Yelena had only been staying at his apartment for the past few days, but it felt like weeks to Bucky. At first, he had welcomed the surprise intrusion into his privacy; he had enjoyed their company in his own way. Laughing along with you all until he was drained and had to sneak away for some peace. Eventually, you would come find him nestled in the bedroom with a book in his hands and drag him back to the living room. He didn’t quite understand why he had to be there; he rarely participated in the conversation—but then he realized you just wanted his presence. You wanted to sit in his lap and play with his hair and watch him smile. And how could he possibly deny you that?

But now–as he sat on the edge of the bed and watched you dressing for the day–he wanted your friends gone.

“Bucky, I can feel you staring at my ass. We can’t.”

“Can we just kick them out then?”

“You know I want to as much as you, but no. We can last a few more days without sex, right?”

Bucky scoffed, and you giggled.

You stopped getting ready, dressed in just your robe as you went to sit next to him. “So, if you and Sam are going out today, don’t you think I should give you my Christmas list now?”

Bucky pulled you into his lap and gave you a stern look. “Have you been nice, doll?”

You bit back a laugh and played along, looking up at him through your thick lashes. “Oh no, I’ve been very, very naughty.”

“Hmmm,” Bucky ran his fingertips lightly over your thigh, moving your thin robe out of the way. “How naughty?”

You licked your lips as he looked down on you, his eyes smoldering. “Well, my boyfriend likes to get me into trouble.”

“Oh, he does?”

You nodded, watching Bucky’s jaw clench just slightly.

You knew you should stop this, it was going too far. You shifted your hips, chills shooting up your spine when you felt how hard Bucky was already. It was too late.

Bucky gripped your hips, holding you still. “What were you saying about that boyfriend, doll?” Bucky teased.

You swallowed hard as his hand slipped under your robe. His fingers toyed with the thin string around your hips, pulling it up, down, rubbing it between his fingers, but never attempting to pull the fabric down your thighs like you wanted.

“I can’t resist him,” you whispered, moving one hand up to play with his hair. “He has the sweetest puppy dog eyes, and he makes me want to cuddle with him on a cold day, but then he takes his shirt off, and he has all these big muscles, and I just want to drop to my knees and swallow his big fat co—"

You giggled as Bucky kissed you needily. “I wasn’t done.”

“I got the picture,” Bucky huffed against your lips as he frantically undid his belt with one hand while his other blindly searched for the condoms.

“Lucky for you,” Bucky pushed your robe apart and roughly shoved his throbbing cock into you. “Naughty girls get the best presents.” His gravelly whisper was both a promise and a threat in your ear.

“Fuck!” You yelped at the sudden pain of him stretching you out. “Fucking hell—Bucky, move,” you begged, eyes wide with lust.

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1,220 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

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hobis-hope94 · 3 years

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Just written the most fluffliest Drabble for my beloved Steve (inspired by @iamnotyourmusebitch!) I hope to upload it tomorrow

#it’s so fluffy it’ll knock your socks off #steve rogers x reader fluff #lots of fluff to make up for the angst of captivity #marvel #mcu #avengers #chris evans #new writers corner #first Drabble!!!!!

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bratkook · 3 years

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cozy thief. (m) jjk

pairing. jeon jungkook x reader genre. smut, fluff, mutual pining word count. 5.1k warnings. roommate!au, cuteness!! lots of kissing & heavy petting, hand in pants action and messy/needy humping from jungkook lol summary. a rainstorm knocking out your power is the small push needed for confessions to come tumbling out author’s note. requested for #30 from this prompt list! thank you for sending this in 🖤 (requests now closed)

The bubbling water is the only thing you focus on as you rest against the countertop, hands tightly holding onto your fluffy blanket of choice to trap all of the warmth in before it could escape. The rhythmic pattering of rain against the windows has become background noise now, already accustomed to the sound that woke you up hours ago.

It’s therapeutic really, your fuzzy socks sliding along the floor as you pull out your favorite mug, grabbing the hot chocolate mix and mini marshmallows from their rightful spot in the pantry. You don’t even think about the ridiculous electric bill you’ll be getting from how high you currently have the heater cranked up, freezing to death was not worth saving a few bucks.

Jungkook would agree, loving the fact that he didn’t have to worry about walking around the apartment in a snow coat and scarf. Sure you were currently bundled up as if the place wasn’t maintained at a steady 75 degrees, but from the time spent living together he had grown to learn that the minute there was rain or snow you would pull out the coziest blankets regardless of temperature.

“Can you make me one too?” He speaks up as he leans against the mini island, smiling when your blanket clad body jumps at the unexpectant sound of his voice.

The spoon clanks against the mug as you stop stirring the hot chocolate, turning your head back to take a peek at your roommate. “Don’t scare me like that.”

Jungkook laughs now, pulling up the sleeves of his shirt as he rounds the island to grab himself a mug. “What, should I wear a bell around my neck to let you know when I’m nearby?”

“Yeah actually, you sneak up on me all the time. You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.”

You eye his mug of choice, a Friends one that actually belonged to you, a little hard to believe considering it was the one he always used without fail. It was admittedly your fault for forcing him to binge watch the whole show on Netflix before it got taken off, but for someone who claimed he couldn’t stand it all he sure did cradle the themed mug with utmost care.

“You’re easy to scare, can’t blame me for seeing an opportunity and taking it.” Sliding the mug in your direction he rests on his elbows, observing you as you pour in the hot water, mixing the cocoa powder and smiling when you get the first inhale of it.

“Scare me some more and I’m revoking this mug privilege.” Jungkook knows it's an empty threat, the roll of his eyes calling your bluff so you just sigh, clutching the bag of mini marshmallows and bringing them close. “Yay or nay for the marshmallows?”

“Yay, what do I look like, an animal?” He scoffs, hand urging you to top off his drink with more sweets, a charming smile spreading out onto his face when you slide the mug over.

Just as he’s about to take a sip you walk off, both hands cupping your drink as you slide your way out of the kitchen. “Wait, where are you going?”

You freeze at the doorway, turning around with a confused face, “To binge watch some movies in the living room? The vent by the couch makes it the best place to get toasty.”

“Mind if I join you?”

The audacity of him to ask as if he didn’t regularly crash your binging parties, still you nod your head before turning back around and continuing your trek, hearing the soft patter of his bare feet against the floor.

“Why did you beg me to get you those cow slippers for your birthday if you refuse to wear them?” You wonder as you settle onto the couch, adjusting your blanket to circle around your lap as you bring your knees up.

Jungkook sighs dramatically as he sits beside you, bringing his bare feet up and shoving them underneath the pile of blanket around you, laughing loudly when you yell at the feeling of his cold feet against your silk pajama pants. “Because they’re cute, besides I don’t need slippers because my roommate has the best blankets.”

Accepting your fate you simply glare at him, detesting the way he could look as good as he does while attempting to push your buttons. The smug smile against the rim of the mug shows that he knows he can get away with it, a playful wink being the icing on top as he reaches for the remote.

You ignore the way your heart skips as he clicks onto your profile, already sorting through your favorite movies, knowing they were starred and saved under your list. As he passes Legally Blonde you gasp, almost undetected but he had been waiting for any reaction to know what to pick.

“You know, this has become one of my favorite movies now.” He quietly confesses, pressing play and setting the remote down onto the coffee table.

“Seriously?”

Jungkook hums as he takes another sip, eyes focused on the beginning scenes of Legally Blonde. This was definitely one of your comfort movies, even if he didn’t end up crashing your movie night he could still hear each scene from his bedroom, almost knowing every single line from how often you played it.

He proves his point as the movie continues, the two of you slowly sinking further into the couch, no longer caring about him using your blanket as makeshift slippers as you laugh each time he recites a line, adding his own commentary as he goes. The mugs of hot chocolate are drained dry, pushed onto the coffee table, freeing up his hands that somehow wind up playing with your own in a mindless motion, slowly tracing down your fingers to gently clasp them together before pulling apart and repeating.

Just as Elle Woods takes the floor to question the witness, the entire room goes black, Jungkook’s hands freezing on top of yours as you wait for a moment. With the loss of power you instantly feel the warmth begin to fade away, the vent right beside the couch no longer providing you the toasty escape you wanted.

“It was getting to my favorite part.” He groans out, resting his head back onto the couch, something you can just barely see in the darkness.

“Fuck is the whole block out of power?”

Jungkook pulls his hand away from yours as he stands up, knocking his knee into the coffee table and laughing as he tries to navigate through the dark living room. His silhouette makes it to the window, peering through it to see if maybe it was just your building that was shit out of luck, but the entire block is in fact dark.

“Yup, it’ll probably come back soon though.”

After two more hours and another mug of hot chocolate it became very clear that the power wouldn’t be coming back any time soon. Both of your phones lay screen down with the flashlight on as you finish up your drink once more, tightening the blanket around you now that the cold is becoming more prevalent.

“We’re gonna freeze to death.”

“No we’re not, it's a rain storm not a blizzard outside. We should probably call it a night though, the floors are getting cold as fuck.”

He had still refused to put on his slippers, allowing the cold tile from the kitchen to turn his feet into icicles. “You act like you don’t own socks or slippers.”

Jungkook merely waves you off with a laugh, grabbing his phone from its spot on the counter. “Let me live, good night!” His flashlight sways with every step, illuminating the trail before he disappears behind his bedroom door, leaving you with no other option than to retreat into your own room.

The door shuts behind you with a soft click, the rapid pattering of the rain against the window filling up the space and its no longer as therapeutic as it used to be now that you can feel the cold it brings with it.

Lighting up the candle on your nightstand, hoping the smell of gingerbread will convince your mind you’re not freezing, you settle into your bed. The feeling of your cold sheets against you has you whining, quickly pulling up the blankets at the end of the bed to warm you up as you ball into yourself.

It's only a few minutes later that you hear the gentle knocking against your door, the top of your head just barely peeking up from the mountain of blankets as Jungkook peers inside your room. The words he wants to say leave him when he takes note of the way you're being swallowed whole by different patterns.

“Holy shit, can you even breathe?”

“You wish you were this comfortable.” You laugh, tightening your grip on the blankets and pulling them snugly under your chin.

He shuts the door behind him as he steps further into your room, smiling when he gets the whiff of your candle. “That's actually why I’m here, can I steal a blanket?”

The idea of parting with even one of your blankets sounds like a sin, a frown etched onto your face as you contemplate it. “If you think I’m gonna give you one of these after you refused to use the slippers I bought you, you’re crazy.”

“C’mon,” he whines, sitting on the edge of the bed and toppling over to bury his face against the warmth, fingers clutching on when you try to wiggle him off of your legs.

“No, if you take one you’re gonna fuck up the balance I have going on right now.”

“Fine,” he grunts, but just when you think he’ll give up he starts to crawl over you, long limbs making their way to the other side of the bed. You feel the cold instantly as he peels off the comforter from the right side, making himself right at home as he slides underneath it in search of warmth. “We’ll share then.”

With the way he shimmies around, finding the best position to get comfortable, you know there's no way you can shake him. He smiles into the sheets when you grumble out a fine and turn over, not trusting yourself to be able to stare at his face from a close proximity and do something you’d regret.

A soft exhale leaves your lips as you force your eyes shut, ignoring the pounding in your chest as he inches closer so his legs don’t slip out from the blankets. You and Jungkook were roommates, and friends now underneath it all, but before you had crossed into friendship territory you realized you had a teeny tiny crush on him.

When you had first moved in he had a girlfriend, a girl you rarely ever saw since he preferred to go to her place, so it helped tame down the crush. But once they broke up and he began spending all of his time at home, the small bursts of his personality you would see lit that crush back up. It was always hard to tell if the way he behaved around you was just the way he normally acted or if he maybe had a small interest in you as well.

Forcing your mind from wandering deeper into fantasyland you nuzzle further into your pillow, pulling more of the blankets with you as you try to fall asleep. Jungkook feels the cold nip at his exposed ankle, huffing and flipping over to look at you with a small smile, the stolen blankets bundled around you nice and tight.

“Steal the blanket again and I’ll put my cold feet on you.” Is the threat he makes as his fingers clutch onto the top layer of blanket and tug it back. It's a threat you don’t take lightly, gaze narrowing as you turn your head to glare at him.

“You wouldn’t…”

His brows raise up at the challenge, jaw ticking out as he looks at you and before you can even react, he’s attacking, maneuvering himself around until he’s skillfully slipping his cold ass feet underneath the hem of your pants. You feel the cold instantly, a squeal of protest leaving you as you try to kick him away.

“Who the fuck sleeps with no socks in this weather!”

“Me, which is why I need the blankets you thief!” He laughs out, continuing to try to yank the blankets back now that you were distracted, pulling the soft fabric out of your fists as you start to admit defeat. With a small cheer of success he pulls the warmth up and over the both of you like a little fort, his eyes crinkling up in a smile as he stares at you, now positioned right on top of you.

Small pants escape your mouth as you slow your breathing, wide eyes blinking up at him as he refuses to move. The bed dips on either side of you as he holds himself up, lips still spread out in a smile, getting wider when he sees the way your eyes flicker down to them before looking back.

You wanted to kiss him, he knew this, had known of your crush since the very beginning. Jungkook had taken note of the way you would stumble over words whenever you spot him leaving the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, enjoying the flustered look on your face, that being the main reason he did it so often.

You thought you were slick, letting your eyes trace over the lines of muscle until it slipped behind the towel, but he simply let you get away with it, meeting your flustered gaze with that bunny smile you had grown to love. But as he hovers over you now there's no way he can pretend he doesn't notice the way your starry eyes stare at him, how you subtly lick your lips over.

With a small tilt to his head he finally breaks the silence, whispering gently inside of the little cocoon he had made. “I really want to kiss you.”

That gets him the reaction he wanted, the small gasp filling the air as your mouth drops open a tiny bit. “What?”

“Your lips look so soft, wanna kiss them.” His voice drops to a murmur, slow and husky as the words drawl out.

He wants to kiss you, something you’ve been dreaming of for months, and now your mind is betraying you as it struggles to unscramble the words needed to respond.

“Can I?” He asks, soft eyes looking directly at you and when you nod your head he tsks in disapproval, “Need to hear you say it love.”

The pet name makes you melt into your sheets, finally giving him a response as your brain releases your voice, “Y-yes, please kiss me.”

Jungkook smiles in appreciation before slowly inching forward, nose gently nudging against yours as he swoops in. Your eyes flutter shut when the softness of his lips press against yours, kissing back instantly at the first touch, your mind whirling at the intoxicating feeling. Jungkook can feel his heartbeat quicken when you let out a small sigh, your shy hands gaining courage and sliding up his sides until you’re cupping his face.

He winces at the icy feel of your fingers on his cheeks, the soft breaths of his laughter making you smile in between kisses, teeth knocking together as it begins to turn messy, the two of you just wanting more of each other now that the line has finally been crossed.

Jungkook lets you bring him in closer, balancing on his elbows as he slots himself between your thighs, the soft smacks of your lips blending in with the light crackle of the candle and the rain from outside.

A gentle nip of your teeth on his bottom lip earns you the first groan, the second coming when you trace your tongue along the seam of his mouth, slowly licking your way inside until it’s gently tangled against his own. Jungkook can feel his heart thrumming in his ears now, the realization that he was finally kissing you making his entire body warm up.

The way you had behaved with him, calling him bro, punching his shoulder whenever he told jokes in an act to force yourself from ruining the friendship, made him believe that this would never happen. He didn’t want to come across as the typical cocky boy who swore he could win everyone over but the way you’re gasping into his mouth, fingers moving to grasp around his neck to bring him even closer when he unconsciously rolls his hips into yours makes him feel like he just did.

Your wishful thinking had been true, the sweet gestures he did in day to day life stemming from the small inkling of a crush, something that had been planted the minute he started spending more time at home and around you. At first he thought nothing of it, chalking it up to enjoying spending time with his new friend, but soon enough he discovered he preferred to stay in with you, join you on your random quests to hunt for a new place to eat at, ignoring any other girl who showed any interest in him.

As the two of you continue to kiss inside the small makeshift fort, the air becomes stuffy, Jungkook pulling away with a small laugh. “Wait, can’t breathe.”

You let go of his neck and paw the blankets off your faces, the cool air of your bedroom finally being welcomed as you catch your breath.

“Better?” you question, smiling when he nods at you. “Good, now kiss me again.”

He doesn’t need you to tell him twice, lips cutting off the end of your sentence urgently, feeling the way you smile against him, your leg hooking over his hips like second nature. Jungkook feels like his head is spinning, the way your fingers move to rake along his hair, the soft gasps and sighs passed between you, he feels like a goner, the tipping point being your hips rutting up into his.

