#....i feel a heart squeeze and im back to insanity

[httpiastri]

sleeping patterns – cn34

nights filled with endless crying and screaming take a toll on clement's confidence.

genre: fluff, slight comfort/angst ig

pairing: young dad!clem x young mom!reader

warnings: none

author’s note: aaaaaaaaaaa im so soft for clem and ive had such an insane baby fever recently. i miss him sm :(( he would be such a good dad, i just know it

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the big, red numbers of your electric clock on the bedside table tell you it's only 3am, a frustrated huff passing through your lips when your eyes slowly open. it takes a while for you to realize what's waking you up – but then it makes so much sense.

the soft cries on the other side of the baby monitor sting like a knife in your heart, and you're fully awake in a matter of seconds. you're just about to push yourself up to a sitting position when the bed dips next to you. after turning around, you find your boyfriend already jumping out of bed. "i'll get her."

"are you sure?" you ask, voice creaky after several hours of not speaking.

clement nods, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. "go back to sleep," he hums, and just like that, he has waddled through the door to your nursery.

the sad truth is that your little one hasn't been progressing with her sleep as much as she should. she had a period of almost sleeping through the nights about a month ago, but then you were hit with the four-month regression. she's almost five months old now, and still, you have issues with sudden wakeups in the middle of the night. as much as you adore every second you get to spend with her, you just wish you could get one full night of sleep sometime.

you know you won't be able to fall asleep until clement is back, you never can. but it's not because you're worried; in fact, there's not a single piece of concern on your mind over it. you know that he has mastered the cradling-cooing-bouncing sequence by now. and sure enough, your daughter's cries grow lighter and lighter, until the only sound that can be heard from the monitor is the ones of soft steps and hushed whispers.

but something feels off. even when the apartment is completely silent, clement doesn't come back to bed.

it's very strange. he fell asleep once in the rocking chair in the nursery, but complained about his back aching for a week afterwards and promised that he would never put himself through that again.

the moonlight peeking through the poorly shut blinds in the nursery casts a shadow across clement's profile when you step inside. despite how dark it is, you can see every little toy on the floor and every detail of the little race car-themed mobile that dangles above the crib clearly. you're way too used to being in here at night.

clement has put your daughter back down into her crib by now, and his hands are wrapped around the railing as he leans over it, looking down at her. he doesn't react when you come closer, and he doesn't move a muscle even when you place your hand on his shoulder. it's easy to understand that something is bothering him.

"what's on your mind?"

he turns to you and lets out a tiny exhale, as if it was a struggle for him to snap himself out of his thoughts. he shakes his head. "it's nothing."

"tell me," you press, giving his shoulder a soft squeeze.

"well, i…" he squeezes his eyes shut. "i'm kind of freaking out. it's been over four months, and… i still haven't adjusted."

"honey," you start, your hand moving to the back of his neck. "where is this coming from? so suddenly?"

"i don't know," he says with a sigh. "you've seen me lately, i've barely been able to fall asleep at all."

he opens his eyes again and gazes down into the crib, eyes softening once they land on the little bundle of love resting so peacefully. he follows the way her chest rises with her breaths, her slightly pouting lips, her tiny fists that are wrapped around her blankie.

"it feels like i'm the only one who's struggling. you're such a natural, you're doing so much better with her, while i just feel… hopeless."

you don't want to interrupt him – clement doesn't often speak about his deeper feelings, so now that he's finally going, you don't wish to stop his flow – but you have to say something. "i think you're doing really well."

"you actually think so?" he asks. though his gaze doesn't move an inch, he can still see you nodding in the corner of his eye. he takes a deep breath. "i've heard people say that new fathers go through things… that it takes time, that it takes patience- and i've tried to be patient, i really have. but…"

he finally looks at you, and his heart breaks slightly at the sight of your uneasy expression, the tension in your eyebrows and your worried eyes. he hates being the one to make you feel like this.

