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cherry-ades · 2 days ago
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what sticks
headcannons on what they think look good on you including: the main trio of bnha
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bakugo: chapstick
this man is a sucker for chaptick. he never understood a girls appeal to wanting to have shiny lip gloss or matte lipstick of all shades as he was focused on being a hero. but the thing that really stuck to him with you was chapstick. you used the standard carmex, cherry flavored, and also one that was mint, he didn’t remember what brand that one was. but he loved the way it left your lips soft, their natural color could send him into a daze, although he didn’t want to admit it. he especially loved the burn it left whenever you kissed. it stung at his own lips, and it made him smell like you. just another way of him being close to you.
deku: scarves
scarves, scarves, scarves. this man is in love with scarfs, just look at the one he wears for winter. he has scarves of all colors and designs. he loves seeing them on you though. he couldn’t explain it, but seeing you nuzzle your face in it while sitting down on the train on the way to school, it made him fill with a sense of pride. what was his made you feel safe. that was all he needed. he especially also loved matching scarves.
todoroki: turtlenecks
turtlenecks. oh god have you seen this man and his collection? his casual outfit when at home was comfortable yet fashionable slacks and a goddamn turtleneck. he loved seeing them on you too. you stole [when really he just gave it to you because the cold season was coming around] his favorite one, which happened to be a dark shade of blue that he loved. and he loved it even more when you wore it, it made him wrap his arms around you from behind and place his head on your shoulder. seeing you duck your head into the collar of these makes him want to dedicate a whole entire album of photos just to keep a permanent memory of seeing you like this. he also thinks they come in handy whenever he leaves a hickey or two on you.
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kinanabinks · 22 hours ago
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Of War And Love • Part 2
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War is over. The Prince has returned home - but after a decade on the battlefield, he's more soldier than royalty. In need of social skills, chivalry, and a princess bride, Steve is given an advisor who is tasked with rehabilitating the soldier prince and reintroducing him to high society. It's your job to make a lover out of a fighter, and teach him to be the King he was always destined to become.
Princess Natalia and her father are arriving tonight for the royal banquet - you need to prepare Steve, and quick.
Content Warning: Prince!Steve x Royal Advisor!Reader, Ex!Knight!Bucky, fluff, royal au, angst, mature themes, flirting.
《 Part 1
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On any given morning, you'd take your time in getting ready. You'd have a long, warm bath, dry and style your hair, pick out a pretty dress and decide which accessories go well with it.
But today is not just any day. You were rudely awoken by Bruce who informed you in a panic that Suvona is to be hosting a banquet tonight - the guestlist of which includes Princess Natalia and her father, King Ivan. The kitchen staff are working nonstop, the last minute change of plans having put everyone on edge.
So, after rushing through a cold bath and barely even combing your hair, you pulled on a dress and skipped the accessories before rushing to the drawing room. And now, here you are, patiently awaiting the Prince.
"Come on," You mutter to yourself, pacing up and down the room. "Where is that fool?"
Suddenly, the doors swing open, and you're utterly relieved to see none other than the Prince, flanked by Bucky. Ignoring the smirk the brunet gives you, you focus on Steve.
"Finally," You say, shaking your head. "Do you realize what tonight is?"
"Tonight?" Steve repeats with a raised brow. "Oh, yes. A dinner, right?"
"Not just any dinner, Prince," You grumble. "A royal banquet. We are hosting the three kingdoms, and that includes your princess."
"Natalia?" Bucky asks with wide eyes. "She's hot."
You shoot him a glare, folding your arms across your chest. "And what are you doing here, Sir James?"
"I'm the Prince's closest friend and confidant; I am to be present during all your lessons," Bucky tells you smugly while sitting down. "I tell you something, Stevie; with Y/N as your teacher, you'll learn a lot. I know I did."
In response to his lewd wink, you roll your eyes. "I, too, learnt a lot from you," You say bitterly.
"You did?" Steve asks incredulously, wondering just how his idiotic friend managed to win the attention of a woman like you.
"Yes," You confirm, smiling at Bucky. "I learnt that knights are shit in bed."
He scoffs with offence, while Steve snorts. Three years ago, Bucky was discharged from the army when he lost his left arm in battle. The two of you struck up a quick friendship, which developed into a quick fling, and an even quicker fall-out.
"Now, get out," You order him curtly. "We only have eight hours before the Prince needs to begin getting prettied up for tonight, and I don't have the time nor energy to entertain your inappropriate comments."
Bucky huffs, but a stern look from Steve makes him sigh in defeat before leaving the room.
"Much better," You comment once the doors are closed, turning to Steve with a smile. "Now, time for your first official lesson: making a good impression."
"A good impression? I can barely even talk to women," He admits sheepishly. "I don't know how I'm talking to you right now."
His words surprise you. "Bar me, when was the last time you spoke to a woman that wasn't your mother?" You ask him curiously.
His lips part but he says nothing for a few moments. When he speaks, his brows furrow together. "I've been a soldier since I was 15 years old. The only women I've come across for the last ten years were either trying to kill me, or kill for me. They weren't exactly very talkative."
You take in a deep breath, realizing just how difficult your task may prove to be. "Well, you're talking to me just fine," You comment with a shrug.
"That's different. I'm not under any pressure here with you," He says lowly. "You're doing your job, and helping me. Sure, you're a beautiful woman, but you seem harmless."
The compliment doesn't escape your ears and instead echoes in your mind, but you shake it away before it can stick. "You underestimate me, Prince," You warn him, walking over to him. "Now, why don't we try an exercise? Speak to me as though I'm Princess Natalia. We're in the Great Hall, and we're meeting for the first time."
"But it won't be the first time," Steve informs you. "I knew Natalia as a young boy, before the war."
"Even better!" You exclaim. "That gives you something to talk about - something to break the ice with!"
"Great," He says with a laugh. "This will be easy."
"Don't get ahead of yourself," You mutter, before lifting up your chin. "Off you go."
"Right. Um," Steve takes a few steps back before walking back over to you with a smile on his face. "Good evening, Princess. Do you recall the time we rolled around in pig muck together? My mother was furious-"
"Maybe don't go for the nostalgic story straight away," You cut him off with a wince. "And why don't we keep the stories a little... cleaner?"
"Cleaner?" He repeats, confused.
"Yes," You affirm with a nod. "Think more of birthday parties, and celebrations. Times you learnt or experienced something new together- you know, things children do. Royal children, that is."
"I know exactly what you mean," He grins, before getting back into character. "Good evening, Princess. I trust the food is to your taste?"
Pleasantly surprised by his pleasantries, you smile back at him. "Good evening, Prince. I haven't yet had the chance to try any of it, but it looks delectable," You reply coyly. "Is there anything in particular you recommend?"
He takes your arm in his, walking you around the room as though it's the hall. "I must tell you, the salmon was caught fresh this morning, and Chef Coulson always cooks it to absolute perfection."
"Is that right? Well, then, I'll be sure not to miss out on that pleasure," You say with a smile, moving closer to him. "Say, it has been a long time since I last laid eyes upon you. I remember how pretty you were. You've grown into a handsome man, but your eyes are still just as pretty."
Steve is taken aback, his eyes wide. "Uh... I- I don't... I'm not sure the princess will be as bold and brash as- as you are."
You gasp, placing a hand on your chest. "I apologize, my Prince. I got carried away," You say, feeling embarrassed as your cheeks heat up.
"Don't apologize," He says quickly. "I suppose I should be prepared for most anything."
"No, you're right; the princess will surely be much more reserved tonight," You tell him, unlinking your arm from his and standing opposite him. "I've read many a love story in my time, Prince Steven. The first meeting is the most important moment - and oftentimes, a lack of conversation is a good thing."
"It is?" He asks dubiously.
"This will work in your favor tonight, my Prince," You say excitedly. "Childhood friends reuniting, now both so much older and wiser. You'll see her womanly beauty, and she'll notice your strong nature. Words will be but a distraction."
"What are you saying, my lady?" Steve asks with a frown. "I am not to speak to her at all?"
"What I'm saying, my dear Prince, is that you needn't say much," You correct him with a smile. "A simple, 'Good evening, Princess. You look beautiful tonight,' will more than suffice. What's most important is the meeting of your eyes."
"Our eyes?" He repeats questioningly.
"Indeed, your eyes," You confirm, floating to the other side of the room. "Imagine the scene, my dear Prince: the arrival of King Ivan of Oprithia, along with his daughters, two: the Princess Yelena and, of course, his oldest, the Princess Natalia."
Steve steps back, doing his best to envision it. He focuses on you, watching as you slowly walk through the room.
"Princess Natalia has everyone's attention, but alas, she looks only upon you: Prince Steve, her childhood playmate and soon-to-be lifelong partner," You announce, slowly looking up at his eyes. His meet yours, bright and nervous, while you smile. "Her potential future husband. And she, the fire in your heart. Lighting a spark in you which you hardly knew existed."
He stays silent, hooked onto your every word.
"One look. One look, and you know you're done for," You utter softly, slowly making your way over to him. "And when she comes closer, each footstep makes your heart thud harder. Her sweet perfume consumes your senses, her coy smile making your fingers twitch. And then, she speaks: Good evening, Prince Steve."
"Good evening, Princess Natalia," He replies shakily. "You look beautiful tonight."
Clapping your hands together, you grin widely. "Perfect!"
"That's all?" Steve asks cautiously.
"That's all, my Prince," You tell him proudly. "I believe you're ready for your first meeting."
Though you seem confident, Steve can't bring himself to feel the same. Your high expectations for tonight only fill him with anxiety and a million fantasies about how it might go wrong.
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Night has fallen and the hall is filled with visitors from near and far. Fruits and meats and wine fill the tables, and almost every guest has arrived.
You're on the edge of a breakdown. Steve has been missing for an hour. He was being primmed and prepped, and even agreed to them trimming his overgrown hair- and then he disappeared.
"Y/N!" Queen Sarah sings out, a fake smile plastered on her face as she pulls you to the side. "Where is my son?"
Oh, fuck.
"He's, um, getting dressed, Your Highness," You say nervously. "He wasn't completely happy with his original outfit."
"That boy and his picky nature," She grumbles with an eye roll. "Tell him there's no time to waste and to come down in whatever it is he's wearing right now- King Ivan has entered the kingdom and will arrive at the palace any minute!"
"Yes, Your Highness," You reply obediently before rushing out of the hall.
Where could he be?
Roaming the palace, looking in every room, you fail to locate him. It isn't until you venture out into the knights' training grounds that you hear the familiar, jovial sound of Bucky's laughter and realize just who has taken your Prince hostage.
Turning the corner, you see none other than Steve, dressed in knight's armor and slumped against the wall. He's clearly drunk, no doubt thanks to the barrels of beer next to where Bucky stands.
"Never in my years of serving this family have I witnessed such abhorrent behaviour," You call out with a glare as you storm over to them. "Explain yourself, Sir James!"
His eyes widen. "Oh, shit."
Steve turns his head and looks up at you, a drunken grin on his lips. "Good evening - hic - my Princess. You look beautiful ton- tonight."
"I cannot believe this," You mumble, placing your hand on your heart as the panic grows within you. "The Queen is going to have my head."
"Calm down, my darling," Bucky says, placing a hand on your shoulder. "She'll do no such thing."
"Get off me!" You spit, pushing him away. "Princess Natalia will be arriving any second to meet her potential spouse, the very same man who is currently almost unconscious with the amount of beer you've supplied him with!"
"He asked for it!" Bucky claims, holding his hands up in surrender. "Steve doesn't want to go to the banquet."
"What?" You ask, before kneeling down next to the Prince. "Is this true, Prince Steven?"
He lets out a long sigh, the smell of beer on his breath making you wince. "I'm not fit to be a husband, much less the King of Suvona," He mumbles. "The second I marry, my mother will step down and I'll be forced to rule. I can't- can't do that. I'm not ready. I'll bring shame to the kingdom. To my father. He won us a war, and what could I possibly offer under the shadow of his greatness?"
You sit next to him, gesturing for Bucky to leave, which he thankfully does without putting up a fight. Looking up at the starry night, you pick up Steve's half-empty mug of beer and take a sip. "I knew your father well, Prince Steven," You tell him lowly.
"Please, just Steve is fine," He utters.
"I couldn't," You argue, frowning. "You deserve respect."
"What did you call my father?" He asks you with a raised brow. "You knew him well, as you claim. He hated those close to him using his title."
A small smile grows on your lips. "And I hate not showing respect where it's due," You tell him warmly. "We came to a compromise. I called him Sir."
"I'm not any more comfortable with that," He tells you with a snort, before looking over at you. "Bucky called you his darling."
"Because he's an arrogant shit-for-brains who wrongly thinks I still harbor a soft spot for him," You say angrily.
"And he's also my best friend," Steve informs you with a smirk.
Your eyes widen. "I'm so sorry, Your Highness. Sir James is-"
"An arrogant shit-for-brains," He repeats with a laugh.
Leaning your head against the wall, you grin. "I can't use a pet name on you, Your Highness. It wouldn't be right."
"No?" He asks with a pout. "So, asking for you to call me your sweeting is out of the question, I presume?"
"Most definitely, my Prince," You say with a soft laugh.
"And what if, as your Prince, I ordered it?" He questions curiously. "What if, in all my royal power, I demanded it?"
"You demand that I call you my sweeting?" You question him, to which he nods. "Well then, my sweeting, I suppose I have no choice."
He laughs with victory, nodding. "So, there are perks to this role." A few moments of silence go by before he speaks again. "What were you going to say, earlier? About my father?"
"Ah, yes," You say, sitting up. "I knew him well; much deeper than simply seeing a man with many great achievements. I knew what regret looked like on him. And sadness. And fear."
"My father, afraid?" Steve asks with a frown.
"Oh, yes, indeed," You confirm. "King Joseph had many fears. The biggest one, of course, being losing you. He hated that you were at war, though he knew he had no choice but to send you and keep you there. After all, how could he have expected his subjects to fight for their kingdom if their own Prince didn't?"
He stays silent, listening to your every word.
"The one thing he wasn't afraid of was you coming home. He never once expressed any doubt in your ability to take the throne," You express to him honestly. "He knew that, one day, it would happen. That his son would become king. And that, my sweeting, was the thing King Joseph was the proudest of."
Taking in a deep breath, Steve shakes his head. "I'm nothing like him. My knowledge and experience spans no further than the battlefield. I'm a fighter; a soldier. How can they expect anything more of me?"
"There is much more to you than even you know yourself," You tell him confidently. "I see in you the very same spirit I saw in your father. That's why I'm so adamant on bringing out the best in you, my sweeting. Your potential knows no bounds. You're a great warrior, and that is not something you should be ashamed of, but being a warrior does not and will not hinder your journey to the throne. In fact, you can use it to your advantage."
He scoffs, raising a brow. "And how, my lady, do you suppose I do that?"
"That will be shown to you over time," You explain. "Your experience in planning, your innate protectiveness over your people, and your instinct to survive is what will make you the greatest king Suvona has ever seen."
His lips part as he stares at you. "You are simply saying words," He accuses. "Words you cannot truly mean."
"I am many things, my Prince, but I am not a liar," You tell him keenly. "And if you take me on as your closest confidant, you can trust in me the same way your father did. I helped him win a war and liberate Suvona. Allow me to liberate you."
Narrowing his eyes, he stares at you in silence. He contemplates your offer, wondering if he can trust you. As the cool breeze wafts over him, he decides that it would be much easier to give in to you and take your help. It's what his father would have wanted.
"I've likely missed Princess Natalia's grand entrance," He says lowly as the sound of orchestral music comes from within the palace.
"That's no matter," You tell him softly. "You'll have plenty of opportunities to catch her eye. There's no rushing love."
"Isn't there?" Steve asks, feeling quite rushed.
"Time constraints can spoil love," You say. "Love blooms most beautifully when it is given ample time. After all, flowers hardly grow in a day. They require water and sunshine, and tender care. Delicate things, flowers are. And love is the most delicate flower of all."
Steve looks down at you, meeting your eyes. You share a look. You share a smile.
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sl-ut · a day ago
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i wanna be your girlfriend
PART TWO
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pairing: rue bennett x reader, maddy perez/cassie howard/kat hernandez x reader (platonic), various x reader
description: after confessing her feelings to her best friend via text, rue wakes up in a hospital room. y/n finally returns from maui after losing contact with rue for the rest of the summer and demands answers.
warnings: canonical type shit– drugs (mention of OD), sex (kinda smut, not super explicit), nudity, swearing, etc, jules slander (sorry not sorry)
Words: 3.5K
date posted: 17/01/22
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Sometimes people do bad things. Sometimes people do drugs, they lie to their parents about doing drugs, and sometimes, they ghost their best friend of seven years after admitting that they’re in love with them and latching onto the new girl for support. When I say ‘people,’ I mean me, and by ‘sometimes,’ I mean that it's what I’ve been doing for the last few weeks.
I know it’s a really shitty thing for me to do, and I honestly did want to reach out to Y/n, but this way just seemed easier. I’m amazed that I actually managed to avoid her for the past five days since I was discharged from rehab, and had not only attended the end of summer party at Christopher McKay’s house, but I had gotten a ride with some of her friends.
Y/n had befriended Kat on the first few days that she had moved here. They sat beside each other during homeroom, and Y/n complimented Kat’s wide variety of gel pens. They spent every recess and lunch period together until Kat went on vacation to Jamaica. Her absence was what had given Billy Weisner the initial courage to ask Y/n out that fateful day, and from that day forward, she had begun spending all of those recesses and lunches with me instead.
Her friendship with Maddy and Cassie came much later. While she stopped hanging out with Kat as much after we started hanging out, they still remained on good terms and would consider each other to be casual friends. When Y/n came out for the second time in eighth grade, it caused her social status to sky rocket, and in the moments that she wasn’t spending with me, she was becoming acquainted with her new-found popularity under the watchful eye of Maddy, though at some point, it seemed to have shifted into some sort of genuine friendship.
I was glad to find that Y/n was not in the car when they pulled up behind me, but it was way too much for me to ask that they wouldn’t mention her to me.
“Hey, you heard from Y/n today?”
Rue frowned at the mention of the girl she’d been avoiding, both annoyed with Kat for bringing her up and confused at the fact that even her other friends hadn’t heard from her. Rue’s own phone had been eerily quiet that day, only receiving three text messages from Y/n that morning, which was considerably less than usual.
“Uh, no.”
“Really?” Maddy turned in her seat, the car swerving at her sudden movement, “Aren’t you two like fucking or something?”
Rue shook her head nervously, “No, we’re, uh, we’re not.”
“Shit,” Kat swore, “She hasn’t been answering any of my texts today. You think she’s okay?”
“She’s fine. Probably just getting dicked down or something.” BB added, looking up from her phone as the three other girls all glanced at her with raised brows, “Or like, whatever ‘dicked down’ for lesbians would be.”
“Shut up,” Kat shook her head, “You know she’s not.”
Maddy shrugged, “My mom made me bring her a casserole the other day, she seemed okay then. I mean, not great, but okay. Have you seen her?”
“No,” Rue felt a twist in her gut, “Why?”
“Yo,” BB coughed out a cloud of smoke, “That’s mad fucked up.”
“You really haven’t gone to see her?” Kat asked.
Rue almost got a bit annoyed as she repeated her response to the last three questions.
The two girls in the front seat shared a glance, but didn’t say another word, and Rue knew she had really fucked up.
Y/n had gotten back from Maui the day after I was discharged, but in the weeks between me going to rehab and being released, she had left a grand total of seven hundred and sixty-three text messages on my phone and ninety-three missed calls. My mom gave me my phone the morning after I got home, and I read every single one of them. And I cried.
The messages varied between greetings, series of question marks, written fits of anger and confusion, and occasionally, updates on her mom; If things had been any different, this is something that I genuinely would have asked about, but me being a shitty friend and all, these messages had all be left on read.
I honestly didn’t even know that Y/n was home at that point. I’d stopped reading her messages a few days back, as much as I possibly could, anyway. She was persistent, to say the least. The only thing that makes this whole fucking thing even worse is that her persistence was exactly what had made me want to be friends with her in the first place.
Maddy, Kat, and BB didn’t help to make me feel any better about all of this. McKay’s party had been supposed to be a release for me; A new start, just without making any changes. As far as my mom knew, I was spending the night at Lexi’s and, just as anyone with a single brain cell, she trusted her to not let me do drugs. See, Lexi was the kind of friend that parents trusted, and while she typically made her disapproval known to my habits, I trusted her to never snitch.
Lexi and Y/n were essentially two sides to the same coin. While Y/n knew that I’d at least tried drugs, she really had no idea what was going on in my life. After she had gotten her drivers licence, she would always offer to borrow her aunt’s car so we could drive around endlessly until the early hours of the morning. Sometimes, when I was really high, she could tell, but I always played it off as weed. I knew she wouldn’t be quite as passive as Lexi if she knew that I’d been using narcotics, considering how her mom had ended up, and would certainly snitch. And honestly, I didn’t blame her.
A part of me wanted to be clean for her. Y/n was the single greatest fucking thing to ever exist, and honestly, if it wasn’t for her, I probably would have ODed way before I eventually did. I wanted her, and I wanted her to want me. But, as life would have it, Y/n had a type.
The first girl that Y/n ever admitted to having a crush on was Megan Fox. We were thirteen at the time, before her second coming out, and Y/n had picked up a copy of Jennifer’s Body from the discount bin at Walmart.
“I would literally let Megan Fox do whatever the fuck she wanted to me,” Y/n sighed dreamily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she stared at the screen, unaware of her best friend’s stare on the side of her face.
Between then and the time that Y/n came out, she never mentioned another girl to me other than Megan Fox, and it was fucking Megan Fox.
By the first day of freshman year, Y/n had started ‘talking’ to a girl in her art class, literally the one class that we didn’t have together. She was a tall brunette, and was probably as close to Megan Fox as a girl at our school could get. They dated for two months, and after a brief period of mourning, she met Adah, an exchange student from Spain. Then, Shelly.
As long as I had Y/n, I didn’t want drugs so much, but I didn’t have her, I never really did. I knew it would probably kill her if she found out, and honestly, she would probably leave me and never look back; Literally anyone with a set of eyes and a single clue would want Y/n, and I didn’t have her. But I had drugs. I would always have drugs. Well, so long as I stopped ripping off my dealer.
“What the fuck, Rue?”
Fezco dropped down onto the outdoor sectional next to Rue, rolling his eyes as she sputtered out a response, feigning innocence to her crime.
“Come on now, bruh. You owe me a hundred-twenty bucks.”
“My bad,” She snorted, “I forgot.”
“Shit,” He swore, “You know I ain’t trippin’. Well, to be honest, your whole drug shit got me feeling kinda uneasy.”
“Come on, don’t go soft on me, Fez.”
“No, I’m not,” He sighed, “It’s just that… I like you. And I missed you, bruh. That shit had me scared as fuck.”
“Yeah,” Rue frowned, “You and everyone else.”
“Your girl came by the other day,” Fez muttered, as if he had read her mind, “Playin’ all cool and shit, askin’ about you. She seemed worried.”
Rue didn’t respond, head leaned back against the cushions of the couch in a daze. She exhaled, eyes sagging shut as he continued.
“She’s the one you’re always talkin’ about, heh? Said she hadn’t heard from you in a few days. Asked if I seen you, said you could only find your favourite candy at my place.”
“Yeah?” She hummed, “What’d you tell her?”
“Assumed she didn’t know shit, so I said I never saw you. Don’t wanna get involved in your shit, man, cause the way she’s lookin’ at you right now, that girl is mad as fuck.”
Her neck tightened in pain as her head shot up, brown eyes meeting Y/n’s as she crossed the lawn like a steam roller. Fez fled the scene so quickly that Rue hadn’t even noticed until he was actually gone. If she had been sober, she may have even made an attempt to escape, but her legs felt like Jell-O as she took in Y/n’s appearance.
She was dressed simply, a green slip dress with a baggy, white hoodie thrown overtop and plain white sneakers, and still, Rue was left breathless.
“Hi Rue,” Her voice was soft, but her tone held a sharp bite; A weak attempt to conceal her anger. “Where’ve you been?”
Rue shrugged, “Around.”
Y/n laughed bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest as an indent appeared in between her eyebrows.
“Yeah? ‘Cause I haven’t been able to find you, it kinda seems like you’re avoiding me. What is it, Rue, you’re embarrassed about a text that you sent me? You don’t just say that shit and then blow me off for a month!”
“‘M sorry,” The curly-haired girl responded weakly, hanging her head in hopes of holding in her tears.
“We have to talk about it, Rue,” Y/n sat next to her, close enough that Rue could feel her warmth, smell her perfume, “I don’t care if you meant it, if you didn’t mean if, we have to talk about it. Because honestly,” Rue flinched as Y/n’s voice broke slightly as she spoke, “I can’t lose you, not now. Not after what happened.”
Rue glanced up, eyebrows furrowed. Y/n’s eyes were red-rimmed and glossy, widening as she recognized the confusion on her best friend’s face.
“Seriously?” She seethed, chest heaving as her breathing deepened, “My fucking mom died, Rue. And you’re so concerned with figuring out your sexuality that you’re throwing away seven fucking years of friendship?”
“I couldn’t… No, that’s not- that’s not it.”
“Yeah? And what was so important that you couldn’t pick up the goddamn phone when I called, or answered a text, huh? What’s the reasonable excuse for literally ghosting me when I needed you more than ever?”
By this point, Rue couldn’t even look at her. Her makeup had smudged, mascara smeared down her cheeks as she continued to speak. Before now, Rue knew what kind of damage she had been doing to both herself and her best friend, but she could manage her own pain by getting high, and until Y/n’s was presented to her face, the drugs took that away too.
“I’m sorry,” Rue sobbed once more.
Y/n shook her head once more, wiping her cheeks with the palms of her hands before she pushed herself off of the couch, and left Rue on her own without another word.
I was a fucking cunt. You don’t have to remind me, but I don’t blame you if you do anyway.
But in all honesty, as I watched my best friend leave me in the dust, just as I always feared she would, a small part of me was comforted by the fact that I no longer had to choose between her and drugs, and an even smaller part of me was somewhat happy that I now didn’t have to worry about her finding out about my addiction and getting hurt. Maybe she was better off without me.