Both of you pause at the sensation, Jungkook moaning into your mouth as your clothed core grinds along the slowly growing erection pressed against you. “Y/N, don’t tease me.”

“Why?” you breathe out, pressing kisses along the side of his mouth and jaw as you repeat the motion, the usual fear of him not feeling the same long gone from your mind.

He drops himself further until his face is buried in your neck, goosebumps flaring out as his breath hits your skin when he speaks. “I’m trying to be sweet.” he murmurs, kissing your neck softly.

“You are being sweet,” you whisper, tightening your grip around his hip, smiling when he groans while you once again rut up into him. “Am I not being sweet? Just wanna make you feel good, Kook.”

Of course you were sweet, you always have been, it was the main reason his heart started to skip around you, why he clung onto your mug like a safety net, wanting to keep a small part of you with him. If you wanted to make him feel good he was in no position to refuse, wanting to reciprocate the sweet gesture instead.

Jungkook lifts his head up, dark waves falling over his face as he stares at you, wanting to see the look on your face as he gives the first roll of his hips into yours. He sees the way your teeth bite down onto your lower lip, pillowing the soft flesh out, mouth opening up to let out a gasp as he repeats the motion. There's never been a time where he’s been more thankful for a power outage than right now.

“Keep going,” you urge him on, sighing beautifully when he rocks against you again, hips nudging the leg hooked around his waist higher up with each slowly thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He sighs, taking a moment to fully admire you laid out underneath him, eyes sparkling as you stare up at him, mouth slightly parted as you groan at the small tingles of pleasure starting up inside of you.

“Wanna feel you.” The confession hangs in the air for a second, the trailing of your hand down his covered chest, fingertips tickling along the sliver of exposed skin above the waistband of his sweats, is what finally brings him back. His moment of admiration being broken as your hands slips past and gently grasps his hardened cock, the expected feeling of his underwear nowhere to be found because not only did Jungkook refuse to wear socks he also refused to wear underwear.

Your eyes widen at his size, already a nice handful and slowly growing the longer you hold it in your palm. As you give him a small pump you feel the exhaled grunt he lets out fan across your skin, his eyes falling shut as he pants out your name.

Jungkook gasps as your palm rolls over the head of his cock, thumb rubbing along his slit and dragging the beads of precum down his length. With a shaky hand he trails down your chest, slipping past your pants and underwear. A pleased hum escapes him as he feels how wet you are, fingers sliding along your folds, collecting your arousal before coming back up to circle around your clit.

“Fuck,” you gasp, hips jutting up at the tiny jolts of pleasure that spark each time his fingers circle around your bundle of nerves. This was definitely not how you thought your night would play out, still partially thinking you’re dreaming with your roommate asleep beside you but each time you blink the visual of his face inches from yours only gets clearer.

“How's this?” he whispers, eyebrow cocked up as he waits for a response, the tantalizing motion of his hands making your mind scramble once more, back arching up towards him as he applies a bit more pressure. Jungkook knows what he’s doing, the way his fingers find the right rhythm to leave you whimpering only to slow down right after, just because he likes the frustrated look etched onto your face.

A pout forms on your lips, your hands tightening their hold on his cock as you give him the same treatment, and as you slowly glide your palm down and back up, fingers refusing to go near his tip he groans in vexation.

“You’re not being nice.” Is what you manage to gasp out just before he picks up his pace once more, lips coming back down to yours in a hungry kiss, swallowing each moan as you let them out. Each pant through his nose is felt against your cheek as your own hands pick up the pace, the two of you working in tandem as the desperation starts to grow within you.

Jungkook wishes he could see you fully, not cocooned under a mountain of blankets, and for a split second he wants to suggest pulling them off entirely but the way the cold nips at your faces kills that idea on the spot. This would just have to do until the power came back.

“Ah shit,” he keens out in between sloppy kisses as your hands trail further down to fondle his balls, the beginning feelings of his climax creeping up embarrassingly fast. He couldn’t help himself, for months now he had wondered what it felt like to kiss you so this whole situation put his mind into overdrive.

You were on the same boat, the warm sensation spreading throughout you as his fingers continue to pinch and roll around your aching clit. “Wait, fuck I’m close,” you whimper out, chest rising and falling rapidly as you pull away from his mouth, a small string of spit connecting you together.

“Really?”

“Shut up don’t make fun of me,” you protest, gasping when he starts to kiss and suck along your neck.

“I’m not,” he mumbles, his hips rutting into your palm, fingers fisting the sheets beside you. “I’m close too.”

The whiny tone to his voice has more wetness gushing out, further ruining your underwear and Jungkook feels it as he fingers glide against your skin. That's enough to spur him on, quickening his pace with just the right pressure until your limbs are tightening up, back arching as your free hand clutches Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Don’t stop,” you plead, and he has no intentions to, smiling against your neck as your hand stutters along his length as the pleasure you feel coursing through you. Each roll of his fingers has you seeing stars in your dimly lit room, whines getting breathier each time until you’re finally coming undone with a cry of his name.

Jungkook feels the mess you make against his fingers, gently biting your skin as he starts to rut into your palm, the small twitches your body makes as he continues to tease your sensitive nub only making his need to cum grow.

“Y/N,” he mewls, pulling his hand out of your pants once you hum at your name, your palm trailing up his shoulder and into his hair to gently run through it. “Wanna cum.”

You bite your lips at his words, pulling your own hand out of his pants and he cries out at the loss of contact, face lifting up from your neck and the prettiest pout on his lips that you kiss away. “Cum, use me Jungkook.”

He eyes you for a moment, a subtle nod of confirmation being all he needs to slide down his sweats a bit until his cock slips out, a small sigh filling the air at being released from its confines. He licks his lips over as he grasps his cock, resting it along your core and sighing at the smooth feeling of your pants, the silk slightly cold against him, the small wet patch along it only making him shut his eyes.

When you widen your thighs for him to slot more easily he starts to rut forward, leaning back over you with his palms beside your face once more. Jungkook pants at the sensation, the gliding of his cock against your covered pussy, the small whines you let out each time he nudges against your clit, it kickstarts his climax once more.

“Feels good,” he grunts out, head bowing forward and pressing against your chest as he picks up the pace, hips knocking into you each time, beads of precum dampening your silk pajama set and mixing with your own arousal.

Jungkook doesn’t care how needy he looks right now, humping you like a desperate teenager because that’s exactly how he feels.

“Yeah, are you gonna cum for me Kook?” you whisper, caressing his hair until he’s looking at you once more, face screwed up as he teeters close to the edge.

When he nods eagerly you hook both legs around his waist, his mouth dropping open as he moans out unabashedly. “W-wanna feel you fully next time,” he grunts, jostling your body from the force of his thrusts, your pants wrinkling up around your thighs.

“You will,” you confirm, wanting nothing more than to actually feel his cock without the confines of clothes and blankets. “Once the power comes back.”

He chuckles at that for a second, smiling at you through the dull glow the candle provides but then his face twists up, brows pinching and jaw going slack as his hips grow sloppy.

“F-fuck,” he drawls out as his orgasm washes over him, hips rutting against yours with less grace than before, spurts of his warm cum splashing along your pussy and onto the small patch of skin above your waistband as he works himself through it. You sigh at the feeling, cupping his cheeks as your thumbs soothe him down.

Jungkook continues to rock against you until he’s whimpering in overstimulation, panting as he stares down at you with the dopiest smile. He turns his head to kiss at your hand by his cheek before bending down to press his lips against your in a gentle kiss.

“Did we just get to third base?” he whispers against your lips after the two of you fully come down, laughing when you swat at his side playfully, your own laugh filling the air as he pulls back to stare at you once more.

Suddenly your room fills with light, the two of you squinting at the brightness, the sound of the heater kicking back is followed by the warmth from the vents beginning to flow through.

You don’t even have to look at him to know what face he’s making, your promise of letting him fully feel you once the power came back flooding his mind. “No Jungkook,” you laugh, pushing his face away from yours as he inches closer like a child.

“Why not?”

“Because you ruined my favorite pajamas.”

He laughs freely now, kneeling up until the blankets slide off his body, his eyes staring down at your pants and analyzing the mess the two of you made. “I mean, you ruined them first.”

Okay he has a point, but instead of agreeing you simply raise your foot up and nudge it against his chest until he topples to the side, allowing you to stand up from bed with no fear of the cold attacking you. Jungkook smiles against your sheets as he watches you grab new pants and underwear before slipping into your bathroom, emerging a few minutes later with a pair of snowman printed pants instead.

“You wanna go finish Legally Blonde?” he asks, head perched up by his hand as he lays on his side, that charming smile on his face.

“It’s like two in the morning.”

He shrugs, not caring about the time at all, just wanting to spend more time with you, already knowing the two of you would most likely end the night having a discussion about more than obvious feelings after what just happened.

After staring at him for another moment you smile too, reaching your bed for the same trusty blanket you hand earlier and wrapping it around your body. But as he stands up from your bed you extend your covered up out for him to join you, a smile of success gracing his face.

“Wow, you’re actually sharing with me.” he coos, leading the two of you back out into the living room.

“Watch it, I’ll take it back.”

Jungkook simply wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side before you sit onto the couch. “I know you will you cozy thief.”

#ficswithluv #goldenclosetnet #heartsforbts #btswritingcafe #btsghostie #jungkook smut #jeongguk smut #bts smut #jungkook fluff #new

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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idk if you’re taking requests but if you are could i get a loki one shot where the reader is super shy and quiet and the only person at the tower she really talks to is natasha but the others have tried and failed. but eventually loki comes to the tower and he gets her to trust him and she opens up to him?? or something along those lines lol i’m just in desperate need of some loki fluff🥺 also i absolutely adore your writing 🥰💓

a/n: yup yup ! i don’t write for loki much so i hope this isn’t too out of character !!

in which loki manages to break down your walls, magic free

word count: 2k

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You sat next to Natasha, quiet as the others laughed at the movie. You leaned over making a small comment to Natasha causing her to burst out laughing, the other looking over to see what had happened.

“tell them!” Natasha nudged you and you shook your head, looking at your hands as natasha repeated your comment, everyone bustling out into a fit of laughter.

“y/n is the funniest person here nobody can change my mind” Tony piped up, smiling at you as your face burned.

The rest of the night went smoothly, keeping to yourself and whispering to natasha, making her giggle.

“you really should try talking to the other y/n, they love you” nat urged you, walking to your rooms to settle in for the night. You shook your head, heart racing at the idea.

“no, i mean they seem nice it’s just i don’t know i get so nervous i don’t wanna make a fool out of myself and plus they’re so intimidating” you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders as you stopped at your room.

“you know you’re an avenger too right?” Nat laughed as you rolled your eyes, waving her off and saying goodnight.

Morning rolled around soon enough and you walked out, steve and Sam saying good morning and you smiled at them, rushing to make a bowl fo cereal and sitting a couple seats away from them.

“so y/n what are you gonna do today?” Steve smiled, trying to make conversation with you.

You thought for a bit before answering, “not much, just train maybe uh, i might go shopping with nat later” you replied, ending the conversation and finishing up your food.

You excused yourself before they could say anything else.

“you know thor is brining his brother today” sam called out and you looked at him confused.

“battle of New York one?” You questioned and he nodded, you raised your brows in surprise.

“he’s good now, nice guy i think” steve added, not wanting to worry you. You only nodded your head and left the kitchen, going to train for the rest of the morning.

“is everybody here?” Thor boomed, a smile on his face as his brother stood next to him, arms crossed across his chest.

“where is y/n? Will she be joining us?” Thor questioned, slightly upset you weren’t there.

“I’ll get her she’s probably sleeping or something” Natasha smiled, heading to your room.

She knocked on your door, letting herself in after a couple seconds and found you passed out on your bed, a book next to your head.

Shaking you gently she woke you up, “y/n, wake up thor brought his brother Cmon” she spoke quietly as you stirred awake.

“what? what time is it?” you questioned, yawning and rubbing your eyes, looking around for a bit.

“3:12, you knocked out after our session this morning” she smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“told you i stayed up late” you defended, getting up and putting on some socks.

Natasha was in a t shirt and some sweats, so you figured your t shirt and shorts weren’t too bad. Surely the rest of the team was dressed casually too.

You entered the living room, still half asleep following Natasha, waving hi to everybody.

“now that everyone is here, this is loki, my brother! he’s a good guy now and since we’re gonna be splitting time between here and Asgard i figured a proper introduction was over due” Thor beamed at everyone.

“well hi loki, nice to uh- meet you, again” steve spoke up, trying to get the others to say hi.

“mm a pleasure” loki gave him a tight smile, you rolled your eyes at his tone. You finally looked at him, he was dressed in an all black suit and dress shoes, you scoffed at his outfit.

“you always dress like that?” You spoke up, upset that he had been rude to steve. Everyone’s eyes went wide, turning to face you and loki looked shocked.

“and you are?” Loki shot back, checking you out.

“y/n, and you should be nicer” you quipped, narrowing your eyes at him. Natasha smirked at loki, knowing how sassy you could be after a nap.

“you’ve got a quick wit, i like that” loki smiled and you rolled your eyes, shifting your weight onto your other leg.

As everyone else warmed up loki you stayed an arms length away, only speaking up when someone talked directly to you.

You slowly moved away from the group, turning to sneak away to your room. A smile on your face as you turned around, only to bump into someone’s chest.

“leaving my welcome party so soon, love?” Loki smiled as you stumbled back, eyes widening.

“how- you were just over there?” You gawked, looking back where you saw another loki sitting and chatting with the others.

“magic, did they not tell you about me darling?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

“no yeah they did, just didn’t pay much mind is all” you smiled, crossing your arms across your chest.

“you know, they didn’t tell me much about you, why’s that?” Loki asked, leaning against the wall and you fiddlers with your fingers.

“don’t really talk to them much, i- uh I’m pretty reserved” you spoke, a wave of realization washing over you as you fully woke up.

“don’t seem that shy to me” he smirked and you shook your head.

“no i was just really tired I’m so sorry I’m usually not like that I’m so sorry oh god” you spoke, fumbling over your words as your face grew hot from embarrassment.

“don’t apologize, i liked it” he smiled, pushing himself off the wall and moving so the oath to your room was no longer blocked.

“cant wait to see you around y/n” he spoke, letting you walk past him, biting your lip to contain your smile.

And you sure did see him around, telling him good morning when he sat himself next to you during breakfast, sparring with him when he suggested it after walking into the gym.

Loki found himself gravitating towards you, wanting to know everything about you, your favorite color, your middle name, your biggest fears. He wanted to know you.

He was persistent, constantly talking to you and spending time with you, he found himself doing things he never thought he would just to spend time with you. It’s how he was in his current predicament.

“okay just don’t smile or else it’ll crack” you replied, finishing brushing the green face mask on him, letting him use one of your head bands, one with pink fluffy bunny ears (he chose it himself).

“how can i not smile when the most beautiful person in all the nine realms is right here” he replied, making you roll your eyes.

You settled into you before, scooting next to him and turning on your favorite show. Both of you watching attentively as your masks dried.

“can i ask you something?” Loki spoke suddenly, you turned to look at him, a small hum signaling to continue.

“why don’t you talk to the others?” He asked softly, taking your hand in his to comfort you.

You let a couple moments pass to gather your thoughts, finally speaking up.

“they’re just really intimidating to me, i mean i grew up admiring steve and the other have saved the world countless times, I’ve helped them once but i didn’t even play that big of a role, it’s just really daunting you know?” He looked at the way your fingers intertwined and held back a smile.

“how come you weren’t scared to talk to me?” you looked at him, laughing softly.

“oh no i was scared shitless, you just wouldn’t leave me alone so i really had no choice” you replied, looking at your hands connected.

“is that how Natasha got close to you?”

You nodded, remembering the way she pestered you until you two became the best of friends, never leaving each other’s side for a whole week.

“well, i hope you know that I’m not going anywhere” he spoke, moving to face you. Reluctantly, you looked at him, tension thick in the air.

“what makes you so sure?” You asked, looking into his eyes.

Both of you leaned in a little, your breath hitched in your throat as you leaned closer, and closer, and-

ding! ding! ding!

Both of you jumped away at the sound of the alarm, clearing your throats and moving to wash the face mask off.

After you had both washed off the mask you headed back to your bed, sitting down with some space between your bodies. The sound of the show filling the room, neither one of you saying anything.

“what do-”

“why do-”

You both quieted at the sound of the others voice, laughing a little as you both stopped. He motioned for you to continue.

“what do you think about me?” You asked, fiddling with your fingers and picking at your nails, glancing at him for a second before focusing back to on your fingers.

“i think” he trailed off, scooting closer to you, “that you are one of the most amazing people I’ve met, that you are kind, funny and exciting” he finished, your thighs touching as you looked up at him.