"i just can't get rid of this constant anxiety. it feels like i'm always stressing over something. over you, over her, over everything."

you relate to every word he says. being this young, you feel like you're stumbling through darkness most of the time, not knowing what to do. it's frankly a guessing game, with mostly correct guesses mixed with some bad ones, since neither of you have any prior parenting experiences. even though he may not see it or know it, you're going through the same things as him.

no one had expected for you to get pregnant at this age, and no one – not even the two of you – had expected for you and clement to actually keep the baby. and sometimes, way more often than you'd thought before, your youth and inexperience has been catching up with you.

it's hard, but at least you have each other.

you step closer, draping your arms around his shoulders in an instant. "it's alright," you whisper into the skin of his neck, your nose filling with that scent that's just so him, and you finally relax a bit. his hands find your waist, fingers caressing your sides through the flimsy material of your nightgown. "it's okay to feel like this. i do, too. i think… all new parents must feel it." you give his neck a soft kiss. "but they all get through it, don't they? and so will we."

he stays silent for a while before he nods slowly. "it's all just so… intimidating. i don't want to mess anything up."

"and you won't." you pull away slightly to look into his eyes. "i trust you fully, and-"

you're interrupted mid-sentence, the sound of your daughter stirring in her crib taking clement's attention away from you as he glances towards her. you see his adam's apple bob as she begins to whine, her fists clenching and face scrunching up. "should- can i take her?" he asks tentatively, hands trembling slightly on your sides.

you nod not even a second later, stepping out of his embrace to give him no excuse to hold back. "go for it."

clement had bought every parenting guidebook he could find, and read every website with tips for new parents on the entire internet – and yet, nothing had prepared him for this nervousness that he's experiencing so often. he knew it wouldn't be smooth sailing all the way, but he hadn't expected to feel this uncertain in everything he does. even in the way that he picks his daughter out of her crib, he feels anxious that he's doing something wrong.

however, the second she feels her father's presence, it's far from the story that his anxiety has been making up for him. she lets out one last soft cry before, as if out of habit, nuzzling her face into his skin.

while clement has been struggling this whole time, you can't help but notice that she settles easily into his arms. like she belongs there; like she knows that he'll take care of her.

because he always does.

"see?" you say, letting a finger run along the curve of her cheek as you smile down at her. "that's not so bad, is it? you're doing so well."

considering all the difficulties he's faced, hearing these kind words of appreciation from you gives him comfort in a way that few other feelings can compare to. his gaze is still glued to your daughter, the precious little baby that is his entire world. well, half of his world – the other half is standing right next to him. "i love her, you know," he says softly. "even if she doesn't know it yet, i do. so much."

"i think she knows," you answer, watching as your boyfriend cradles her against his bare chest. he has loved the skin-on-skin contact since day one, and you're sure she does, too; her gentle babbling is always a sure sign that she's completely content. you can't hold back from smiling. "and she loves you just as much."

"sometimes i just can't believe that she's ours. that we made her." his eyes meet yours, nothing but pure love in them. "isn't it strange?"

"strange that we've done something good for once?"

he answers your tease by sticking out his tongue, nudging your shoulder with his, though gently enough to not bother the little one in his arms.

"come on, let's go back to bed," you say, leaning in to press your lips gently to the back of her head. "one night of co-sleeping can't be the entire world, can it?"

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

more of the dapper lad! i Cannot get him out of my brain

#i sit down to draw dragons and/or ocs and OOPS my hand slipped its wally #hes so. bites him bites him bites him #but affectionately <3 #but also with affectionate intent to maim <3 #every time i feel like my feelings about him are starting to level out to a normal baseline.... #....i feel a heart squeeze and im back to insanity #welcome home #scribble garnish #wally darling #welcome home wally #welcome home puppet show #also i am once again imaging that he is modeling for sally #this is alternatively titled 'consistency? dont know her' #his hair confuses me so much #no matter how many times i look at references or draw him it still baffles me #which way does it curl? how does it floof? fuck if i know! #yknow before i drew this i set out with the intent to put Other neighbors in schmancy outfits #and then i saw that colorblock shirt. and it all went downhill #its 2 am now. #i spent a solid hour making a fancy background but i scrapped it bc it was Too Much

[harrysfolklore]

uncle harry

gif by @kiwikiwiandkiwi <3

im so soft rn, enjoy !