It wasn’t like she was going to be left alone and friendless, she had Maddy and Kat and Cassie, and like I said, anyone would be lucky to have her. She would be just fine without me.
Y/n paused before re-entering the house, attention caught by the large crowd of boys that had congregated around the in-ground swimming pool. Ignoring the swears and slurs thrown her way as she pushed her way to the front, she sighed disappointedly as she caught sight of what had caused such a ruckus.
“Maddy!” She shrieked, rushing to the concrete stairs as she watched her friend pull away from the guy she had been grinding against, the water giving no discretion to what they were doing underneath.
“Y/n, oh my God,” Maddy accepted the hand that Y/n had offered to her as she clambered out of the pool, her wet body soaking Y/n’s clothes through as she embraced her, “I’m so happy you’re here. We were all so worried.”
Y/n returned the embrace, leaning into her friend’s shoulder as she began to openly weep. It felt good to actually accept support from the friends who were actively offering it rather than seeking it from one who was ignoring her.
The guy, Tyler, appeared over Y/n’s shoulder, glancing between the two girls, “So, can I, like, get your number or something?”
“Ew,” Maddy scrunched her nose up, “No, get lost.”
Y/n pulled away, stepping in front of Maddy’s petite frame to shield her as she redressed, protecting what little modesty she had left after what she had just done.
“Do you wanna go home or something?” Maddy suggested, “Or we can go back to my place.”
Y/n shook her head, “No, I honestly just wanna get really fucked up.”
Maddy smirked, “Or we can do that.”
I had assumed that Y/n had left the party, but I guess that I am a prime example of turning to substance abuse in order to dull any pain that I was in.
Y/n wasn’t exactly sure what all she had to drink, just accepting each of the cups that Maddy had offered to her. Each one tasted more like window cleaner than the last, but the drunker she became, the less it bothered her.
The girl appeared less distressed than she had previously. While her lips were still puffy and eyes still quite bloodshot, Maddy had conjured up a makeup wipe from her car and carefully reapplied a fresh layer of mascara to her lashes. The Perez girl had actually been the one that Y/n had expected the least comfort from, but as it would seem, there was a big heart beneath that cold, bitchy exterior.
She hadn’t seen Rue since she had met up with Maddy, though she hadn’t exactly been looking for her either. Instead, she found herself seated on the bathroom sink, leaning against the mirror and allowing a large cloud of smoke to leave her lips. Y/n sighed, handing the Juul back to the girl who had given it to her, Piper, a small, drunken smile forming on her lips.
“Do you think,” She paused to contain her giggles before continuing, “Do you think that, like, things really matter?”
“Like, what kind of things?” Piper asked, leaning closer.
Y/n shrugged, “I don’t know, like anything we do? I mean, we’re just like floating on a rock in the middle of space, right? So why does it really matter what I do and don’t do?”
“I guess it depends. If you really care about what other people think, or if you make your own happiness your priority. To me, I think happiness is better, you can’t please everyone else if you don’t please yourself, right?”
Y/n stared at her wondrously, “You’re literally so fucking smart. You should have like a TED Talk or something. I’m literally just gonna start doing whatever the fuck I want just cause you said so.”
Piper raised a single brow at her, slowly stepping forward to stand just in front of Y/n, “And what do you want right now?”
Picking up on her tone, Y/n slowly parted her knees without breaking eye contact with her, arching her back as she stepped in to stand between her thighs.
“I want whatever you want.”
Piper finally kissed her, not waiting to force her tongue into Y/n’s mouth. The kiss was nothing like the others she had, and not exactly in a good way. Piper was sloppy, tongue slamming into her own without any rhythm as her hands immediately pushed her hoodie off of her shoulders. A different version of Y/n, a sober and emotionally stable one would have slowed her down, taken control, but drunken her didn’t care. Instead, she tugged her arms out of her sleeves and helped Piper slide the straps of her dress down enough to release her breasts before pulling Piper’s own shirt off.
Y/n sighed at the warmth of her bare chest against her own, pressing her hips closer to her as she quickly grew more excited and aroused. She lifted her lips to allow the other girl to lift her skirt and tug off her panties, sighing in relief as the girl knelt before her and got to work.
Piper’s face was swallowed by Y/n’s mind, and replaced with Rue’s. Y/n’s gasps and cries increased as she raised one leg onto the counter beside her, imagining the pleasure coming from her former best friend. Her climax crashed over her harder than ever before, leaving her vision spotted and dark around the edges, even as she forced Piper onto the counter where she once sat so that she could return the favour. Her mind showed her Rue once more, bare chest heaving with her gasps and throaty moans. Plump lips parted as she pressed two digits inside her, dropping into a wide ‘O’ as her hips stuttered against Y/n’s face and grinning down at her as she rose to taste her lips once more.
Only, it wasn’t Rue.
Rue had broken up with her, if that’s what you could even call it. ‘I wanna be your girlfriend,’ she had said, and Y/n felt her heart jump into her throat when she read the message. And then, nothing.
“That was like, really good,” Piper sighed, tugging her shirt back over her head, “You came, right? I’ve never actually done that before. With a girl, I mean.”
“Yeah,” Y/n accepted the kiss she planted on her lips, “You were good, I’m surprised that was your first.”
She definitely wasn’t surprised. Y/n was positive that she had only managed to finish because she had been imagining someone else.
“So, do you maybe wanna go out sometime? This wasn’t just a one time thing for me, I’m bi, and I knew you were gay so–”
“Yeah, sure,” Y/n slid Piper’s phone out of her back pocket, offering it to her so that she could open it before she typed in her phone number, “Just like text me or something, whenever you wanna fuck again or something.”
“Oh,” Piper flushed, “Okay.”
Y/n stepped out of the bathroom, tugging her sweater back on. Her eyes burned with tears as she thought over the experience.
Initially, she did really want to fuck Piper; She had been sending signals since the moment they had met in the kitchen, not to mention the fact that her tits were almost entirely visible through her mesh shirt. Y/n had noticed her the moment that she and Maddy had entered the kitchen, and with the aid of her friend, quickly invited her to go to the bathroom after noticing her stare. Still, when the moment finally came that she was eating her out, Y/n imagined someone else, the best friend who abandoned her.
Stumbling, Y/n pulled her phone out of her pocket as it buzzed, reading the greeting that Piper had sent. Sending back a simple heart, she exited the conversation and then opened the long, unanswered text chain with Rue. Typing uncontrollably, she sent the message without a thought, and stuffed her phone back into her pocket.
i wanted to be ur girlfriend 2
Fuck.
thank you all for reading! likes, comments, feedback, and constructive criticism, and reblogs are always welcome and appreciated, however please do NOT repost my work without permission.
tags: @ariianelle
(willing to tag anyone else in this series, but i will not be maintaining any major taglists for the rest of my work)
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alienguts · 9 hours ago
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Homecoming (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)
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Summary: Y/N comes home from military deployment to a very clingy husband.
Warnings: Fluff
Request?: Requested by @nyx2021
A/N: My knowledge of the military is so miniscule it needs a microscope to be seen, but I am confident in my fluff-writing abilities 😅
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Bruce couldn’t tell if he was excited or nervous. He felt nauseous and his hands were sweaty on the car’s steering wheel but he couldn’t get to the airport fast enough. He had to see her when she walked through the arrivals gate. He had to see his Y/N.
The ambiance of the airport arrivals gate was suffocating. He’d always been used to people staring at him as if he were a mythical creature - he was the most famous man in Gotham, after all - but he wanted to have at least some privacy while seeing his wife for once. Y/N’s military status was no secret, being a captain and in a relationship with Bruce Wayne made her an easy target for both the paparazzi and the public so every time she came home, she was met by crowds of well meaning “patriots” wanting to get the slightest glimpse of their hero.
He stood off to the side, hoping to stay away from the crowd, and watched as the glass doors to the arrivals gate slid open, revealing the other Gothamite soldiers, but no Y/N. The crowd of people rushed to meet their loved ones, further obscuring Bruce’s vision until he felt a small tap on his shoulder.
He looked around, expecting to see a rogue reporter or someone wanting a photo of him, and was met by Y/N’s kind face, a tiny smile on her lips. She wore plain clothes to blend in, just like the rest of the troop, but he would have been able to pick her out immediately, he always thought she could look beautiful in just a garbage bag.
“What are you doing hiding over here?” she asked, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the sounds around them, but quiet enough that their conversation was still private. Bruce didn’t answer her immediately, just pulled her into his strong arms and held her close to him, his face buried in her hair.
“I missed you,” he whispered as he tightened his arms around her.
“I missed you too, but you’re crushing my ribs,” Y/N said with a soft laugh. He loosened his hold on her but didn’t completely let her go.
“Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were really here,” he said bashfully. She reached up to stroke her fingers along his jaw before leaning up on her toes to kiss him softly.
“Of course I’m really here,” she said, ignoring the looks from people around them. “But can we go home now? I’m starting to feel a little claustrophobic.”
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Once they’d returned home to the Manor, Bruce didn’t want to leave Y/N’s side. He’d kept her close while he made the two of them coffee, sat directly next to her at dinner, and was now attempting to join her in the shower.
“What’s going on with you, Bruce?” Y/N asked him as she dug around the linen closet for some clean towels. “You’re not normally this clingy when I come home.”
“I’m not being clingy,” he protested. “I just missed you, that’s all.”
“Bruce, you were almost sitting in my lap at dinner, I know you missed me, but you’ve never been like this before.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Bruce sighed. “I don’t know what came over me, just being in that airport and seeing everyone watching you made me want to not let you go again.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind it when you’re clingy,” Y/N said as she walked over to where he sat on the edge of their bed and perched herself on his knee. “I get like that whenever we’re at a gala and there are people around you.”
“Hmm, I have noticed,” he said as he pulled her closer to him and rested his head on her shoulder. “You also get a little jealous when there’s people around me.”
“Me? Jealous?” she said, feigning offence. “I do not get jealous, Mr Wayne.”
“You definitely do get jealous, I can count so many times I’ve been talking to someone and you’ve just appeared out of thin air,” he said amusedly as he kissed her neck softly.
“Okay, so I do get a little jealous, but can you blame me? Not everyone has a husband as handsome as you.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him back tenderly.
“I’m assuming this means that you don’t mind me being a little clingy just for tonight?” he asked against her lips.
“Bruce, you can be clingy forever, it doesn’t bother me at all,” she said before kissing him again. “We’re both never home so you being clingy suits me just fine.”
Bruce pulled her into his lap properly, her legs wrapped around his waist and his arms around hers as he leaned in to kiss her again and again until they were both breathless. He missed being able to touch her, her warm skin, her silky hair, her soft lips. He just couldn’t get enough of her and wanted to stay tangled up in her embrace forever.
“I love you so much,” he whispered against her mouth, his voice just loud enough for her to hear him. “I don’t want to let you go again.”
“I love you too, you don’t have to let me go,” she said between kisses. She couldn’t deny how much she’d missed him too. She’d spent many nights reading through the letters he’d sent her instead of sleeping, and had shed a few tears while thinking about him. Her work was important, but her husband was equally as important to her.
Bruce let out a breath to steady himself as he reluctantly pulled away from her lips and watched as her eyes fluttered open.
“We should probably hop in the shower now, huh?” he asked as he stroked her back.
“I could wait a little longer, there’s still something I want to do,” she said coyly.
“Oh? And what’s that?” he asked, already knowing what she had in mind. She backed out of his lap and came to kneel on the floor, her palms running up his thighs.
“I want to show my husband just how much I missed him.”
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hiko-shrine · 22 hours ago
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𝑼𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑰𝒅𝒐𝒍
Prayer's Wish • None
Worshipping {Characters} • Nagito x Reader
Genre • Fluff/Romantic <3 + More modern times
Cautions • Mentions of Nagito's self deprecation // A small mention of Sayaka Maizono
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Summary/Desire • Nagito's S/O is the  ultimate idol, they're making a music video as their anniversary gift for their lover, Nagito Komaeda
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It's been one and a half year since Nagito and you had started dating; with your guy's anniversary coming up, the confession was awkward yet sweet, you still remember it quite clearly as if it happen a week ago.
Although it could be because Nagito is still the same as you first started this relationship, he's always flustered and calling himself trash well, you know the usual. He frequently states that he's "Truely a lucky guy to be dating a shining hope like you"
It wasn't surprising that he was shocked that you confessed to him first, though since he didn't want you to be seen with "trash" like him obvious reasons as you're the popular idol MC, Nagito never tried to tell you his romancing feelings. You were so popular that you're always surrounding by fanboys and fangirls, the only time he got to spend with you was when he was paired with you to do projects together especially with his luck, the random draws of different student's names on a stick, his name and yours were often picked as a pair. anyways
Even though when you first publicly clung onto Nagito and labelled yourself as his lover every single person was shock as you two seemed complete opposites of each other, your fanclubs were especially upset at first but most of them supported your relationship either way and practically made it a big deal for you two to become to golden couple of Hopes Peak. Your dear close friend Sayaka was slightly worried with your obsessive fans that were against your relationship so she stuck around even more to ensure nothing tragic happens.
Ever since you first saw Nagito you were so inlove with his features, his fluffy and soft yet tangled asf looking hair you probably wanted to yank or smth lol
his tree-like figure 😍 You'd never let others bash Nagito's name calling him a freak and crazy trash as he was obsessive with the idea of hope, you loved the way he was and will never let go of him. Moving back to the present, recently you had been offered to film a music video with a special music producer/director, he heard from a recent interview that your anniversary was gonna be here soon so as a gift for both of you, the concept of the video was gonna be how you felt about Nagito before you two started dating, so as a crush theme it was embarrassing when you heard it but you went and agreed with it because it seemed cute and somewhat exceptional to present as a gift. As you start constructing the lyrics, the memories come flooding back.
"Once Upon A Love, I Met A Boy. Perfect But I Cannot Hold" quite self-explanatory to be exact, with all your fame and fans it felt like you'd never have the time to actually personally talk to your crush. To you, he was like a precious ancient relic in a museum behind a thick glass barrier, you can look but you can't touch Nagito probably felt the same way.
"All Day All Night Oh Boy I Think 'Bout You" Everytime you got paired with Nagito for even the smallest projects, you felt like you were the Ultimate Lucky Student. After every interaction with him, the scenes replay in your mind as if you were in need to remember a dance routine, no matter what time it was or where you were, you'd always be daydreaming about Nagito, when you went home at the end of the day at school.
"Wake Up Girl He Wants You As A Friend" Is what you kept thinking as Nagito was quite reserved in your friendship which lead you to think he had only saw you as a close friend, thankfully you didn't let go of your feelings, letting them linger around your heart and mind.
"Suit Up Like A Prince Ah, So Pretty!" You invited him to a event to which your idol group attended to. During that night you met up in the event's building he was dressed in a formal suit; a dark button-up dress shirt with a white beige blazer. He even had tied his fluffy hair half up (Like Albedo) with the venue's stage lights projecting onto Nagito, he looked even more gorgeous than normal.
"Why Don't You Love Me, Why Don't You Want Me" Those are the exact words part of your confession when you had thought that Nagito was gonna reject you but shockingly for you he didn't he accepted your unconditional love not with open arms at first though with his low self-esteem in the way.
Going forward with the videoshoot, you caught onto the dance routine quicker than usual as you wanted to work especially hard for this present. Since you had already sang the lyrics for the music video, your participation was finished. All you had to do was wait for the producers and editors to fix up scene arrangements and background then to adding CGI, ypu had requested to add a special hint of who the boy you were singing about was.
When it was officially released a day before your anniversary, you rushed to show Nagito, as always he was impressed by your skills of dance and singing vocals, he praised you over and over again for your hardwork. However when you had told Nagito that the song was based off him and your feelings before you started dating he was astounded that you made a song established off "a nobody like him" Of course you quickly told him he wasn't a nobody especially not after this. As he kept on watching the music video your request of adding this little hint into the video finally showed up, it was a shadow forming in the background of you from left and popped onto the right side, the silhouette was obviously a representation of Nagito's stature. You quickly flicked your head's direction to Nagito's face to see how he reacts to it if he did catch it which he most likely did as he seemed like he froze for a moment then blinked with a rosy pink blush painted onto his cheeks and ears. He paused the video and looked over towards your direction aswell and with his mouth slightly opened,
"Y/N I truely treasure you with all my being, you really are my beam of hope even if I'm being quite a selfish piece of trash I want to hold onto you and cherish you till you get sick of me, I love you" And with those sweet loving words he lightly kissed you and hugged you tightly, you smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist whispering
"Happy Anniversary Love"
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Shrine Wish Fufilled ⛩🏮
Client Departure Letter ~
"I listened to Na Na Na by Alsa on loop for two hours and got this idea 👩‍🦲 Half of this oneshot is based off the song, it's a good song though" - HikoShrine
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nyxs-sins · 2 days ago
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Could you do a Leo x reader bit where she’s going on and on about something and he’s just staring at her and she notices and he gets a mushy and romantic?
Downtime
Warnings: None
“Leo? Leo are you listening?” MC waves her hand in front of his face, smiling gently at him. “Hey, you zoned out on me, are you okay?”
Leo pulls himself out of his daydream, looking up at his girlfriend with a small smile. “Huh? Yeah, I’m okay. Just tired is all…”
“Why don’t we go to my room to relax?” MC offers, beaming at him when he takes her outstretched hand.
“Very well then, cara mi, I think a break is in order,” Leo smirks a little at her blush. With his hand tightly held in hers, he follows her to her bedroom.
“Mm… Comfortable?” MC asks, snuggling into Leo on her bed.
“Very. Now what is it you were trying to tell me?” Leo asks, throwing his arm over her and pulling her into his chest.
“Le Comte invited us to a ball! He said Sebastian would take me shopping tomorrow for a ball gown.”
“Is that so..?” Leo hums, not really listening. Instead, he’s focused on her face, on the excited glint in her eyes.
“Yes! You’ll be going to the ball too, right?” MC looks up at him, batting her eyelashes.
Leo sighs to hide his chuckle, moving her hair out of her face and pretending to be annoyed. “I suppose if I must. Besides, it’s be a shame not to see you all dolled up.” He winks at her, causing MC to turn a dark shade of red.
“A-anyways…” MC goes on to talk about her day, about the invitation to the ball and what kind of dress she envisions wearing for it. “Do you think blue would look good on me?”
“Cara mi, any color looks good on you.”
“Oh hush, that’s not helpful.”
“I’m just being honest, baby.”
MC blushes and gently punched him in the arm. The two pause and stare at each other, before breaking down into a fit of giggles.
Leo yawns, pushing MC onto her back and then snuggling into her neck.
“Tired?” MC gently runs her fingers through his hair, adjusting the blankets over them. “Leo?” She’s only answered by the sound of gentle snoring. “Hehe, goodnight, Leo, my love.” She places a gentle kiss on his forehead, and then follows him into the world of dreams.
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ashhh-14 · 2 days ago
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▒Right▒
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❖Laito x Reader
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Character's origin- Diabolik lovers
Characters- Laito Sakamaki and Mysterious
Warning- None consensual feeding
Genre- ❖
Format- One-shot
Word count- 389
Masterlist
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Laito was being distant. Missing dates, avoiding you, only approaching you when either hungry or want to have sex. At first you just brushed it off thinking nothing of it. He was a Sakamaki after all, mood swings are normal. But it's been 3 months since it's been going on. You are growing suspicious at this point.So today, you decided to confront him.
"Listen to me Laito! "
Currently, you were in the school hallway which was mostly empty.
Laito sighed and turned, "What is it Bitch-chan? "
"What's wrong with you these days? " You crossed your arms in front of your chest.
"What do you mean? " His eyes darkened.
"You are avoiding me. You don't spend time with me anymore. It feels like we are not even together anymore and... "
"And? " His voice grew heavier.
"And you're making me think that what they told me about you was right. "
"Who told you what? " He asked stepping closer to you.
You took a few steps back and said, "Y-Your brothers. They said I'm just a play thing to you who you'll throw away after you get bored. "
"Oh! You should have listened to them you know. "
"Huh? " Your back was pressed against the wall while he pinned both your hands to each side of your head.
"Because they were right. " And with that, he roughly sank his fangs into the side of your neck.
You painfully hissed. You tried pushing him off of you but failed due to all the blood he's taking from you.
Just as you were about to pass out from blood loss and pain, you were into someone's arms while Laito was on the ground. He quickly stood up to fight back but a voice interrupted him saying, "Fuck off if you don't want any trouble. "
Laito raised both his hands, as if surrendering with a playful smirk on his face. With that, he vanished.
You looked up to see who saved you, but due to blood loss, you could only catch a glimpse of brown and red hair before you passed out in your saviour's arms.
The guy looked down at your passed out form in his arms with a little smile on his face while saying , "Sleep. Angel. " before he took you home with him.
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heavenlyheartsclub · 2 days ago
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I have noticed a SEVERE lack in Y/N/Reader X Bill drawing content. I’m here to change that!!!! >:3c
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animedaddymilkers · 3 hours ago
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hey can i get uhhhhhhh shigaraki for the ask game?
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tags: fluff, YESSSS SHIGGGYYYY
shigaraki's love language is: quality time & physical touch!
love starved bby has two 😚
He loves sharing his hobbies and favorite activities with you
Like literally nearly dies when you ask to play a video game with him
Even if you're terrible, he might get agitated but in the end he's so happy he gets to share this with you
Or even if you just sit and watch while he explains the whole entire plot of the game to you
That's his FAVORITE shit right there!!!!
He does the same with you
Just sits there and watches "What are you doing?" "oh... Explain it to me?"
Also hasn't really found anyone that isn't scared shitless to touch him so when you're comfortable enough he loves touching you
Can barely get enough of your skin on his
Sits you in his lap when he's playing games
Constantly giving you lil smooches on your neck and head and cheeks and shoulders and...you get the point
Comes into the bathroom just to hold your hand while you're in the shower
He's a clingy baby but it's just because he's absolutely enthralled and obsessed with you
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iamburdened · 2 months ago
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Someone: are you into older men?
Me, in love with a 106 years old super soldier, a 1000 years old asgardian god and a +7000 years old Eternal: *sigh* that would be an understatement
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bumblesimagines · 2 days ago
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Green Thumb (ALTERNATIVE ENDING)
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Part 2
Request: Yes or No
Oh it feels so good to be writing on a laptop again omg 
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“Can you sign this?” Kate asked, holding up her bow. “Both of you.” She added, glancing between you and Clint with a hopeful smile. You hummed softly, walking towards her and Clint.
“We’re not done yet.”
“Well, when you are, could you sign my bow?” Kate asked again. “You’re kind of like.. my favourtie avenger.” 
“You didn’t get hurt, did you?” You tilted you head, gaze sweeping over her for any visible injuries. Kate shook her head.
“No, no, I’m fine! You should see the other guys.” She chuckled. You tilted your head, snorting softly. An odd girl, that’s for sure.
“We did. Tracksuit mafia.”
“Tracksuit mafia?” You repeated with furrowed brows. Kate laughed, clearing her throat when Clint glanced at her. 
“A little on the nose, don’t you think?” Kate chuckled awkaqrdly. Silence filled the air before she spoke again, gaze flickering between you and Clint.
“You think they’re the ones who killed my moms fiances uncle?” Kate asked softly. 
“Moms fiances uncle?”
“Armond the third.. Of at least seven.”
“Who names their kid that?” You asked quietly. Kate nodded in agreement, huffing softly.
“It’s such a weird name, right?”
“Back on topic.” Clint interuppted, shooting you a look. You cleared your throat, giving him a nod before looking back at Kate.
“We don’t know but, we do need to know if anyone has seen your face or if anyone knows you were the one running around with the outfit.” You tilted your head. Kate shook her head. 
“Nope, I kept the mask on like a pro.” She responded proudly. You and Clint slowly nodded. 
“That’s... That’s good.” You offered a smile, watching her straighten up as her smile widened. Clint glanced down at the suit in his hands.
“The person who wore this suit made a lot of enemies. The Tracksuits are just one of them.”
“That doesn’t sound good.” Kate said quietly, gaze flickering elsewhere for a moment.
“I need you to think for a moment. Are you a hundred percent sure nobody knows you have or wore this suit?” Clint asked, brows raising as he watched Kate. 
“No.”
“I need you to be sure.”
“I am.”
“Certain?”
“Yes.” Kate nodded, glancing at you with a deep frown. Her safety as a citizen was still Clints pirotity, even if he had retired as an Avenger. Kate seemed like she could handle herself but she was young and if outnumbered, she could easily get hurt.
“The Tracksuit Mafia followed you to where I found you. You stop anywhere before that?” 
Another shake. “I just dropped off the dog.” She shrugged lightly. You shut your eyes, sighing softly as someone called her name from outside. 
“And my name’s on the buzzer.”
“Get down!” Clint reached over, one arm wrapping around you and Kate. You ducked as the window shattered from a molotov being tossed inside. 
“(Y/N), fire!” 
“On it!” You stood up, hands raising. The fire rose up, wrapping into a fire ball. You brought the fireball closer to your body, hearing Kate whisper something about you being awesome. Another molotov flew in so you gathered the fire as well, quickly moving up the stairs. Clint joined you, breaking a window just in time to catch another one. You threw the fireball at the mens’ feet, watching some of them catch on fire as Clint threw the molotov.
“Could be considered friendly fire, right?” 
“No time for jokes.” Clint breathed out. An arrow flew by his head, breaking one molotov before it could be thrown. You turned your head, looking at Kate. She gave a smile.
“Told ya.” You flinched when the window broke again, the last molotov breaking and spreading rapidly. You glanced at Clint, watching him shake his head. 
“It’ll take too long. You haven’t had enough practice with fire.” 
“Shit.” You raised your hands, clenching your fish and making the sprinklers go off. 
“My stuff!” 
“Grab the dog and go!” Clint shouted at Kate. Kate sighed, rushing up the stairs to fetch the dog. Clint grabbed your arm, pulling you along to the fire escape. You stepped out, making sure Kate and the dog went first before following them down to the alleyway. 
“Come on.” Clint quickly went down the alleyway, spotting a subway station. You looked back at Kate.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine!” She nodded. “Y-You were amazing though! Like, you just took that fire and woosh!” Kate moved her arms simiarly to how you did it, smiling widely. You chuckled, going down the steps of the subway station.
“So, where are we going?” 
“Getting further away from the people trying to kill you.” Clint responded, glancing at the subway as it arrvied. 