“really?” you whispered, dizzy from how close the two of you were.

“absolutely.”

“what were you gonna say?” you asked, giving him a small smile before focusing on the tv show.

“why are you so sure that I’m gonna leave?” He questioned, eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes.

“i- well i never open up to people so they always just leave” you replied, furrowing your eyebrows before continuing.

“when i was in high school and such i used to be really outgoing and loud, everyone would tell me to be quiet when i got excited so i just kinda stopped altogether, no one complained much then” you laughed dryly, remembering the way your friends would get annoyed at how bubbly you were.

“they all left me after i stopped being loud, said i was boring.”

Loki felt his heart fall in his chest, he was angry at you past friends, but he was sad that you had changed so much for people who didn’t appreciate you.

“darling, look at me” he spoke softly, eyes meeting yours.

“i promise you that no one here thinks you are too much, i mean we have that falcon guy and spider boy, i can assure you they won’t tell you to tone it down” he reassured you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“how about we make a deal” loki smirked and you looked at him with narrow eyes.

“what kind of deal” you asked, suspicious of what he would propose.

“you try to come out of your shell more, and I’ll be nicer to the rest of the team” he stated simply, smiling at the way you thought about his deal, he could almost see the gears turning in your head.

“deal” you smiled, turning to look at him and extending you hand out.

He took your hand and pulled you to him, stopping you centimeters away from his face.

“may i?” He asked, eyes focused on your lips.

“yeah” you whispered breathlessly, crashing your lips onto his.

You both pulled away, a smile on your faces, you laughed at the way he immediately pulled you in for more.

You and Loki left your room not long after, knowing the team would be out and about despite it being almost 12 am.

“hi guys” steve smiled and you returned it, walking at bit faster before loki stopped you.

“remember our deal?” he whispered and you internally groaned, nodding and walking over to steve, heart pounding in your chest.

“hi Steve how has your day been?” You smiled, steve was taken back but quickly replied, easily falling into conversation with you.

Loki watched from a far, a smile on his face as you laughed, making conversation with the super soldier. Natasha stood next the Norse god, a smile on her face.

“Glad you could get her out of her shell” she smiled, eyes settling on you talking with Steve and Sam who had joined in.

“she just needed an extra push” Loki smiled, excited to see you become who you really were. Natasha felt her heart grow, she couldn’t wait for the team to appreciate you for who you always have been.

#loki fluff #loki x reader #loki #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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hi my dearest nikki <3, for Valentines season, Idk if someone already requested this but I wanted a Tae x y/n vacation somewhere abroad with some spicy steamin' lovemaking and a marriage proposal perhaps? hahaha i am forever in love with these two and your playlist in PW is my everyday playlist,just a tmi :)

perfectly wrong | drabble [12]: when the love is real, and right.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, sweet taehyung, unprotected soft sex as you try and cater to your man, straddling, some breast play, nothing too bad really - this drabble is meant to be cute af! (highly recommend music linked above lol)

note: imma make ya’ll cry with this one. lmfao, jk 😂 please don’t cry! happy valentines, loves! you are all beautiful and strong ❤️ you’ve come so far, please don’t ever give up! keep on keepin’ on, baby! i’ll always be here rooting for you!

update: please read this announcement!

School graciously provided another week of freedom in February, which so happened to fall right by Valentine's day. You were excited to relax and sleep in, be lazy with Taehyung and do absolutely nothing.

Except, not. Because all of a sudden, your man is rushing into your apartment, telling you to pack your things so you could make it in time for your flight later that evening.

"We gotta go, love." He pulls the luggage out of your closet and starts throwing your undies and bras from your drawer into it.

"Taehyung, please. What are you doing?" You looked over your covers, too lazy to move and do anything about it right now. You watched as he started rummaging through your pajamas and your socks, for whatever reason. "Tae, hello?"

"Come on, you need to pack. We have a flight to catch."

"Says who?"

"Says me." He smiles toothlessly, his bread cheeks poking out from either of his face as he holds up two airline tickets. Because you have terrible eyesight, you can't even make out the destination on the tickets and you don't even try to. It would be useless.

"Where are we going? I thought we were just going to stay home all week."

"I mean, that's always nice, but I saw that flights were cheap so I just bought 'em."

"So you just bought 'em? Really?"

"Miss girl, I don't have time to answer all of your questions right now. I can do that on the flight." He tilts his head and starts motioning for you to get up. "Come on, pretty please? It'll be worth it, I promise." You slightly whine, but you get up anyways and start to get ready for whatever this was. You throw on some comfy sweats and Taehyung's hoodie, then begin to pack your things. He says it's a tropical area [but 'not really,' he also says?], it's mainly humid and you'll be going into the water majority of the time. So, you pack a few bathing suits, a few light kimono type cardigans, shorts, crop tops and light jackets and call it a day. You've left whatever pajamas, underwear, socks and bras Taehyung had throw into your luggage cause at this point, you've learned that he does pay attention to what you pack and bring along.

And so that's what happened before you found yourself in a 1-bedroom Villa overlooking the ocean in Disney Aulani 8 hours later. You began to think this was planned all along, being that Taehyung had snagged a fancy room, with an ocean view and a fat bouquet of roses just waiting for you on the king-sized bed. Happy was an understatement.

Taehyung had made sure your entire week was filled with things to do, being that you both didn't know when you could go back to Hawaii like this. He rented out a jeep, driving you around the entire island of Oahu within the week's time, sight seeing, taking tons of pics together, stopping at food trucks, shopping small towns, and pulling random, small hikes together. He even made sure to take you to the Dole Plantation so you could grab that dole whip you had been raving about for so long and to the flea market to grab tons of cheap, fun souvenirs. He knew just what you liked, and he knew what would make you happy. He was happy to see you happy. Some days also were more lowkey, where you'd spend it at the various pools in Aulani's backyard, going snorkeling or paddle boarding, or even just going down the street at the ABC Convenience Store to binge on the cheap hot food [like $2 spam masubis!] and milk tea.

If it was easy to just snap your fingers and live somewhere else with Tae, it would be right here. Days moved so slowly on the island and you loved every minute of it. People really appreciated taking things slow here. Just imagining your life with Taehyung on an island like Oahu was *chef's kiss* - imagining your man in his shorts and fluffy hair in a loose shirt, waking up to the sounds of the beach every day. God damn. You truly loved him, and you'd go anywhere with him.

And Taehyung felt the same exact way, which is why he had one last thing planned before it was time to head back.

He had gone downstairs to grab some things as he says, but he had asked you to get dressed so he could take you on a fancy, romantic dinner. He had thrown on some slacks and a button up short-sleeved shirt tucked in, his curls messy but also not? Whatever you call it, he was fine as hell and you wanted nothing but to eat him up. Truthfully. You sat on the couch in a simple black, off the shoulder, mesh-like dress, which Taehyung also wanted nothing but to eat you up with the way you were swaying your hips in that dress. On everything, he almost wanted to call dinner quits just so he could have you instead.

But, he needed to stick to the plan for specific reasons. You sat on the couch, flipping through the channels when Taehyung had walked in and straight into the room. He had something tucked under his arm but you couldn't figure out what else he was fiddling with in his hands. Then, you heard him on the phone, faintly responding behind the walls with a 'sounds good, thank you!' before he opened the room door with a smile on his face.

"Ready for dinner?"

"Sure, weirdo." You laughed as you walked towards him, getting on your tippytoes to plant a kiss on his lips. He took your hand and led you inside the room, only for you to see the balcony lit with candles and a table for two set up, with a simple rose in the middle as decoration and soft music playing in the background. You had placed your hand over your mouth, speechless as to how he even did this right under your nose.

The best part [besides Tae himself] was the view of the ocean with the sun slowly setting in front of you.

"Welcome to Maison de Taehyung." He giggled with that deep, nerdy giggle of his that you love so much, making you playfully shove him away. Before you could make your way to the balcony, there was a knock on the door. Taehyung had welcomed Room Service in, allowing them to wheel in the food to the balcony and set the rest of the finishing touches before leaving you both to your privacy.

"Baaaaabe." You whined, almost in tears. He pulls you close, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he plants a kiss on your forehead. Your nose. Your lips. The butterflies.

He leads the way, pulling out your chair before sitting himself down. The food was amazing, the main course being a specialty the chef had whipped up just for Taehyung pulling his charm downstairs with the front desk. Typical Tae, really. You didn't need dessert, being that the main dish was super filling, but you ate it anyways because fuck it - you're in Hawaii with the love of your life and it was a bomb ass chocolate cake. You don't skip on that.

You sit on the bed as room service is quickly cleaning out the balcony, taking the plates and the table cloth along with them. You were full and satisfied, and you couldn't wait to just be in bed in Tae's arms. Dinner was special because not only did you get to eat this food with that view, but you got to talk to Tae about everything and anything. He indulged in every minute of it, giving you his undivided attention while the colors of the sunset bounced off of your skin. He loved you more than you even knew. He loved that he was here with you, and that you had taken a chance on him because this is where he wanted to be. This is the life he wanted, and this is the person he wanted to share it with.

"I'll be right back, baby."

"What are you up to now?" You giggled.

"Mmm, it's probably best you just wait." You nod silently as you watch him walk out of the room.

You stepped out into the balcony again in hopes of Tae joining you when he gets back, getting the last few bits of the sun right before it sunk into the horizon. Your phone began to buzz in your hands, signaling a call coming in.

"Jeon Jungkook." You answer his facetime call.

"Let me see Hawaii."

"You're too late, the sun literally just went down." He clicks his teeth.

"Maaaan. I would have liked an invite."

"Don't get mad at me fool, I didn't even know we had a flight until Taehyung busted into my room trying to pack my things." He laughs.

"What a guy."

"What do you want?"

"Jeez, that's no way to talk to your bestfriend."

"I'm on vacation, you should be lucky I didn't send your ass to voicemail. What do you want?"

"I just wanna talk to you guys. I'm bored."'

"Where's Hobi and Yoongs?"

"Being boring at their own homes."

"Jin?"

"Cafe."

"Jimin and Namjoon?"

"Jimin is home, Namjoon is downtown."

"Then sucks to suck, loner."

"You're a real piece of work, even in Hawaii." You laugh. "Where's Tae?"

"I don't know, he ran off again. He's been busy trying to surprise me with things left and right."

"Has he now?" Jungkook bites his bottom lip, knowing full well what's about to happen next. The whole reason Taehyung stepped out was to call him and calm his nerves. Was this Taehyung's bestfriend, or yours?

"Yeah, he's the best." You say, smiling to yourself as you fiddle with the top portion of your dress. You hear the front door close, assuming Taehyung had gotten back from whatever he was doing. "Uh, I think he's back, I should--"

"No, can't you just talk to me for like 5 minutes, Y/N?"

"Why are you so needy?" You chuckled.

"I just told you I was bored. I wanna say hi to Tae."

"Well when he comes here, I'll let you say hi."

"What else did you guys do today?"

"Uh, we took it pretty easy and played around at the beach."

"Cute."

"Baby, can you help me find something?" You hear Taehyung's voice right behind you.

"Sure." You say, keeping your eyes on Jungkook, who's chuckling to himself. You furrowed your brows at the camera. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Go help him."

"Okay, hold on." You say, putting the phone down by your hip. You turned, only to jump back in surprise. "Taehyung!" You gasped, your hand over your mouth. Taehyung had been behind you the whole time, his 100 watt smile shining as he bent down on one knee, holding out a small case that held a fancy diamond ring.

"Look, you know I'm pretty bad with speeches but I think you already know how you make me feel. I just, I--" He did a slight head tilt as he chuckled and took another deep breath. "I really, really love you, Y/N. It's always been you. You've become my better half and I truly can't see my life without you." You begin to cry heavily, forgetting Jungkook is still hanging on to dear life by your hip. It all makes sense now.

Why the hell would Jungkook call you at this time?

"Will you spend the rest of your life with me?" He asks, tears welling up in his eyes watching you cry in front of him. Your words can't escape your mouth because you really don't even know what to say. You're speechless, and you didn't even expect this to happen right at this moment. You knew you loved him, and you knew you were set with him. But to have him propose on a night like this in Hawaii? Unbelievable.

You nod and he shakily slips the ring onto your ring finger before you wrap your arms around his neck tightly as he hugs you. You pulled back to kiss him, only to be startled by all the screaming coming from your phone. Taehyung laughs as he holds you and watches you bring the phone back up to your view, seeing Jimin, Namjoon, Hobi, Yoongi and Jin all in one frame with Kook.

"You fucking liar!" You yell at Kook, making him laugh his loud, elmo laugh.

"We love youuuuuuuuu!" Jimin yells from his position, with Jin blowing kisses into the frame.

"You planned this all along." You turn and say to Taehyung softly. He just nods and shrugs, making you bite your bottom lip as to how attractive he was for pulling all of this shit right under your nose. "I'm gonna have to call you guys back later."

"Ooooooh, ew." Yoongi says before you abruptly hang up the call and jump into Tae's arms.

He brings you into the room, you tossing your phone onto the dresser, causing Taehyung to laugh into the kiss. He sits on the edge of the bed as you grip his face softly, your tongues fighting each other for dominance as the kiss intensifies. You feel his hands start to unzip your dress from the back, causing you to bite his bottom lip and gently pull back. He lets out a small moan as he fiddles with the rest of your zipper and successfully gets the dress to fall from your shoulders, exposing your breasts from underneath. You arch your back slightly, allowing Taehyung to plant kisses down your neck and to your breasts, using his tongue to toy with each nipple one by one. He sucks on it gently, pulling back with a pop before he blows onto them, goosebumps rippling through your body. You quickly unbutton his shirt as he's kissing your neck, causing you to let out a small hiss feeling his tongue against your skin.

It doesn't take long before both of your clothes are scattered across one side of the room, Tae holding you close as you continue to straddle him. You grind your hips into his, feeling his hardened member rub against your throbbing pussy.

"Fuck." He whispers. "I can feel how wet you are." You bite onto your bottom lip as you position yourself onto his hardened member and slowly sink yourself down. You watch as his head tilts backwards, eyes shut while his mouth is slightly opened to let out a moan. You began to slowly rock your hips into his, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You loved feeling his warm skin against yours and his strong arms holding you close. "Baby." He moans. "God, I love you." He says as you start to pick up your pace, rocking your hips a little quicker.

"Nnnnng--Tae." You let out a breathy moan, tilting your head back in pleasure. Your back slightly arches along with it, allowing Tae to let his hands roam up your back while he kissed you softly along your chest, down to your stomach and back up to your breasts. He loved every bit of you, and he wanted to show you. Every. Single. Inch.

"If you keep moving like that, you're gonna make me cum." He whispers, nibbling onto your earlobe while his hands guide you, pushing you to ride him faster. In which, you do. You grant your man's wishes and pick up the pace quite a bit. The least you could do is cater to him after what he's done for you this week. He's moaning your name, calling you baby and whispering how special you are to him in your ear, making it incredibly difficult for you to keep holding on while he does so. "You're so beautiful."

"Babe, I'm close." Your nose is touching his, his eyes locked onto yours. "Fuck, babe. I'm gonna cum." You whine the more your hips are working his cock. You feel every inch of him inside of you, tickling your core enough to send you hurdling over the edge in a matter of minutes. "Ohhhh, fuck!" You yell, your body tensing up as he holds you close with your hands tangled in his hair. It's not long before he fills you up, your walls pulsating around his member being the cherry on top for him.

"Mmmmmshit! Baaaaby." He elongates his moan, no other noises coming out of him as the sensation completely takes over his body. You wrap your arms around his neck while regulating your breathing, his member beginning to soften within you.

"I love you." You whisper in his ear.

"I love you too, fiancé." He says, causing you to giggle as he places a kiss on your shoulder before allowing you to get up and get cleaned up.

So, we're really doing this thing, huh?

This thing called life with Kim Taehyung.

Absolutely, yes. 100%.

You'd do it over and over again, just as long as he was by your side.

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libra-kirishima · 3 years

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Mirio and his wife(he dead ass proposed to y/n at UA graduation) How would Mirio’s dad react to being told he’s going to be a grandpa? I wanna get a cavity from the Fluffy sweet content.Oh oh oh and what if they did the headphone challenge where they tell him word for word while listening to music at a high volume.💕🌸😫✨🌿💜 PLSSS

I'm so glad we all agree that Mirio gets married straight out of high school.

When Mirio proposed to you just seconds after you both graduated, it was assumed by almost all of your classmates that it was because you were pregnant. Only Tamaki knew that Mirio had been saving the money from his work-study to buy you a nice engagement ring since your first date. It was only Tamaki who knew that he purchased that ring almost a year ago and had been hiding it in his sock drawer waiting for the right moment. It was also only Tamaki who knew Mirio wanted to propose at the graduation ceremony.