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

The phone ringing in the middle of the night meant bad news most of the times.

However, when you and Harry were woken up by the sound of his ringtone, his mum on the other line frantically saying "It's time! The baby is coming!", you couldn't be happier.

Gemma broke the news that she was expecting a few months ago and Harry was man enough to admit that he cried a waterfall, not being able to contain his happiness over becoming an uncle.

And you were absolutely melted at the sight of him being excited about it, every single time he went out, he would come back with stuff for the baby, he face-timed his sister every night and overall he couldn't stop talking about being an uncle.

When Harry found out that he was going to have a niece, his excitement reached a whole new level. He started planning everything, from what he would teach her to the tattoo he would get for her once she was born, and once again, it made your heart burst to see your boyfriend so excited.

So now you headed to the hospital, ready to meet the brand new addition to the Styles family.

"I'm so excited," Harry said as he drove through the streets of London, holding your hand, "I can'y believe Gemma is a mummy now, feels like just yesterday we were pulling each other's hair and arguing over the last piece of cheesecake."

You smiled at him, kissing his knuckles softly and placing your intertwined hands on your thigh, "Feels like just yesterday I met her for the first time at your show, I was so nervous!"

"You really were, lovie," he smiled at the memory, "And you ended up becoming inseparable."

"What can I say? She's the cooler Styles."

Harry gave you a side eye and then laughed along with you, the rest of the drive was quiet and soon enough you were pulling up to the hospital where a few family members already stopped by to meet the little bundle of joy.

"Are you ready to meet your niece?" you turned to look at him as you unbuckled your seat belt, noticing that he had small tears in his eyes, "H? Baby are you crying?" you grabbed his chin and couldn't help but smile tenderly when he looked at you with watery eyes, "Oh my gosh, you're too adorable."

"I just, I can't believe I'm about to meet my sister's baby, that's insane."

You kissed his lips shortly, grabbing his face with both of your hands when you pulled away.

"She's already so lucky to have the best uncle in the world," you pecked his lips again, "Now let's go, I'm eager to meet her too."

You and Harry entered the hospital, hand in hand, ready to meet the newest member of the Styles family. As you approached Gemma's room, you could hear the sounds of laughter and joy coming from inside.

When you walked in, you were greeted by a room full of close family members, the room was pretty spacious and had a spare area where visitors could hang around without disturbing Gemma and the baby. Anne immediately approached both of you, happiness radiating from her eyes.

"You made it!" she said as she hugged you, turning to Harry when you pulled away, "H, baby! I'm a grandmother!"

"And I'm an uncle! Holy shit!"

You melted at the interaction, over the years the Styles-Twist family had taken you as one of their own and you were happy to be present for important moments like this.

"How is Gem? Is she awake? Can we see the baby now?" Harry eagerly asked after hugging his mom.

"She is fine, doing amazing," Anne said proudly, "Michal is inside with her, let's go."

Anne guided you to the door that lead to Gemma's private room, Harry squeezed your hand and you walked next to him, excitement evident on his every step.

Anne opened the door, peeking her head inside, "Your brother is here."

You and Harry walked in, Gemma was lying on the bed looking tired but happy nevertheless, a tiny head peeking from the blanket on her arms.

"About damn time, I was about to pick a different godfather for her if he didn't show up soon," Gemma sassed, making Harry turn his head back in laughter.

"Dammit, you're really a mum now," he approached his sister, you decided to stay back with Anne, "The bloke your brought to my concert years ago really was the one huh? Who would've thought."

"What can I say, mate? You trying to sabotage our date was kind of our blessing." Michal chimed in, standing next to Harry and patting his back.

"Congratulations, mate. I can't think of a better guy for my sister." Harry said as he hugged him, everyone looking at the scene tenderly.