“Right.. and after that?” 
“Gonna need some supplies.” Clint faced Kate, sliding his hands in his pockets. You hoped he wasn’t gonna leave her alone. After all, half of it was his fault.
“Oh, hell yeah. Avengers supplies?”
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“You want a donut?” 
“Is this really it?” Kate asked, looking at Clint as he grabbed some things. You nodded, taking a bite out of your donut. A convience store wasn’t exactly what you were expecting either but it was close and had food.
“Yep. Donut?” You tilted your head. Kate silently nodded, pointing to the one she wanted. You grabbed a napkin, leaning down and grabbing the donut for her. Kate mumbled a thanks, taking a bite out of the donut. 
“So... Are you single?” Kate asked quietly. You slowly chewed, staring at her before glancing at Clint. Clint snorted, continuing to grab things from the shelves. 
“Uhm.. Yeah.” You nodded, looking back at Kate. “I am, yes.”
“Cool, cool.” Kate nodded slowly. You licked your lips, deciding to change the topic. 
“So, Clint, need anything?”
“Yeah, could one of you grab the rubbing alcohol?” Clint motioned to the shelf it was on. You nodded, walking towards the shelf and grabbing it, shoving the last bit of your donut into your mouth. You tossed the napkin away after cleaning your fingers, walking back towards Clint and setting the two bottles down. 
“So, what’s the plan? Go to your secret hideout?” 
“There’s no secret hideout, Kate. Clint sold it after he retired.” You shrugged, following Clint to the checkout line. You glanced down at the dog, giving it a few pets after hearing whines.
“I’ve gotta find a place to stash you. I’ll have to clean up the mess.”
“Stash me?” Kate quirked a brow. 
“He’s old.” You told her with a grin. “Don’t mind him.”
“If I hear you call me old one more time, (Y/N).” Clint glanced back at you, brows raised. Kate giggled, smiling as she looked forward. Clint stepped forward, setting it basket on the counter. 
“And two donuts.” You gave the cashier a smile.
“I actually do know a place like ten blocks away with a bag of money .” Kate said, glancing at you. Clint sighed, paying for everything. You took some of the bags, walking out and letting Kate lead the way to the ‘secret hideout’. 
“So much for vacation, huh?” You heard Clint let out a heavy sigh at your words. You reached the building, watching as Kate looked for a name before pressing all the buttons below. When someone answered, she blabbered until the door buzzed open. 
“Impressive.”
“Don’t encourage her.” Clint mumbled, following her inside. You looked around the building as you headed up the stairs. Kate headed down a hallway, handing you her bow to hold as she got her keys out.
“It’s my aunts place. She’s in Florida for the winter.” Kate explained, unlocking the door and stepping inside. She turned on the lights, releasing the leash and letting the dog explore. You entered the kitchen, looking at all the things on the fridge door. You hummed, setting the bags down and listening to Clint give Kate a rundown on things. 
“We’re gonna head back to your apartment-”
“We?”
“Yes, I’m not speaking french, (Y/N).” Clint finished taking everything out of the bags.
“We’re getting that suit and going back to our family.” Clint said. You nodded, looking at Kate. Hopefully, she’d be okay by herself.
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levithestripper · 12 days ago
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I have no shame, anonymous thingy off, can you pls write for Cam <3 no specifics tbh I just love him
Misc. Romantic Headcanons with Camilo Madrigal
✩ Masterlist! ✩
✩ Warnings: gender-neutral reader ✩
✩ Taglist: @ban-canram ✩
✩ Length: 1.2k || Read on Ao3 ✩
✩ A/N: hey i love you and i love Camisole here you go <3 expect a part 2 soon ✩
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Camilo is singlehandedly the most clingy boyfriend you’ve ever met. He refuses to let go of your hand. Doesn’t matter where you are. You’re holding his hand, and you’re gonna have to deal with it. When Cami has something he wants to show you, he laces your fingers together and pulls you along.
Kisses. Kisses all day, every day, constantly. Nose kisses, forehead kisses, kisses on the back of your hand, kisses up your arm like Gomez from Addams Family. Camilo gets the last one from his father, who does the same thing to Pepa.
Camilo’s love language is physical touch and acts of service. He makes the bed in the morning, makes you breakfast, even does some of your chores for you if he has time. At dinner, he sets a place for you next to him at the dinner table so he has an excuse to a) constantly bump your hand when he passes you stuff, and b) so he can easily press his leg against yours underneath the table.
He lets you wear his ruana!!!! He sees you shivering one day when you forgot to bring a jacket, so he slips his off and puts it on you. Cami wraps you up like a lil’ burrito <3 He also uses it as an excuse to hug you from behind.
One day, Cami finally convinces you to have a sleepover with him, so he plans the entire day with cute, couple-y things to do. The day begins with breakfast with his family, then right after he speeds through his chores, he takes you on a walk through the forests surrounding Encanto. Camilo leads you to a secluded spot where he had an entire picnic already set up, a wicker basket chock full of his tía Juliet’s arepas, empanadas, and other various snack foods she decided to pack for you two.
While you were eating, Cam notices that you had gotten food on your face; so being the little romantic devil that he is, instead of simply telling you about it, he kisses it off of your cheek. He loves how flustered you get when he does it <3
The rest of the day consists of Cami dragging you around town shopping and watching people perform in the town square. When the sun starts to set, Cam brings you back to Casita, where Isabella was waiting for him with a smirk on her face.
“You having fun, loverboy?” she teases him.
“Isa, shut the fUCK UP—”
When you actually do get to the sleepover part of your day, Camilo is all over you once he gets you inside his room. If you think he’s glued to your hip when you’re out in public together, you won’t believe how glued to you he is in private. Cam’s hands cup your cheeks when he kisses you, the pads of his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He doesn’t go past aggressive make-out sessions, however. Mostly because he doesn’t want to rush the relationship, not wanting to push your boundaries.
Camilo is so lovesick, it’s disgusting. He literally looks like a cartoon character with heart eyes. When he hasn’t seen you in a while, he pushes the food around on his plate because he’s too caught up in his own head thinking about you. Abuela thought he was sick, so she asked Julieta to cook him something but, Dolores spills the beans about his crush on you.
Now, the whole family is invested in Camilo’s crush/relationship with you. Even Casita is in on it. Whenever you come over, Casita moves the tiles so you’re now standing directly in front of Cami. Like, nose to nose, can feel his breath on your skin, kind of close. It makes Cami super duper flustered, which is a wonderful bonus. Whenever Casita does it, you simply kiss Camilo on the nose and smile at him.
Dolores tells you all about Camilo, even things he thought no one knew about. Like how his heart beats really fast when you’re around, or how his palms get really sweaty when he’s waiting for you to arrive. Or how he paces around his room at night when he’s nervous.
Dolores loves to tease her younger brother about you, elbowing him in the side with a knowing smirk. At dinners, she’ll purposely bring up embarrassing things that Cami’s done, just to see him grow flustered and hide behind his hands, pulling his hair down in front of his eyes. Specifically, embarrassing things that he’s done because you were around. One time, he saw you shopping on your own in town and he stared at you instead of looking where he was going. He ran right into a wall, causing his gift to glitch, making him look fish-eyed.
Camilo loves to entertain you with his gift! He enjoys shapeshifting into people and putting on little skits to make you laugh.
“Hey, mi vida?” he asks, his head cocked to one side.
“Yeah?”
“Who’s your favorite person?”
You didn’t even have to think about it before replying, the answer obvious. “My favorite person is you, silly.”
Cami asked you who your favorite person was so he could shift into them to use them in a skit, so he wasn’t expecting you to reply with such a sweet answer. It made him feel all soft and mushy on the inside, almost as if he was going to melt into a puddle right then and there. Camilo moves to sit on your lap, his arms wrapping around your neck. “Mmm, cariño,” he groans, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Te amo tanto, mi vida.”
He’s so genuinely in love with you it’s not even funny. In the big foyer of Casita, he’ll teach you how to dance if you don’t already know how. Even if you do know how to dance, he’ll show you new moves he’s made up recently, or he’ll just opt to sway around with you like a slow dance. Camilo stares at you unabashedly when you’re looking down at your feet as you try to match his footsteps, only looking away when you catch him staring. Once you get the hang of it, Cami’ll spin then dip you, allowing him to smirk and kiss you like the romantic he is.
It’s always either early in the morning before everyone else is awake, or later at night when the sun is setting when he dances with you. He chooses those times specifically since he loves the way the rising/setting sun washes over your pretty features. And it’s typically when most of his family is out of the house, giving you two some alone time together outside of his room.
Camilo will fall asleep in your lap sometimes when you two’re snuggling together. At first, it starts off with him resting his head on your shoulder before it eventually evolves into him sliding down enough for his head to fall into your lap. You always run your hands through his soft, curly, golden-brown hair. Whenever you do, a smile appears on his face, even when he’s sound asleep. You keep a hand free, so you’re able to trace the soft curves of his face, the pads of your fingers running back and forth over the bridge of his nose and over his eyebrows.
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noteguk · 6 months ago
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white lies | jjk | m
— summary; in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you. 
— contents and warnings; smut, fluff, very minor angst, poor attempts at humor, athlete!jungkook x reader, childhood best friends, fake dating, idiots to lovers, far too many movie references, a tiny bit of jealousy, jk is a football/soccer player, mentions of alcohol and drugs, the catastrophic event that is a frat party, jk is kind of a himbo, so much sexual tension, mutual pining, a lot of touching, dirty talk, fingering, grinding, jk has a big dick, praise, body worship if you squint, unprotected sex (don’t.), pulling out, very mild possessiveness, mid-sex confessions, the L word…, Jungkook wants to fuck you in his team jacket because his tastes are very singular and you wouldn’t understand it 
— words; 13,3k
— author’s notes; I know what you’re thinking… and yes, every bad movie mentioned is real. Also, this is a self-aware cliche and 100% self indulgent. Have fun!
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When people first found out that you and Jungkook were friends, you received a very predictable, repetitive sequence of reactions.
First came disbelief. It was the most comprehensible one, at least from your perspective, taking into consideration that you and Jungkook were completely different people. He was loud (sometimes too loud) and outgoing, probably knew at least ninety percent of the campus population by name and city of origin. Jungkook was warm, friendly, the type of guy that you’d confess all your worries to if given enough time. You, on the other hand, was more on the “colder” side — you weren’t as inviting with strangers, and didn't mind going through moments of awkward silence. Jungkook was a talker and you were a listener; he was a daydreamer and you were a brute realist: maybe that was why your friendship worked so well. But most people couldn’t really get it. 
Second came the questions — the doubts, the sideway glances, even a few bitter comments if you were unlucky enough. Jungkook had kind of a reputation when it came to sleeping around, so most people jumped to the conclusion that either you were his favorite plaything (which might have been the most offensive thing you’ve ever heard) or that you were simply the rare one he had friendzoned because he didn’t want to fuck you (a big runner-up to that prize). Eventually, though, you settled their anguishes simply by saying that you knew each other ever since you were kids. 
Which took you to the final phase: relief and acceptance. The ones who saw you as a threat instantly relaxed, and the ones who couldn’t understand why he would “waste his time” with “someone like you” quickly understood that it was a deep, innocent connection that he was just “too sweet to let go.” Obviously, that didn’t make you feel any better. 
Truth was, it was kind of hard being friends with Jungkook. Mostly because the boy casted a light so strong that it was almost impossible not to stay in his shadow, but also because you always felt like you had to justify your existence every time he chose you instead of anyone else. You were the person he ran to hug once his team won; you were the one he ditched other people for, just to hang out with you. It made you insecure. And, yeah, there was also the fact that you had been madly in love with him for some time now, but that was unimportant. 
Well, until he asked you to be his (fake) girlfriend, that was. 
Jungkook, bless his heart, was never one of the brightest when it came to real-life situations. He could ace a test with no issue, but, when it came to reading the room, he was a lost cause — something a bit paradoxical when you realized how social he was, but, well, people probably thought his cluelessness was adorable. And that might also be the reason why he never caught onto your pathetic crush, but that was a different topic. 
“Why the fuck would I do something like that?” You munched on your chips, eyes flickering over the TV screen. The two of you had made the terrible decision to hatewatch all the bad shark-themed movies you could find, and now you were suffering the brain-smoothing consequences. “Sounds like the dumbest plan in the world. And I don’t understand what you’d get out of that.” 
He whined, throwing his head back against the couch. Jungkook had been trying to convince you for half a movie now, and he was running out of arguments. “I told you already,” he stressed, eyes locked to the white ceiling. With the living room completely immersed in shadows, the shades of blue and yellow from the television reflected off his face like a prism. “The boys have been teasing me because I could never hold a date.” 
“And? That’s your problem.” You looked at him, meeting his desperate stare. “And, honestly, why did you even lie about it? It’s true, you know it.” 
“You’re cruel.” Jungkook tugged the bag of chips off your hands, ignoring your complaints. “I have my reasons.” 
You laughed. “Yeah, what is it again? Waiting for the right person?” You teased, watching as his frown only deepened, his cheeks puffed out as he angrily chewed. “Come on, Cinderella, snap out of that fairy tale. Have you stopped to think how many nice girls you let go because of that stupid mindset?”
“It’s not stupid,” he murmured, clearly irritated. 
With a sigh, you shrugged. “Fine. It’s not.” You yanked the bag of chips away from him, slightly sad that it was almost finished. Unfortunately, your marathon had made you eat a lot more junk food than your body could probably handle, but that was a problem for the future you. Present you really wanted more chips. “I’m just bitter.” 
“We can agree on that.” He smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes that prepared you for the worst. “What was it that those guys called you in high school?”
You pointed at him. “Don’t,” you warned. 
But his smirk only grew, morphing into a full-blown (dazzling) smile. “Ice queen?” Jungkook tried. 
You rolled your eyes, sinking into the couch. “It’s a dumb nickname, shut up,” you groaned, trying to focus on the shitstorm that unreveled on the television. There was a priest trying to exorcise the ghost of a demon shark, and that was a thousand times more interesting than recalling the nightmare that was high school. “It got even worse when Frozen came out.” 
“Still gets to you, though.” Jungkook poked you on the shoulder, allowing himself one last laugh at your distress before striking once again. “So… wanna help me?” 
Yeah, like that would have magically changed, you thought. “I already said no.”
Jungkook leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his palms. He was in anguish, but you couldn’t feel that sorry when he had caused that himself. “But I already told them we were dating,” he whined, defeated. 
“Again, sounds like a you problem,” you said, throwing the empty bag of chips on the coffee table. “Just say that you panicked and made some shit up. Own up to it, you’re already a grown up.” 
Jungkook shook his head. “I can’t, they’ll never believe me again.” 
You sighed, crossing your arms. “Dragging this out won’t make it any better. You should tell them the truth,” you said, pausing for an instant. “Actually, I can’t see this ending well in, like, any possible scenario. Even Doctor Strange had better odds in Infinity War.” 
The fact that you liked Jungkook was the key point that he didn’t have access to, but that was very clear inside your head. Even in the best possible outcome, in which no one doubted a single thing and everything magically went back to normal, you’d still have to live with that weight inside your chest. Sounds pretty fucking painful to pretend to be someone’s girlfriend when you were almost considering selling your soul to turn that into a real situation. And then to be done with it like it wasn’t nothing more than a business transaction, or a platonic favor for a good friend... that would just suck, to put it lightly. 
Sadly, Jungkook wouldn’t give up so easily. “What if we, like, only do it tomorrow night?” He pressed on, turning to take a better look at you. He always looked so breathtaking, his gorgeous big eyes just staring at you like a cute dog pleading for a piece of meat. You could sense yourself starting to fold, and that was always a bad sign. “Just for a few of my friends to see us together, show that it’s the truth, and then I can just say that we didn’t work out and decided to stay friends.” 
“But it’s not the truth,” you stressed, turning your head back to the television. You were starting to get pissed at the fact that you’d have to watch that movie again to try and make sense of what was happening. But you were also sad because you were both considering his request and suffering in advance because of its unavoidable consequences. “I don’t wanna be just another name in your list of conquests, Jungkook.”
Correction: you didn’t want to pretend to be one. You were fine with trying something out (for real) with Jungkook, even if you didn’t get a fairy tale ending. You just didn’t want to play with your own emotions — and probably induce some emotional trauma — because your best friend couldn’t own up to the fact that he lied about something (again). 
And, yet, it was getting to you. Just like a vipers’ venom, it had started to spread inside your body, corroding the walls you had built up for yourself. Your therapist would rip you to shreds if she knew you were thinking like that, but maybe ignoring the only chance you’d have with Jungkook — real or not — would be the foolish decision there. 
Besides, it couldn’t be that bad, could it? You could push your pride aside and help a friend during a time of need… and who knows, maybe get a couple kisses along the way? And just for one night? You could do that… 
Back in the present, Jungkook was just now digesting your previous claim. “What? You’d never be just that,” he guaranteed, an expression of bewilderment plastered all over his obnoxiously handsome face. Every day was a new test from God, and you were failing miserably. “You’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you.” 
Ouch. That was a low hit. And worse? You knew that he didn’t say that with any malicious intent to manipulate you or anything — he genuinely meant it. Jungkook was such a sweetheart when it came to you, he’d stay up to help you with your projects; volunteer to take you out on an adventure when you were feeling down, even if he had to face the consequences of skipping practice later. He had done so much for you, and you couldn’t even push your feelings aside one time to help him out. 
Your high school insecurities were starting to erupt, and you were thinking that maybe those dumb nicknames were right. Maybe you were kind of a cold-hearted bitch. Especially when your best friend/love of your life was pouting and begging you to help him and all you could do was to mock him. 
Beside you, Jungkook deflated like the saddest balloon in the world, a long sigh leaving his lips. “You know what? You’re right, this is stupid,” he admitted, running one hand through his hair. You always wanted to do the same, it was so soft and puffy that you could get lost in it. Also, there was something about the tattoos on his arms, the veins of his hand, that just made you lose your mind. “I should just own up to it.” 
Took you a couple seconds for your rational brain to catch up to your horny one, but it eventually did. “It’s okay, I’ll do it,” you told him. “Just one night.”
“Really?” Jungkook’s eyes widened like a kid’s during Christmas morning, a beautiful smile overtaking his features. He jumped in your direction and, before you could even react, his strong arms were wrapping around you, pulling you into a warm hug. You were so fucked. “You’re the best! I owe you big time.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll remember that.” You placed your hand on his forehead and pushed him away, ignoring both his whiny complaints and the quickening of your heartbeat. “Now back to our shark exorcism.” 
Jungkook’s teammates didn’t get why the two of you were still friends. 
As Jimin, the world’s most competitive striker once said, some things are so obvious that you just can’t ignore them unless you have a secret agenda. When it came to that specific subject, the obvious thing would be that Jungkook had an earth-shattering crush on you, and his secret agenda was the fact that he was too blind to see that it was mutual, so he decided to repress it until it asphyxiated him. 
His teammates tried to warn him over and over again that you, in fact, were all heart eyes and chuckles when he came around, Namjoon even got close to creating an entire PowerPoint presentation about it, but all of it fell on deaf ears. Jungkook, in his blissful ignorance, just wouldn’t hear it. From where he was standing, there was just no conceivable way that his laughable childhood crush had any chance of being mutual. 
Jungkook didn’t know much about psychology, though, because, if he did, he might have faced those emotions head-first instead of avoiding them until they started presenting themselves in different, slightly destructive ways. When you repress something, it doesn’t really go away, it just settles somewhere else, like squeezing a handful of slime. No matter how much he tried to get a hold of it, it still slipped between his fingers — made him cancel dates last minute to spend the night with you, convinced him to do the dumbest things just to make you happy. 
And, now, in a weird projection of a personal fantasy, he was pretending to be your boyfriend. 
In his defense, it wasn’t a machiavellian plan he had meticulously constructed: it just kind of happened. Jungkook wasn’t exactly a poster child when it came to being teased — after all, he was used to be being the best at practically everything — and, when his teammates all ganged up on him during their break, claiming that he just couldn’t get a girlfriend even if he tried, both his annoyance and the practice-induced exhaustion made him say that he was already dating someone. 
“Yeah, right,” Hoseok had mocked, pressing a towel against his sweaty forehead. The changing room thankfully had a great ventilation system, combined with large windows, otherwise they would’ve died from the heat and the smell already. “Just say that you can’t take a joke and move on, Jeon. No need to lie about it.” 
Taehyung barged in before Jungkook could get a word out. “Besides, we know there’s only one person that can fit inside your heart,” he said, watching as Jungkook’s eye twitched. “How’s ___ doing, by the way?” 
“She’s fine,” he answered, monotone. 
“Yeah? Are you gonna ask her out or what?” Jimin teased, his voice coming from beyond a row of lockers. “Or are we free to do that?” 
In typical animal planet fashion, the locker room exploded in a roar of laughs and fragmented provocations, every guy trying to speak louder than the other. Jungkook felt himself shrink, his frown deepening as his heartbeat quickened. There was something burning at his insides, a mixture of shame and jealousy, and that was exactly what pushed those idiotic words out of his mouth. 
“Actually,” he started speaking when the thunderous laughter diminished, turning around to place his bag back in his locker. “I’m dating ___.” 
It was almost amazing how fast the room morphed into a crypt — the thick silence hitting Jungkook right in the face, weighing down and turning into guilt and worry inside his stomach. He was unable to look back and face his friends, instead pretending to be extremely interested in his bag’s zipper. 
Why did he always do that? Why couldn’t he tell the truth for once in his life? 
“That seems even harder to believe,” Taehyung was the first one to speak, the one brave soul that verbalized what they all were thinking. Simply as that, life returned to the locker room, and so did the sounds of his teammates laughing at him. “Just yesterday you were acting all nervous around her.” 
Jungkook slammed his locker door shut, turning around with a determined expression. “Well, yeah, because I was planning to ask her to be my girlfriend,” he had never constructed a lie so fast before, but, even then, Taehyung didn’t look like he was buying it. “I’m serious.” 
Which was probably the least trust-worthy thing he could say. 
“Prove it, then.” Hoseok smiled, crossing his arms. “Call her right now.”
“I’ll do you better,” Jungkook didn’t hesitate — a terrible sign, he realized one heartbeat too late; it was never good when his mouth decided to take the lead, allowing for the words to flow out of him before they could be filtered by his logical brain. But Jungkook was competitive, both in the field and in his personal life, and he couldn’t stand the humiliation that came from both losing an argument and being caught in a lie. As ironic as that was. “I’ll take her to Saturday’s party and you can all see it with your own eyes.” 
Jungkook was just buying himself some time, hoping that his charms would be enough to sweep you into his miraculous scheme before his teammates could realize something was off. Hoseok, of course, did not know that, but his expression showed that he wasn’t all too convinced either. “Sounds great,” he lowered his voice, looking at his friend up and down. “See you there, Jeon.” 
Jungkook left the locker room with a crown of victory hovering over his head and a bright, prideful smile — one which shrunk and shrunk as his day progressed and he realized that there was no way in hell that you’d accept to be swept into his personal melodrama. 
He had enough time between that conversation and the night at your place to go through all the stages of grief. In denial he found himself running from those cyclical thoughts, ignoring that it had happened in the first place — maybe it was all a big misunderstanding and his friends would let that situation go; maybe he didn’t have to sacrifice his friendship with you just to avoid being wrong about something. In anger, came anxiety, frustration at himself for being so dumb and impulsive, allowing for his ego to step in the way and shield him from reason. That one he suffocated with extra gym time and a consequential terrible cramp in his shoulder. 
Soon enough came bargain and Jungkook was thinking that, if he were to be very lucky, he could convince his friends that you happened to be way too sick to go to the party that night, and that, weirdly enough, you two broke up the very next day and you didn’t want to talk about it ever. Maybe he could go through all that in secret, use all his brain power to construct an elaborate, moviesque plan to get him out of the ditch he had dug himself and no one would ever know of his dirty lies. 
It was all for nothing, however — the depression stage materialized soon after, in the middle of his advanced calculus class, and Jungkook was practically imploding over the fact that he had managed to ruin everything between you two, and also between him and the rest of his team. That was it: not only would he lose his best friend (and perhaps the love of his life) but he would also lose trust and respect in the field. 
Acceptance only reached him when Jungkook was on his way to your place, and he came to terms with the idea that he was already in deep shit, so he should at least try and change that. He would ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a bit — even if he was positive you’d laugh until you were out of breath and never let him forget about it — under the possibility that perhaps, you’d say yes. 
Which, surprisingly, you did. 
Now, Jungkook wasn’t particularly emotional when it came to most things — even in the field, he managed to control that side of him well — but there was something intense bubbling up in his stomach as he made his way back to his dorm after the movie was over; a laugh that hung somewhere between maniacal and desperate that he couldn’t hold back. That could be bad, really bad. Especially considering that he didn’t have the slightest clue how he would hold himself back from just vomiting out a fervent love confession the second that you kissed him. 
Because that was supposed to happen, right? In a relationship, pretend one or not, people should kiss. He should act like your boyfriend, perhaps a fantasy that he had way too often, and still spare enough brain matter to remind himself that it was all fake. And that it was also all his fault. 
As established, Jungkook was the president of the company of putting himself in extremely uncomfortable situations. And, when the night of the party arrived, he decided to screw himself even further by lending you his team jacket. 
It was because it was cold, he tried to brainwash himself. It was because you were cold, because the night was cold, and not because he liked the view of you in it in the slightest. Or maybe because it was a bomb pumping his thorax full of pride and possessiveness; because it was making him believe, even for a second, that you two were part of a chimerical alternative universe in which you were together. Not at all. It was strictly business — the neighborly job of a worried best friend, at most. 
“Is this really necessary?” you spoke his doubts out loud, tugging at the sides of his large jacket. 
Jungkook managed to keep his cool, eyes darting around the peaceful streets. You two were close to the party, he could already listen to the repetitive beat echoing through the cool breeze, and every step he took amplified his anticipation by tenfold. “It speaks for itself,” he told you, his hand firm on your waist. You were wearing a sleeveless top and a skirt in the same color, and there was a stripe of exposed skin in between the two that Jungkook’s hand brushed against sometimes. He felt like he was a virgin again, hyper-aware of your body and completely unsure what to do with himself. “Besides, you look good wearing it.”
You rolled your eyes. “I look stupid.”