And he did. The very moment after you both launched your graduation caps into the air, he reached under his robe to pull the ring box from his slacks while you weren't looking. The surprised look on your face when you turned back to him was something Mirio plays back in his head every day. You turned to ask him if he'd want to come back to your dorm after the ceremony, and your eyes were met not with the chest of your boyfriend as you'd expected, but a brilliant ring in a velvet box that you absolutely adored. The tears began to flow before he could even finish his speech about how much he loved you, and couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life loving you.

Fittingly, only Tamaki knew that this wasn't a shotgun wedding, brought on by Mirio unexpectedly getting you pregnant. Though the two of you were completely unaware of this wide held assumption. It took Mirio's father asking when the baby was due to finally dawn on the two of you, several months after the wedding, that most people assumed the marriage was brought on by a baby coming. It was that evening that you and Mirio sat down together and made the decision to wait at least until you were both 25 to think about starting a family.

The positive pregnancy test in your hands at 19 was hardly unexpected, but still a huge surprise. You and he had both been so busy that you had gotten sloppy with your birth control, and the moment you both had an overlapping day off you made the most of it.

"Making the most of it' is such an understatement." You muttered to yourself. "We certainly made something." Though as panicked as you were, when you told your husband the news he was overjoyed. Before you could even finish your sentence, he was lifting you up by your waist and spinning you around. All the stress in you melted away as you saw the excitement in his eyes at the thought of him being a father.

"-We'll have to move to make room for the baby. And I guess that gives us the chance to think about what school we want to send them to and how their school schedule will fit in with our work schedules. I don't want you to put too much stress on yourself so maybe Tamaki will help us. I bet he'll be excited to find out. What color should the nursery be? I don't know if you want to decide that before or after we know the sex of the baby. Is it sexist to color a nursery based on the baby's gender? What about purple or yellow? Oh, or maybe green or orange! What do you want to name them? Is it too early to start thinking about that? And how are we gonna tell our families?" Mirio's rambling stops after that final question and his eyes widen. "Oh my god how are we gonna tell my dad!?"

"Do you think he'll take it poorly?"

"No he seemed really excited last year when he thought you were pregnant."

"Then there's nothing to worry about." You reassured him, prompting him to have a seat. He followed your suggestion and sat himself on one of your dining room chairs. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind and placed a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was four days later that he came up with the idea. Deciding to take a break from looking for a place with two bedrooms, you busied yourself with something else as he aimlessly scrolled through social media.

"That's it!!!" You heard him shout from your place in the kitchen.

"Did you find a place you liked?" You shouted back. He burst into the kitchen to join you.

"No, even better!" He answered, padding over to you with excitement in each step.

"You decided what color you wanted the nursery to be?"

"No, but I have a really strong feeling that it's a boy and I think we should go with blue and yellow."

"And what if it's a girl?" You asked with a small giggle. He froze and allowed himself to think it over.

"Blue is a gender neutral color." He finally responded. You muttered a soft 'good answer', but it was lost as he continued with "But I swear that it'll be a boy. Didn't you say something about a cancer's intuition?"

"Hey that's serious stuff. Don't joke about that." You argued.

"Exactly!" He insisted. "Wait what did I come in here for?" You shrugged your shoulders, which prompted him to leave the kitchen and return to the living room. Shortly thereafter he returned to the exact spot he stood in the kitchen, lost in thought. You could tell he was retracing his steps. "-so then I got excited and came to talk to (y/n) and she asked if I decided what color I wanted the nursery to be- Oh! I can just check my phone!" You laughed to yourself as he pulled out his phone to resume scrolling. He found what he was looking for and brought it over to show you.

A video of an older couple wearing headphones blasting loud music. They were being told by their daughter that they were going to be grandparents, and you watched as they tried to piece together what they were being told. Once the father figured it out, he leaped out of his seat with joy.

"So that's what you want to do with your dad?"

"Yes, please." He answered. "Next week?"

"No." You answered, pointing your finger at him. He pouted at your response, which you elected to disregard. "You will wait until the second trimester and you will like it."

"You can make me wait until the second trimester, but you can't make me like it." He answered. Crossing your arms, you raised one brow at him with a sharp glare. "Fine, I'll like it!" He sighed, causing you to grin.

To Mirio, the first trimester went at a snail's pace. He was eager to meet his baby boy and even more so to tell others about him. He wanted so desperately for these 40 weeks to be over. At the five month mark, he couldn't drive you to your doctor's office fast enough. Not even trying to hide the eagerness in finding out the sex of the baby.

"I told you he was gonna be a boy!" Mirio told you excitedly as you walked back to your car. "See, Cancer intuition!" You laughed at his enthusiasm over correctly guessing the sex of your baby.

"I think that was just wishful thinking." You joked. "You didn't do anything."

"No, I'm definitely psychic."

"Okay then Mister-Psychic-Intuition. Will he be a Virgo or a Libra?"

He tapped his chin as he thought over your question. You knew he wasn't as into this stuff as you were, but he still devoted a lot of effort into his prediction.

"I think he'll be a Leo." He answered as he drove out of the parking lot.

"Do you want to go tell your dad now?" You asked. His eyes lit up at the sound of your question and immediately changed course to his dad's house. "Great!"

Mirio didn't even knock and wait to be let in. He saw the light on, noted that his father was home, and used his key to let the two of you in as quickly as possible.

"Dad!" He called from the doorframe. In all his excitement, he nearly forgot to remove his shoes. Mirio's dad scrambled to his feet from where he was sitting on the couch, believing that his son was in some kind of danger. "No sit back down, we're going to play a game."

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine, don't worry. But sit down, it's game time."

He sat down, but remained both concerned and confused as his son sat across from him, prompting you to do the same.

"How are you?" You asked him.

"Just fine, thank you (Y/N). How about yourself?"

"I'm great, thank you. Do you have any exciting plans for this weekend?"

"Not really. I have errands to run but nothing else on the agenda. What about yourse-"

"I FOUND THEM!" Mirio shouts from upstairs. You hardly thought to ask where he had gone to, instead making polite conversation with his father. Your husband barrelled down the stairs a moment later, triumphantly holding up his old headphones from when he was in high school. "I thought I left them here!" Mirio wastes no time in running him through the rules of the whisper challenge and putting the headphones over his ears with music playing loud enough to block out what you were saying. Mirio looked at you then back at him with a big smile. He and his dad flashed each other a thumbs up.

"Can you hear me?" You asked. No response. "Okay good start." You then turned to Mirio. "Can I film this?" You asked, although you didn't wait for an answer before you pulled your phone out and opened the camera.

"You're going to be a grandparent." Mirio stated, doing his best to annunciate every syllable.

"Do you want spinach?" His dad guessed. Mirio shook his head.

"You're going to be a grandparent." You echoed.

"Shorts? Do you want to wear shorts?"

"You are going to be a grandfather."

"You want me to what?"

Your husband shook his head and decided to take over.

"You are" Mirio stated.

"You are" His dad repeated. You both nodded encouragingly.

"Going"

You both nodded again.

"To be"

"Crazy! You are going crazy." He guessed. Mirio sighed and shook his head.

"You are going to"

"To! You are going to!"

"Be a"

"Be! You are going to be."

"A grandfather." Mirio finished.

"A- a grandfather! You are going to be a grandfather!" You both nodded excitedly. He repeated to himself. "You are going to be a grandfather. You are- I'm going to be a grandfather?" He pulled the headphones off his ears. "I'm going to be a grandfather?"

"You're going to be a grandfather!" Mirio repeated excitedly. You pulled the ultrasound photos from your jacket pocket and handed them to his dad. "In a few months you get to meet your grandson!" He added, voice shaky from holding back tears.

"You're kidding me!" His dad added, holding back tears of his own. "You're not kidding?" You shook your head. He stood up and engulfed you both in a hug, no longer trying to hold back his tears.

"I'm due somewhere between September 13th and September 22nd."

"Although I think the baby will come a couple weeks early." Mirio added with a soft smile.

And just as he predicted earlier that day, he was right.

#did it need to be this long? no ma'am but i did it anyways!#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #toogata mirio #mirio x reader #mirio togata x reader #togata mirio #togata mirio x reader #togata x reader #pronouns used: she/her/hers

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inyoursheets · 3 years

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Pretty sure they mean romantic pairing, but I do what I want! Anyway, any or all: (1) things you said when you thought i was asleep - Annie & Ben, (2) things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear - Sara & Stan, (3) things you whispered in my ear - Rhea & Marcus

i love that you do what you want. i will also do what i want and gladly make use of the excuse to write rhea. so here we have a rhea & marcus drabble (ft. rio) that got much longer than i planned

It’s the click of her bedroom door pulling at the last thread of quiet, the frantic whisper-shout of a parent with plans differing from those of a strong-willed eight-year-old, and the tell-tale movements of her son hurrying inside that has her bury a chuckle in the crook of her elbow.

“I don’t think she’s awake yet,” a familiar voice rasps.

“She is!”

The conviction in Marcus’ words makes her lips curl up. He’s so determined in his ways. Takes after his father, although his execution is far more charming than Rio’s.

She can hear Rio shush him softly, tell him to wait downstairs a little longer. Hears the rustle of her boy wringing past his father, the sound of his socked feet slipping over the laminate of her bedroom floor, and how many times did she tell him not to run with those fluffy socks – white with blue stripes, grey-bottomed from use – on?

She’s been meaning to get him new ones. Although, that might not do much to discourage his new habit of skating through the house in infectious bursts of energy. Just last week he knocked over two of her calathea plants, shock and sorry eyes swiftly shaping into a brightened face, ever the little opportunist, suggesting they go to the store for a lemon tree instead. He’s been sweet-talking her into the idea ever since Rosa got one of those, eager to track the growing fruit at his leisure instead of only once every two weeks at Rosa’s. She’s been holding off on it, figuring re-potting the calatheas would suffice for now, to his great displeasure.

It’s not long before Marcus rounds her bed, the sound of Rio sighing softly somewhere behind her, sunlight reddening the darkness behind her closed lids. She can feel his eyes on her, his breath fanning her face, the tickle of his hair against her skin as he leans in closer.

“I know you’re awake,” he whispers in her ear. Rhea tries not to strain her squeezed-shut eyes, tries to tame the tremor of a smile with plans of its own.

“Dad said to wait but I know you’re always awake when I come.”

A triumphant smile greets her when she finally opens her eyes.

“Ha! Happy mother’s day!”

And with that, he jumps on the bed, crawling on top of her until she stirs on autopilot, wrapping her arms around her son.

“Thank you, baby.”

Marcus presses his forehead against hers, smiling.

“You have to come downstairs for your gift,” he solemnly tells her, the vivid brown of his eyes striking in lazy Sunday morning sun.

“Oh, really?”

“It was too heavy for Dad to bring it here,” he giggles.

That explains the slight thunder in Rio’s features. One look at him leaning in the doorway, eyebrows lifted, and she laughs – until she sees him roll his shoulders, the accompanying flicker of pain on his face.

Her eyes soften.

“Alright then, show me this gift.”

She follows the pair of them downstairs, one of Marcus’ socks nearly slipping off his foot, the elastic tired and stretched beyond the few dollars’ worth of capacity, the kid running to the living room until twin warnings predictably instruct him otherwise.

He slows down, barely, eagerly twisting around to face her as she steps into the living room.

And, well. She should have known.

A potted lemon tree stands tall and proud in the middle of the room, much like her son, grinning up at her.

“Do you like it?”

It’s the giant smile on Marcus’ face that lights up her features. Rio’s, too. Their baby boy, the most wonderful surprise she ever received. Always had plans of his own. A fierce dedication to seeing things through. She can only wonder where it’ll take him. She can only hope they’ll be there to bear witness. She can only delight in the ways his mind works.

“I love it.”

send me a pairing + prompt and i’ll write you something

#once again #i love having no idea wtf i just wrote #ok i will admit i have no idea how much a potted lemon tree weighs #im guessing not THAT much but let's go ahead and assume that what with his injured shoulder he's not dragging the thing upstairs #just to show rhea #and then bring it downstairs #tysm for the prompts!!#ask #ask games #harpersplay #my fic #-adjacent

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fakeloveaskblog · 3 years

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Patty have you ever asked Janus to join for dinner when you meet him? Maybe that can somehow help Logan with his flirting? Or at least get Janus more relaxed?

(btw you're adorable ily!!)

(*cracks knuckles* Oh yeah baby we’ve gotten to the angst. Words: 2364 )

Patty: ": D Oh hello lil magical bird who just talked to me! I love you too!! I didn't want to barge in too much into their relationship but now when my honeypie has asked him out once already I guess I can help just a bit!"

Patty had sunglasses on to look like a secret agent. This was an important step in her plan, she swore on it. She sneaked into the open library while chuckling to herself.

She glanced around and almost immediately caught her eye on Janus standing in the reception. She did a few sneaky walks between the bookshelves before sliding up to him.

"Hello Janister!" She greeted with a bright smile while putting her elbows on the reception to lean closer.

"Hiya PatPat. Logan is off helping a customer but he'll be back soon"

"Oh silly I'm not looking for him right now. I am actually here to ask if you could come over to our place tonight. You see I'm planning on making Jambalaya but I always make too much! I'm talking leftovers up to the roof!! But if a third person was there maybe I would be able to make a perfect amount" She lied. She was making jambalaya for Janus purposes alone!

Janus' heartrate shot through the atmosphere "To- me?- your place?- tonight?- I uh- I don't know if I have time-"

She pouted and did her puppy eyes "You sure? You don't have to if you don't want to!! But it would be nice!"

He let out a happy sigh "Sure"

She took his hand and let out a sqeaul "aaah Great! It'll be so fun!!"

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Logan was leaning down so Patty could help him with his bowtie. "Are you completely sure I look adequate?" He asked.

"Oh honeybee, You look super duper ultra adequate. You're literally wearing a sweater with a math pun on it!!"

"Hmm sound argument. I can not deny the sexiness of math puns"

A knock came on the door. The couple stared at each other. Logan stimmed out of nervousness. Patty gave him a quick kiss before pointing between him and the door. They did a good luck high five.

Logan combed his hair back and leaned on the wall to look cool as he opened the door. Janus stood on the other side looking like a sardine that had just been pressed into a can.

He had on a purple vest with embroidered flowers details and with a long sleeved black button up under. Also a very funky pair of stripped pants with even funkier yellow snake socks under.

"Greetings Jan. You are looking" Like a dream. Like someone he wanted to kiss right this moment. "Very good"

"Aww are you trying to be a snake charmer Log-boy" Janus replied with a smirk.

"I am not a log or a boy. I'm an adult man made out of meat"

"You better be because I'm starving" He had downed 2 shots of vodka before coming to try to and cool his extreme anxiety. He was a lightweight.

Logan lead him into the living room "Are....Are you implying cannibalism?"

Janus shrugged while smiling.

The apartement truly did look like a mismatch of the couple's personalities. The walls were filled with maps of constellations and uplifting cat posters. On the bookshelfs cook books and travel books were stacked next to thick philosophy books and essays. The decorations were either cute porcelain animals, magical anime girl figurines or figurines of characters from Lo's different hyperfixations. The sofa was filled with fluffy blankets and pillows and stuffies were scattered around the light blue carpet filling the living room.

“Do you want to watch star trek while eating?” Logan asked with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“As long as I get to watch your beautiful face as well” Janus flirted back while doing an unsteady fingergun.

“Oh- Of course” His crush’s sudden forwardness was making his heart flutter.

Janus curled up in the corner of the couch, making himself as small as possible. Logan sat down pretty far away from him.

He started the first episode. Janus had a constant smile on his face as he listened to Logan go between telling him facts and gushing over his favorite moments. All while he could hear Patty in the kitchen half singing along to dad rock.

“Does she want help with that?” Janus, known gentleman and also nervous wreck, asked.

“She’ll tell us if she need it. She likes cooking. I like baking. It usually works out”

Janus got an amused look on his face “You’re into baking? So all those times at work when you brought desserts, that was your making?”

“Yes. And they were delicious. Anything wrong with that?”

“No. No. I simply didn’t take you for the type”

“Well cooking involves creativity and there’s room for your own ideas. Baking doesn’t. It is only about following a structure and doing kitchen chemistry. Of course I love it” He lowered his voice “It is also tremendously good for when you need to flirt without words”

“Oh really? I better start looking up recipes then” He pulled in Logan's bowtie “You have any favorites?”

In his head he had the guts to say ‘Your lips against mine would be my favorite’ in reality he said “HehuHFKdjf jam drops in the shape of heart. The heart part is important. It adds to the taste”

“It usually does”

Janus slowly looked him up and down. And then he realized what the fuck he was doing. He shot back into his corner of the sofa like a naked rat. Logan sat still with blushing cheeks, staring at the tv but not taking in anything that was happening except his racing heart.