"Are you going to stand there or are you going to hold your niece now?" Gemma wiggled his eyebrows at Harry, holding out her arms to him.

Harry took the baby into his arms, his face lighting up with pure joy. He cradled her gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Hello, beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I'm your Uncle Harry, and I already love you so much."

You felt your eyes get watery at the sight, Harry looked up at you and urged you to come closer to him and the baby.

"This is your auntie," he cooed to the baby again once you were standing next to him, "She's the coolest ever and makes the best pancakes, you're going to absolutely love her just like I do."

"She's gorgeous," you said as you looked at the baby's face, "Congratulations, Gem."

"Thank you," Gemma said softly, a tired smile on her face but her eyes shining with gratitude.

"Just so you know," Harry looked at Gemma with a serious face, "She's not allowed to have any boyfriends until she's like 30."

Michal laughed and agreed with Harry, you rolled your eyes at him and Gemma shook her head.

"Uncle overprotective, that's what you are," Gemma said, a yawn coming out of her mouth right after, "I can't even imagine how is it going to be when you have your own kid."

You felt butterflies in your stomach at this, Harry giving you a small smile and winking at you.

"Let me put a ring on her finger first please," he turned to look at Gemma, "Because unlike you, sister, I'm not having children out of wedlock."

"Come on, now!" Michal protested, making the entire room laugh.

Hours passed and Harry was glued to the baby, babbling nonsense to her and cooing at every little thing she did. Eventually Gemma drifted off to sleep and that was everyone's cue to leave and let both her and the baby rest.

"I'm so happy right now," Harry said as you drove back to your house, "I feel so happy for Gemma, and for our family."

"She's going to be the best mum ever," you looked away from the window to face him, "And you're going to be the best uncle."

"Thank you for being here with me today, for sharing this moment with me. I love you."

"I love you too," you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I'm so happy for you, for all of us. Today was perfect."

"And I meant what I said back there, I'm not letting her have a boyfriend until she's 30."

"Whatever you say, uncle overprotective!"

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[inuyashaluver]

can you do reader is very body conscious but lessi helps her? lyy

you’re beautiful - alessia russo

alessia russo x reader

description: in which your girlfriend wishes you could see yourself the way she does

warnings: self loathing, insecurity, tears, slightly angsty?

a/n: YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL AND DONT LET ANYONE TELL YOU DIFFERENT, MY LOVES, thank you for the request, love you, i hope this lived up to expectations because im getting in my head again 😭❤️

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you and your girlfriend, alessia, had a love so pure, it was sickeningly sweet.

people may say that the term ‘soulmates’ is overused, but alessia russo was in fact your soulmate.

she was your better half, a true soul connection that is truly authentic and genuinely profound.

this girl had you wrapped around her finger and it was very much mirrored for you. the two of you would do anything for each other, without a second thought clouding your mind.

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you and alessia met years ago in your youth, forming a close bond with the blonde unexpectedly.

alessia in her younger years was quite shy, finding it hard to put herself out there and make friends. whereas, you on the other hand, were outgoing, always the first person to approach when someone looked like they needed a friend.

and that’s what you did. when you and alessia joined the england youth football team, you watched as alessia, wide eyed and nerve ridden, clutched her training top in her hand, you’d been told to find a partner for warm ups.

and you, with your mischievous grin and kind eyes, walked over to alessia and nudged her with your shoulder. “i’m (y/n)” you whisper, alessia looks over at you in surprise, sending you a grateful smile, “i’m alessia” she whispers back.

“you have beautiful eyes, alessia” you grin, alessia cheeks fill with pink, looking down at the pitch with a little laugh before looking back up at you.

“you have a pretty smile” alessia breathes out, you smile brightly at her, offering her a piece of gum while you conversed, unbeknowingly becoming a part of your routine that lasted for years.

you and alessia navigated the ups and downs of childhood together, forming an unbreakable bond.

the more you talked and hung out, the more you realised how perfect you were for each other. and so, at 17, you and alessia started dating, you, as usual taking the lead that alessia was very grateful for.