Jungkook glimpsed at you, a sleazy smile growing on his lips. “You look like my girlfriend.”
You snorted. “Oh, so I look super stupid,” you corrected, looking away. 
“Funny,” Jungkook answered, monotone. His smile melted away — there was no way in hell it was mutual, he thought, his friends were just fucking him over, trying to see him embarrass himself. “I hope you act better than you tell jokes.” 
“It’s probably as good as the effects in Birdemic,” you said. 
Jungkook shook his head — he had conflicting emotions when it came to that movie, considering that it was so awful that he laughed to the point of choking on his popcorn. You, being the empathic friend you were, brought up his near-death experience as often as you could. “At least that movie was funny, your poor acting will just be sad,” he threw back. 
“Thanks.” You giggled, making his heart leap inside his chest. Jungkook wanted to beat his head against the asphalt until that shy spirit of his middle school past left his body completely. “I’ll let you do the talking.” 
Jungkook nodded, allowing his gaze to navigate around the neighborhood — there were a handful of strangers in the streets with the two of you, but it was a shortcut to the frat house that not many people knew of. It brought along a peculiar sentiment of intimacy; the way your features were covered by the pale yellow of the light poles making him want to dive in and kiss you until he couldn’t even breathe. The realization that he could actually do that, under the excuse of a fake relationship, was one that almost knocked him out. 
“Just to be sure, by the way,” Jungkook started. “You’re okay with me, like, touching you like you were my girlfriend, right?”
You looked at him for a moment, measuring his expression. “Yeah, that’s part of it,” you told him. “I’m guessing you are okay with it as well?” 
“Fine by me.” Jungkook cleared his throat. The frat was literally just around the corner, buzzing into the night with a generic beat and the joyful yelps of hundreds of strangers. He usually enjoyed that cacophony of sounds, but, that time, it was like the screams from hell. “Just a couple hours, okay? Then you’re free.” 
“It’s fine,” you told him. “How bad can it be?” 
Short answer: bad. Long answer: bad, but with a twist. 
Jungkook looked around the party like he was a kid lost in the supermarket, his eyebrows furrowed as he searched for his teammates (which that whole spectacle was supposed to be for). You felt like a piece of a puzzle thrown in the wrong box, leaning against his toned body as he tried to think of what to do. 
“So…” You cleared your throat, trying to make yourself heard through the loud beating of the song. Jungkook followed your voice, leaning in closer. Maybe your heart skipped at that, but no one had to know. “What’s the plan, captain?”
Jungkook clicked his tongue. You two were leaning against one of the walls of the large living room, in a somewhat calm corner of the party. “I don’t know, I’m not feeling like being interrogated right now,” he said. “I think it’s better if we wait for the guys to get a bit more drunk so they don't think too much about it.” He sighed, looking around for a bit longer. “We could stay here for a while, just sit down and talk. What do you think?”
“Sounds good.” You breathed out. “I’m taking any chance to rest my feet at this point.” 
The ancient gods of the frat parties seemed to be on your side, because it didn’t take much longer than a couple minutes to find a sofa that 1) was unoccupied and 2) didn’t look like it had any suspicious fluids on it. You settled by Jungkook’s side, a breath of relief escaping your chest as you felt the pressure on your calves subside considerably — all you wanted was to go back in time and kill whoever thought high heels were a good idea. 
However, you relaxed way too early. 
You had to hold back a surprised gasp when Jungkook abruptly tugged your legs onto his lap, one hand finding the curvature of your waist instantly. 
“This feels... intimate,” your voice sounded stiff when you spoke up, pushing your skirt down. 
“Yeah, that’s the point.” His eyes roamed around the room for exactly two seconds before they widened just slightly, then snapped back at you. “Okay, two things.” Jungkook placed one arm on the couch behind you, murmuring as he leaned in. He had that scheming expression on his face that had been plaguing you ever since middle school, when he first discovered pranks, and you didn’t think that was a good sign. “First: Yoongi, Jin and Namjoon are here, and they’re looking— shh, don’t look! Dumbass.” 
“Sorry. You’re the dumbass,” you said. It was hard not to look when you felt as if you were under a microscope, watched closely by his meat-headed friends. Still, you tried to keep your composure. “And the second?” 
He exhaled, the hand that was on your waist traveling to touch your cheek. You wondered if he could feel how hot your skin had become. “It’s kind of the time that you have to commit to being my fake girlfriend,” Jungkook warned, stare oscillating towards your mouth. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” 
Suddenly, you felt like you were right back in high school, about to have your first kiss and not having a single clue about how to do it. “O-Okay,” you whispered. 
Jungkook didn’t waste any time. Before you could think about something to try and break the ice, his mouth was on yours, silencing you and turning your thoughts into white noise. He kissed you softly, much slower than you had expected, giving you time to adapt to the tender movement of his lips caressing yours. 
You sighed, gradually remembering how to move your limbs. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders as he leaned his head to the side, opening his mouth just slightly and deepening the kiss. No matter how many times you had fantasized about that moment, it could never compare to the way his tongue slipped inside your mouth, nor the small grunt he let out against your lips. Kissing Jungkook felt like heaven and you had completely forgotten about your fake dating situation until he decided to pull back just a bit. 
“Fuck, you’re a good kisser,” he mumbled, nose bumping against yours. 
You let out a breathy laugh. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
“I’m not surprised.” His hand slithered down to your hips, his warm palm sending shockwaves through your body. You felt like you were in danger from the way he was speaking, his body moving closer to yours. “I knew you would be.” 
Jungkook didn’t even give you time to process his words before he was kissing you again — sloppier, hungrier this time. Again and again, he chose to throw gasoline into the flame of your desire, and what could you do but to melt under his touches, to kiss him just as eagerly. 
Faithlessly, you were trying to convince yourself that it was all an act, that he was just playing it up because he knew his friends were watching. But his hand just felt so firm on your hips, pulling you closer as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, fingers digging into the soft sea of his hair. It seemed so real when he moaned softly against your mouth, biting on your lower lip before tracing kisses down your jaw, towards your neck. 
Or maybe you were just so deep inside your own illusions that you didn’t want to believe that it was all for show. 
Your eyes parted just slightly, trying to find his friends amongst the crowd of strangers. It was extremely hard to think when Jungkook was sucking and licking his way down your neck, his hand squeezing your thighs. Apparently they were nowhere in sight, though, for those obviously bright orange jackets had left your field of vision. 
“Jungkook,” you called, surprised at how firm your voice came out. The boy only hummed against your flesh, not paying much attention to what you were saying. “I think they already left.” 
Still, it didn’t seem like he was willing to stop. Jungkook mumbled against your neck, his voice so low that you almost didn’t catch his words past the loud music. “Yeah, but someone else can be watching.” 
You didn’t know who, though, and you didn’t really care. You were more worried about the small bites he was placing on your skin, the soft sucking of his mouth that left you pressing your legs together, begging for relief. “Um, okay, but there’s a minor emergency,” you told him. 
That managed to get his attention, for the boy pulled back so he could look at you. “What is it?” He asked, worried. 
You shifted around on the couch, your legs still thrown over his lap. You noticed something hard poking against your skin, which gave you enough momentum to admit out loud that, “I’m, like, soaking wet right now,” you said. “My neck is super sensitive and I’m really trying to hold back here.” 
Jungkook froze, blinking a few times and your words settled in his mind. He would never understand how you could be so shy in one second, and then just throw that bomb on his lap like it wouldn’t make his dick rock hard in record time. “Fuck, how can you just say that so naturally?” He cursed. 
“Sorry.” You bit your lip. Jungkook had to fight the urge to kiss you again. “I’m just being honest.” 
How ironic was it that, while Jungkook lied his way through life, you had no problem throwing those random truths right at his face? The opposites do attract, after all. 
He cleared his throat, unsure if he should pull away or not. “Want me to stop?” 
“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I think this is getting weird.” 
Maybe it would be the perfect time for the world to just open up and eat him whole, considering that Jungkook had never felt so embarrassed in his life. “Weird how?” He asked. 
“Weird like… weird.” Self-expression under moments of extreme sexual pressure really wasn’t your forte. You broke eye contact, flustered, instead choosing to look at the cluttered coffee table by your side. Jungkook’s hand was still on your body and you liked his touch far too much for your own well-being. “Maybe it would be better if we just went home.” 
“Right now?” Jungkook whined. Sometimes he still acted like the kid you knew, all puffy cheeks and demands for attention; for things to happen the way he wanted. You, being the simp that you were, were his number one enabler. “One more hour, please? We’ve been here for so little time, I just wanna cover all my bases.” 
His pouty lips and needy voice was a Molotov cocktail thrown directly in your heart. “Fine.” You puffed out. 
“Thank you!” Jungkook beamed, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. The action was so automatic, so unthought, that neither of you reacted to it for a second. “Um… why do you say we try the backyard? Jimin said he’d try some new barbecue technique or whatever, so maybe they’re outside.” 
“And after that we leave?” You asked. He nodded. “And you do the talking?” 
“I’ll try my best,” Jungkook agreed.
You sighed. “Okay. I need some fresh air anyways.” 
Back in middle school, you had a very eccentric world history teacher. You clearly remember one afternoon that she simply walked in and asked the class what was the worst type of torturing they could ever imagine a human could endure — which ended up being a great opening line to a very interesting class about the medieval times and the ways of the inquisition, but also something that plagued you for a long time. That night, when you returned home, you dove into the rabbit hole about the topic and (much to the horror of your parents) discovered a thing or two about torture methods. 
The key point, it seemed, wasn’t even about the actual physical act, but about the horrendous expectation that came from it. Psychological torture could break a person apart before someone even laid a finger on them. You knew that already, but you had never truly witnessed it until that night. 
“Well, guess I have to take back what I said,” Hoseok started, his speech slightly slurred by the alcohol. Jungkook was right, they were a lot less intense after a few drinks, and apparently weren’t questioning a lot either. “I didn’t think you two would ever end up together after so many years of bullshit, but here we are.”
“Cheers to that, brother,” Jimin barged in, raising his cup. 
Jungkook chuckled behind you. “You guys have no fucking faith in me.” 
As a typical former theater kid, you were naturally dramatic. But you weren’t kidding when you said that pretending to be Jungkook’s girlfriend might be a newfound method of psychological torture — especially when he made you sit on his lap, his head resting on your shoulder and strong arms wrapped tightly around you. It was because there were no more chairs left in the backyard, and he wanted to play the gentleman/possessive boyfriend and didn’t allow you to stand up. But justificatives were fruitless when you could feel him getting harder by the minute. 
“It’s not about faith, you just fucked me up,” Taehyung said. He was the least inebriated one out of the group, but that didn’t mean much. “I owe Yoongi like fifty bucks now, thanks, man.” 
Jungkook was probably going to say something equally ludicrous in return, but your  curiosity made you act quicker. “Why?” You asked. 
Taehyung clicked his tongue, leaning back against his chair — it was the type that folded in half, and you were thinking he would flip over any second now if he continued with those harsh movements. “Ah. No biggie. He was one of the few people who believed your boyfriend here when he said you two were together.” 
You giggled, trying to keep yourself composed. Unlike Jungkook, you were not very skilled when it came to making up lies at the spot, so you ended up deflecting a little. “Yeah, it was a bit… sudden. So I understand the surprise.” 
Hoseok yawned, throwing his head back. “Nah, not really a surprise.”
You blinked. “What do you mean?”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes, shifting a little behind you. You felt him tense up, which probably wasn’t a good sign. “Yeah, what do you mean?” He echoed. 
“I mean… that it wasn’t a surprise,” Hoseok repeated, raising his eyebrows in a quiet mockery, as if you had just questioned the color of the sky. “Yoongi was sure Jungkook had finally gotten the balls to confess to you. I, myself, didn’t think it was that likely.” 
Wait, what? Suddenly you felt like you were the one being lied to, and all of them were in it together, building this huge prank around that story just to humiliate you. There was no way Hoseok was serious about that, not when the booze was probably melting his brain. 
Before you could continue to think about that, however, Jungkook spoke up. “Man, you guys suck.” He laughed. “I told you I’d do it someday and you never believed it.” 
Ah. That was it. Jungkook had lied about it just like he had done countless times in the past. 
You deflated a little, a sting of pain inside your chest as the conversation continued to unravel around you. Right then and there, you felt like the stupidest person alive, with no right to complain about the consequences you knew would come from that idea. Even if you had almost convinced yourself otherwise, what probably happened was that Jungkook got cornered some time in the past about some other girl, and ended up telling his friends that he liked you instead, just to get out of that situation. Like some of his lies, it snowballed, and it took you to where you two were now. 
It was hard not to feel hurt, even if you still believed you were a bit at fault for agreeing to his moronic plan. You knew you’d end up like this, suffering over someone who didn’t see you the same way, and you still fell headfirst into that trap. Maybe you were the bad guy in that situation, maybe you were the creepy one for taking advantage of his situation just to feel his body against yours, just to kiss him and pretend that it was all true. Maybe you had no room to judge. 
If you concentrated really hard, you could probably pinpoint the exact moment in which you realized that you were head over heels for your best friend. It wasn’t as glamorous as you’d like, just a dirty thought catalyzed by your teen hormones that unleashed an avalanche — it had happened back in the dark, desolate lands of high school, when you were cheering for Jungkook during one of his games. It was an important one, from what you could remember, his brain buzzing with the tension of his senior year and the promise of a fantastic victory. As always, you were there for him: front row, face painted with the colors of your high school, and cheering him on. 
He smiled at you, like he always did, but there was something odd about it. Like a lightning crossing the sky, one simple (yet fatal) intrusive thought popped up inside your head: he’s hot. 
It was all downhill from there. As much as you tried to wave those ideas away, they kept growing and multiplying, finding new ways to justify themselves — not only was Jungkook hot, suddenly, but you also realized that he would be an amazing boyfriend. He was sweet, kind, funny, determined, a bit ditzy sometimes but nothing you couldn’t deal with. He heard you complain about your problems when needed, but also felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you. There were so many shared interests between you two that you were positive that you could talk forever and never run out of topics to discuss. Jungkook was a walking minefield and you just stepped right on it. 
And there you were, stumbling your way down into hell as your lives progressed, and Jungkook got into the same college as you. As predicted, he quickly grew to be the campus’ new star player: a great attacking midfielder, with the number 10 plastered on his shirt and a heart-stopping smile on his face. How on earth could you fight that temptation? It was like a re-enactment of Eve and the snake in the garden of eden. Only the snake had amazing thunder thighs that looked even better with his team’s shorts. 
You always asked yourself if Jungkook knew what he was doing when he used his shirt to dry the sweat on his forehead, leaving his glistening abs in full display; or maybe when he hugged and swirled you around after they won a game. Part of you wanted to believe that he liked you back, even if you couldn’t really see it. Most of you believed that he was just his personality and nothing else. 
“Hey,” he breathed out, voice husky against your ear. You thanked his oversized jacket for concealing the goosebumps on your arms. “You good?” 
Just on the brink of a meltdown, no biggie. “Yeah, I’m okay.” 
He hummed, nuzzling his face against your neck. “Just a little bit longer, alright?” He placed a tiny kiss there, but it was powerful enough to make you whimper quietly. No one seemed to notice, but you didn’t know why Jungkook did that when you had just told him that your neck was sensitive. “They seem convinced.” 
Maybe “they” should have you included as well, because you had to actively remind yourself that you two were just acting, that he didn’t see you that way. Nevermind the pool of wetness between your legs, nevermind the way your body was on edge with his strong arms pulling you closer; his chiseled abs pressed tightly against your back. Nevermind Jungkook’s sweet smell or the gentle touches of his lips against your skin. It was all fake, dollar store material. It was just a matter of time before your ride became a pumpkin and the dream was over. 
At the same time, you could tell that Jungkook was being affected as well — you could feel the outline of his hard cock poking against your ass when you pressed down on his lap; noticed the tense movements of his arms as they held onto your body. And when Jungkook spoke, with his head placed on your shoulder and a solemn expression on his face, you could tell that he got just a bit choked up every time you shifted around, brushing your ass against his erection. 
The human brain is amazing when it comes to searching for any reason to prove our own theories, however, and that was why you weren’t taking any of those signs seriously — cognitive bias was a thing, and you weren’t falling for its tricks. If there are people out there that believe that the earth is flat, even with a ridiculous amount of evidence against it, you couldn’t trust yourself in believing that you had enough proof to think that Jungkook was interested in you. Maybe your argument was equivalent to “well, I can’t see gravity so it doesn’t exist”, and you didn’t even know it.
So you decided to take it easy, to aim towards the side of caution, as the night progressed into the deeper levels of Dante’s Inferno. By the time that Jungkook decided that you two had accomplished your goal and it was time to get you home, you almost cried in relief. 
You two drove in almost complete silence, only sparsely commenting on a few occurrences of the night. There was a thick blanket of tension hanging between the two of you, a bitter taste in the back of your throat that you couldn’t ignore. It had been a fun night, yeah, but it was done with. Time to burst that bubble and crash back into reality. 
Thankfully or not, depending where you stood, Jungkook didn’t seem to be as worried about those details. He was ridiculously cheerful, beyond proud of his skills, and a little over the moon about the fact that he had been with you the entire night, acting out things he never thought would come true.
“There you go, all done,“ he exclaimed, victorious, the second you two walked into your apartment. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?” 
You scoffed, leaning against the wall so you could remove your shoes. “It wasn’t good either,” you said, monotone. You were physically, emotionally and psychologically exhausted, and you seriously didn’t want to look at his annoyingly pretty face for another second. “Have fun telling them about our instantaneous breakup.” 
At that, Jungkook visibly tensed up. “Ha. Yeah…”
You sighed, beyond pissed off (and heartbroken) at that point. You weren’t Jungkook, weren’t built to lie your way through life, to pretend as if the feelings inside your chest were not your own. “By the way — fuck, I hate high heels,” you complained, throwing your shoes on the floor with a bit more force than necessary. Jungkook flinched a little, distracted. “By the way, what did Hoseok mean by that?”
He blinked, swallowing dry. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck — think of something. “By what?”
You raised one eyebrow. “Saying that you’d never have the guts to confess or whatever.” 
The worst part was that Jungkook could see in your downcast eyes that you had no idea what you were asking him. You seriously couldn’t tell that he had feelings for you — or, if you did, you simply couldn’t believe it. Or maybe you just despised him on a level in which a crush would be preposterous to even consider. “Ah.” He clicked his tongue. Think, you dumbass! Come up with something! “That.” 
You were getting a little choked up now. There was no way you couldn’t notice the trademarked signals of Jungkook buying himself some time, trying to come up with something inside that evil head of his. Maybe you had been right thinking that he had mentioned your name randomly one day, just to save his ass, and now he was dealing with the backlash of his actions. “Yeah, what was it about?” You pressed on. 
Jungkook chuckled, nervous. “Man… I was really hoping you’d forget that.” 
You took a step closer to him, anticipating what was to come. If he was going to hurt you, you wished he would just do it quickly, without dragging it out so much. “Just tell me, Jungkook.” 
And he was trying. Kind of. Jungkook was looking at you like his brain was frying, the Widow’s blue screen reflecting off his widened eyes. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, stare falling to the floor. “I can’t lie to you about that.”
You scoffed, venom running up your throat. That was priceless. “You tell white lies almost every day, why is this so different?” 
“Because it’s not a white lie.” 
You furrowed your eyebrows and narrowed your eyes, taking another step towards him. “Why are you thinking about lying to me, in the first place?” You asked. “Even if… even if it will hurt me. I deserve to know.” 
“Uhh…” he hesitated, rubbing the back of his head. “Because the truth kind of sucks and it can fuck everything up. And I don’t wanna do that.” 
Apparently you were right about your previous theory, then. Jungkook didn’t see you the same way, after all. And that was fine (it wasn’t), but he couldn’t even grow a pair and tell you straight on. “So you would rather avoid it?” You didn’t relent, motivated by your frustration, your hurt, that sickly feeling of betrayal — everything at once. “That has been kind of a running theme with you, hasn’t it?” You stared at him, but Jungkook could only avert his eyes from your burning gaze, instead looking at his feet. “Fine. Don’t tell me if you don’t want to, but quit dragging me into these bullshit lies of yours. I’m tired.”
“No one has ever cancelled a date with me,” he blurted out.
You hesitated, blinking a few times as you digested his words. “What?”
He breathed out. “No one has ever cancelled a date with me. It was all me,” Jungkook confessed. “I lied to you about that because I wanted to spend more time with you. And I didn’t care about anyone else.”
“Wh—“
Overwhelmed by a random wave of courage, his gaze snapped up at you. “I like when you watch my practice and bring me stuff, and I like when you invite me to those dumb movie marathons and make me watch the most disgusting shit,” Jungkook continued, his words falling incoherently from his mouth. You could only stare, flabbergasted, as he spilled months — years — of secrets all at once. “And I like watching you study, and I love seeing you laugh, I love spending time with you, and Hoseok is fucking tired of hearing me talk about it and do nothing.”
“I... don’t understand what you’re saying,” you told him. 
“I told the guys that we were dating because you were literally the only person that popped in my mind, and the only person I actually wanted to be with,” he just went on, not paying attention to your previous comment. Jungkook was a little on edge now, a bit breathless and wide-eyed. He’s nervous, you realized. It had been a long time since you saw him like that. “And this was the best night I’ve had in a while, just because you were there and I— I’m fucking everything up, I told you I would.”
“Jungkook,” you called softly, feeling as if every inhale was an olympic sport. Your heart was beating so fast inside your chest that you were afraid of having a syncope before you could hear the words you needed so badly. “Just tell me what you want to say.” 
He cleared his throat, shifting the weight from one leg to the other. “I’m like… how do I put this…?” Jungkook paused, took a deep breath, and dropped the bomb. “I’ve been kind of in love with you ever since we were like eight, yeah.” 
Record scratch. Freeze frame. “You what?” 
Jungkook chuckled. “Yep… awkward,” he said. “Sorry.” 
It hasn’t settled in just yet, which explained why you didn’t start screaming at him. “And you have the guts to tell me that I drop things naturally?” You asked. “Are you serious? You better not be fucking with me right now.”
He raised one hand and placed it on his chest. “I’m not, promise.” 
And then it hit you like a ton of bricks. “Jeon Jungkook!” You screeched, both hands flying to hold onto his shirt, rocking him back and forth with the strength of a thousand men. “I’m gonna make you swallow my fist!”
Jungkook was dumbfounded, ten times more confused than when you tried to explain to him the plot of the Velocipastor — which really wasn’t that hard, it was just a pastor who was also a dinosaur shifter. But his brain wasn’t good at following those types of unpredictable plots, and that counted your burst of anger. “That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting at all,” he murmured, voice flat with disbelief. 
But it was your turn to ramble incoherently. “You’re an idiot! You’re even worse than I thought!” You were still speaking loudly, letting all that frustration wash out of you, giving place to relief. “You made me go through all this fucking night, kissing you and pretending to be your girlfriend, while you actually like me? You prick!” 
You punched his chest — his stupid, muscular, rock-hard chest. “Ouch!” He whined, but you doubted it actually hurt. 
“I was almost crying because of how hard it was to suppress my own feelings for you,” you told him, pulling on his shirt once again. You wanted to take it off, wanted to kiss him until he was all that you could think about. But you also wanted to dropkick him straight to the deepest circle of hell. “And you like me back? Idiot!” 
“Wait, wait, what?” Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up, a perfect picture of his surprise. “For real?”
“For real.” Your shoulders slumped, the anger that possessed your body left you as quickly as it had arrived. “I’m in love with you too, you smooth-brained asshole. Ever since high school.” 
He blinked, dumbfounded. “I had no idea.” 
“Didn’t I tell you that speaking the truth is always the better option? You never listen.” You tugged on his shirt one more time, for dramatic effect. “Dumbass.” 
“You’re the dumbass. And no, I don’t think I do,” his voice was flat, mind navigating miles away from your place. “___?”
“What?” You barked. 
“How mad are you?” 
You groaned. “Pretty mad, why?”
It was his turn to take a step towards you, the heat that emanated off his body now surrounding you. “Because I’m gonna kiss you right now and I’d greatly appreciate it if you didn’t bite my face off.”
You sighed, relaxing against his torso. Jungkook’s hands came up to rest on your waist, guiding you closer to him. “I’ll try my best,” you told him, “go ahead.” 
Maybe all those foolish love songs and melodramatic romantic poets were onto something, because you swore you saw fireworks when Jungkook finally moved in, crashing his lips on yours. Yes, you had kissed him already that night, but there was no way those two situations could be comparable, not when you felt much lighter now that the secret was out, and that you knew what he felt when he pulled you closer, when he sighed against your mouth and caressed your lower back. 
Long years of friendship granted you the knowledge that Jungkook was tender with some things, rough with others — he was gentle with kids, with his other friends, with you; he was hard around the edges when it came to his matches (being especially fiery around championships), people he didn’t like, and goals he wanted to reach. As he kissed you, you could notice him trying to figure out which approach to take with you: his lips were soft on yours, tongue slowly exploring your mouth, but his hands were harsh, groping your ass as he pushed you up against the nearest wall, a growl vibrating inside his chest. 
Maybe it was a bit evil to push his buttons when you knew he was so dangerously close to snapping, but you weren’t in the right frame of mind — or, rather, you weren’t in any frame of mind at all. So, knowing very well that Jungkook was the most competitive person you knew, you pulled away from the kiss to say, “Come on, why don’t you kiss me like you mean it?” 
Which might have been the dumbest final words you could’ve uttered. 
You were graced with just a couple seconds of hesitation from his part — frustration and desire flashing inside his hooded eyes — before he was crashing his mouth onto yours once again. Jungkook didn’t say anything, because he didn’t need to: the messy, sensual kiss he gave you was more than enough to make you shut up. Just according to the keikaku, of course. 
His hands were in the back of your tights before you could think, pulling you up and pinning you against the wall. You moaned against his lips, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth when he rolled his center against yours — cock hard and heavy inside his pants, brushing against your covered heat. Jungkook did it two, three, four times, slowly grinding against you like he couldn’t hold himself back any further, groaning at the feeling. 
When he pulled away, you were almost seeing entire constellations forming in your vision, your breath labored and mind dizzy with desire. “Fuck,” he cursed, resting his forehead on yours. “Want you so fucking bad.” 
“Want you too,” you told him. “Bedroom?” 