“Done!” Patty exclaimed, coming in with a big ass fucking pot of jambalaya and a just as big bottle of wine.

She saw the nervous state both of the guys were in and quickly made up a plan. She slammed the pot down onto the coffee table and moved the blankets so they took up about half of the couch. Then she sat down using up as much space as possible leaving the guys no choice but to move closer to each other, If both of them sat their hands down they would touch.

Patty cuddled up to her husband with a proud smile on her face. Logan moved his arm around her.

“It looks great sweetheart” He pressed a kiss to her cheek making her giggle.

“So do you!! And so does mr. star trek captain man!”

She enjoyed the hell out of her jambalaya while the two idiots sent each other awkward smiles. Janus downed his glass of wine in record speed. (He took it slower with the food, he didn’t want to seem disgusting).

The whole star trek episode went by. Logan asked Janus a thousand excited questions about how much he liked it. All of his answers made the nerd happy stim. They put on a documentary none of them were really interested in the background while continuing to chat. Patty went on a long epic story about how a kid at her daycare had tried to bite her finger off last week.

“Soooo” Patty sudenly changed the topic. She said it with an innocent tone “My nerdy lil honeypie over here had the biggest crush on Data for a while. It was adorable. ANd while we’re on the topic” The look she gave Janus was happy but it still sent shivers down his spine “You having any crushes lately? Just curious!”

Both of the men internally gasped at the audacity. The gall! The sheer power!! Janus was sweating like a naked rat who had just been clad for the first time.

“...Well.......I have actually been meaning to....Ask about the polyamourous thing?”

The couple exhanged knowing glances before looking back at him “Mhm yeah Mhm” “I am poly and also a thing so I am an expert in this”

“So...I totally haven’t fallen in love with 3 people. 2 of which I met in the span of around a week”

Patton did a double thumbs up. Logan took a long sip from his wine. “We’re all gossipy bitches here. Tell all about it”

“Well. The first one is Remy-”

“The one with the sunglasses?”

“...Yes...Are....Don’t tell me they’re a serial killer”

Patty broke up into a chuckle “Logie-bogie tried to kiss them while he was drunk once”

“I threw up on their shoes”

“He threw up on their shoes!”

Logan saw the terror in Janus’ face as he worried that maybe 2 of his crushes were exes and quickly added “We are only acquaintance and I was momentarily struck by the impressive lenght of their legs”

Janus went on to gush about Remy and Remus. Why he loved them. All the dates he had daydreamed about. And then finally his voice was shaking when he mentioned just having a third crush.

Patty let out a long yawn before he could say anything more. She stood up “Well looks like it’s time to snooze! I assume 2 big burly ultra masculine men like you two can handle the dishes”

“It will be a challenge but we shall do our best. Goodnight honey” Logan kissed her.

She leaned in and whispered “Good luck Logie-bear! You got this”

She giggled mischievously while going off into the bedroom. She closed the door behind her. Only the two lovebirds were left now.

“So the third crush? Who’s the lucky gentleman?” Logan asked.

Janus held onto his newly refilled wine glass so hard it nearly cracked. He forced a smile “Wouldn’t you want to hear about the fake couples counseling I go to together with Remus instead?”

“Fake what now?”

“Well me and Remus, who I am hopelessly in love with even though he clearly doesn’t feel the same way, started going to a therapist pretending we were a couple to see how long it would take before he realized we didn’t know each other. He hasn’t realized anything yet. It’s great!”

It looked like Logan’s eyes was about to bulge out of his skull “That sounds illegal. It should be. You are dragging shame onto the face of psychology you double dumbass!”

“I have done nothing wrong ever in my entire life and frankly I deserve to waste even more therapist’s time” Janus replied.

He let out a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose “Which therapist is it that you’re harassing exactly?”

“Dr. Picani”

Logan’s eyes widened and he shut his lips tightly “Emile Picani?”

“Yes.....Please don’t tell me he’s a serial killer”

He slowly looked away while taking a sip from his wine “I have had intercourse with that man”

Janus choked on his drink. He coughed while staring at his friend with wild eyes “YOU FUCKED MY THERAPIST????”

“No.......He fucked me” Logan replied in a quiet tone. “Besides he’s not even your real therapist”

“He is still a sort of therapist man to me! I told him I enjoy Lana Del Rey. That was a very intimate moment for me!”

“Well I had a very intimate moment with him too”

Janus looked at him with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. He let out a chuckle which turned into a laugh which turned into Logan not being able to not laugh along which turned into the room filling with nothing but flustered happiness and laughter.

Logan grabbed onto his crush’ arm just to have some contact with him while his eyes teared up from laughter. Janus leaned his head against his shoulder and curled up close to him while giggling so much his stomach hurt.

“Oh we’re idiots” Janus sighed.

“We are. We truly are”

They stayed sitting like that. So so close. Logan’s arm around him. Janus breathing being felt against the other man’s skin. Their hands touching. Only comfortable silence surrounded them.

A few minutes went by. Janus looked at him shuly. His thoughts worrying about everything and anything “Should we- ehm- the dishes?”

The moment broke. Logan moved away before standing up “I uh yeah- we should”

It was strange. Just dishing together with his crush made Logan happy. All he could think about was getting to be this close, this domestic, with him every day. Getting to wake up next to him. Kiss his knuckles. Share a morning with him.

“Who was the third crush by the way?” Logan asked, glancing over at his crush.

Janus stared down into the water “I- I can’t say it”

“Understandable”

He stopped and turned fully to look at Janus. He had never been more unsure of where to put his hands before.

“Well I can...Say it I mean....I....I...Janus.....You make me happy just by being near me...You are so wonderful...I....I love you”

Logan couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He took a step forward and cupped Janus’ cheeks. He leaned forward, so close, so close that their noses and foreheads were pressed against each other. It felt like had been starving for this.

Janus froze. His wide eyes stared in shock at the other man. His hand moved up to his chest on instinct, to try and push him away.

Logan noticed his reaction. Of course he did. It was blindingly obvious. He forced himself to move away. He forced the desire to kiss him to simmer out.

“I-I’m sorry-” He mumbled out.

“No....Lo..” Janus took his hand. Holding it so so lightly in his own “I know” He looked up at him “I know. I’m sorry. I should go”

A horrible feeling of guilt filled Logan’s throat “You don’t have to”

“I should go” He repeated, letting go of his hand.

Logan walked after him as he went to get his jacket “A date. Do you want to go on a date? Not just a hangout. Janus I- I want so badly to be close to you. We could go to the zoo, look at the snakes?”

Janus held his hand on the handle of the door. He didn’t look at Logan “Thanks for having me over”

He left. Logan stood alone in the hallway. His arms hanging helplessly at his sides.

#(:#loceit #mini fic #logicality #logan sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides #patton sanders

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Deal With It

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson/Female Reader

18+ ONLY.

A/N: I wanted to write a snowed in fic and I'm a whore for these men. I chose this gif because I want to be that pipe they're working on.

Word count: 5k pwp

Summary: Bucky is stuck at yours and Sam's apartment during an unprecedented winter storm. It may be freezing outside but things between the three of you are heating up pretty quickly.

Please reblog and leave a comment to encourage me to continue being a slut and sharing it all with you :D

“Almost there, can’t believe the power went out,” Sam huffed, his lungs wishing they were in the elevator. “This storm will be just as nasty as the cut on your side.”

Bucky grunted a response, barely making it up the last few steps.

Sam knocked on the door. “Baby, it’s me! Bucky’s hurt!”

Bucky looked up as you pulled the door open; he never wanted to miss a second of your pretty face. You looked so concerned, scanning him from head to toe before you even greeted your boyfriend.

“Come in, come in, lay him on the couch.” You ushered them inside and moved some of your candles to the coffee table.

“I’m fine, really,” Bucky grimaced as Sam sat him on the couch. “I should get home before the storm gets worse.”

He could hear you nagging Sam about what happened, asking Sam how he had let Bucky get this hurt. His heart swelled; you sounded like you cared–like he was important to you.

“Shirt off, sweetheart. We’ve got to hurry before you lose too much body heat. The power has already been out for hours—no telling when it’ll come back on.”

“Buck?”

Bucky’s eyes snapped up to Sam. “Yeah?”

“You good? Looked like you were staring at my girl pretty hard there.”

Bucky’s face flushed, Sam had a teasing smile on his lips, but that just made it worse. “I–I wasn’t–”

“Sam, stop it,” you chided. “Go get him some blankets.”

“It’s okay; I don’t blame you, Buck. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Sam!” Now you were blushing, quickly packing up the first aid kit. “I’m sure Bucky has his own person to stare at.”

Sam snorted, throwing a hoodie and a few blankets at Bucky. “No, actually, he doesn’t. I’ve tried to help him; he’s stubborn.”

Bucky slowly pulled on a long sleeve shirt and then Sam’s hoodie. “No more stubborn than you.”

From the kitchen, you watched them bicker, rolling your eyes. This was their way of expressing love. Long ago, when you started dating Sam, you quickly realized that Bucky would be a big part of your relationship. If you had a spare bedroom, you were convinced he would be living in it. His constant presence, either physically or intangibly in Sam’s thoughts, never bothered you. Bucky was a perfect gentleman, bringing you flowers, offering to cook dinner and clean the dishes. And Sam needed him in a way you might not ever truly understand. It didn’t hurt that he looked like he was carved from marble—you’d seen him with his shirt off more than on, it seemed.

You brought Bucky some pain reliever and a bottle of water. “Try to get some sleep, okay? Hopefully, the power comes back on soon.”

“Thanks, doll.” Bucky swallowed the pills and pulled the three blankets Sam had given him up to his chin. “Thanks, Sam,” he mumbled, already drifting to sleep.

A few days passed, and the weather only got worse. The city was covered in snow and ice. Everything was closed. Rolling power outages kept the apartment from warming up thoroughly, but it was better than nothing. The near below freezing temperature in the apartment meant that Bucky had spent the last few days cuddling with you and Sam on the couch. Somehow, between three layers of clothes, gloves, and blankets, he could still feel how soft you were next to him. Bucky had tried to leave if only to get away from the pain of having you so close yet so far away. But, you and Sam insisted that he stay.

His wound was long healed, now just another scar added to his collection. You were running your fingers over it, amazed at how fast he healed and totally clueless to your touch's effect on him.

“Stop caressing my best friend,” Sam teased, sitting on the other side of Bucky.

“I’m not! I just–it’s cool. Sorry.” You pulled his hoodie back down and turned away in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, doll. Sam’s just jealous–I never let him caress my abs.”

Your laugh was music to Bucky’s ears; he was so focused on your face that he didn’t notice Sam noticing the way he looked at you.

Bucky was fucked; he just didn’t know it yet.

Bucky awoke to the sound of your moaning; he heard Sam discarding your clothes and realized that the heater was on—the apartment wasn’t freezing for once.

Sam must have been doing something amazing because the noises you were making had Bucky’s dick stiff so quickly he had no choice but to slip his hand under his sweats.

The next thing he heard made his brows furrow in confusion–was that rope? Did you like to be tied up?

“Fuck,” Bucky muttered to himself.

He could tell Sam was inside you now; his low groan was indication enough. Soon the headboard was hitting the wall rhythmically, and Bucky was stroking himself in time with each thrust.

“Sam, slow down,” you gasped. “Bucky will hear.”

Bucky groaned, too loud when his name passed your lips.

“Don’t care,” Sam huffed. “Been too long since I’ve got to fuck you properly. Besides, he’s probably enjoying it.”

Bucky didn’t even feel ashamed, it would be awkward in the morning, but right now, he needed this. It had been far too long since he’d had sex. He had tried to use the many apps Sam set him up with, but Bucky needed more than just a stranger to get him off. He could never let himself be vulnerable enough to really enjoy it. So, right now, he would settle for getting off to hearing Sam split you in two.

“You like that he’s listening, don’t you? Should I invite him in here? Let him have a turn after I make a mess of this little pussy?”

You and Bucky both groaned at the suggestion. Would he really? Would you let him?

Bucky pushed himself closer to the edge as he listened to you and Sam finish together. But then everything went quiet, and he sat up quickly when Sam opened the bedroom door. They stared at each other for a moment before Sam’s face broke into a large smile.

“What do you say, Buck? Wanna join us?”

Bucky swallowed hard, not sure if Sam was joking.

Sam turned his head to speak to you. “Go on, tell him you want him, baby.”

“Bucky, sweetheart? Please–need you.”

Bucky was on his feet in a flash; the sound of your voice, so sweet, begging for him was almost enough to make him finish untouched.

Sam guided him to the foot of the bed–Bucky’s eyes couldn’t take you in fast enough. Sam had tied your wrists together, your arms stretched over your head. Your knees were up and pushed together, your fuzzy socks slouching around your ankles.

“Let him see, baby.” Sam pushed your legs apart.

Bucky nearly dropped to his knees at the sight of you–Sam’s seed slowly dripping out of you. He reached a hand out, wanting to touch you but paused, looking to you for permission. You nodded, and he gently ran his fingertips over your leg until he reached your hip. That was when he noticed the pink leather belt around your waist. Handles attached to each side.

“What’s this?” Bucky looked back at Sam.

Sam stepped forward, pushing Bucky flush against the foot of the bed. “This is a sex belt; it helps you get as deep in her little pussy as possible.”

Bucky bit his lip, holding back a groan, but Sam’s hand caressing the bulge in his sweats was unexpected, and the groan flew out.

“Is this okay?” Sam whispered in his ear.

Bucky nodded and gasped when Sam swiftly pulled Bucky’s sweats down. His hand now caressing him through his underwear.

“Baby,” you whined, wriggling your hips.

“She wants to see me touch you. Do you want that too?”

“Please,” Bucky whispered hesitantly.

Sam pulled his boxers down, and Bucky’s chest puffed a little at the moan you let out.

“Knew you’d have a fat cock, pretty boy.” Sam wrapped his hand around Bucky’s shaft, spreading the precum slowly.

Bucky pulled off his hoodie and the two shirts he had on underneath. He could feel Sam’s erection pressed against his back–this was quickly becoming too much. He yelped when Sam slapped his right ass cheek, grabbing the flesh roughly as his hand sped up.

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted this? You’re such a tease–acting like you don’t know the effect you have on me.”

“Wha–Sam, I didn’t–” Bucky groaned as Sam’s teeth sunk into his neck.

“It’s okay, baby boy. You gonna make it up to me now?”

Bucky opened his eyes as you whined, struggling against your restraints. “Yes,” he huffed, his hands moving to touch you.

Sam slapped his hand away. “I didn’t say you could touch her yet.”

Bucky whined when Sam moved away. “I’m sorry!”

“You see how good she’s being, so quiet?” Sam pinched your nipple, and you had to bite your tongue to stay quiet.

Bucky nodded, his mouth watering at the sight of you. “Yes, I’ll be good.”

Sam hummed with approval, standing behind Bucky again, this time with a bottle of lube. “Bend over, don’t touch her.”

Bucky did as he was told, his hands resting on either side of your hips, the tip of his cock almost touching you.

You wanted to beg, your skin felt on fire from the lack of touch, but you knew better. Biting your lip to contain your whines, you lifted your hips, smearing Bucky’s precum over your stomach.

“God, Sam, please,” Bucky begged, watching your movement with rapt attention as Sam lubed him up.

“What do you need, baby boy?”

“Please, can I touch her?”

“No.” Sam pulled Bucky back and slowly slid his cock into him. “Not yet.”

Bucky cried out; the pain was overwhelming. He’d never taken a cock as thick as Sam’s, but soon the pain dulled into pleasure as Sam let him adjust.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, please move!”

Bucky’s hands landed on your thighs as Sam started to slide in and out of him, slowly at first. His eyes remained locked on yours, smirking at the desperation he saw.

Sam lifted Bucky’s head. “Look at her, look how bad she wants to be you right now.”

Bucky’s heart twisted–you were crying silently as your hips wriggled on the bed.

“Please,” Bucky begged for you.

“Touch her, make my girl feel good.”

Bucky climbed onto the bed, giving Sam no choice but to follow, kneeling behind him while Bucky shoved his tongue inside you.

Your back arched, a scream of relief leaving your lungs. It had been torture watching these two beefy men being so intimate, talking about you like you weren’t there, and giving you nothing.

But Sam hadn’t told Bucky to tongue fuck you; he yanked Bucky’s head back, making you sob out in protest.

“Did I tell you to taste her?”

“No, sor–sorry!”

“Sam, baby, please!” You wailed.

“Fine, finish her; don’t you dare come before she does.” Sam pushed Bucky’s head back down, pounding into him faster than before.