“russo, i think it’s time we date” you say simply, causing alessia to choke on air while the two of you walked around the pitch. “what?” she mutters, her cheeks bright pink when you interlaced your fingers together.

“i really like you, lessi,” you say earnestly, giving her a charming smile that made her heart leap out of her chest.

“i really like you too” she breathes out, both of you now looking a little sheepish, giving little squeezes of your hands while you looked at each other.

that’s when alessia closed the gap and pulled you into a kiss, you gasp in surprise against her lips, your hand moving to cradle her cheek as you pulled her closer.

it was a little clumsy at first but you both quickly found a rhythm, feeling familiar yet foreign all at the same time.

alessia’s hand makes its way to your bicep, squeezing it gently and smiling against you. eventually when the two of you pulled apart, you both broke into little fits of giggles, resting your foreheads against each other as your breath intermingled with each other. the promise of forever lingering in the air.

everyone saw how genuine your connection was, you brought out alessia’s confidence, alessia brought out your calm side. a perfect balance working together in harmony. the amount of respect, love and admiration for each other never went unnoticed by the two of you.

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you had always played at arsenal while alessia played at manchester united, ecstatic when she decided to transfer to be closer to you.

you’d always been a woso couple favourite, the amount of edits under both of your names were insane. it only grew as alessia transferred. but something that grew in small but visible amounts, was hate.

it was inevitable, you were both in the public eye and people could be truly awful when they wanted to be. you tried not to look at it but it was incredibly hard when it was directed at you.

alessia was perfect and you could say that with your chest, and everyone else thought that. so people loved to tell you that you weren’t good enough. you weren’t fit enough.

people claiming you were using the girl even though you both have incredibly successful, established careers that no one could deny.

but it didn’t matter, you were scrutinised by a very tiny amount of people but it had a large impact. you thought you would be used to it by now but these comments for some reason just stuck with you.

you stood in front of the mirror in your shared apartment, suddenly your daily training uniform feeling tight on your body.

no matter how you moved it, it didn’t feel right. your eyes welled with tears as your eyes took in your appearance. you felt awful. you shook it off, making your way to alessia who was currently preparing protein shakes for the car.

you snuck up behind her, wrapping your arms around her middle as your chin rested on her shoulder. she was always a little taller but it didn’t matter.

“hey, babe” alessia grins, leaning back into you, “hi, lessi baby” you kiss her shoulder sweetly. she flipped around in your embrace, kissing your lips gently a couple of times, making you giggle against her. she relishes at the sound, pecking the tip of your nose before ushering you to the car.

she drove with her hand gently squeezing your thigh before you both arrived. you were feeling fine up until then, but as soon as the two of you got into training, you felt off, the comments flashing in your mind.

alessia noticed a change in your behaviour. your usual confident and vibrant self was seemingly preoccupied. you trained with her like normal, giggling and chatting but your smile never fully reached your eyes, alessia knew you better than anyone, she could see you declining.

“hey, you okay?” alessia grabs your hand when you enter the change room after training, pulling you close to her before you tried to walk away.

“yeah, baby, i’m good” you smile, kissing her sweetly, she melts into you, kissing you back with a satisfied hum before she pulled away from you.

“don’t distract me, missy” she chuckles, pinching your cheek teasingly before she wrapped her arms around you.

she pulls you close, tucking your head under her chin as she gently swayed you from side to side. you lean further into her, feeling a lump in your throat growing, desperately hoping you don’t look like you’re going to cry.

“can we go home, please?” you say softly, alessia frowns a little at that, “‘course we can,” kissing your head tenderly before dragging you to your cubby.

she sits you down, helping you into one of her hoodies before helping you change from your boots.