He pulled back so he could look at you better. “Sure?” 
You nodded. “Sure.” Leaning in, you placed a timid kiss on his lips. “Want you to fuck me, Jungkook.” 
After all those years, that was all that he needed to hear. He was quick to pull you away from the wall, hands holding your body up and your legs wrapped around his waist. Jungkook knew your apartment like the back of his hand, but he still kept his eyes open as he walked towards your bedroom, your lips mindlessly attacking his thick neck. You had dreamed about doing that so many times and you could say with confidence that you weren’t disappointed by the shuddering breaths he let out, or the small grunts he gifted you every time you sucked his skin just right. By the time that Jungkook placed you on your bed, crawling over you, you were so wet that it was almost embarrassing. 
He looked at you like he was hypnotized, his hands roaming up your legs, slowly spreading them so he could place himself in between. With the action, your skirt rolled up, exposing your underwear. “Shit, I thought about doing this so many times,” Jungkook murmured, almost as if he was talking to himself. “I can’t believe it’s real.” 
“You’re so sappy.” You giggled, but you couldn’t deny that his low voice was getting to you. You shivered when his palms met the exposed skin of your waist, pausing in the space between your skirt and your sleeveless top. Jungkook was deep in thought, his gaze flickering all over your body. “What is it?” You asked. 
“You look so fucking hot in this.” He pulled on the large piece of clothing, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. “Wanna fuck you with the jacket on. Just the jacket.” 
You almost choked on your saliva — well that was something you weren’t expecting at all. “Seriously?” You raised one eyebrow, teasing him. “You have that much of a hard-on for sports?” 
Jungkook didn’t seem to be in the mood for jokes, though, because he gave you a serious answer. “No, I have that much of a hard-on for you.” He dipped in so he could nestle his face on the curve of your neck, humming as he inhaled your scent. Once again, you were faced with the contrast of his soft lips against your skin, but the rough tug of his hands on your skirt. “Wanna fuck my girl with only my jacket on, what’s so wrong about that?” 
You whimpered when he licked on your sensitive spot, trying to push your legs together, but being stopped by his presence between them. Jungkook successfully pulled your skirt out of you, throwing it somewhere on the floor. “Since when are you this possessive?” You asked. 
He moved back, hands progressing to your tube top and sliding it down. It seemed as if the world had conspired in his favor, because it was just so easy to leave you only with his team clothes on, the elastic material leaving your body quick enough. “I’m not possessive,” he responded, only half there. His brain was trying to understand the vision of you before his eyes, only with your panties and his jacket. Jungkook could feel his cock throbbing inside his pants, begging for relief, and he just knew that sight would plague him forever. “Wanna make sure that you know you’re mine, though. I’ve thought about this for too long.” 
As you fumbled for something to say, he dove back in, his mouth attacking your breasts with no time. Your back arched, fingers tangling in his messy hair as he sucked and licked your nipples, his strong hands squeezing your tits every time you moaned out. It was almost humiliating how reactive you were, with your shallow breaths and broken calls of his name, but Jungkook was fucking loving it, and he just wanted more of it. 
You melted under his touches as he pulled himself closer to you, his mouth tracing its way back to your clavicles, then your neck. Much to your dismay, his hands were still on your breasts, playing with your erect nipples as he finally found that one spot that made you yelp. 
“W-Wait,” you stammered, “my neck is sensitive.”
Jungkook knew that already. In fact, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since you mentioned it back at the party; his cock stiff inside his pants at the memory alone. “I noticed,” he groaned, the vibrations of his voice spreading throughout your skin. One of his hands slithered between your bodies, hastily pulling your underwear to the side so his fingers could plunge between your folds. At the sensation of your arousal, Jungkook growled, pressing his erection against your thigh. “Holy fuck. You’re soaked.”
“I told you,” you said, feeling like your brain was about to melt and drip out of your ears. It was hard to concentrate when he was making out with your neck like that, sucking and biting the skin before liking the same spot he had just attacked. Still, the sudden plunging of his finger inside your pussy caught your attention in an instant. “J-Jungkook, I’m—” 
How shameful was it that you couldn’t even finish a damn sentence? Lust was getting the best of you, pushing your rationalizations aside and filling your lungs with desire. Jungkook soon added a second finger inside you, stretching you wide as he continued to fuck you. It was a fantastic sensation — his hand was much larger than yours, and you were sure you’d be able to cum like that if it kept it up for long enough. 
Jungkook moaned against your neck, pulling his head back so he could take a look at you. His cock throbbed at the sight of your dazed-out face, your parted lips looking so dangerously inviting to him, “Tell me what you want,” he asked, diving in to kiss you. He sucked on your tongue, making you whine as he pulled back. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” 
“Want you,” you said, nails digging into his shoulder blades. 
Jungkook liked the sharp pain that came from it, raising the speed of his fingers just a bit. “I’m right here.”
“No,” you whimpered, blinking back the tears of frustration that covered your irises. God, Jungkook couldn’t even believe you were all his. “Want your cock inside me, please.” 
Listening to you saying that was like experiencing a choir of angels singing directly to him. Jungkook had waited far too long to get you alone like that, so beautiful and pliant beneath him, and there was no way in hell he would deny you your request. 
So he got moving, his hand flying to the back of his shirt, which he tugged off with one swift motion. Your eyes fell to his toned chest, roaming his sweaty skin as he moved onto his belt. “Take those off.” He signaled with his head towards your panties. 
You nodded, sliding your underwear down and throwing it to the side. Even with his jacket still on — which, you admitted, it was both objectively and subjectively hot — you felt extremely exposed, thighs closing just slightly when Jungkook took his pants and boxers off. 
“Keep them open,” he warned, his stare stuck to your glistening folds, and you did. His face was one of sheer lust, tongue coming out to wet his lips as he placed himself back in place. “Wanna see you cum on my fingers,” he breathed, “but I’m too hard. Need to be inside you right now.” 
Your attention flickered downwards, pulled by the small collision of his cock against your clit. You winced at the feeling, but one of his large hands kept you in place as he moved closer to your heat. The constant drumming of your pulse was all that you could hear for a second, heart skipping a beat when you fully noticed his size. 
Would it be weird to say that Jungkook had a pretty dick? Because he did. And a big one too, which made you second guess your own limits for a moment. 
As if he was reading your mind, his cockhead pressed against your pussy, so warm and wet that Jungkook swore he was about to lose his mind — or what was left of it. There was nothing more that he wanted then to nestle himself in your heat, bury himself deep inside you until you were the only thing he could think about. “Shit, look at you,” he murmured, brushing his tip against your entrance. Your figure twitched under him, a soft gasp leaving your mouth at the feeling. “Bet I could slide right in.” 
He was hypnotized by the squelching sounds of your pussy, the way your opening fluttered around his crown as he slowly started to press himself into you. He wanted to do it slowly so he could pay attention to every detail of you, every small exclamation of pleasure that dripped like honey from your lips. 
The world around you two was getting smaller and hotter by the minute, suffocating you and pulling the air out of your lungs. Your eyelashes fluttered as Jungkook’s cock slid inside you, just the tip at first, your back arching as your walls clenched around him, almost as if your body was rejecting his size. “You’re so big,” you whined, burry eyes fighting to focus on his face. 
Jungkook, however, wasn’t looking at you, but at the way his member sank between your folds, diving into your wet heat. “Yeah?” He breathed out, jaw clenching. It was taking everything inside him not to start pounding into you. “I’m sure you can take it, don’t you think?” 
You nodded, and it took a moment for your words to catch up to you. “Y-Yes,” you said. 
Jungkook was more than halfway inside you now, and his mind was more than halfway gone, thrown out of the window and into the gelid nocturnal winds. The way you were wrapping around him should be illegal; you were so perfect that jungkook was sure he could never find a drug that would get him so high. “That’s it, be greedy for me,” he groaned, “take everything.” 
He went as deep as he could, his cock almost brushing against your cervix and your cunt throbbing against him. Maybe he had died and was in paradise, because there was no way he could be feeling so good. 
“Move, please,” you asked meekly. 
Lucky you, he was more than happy to comply. 
Jungkook tilted his hips back, until just his tip was still inside you, only to bottom out again, feeling as your cunt throbbed around him. He did this with unbearable patience at first, allowing your body to get accustomed to his cock splitting you open before he started to pick up the pace. Most of his self control had already burned out, though, at it wasn’t long before he was fucking you fast, rough; groaning at the way your tits jumped every time he shived his length back inside you. 
Once again, he felt like a virgin — you were too much, it seemed. Everything about you got him searching for the stars, wishing for more and moaning out every time your cunt squeezed around him. You were so fucking wet, he thought, so tight and warm, that he wasn’t even thinking about cumming, just about how wished to keep fucking you forever. At the same time, Jungkook was sure that he wouldn’t last long, not when you were looking at him like that, calling his name again and again until it silenced all his thoughts. 
Your breath hitched when his cock brushed against your sensitive spot. “Right there, right there,” you sobbed, nails scratching the skin of his arms. Jungkook caught onto your request straight away, keeping the same angle until you were a babbling mess under him. “Oh m-my god, yeah,” you cried out. “S-So good.”
“Fuck, that’s tight,” Jungkook cursed, his hands digging into your thighs, shoving them up for him so he could reach deeper, fuck you harder. He couldn’t stop moaning, gasping, producing the most beautiful sounds for you. “S-Shit, you’re just pulling my cock in. Your pussy feels amazing.” If given enough time, he could go crazy staring at the way in which his cock disappeared between your folds, only to come back dripping with your arousal, and then slamming back in. “You’re just so fucking hot,” he couldn’t help but say it out loud. “Play with your tits for me.” 
You didn’t have the guts to deny him, your hands palming your tits, squeezing the soft flesh. You whimpered at the feeling, eyes closing in bliss as he continued to fuck you. 
“That’s it, so good for me,” Jungkook praised, hips losing their rhythm for a second. His cock was already throbbing, orgasm threatening to hit him any time now. He needed you to cum first, though. “Your pussy too. Come on.” 
That time, you hesitated a little, a broken sob falling from your lips as you found his gaze. However, you couldn’t deny it — you wanted to be good for him, to get his praises again and again until that was all that you could hear. So you followed his command, two fingers, sinking into your wetness before trailing back to your clit. 
A rush of pleasure ran through your veins, pussy clenching around his cock as your moments grew desperate, needy for more. You were bordering on delirious by that point, your mind unable to focus on one thing, instead jumping between all the stimulation you were getting — your hand squeezing your breast; your fingers rubbing your clit; Jungkook’s cock drilling inside you. “T-Too much,” you cried. 
God, but that’s exactly what he wanted. Jungkook wanted to see that pretty, overwhelmed face of yours, wanted to show you that every minute of waiting had been worth it. “Yeah? But you can take it for me, can’t you?” He moaned under his breath, starting to get lost in his own pleasure. You were getting tighter by the second, which was a dangerous thing. “You can cream my cock if I ask you to, right?”
“Y-yeah,” you stammered. “I’ll do anything f-for you.” 
Jungkook sighed at your words, cock throbbing inside you. “Good girl, just like that,” he husked. “Such a good girl.” 
Tears started to prickle your eyes, and you didn’t know if it was because of how overwhelmed you were, or because your emotions were just now starting to tip over. “J-Jungkook,” you called his name, for a moment not knowing if you would follow it up with something else. His eyes found your own, dazed ones, and his heart skipped a beat at how beautiful and his you looked at that moment. “Love y-you.” 
Years of fantasizing about that confession could’ve never prepared the two of you for such an honest, unexpected moment. Jungkook felt his soul reach levels of happiness which he had never experienced before, mouth only able to say one thing in return. “Love you too.” He pressed his forehead against yours, movements becoming more sloppy, desperate. The new angle was an amazing discovery, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you, which tore a loud cry from you. “Holy shit,” he moaned. “You’re getting so fucking t-tight around my cock.” 
“Close,” you breathed out, letting go of his previous requests and just taking your hands to his face instead. Jungkook stared at you like he could see the entire universe in your eyes, his hot breaths hitting your face in gentle waves. “K-Kiss me, please.” 
There was no need to repeat yourself. Jungkook crashed his mouth against yours, trapping you in a kiss that felt both like too much and too little at the same. You barely had any time to dive into the caress of his lips on yours before your high washed over you — walls spasming around his length as you dove into bliss; moaning into the kiss and holding to his broad shoulders. 
He broke the kiss right after, a stuttering, failed breath leaving his chest. “L-Love you,” he choked out, “so much.” Jungkook gasped. He was so close, but, at the same time, he didn’t want to let go just yet. It felt too good — having you was too perfect. “Can’t b-believe you’re mine.” 
You smiled at his state, one hand brushing the sweaty hair away from his forehead. “Love you too,” you said back. You could say it again and again, without ever getting tired. After so many years swallowing it down, nothing felt so free. “It’s okay, you can let go.” 
Jungkook nodded, only mildly aware of his own actions. With all the force within him, he pushed himself away from you, pulling out from your heat. Soon, his hand wrapped around his cock, using your arousal to pump himself towards his much-needed release. “Shit,” he choked up, throwing his head back. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna—” 
Jungkook grunted as he finally reached his high; cock throbbing in his hands. His cum splattered all over your belly, a few white ropes hitting the underside of your tits as well; dripping down to your mound and pelvis as his movements started to slow down. Even then, so fucked-out and overwhelmed, Jungkook looked like a god you’d be more than happy to worship. 
“Fuck,” he heaved, hooded eyes trailing over your form. By some miracle, probably the work of some mysterious sports god, his jacket remained untouched. “That looks so hot.” 
You smiled, taking a glimpse at your body. “And messy.” 
He let out a breathy, tired laugh. “Yeah. Gonna clean you up, just give me a second. I almost blacked out here.” 
Playfully, you kicked the side of his thigh. “You better,” you told him. “And don’t be so melodramatic.” 
“Rude.” He leaned in, placing a kiss on your lips. You still felt like you were dreaming, trapped in an alternate reality. If that was the case, you didn’t want to wake up. “Next time I’ll cum in your mouth so you’ll learn some manners.” 
Next time. Those words fell like a stone inside your stomach. It was pretty much impossible to mask your lovesick gaze now. “Yeah, bold of you to believe it’ll change a thing.” You pushed him off you, signaling towards the bathroom. “Go, be a good boy and go get me a towel.” 
Jungkook rolled his eyes, but did as you said, leaving the bed soon after. “I liked you better when you were pretending to be my fake girlfriend,” he spoke from the corridor. “You were more polite.”
“I was acting,” you said. “This is what you’re gonna get.” 
He laughed, appearing back in the room. “Ah, well, I guess I made my choice years ago.” 
That managed to shut you up real fast, heart hammering against your ribcage as Jungkook started cleaning you up. His movements were tender on your skin, feather-like touches that moved up your abdomen, to your breasts, then back between your legs. During all that, a familiar, comfortable silence fell between you two — one that you had grown used to; so empty and yet so full. 
After he was done, Jungkook discarded the towel, returning to his rightful place next to you. Like it was your second nature, you curled yourself up next to him, head resting on his chest and his arm wrapping around your waist. 
The world was perfect for exactly thirty seconds before he decided to ruin it. “So…” Jungkook started, a mischievous smirk already curling on his lips, “you like like me.” 
You scoffed, propping your chin on his chest and meeting his gaze. Jungkook was too cute and too hot for his own good, and his post-sex state managed to incorporate both elements in a hazardous combination. “Yes. And you like like me back.” You remarked. “Did you seriously have to go through all these steps instead of just, I don’t know, telling me?” 
He threw his head back, eyes closing in sheer desperation. “I didn’t know!” 
“Everyone knew!” You exclaimed back, flabbergasted. You couldn’t believe that all those years of shared distress could’ve been solved with the most basic common sense. “Do you think I watch your games because I like them? I tell you all the time I hate sports! Dumbass!” 
Jungkook flinched when you slapped the top of his head lightly, forging pain. “Ouch! You’re the dumbass. And I thought you were kidding.” He pouted, eyes drifting off towards a corner of the room. You could tell he was thinking, so you gave him his time. “But now that you mention it…”
You rolled your eyes, laying back down. “Yeah, that’s not so hard to—”
“I cannot stand body horror.” 
“What?” You shrieked, sitting up at lightning speed. That managed to be the most unexpected thing Jungkook had told you that night — scratcher that: ever. “You told me you loved watching body horror with me.” 
He shook his head, an expression of disgust on his face as he was reminded of every horror movie he had ever watched. “I almost puke watching it. I just pretend I enjoy it because it makes you happy.” 
For a moment, your mouth hung open, mind working a million miles per hour to make sense of his admission. Thinking back to it, you had noticed how frequently Jungkook went to the bathroom while watching Tusk; about how many times he coughed and turned his head away from the Human Centipede. “Oh my god.” Your shoulders slumped, your voice was a frail little thing, filled by disbelief. You couldn’t call him dumb when you had acted just the same. “We’re both idiots.”
Jungkook laughed as you returned to your previous position, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Yeah, I think that’s the only possible conclusion.”
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castiel-has-bees · 11 months ago
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weepingvoidpenguin · 7 months ago
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Unfortunately Yours
Summary: When you and Bucky successfully infiltrate a HYDRA auction, you’re told to stay another day due to max capacity on the jet. But how are you going to survive a night alone with this insufferable Super Soldier? Especially considering the miniscule size of the room and the obvious dilemma presented; who gets the bed?
Warning: S M U T , the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written, language, spit kink, daddy kink, ptsd symptoms, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, hate-s e x, rough, more like enemies-to-lovers kind of thing, gagging, m!receiving, f!receiving, lots of receiving lol, 18+, M
Word Count: 10.6K (Whhhyyyyy)
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   Your body burned with exhaustion and the sheer weight of your extremities felt enough to drag you to the floor and mirror a coma with the length of your hibernation. You no longer had the minimal strength required to pick up your feet properly which resulted in the sound of shuffling to fill the small, and by small you meant miniscule, room you’d been assigned to. 
   Well, you and Bucky had been assigned to.
   You’d both played your parts well enough over the course of the last few hours. You’d sauntered into the ran-shacked looking bar with Bucky’s arm tossed lazily over your shoulder, his distaste for the assignment evident on his face, but he’d cleared it away the second his foot crossed the threshold. He pulled you in tighter to his body and raised his chin into the air, emitting the energy of a man not to be trifled with. You’d portrayed your role as a damsel just as, if not more, convincing as Barnes’ opposite. Your shoulders hunched over and your steps were small and quivering, the wig on your head a tool used to curtain the hair in your face. 
   You were the lamb to this White Wolf.
   Word had traveled through the dark and twisted grapevine that a certain showing of sorts took place tonight and a high-ranking target was rumored to be amongst its audience. You and Barnes were on the first flight to Germany within minutes.
   Bucky had pulled you through the crowd moving along to the thundering music in the background and halted at the edge of the bar. His grip on your shoulder tightened once he’d caught the man’s attention and you winced, his fingers digging a little too deep for your liking.
   The bartender scanned you over and took in your frame, making you feel smaller than you had already displayed yourself to be. It took him a while to conclude but when he took in Bucky’s domineering gaze, a look as if to say Deny me, I dare you, he nodded once and wrote something down on a napkin, sliding it over to Bucky.
   Scum. All of them. 
   You nearly blew your cover trying to throw Bucky a look but you refrained from the hellfire clawing its way out of you. You had to be perfectly in control, emotions and beliefs aside. You were a damsel and you had to make certain they believed that. You knew they were watching; they always were.
   “Relax,” Bucky hissed, pulling you under his arm and bringing his lips to your ear.
   “When you pretend you’re the one being put up for auction, then you can tell me to relax,” you muttered, never looking up from the ground.
   “I have been.” When you paused your movement, he pulled away to scan the room, “Nothing’s gonna happen to you. I promise.” He led you backstage and turned the corner to a dimly lit hallway, barren of any decoration in sharp contrast to every other section of the building, “Besides, once they realize how insufferable you are, they’ll be begging me to take you back,”
   He opened an iron door and pushed you into the room, sending you tumbling down onto the carpet. He tsked, stepping over you and not looking back after shutting the door behind himself. You counted thirteen pairs of feet and judging by the way some of them were turned towards you, they had to be watching. You observed your hands for a second, counting slowly until you figured you’d stalled long enough and sent your trembling gaze to the exit. Bucky let out a low chuckle and clasped his hand around your upper arm, launching you back onto your feet and twisting your body to face him.
   Oh, darling, German fluently escaped his tongue and you nearly rolled your eyes at the condescending tone settled in his words, You know better than that, don’t you?
   His hold tightened and you winced, holding back the whimper in your throat. If you saw any hint of a bruise forming on your arm, you would give him hell later . . . and possibly even if you didn’t.
   You bit your tongue and let him lead you towards a leather chair before he pulled you swiftly down onto his lap where his hand remained on your thigh, brushing the inside softly. Had you not been so annoyed, you’d have been humiliated at all the stares devouring the scene unfolding before them. 
   Good girl, he drawled and pressed your back flat up against his chest where he could put you on display.
   You knew you should’ve been annoyed, or at least settled so into your role as his temporary whore-for-sale that the sensation coming alive between your thighs shouldn’t have made an appearance. But sometimes, the way Bucky brought his voice down real low and cooed an insult or jest your way just had an affect that your body would not deny. It kept you awake a lot.
   Instead, you swallowed hard and let yourself be splayed against him. You ignored the scent of sandalwood in his cologne.
   Your body trembled from the cold breeze floating around in the room and you shifted in Bucky’s lap to block everyone’s sight from the way your chest reacted to the change in temperature.
   Don’t be shy, he murmured and removed your arms from your breasts, letting the thin, practically see-through fabric show you to the world.
   “Buc-” You started, your panic creeping through the cracks at the cheshire sneers sent your way, but at the first sign of your discomfort, he retracted his hands and twisted you around gently, throwing your legs over the side of the chair and spreading them but forcing your upper half to face him. Effectively, cutting your chest off from their line of sight.
   You trembled out a sigh and he grabbed your face tightly, drawing your eyes to his. He examined you, his hardened gaze shouting words he couldn’t currently say. But you understood. He could be a jerk, but he wasn’t a bad man.
   Your body instinctively leaned into him for warmth as another breeze engulfed you, resulting in a shiver that made its way up your spine. “Are they still looking?” you inquired and he gripped your neck with a ferocity that made you squirm in his lap. Fuck.
   He pulled your ear to his lips and licked the helix. You whimpered. “No,” he whispered, running his thumb along your jawline, “But if you don’t quit fucking squirming you’re gonna have a problem, Doll,”
   You opened your mouth in question when you felt a sudden twitch on your backside and you swallowed. Hard. He never broke eye contact with you, instead choosing to raise a brow in mocking. Your chest heaved up and down and how you could feel his breath grazing on your cheek almost had you rubbing your legs together for some form of desperate friction. No, you had to keep yourself composed, keep the act going. But he’d seen it. All of it.
   You nod your head and slowed your breathing down until he released his grip around your throat and turned his attention towards the dim stage. You leaned back into him and followed suit, making sure to keep your attention downcast and appear disheveled. 
   “There,” Bucky whispered after a few minutes and you lifted your head only to find the man you had come all this way for walking straight towards you.
   Like a moth to a flame.
   “How much?” The older man inquired, his grotesque gaze settled on your spread legs.
   Bucky looked up at the balding man as if this was the first time he’d noticed his presence, “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” 
   The man lifted his brow, or what would’ve been, and smiled wickedly, “I’ll give you double your price if you give her to me now,” he offered, his eyes slithering up to the apex of your thighs and this time you didn’t have to fake the shiver running up your spine. 
   A small smirk formed on Bucky’s face and he waved his hand dismissively at him, “Get in line,”
   The old man sneered but Bucky was right, most everyone had their attention fixated on what was happening currently and it was apparent there was, indeed, a line. 
   Bucky rested his gloved hand on your upper thigh and gripped tight, whether to refrain from hitting the guy or just to touch you, he wasn’t sure but he couldn’t keep you away when the man said, “I’ll give you four times the asking price but I want her now,” 
   Bucky’s grip on your thigh tightened and you squeaked at the pain, jumping slightly in his lap. “How about I give her to you for free for ten minutes and you tell me if you can handle her,”
   You jerked your head towards Bucky and furrowed your brows. Free? Dick. You nearly scoffed.
   The man gripped onto your calf and you shifted to kick his hand away when Bucky’s own shot out and and ripped his off of you, “Don’t touch my stuff,” he spit and the man let out a yell but that only spurred Bucky on and he tightened his fist, “Until terms are agreed upon, she remains mine to do with as I please. Understood?”
   The man nodded hastily and Bucky threw you off his lap when he stood up. “Anyone else?” Bucky shouted to the room, daring others to test his limits when it came to you. After a few moments of silence Bucky scoffed, “I didn’t fucking think so,”
   Bucky’s grip on the man remained and he stared down at the hunched figure, “Now, you,” he addressed and the room remained silent. This was allowed here. 
   Normally, merchandise couldn’t be touched until it was purchased. No buying before the auction, no discussing what you’re offering, no negotiating but most importantly don’t try to steal from anyone. These are criminals and that being said, they handle things amongst themselves. They know the rules and the risks they take breaking them.
   So, when Bucky drags the poor bastard away, you follow right behind him. Not a protest to be heard. Bucky throws open the door we entered through and finds the nearest room before chucking the HYDRA agent inside and locking the door behind you. 
   The room was brightly lit, with all four walls a dull cream color and dark brown couches strewn casually about. There’s no real order to this place. All cement corners and LED bulbs. Pure business. 
   “Let ‘em know,” Bucky orders and you turn around to argue only to find the man pulling a gun out of his jacket pocket.
   You jerk suddenly and kick Bucky square in the stomach, launching him towards one of the couches just as a shot rings out. You blanch at the sound, the noise filling your head and drowning everything else out. You hear yelling but you can’t make out the words, only the panic intermingled within them. Your hand reaches out around you and you grip the small button lined into your thin clothing, pressing it four times how you’d been instructed.
   Everything moved slowly and people began filing into the room. How did they get here so fast? No. It wasn’t possible, they were a quarter mile down the road, there was no way they were your backup. 
   Hands began flying in the air and you were picked up and dropped multiple times, each time landing harder than the last. You tried to blink back the spinning but the blows landing on your face and torso made it all the worse. 