Watching Bucky lick every drop of Sam’s come out of you was so deliciously filthy. You could already feel your orgasm approaching like a train barreling down the tracks—inescapable. You were so close; your hands were itching to bury themselves in Bucky’s hair. But then he stopped, mumbling against you that he was gonna come.

“Bucky, fuck, please don’t stop!” You tried to move your hips back up to his mouth, but he was too far gone to focus.

“I’m sorry, Sam, please, I gotta come!”

“You don’t tell me when you’re gonna come,” Sam huffed, slapping Bucky’s hand away as he tried to stroke himself.

“Please,” Bucky begged again as he felt his balls tightening. “I can’t hold it. I’m sorry.”

Bucky sounded so broken, so desperate that Sam took pity on him and stopped his movements, giving Bucky enough of a break to focus on you again.

“Thank you, thank you,” Bucky whispered before diving back into your delicious pussy. He had never tasted anything better; he could stay right there all night and be satisfied.

“I’m gonna come, fuck! Use your fingers, Bucky.” You shook your head as Bucky slid two warm fingers into you. “Metal ones,” you gasped.

“They’re not metal,” Sam laughed.

“Vibranium, whatever! Just—fuck!” Your back arched again as the cold vibranium stretched you out, and Bucky focused his mouth on your swollen clit.

Bucky’s cock twitched painfully as you came, grinding your hips against his face and moaning his name.

Sam started moving again, pulling Bucky up to his knees so he could stroke him. “You wanna come now, baby boy?”

“Yes, fuck please!” He thrust his hips forward; his red tip brushing against your wet folds made him want to cry.

“You want to come on her little pussy?” Sam growled in his ear, his hips faltering.

Bucky tipped his head back, a low groan leaving his throat.

“Go on, come with me, baby boy.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Bucky forced his head forward to watch his come paint your pussy and stomach as Sam grunted and released behind him.

You were all silent for a moment, heavy breathing filling the room as you all came down.

“Was that good, Bucky?” Sam asked hesitantly, gently rubbing Bucky’s shoulder.

“Yeah–so good,” Bucky choked out. He sat on his knees, burying his face in his hands. The tears came out of nowhere, and he couldn’t stop them.

Sam froze; he looked at you for guidance.

“Untie me,” you said urgently.

Sam quickly undid the bonds on your wrists and took the leather belt off your waist. You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s shaking frame. Sam joined, resuming his spot behind Bucky and wrapping his arms around the both of you.

“It’s okay,” you soothed, rubbing Bucky’s arm while Sam massaged the back of his neck. “You’re safe; it’s okay.”

Bucky slumped against you more, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Did I hurt you?” Sam asked.

“No! No, I’m sorry, I just–”

“Shh, just relax; we’ve got you.” Sam placed a kiss on Bucky’s neck before pulling back.

Bucky reached back quickly, grabbing Sam’s arm. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m just gonna clean you guys up, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Bucky slowly let go, letting you pull him down to the bed. Sam returned with warm towels, cleaning you up first before moving on to Bucky. The tenderness of it made Bucky want to cry again.

Sam pulled his boxers back on and tossed Bucky his. He brought you a hoodie, sliding it over your head for you.

“I’ll be right back,” Sam whispered, kissing your lips before slipping out of the room.

“I should–I should go,” Bucky started to get off the bed.

“No, Bucky, please. I need to cuddle after, stay?” You laid back on your pillow, your arms open for him.

How could he possibly deny you?

He settled back against your side, your arms wrapping around him tightly.

“You wanna talk about it, sweetheart?”

Bucky tilted his head up, your earnest face breaking down every wall he had put up. “It’s been a while since anyone has touched me like that. I’m a bit overwhelmed.”

You carded your hands through his hair, staying quiet to encourage him to keep talking.

“I’m not sure if this is okay.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“No, I mean–I–” Bucky sat up on his elbow, his fingers running over your jaw. “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, doll. I can’t do that to Sam.”

Bucky was taken back by the giggle that left your pretty mouth. “Oh, Bucky, you think he doesn’t know that?”

Sam returned, offering you and Bucky both a bottle of water. “How are we feeling?”

“Exhausted,” Bucky groaned as he chugged his water.

“Me too.” Sam laid next to Bucky, cuddling against his back.

“Go on, Buck, you weren’t finished telling me what’s going on in your head.” You pushed his hair out of his face.

“Sam was right; he’s tried to help me find someone, but–I can’t ever get out of my own head. I need someone I feel safe with.”

“And you feel safe with us?” Sam whispered, his arm reaching out to caress yours.

Bucky nodded. “I didn’t think this was possible for me; thank you.”

Bucky was taken aback when your lips softly collided with his. He kissed you back with so much passion you were dizzy when Sam pulled him away. Bucky found his head tilted back to Sam, their lips meeting with just as much passion.

Sam pulled back, sitting up to kiss you next. “Sleep now; it’s late. We can talk more in the morning.”

Bucky melted into the mattress; he was convinced that even if the heater hadn’t been working, the warmth you and Sam were showing him would have been more than enough to keep him from freezing.

Bucky was sure he was dreaming–he had this dream before; your warm mouth wrapped around him as you knelt between his knees. He would wake up frustrated and disappointed that you weren’t really there.

He reached down, his eyes still closed, expecting to find his usual morning wood but instead finding your soft hair. He blinked his eyes open rapidly–this was not a dream. Last night had really happened.

“Good morning, doll,” Bucky said breathlessly as you looked up at him, a lazy smile on his face.

“Good morning,” Sam said gruffly, leaning over to flick his tongue over Bucky’s nipple.

“God,” Bucky groaned, dipping his head back against the pillows.

It was taking everything in him not to thrust up into your mouth. He had never in his life had his dick sucked like this. How could something so dirty feel so–tender.

Each flick of your tongue made him twitch, your lips wrapped so tightly around his base as your tongue moved up and down slowly.

Sam wasn’t helping, his hands and mouth touching nearly everything else. “She feels amazing, doesn’t she?” Sam rasped in Bucky’s ear.

“Please, Sam,” Bucky huffed. “Please, can I come?”

“Good boy,” Sam kissed his cheek. “Make him come, baby, swallow it all.”

With Sam’s direction, you upped your ministrations, reaching up to place Bucky’s hand on your neck. He took the hint, pushing you down as he thrust up.

“Feels so good, doll, oh god. Fucking–dreamt about this every night.” Bucky’s hips sped up, chasing his high as you moaned around him.

“Go on, Buck. Let her taste you.”

Bucky did as Sam said, holding you in place while he came. “Oh, thank you, Jesus, that was amazing.”

“Good morning, sweetheart,” you said with a smile, licking your lips. “Come here, baby, you have to get a taste.”

Bucky groaned as Sam leaned forward and let you shove your tongue in his mouth.

“Okay, I get to wake him up tomorrow morning.” Sam turned over his shoulder and winked at Bucky.

“Tomorrow?” Bucky questioned, sitting up on his elbows.

You moved to his side, folding your legs underneath you. “Only if you want to, Bucky.” You caressed his chest. “We can stop right now and never do this again if that’s what you want.”

Sam turned Bucky’s head toward him when he didn’t answer. “But, if you want, we’d like you to stay.”

“Until the storm is over?”

Sam laughed and shook his head, turning Bucky back toward you.

“Bucky–we want you. We want you to be here every morning and every night. Not just for sex.”

Bucky looked between you and Sam like he wasn’t sure he was awake.

“I’m not fucking with you, Buck.”

Bucky stared at Sam until he was satisfied that this wasn’t an elaborate joke.

“So, like a relationship?”

“Exactly like a relationship.” You kissed his cheek gently. “Do you want that?”

“Yes,” Bucky reached for you again, kissing you deeply before turning on his side to give Sam the same treatment.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Sam asked, stroking Bucky’s hair.

“Sam,” you interrupted, your hand roaming significantly lower on Bucky’s body than Sam’s was. “He’s still hard.”

Bucky took a sharp inhale as you palmed him over his boxers.

Sam looked down and back up at Bucky. “The serum?”

“Something like that,” Bucky huffed with a smirk.

Sam returned the smile. “Today is about you, baby boy. Tell me what you want.”

Bucky licked his lips; he knew exactly what he wanted–but he was still nervous.

“You want her?” Sam grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand up to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles.

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded.

“I’m yours, Bucky.” You pushed his shoulder down, moving him to his back.

“Wait,” Bucky sat up before you could climb in his lap. “Can we use the belt?”

Sam laughed shortly, “of course, come here.”

You laid down in the space Bucky vacated and put your hands above your head. Sam showed Bucky how to tie your wrists together, gentle but firm. Then he showed him how to put the belt on your waist. Watching them both prep you had you dripping onto the sheets. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening–that you got to have them both.

“She’s getting antsy, Buck. You ready?”

Bucky’s fingers were trailing over your skin slowly, but he made no move to get between your legs.

“You first,” he said sheepishly to Sam.

“What was that?” Sam tilted Bucky’s chin up. “You want me to leave a nice mess for you, is that it?”

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut. “Yes, please,” he whispered.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself.

“Alright, baby boy. You sit right there and watch how she likes it, okay?”

Bucky nodded, sitting next to you; he would never get tired of watching you both like this. Your arms straining against your restraints, Sam’s abs flexing with every deep thrust into you.

“Touch me, Bucky,” you gasped as Sam picked up his pace.

Bucky looked to Sam for confirmation, unknowingly making his dick impossibly harder inside you.

“Give her what she wants.”

Bucky realized this was the first time he was touching you in this way; his hands eagerly grabbed at your soft flesh, squeezing and sucking on every inch he could reach. The cacophony of sound of you and Sam finishing together gave Bucky more pleasure than he thought possible.

“Come here,” Sam rasped, waving Bucky toward him.

Once he was satisfied that Bucky was close enough, Sam pulled out of you, both men watching Sam’s come spill out of you. Being so on display made your cheeks burn, and you had to fight the urge to close your legs. Instead, you focused on the amazement and adoration on their faces. They would never fail to make you feel desired, beautiful, like you were the center of their universe.

“Your turn,” Sam whispered against Bucky’s ear.

Bucky took Sam’s place, leaning over you to kiss your lips as he slowly slid into you.

“Oh no, oh fucking hell.” He wasn’t even halfway in. He thought the blowjob would have helped him last longer. He was wrong–he couldn’t have anticipated how earth-shatteringly good it would feel to stick his dick in a tight pussy for the first time in forever. And the fact that it was you he was having this experience with heightened everything.

He froze, his forehead resting against yours as he tried to calm down. Sam’s strong hands gripped Bucky’s hips, pushing him all the way in.

“Oh god, Sam, no! I can’t!” Bucky sucked in air, his whole body shaking above you.

It was so fucking hot—you weren’t helping, your pussy clenching him like crazy.

Sam rubbed his lower back soothingly. “This is about you, remember?” Sam guided Bucky’s hands to the handles that sat on your hips. “Give her all of it.”

“Fuck,” Bucky whimpered. He grasped the handles hard, surprised when his dick somehow slid even deeper into you. “I’m sorry, I can’t,” he panted; he was already coming. He hadn’t even pulled out once. He just stayed where he was, his head tipped back against Sam’s shoulder and his cock so far up your pussy you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“Feels so good, Bucky,” you encouraged. “I’m so full.”

Bucky groaned at that, finally gaining enough control to slowly pull out of you and shove back in. “So wet, god, you feel so fucking good,” Bucky nearly sobbed as he significantly picked up his pace.

“That’s it, show her what that serum can do.” Sam smacked Bucky’s ass before climbing off the bed to sit back and watch.

Bucky took the suggestion to heart, throwing your legs over his shoulders and gripping the handles so tight his knuckles turned white. He drilled into you so hard and fast, you couldn’t catch your breath. Each thrust knocked it right out of your chest.

“You okay, doll?” Bucky grunted, not slowing down.

You couldn’t answer; telling him how good he felt was impossible.

Bucky accepted the nod of your head; he could see the desperation in your eyes. He leaned back slightly, his mouth dropping open in a sexy look of determination. His pace never faltered as he pushed you closer to the edge.

“Sam,” Bucky turned his head, searching for him. “Want you too,” he huffed.

Sam was at the edge of the bed in a flash. “Where do you want me, baby boy?”

Bucky shook his head. “Wherever she does.”

Sam turned to you, his hands cupping your bouncing breasts as he kissed you. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“Want–” you gasped, “want you both!”

Sam knew what you meant, even though you couldn’t form any more words to be more explicit.

“Hold up, Buck,” Sam said, grabbing the bottle of lube off the nightstand.

Bucky reluctantly slowed down until he came to a complete stop, his dick twitching inside you.

“Help her up.” Sam lifted your hands up to Bucky, who pulled you into his lap.

Your tied hands went around his neck as Sam climbed onto the bed behind you. He settled against the headboard and motioned for Bucky to put you in his lap. While Sam prepped you with his fingers, Bucky started stroking slowly in and out again, not able to just stay buried inside of you.

Your tongue twisted with his, letting him know how much you needed this. “I love you too,” you whispered against his lips.

Bucky grinned wider than he had in a long time, planting desperate kisses all over your face.

“Hey, I love you too!” Sam interrupted. “Where's my kisses?”

“Soon,” Bucky laughed. “Little busy right now.”

“Tell me about it. You ready, baby?”

“Yes,” you nodded empathically. “Need you both.”

Bucky slipped out of you and held you steady while Sam eased into you, rubbing your back soothingly. “Good girl, doing so well for us, doll.”

Once Sam was fully sheathed inside you, he gripped your thighs, spreading your legs open for Bucky.

“So fuckin’ pretty, you know that?” Bucky pushed into your pussy impatiently. “How’s that feel, doll?”

“Move! Please, fuck, move!”

“Think that means it feels good,” Sam chuckled.

Bucky’s grin turned into a cocky smirk as he pulled your hips toward him, working you on both of their fat cocks at once. While Bucky worked your hips, Sam had one hand teasing your tits while the other sought out your clit.

“Oh, Jesus! I’m gonna come!”

They could both feel your thighs shaking and your heart beating out of your chest–they had barely started, and you were already a mess.

Sam’s fingers moved faster, his teeth grazing against your neck. “Come for us, baby. Show Bucky how good it feels to be balls deep inside of you when that pretty pussy comes.”

Sam untied your wrists, allowing you the pleasure of touching them as they took you apart. One of your hands went back to grab Sam’s neck while the other gripped Bucky’s toned shoulder. Sam’s words pushed you right over the edge, and you shook between them as you came so hard your vision went blurry. You were no longer coherent, a babbling mess as tears sprung to your eyes.

“Oh christ,” Bucky gripped Sam’s shoulders, being selfish as he pushed his cock into you deep, fucking you through your orgasm. “I’m coming, doll–so fucking tight, god!” Bucky choked the last word out as he felt Sam’s hands on his ass, pushing him even deeper as he spilled inside you for the second time.

Bucky pulled out, groaning as your overstuffed pussy leaked your combined juices. He swiped two fingers through your sensitive folds and brought his fingers to Sam’s lips. You whimpered as you watched Sam lean forward, sucking Bucky’s fingers like a man starved.

“Come on, doll. We gotta make Sam feel good too.”

You nodded, holding on to Bucky’s shoulders as he started bouncing you on Sam’s cock. Sam leaned back, his hands rubbing circles on your thighs, enjoying the view of your ass bouncing each time Bucky brought you down on his length.

“Faster,” Sam grunted, his head tipping back in pleasure.

Bucky obliged, moving you with more speed like you really were a doll for them both to play with. Your fingers dug into Bucky’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut.

“Doing so good, doll,” Bucky muttered in your ear.

The praise made you clench, drawing a guttural moan from Sam.

Sam took over, sitting up quickly, making you and Bucky fall onto the bed. He gripped the handles on your hips, pushing into you so hard that you collapsed onto Bucky’s chest, your face buried in his neck as Sam pounded into your ass without mercy.

Looking down at you and Bucky beneath him, his wildest dream come true, Sam unraveled quickly, stilling inside of you as he came.

Sam collapsed next to Bucky, pulling you to him. “I love you,” he whispered as he kissed the top of your head. “And you.” Sam blindly reached for Bucky, his hand patting his face, making you all chuckle.

“Love you both,” Bucky said breathlessly.

The lights went out, and you all groaned. The wind howled outside the window; Bucky got up to open the blinds.

“It’s snowing again. We better bundle up.”

“Man, and I was gonna make pancakes,” Sam pouted.

“Come on, let’s hurry and shower while we still have hot water.” You jumped up, your adoring men following close behind.

“This isn’t so bad,” you hummed, snuggling deeper under your blanket.

Bucky and Sam were on either side of you. All of you wearing as many clothes as you could fit on your bodies and cuddling together for warmth in the bed.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” Sam agreed, placing a kiss on your temple. “It’s your turn to tell a story, Buck.”