“russo spoils you, (y/l/n)” katie teases, “you don’t deserve this little angel” katie laughs, you knew she meant well but it sent a knife to your heart.

you throw her a pathetic smile, looking down as alessia shooed katie away, smiling up at you reassuringly, kissing your knee gently before moving up.

she quickly packs your stuff away, as well as her own and quickly changing, claiming you both could shower at home.

she essentially dragged you out of the room, opening the door for you to her car, doing your seatbelt for you and kissing you sweetly before she went to her own side.

you really didn’t deserve her.

the whole ride home, you stared out of the window, only really contributing to conversation when necessary. alessia was truly worried at this point, but not wanting to push you.

she cautiously grabbed your hand and interlaced them together, worried you’d pull away but you tightened your grip. she sent you a smile even though you weren’t looking at her, so instead she kissed the back of your hand. letting you know she was there, like always.

you both got inside and you trudged to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. alessia’s heart broke a little, you’d usually shower together in times like this, but you didn’t want anything to do with alessia she felt. so she left you alone..sort of.

she placed her ear on the door when she didn’t hear the shower start, instead hearing a heart wrenching sob escaping your throat. she couldn’t handle it anymore.

“baby, open the door, please” alessia pleaded, your sobs not relenting, “(y/n/n), come on, love” alessia tries again, hearing you cry and feeling her heart breaking. she started to panic until she heard the door unlock, not wasting any time and making her way inside.

“hey, hey, hey” she coos, bending down to your level when she sees you cry on the floor, you can’t help but cry seeing her, her own tears streaming down her face when she saw you.

“what’s wrong, love?” she asked softly, wiping your tears from your cheeks with the pads of her thumbs.

you tried to open your mouth to speak but nothing came out, her hands made their way to the sides of your neck as she directed your eyes to hers.

“breathe, baby” her thumbs brush against the underside of your jaw, you try to mimick her breathing, little hiccups resulting from your sobs as you and alessia looked at each other tearfully.

she didn’t know why you were crying but all the pain you felt, she felt.

you both sat there for a second, just in silence with occasional sniffles feeling the room. alessia waited until you were ready, her patience unlimited when it comes to you.

“lessi” you choke out, “i’m here, i’m here, baby” alessia smiles sadly, moving to kiss your cheek gently, only making another teardrop from your duct.

“why, though? you shouldn’t be with me” you hiccup, her eyebrows furrow, looking at you confused, she tries to speak up but you cut her off, “alessia, you deserve so much better” you sniffle, alessia looks slightly furious.

“i don’t deserve better, i deserve you, you’re more than anything i deserve” she says sternly, “baby, what happened?” she tries again, “i hate my body, i hate the way i look, i hate that someone as perfect as you has to be seen with me” you sniff, alessia looks almost offended, her hands dropping from your face to grab your hands, both of you sitting on the floor.

“(y/n) (y/l/n)” she starts, “my baby, your beauty is out of this world” she says adoringly, “you’re absolutely gorgeous, you’re so kind, you’re so strong, you’re perfect” she smiles, moving one of her hand up to cradle your cheek again. “who put this stupid idea in you head?” alessia tucks a stray peice of hair behind your ear,

“online” you admit quietly, alessia had enough at that, she lifts you up off the floor, your legs wrapping around her waist as she carried you to the bedroom.

she placed you down with a sweet kiss to your forehead, standing behind you in front of the mirror. you shy your gaze away, looking down at the floor, unable to look at yourself.

“look up, my love” she whispers, kissing your temple as her hands held your hips. you exhale deeply before looking in the mirror, making eye contact with alessia through the mirror.

“i love your legs, they’re so strong, they’ve walked through challenges, through accomplishments. they let you walk to me, they let you run, they’re perfect” she whispers in your ear, a frown was still evident on your face so alessia continued.

“your waist, your hips, i love holding it whenever i can, i love feeling you breathing, knowing you’re with me,” she smiles, kissing your cheek, a little hint of a smile playing at your lips that had her brightening.

“next your arms, also very strong” she winks at you, making you huff out a little laugh, “whenever your arms are around me, i feel so safe, i love when you squeeze me when you get excited, they also have your hands attached and we know why i love your hands” she teases, you laugh at that, throwing your head back with a smile when she chuckles, placing a little kiss on your neck,

“i love your neck, i love your shoulders, i love your pretty face, your gorgeous eyes that light up when you get excited, and your smile” she breathes out,

“you know how much i love your smile, it brightens up the whole room, my beautiful, beautiful girl” she says a little tearfully. you turn around and just look up at her, “i love you” she says softly, that’s when you pull her into a bone crushing hug.