   Instinctively, you threw your hands up to protect your face and fought to find some footing to help. Bucky was good but he wasn’t a God, he would need help. When the first blow met your forearms you reached out to grasp the hand and used your other to drive your fist right into the person’s nose. The bone crunched under your blow.
   You took a hit, then another when you managed to analyze the enemy’s fight pattern and waited until he left himself open before driving your knee into his rib cage. He bent over in pain and you grabbed him by the hair, hearing another crack when you shoved your elbow upwards against his nose. 
   You heard a shout and whipped your head over to see Bucky on his back, a looming figure with a gun aimed straight towards him. You galvanized towards them and threw yourself in the air, using your weight to kick him off of Bucky when another shot rang out. 
   Bucky shot up and crushed the gun with his metal arm. You scoured the room for the familiar HYDRA agent but found him nowhere. You shot out of the room, knocking into an opposing wall as you turned the corner and ducked when the sound of a bullet whizzed past you. 
   This is not going good. You had lost your target and rummaged through room after room until you’d become lost. Fuck. Where the hell did he run off to? You winced after breaking out into a sprint but pressed on, not allowing yourself to slow down. There was no way you were going to fail this mission, especially after coming so close to success.
   Sweat trailed down your face and your muscles screamed at you to halt, their exhaustion beginning to wear you down. Your breathing grew rapid and your vision blurred and just as you went to lean on a wall to rest, your shoulder exploded out in pain and you collapsed with a cry.
   “Dirty whore,” the HYDRA man seethed, a cane raised over his head. He brought it down and you spun to the side, feeling the air breeze past your ear.
   Your hand latched onto the cane and you shoved it into his gut, pushing him away. SHIELD wanted this guy alive, so alive they would receive him. That didn’t mean he had to come in one piece though. 
   You tore the walker out of his hand just as he tumbled onto his ass. You stood up, grunting along the way and hovered over his body, fear sprawled along his features. 
   “You can either stay still or get beat with your own cane, it’s your choice,” you offered, aching to bring the walker down onto his face. “Please test me. Please.” You begged.
   His gaze shifted between you and the weapon and he brought his trembling hands up in defeat. He must’ve been an agent of some Intelligence branch because his fighting abilities were evidently subpar at best.
   You sighed, sad to see the opportunity go but brought the cane down none the less. “That’s unfortunate,”
   You turned your attention to the sound of running coming around the corner and moved to drag and hide your captive in a nearby closet only to roll your eyes when Bucky came ‘round. You tossed the cane back and forth between your hands and smiled proudly towards the agent on the floor.
   “Look who I caught,” you toyed and were met with a grunt.
   “Only because you let him get away,” he retorted, pulling the balding man up to his feet.
   Everything began to slow and the hellfire you’d kept under mounds of ice had finally melted through its freezing cage. “What?”
   He turned his back towards you and trudged the hesitant man behind him towards the exit.
   “I said,” you hollered, not caring how the halls carried your echo, “What?”
   “I heard what you said,” he called back to you, not bothering to turn around.
   And there you were left, frozen and dumbfounded for five solid minutes before you could pull yourself together enough to stomp your way back towards the rendezvous point. You remained hazy for the most part while debriefing. You tried to recount everything but the way your anger engulfed you in its flame obscured your memory so you kept it short. 
   It was quickly brought up that SHIELD captured more HYDRA agents than expected and were gonna be at max capacity so you and Bucky had to stay at a base a few miles down the road. You grumbled in compliance but Bucky didn’t respond, not even a godforsaken grunt.
   What SHIELD had failed to mention though, was that this bunker was clearly meant for one. It barely counted as a room. There was a small bathroom in the corner just big enough for a shower and toilet. No sink. And a small counter with just enough space for a stove, microwave and radio. If you were to lay down vertically or horizontally you’d nearly be touching wall each way. Not to mention the singular bed.
   And that’s how you got to where you were now. Miniscule room. Exhausted body. Drained mind. Patience long gone. 
   You huffed and dropped your bag in front of the entrance before walking to the bathroom and turning to slam the door closed. You turned the faucet on and ripped the wig off, discarding your clothes in a pile before stepping into the shower. The warm water was nice and welcoming but your body already felt aflame so you twisted the knob and held your breath when the cold stream trickled down your body. It was difficult to breathe at first, but your body soon adjusted to the temperature and you began wiping the muck off your skin with the bar of soap supplied. But that’s all the was supplied. Clearly, this place was meant to be a quick pit stop. 
   You sat on the hard floor as the water streamed onto your body. You could nearly fall asleep to its rhythm; It was only when your head hit the wall that you realized you were so you begrudgingly stood up and shut off the water. You grabbed the only towel in the bathroom and pat yourself dry, noticing just then that you left your clothes outside.
   You let out a long sigh and twisted open the doorknob to find Bucky toying with the radio on the counter; not even purposefully, just looking for something to do while he waited. 
   You opened your mouth to ask him to hand you your bag but after what he said to you earlier you’d sooner eat hot coals than ask him to do anything for you. You stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped neatly around your chest and you bent over to open your bag. The shuffling on the radio stopped. 
   “You could’ve at least left me some warm water,” he grumbled and you rolled your eyes.
   You searched in your bag for the fresh clothes residing there only to turn around when you found them and have the bathroom door shut in your face. 
   “Are you fucking kidding me?” You shouted, pounding your fist against the door.
   You could hear the water running and you groaned, pounding harder. The door opened for a split second and you were hit in the face with the clothes you’d left inside only for it to instantly be slammed shut again.
   You punched the door with all the frustration built up over the past few hours and felt the wood crack with your force. Why did this man have to be incredibly baffling? You were not nearly paid enough to deal with such an unbearable partner. He would have you bald from stress before you knew it. 
   You spent the next few minutes grumbling to yourself after you changed and scribbled your frustration onto a small notebook you took with you everywhere. It was only when you heard the water shut off did you remember something. You still had the only towel. A villainous smirk tugged at your lips and you placed the folded towel on the edge of the bed, away from the door.
   Then you heard the creak. “I will walk out naked if you don’t give me the towel,” Bucky threatened.
   You shrugged despite him not being able to see you from your position on the bed, “I’ll just laugh at your dick,” 
   “You weren’t laughing earlier,” he shot back.
   Oh. So he did remember. Good. You thought he’d gotten amnesia within the past few hours, maybe he was just too ashamed to mention it.
   “Too disgusted to insult. Plus, I was playing a character,”
   “Fine,” he responded and quickly came into view, haughtily sauntering over to your side and you shouted.
   “Dear God!” You held the towel up to block your sight of his barren body. It was disgusting. He was all wet, hair dripping onto his muscled torso, water gleaming off his taut skin, 5 o’clock shadow drenched and straight out of a wet dream. Jesus.
   “Prude,” he commented, snatching the towel from your grasp and wrapping it around himself. 
   “Respectable,” you corrected, crossing your arms and shoving him away. “You get the floor,”
   He lifted his duffle off the ground and rummaged through it. “Then I get the blanket,”
   “You get fuck all,” you stated, flipping off the lamp beside you and snuggling into the warm cot.
   When the shuffling stopped and the bathroom light was shut off, you shut your eyes and let the wear of the day grab at you, lulling you into the beginning of slumber. That is, until the blanket was hauled from around you, damn near throwing you onto the floor. You shouted out and caught yourself last minute. 
   “Barnes!” You yelled, steadying yourself and reaching over the edge to grab the blanket back. Your hand fisted at the faux fur and you pulled with all your might to no avail. 
   He swatted you away as though you were a pesky fly and reached over to turn the light of the lamp on. You glowered at him and stood, wrapping the blanket around your arm and pulling upwards. Your arm strained to its capacity but the man on the floor didn’t budge. Only turned his back to you and shut his eyes. You reached over yourself and flipped the switch of the lamp, once again immersing yourself in the comforting darkness. 
   Bucky stiffened and opened his eyes then turned and froze you in your spot with his stare. He reached around and lit the lamp, slowly retracting his arm and daring you to turn it off again. So you did.
   He yanked the blanket from your grasp and threw you back onto the bed, bringing light into the room. “Light stays on,” he growled.
   “No! You’ve had your goddamn way since you stepped foot into this room. Light goes off and I get the blanket!” You shouted, not concerned about anyone else hearing considering the room was soundproof.
   “No. You get the bed so I get the blanket. Tell me how that doesn’t make sense,” he countered.
   You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting that it did, in fact, make sense. The floor here was wooden and clearly uncomfortable, plus he hadn’t even argued about the bed situation. 
   You retreated, “Fine, light still goes off,”
   “No,” 
   “Yes,” 
   Silence fell between the two of you but you weren’t budging. Barnes had faced plenty of monsters, he could handle the dark. 
   “I need the noise to fall asleep,” he admitted and it was then you could hear the slight hum the bulb emitted.
   You didn’t speak for a while but reared back and pulled out your phone, “What do you want to listen to?” You scrolled through a few sounds you had stored on your phone, “We’ve got: nature sounds, frequencies, guided meditations, etc. You name it, but I’m not sleeping with this forsaken light on,”
   Bucky studied you, his expression changing a mile a minute but the one of indifference conquered, “Rain,” 
   You nodded once and selected the audio, placing the phone face up on the nightstand and turning the light off for the last time. Hopefully. You hunkered down into the thin mattress and reached down, grasping at the thick blanket. When you pulled, there was some give. He’d let you get just enough needed to cover your body if you laid at the very edge and your hand hovered in the air when you laid your arm over the side.
   Minutes flew by with your eyes shut and the exhaustion slithered over your body but your mind ran wild with the events from earlier. You tried not to get angry or sad or . . . bothered. Your breathing deepened when you began to succumb to your body’s fatigue and you drifted inch by inch into the welcoming void lulling your name.
   You didn’t hear when he shifted, only managed to register the faint tracing of his fingertips on your hand before finally giving out.
   You weren’t sure what time it was when you opened your eyes for the first time that night. This regularly happened. You’d wake up multiple times during the night to shift positions or throw off the sheets, no matter how insignificant the desire, your body always found a way to wake you for it.
   You opened your eyes slowly to a hazy vision and blinked at the sitting figure on the floor, “Bucky?” You croaked, bringing a hand up to wipe at your face, “What time is it?”
   “It’s almost one, go back to sleep,”
   “What are you doing?” You persisted, ignoring his demand and sitting up slowly, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
   “Couldn’t,” 
   A heartbeat. Then another. And another. He didn’t care to elaborate.
   “Do you want the bed?” You offered, stretching yourself out and already placing yourself down on the floor, “It’s too hot up there, anyway,”
   His attention turned to you for the first time but you’d already began closing your eyes, not really having the energy to argue with him. You could hear shuffling from his spot and the ground disappeared below you, strong hands grasping your body and lifting you up to place you gently back onto the cot.
   “I prefer the floor,” he insisted, wrapping the blanket around you, “Besides, you’re a horrendous liar,”
   You didn’t hold back the singular chuckle, your haze still enveloping you. “Then why aren’t you sleeping?”
   He sat at the foot of the bed, his hand hovering over your leg in hesitation, “It’s complicated.” He dropped his hand to his side.
   “Isn’t the rain helping?” you mumbled, your sight now adjusting to the dark.
   “Yes,”
   “Then what?” 
   “I just . . . don’t want to wake you,”
   “Well, I’m already awake if that makes you feel better,” you jeered, a small smile forming on your lips.
   “It doesn’t,”
   “Nothing does,” you retorted, the inevitable annoyance you always felt when conversing with him already made its way up into your tone.
   He scoffed and stood from the bed, placing himself in the same spot on the floor with his head leaned up against the wall and his arm resting on his perched knee. 
   “Oh, so now you can’t handle a little attitude,” your tone came out incredulous, “You didn’t have any issues earlier when you blamed me for that guy’s escape. Which, he didn’t even get to do, might I add,”
   “I was projecting,” he replied, gaze still focused on the door opposite to him.
   You blinked, “Are you so tired that you’re actually admitting to being a dick?”
   “I know I can be a dick, but you threw yourself straight into the line of fire twice today. So I don’t really give a shit if I was mean to you,”
   “I only did that because you almost got shot twice today. Don’t take your anger out on me for your incompetence. Just say ‘thank you’ and move on already,”
   “Incompetence?” His head jerked in your direction. “What was incompetent was that you couldn’t keep yourself composed,”
   You sat up. “What in the hell are you talking about? My behavior is what got our target to basically give himself up to us! It was me that trapped him, not you!” His composure tensed and you crossed your arms over your chest, “You’re just mad your dick got hard so if anything you’re the one who couldn’t keep their compos-” His hand was wrapped around your throat and you were pinned to the mattress before you could finish your sentence.
   “Shut the fuck up,” he hissed at you, his face mere inches from yours.
   “Why?” You spoke hoarsely around his tightening grip, “Does the Big Bad Wolf not like that he was turned on? Who’s the prude now?”
   “Turned on?” He spat, his free hand resting by your head to cage you in, “You think what you did earlier turned me on?”
   You grasped at the hand around your throat and pried slightly to speak, “Fight me or fuck me, Barnes. But stop lying to yourself, it’s getting old,”
   The room seemed to freeze over and Bucky paused. His hesitation was enough to elicit the fire from earlier and your legs squirmed a little underneath him. God, you hoped he chose the latter.
   Then his lips crashed against yours. 
   You squeaked at the sudden onslaught but threw your arms around his shoulders and pulled him in tighter against you. He dropped when you intertwined your legs, his full weight pressing against you deliciously. You ground up against him, your core aching from the previous hours and the small friction elicited a moan from the both of you. 
   “So impatient,” he scolded, bringing the hand from around your throat down to your hips and pressing you into the bed. “What a whore,”
   His breath danced along your cheek and you mewled at his words. Gods, he was going to be the death of you. Or the beginning. 
   You breathed in deeply, his sandalwood scent intoxicating you in a manner that alcohol never could. When you drank, you were just drunk. But when you took a sip from the tall glass that was Bucky, it brought you to life. Your body sang melodies wherever you were plastered against each other and your skin burned with need.
   Touch me, your body screamed, touch me.
   “Fuck off,” you groaned and Bucky jerked your head to the side, exposing your neck for him to scavenge.
   The goosebumps that danced across your skin when he ran his warm tongue up from the curve of your neck to the bottom of your ear brought an arrogant smirk onto Bucky’s face. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged when he reached a particularly sensitive spot that had your legs shaking when he kissed it sloppily. 
   Your mouth hung open in silent pleasure and your breaths were short and rapid, your body betraying all forms of control you previously had over yourself. The hand that wasn’t residing in his hair trailed down his muscled arm and you gripped at the brawn this man possessed. His skin reminisced lightly of silk despite the rough texture of his hands. 
  The same hands that now made its way into your hair and tugged at the strands at the base of your neck, jolting your chin higher into the air. Your grip tightened around his biceps and the strength they emitted sent a pool rushing to your core. You continued hunting until you found the hem of his black, cotton shirt and you made your way up his taut abdomen. You let out a sigh and he jumped lightly at the sensation of your cool fingertips across his scorching skin. It was a nice contrast for him. 
   You gripped at the shirt and hastily ripped the cotton upward. Bucky broke away from his descent down to your chest to let you remove the fabric and you’d suddenly wished you’d turned the lights on first. He mimicked your action and tossed your shirt in a deserted corner of the room to potentially be abandoned. You gasped when the cold air of the room grazed upon the perked mounds of your breasts. 
   His lips returned to their spot on the dip of your neck and his tongue slithered down in between your breasts. Your breath hitched when his wet muscle made its way up to the apex of your chest. His right hand mirrored his tongue and swirled around your nipple, his teeth pulling eagerly every so often and you hissed at the delectable pain. Your eyes devoured the scene unfolding on your chest and you reached over to flick the light on, desperate for a clearer image.
   Bucky halted and his metal arm reached over to switch the light back off but you swatted his hand away and he backed up lightly, his irritation evident on his face.
   “I want to watch,” you grumbled and shifted up to bring your lips back up to his. He let you. He pushed back lightly with his own lips and leaned in sync with your movements. He parted his mouth slightly and you followed suit, letting him lead his way into yours with the same muscle he’d just had flicking across your breasts.
   The light went off.
   You pushed him away and shot towards the switch but metal met your wrist firmly enough to keep you in place. “Bucky.” You wrestled against his hold and turned your full attention back to the figure hovering above, “I want to see you,” 
   Despite the darkness, you noticed his mouth twitch but his grip on your wrist remained solid. You sprawled back onto the bed and wrapped your free hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down onto you, pressing his surprisingly soft lips onto yours. You broke apart, his lips a hair’s breadth away from your own. “I want to see you,” 
   He didn’t move, only scanned your face over a few times and you brought him back down into a kiss. This one wasn’t like before. This one was warm, soft, patient. A ballet compared to its previous mosh pit. He danced along with you, an admission hidden somewhere in his tenderness.
   You hadn’t realized you’d been freed of his hold until you were wrapping that arm over his shoulder and the sound of a light humming began.
   “Fucker,” you jeered and the previous gentleness dissipated.
   “Shut up,” he ordered, pinning you back onto the bed and resumed his ministration on your breasts.
   The moan slipped past your lips at the sight and your chest heaved upwards, desperate for more stimulation. You licked your lips at how his mouth encased your nipple, his tongue flicking against the perked skin and you dropped your head back, shutting your eyes. You centered all of your attention anywhere that his bare skin touched your body and rubbed your aching clit against his v-line. 
   Your chest was pressed against the mattress before you could register what happened and the hard smack that met your ass evoked a yelp. Bucky pressed fully against your backside and he ground his dick down into your ass. He groaned at the sensation and you raised your ass onto him. You yelped again when Bucky ripped your leggings down and smacked the exposed skin on your ass.
   “Try something like that again and I’ll gag you around my cock ‘til you’re crying,” he growled, “Understood?”
   You nodded, wide-eyed and a mewling mess from the threatening promise of this God. 
   “Good girl,” he cooed, rubbing at the raw skin. “Now stay still for Daddy,”
  Bucky’s hand lingered on your reddening ass and the mattress dipped when he shifted to your side. He traced gentle circles onto your backside and pressed his lips on your shoulder blade, the butterfly kisses making their way down towards your spine and then lower. Your breathing grew uneven from the sheer amount of restraint you displayed. Your grip on the edge of the bed tightened when his tongue dragged from the point where your thigh and ass met all the way up to the bottom of your spine.
   “Fuck,” You shuddered, white-knuckling the blanket beneath you.
   Your skin blazed when you were met with another harsh slap. You mewled at the sensation, loving the fire that spread across your flesh and relaxed when his metal hand cooled the area. 
   Then his teeth bit into the cooling flesh and you jerked away despite yourself. Bucky tsked lowly and you chuckled at the hint of fear sprouting in your chest; you did not want to see whatever sinister expression resided on his face. 
   A strong hand gripped the roots of your hair and hauled you up. You followed his direction and knelt onto the ground between Bucky’s sprawled out legs, settling in your new position.
   “Oh, Doll,” he chastised, “you were so close,”
   “That shouldn’t count,” you retorted while Bucky pulled the blanket off the bed and lifted you up with his metal arm, shoving the barrier between your knees and the hard ground.
   “But it does.” His hands dove into his underwear and sprung his cock out onto your lips. “Now get to work,”
   Your eyes widened at the sight before you and you had to physically hold back from gulping. You were ashamed to admit your mouth watered in anticipation. You lifted your hands from his sculpted thighs and wrapped them around his length, enveloping just the tip past your parted lips. Bucky sighed and twitched in your mouth.
   You welcomed him in fully, or as much as you could anyway, and got straight to work, not bothering to act abashed at your desire. Your tongue swirled around his tip and you leaned into him until he hit the back of your mouth but you continued on, gagging around him when he’d gotten inside your throat. Bucky groaned when your throat tightened around him and he threw his head back, using his flesh hand to guide you up and down his shaft, showing you what he liked and didn’t. 
   “Fuck, Doll,” he groaned, “Just how I imagined your mouth would feel,”
   You pulled off him to comment when he shoved you all the way down to the hilt and you threw your hands up onto his thighs to hold yourself back. He used his metal arm to hold himself up and thrusted up into your salivating mouth desperately. He continuously hit the back of your throat and thick saliva coated his cock. Just as he promised, tears prickled at the corners of your eyes and he didn’t stop until your cheeks were drenched in the liquid.
   You let your jaw hang open, your tongue no longer swiveling around meticulous spots that you knew would make his legs buckle. No, you let him have the reigns. Let him fuck your mouth ‘til your throat grew bruised and jaw ached with fatigue. You committed his cries of pleasure to memory, the sounds euphoric to your ears. 
   He lifted his head and stared down at you with half-closed eyes. He was in heaven and you knew it. He watched you, how the tears trailed down, how your hands gripped at his thighs, how you stuck out your tongue just as you’d made it to the base of his cock to lick his balls in the most intoxicating way. Fuck. You were the intoxicating one. You brought out this side of him. This carnal desire that became him until he’d had to step out of the room just to compose himself. And he didn’t like being out of control. That’s why he always kept you at an arm’s distance.
   But now, watching as you sat between him with your mouth agape like the good girl that you were for him, he knew he’d never deny himself this pleasure again. Especially since you were so fucking good at it.
   He groaned, pulling you off his cock and grabbed tightly at your cheeks, nearly pinching your mouth together. “Tongue out.” He growled, waiting for your compliance.
   Your jaw ached with exhaustion but you managed to stick out the wet muscle as he pulled you closer into him and watched when he parted his lips above you, letting the saliva trail down from his mouth into yours. 
   “Swallow,” he ordered.
   But it was already done, and you left your mouth hanging open for more.
   “Jesus fucking Christ,” Bucky grumbled, putting his face right up against yours and feeding you once again; this time with a sloppy kiss that coated both your mouths in saliva.
   He brought you up from the floor and tossed you onto the bed before settling between your legs. The excitement in your eyes grew and he indulged in every minute of it. Bucky’s hand trailed down from your lower abdomen right above your pubic bone and pressed his palm into your neglected clit. The cry you let out was the unholiest thing he’d ever heard. 
   He slid his finger under the waistband of your underwear and flitted his gaze back up to your eyes, “Can I?”
   You nodded eagerly, dumbfounded that he would even ask and fought the temptation to grab your phone from the nightstand and record everything that was about to unfold. 
   At the first nod, Bucky slid your underwear down your legs and made a show of bringing the material up to his face. Your own went red hot and you hid behind your hands, poking through every millisecond to shamefully watch. He threw the panties into his open duffel and you squirmed in anticipation.
   “Remember the rules?” Bucky asked, brow lifted and already descending to your inner thigh.
   You nodded again.
   “I need to hear it, Doll,” he mumbled, kissing the inner part of your thigh, each placement closer and closer to where you needed him most.
   “Yes,” you whimpered out, “I remember the rules,”
   Bucky wanted to dive right in, he really did, but the way you sprawled yourself out so vulnerable for him, it incited a new pace that he wanted to follow. So, he did. He looked at you for a few moments, watched how the anticipation danced in your eyes, how your legs shook in wait and how you were already so goddamn wet for him.
   “This all for me?” he teased, mesmerized at your desire for him.
   You dropped a hand down to your side, near where his hands were wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place - and against his face. He cocked his head to the side, waiting for your answer.
   You nodded sheepishly and when he lifted an eyebrow in mock confusion you said, “You. Just you,”
   Like music to his ears. Just him. You weren’t for anyone else. He thought he felt his heart palpitate.
   He lowered himself down to your core and kissed your lip, drawing a desperate plea from you. You couldn’t wait anymore, couldn’t deal with the teasing. You were wet enough, needy enough, ready enough to take him, all of him. You’d been ready damn near the moment you first laid eyes on his arrogant smirk.
   “Buck - please,” you cried, drawling out the final word.
   The first kiss placed upon your soaked cunt erupted a sigh of relief and you laid back on the pillow, your eyes closed and mind gone with the sensation of those sloppy kisses blessing your needs. He flattened his tongue on your lips and licked upwards, stopping when your hips twitched into his mouth.
   “Sorry!” You apologized, fighting the desire to grind into his wet muscle. He’d just gotten started and you certainly didn’t want it to end so soon.
   He lifted his gaze up to you and you bit into your fist at the view, using the extremity to hold back your moans. He flicked his attention down again and repeated his motion, lapping at your fluids ‘til his beard was soaked in it. He shook his head into your cunt and his nose rubbed along your clit. The mewling that left your mouth urged him on and when you felt his muscle prodding at your entrance you threw your head back.
   “Please, Bucky.” You begged, bringing a hand up to tease your nipple.
   He prodded some more, his tongue gliding up from your clit and back down to your entrance, poking through enough to frustrate you. He wanted you to break for him. To lose all composure and control and just let him. He wanted you to submit to him but it wasn’t just that, it was more that he wanted to destroy you for any future experience you may have without him. He wanted you to come back to him, to need him, to beg for him and leave you with the understanding that nothing - no one - could compare to him. He wanted you. To himself. 
   So, when he could no longer refrain and had to use his metal arm to hold your hips down from squirming beneath him, he slipped two thick, rough fingers into your begging cunt. And the sound you emitted caused that carnal instinct to claw at the barriers caging it in.
   Your hand shot down, tangling itself into his hair and pushing him harder against you. He allowed it. Your thighs held him in place, crushing him with your soft skin and he groaned at the warmth you gave off. You pulled your hand away from your mouth and grabbed at his metal one resting on your pubic bone, pulling it up to your chest and wrapping his fingers on the sensitive bud for him to tease. He slowly retracted from your chest and brought it back down onto your hips and you huffed in annoyance. You looked down at Bucky but his eyes were shut, completely engrossed in the feast before him. You bucked when his fingers glazed across that sensitive spot inside your velvety walls.
   “There!” You cried, your fist tightening in his hair when the all-too-familiar wave of ecstasy began to pool together, waiting for its release.
   Bucky complied, dragging the pads of his fingers up against that spot over and over again. Your legs caged him in tighter as his tongue swirled over the hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves and you cried out at the way your body tensed.
   “Fuck,” you cried, your hands desperately grasping onto Bucky’s metal wrist and tugging at the roots of his hair. Bucky’s groan of pleasure was what tipped you over the edge.
   You gasped when the pool building released, your body shaking with euphoria and the flood crashed down onto you. And apparently, onto Bucky as well. He pulled his mouth away but continued rubbing at your clit when warm liquid squirted onto his face and his expression of surprise mirrored your own.