“I’m too sleepy,” Bucky yawned, snuggling against you.

You and Sam had kept everyone entertained, taking turns sharing stories from your pasts, most of Sam’s extremely exaggerated.

You could understand why Bucky would be hesitant. “Let’s take a little nap then, yeah?” Sam took your hint, stretching his arm so he could hold you both.

Bucky relaxed, kissing you quickly as a thank you. “I still can’t believe this is real.”

“Is it so crazy that two people love and adore you?” You kissed him back.

Sam landed a quick smack to Bucky’s ass. “Don’t–”

“I didn’t even say anything,” Bucky protested.

“I already know what you were gonna say, and it’s stupid, so just don’t. We love you; deal with it.”

“Are you sure you wanna put up with him from now on?” You giggled.

Bucky looked down at you both; he had never felt such contentment. He brushed your hair out of your face, smiling down at you. “I’ll deal with it.”

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#bucky barnes #sam wilson #tfatws #sambucky #bucky barnes smut #sam wilson smut #bucky x sam #bucky/sam/reader #bucky/reader #sam/reader #bucky barnes fluff #sam wilson fluff #bucky barnes angst #winterfalcon

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hobis-hope94 · 3 years

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I’ve just finished writing Over the Rainbow (17 parts y’all!) and oh my god the fluff in Part 17, you all aren’t reaaaaaaaady 😭

#over the rainbow series #bucky x rogers!reader #I cried while writing it #it’s so fluffy it’ll knock your socks off

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aizawassleepparalysisdemon · 3 years

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𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖌𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖔 4

"Poison Love..." a feminine, sensual voice sings soft guitar music plays in the background. You take off your shoes and places them near your door. You lay the rose on your dresser in front of the mirror. You fall into bed, letting the soft blankets consume you.

You reach for your bag and grab Katsuki's phone number and your phone. You dial-up his number and call him, "So sweet, so dangerous..." the feminine, sensual voice continues on you listen to the ringing of your phone, "Hello?" Katsuki answers, "Hello, is this Katsuki" you smile, "yes, this is him."

"It's Y/n" you run your hand down your leg as you take off a sock. You take off another sock, "Did you figure out who gave you the rose?" Katsuki asks, "No" you sit up and crawl towards your pillows. You lay down in them and wrap your arms around a fluffy black pillow, "What are you doing?" Katsuki asks you smile, "Just laying down in bed." you rub your feet together Katsuki takes a deep breath, "Are you tired?" you ask him Katsuki chuckles, "No," he slowly says you giggle "Are you sure?" Katsuki takes a while. "Yes," you squeeze your pillow closer, "What are you doing?" Katsuki takes a deep breath, "Laying on my bed" You sigh you turn your attention to the radio. The song was coming close to the end.

"It'll leave, you wanting more..." the sensual voice continues, "What's that song?" you turn your attention back to your phone. "Poison Love." Katsuki doesn't respond to you. You sigh, "Hey Katsuki, I think I'm going to go now. see you tomorrow." "Bye, see you tomorrow," Katsuki whispers back.

You take your phone away from your ear and end the call. You toss your phone to your side and run your hand down your face. "Hello, Y/n," your mother knocks, "Come in" she leans over the door ledge with a huge grin. "Was that a boy?" you smile, "A Friend, Mom." she straightens up, "Oh, a boyfriend?" you shake your head, "I'm just messing with you." you nod, "A Boy space Friend nothing more nothing less" she laughs "Dinner will be ready soon alright," you nod.

Katsuki's point of view

Katsuki lays shirtless on his bed when you called "Hello?" he smiles at the sound of your voice. "Hello, this is Katsuki?" "yes, this is him."

"It's Y/n," Katsuki smiles, "Did you figure out who gave you the rose?" He asks. "No," Katsuki frowns y/n sounded a little disappointed "What are you doing?" Katsuki waits for y/n's response, "Just laying down in bed" Katsuki's lower body twitches in interest Katsuki takes a deep breath, "Are you tired?" y/n asks Katsuki smiles. He raises a leg, "No" "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Katsuki rests his head against a pillow. He takes a deep breath, "What are you doing?" "Laying on my bed." Katsuki closes his eyes

"It'll leave, you wanting more..." Katsuki runs his hand through his hair, "What's that song?" "Poison Love," y/n responds. "Hey, Katsuki, I think I'm going to go now. See you tomorrow" "Bye, see you tomorrow." Katsuki whispers y/n ends the call right after that Katsuki chuckles he's gotten all hot and bothered he runs a hand down

You eat dinner with your mom and dad happily, but then your phone vibrates. You check it. Let me know when you find out who gave you the rose. You smile. It was from Katsuki. "Y/n's got a boy space friend" you look at your father, who wiggled his eyebrows "you know, y/n, that's what your mother said at the beginning" you smile. "Yeah, he's a good friend."

After dinner, you go upstairs to sleep Goodnight, Katsuki.

Katsuki checks his phone one more time before he lays down to rest Goodnight, Katsuki. He smiles. Goodnight, Y/n :) he lays down and falls asleep.

#boku no hero fic #mha fanfiction #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x reader #dadzawa #no quirks au #modern settings au #killer bakugo #aizawa worries about you #erasermic #slight angst #secret identity #3 alternate endings

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labyrinth-runner · 3 years

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Snow Days

Hi. My name is Abby and I hate shoveling snow.

Have an Obi-Wan x Reader one shot about that.

“We’re looking at the counts coming in and it seems like we have a total of nine inches accumulated in most places.”

You groaned, shutting off the television set before flopping back into bed. You were of the mind set that snow, although fun as a child, was the bane of an adult’s existence. Snow meant shoveling which meant not feeling your fingers and your face for a great length of time. You weren’t even outside the warm cocoon of your blankets yet and you felt a shiver chill you to the bone.

Turning your head, you looked at the empty spot beside you where he normally was, your savior. Yet, he wasn’t home today. You weren’t quite sure when he would be home from work, having had to stay the night. You understood it, even if you didn’t like it.

Pulling yourself up from bed, you tugged on your clothes before sinking your feet into warm socks and snow boots. Then, you layered on a sweater, a scarf, a hat, gloves, and finally your winter coat.

Stepping outside, you felt the wind sweep through your layers. Just looking out at the blanket of white outside was enough to make you feel frustrated, but you had to do this. After all, you didn’t want him to have to do it when he came home from work. With a sniff of your leaky-faucet nose, you picked up your shovel and set to work.

Crunch. Shove. Toss.

Okay, okay, okay.

Crunch. Shove. Toss.

Okay, okay, okay.

It was a repetitive process, and the scraping of your plastic shovel on pavement irritated your ears. Still, you pushed on, bending with your back even though you knew you should have used your knees. After what felt like an hour, you straightened to give your body a break.

You had barely made a dent, carving out a path from your back door to the garage. Part of you didn’t even want to risk turning around to see the front of the house that you still had left to do or, lord help you, the driveway.

“How does he do it?” you whined to yourself. Ever since you’d moved in together, he��d had the driveway and walkways shoveled before you even woke to go to work. You knew you were lucky to have him, and this was just a cold reminder of what life would be like without him.

“Focus,” you told yourself, turning back to the driveway and the white blob that you supposed was your vehicle. “If I clean off the car then I don’t have to shovel twice.”

Logical, you thought. It makes sense. After a quick stop in the garage for the car cleaner, you started to brush the white, fluffy snow off the top. It flew in the air, dusting you in a wet, sparkly coating as you wildly swung your arms back and forth to clear the car. Soon, you were huffing from the exertion and sweating. Your least favorite combination: sweat and cold air. Turning back to the shovel, you picked it up again.

“Alright, old friend, let’s finish what we’ve started,” you murmured before going to tackle the driveway.

Crunch. Shove. Toss. Repeat.

Your wrists were screaming, sores forming in the space between your thumb and forefinger from your grip on the spade. For a while, you tried to be lazy, merely shoving the shovel along the ground without picking it up to create an outline of sorts. That worked for the driveway, turning it into what you hoped was quick work. However, that method failed on the front sidewalk as your spade caught on every space between the concrete with a jolt.

Crunch. Shove. Toss. Repeat.

The plows could be heard in the distance as they drew nearer. They drove down the street, moving snow this way and that to clear the road. You cheered at first, happy that the road would be safe for your husband when he came home. Your cheer died down as the bastards blocked your driveway with snow.

Seriously?

You wanted to scream as you hung your head in despair.

You took a deep breath and exhaled, creating a puff of condensation around your face as you controlled yourself.

The sound of a car came by again. Were they going to add more snow to the pile?

But, no. This wasn’t followed by the familiar sound of scraping snow. You heard a car door slam.

“I see you’ve been quite busy, darling,” a voice called out to you.

You picked your head up to see your husband’s smiling face as he strode over to you. “I didn’t want you to have to do it.”

His eyes softened on you, taking your arms and rubbing his gloved hands up and down them. “Darling, you’ve done enough. Go inside and take a hot shower. I’ll finish up out here.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “You just got home from work. That’s a lot to ask of you.”

Obi-Wan shook his head before blowing hot air into his cupped hands. “It’ll be fine. You’ve done most of it, anyway. I’m just clearing the base of the drive so I can park the car.”

“If it’s just that, then let me help. It’ll go faster with two,” you said with a smile.

He reached over to pull your scarf up to cover your bright red cheeks and nose. “Alright.”

You gave him a resolute nodded before taking over half the driveway, feeling as though you had gotten a second wind of energy.

Crunch. Shove. Toss.

The sound could be heard in tandem, only now it didn’t irritate you.

Soon, the driveway was clear and you took the shovels to put away as your husband went to park the car. Knocking your boots on the door frame, you took off the excess snow before going back inside to divest of your many layers. Obi-Wan followed shortly, dropping his overnight bag on the floor of your mudroom.

“Have you had breakfast yet?” he asked.

“No. I wanted to get this finished before you came home,” you replied. As if on cue, your stomach growled.

“Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll make breakfast, alright? I don’t know what you think, but today feels like the perfect pajama and movie day to me,” he grinned.

“I think that sounds perfect,” you smiled, “But...”

“But?” he asked with an eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Only if there’s hot chocolate,” you teased before tipping up to give him a quick kiss.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he blushed. “But, you better shower and warm up, first. Your cheeks are rosy with frost nip.”

“Yes, Sir,” you winked before heading off to shower. Suddenly, the snow day didn’t feel as bad after all.

#obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi x you #obi-wan imagine

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backtobackbakubabe · 4 years

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I am the Alpha Now Part 2

Bakugo X Reader

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Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically

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You tossed and turned all night much to Mercy’s annoyance. He huffed every time you rolled over. He was usually a pretty heavy sleeper but it seemed even he was a little on edge.

Before you knew it the sun was rising and there was a loud pounding at your door. There’s no way you slept through your alarm. You would have had to actually be asleep to do that. You rolled over and peaked at your phone and saw that it was 5:30 in the morning. A whole hour before you had originally planned to wake up.

You tried to ignore the man outside your door but no matter how tight you pulled the pillow over your head you still heard his fist banging on your door. Finally, you gave up and rolled out of bed. You dragged your feet to the door and threw it open. Bakugo had been mid knock and was thrown off balance at the door being suddenly swung open. He caught himself on the door frame his eyes scanning you from head to toe. You were in an oversized t shirt, big fluffy socks, and your hair was in a messy bun with your hair hanging out in multiple places. You knew you looked rough, but you couldn’t find it in you to care before 6 am.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and leaned your sleepy head against the door, “Dude what the fuck. Iida said you’d be here at 7…”

Bakugo’s crossed his arms over his chest, “No he said I would be here no later than 7… now get ready and for shits sake put some fucking pants on.”

You quirked an eyebrow as the tips of his ears turned a little pink, “Oh? Do my bare legs seduce you?” You tugged on the collar of your giant t-shirt exposing your bare shoulder, “How about my shoulders? Do they really drive you crazy?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes before turning his back to you, “As if I would ever be tempted by an extra like you! Now hurry up! I run on a tight schedule. I need to get my morning workout in before class!”

You scoffed, “That’s why we’re up this early? So you can workout? You could totally do that without me… Come on man seriously!”

You saw the muscles in his back tense up, “Listen here idiot! I’ve been instructed to help you until you acclimate or whatever so if I’m working out, you’re working out. If I’m studying, you’re studying. Now get your ass into some gym clothes and let’s fucking move!”

You slammed the door and stomped over to your closet. There were two gym uniforms and two regular uniforms. Your eyes lingered on the skirts… you didn’t usually wear skirts, especially skirts that short. You packed one uniform in your school bag and quickly dressed into the gym clothes.

You threw a pillow at Mercy on your way out, “Come on bud. Time to get to work..”

He slowly stretched before walking up next to you at a snails’ pace. “Do we have to? I was finally starting to get some real sleep.”

You grabbed his collar, leash, and collapsible water bowl as you opened the door again. “Take it up with sparky out here. He’s the one who is insisting we have to go.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes as Mercy just gave him a bored stare, “Are you guys just going to talk shit about me all day?”

You shrugged, “Yeah, probably. It’s what we do best.” You reached for Mercy and went to put his collar on. He stiffened for a bit before mumbling at you. “I know you hate it, but you have to, now quit your whining.”

Bakugo tilted his head, “He doesn’t like his collar?”

You shook your head as you finally got it clipped into place, “He hates it. I can’t really blame him though. Collars are for pets. He’s not my pet, he’s my beta. He’s a pack member. But people tend to freak out when a huge wolf-dog walks by and I feel like the collar lets them know he’s not wild or something.”

You were following him out of the dorms now. He nodded, “That makes sense I guess. So is he going to be with you all the time? I get that he’s kind of like an extension of your quirk but even when we’re in class?”

You started to take your messy bun down so you could braid it later, “Well usually he’s with me pretty much 24/7. He really is smart. I think he could really benefit from being in class. If nothing else it’ll help him with his social skills.” You looked over at Mercy who was busy walking ahead of you sniffing everything he possibly could. “He doesn’t really like many people. I think it’s just because people tend to treat him like a dumb dog and it bothers him. I’m hoping if I can get him around other people he can actually make friends.”

“Tch. You act like he’s an actual person..”

You gave Bakugo’s shoulder a shove, “Just because I was born a human doesn’t mean I am not also a wolf. The same can be said Mercy. Every day his mind grows and evolves. For me it’s like having a brother.”

You thought Bakugo would have some mean comment about treating Mercy like a human but instead he shrugged, “Well just make sure little brother keeps those massive teeth away from me. He may be evolved or whatever but he’s still an asshole.”

You giggled, “You got that right. But that probably has a lot to do with the fact that his personality is somewhat influenced by mine.”

Bakugo nodded as he opened the door to the training facility, “That could also be why he doesn’t get along with other people. Seems like you two are kind of codependent.”

Your shoulders tensed. That wasn’t the first time someone had said that. You ran your fingers through you long thick (h/c) hair, pulling out the knots. “I’ll admit we do live in our own little world sometimes. But until you’ve experienced the kind of bond we have being in a pack its hard to explain.” The watch you were wearing got caught in pretty bad tangle and you winced.

“Dumbass. Do you ever brush your hair?” Bakugo was behind you now helping you free your watch. His fingers were surprisingly gentle and if you were being honest it felt kind of good. You couldn’t let him know that though.

“Of course I brush my fucking hair. I just have a lot of fucking hair!”

Mercy was now trying to put himself in between you and Bakugo, “He is too close. Tell him to back up. I don’t like it. Too close.”

When Bakugo didn’t budge Mercy gave him a nudge.“Seriously why does he hate me so much?”

You put your hand on his shoulder, “Why do you care whether he likes you or not?”

Bakugo leaned in and put his hand over yours, “I don’t.” He shoved your hand away, “Now let’s get started.” He turned to look at Mercy, “Go take a seat over there by the wall. You’ll have plenty of time to train with her later but right now it’s my turn.”

Mercy just cocked a head at him which lead to Bakugo narrowing his eyes, “Listen y/n already told me you’re fucking smart, so I know you understand me. Go sit by the wall and take a nap or whatever…”

Mercy gave you a quick look to make sure you were okay. You nodded and he trotted off to the side.

Bakugo started to stretch, “So was he ignoring me to be an asshole or is your whole alpha thing really that deep?”

You started to braid your hair, “Actually I think he was just taken a bit off guard. Like I said most people treat him like a dumb animal. You spoke directly to him and in a normal voice. If anything I’d say you probably earned some brownie points.”

You could see him trying to hide a smile. He may not be as rough as you thought.

Bakugo then sent an explosion your way with absolutely zero warning. Just kidding. He’s a dick.