“i love you, i love you so much” you sniff, kissing her cheek repeatedly before burying your face into the base of her neck.

she hugs you tightly, relieved that you felt better, “don’t listen to any of the idiots online, baby” she says into your hair, her hands rubbing comforting circles over your (her) hoodie.

you nod into her skin, letting her drag you to the shower where she really showed you some appreciation about just how beautiful you are.

—

you’d finally woken up to yourself through the help of alessia, you’re absolutely gorgeous no matter what anyone says. it was a relief for everyone when you and alessia came to game day as loved up as ever.

as soon as alessia got out of the car, you latched onto her back, making the girl laugh brightly as she walked with you bumping into her every two seconds, attempting to keep your bodies close together.

“baby, i can’t walk” she laughs, “fine,” you huff, hopping onto her back, her hands instantly catch under your thighs as she smiles brightly when she feels you peck her cheek repeatedly as she walked you both into the emirates.

“lovebirds” leah teases, you wink at her and nod, making the older girl send you a playful grin as alessia continued to carry you into the change rooms.

you and alessia play exceptionally well, assisting her in a goal that had the crowd roaring. you bound over to her with a bright grin as she held her arms open to you, lifting you up triumphantly, feeling more proud about you rather than the goal.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you!! ily tooney

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miles deflecting is so GOOD he makes me ILL!!!!!! i love ur writing <3 do u think we cld have like a short continuation 4 it?

Deflecting on you.

42!Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

“Would you hurt me?” “Never again.”

continuation to this C:

im infecting people with the 42!Miles propaganda cough cough 🗣️ ly2 pookie (also this is definitely not short)

A few days had passed now, and Miles had stayed his previous level of civil, bordering caring, with you.

He wasn’t glad with how easy he had let the two other kids get off. But when they were reduced to cowering forms in darkened corners whenever he was around, it brought a pinch of justice, pride to his chest. Although, James had a rather decent punishment, in his opinion.

Word had gone around that he’d gone insane, smashed his head against a desk in an old , deserted classroom until he’d passed out. Mangled his own skull, intended to stab someone, but couldn’t get up from the damage to his own self.

A tip to the cops surveying the scene, and the rumour was spread a little wider.

He had been wary with you, from the moment you both sat staring at the city life below you, in his bed.

In his room, his house with his Ma just outside. The domesticity of the moment making the ache in his lungs suffocate his heart. Squeezing and pumping out as much blood as it could, heart rate trying to keep up with the lack of air.

He’d thought back to it too often in the mere days since occurrence for him to simply brush it off, but he sure tried.

—

He tapped the rubber of his pencil along his desk, staring at the page below him. The words being said had been drowned out by his racing mind, something he fully knows would get him in trouble eventually for “lack of effort”. But it was maths, there wasn’t a single thing being told that he didn’t already know.

What had his current attention, was the faint sketch of you on his gridded paper. He hadn’t meant to draw it, he’d just—, spaces out and it was there when he snapped back.

Now he was at a standstill with himself, use the currently tapping eraser to get rid of the drawing, or live with the faint lines hidden between pages. It was obvious, rub it out. But the thing, the most difficult aspect—,

—Was how utterly gorgeous the drawing was.

How your hair framed the page, the shape of your eyes being shaded in led. The soft look you’d given him that night being practically pulled from his mind and placed on the cheap paper. He’d recreated it perfectly, he could feel the apprehension, the uncertainty.

But despite how bitter those words sounded, uncertainty was still consideration.

You were considering him. Not as an enemy, or a nuisance — as a stranger.

You can get to know a stranger.

You can get to know him.

Miles closed his eyes and groaned under his breath, rolling eyes at the hope rising in the back of his neck.