   When Bucky looked up at you, your face burned with embarrassment and you threw your head back, using your hand to cover your countenance. Not to mention the sight of him with your juices all over his mouth was one of the hottest things you’d ever witnessed.
   Bucky chuckled at your sheepish apology and removed your hand from your face, bringing his soaked mouth up to yours and having you taste yourself. You devoured each other, your arms wrapped tightly around the other, pulling so fiercely at the innate desire to become one in shared pleasure. He could feel his pride swell at your hidden confession. You’d never squirted before and he was lucky enough to be the one to give you that experience for the first time. 
   You clawed at him, divulging in the warmth his body radiated and intoxicating yourself in everything that was Bucky. You couldn’t get enough of it, of him. It was nearly too much.
   His hand trailed up to your gaping mouth and he inserted his fingers, “Clean them,” he ordered.
   Your hand gripped his wrist and pulled his fingers deeper into your mouth, never breaking eye contact with him, loving the way he ate up everything he was seeing. You noticed the way he swallowed.
   He retracted his hand and wrapped it gently behind your head so you were resting on him. He brought his full weight down onto your body and a warmth emanated in your chest when he brought his lips up against your forehead, each kiss closer and closer to your lips until they met their destination. When you parted your mouth against his, it wasn’t merely an action of carnal desire, it was like you were exchanging life forces. Merging and meeting in a manner that had your body exploding and crying out for more of the faint familiarity. Like seeing an old friend for the first time in years.
   Bucky looked down between your bodies at where you were about to connect before staring back up at you, taking you in as if he would never have this opportunity again. His thumb brushed your cheek and came to a rest on your bottom lip. “Ready?”
   You chuckled, “Fuck me,”
   He shoved inside in one clean motion and a breath of pleasure slid past both of your lips.
   “Fuck,” he groaned, his hand tightening slightly around your neck and he pulled out slowly then shot back inside and you moaned.
   You were still so sensitive from your previous climax that every brush against your clit sent you into a whirlwind of pleasure, the sensations shooting through every nerve in your body. 
   “Bucky,” you whined when his pace quickened and the sheer force of his thrusts drove you deeper into euphoria.
   He filled you just right, his girth and length impressive and you wondered why you hadn’t tried to screw him earlier. He slid past your tight walls, each thrust causing the room to echo with the sounds of skin slapping and moans of ecstasy. 
   He kept his actions controlled, not wanting to build up to something so intense just for it to fall short and end fast. No. Despite how good you felt wrapped around his aching and swollen cock, despite how warm and welcoming you were, how you spread yourself out for him to consume, he had to leash himself. This was going to be just as good for you as it was for him. 
   He kissed you one last time before gripping the back of your knees and bringing your thighs up to your chest, a shout of praise falling off your lips. He was drunk on the sight of his cock going in and out of your cunt and he threw his head back with a groan.
   “What a fucking pretty pussy,” he breathed out and you whimpered, biting your lip at the welcome profanities.
   At this angle, he was fucking against your g-spot and using his pubic bone to rub against your clit and watching the thin layer of sweat sheen off his skin was all too much to keep yourself put together. His eyebrows scrunched together and you caught him taking in your form, watching how your pleasure displayed itself on your face for him to bear witness to. Only him.
   He growled at the intrusion of thoughts that came to him. He pictured someone else in his position, someone else witnessing you so vulnerable and open to them, someone else fucking you and making you beg for them. It disgusted him. He brought his torso down and latched his teeth to your neck, biting down hard enough to have you tearing up.
   “Mine,” he growled into your ear and lulled his head forward when you tightened around him.
   A sinister smirk came to his face and he licked the shell of your ear, your breathy moans feeding him, “You like that?” He asked, pistoling further into your cunt and you shouted at the increase of pace, “You like when I tell you who you belong to?”
   Your mouth hung agape and the one arm wrapped around his shoulder pulled him closer to you, your desperation for his warmth taking control. “Fuck . . . off,” you hissed between breaths.
   He pulled out and yanked you up by your hair, twisting you around and pressing your torso into the wall but keeping your ass propped up for him to admire. You hissed at the pain when a sharp smack met your ass and your hands gripped at the wall for any way to ground yourself and prevent from becoming putty in his hands.
   Another hard smack met your ass and you lurched forward to get away from the sting. Bucky kept your head pinned to the cement, his hand holding your cheek from scraping the wall but applying a pressure that had your tongue lolling out of your mouth. 
   You moaned at the intrusion in your pussy and he plummeted in and out, a mix of your grunts and groans bouncing around the room. His pace constantly changed. One second it was fast, the next it was slow but filling, going so far as to hit your cervix a few times and leave you a crying mess under his hold. Your shoulder scraped along the wall and you fought to push away only to have your chest slammed harder against the cement.
   You brought a hand out, reaching behind yourself and grasping for Bucky’s hip, pushing him deeper into you when he slowed. Your nails dug into his flesh and the sound of his hiss shot straight to your core. 
   “What a goddamn whore,” he spat, bringing his teeth down onto your neck and you gripped at his hair.
   You laughed at his statement, “You’re the one that can’t get enough of this pussy. Why so desperate to claim it? Afraid I'll fuck someone else?” Bucky pulled you back and slammed you against the wall with vigor, causing you to flinch
   He stopped his thrusts altogether, “My patience only goes so far, Doll,” he threatened, tugging at your hair and you bit back a cry, “Choose your words wisely,”
   You nodded hastily, the rough texture of the wall digging into your cheek and splitting skin. You wriggled up against him to continue moving but he retracted completely and flipped you over so he was laying on the bed and you were straddling him.
   “Move,” he ordered, his hands digging bruises into your waist.
   You leaned over, pressing your chest against his to lift your hips up and down on him but he pushed you back up and held your arms behind your back to keep you in place. You whimpered but the cry quieted when you rubbed your clit against him and your pussy clenched at the friction. You moaned out a breathy fuck and swiveled your hips around his, noting how much deeper he filled you in this position.
   “Buck-” you huffed, eyes glued to the glistening abs beneath you. “I’m gonna cum,”
   “Already?” He jeered, an eyebrow raised in amusement.
   You’d lost all energy to sneer at him, your focus solely on how the sensation grew and began pooling in your cunt. “Cock . . . so good,” you breathed out, barely able to keep yourself from melting into him.
   “What was that, Doll?” He stilled your movements and you groaned in annoyance.
   You wriggled in his hold and you could tell by the furrow of his brow that he was fighting to keep control as well. You leaned over him, your lips hovering over his, “Mine,”
   His grip flew to the back of your neck and he crashed your lips onto his, giving you full reign again. You bounced your hips on his dick, slamming down vigorously and rubbing your clit in effect. It didn’t take long for your climax to build again.
   “’M gonna . . .” you whispered and Bucky placed you back up, gripping your hips and swiveling you around how you were earlier.
   “Cum, Doll,” he allowed, “Cum all over this cock,”
   You cried out, your toes curling as the dam in your core snapped and your climax washed over you. You hadn’t realized your fingers were intertwined with Bucky's until you came back down from your high, your chest heaving for breath.
   He sat up slowly and pressed his lips against your neck. “You’re beautiful,”
   Your body tensed at his words and you pulled away to give him a look of confusion. But he didn’t take his statement back, only slipped his hands around your back and gently placed you onto the bed, hovering over you.
   He moved with caution, like his gentleness might scare you off if he touched you too tenderly or stared too long in admiration. But he couldn’t help it, he did admire you.
   He spread your legs open and nestled between them, pushing into you slowly until your hips met and you both breathed out. His movements weren’t nearly as brutal as they were earlier, these thrusts were slow and deep and full of intention. He brought his torso down onto yours and you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him closer to you.
   He ran his hand, the only one he allowed himself to touch you affectionately with, through your hair and stared down at you, waiting. His gaze shifted between your lips to your eyes and he ran his thumb delicately along your mouth.
   You looked at him then, really looked at him with fresh eyes and your heart leapt into your throat at the realization. “Kiss me,” you whispered and he lowered himself onto your lips, setting off an explosion in your chest.
   “I’m yours,” he whispered, not able to bring himself to look at you, “I’ve been yours,”
   You opened your mouth to respond but he silenced you with a deep thrust and a moan erupted instead. He quickened his pace, watching where you connected and pushed deeper and harder, your cries of pleasure driving him. He had to fuck you, he couldn’t love you, he couldn’t make love to you, just fuck. That’s it. He couldn’t allow himself to replay your look of shock at his confession, though the scene would surely be on loop for the next few days until he could get over it. Just fuck. Nothing more. Not with that look of disbelief on your face.
   He held himself up with his forearms but you pressed him against you and wrapped your legs tighter around him. “Harder,” you whispered and he complied.
   He groaned when your tits bounced and brought his mouth to a nipple, the faint taste of sweat lingering on your skin. You brought his metal hand up to your chest and made him grip the flesh there but he pulled it back and placed it beside your head instead.
   “Bucky,” you whimpered and grabbed his hand again, bringing his open palm up to your lips and placing delicate kisses on the metal. “You can feel with it, right?”
   He nodded, hesitance sprawled on his face.
   “Then touch me,” you urged, bringing the hand down between your bodies and pressing the cold metal against your clit, “Feel me,”
   His brows furrowed slightly but the look of your certainty forced him to dismiss his own perceptions of his body; or rather, that arm. And when he began rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves the expression on your face made him hate it a little less. Only a little.
   You stared up at him, his pace growing erratic and sloppy and you knew he was close. “You wanna cum?” 
   He nodded, his hot breath coming out haggard and strained. You placed your hand on his cheek and brought him up to your kiss.
   “Then cum,” 
   He shook his head, “You first,” he swirled his finger around your swollen clit and you gasped at the force of his thrust.
   Your body tensed and you centered all your focus on his ministrations, “A little more pressure,” you directed and he quickly found a pressure that had you wobbling in the knees. “Close,” you murmured, gripping Bucky’s side and bringing your lips up to his neck to pepper the skin there.
   He groaned and judging by the way his dick twitched inside you, you knew he wasn’t far behind. 
   “Bucky,” you whispered, pulling his attention towards you and his gaze brought you closer to the edge, “I’m yours,”
   He blinked and his pace faltered for half a beat. He examined your facial expression, like he didn’t believe the words you’d spoken. Not like he couldn’t believe them, but like you’d said them just to appease him. 
   You placed your forehead against his, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to center yourself in the haze of this fucking. “Yours,” you repeated, all the emotion residing in your chest poured into the singular word. 
   And then he was back to drilling you into the mattress, a new vigor fueling his thrusts. You cried out and Bucky pressed his sweaty torso flat against your own and it felt like the essence, the being, in your chest intermingled with his own and all the climaxes you’d previously experienced couldn’t hold a match to the flame, the intensity, the rawness of the one that washed over the both of you in that moment.
   Bucky moaned out, his hips bucking into yours and you rode out both of your highs. The sensation consuming and overwhelming and welcome on both ends as it flooded through your bodies, meeting at your point of contact.
   His arms flexed above you with the ferocity of his climax and the display had you writhing beneath him, already desperate for more.
   “Buck,” you whispered when his breathing evened out after he collapsed onto you.
   He didn’t respond, afraid it had all been a dream, a trick, despite still being inside you. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to shatter the perfection of this moment. What if you’d only said that to get him to finish faster? What if you’d only fed him what he wanted to hear? What if-
   “Buck,” you repeated, pulling him from his daze and he lifted his head only slightly. You gripped his chin lightly and forced him to look you in the eye. “You’re . . . mine?”
   He wanted to shake his head, to tell you that he got caught up in the moment but instead he said, “Yours,” because he knew anything else would be a lie and he was tired of lying.
   You studied him and nodded, “Yours,” you stated, already rolling your eyes from the smirk forming on his face, “Unfortunately,”
   He brought your face to his and planted a tender kiss on your lips. He started shifting his position and grabbed the underwear he’d been wearing earlier before pulling out and using the cloth to clean the mess pooling out of you. But not before taking a mental picture, of course. 
   After a few minutes of laying together, his hand playing with a few strands of hair, you felt the warm welcome of sleep beginning to drag you into its embrace. You opened your eyes groggily and looked up at Bucky who was already looking down at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
   “I know about your night terrors,” you whispered and his actions halted momentarily before returning to brush through your hair, “I hear you sometimes. And I understand why you don’t want to go to sleep but,” you sat up slowly and placed the thick blanket down on the floor, dragging the pillow down with you and patting the open space beside you, “you should rest. I’ll be here to calm you or stay up with you. Whichever one you need,”
   He didn’t move at first, his ears drowning out any thought he could have while processing what you’d said. He’d stayed silent so long you’d thought you’d crossed a line.
   “I can always sleep on the bed if you’d prefer, though,”
   Bucky shook himself from his thoughts and edged closer to the floor, slowly descending into the available space and wrapping the blanket around the both of you as much as he could. “No,” he said, “I want you here,”
   You hummed in response and snuggled into his waiting arms, lightly wrapping your own around him, making sure to kiss the part of himself he hated the most before fatigue swept you up into its clutches. Bucky followed soon after. 
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6mads9 · 18 days ago
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camilo magrigal x fem!reader
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cw; spicy makeout(s?), some touching but no smut, she/her pronouns for y/n and he/him for camilo
“are you okay my love?” camilo shouted to his girlfriend, y/n.
“si, i’m okay” she answered but camilo could tell something was a bit off.
you see, y/n had been thinking of camilo all day. ALL. DAY. she was feeling incredibly turned on by everything camilo did and she felt really guilty for how she was thinking about him.
“hola mi vida,” camilo said with a smile as he walked into his room where y/n was sitting.
“hi camilo,” she blushed still thinking about those unholy things.
“what’s on your mind? i can tell something is bugging you.” he poked her cheek as she giggled.
“well there is something,”
“yeah? tell me.”
she looked him in the eyes, her face flushed. she kissed him passionately. his hands made their way to cup her face.
they both broke the kiss to take a breath only to connect their lips once again.
his hands roamed down to her thighs as hers made their way to his hair. tongues roaming each others mouths while camilo squeezed her thighs.
“camilo? abuela says you have to do your chor-“
they broke their kiss yet again and were met with a shocked dolores.
“oh dios mío..” her mouth hung open and she closed the door.
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law-nerd · 4 days ago
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Reunions And Birthdays [Bucky Barnes]
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Pairing : Chubby Baker!Bucky x Reader Warnings : Fluff, Body insecurity, Mutual pinning, Kissing, Oral sex, Vaginal fingering, Vaginal sex, Smut. Word Count : 5,4 K Summary : It happened by chance that you stumbled into Bucky's bakery one rainy night. At that point, it's been years since you last saw him in high school. It doesn't take long for old feelings to resurface. It was so easy to remember why you had liked Bucky for so long in high school. For him, it was easy to remember why he never acted on his own feelings. But you were determined to make him see what you saw in him. A/N : This is what comes after three cups of coffee and four months of writer's block. Enjoy.
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Bucky looked up to the door of the bakery when he heard the bell ring. He paused, frozen where he stood and had been sweeping. You cursed under your breath, trying to pat down your wet hair. “Hello,” your voice still sounded so sweet. “I’m sorry to just barge in, but I saw the light was still on…” you trailed off, looking at Bucky. He tried straightening his back as a pathetic attempt of appearing confident in front of you. “Bucky?” he pulled his lips into a thin line.
“Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted awkwardly. This was not the reunion he had meticulously planned out in his head so many times since graduating high school. Your smile grew brighter, and you gave an excited little giggle as you approached him. “Wow, Bucky, I haven’t seen you since high school. How’ve you been?” you engulfed Bucky in a hug, and he went stiff as his composure faltered. You smelled so good.
“I’ve been good, and you?” he wished he could swoon you, but he’d lost both his looks and his charm after coming home from the army. You, however, seemed to only have grown more beautiful. “I’ve been great, thank you,” you said with a wide smile.
“What are you doing here?” he asked before an eerie silence could fall over the two of you. “I just needed to get out of the rain,” you explained, pointing a thumb over your shoulder to indicate to the outside of the bakery. Then you held your phone up in front of you. “My phone died, and I was wondering if I could maybe borrow yours just to call an Uber to take me home.”
With every ounce of confidence that he still had buried deep inside of him, Bucky took a breath and tried to look you in your eyes. “I can take you home, if you like.” “Really?” “Yeah, sure, I just need to finish closing up here,” he shrugged as if it was no big deal to him but could practically hear how fast his heartbeat was. “Thank you, I’d really appreciate it,” Bucky looked away before he could get lost in your features.
He turned his back on you and started putting the cleaning supplies away and switching off the lights of the bakery.
“So, what have you been up to since high school? I don’t recall seeing you at the reunion,” you asked as Bucky locked up the bakery. He tried not to groan at the question.
There were reasons for that. Bucky knew vaguely how the rest of his year had flourished, including you. He wouldn’t want to face the humiliation when he went to the reunion single, fat and with nothing to show for himself other than his bakery. Bucky turned around, suddenly caught off guard at how close you were standing to him now.
“Not much,” he murmured, starting to walk you towards his car. “Opened the bakery a couple of years back, but nothing other than that,” he cringed inwardly at how truly pathetic he sounded. “How about you?” he asked with a resigned sigh, trying to move the focus off himself. You went on to tell Bucky all about your escapades after high school, being sure to mention everything. You caught him up all the way from college to last week.
He found himself smiling when he realised you hadn’t mentioned that you had gotten married or engaged, or even that you were seeing someone. Not that it meant he would ever have a chance with you. If he didn’t have a chance with you in high school, he most certainly didn’t have a chance with you now.
Bucky sped down the dark, quiet roads. He was getting lost in the soothing sound of your voice, occasionally laughing when you brought up another cringy high school memory. You hadn’t lost your spark over the years. Bucky was happy for you, for everything you’ve accomplished.
“I used to have the biggest crush on you,” you said with a giggle, managing to very quickly yank Bucky out of his reverie. His neck turned so quickly so that he could face you, he was surprised he hadn’t snapped his neck. His face was suddenly red, and he had to remind himself to look back at the road. “What?” he didn’t like the way his voice cracked as if he was a goddamn teenager all over again. He coughed to clear his throat. “Really?” he tried saying more calmly. Your short giggle made him need to shift in his seat.
“Yeah,” you looked away from Bucky, gazing out the window instead. “But you were so far out of my league, I was too scared to do anything about it.” “Me? Out of your league?” Bucky had to scoff. You looked at him again. “Well, yeah. You were the cool, mysterious guy that all the girls were fawning over,” you shook your head dismissively. “I don’t know, I was still a kid,” you tried to offer as an explanation.
It was silent for a few seconds before you laughed again. “I remember in senior year I was hoping you would ask me to prom, so I said no to every other guy who asked me. But you never did, so I ended up going with my friend’s brother instead,” you were smiling, but Bucky didn’t think it was a particularly happy memory. “Who did you go with again? Donna…something. Dorothy?” Bucky laughed. “Dolores, yeah, not my best night.”
Up until Bucky parked his car in front of your building, the two of you sat reminiscing about your high school days, sharing old memories and laughing at how bad your teen years had been. “I know it’s late,” you broke the silence. “But would you like to come up for something to drink?”
Bucky wanted to, he really wanted to. But he wanted to do a lot more with you than just have something to drink. And that was never going to happen. Despite you admitting your high school crush on him, Bucky knew there was no way you would want him now. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the heartbreak again. Not now when it would feel ten times worse than it did all those years ago.
“It is late,” he spoke a little softer. “I should probably head home, I have an early morning tomorrow,” he looked away from you. “Oh,” you tried to hide your disappointment. “Okay,” you forced a smile. “Another time, maybe,” Bucky nodded, not wanting to believe the false promise. He unlocked the car door for you. “Thanks for the ride, it was good seeing you again, Bucky.”
Bucky made his lips curve into a smile when he looked at you. “No problem, and it was good seeing you too.”
With nothing left to say, you got out of his car, gave him a small wave, and rushed to get inside your building. Bucky stared longingly after you, watching you disappear from his view. He’d missed his chance back then, and he knew he didn’t have one now. It was like a cruel joke the universe had played on him tonight, sending you into his bakery.
Bucky cursed himself out loud and took off. He’d never been more annoyed at himself. What if he had asked you to prom? Would you have gone with him? Would the two of you have ended up together? Would you have gotten married? Would you have loved him regardless of how he looked now? Or would you have left him either way?
*
It was Friday. The bakery was always busy on a Friday, but it seemed to have quieted down now that it was nearing closing time. A few people were sitting in the bakery, enjoying something sweet. “Could I have a chocolate muffin and a slice of cheesecake, please?” Bucky had to do a double take when he looked up to see you smiling at him. He still wasn’t sure that he wasn’t hallucinating. “Sure,” he said pathetically, almost tripping over his own feet as he went to pack your order. “How was your week?” you asked while he rang up your order.
“Good. Good, and yours?” he coughed. “Good thank you. I would’ve stopped by sooner, but work kept me after hours this week.”
Bucky didn’t look at you as he set the little white box down in front of you and took your money. “What are you doing this weekend?” you asked when Bucky gave you your change, catching him off guard. He tried to look at you. “I don’t know,” he rushed out. Despite his obvious nerves, he saw you smile.
“Would you like to go out tomorrow? There’s this little Italian place a block from my apartment that I’ve been wanting to try.” “I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Bucky said before he could get lost in the fantasy. “Oh,” you felt the same disappointment you had felt when he had dropped you off at your apartment a couple of days ago. But you tried to hide it by smiling. “Okay,” your voice was softer. Disappointed, you took your box and took a step away from the counter. “I’ll see you around then,” Bucky awkwardly greeted you, then watched you disappear.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Steve smacked Bucky over the head as soon as the door shut behind you. Bucky looked at Steve angrily, furiously rubbing the back of his head. “What?” “That poor girl probably had to build up the courage all the way over here to put herself out there and you practically just shot her in the face.” “I did not,” Bucky argued, narrowing his eyes at Steve. Steve shook his head.
“All these years and you’re still just as oblivious as when I met you,” Bucky rolled his eyes and looked away. “She pities me, that’s all it is.”
*
The next time you came to the bakery, it was about two weeks later and you had brought a few friends with you. Bucky didn’t recognise any of them, figuring you must have met them after high school.
“Hey, Bucky,” you greeted him cheerfully. “Hey, (Y/N),” the other two girls were giggling by themselves, and Bucky wondered if they were laughing at him. “I was wondering if I could order a cake?” you drew his attention away from your friends and he looked at you. “Sure, what would you like?” he reached for a notepad and pen as you told him what you wanted.
“What’s the occasion?” he asked. “It’s my birthday next week,” you answered, your smile growing mischievous. Bucky looked up from his notepad. “Oh, well-” “Would you like to come to my birthday?” you interrupted him. “And you can’t say no, because it’s my birthday,” you smiled cheekily.
Bucky sighed, weighing his options. Was this just an attempt to humiliate him? Were you getting revenge on him now because of what happened in high school? Now that he was more of a nobody.
“Bring a friend,” you said, taking his silence as compliance. You set an invitation down in front of him and then you just…left. Bucky looked down at the invitation. Seeing that you had put your number near the bottom of the card. “Hey, Steve?” he called out without looking away from the card. “Yeah?” “You got plans next week Saturday?”
*
Bucky spent the week putting all his attention and effort on your cake, and into the thought of what he should get you for your birthday. But nothing could prepare him for when he finally arrived at your apartment for your party. You had said there would only be a few people, just close friends and family. It still unnerved him. Steve gave Bucky a pat on the shoulder and knocked on the door.
You greeted them with open arms, and quickly took to showing them around. You were living in the penthouse, so Bucky figured you must earn well at your job. You pointed out where the food was, introduced them to your friends and family, gave them each a drink and told them that tonight was just about having fun.
“I’m glad you could make it,” you said. “Well, you didn’t give me much of a choice,” Bucky said with a chuckle. “No, I didn’t, but I’m still glad you came,” your smile warmed his heart.
Bucky didn’t know anyone there and felt awkward without you or Steve to talk to. Steve had taken a liking to one of your friends and had left Bucky behind to talk with her instead. You were mingling through the crowd, trying to give everyone the same amount of your attention. So, Bucky stood awkwardly to the side and settled for people watching. Although his eyes mainly drifted back to you.
You were still just as beautiful as you had been in high school, in fact, Bucky would argue that you’d grown even more beautiful over the years. Long legs, soft lips, smooth skin, eyes he could get lost in, hair he wanted to run his fingers through. A back he wanted arching off his bed. Breasts he wanted to hold in his hands. Thighs he wanted wrapped around his head. A mouth he wanted lapping at his cock. Fingers he wanted threaded through his hair. An ass he wanted to spank. Hips he wanted to bruise.
Fuck.
“Hey, Bucky,” you were giddy, and Bucky would guess slightly tipsy. Not drunk, just relaxed. You fell down to sit on the couch beside him. “Having fun so far?” you crossed your legs on the couch and took a sip of your drink. “Something like that. How about you, birthday girl? Enjoying yourself?” “Very much.”
Shoulders he wanted to sink his teeth into. A neck he wanted to suck bruises into.
You spent the rest of the night beside Bucky, the two of you falling into a comfortable, flowing conversation about anything and everything. Bucky hadn’t realised how late it had gotten, until he realised that people were slowly leaving. Which he only realised when Steve said he was calling it a night. And before long, the two of you were alone on your couch eating cake.
“You never opened your presents,” Bucky spoke past the cake in his mouth. You scoffed. “Please, I’m not twelve. I’m not going to open my presents while everyone has to watch,” Bucky chuckled, then reached back to get the gift he had gotten you. “Well, I want to see you open mine.”
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe Bucky had finally warmed up to you enough to be comfortable again, but he found it easier to talk to you. You set down your plate. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” you said as you unknotted the bag. “I wanted to.”
Bucky watched your face as you went through the gifts. A few body lotions and perfumes and a necklace. And then a small box near the bottom which you assumed would be another piece of jewellery, but when you unwrapped it you saw that it was a corsage.
“It’s stupid. But I thought since I didn’t ask you to prom and you really wanted to go with me…I don’t know what I thought,” thinking back now, Bucky realised that it had been a stupid idea. But then you laughed gleefully and slipped the corsage onto your wrist. Then you tugged Bucky’s hand until he stood and dragged him closer to the speaker. You skipped through your phone until a slower song started playing.