You could hear him cackling, “Gotta stay on your toes if you’re ever going to catch up.”

When the smoke cleared he was met with your wolf form. Your bright blue eyes glaring at him. “Mercy whatever happens stand down. I need to prove to this crack head that I’m not the one who needs to catch up…”

Mercy nodded, “If only I had a snack to watch the show. Kick his ass.”

You lunged for Bakugo, pinning him under your full weight, baring your teeth and letting a feral growl rumble from your chest.

“Damn! Someone needs to go on a diet! How much do you fucking weigh?”

You pushed harder into him before he faced him palms towards the floor and set off an explosion that sent the both of you flying.

You scrambled to regain your footing and whipped your head around. Where the fuck was he?

“I know you said to stay out of it but he’s sneaking up from-.”

Bakugo tackled you wrapping his arms around your large neck.

“….Behind you.”

You had to give it to him. Bakugo was a lot stronger than he looked. He had you in a tight choke hold and no matter how hard you tried you could buck him off.

“Just submit already!” He was all you could smell. His sweet, sweaty, burnt caramel smell. It was driving you crazy. You needed to get away from him.

You stood up on your hind legs and threw yourself backwards. Trapping him underneath you once again, but even then he didn’t let go. “Just submit! Shit!”

You thrashed around, bringing your back feet up to kick and scratch at his arms. You could smell the blood you drew, but somehow he still didn’t let go. Who the fuck was this guy the terminator?

You could feel your vision going blurry. If you didn’t shift soon you’d run out of air. “Come on don’t be proud!”

Right before you blacked out you shifted back. Gasping for air you were now laying on top of Bakugo. His arm now loose around your shoulders. Your back against his chest. You were sucking in breath coughing now trying to get air back into your lungs.

Bakugo sat you both up slowly but made no attempt to move you away from him. You were leaning on him now. “Oi! Mercy, there’s a water bottle next to my gym bag. Can you grab it and bring it here?”

To your surprise Mercy did as he asked and brought the water over. Bakugo took the cap off and immediately handed it to you. “Get some water you stubborn woman. Seriously what were you thinking? You almost passed out?”

You chugged some water before handing it back to him. It was then you noticed the deep gashes in his forearms. “You could…. Have… let go.”

“Tch, I’m not the one to tap out of a fight.”

You turned to face him and picked up his arm examining the gashes, “Clearly…” You snapped your fingers and pointed to his bloody arms and Mercy reluctantly started to lick them.

Bakugo hissed, “Oi! What the fuck! Get him off!”

You thumped him on the nose again like you did last night, “Relax dude, look.”

When he looked down he saw that his wounds had started to heal. “It doesn’t work on all injuries. But it’ll help. It only stings for a bit.”

He huffed, “Yeah thanks for the warning. It stings like a bitch.”

You just shrugged, “I figured if you could let me tear into you without letting go then you could handle a little pain.”

His eyes lit up a little, “Oh I can handle a little pain you brat. The question is can you?”

Before you could respond Mercy was behind him shoving his nose deep in his hair sniffing him. “I still don’t like him. He’s cocky. But I like him more than other people I don’t like.”

You expected Bakugo to yell and push Mercy away but instead he just sat there looking like a grumpy cat, “Is this necessary?”

You stood up and held out your arm for him, “It can be helpful later if knows your scent. He can track down a scent for miles. He usually doesn’t care enough to remember people’s scents but you seem to be slowly growing on him.”

He pushed Mercy’s face away from his, “Alright dude, I need to get up. If you don’t mind, please refrain from sniffing my ass when I do.”

Mercy snorted a few times which made Bakugo freeze, “Did he just laugh at me?”

You pet Mercy with you right hand and Bakugo with you left, “He sure did! Look at you guys becoming friends! It’s so cute!”

“Tch, don’t pet me like one of your dogs.” He looked at Mercy, “Do you seriously like that? You don’t like a collar but you like being pet all the time?”

Mercy jumped up and down barking with excitement, “Uh yeah! It feels nice. Is he dumb? Who doesn’t like a good pet?”

Bakugo reluctantly reached his hand out and gave an awkward pat to the top of Mercy’s head, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You were still a little light-headed as you walked towards the girl’s locker room. “I’ll leave you two bros to it. I’m going to go shower and change.”

You could hear Bakugo protesting behind you but you just didn’t care. You needed a shower. You didn’t bother washing your hair. There was just too much hair and not enough time. It would be air drying the rest of the day. So your shower was pretty quick. The hang up came when it was time for that damn skirt.

You pulled it on and immediately felt so exposed. You much preferred shorts. At least with shorts you didn’t have to worry about accidentally leaning over too far and flashing everyone.

“Hurry up in there we’re going to be late for class!”

You blushed and grabbed your bag on your way out. You had put on a little bit of makeup to hide the fact you were running on fumes. You were exhausted.

Bakugo turned to face you when he heard you approaching. You watched his reaction and he didn’t seem to see anything wrong with your uniform. Maybe all the girls looked like this.

The whole time you followed him to class you were tugging on your skirt trying to make sure it wasn’t riding up. Eventually Bakugo caught on and sighed, “What’s wrong with the skirt? Does it not fit?”

You blushed, “I don’t know… does it? I don’t really wear a lot of skirts. You can’t really fight in a skirt…”

It was Bakugo’s turn to blush, “You want me to look at your ass… on purpose… to let you know if your skirt fits.”

You threw your head in your hands, “Ugh well when you say it like that I sounds crazy!”

He grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around, “Just don’t fucking tell anybody alright.”

He went silent for a while which did nothing good for your anxiety. He finally cleared his throat as he reached down and tugged your skirt down just slightly. “I will say it is a little short. I think they gave you one based on your height, but I don’t think they knew how… you know…”

You turned and saw that his cheeks were almost as red as his eyes, “What? Thick I am? I may be a little on the short side, but I work out all the time and I have the ass to prove it.” You tugged a little more, “Is it bad though? Like will I get in trouble or anything?”

Bakugo could see you visibly uncomfortable, “I mean technically it’s still in dress code, I would just highly recommend not bending over, or even making eye contact with the kid with purple balls on his head.” He gave your shoulder a quick shove, “Now let’s move it before we are late. I’ll see what I can do about getting you a different skirt later.”

You nodded and gave him a mock salute, “Yes sir! Right away sir!” before giggling and walking towards the classroom marked 1A.

Bakugo looked down at Mercy who was still standing next to him, “She’s going to be the fucking death of me, I just know it.”

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you looked at yourself in the mirror. you had put on your favorite floral dress that ended mid-thigh and a pair of white shoes. you decided to keep the accessories and makeup to a minimum. excitement surged through you but that didn’t mean that nervousness didn’t follow. you admitted to yourself that you liked rudy and the fact that he asked you on a date signified that he liked you too. so why were you so nervous? you always felt authentic and playful around him but now that things were starting to move, you didn’t want to mess it up.

you checked your phone and and grabbed your purse from the couch in your apartment. rudy refused to tell you where he was taking you out. no matter how much you begged he wanted it to be a surprise. as you heard a knock at your door, your heart felt like it flew out of your chest and you ran a little too quick to answer it. after taking a deep breath, you opened the door and were faced with madison and madelyn. your shoulders dropped in disappointment but also relief.

“you ready?” madison asked, the grin on her face ceasing to even drop the slightest inch. you smiled back at her shared excitement and nodded, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in.

“he should be here any minute now. i’m a little annoyed he hasn’t told me where he’s bringing me though. like, what if i’m too underdressed? what if i’m overdressed?” you rambled out, your palms becoming sweatier by the second as you wiped them on the sides of your dress. madelyn placed her hands on your shoulders and looked you in the eyes to calm you down.

“you are not going to be overdressed or underdressed whatsoever, trust me.” madelyn spoke calmly and you nodded slowly.

“how do you know?” you inquired, checking your phones’ clock one more time. the more minutes that passed by the more your emotions felt amplified to.

“(y/n), calm down! he told us where he’s taking you and it’s perfect. you’re going to love it. i wouldn’t lie to you.” madison reassured from beside madelyn. you nodded and gave them a small smile. you heard a faint knock at your door and whipped your head around to it before turning back to the two castmates in front of you with wide eyes accompanied by an even wider smile. madison and madelyn ran to hide from the view of the door as you opened it.

there rudy was. he had on nicely fitting khaki pants, a white tshirt and a jean jacket over top of it. sunglasses rested ontop of his styled messy hair and a bouquet of roses and sunflowers. you smiled brightly at him before starting, “you clean up nicely.”

“i could say the same for you. you look great.” rudy responded, slightly breathless. you felt your face get warm and you glanced at the flowers in front of you.

“those are beautiful, rudy.” you stated, and even though you knew those were for you, you didn’t want to plainly rip it out of his hands. rudy returned the smile and handed them to you which you gladly took.

“you couldn’t believe the old lady that yelled at me when i was picking them from her garden.” rudy responded, throwing his hands up in the air to dramatize his story. your jaw dropped but a smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

“you stole this from a sweet old lady?” you asked, slightly chuckling. you weren’t sure if you should feel flattered or not.

“(y/n/n), i’m joking. i got it from the florist on the corner.” rudy answered, chuckling at how gullible you are. you felt your shoulder relax and a chuckle escape from your lips.

“let me go get these into some water and than we’ll head out?” you reply, waving in reference to the flowers and turning back around. you completely had forgotten that madelyn and madison were there so when they were cowered in your kitchen out of sight from the door you jumped up in fright with a little yelp escaping your lips.

“you all right in there?” rudy asked, concerningly. he walked through the threshold and put it together when he saw the two girls there with sheepish smiles on their faces.

“they were here for support, pre-pick up.” you replied, as sheepishly as them. rudy laughed and rolled his eyes.

“don’t worry. i had a whole pep talk with drew and jonathan to make sure i wore the right socks.” he answered, easing your nerves. “off we go.” he stated and held his elbow out for you to latch your arm around.

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“you gave away my reservation?” rudy asked the hostess. he ran his hands stressfully threw his hair, careful not to raise his voice because it most likely wasn’t the individual hostess’ fault but his plans were going down the drain.

“i’m sorry, sir. we became backed up tonight and the manager said all reservations after 7 would be cancelled so it became a first come first serve.” she responded, giving a pitiful look but acting professional. you looped your hand around rudy’s elbow and tugged on him slightly to let him know you were there.

“we can grab food somewhere else if you’d like? i really don’t mind at all. as long as i’m with you, i’m happy.” you reassured him in a softer tone. rudy looked into your eyes and you could tell he was stressed that this wasn’t going as he planned but appreciated what you had said.

“if you guys want to wait, it’ll be about an hour and a half.” the hostess brought up. rudy shook his head and gave her a smile.

“no thank you.” and with that you both turned around and walked out the door.

you two decided that you would walk down the street and if there was something that really striked you guys, you could consider it. however, being as it was a saturday night in charleston, it was going to be difficult to find somewhere that wasn’t a long wait.

“so, as of right now the shortest wait we have is forty-five minutes, after walking around for an hour.” rudy stated, rubbing his hands over his face. he felt sincerely bad that this was how it was turning out. you felt bad that he felt stressed because like you said earlier, you just wanted to be with him.

“theres usually a couple of food trucks by the water, if we wanna check those out?” you suggested, rubbing your thumb back and forth onto his hand. rudy looked over at you and smiled again.

“i’m down for that.” he responded. you let your hand drop to your side as you were ready to make your way down to the pier. you were thankful that you wore comfortable shoes rather than annoying sandals or heels. you soon felt rudy’s hand brush against yours a couple of times until his pinky latched onto yours. you decided it was your next move and interlocked your fingers with his, letting your hands rock back and forth.

“hey man, can we get two tacos please?” rudy asked the man in the food truck. it wasn’t a long wait until you got your tacos. after tipping the truck and getting napkins, you two found a bench to sit and relax for once. you took the hot sauce packet and opened it, letting the little tray with the taco sit in your lap. what happened next literally seemed out of a fucking movie.

a seagull swooped in and nipped at the taco, allowing it to fall to the ground as more and more birds swarmed. you instinctively ran away, yelling and laughing at how funny this must look. rudy swatted his free hand at the birds but realized that would really do nothing. he walked over to you breathlessly and ran a hand through his blond hair while the other held his unharmed taco.

“we can just share this one?” rudy asked, his nose slightly scrunched and a couple chuckles escaping his lips here and there. you nodded laughing, tugging at the root of your hair. this would happen tonight, out of all nights.

rudy decided it was best to maybe stay walking, instead of being a sitting target for another swarm of birds. additionally, you were glad to get this chance to really get to know rudy without some waiter coming to interrupt every so often or even a bird. there was a nice breeze running through the two of you side by side and from the looks of it, the sun would set in about an hour or so, letting the sky look as if it were golden. or so you thought.

it felt like in a matter of minutes that the sky above the two of you quickly turned dark and grey and the wind became stronger.

“it’s gonna rain, isn’t it?” you asked, nodding in acceptance and with a chuckle.

“y’know, one of us should’ve checked the weather app before we planned to be outside.” rudy stated, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hands and giving a small smile in response to you.

“‘one of us’? you planned the date. that’s all on you, mister.” you responded jokinly in hopes of calming his nerves as you could tell he was just getting more and more stressed by the second. it was only seconds after, that it started to downpour. you felt your skin get wet instantly, and droplets were falling from your hair.

“here, take this.” rudy didn’t even hesitate to take off his jean jacket and hold it over your head as you two instinctively ran to the closest place to take cover. you could feel your socks get wet as you ran threw quickly formed puddles to sit in a gazebo, close to the water.

yet again, you both stood undercover, breathlessly. you and rudy both started wringing out your clothes from the amount of water it had accumulated. but, you couldn’t help but stare at his torso that was becoming more and more visible as his tshirt was still damp and sticking to his skin.

“eyes up here, sweetheart.” rudy joked, pointing his two fingers to his eyeballs. you rolled your eyes and giggled, wiping the droplets of water off of your exposed skin. you let out one last breath, and looked up at him with a goofy grin on your face.

“this first date was, uh......something.” you said, playfully. he made eye contact with you and the two of you bursted out laughing.

“i cannot believe all of this happened in the matter of, what? two hours?” rudy responded, shaking his hair of water and walking towards you slowly.

you took another step closer to him until there wasn’t much space between the two of you. “i guess we’ll just have to make up for in on the next date.” you responded, flirtatiously. something clicked in your brain real quick and you were suprised you said that. that was pretty ballsy.

“oohh, i have the honor for a second date with the (y/n) (y/l/n)? wasn’t sure i would make it past this one.” rudy responded chuckling and interlocking both of his hands with yours.

“what, you don’t think tonight ran smoothly and according to plan?” you answered sarcastically, tilting your head to the right.

“you just think you are hilarious, don’t you?” he said, glancing down to your lips. keeping your hands interlocked, you leaned in to give him a kiss. you liked the way his damp lips felt and how passionate it felt. as you two pulled away simultaneously, you had to slightly bite your lip to keep the goofy grin from appearing onto your face.

rudy clearly did not have the same thought process and the giddy grin on his face made you giggle and throw your head back. “you’re adorable.” you complimented.

“look who’s talking.” he responded. you glanced to the side of you and saw that the rain had halted and skipped to the outside of it, seeing the sun come back out. you held your hand out and turned back towards rudy still standing in the gazebo, admiring you from afar.

“i want ice cream.” you stated, holding your hand out for him to take. he gladly took it and you guys made another journey to find the next place to eat. as you two walked towards the direction of your apartment building, you two walked side by side, glaldy eating your own separate ice creams. you made sure because he paid for tacos, that you had the ice creams covered. he insisted that he at least pay for half of the ice creams though, considering you never even got to eat your taco.

“i hope you enojyed tonight. i know it didn’t really go according to plan but i’m glad with was with you.” rudy said, throwing his dirty napkin in a trash can you two passed as you guys kept walking the emptying streets of charleston.

“well i think it went great.” you said, taking a lick of your ice cream.

“oh did you?” rudy inquired, with raised eyebrows. this was a relief for him because he felt stressed out almost the entire time that everything wrong seemed to be happening.

“i mean, yeah. you never really remember when things go perfectly, do you? the tacos, seagulls, the cancelled reservation, and rain just spiced up the night a little more.” you answered, glancing into his eyes with a smile on your face. he shoved his hands into his pockets with a shit-eating grin on his face, nodding slowly as he looked at the ground.

“i’m glad.” he simply said. you smiled, feeling your face grow hot and looked forward again, gladly eating your ice cream. however, you could feel rudy’s eyes staring at you as you were still wearing his denim jacket to keep yourself warm.

“sooo, about that second date?” rudy brought up, grabbing your free hands, interlocking your fingers and letting your two arms sway dramatically between the two of you playfully.

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