You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s middle, not being tall enough to have your arms comfortably rest on his shoulders. You buried your face in his chest and started swaying gently to the rhythm of the music. Bucky was stiff, so it took him a while to start moving with you, and it took even longer for him to wrap his own arms around your smaller body.
Bucky didn’t know what to do. He was too on edge. Did he smell okay to you? Were you bothered by his stomach pressing into you? You on the other hand sighed in contempt, satisfied with how the night had played out. You felt so safe in Bucky’s embrace. You felt comforted. He was so warm and soft. You nuzzled your face into his chest, breathing in the smell of him.
You knew Bucky didn’t return your affection, but you would savour this moment and have it last as long as possible. One song faded into another, and another, and another. And your heart ached harder with the end of each song, tightening your hold on Bucky instead of letting him go. It hurt that he still didn’t want you, even after all this time. You spent nights wondering why and what you were doing wrong. But the only conclusion you could come to was that some people just weren’t attracted to the people who were attracted to them. And there was nothing you could do about it.
When you sniffed, Bucky looked down at you. He was about to write it off as just a sniff, when you did it again. He moved his shoulder to get you to look up at him, seeing your eyes slightly glazed. “What’s wrong?” you just shook your head and tried to smile. “Nothing,” you lied.
For a moment, Bucky just stared at you. If he hadn’t heard you sniff, he wouldn’t have thought twice about it. Your smile was so convincing. “I should…I should get going,” Bucky murmured when the song ended. But he didn’t move to let you go, he didn’t even look away from your face.
You placed your hands on his chest, staring longingly into his eyes before glancing down at his lips. Your hands slid up his chest, one hand cupping his neck, the other threading through the hair at the nape of his neck. Bucky liked the way your fingers felt in his hair, it was much better than he had imagined.
He was leaning into you without even realising it. You bit your lip in anticipation as Bucky seemed to lean in closer and closer to your lips. His nose touched yours and you gently tilted his head to the side, both hands now cupping his face. His warm breath hit your face. His lips were parted, and so were yours. He was so close. With your eyes only half open, you could still see how flushed his face was. So close…
His lips barely grazed yours, and he pulled back an inch when they did. Your thumbs rubbed his cheeks, trying to soothe him. He leaned in again. “I ugh…I should…” he whispered so softly. “I should go…before I…you don’t want…” “How do you know what I want?” your lips touched his when you spoke.
He was so close. You heart was going a million miles an hour, you could feel the heat in your face and the nerves running through your body, but you didn’t pull away. Or let him pull away. “I want you, Bucky. So much,” you finally confessed. “Please don’t play with me,” his voice sounded so broken, like he was begging.
You kissed him first. Gasping when his mouth was finally on yours. Your mouth was instantly open trying to get your tongue into his mouth, but his tongue fought against yours. His hands were everywhere at once. Your hair, your face, your ass. Pulling you into him. You were so focused on trying to get your tongue into his mouth, you didn’t even realise he was backing you up until your back hit the wall.
You licked his bottom lip before delving back in, your arms loosely draped over his shoulders playing with his hair. You heard him give a little moan and a sigh. He had a hand fisted in your hair as he switched between tightening and loosening his grip. You were up on your toes, trying to keep your mouth on his. You felt a hand on your breast, squeezing through your shirt. You moaned as his grip on your breast tightened.
He was the one to pull away. Your head hit the wall, your eyes barely open. “I should really go,” he panted. You swallowed heavily and looked up at him, your own breathing just as laboured as his. You cupped his jaw and pulled him back down to your mouth. “I never want to stop kissing you,” you whispered right before you kissed him again.
This time you managed to catch him off guard, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You languidly stroked his tongue with yours, locking your arms around his neck to keep him from pulling away. You loved the feeling of his tongue against yours. Your lips against his, his teeth practically clashing against yours. The kiss heated up again, and you felt him licking at your bottom lip, his saliva staying behind on your skin.
“No,” he broke away again. “No,” he panted. You chased after his mouth, managing another kiss before he straightened up and you couldn’t reach his mouth. You panted heavily, staring at his chest as it rose and fell rapidly while he tried to calm his own breathing. You didn’t dare to look up at his face, scared of what you would see. Regret? Disgust? Anger?
“I’m sorry,” you apologised quickly, pinching your eyes shut to will away the hurt of rejection. “(Y/N), I-” “I still like you, a lot. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you when you clearly don’t feel the same way.”
“You don’t like me,” you almost missed it. You looked up at him, seeing nothing but hurt on his face. “What do you mean?” now you saw anger. Bucky stepped away from you. “Look at me, (Y/N)!” he backed further away. “Look at me and tell me you find me attractive,” you stepped closer to him, reaching out for him. “I do. I find you attractive.”
Bucky scoffed. “Right.” “Did I not just kiss you?” you almost shouted. “Did I not just tell you that I like you?” you took another step until you were in his face again. “Or maybe it’s a cruel joke on me,” that hurt you more than it probably should have. “Is that what you think of me?” you took a step back. “That I would visit you at your bakery, ask you out twice, invite you to my birthday party, tell you that I still like you, kiss you, just to play with your feelings for no reason? You think I’m that horrible?” “Nobody loves someone that looks like me,” he said coldly.
You were shocked, to say the least. But when he moved to go to the door, you grabbed at him, slamming your mouth down on his again. You pressed against him, forcing him to walk backwards. Bucky was too stunned and confused to do anything. You pushed at him until the back of his legs hit your couch and he was forced to sit down. Without breaking the kiss, you got on top of him, threading your hands through his hair and keeping your mouths together.
He was kissing you back, despite his earlier words. You yanked at your button-down shirt, popping the buttons open with one hand while the other was still fisted in Bucky’s hair. You tossed the shirt aside, left in your bra. You pressed your chest against Bucky’s, sighing into the kiss. Bucky’s hands hesitantly settled on your hips. He loved the feeling of your soft skin.
He cupped your breasts, squeezing harder when you grinded over his groin. You pulled away from the kiss first, watching as Bucky’s eyes instantly slipped to your breasts, not looking anywhere else. You almost wanted to laugh at his fixation with your breasts. You tugged at Bucky’s shirt, wanting to pull it over his head, but he stopped you. “I meant what I said, Bucky. I want you, just the way you are.” “I should-” “I swear to God if you tell me ‘you should go’, I’m going to smack you,” you paused, nostrils flaring as you looked at him. “If you can look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t want me, that you don’t like me at all, I’ll let you leave.”
Bucky looked up at you, seeing the set determination in your eyes. “I…” for a moment you thought that was exactly what he as going to say, but then he sighed and looked away. “I’m not an easy person to love.” “I’m sure I’ll manage,” you spoke softer again. “You sure you want to be in a relationship with…with me?” “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” you smiled at how Bucky was slowly giving in to you. “Me? Of all the people you could have, you want me?” you giggled. “Yes, I want you.”
He sighed again. “I do like you, a lot,” he confessed softly. You felt your heart flutter. “Then please don’t push me away,” you kissed your way up from his neck to the corner of his mouth. Pausing teasingly before planting a firm kiss to his lips.
You yelped when Bucky suddenly stood with you in his arms. He carried you all the way to your bedroom, his mouth never leaving yours. Bucky gently sat you down on the bed, then got down on his knees between your legs. You bit your lip as you looked down at him. The sight of him between your legs set a fire ablaze in your stomach. Bucky took off your shoes and then went for your pants. You lifted your hips so that he could tug your jeans down your legs.
You almost moaned at the sight of him looking up at you. “Fuck, Bucky,” you ran a hand through his hair. “I want to do so many things to you,” he pulled your panties down your legs as well. “Yeah?” your voice cracked. “Yeah.”
Bucky slid his hands up your back, fidgeting with the clasp of your bra and finally managing to unhook it on the third try. He tossed your bra aside as well, taking a moment to stare at your breasts.
He grabbed your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. He pushed one of your legs to the side to spread you open and draped your other leg over his shoulder. You gasped, trying to catch your breath, when Bucky pressed his mouth against you. You feel back, planting a hand at your side to keep you upright, while your other hand tightened the grip on his hair.
“Ah,” you threw your head back, loving the way his tongue felt as it slid inside of you. “Ugh,” your arm gave out and you fell onto your back. Bucky rubbed his tongue over your clit, using his grip on your hips to pull you closer to him. His soft hair tickled your inner thighs.
The hand that wasn’t in his hair, fisted at your sheets. You gasped when you felt two of his fingers tease your entrance, rubbing up at down your slit while his tongue played with your clit. You practically held your breath until his two fingers slid inside of you. You moaned, shutting your eyes and getting lost in the feeling of him. Of how his fingers curled deeply inside of you.
Bucky tried not to let his pride turn to arrogance at the sight of you quivering at his touch. His fingers hit a certain spot inside of you that made an animalistic moan leave your mouth as your back arched off your bed and your grip on his hair tightened as you tried to pull him impossibly closer. There it is. Bucky thought, smirking against you. He made sure to hit that spot again and again and again. Up until he felt your body tense under his grip.
“Ah,” your body twisted as your hips now bucked into his face. He slid his free hand up your body until he reached your breasts, taking one in his hand and starting to fondle it. You placed your hand, that had been fisting the sheets, over his on your breast. He pinched your nipple and squeezed the supple flesh.
You arched your back again, every muscle in your body tensing as a short but powerful orgasm washed over you. You shook, practically screaming Bucky’s name as he fingered you through your orgasm. Slowly, Bucky rose from between your legs, wishing he could take a picture of how you looked beneath him. Glistening with sweat, limp and panting.
“You look gorgeous,” he voiced his thoughts. You gave a short laugh, looking up at Bucky, too drained to even speak. You watched Bucky intently as he undressed, and he tried to ignore your gaze. Would you finally see something you didn’t like?
When he looked at you, completely undressed, he saw nothing but admiration and affection. A smile on your face. “Shit,” Bucky hissed. “What?” “I don’t have any condoms on me.” “Shit,” you repeated, trying to think if you had any.
“I…there’s always next time I guess,” Bucky chuckled awkwardly, running a hand through his hair. “Bathroom.” “Hmm?” “Bathroom drawer under the sink,” was all you said, not finding the energy to get up and go get it yourself.
You waited, spread out and limp on your bed, as Bucky went to get the condoms. He returned with a strip of three, tearing one off and opening it with his teeth. You watched him roll on the condom, finding the sight much more erotic than it probably was. Your eyes followed Bucky until he was between your legs again. You whined pathetically and reached for him when you realised he intended to stand between your legs.
When he didn’t move, you used the last of your energy to move up the bed so that he would have to get on top of you. “(Y/N),” he practically growled. All you did was hum, and then wait. With a heavy sigh, Bucky got on the bed and crawled on top of you, making you giggle.
You wrapped your legs around his middle and slid your hands up his back. You lifted your head so that you could kiss him, using a hand in his hair to keep his mouth against yours. With one hand planted beside your head, and the other gripping your thigh, Bucky slowly slid inside of you.
Your nails dug into his shoulder, making him moan. Bucky rocked his hips slowly until he was fully inside of you, both of you letting out simultaneous moans. Your back arched again, your breasts pressing against his chest. Bucky sighed into your mouth, breathing heavily as he started to move. He planted both hands beside your head, slowly starting to pick up his pace.
“Fuck,” his forehead dropped to your shoulder, his lips sloppily sucking your skin as he tried to keep up his composure. You whined, trying to meet his thrusts. Bucky unlatched one of your hands from his shoulder, you thought you were hurting him until he placed your hand between your body and his. He watched as you got the message and slid your hand down your body, between your legs to rub your clit. Bucky would never admit that it was one of the hottest things he had seen you do tonight.
He sucked at the skin of your neck, his hips starting to lose rhythm. He sunk his teeth into the spot where neck met shoulder, biting until he heard you whine. He sucked at the same spot, alternating between sucking and nipping at the skin. He lapped his way down to your breast, trying to cover as much of your breast with his mouth as possible, while his hand fondled the other one.
“Bucky,” you moaned, voice low and husky. Your body went rigid again, legs sliding up his back as you arched your back and came. Bucky thrusted once, twice, then came with a dark growl. His body almost collapsed on top of you, but he caught himself just in time and rolled off you. Slipping out of you in the process. You laid on your back panting for all of two seconds before you rolled over and curled into Bucky’s side.
You laid your head on his chest, shutting your eyes as you listened to his heartbeat. He wrapped his arm around you, holding you close and nuzzling his face into your hair.
“Would you like to go to that Italian restaurant tomorrow night?” Bucky suddenly asked, breaking the silence and pulling you from your sleep. You smiled. “Yeah, I would.”
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panic-in-the-mcu · a month ago
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Dating Kate Bishop would include
Pairings: Kate Bishop x reader
Imagine: Dating Kate Bishop would include
Warnings: none
A/N Hawkeye spoilers ahead. So I freaking love Kate, so much, I loved her before she came to the mcu and I love her even more now
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You would definitely adopt Lucky the pizza dog together as your child
Together all three of you would eat a lot of pizzas 🍕
Purple clothes, just a lot of purple clothes
And on the note of clothes you would definitely love whenever she wears that black suit
and you would definitely steal her beanie
She would so try to teach you how to shoot arrows or to defend yourself for when she can’t be with you
She would probably rant about Hawkeye to you and how much he is her fave avenger
On that note you would rant to her about your favorite superhero
You would need learn how to patch her up after her many adventures were she accidentally hurt herself
But then again you would probably join in on the dumb shit she sometimes does
You most definitely took half of the blame for the destroyed clock tower
The first thing she does after meeting Clint Barton is to call you all excited on what happened
Only for you to worry about her even more than usual
You would definitely be an anxious person
Both of you went to the Rogers musical together and left a bit after half of it went past as Kate got reminded of when her father died
After the musical you would head home to your shared apartment and you would cuddle eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms
The same would go after Kate had gotten hurt or if anyone of you were sad
You would definitely not threaten Clint if he hurt Kates feelings in any way note the sarcasm
In the end you would end up good friends with Clint as both you and him had to drag Kate out of trouble sometimes or more like you dragging Kate and Clint out of trouble
You would be the only one Kate would listen to about getting rest
Kate loves when you ask if you could try archery, and if she could be your teacher
You would love how her face lord up every time you ask her that
Her teaching you archery would automatically make a lot of good memories and a lot of money would go to band aids and other stuff for your wounds
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refiwrites · a month ago
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Stay Close
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Implied Gryffindor! Reader
Pronouns used: she/her
Summary: Accidentally transporting yourself to Knockturn Alley, a certain silver-blonde haired boy helps you get back to Diagon Alley.
Prompt: a hand hold to let you know everything's going to be okay.
Word count: 2.4k
Warning/s: none that i know of, just a really long one shot that i intended to be only 800 words maximum i guess
Note: draco malfoy amiright? apologies if he seems a bit out of character, i just made this up after thinking about him for too long. feedbacks are welcome. like and reblog if you enjoyed.
GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!
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There were a lot of ways you expected yourself to do things wrong, but you didn’t expect using the Floo powder was one of them. But as for the start of your third year at Hogwarts, the Floo powder, unfortunately, wasn’t on your side.
Early morning you were just at the Burrow, getting ready with the Weasley family along Harry and Hermione. Mrs. Weasley recommended using the Floo powder for a safe and easy travel, all you had to do was grab almost a pinch of the silvery powder, sprinkle it in the fireplace and speak your destination.
This time all of you were headed towards Diagon Alley, to shop for missing items on the requirements list or to just browse what was new in stores. You were slightly anxious as you haven’t used the known transportation system before, but Molly was quick to assure your thoughts with a smile and a squeeze to your cheek, making sure you were alright.
“I can practically see (Y/N) shivering in fear.” Fred comments as you were all in a line, you being the second to the last next to Harry.
“Sush Fred, why won’t both of you go first so (Y/N) can see how it works?” The voice of Mr. Weasley said, placing a hand on Fred’s back and lightly pushing him forward. Fred scoffs, followed by George.
“Here (Y/N), watch me.” Fred smiles as he steps into the fireplace, powder in his hand. Your stomach was churning in anticipation of what’s about to happen.
“Diagon Alley!” Fred says out loud as he sprinkles the powder by his side and sudden green flames erupted from around him and in a blink of an eye, he was gone. You gulped.
“Can’t be that bad (Y/N), see ya there!” George said, mirroring his twin’s actions and then he was nowhere to be found within the Burrow.
“Just remember, speak clearly, elbows tucked, and don’t panic.” Molly said. You grabbed a pinch of the silver powder. “Go on.” She says encouragingly, you took a deep breath “Don’t worry (Y/N), we’ll immediately meet you there.” Hermione gives you a kind smile which you returned.
You get a sudden rush as you finally took a step inside the fireplace. You observed the stares of Mr. and Ms. Weasley as well as with Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
“Wish me luck.” You huffed.
You didn’t know if it was just a coincidence to have your teeth accidentally bite down on your tongue as you spoke or you were not just having a good day. Maybe both.
“Diagon-ow-llay!” You immediately shouted, not being able to process what you just said as your hand impulsively sprayed the powder beneath you from the sudden rush. All you saw was bright green flames and you were transported.
“Hon..what did she just say?” Arthur said with a mix of worry and confusion tainting his face.
“Oh dear...”
“I think she said diagonally…” Harry cringed as he knew he did that mistake before, and he didn’t like where that ended up.
Your thoughts buzzed as you saw lights flashing around you before you were hurled sideways out of another fireplace, the creaking of wood you just landed on and the sound of dust particles blown about was the first thing you were able to register when you realized you have transported. The thing is, though, it was eerily quiet. Far too quiet.
You opened your eyes and saw darkness, all because your robe got turned over your head. You carefully placed your hands on the ground and hoisted yourself up, fixing your robe and brushing yourself, then you were able to get a glimpse of your surroundings.
The first thing you noticed was that you were in a back room of some sort. It was dusty, as if it has not been cleaned for months. You saw shelves stacked with the weirdest of things you couldn’t have thought of, then you caught a glimpse of a mirror.
Walking cautiously towards it, you saw your face almost caked in dirt and dust. You tried to wipe it off with your sweater sleeve, only succeeding momentarily when you realized what was on the side of you.
You almost staggered backwards; a jar of skulls rested on the wall shelf. Next to it was an old, grey and boney hand on a pillow with a tag attached on it. You decided to take a closer look yet backed away very quickly as the hand seemed to reach for you in one quick motion.
You needed to get out of here.
Walking towards a door you think might be the exit, you were halted as some people came in, trying your best to hide, you squeezed next to a statue-figure. You heard some along the lines of “curse”, “tonight”, “poison” as the person made their purchase and left. Shivers ran down your spine and you quickly see if the seller was looking and made a quick dash for the exit.
“Oi! What’s a fancy person like you doin’ out here?” A person with an almost gravelly voice said, making you snap your head to see a woman leaning on the wall, messy clothes and hair playing with what seemed to be a shrunken head.
“N-nothing, I’m going.” You said, dismissing the woman quickly as you gathered yourself and walked away, not wanting to draw attention to yourself as your thoughts raced.
You tried to find your way back to Diagon Alley, but you were infuriated as you seemed to be going in circles and you desperately wanted to get out. A few weird looking people gave you stares, some menacing, some curious.
“Hey, you look like you’re worth something, how many gold you have with ya?” A man stood up from his sitting position on a crate, blocking you from your way.
“I have nothing with me, please, I need to go, excuse me.” You explained, beginning to breathe heavily. You tried sneaking by his side, but he blocked you yet again, the creepy look on his face told you that you were doomed.
“Don’t believe ya, hand it or you’ll never get out of here again.” He taunted.
“I have nothing, really. Just let me go!” You said looking at the man with your heart pounding in your ears, he chuckles dryly at you before somewhat looking over you. His face changed into surprise and… fear?
He quickly backs away from you and you were only able to release a deep breath. That is, until a hand grabbed yours and dragged you to an empty alley. You were about to scream until you realized who that hand belonged to.
That silver-blonde haired boy, piercing grey eyes like clouds covering the sky as a storm approached, sharp features of his was enough to know who he was, accompanied by his usual unkindly teasing smile tugging at the end of his lip.
Draco Malfoy, the son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy. The one you loathed since the first year as you knew he was one to harbor hate amongst mudbloods and muggle-borns.
Yet his personality seemed so vast from his usual demeanor.
His eyes looked soft, almost concerned.
Your heart was pounding, breathing heavily from the encounter mere moments ago, now you were face to face with Malfoy. You really weren’t looking forward to this today. You just wanted to get out of this dark and creepy place.
“What are you doing here?” He questions almost in a criticizing manner. You shake your head, “Nothing, I just ended up here by mistake. Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?” You retorted, trying to fight back to show you weren’t going to let yourself be held down easily.
Draco paused, looking at you with his mouth slightly open. “What gives you the right to know?” Draco says but stops at his next sentence, sighing.
“I’m accompanying my father for something.”
Your eyebrows knitted but you accepted the reason, knowing his father was a slightly intimidating man.
You caught in the corner of your eye the man that tried to rob you walking the other way and your breath caught in your chest as to what could’ve happened if Draco wasn’t there.
“Look, listen. Malfoy-“
“Draco, just call me Draco.” He sternly corrected you, having heard enough people refer to him with only his last name.
“Draco…alright listen I just want to get out of here, can you just point me where I could go to Diagon Alley and I’ll just forget this thing happened, okay?” You negotiated.
Draco was about to answer when the familiar edge of his father’s walking stick landed on his shoulder. Draco stiffened while you held your breath.
“Now what’s going on here?” Appeared Lucius, he caught your image and you could almost hear his scoff and the whisper of his lips “pitiful”
“She’s just lost, father.” Draco honestly answered. You could feel Lucius’ cold gaze on you as you tried to avoid him.
He sighs, retracting his walking stick from Draco’s shoulder and you looked up to see him form a small fake smile you swore you almost laughed at the spot if it weren’t for the atmosphere of the place you were in.
“If that’s the case, Draco why won’t you be a gentleman and escort (Y/N) (L/N) out here, I suppose she doesn’t want to end up in circles now, don’t we?”
Draco nods, staring at you in the eye intently. You just wanted things to be over with, and you wanted nothing more to be in the company of your friends.
“It shouldn’t be a problem for the both of you, Draco’s already headed that way, I suppose you’ll also make your way on the Platform after, yes?”
“Yes, father.”
“Very well.” And with that, Lucius walks away, leaving you both again in the alleyway.
You gulped and Draco lets out a breath before looking at you. “Are you alright?” He faintly asks, if you weren’t paying attention you couldn’t have heard it.
“Yes… Let’s go?”
He nods and starts walking, you follow closely. You went through different roads, different stores selling black magic and dark artifacts. One alley was crowded, and you felt your heart quicken as you stopped in your tracks.
Draco seemed to notice the footsteps behind him stop as he turned to see you few inches away from him, he turned to the front and noticed the crowd of people.
“Come on (L/N), what are you stopping for?” He asks, slightly annoyed.
“Can’t we go another way?” You contemplated.
He sighs “There is no other way, (Y/N). It’s the only way we’ll get to Diagon Alley.”
You closed your eyes shut and sighed deeply. When you opened them, Draco Malfoy was now facing you.
“If it’s alright with you,” He starts, referring to your hand. “They won’t hurt you if they really know you’re with me.”
“I- I suppose.” You said in which you saw how his hand carefully extend for you to hold. You argued in your mind that you couldn’t possibly think of Draco Malfoy offering to hold your hand, you even thought it was all just a deep hallucination yet when your hand brushed his, it was reality.
His hand held yours, it wasn’t interlaced yet your stomach somehow stupidly felt flips by the slight brush of his thumb on the back of your hand.
“You’ll be alright, just this alley then we’ll be back to Diagon Alley in no time.” He says, comforting your thoughts,
You nod and proceeded to trek through the crowd, your grip often tightened on Draco’s hand but you swore he squeezed your hand back to ensure you that you were safe.
He looked to you and whispered “Stay close.”
Stares and whispers occurred as the both of you walked hand-in-hand but you were too accompanied staring at the silver-blonde boy’s hair in front of you as you both made your way to Diagon Alley.
Soon enough you were able to hear the cheers and laughs of other Hogwarts students and a wave of relief washed over you as you walked in the familiar streets of Diagon Alley.
Though as you were still walking, Draco’s hand still held yours as the view of students and colors filled your vision.
Draco honestly didn’t want to let go, he knew the both of you held a relationship akin to messy acquaintances but his mind and heart yearned for more as his eyes always seem to find you over the years at Hogwarts. He wanted to act upon it but he knew he had an image to uphold but he seemed to not care anymore as he held your hand.
You both stopped in front of the Apothecary as Draco realized you both were no longer in Knocturn Alley  and that some people around were now looking at the both of you.
You felt Draco’s hand lose grip on yours as he turned to face you, fully letting go of your hand. He could only wish to hold it again, but he knew rumors would soon be appearing left and right at the scene you both caused.
“I guess I’ll leave you to it, you can find your way from here, can you?” He asked though his voice held a tint of light sadness to them.
As much as you wanted to pretend you didn’t in order to spend some more moments with him, you decided against it.
“Yes, thank you, Draco.”
A faint smile appeared on Draco’s face but quickly disappeared as he heard the voice of Ron and Harry almost behind you.
Before he could even get another word out, Ron and Harry came rushing on both of your sides.
“(Y/N)! There you are, where the bloody hell have you been?” Ron frantically asks.
“We’ve tried looking for you everywhere.” Harry added.
Though the duo stopped as they saw Draco Malfoy in front of you.
“What’s your deal, Malfoy? Leave her alone.” Ron says, ready to defend you.
Draco softened his gaze on you, but he was quick to snap his gaze to Ron, his usual self now appearing in full effect.
“Like I’d waste my time arguing with your nonsense.” He sounded like he was almost forced to say it, he regrets keeping up this kind of image of him, but he needed to or else his father wouldn’t be too proud of his actions.
You both made eye contact again and his eyes seemed to convey something, but he walked away before you could even fathom what it was.
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incorrectmarvelquotesss · a month ago
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Bucky: *drinks some Asgardian liquor and is now drunk*
Y/N: Let’s get you home.
Bucky: I am.
Y/N: No, you’re in the living room.
Bucky: I’m with you.
Y/N: *forgets how to breathe*
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