He flicked to the next page, promising to never open to it again.

If it ended up cut out of his book, folded neatly and stuffed in the hidden latch of his desk drawer, no one but him would know.

—

You hadn’t forgive him, of course you hadn’t — you’re not that naïve.

He hurt you, cause you an entire season of torment, sleepless night and stress filled days.

You tried to stay quiet, like you always had. Passing by crowds unnoticed and surfing under the noise with a cotton stuffed ear.

And he’d started a ruining of that.

Trying not to draw attention to yourself, despite him so clearly trying to put you in spotlight.

This whole ordeal was a domino effect from that damn kaleidoscope, and he was just another finger flicking the next tile.

Until he wasn’t.

And he’d near killed a man for you. Taken care of you, feared for your life.

He’d found you, from nothing but a gut feeling.

The way he would stare now, was less vindictive. His gaze no longer that of anger but of a man conflicted. Like he couldn’t tell what to think of you.

You lay over your ruffled sheets, quilt and bedding under you to not overheat yourself. You window was wide open, airing out your humid room. The soft sway of leaves sprouting from the vines crawling over your building was pleasant. Digging their roots in the crevices of your window sill like Miles had been digging into the crevices of your mind.

You put a hand over your head, stretching your back up and listening the the crack that came from it.

Dropping back down and huffing, you continued to watch your ceiling in mild disinterest, trying desperately to reach the essence of sleep, and let the way Miles’ lips curled into a smirk fall from your mind.

He hadn’t realised it, but his small rebuttal to your teasing that night in his room had made a permanent statement in your head, no longer able to forget about it.

“No, just you —,” Your mind hadn’t cared to supply the rest.

Every single thing about that scarring night had burned its way into your temporal lobe. Like giving it a searing kiss with memory stained lipstick.

A small clicking had caught your attention, like fingernails tapping glass. The clinks were rhythmic, had the coordination of a spiders legs.

Your focus on the plain ceiling was now broken, a curiosity replacing it.

You approached the open window without caution, Moonlight spilling through the glossy panes. Placing your hands on the sill, you leaned forward, and felt the small rush of wind over your shoulders, the breeze cooling your heated face. An urge to close your eyes and take it in almost over-reigned that new curiosity, but your self preservation thought better of it. Checking left and right either side as if someone was going to be waiting right there for you. Because that was a completely rational and not at all ludicrous thought. You scoffed to yourself, glancing at the skyline with glistening eyes before turning and heading back inside, to finally — maybe, fall asleep.

—

Miles released a quiet breath, braids swaying from his suspended position hanging from a rooftop. Your rooftop, of your building—.. Where he was watching you. It was coincidence, really. That somehow, running from guys he stole a cure his Momma needed for a patient from. And when grappling from building to building, using clips and hooks and zip lines to get away from them, he’d stumbled into your street.

He’d lie to himself and say it was just the street his Ma’s favourite Paella was made, but the one time he’d seen you, exhausted from school—, drag yourself into an apartment across the street from that very place..

His opinion hadn’t changed, so to speak. But there was an added motive, that’s it.

And he’s hiding, it’s not his fault if your apartment is high up. Or his need to see you is growing at alarming rates, or his heart was beating so loud in his ears that he hadn’t heard you approach the window.

So when your fingers had softly scraped along the sill of your window, he’d pulled himself above you — and prayed you wouldn’t look up.

You hadn’t, thankfully.

He’d watched the way your skin had shone under the city lights, your features illuminated and accentuated by the chaos the streets. You were so unbothered—, so calm, even amidst everything he (and everyone else) had put you through.

Like a stubborn stone keeping the whole wall from collapsing.

His admiration for you had grown, not only from the past months — which he realises is slightly sadistic — but from your tenderness that had only lasted mere minutes. Even the glimpse of a softer you, not the one covered in a satiated rage, hands squeezing lemons until the bitterness dripped not from the fruit broken skin, but from your own. The sting of acid only making your bloodied finger feel more justified.

Not that.

What he saw was a woman free of woes, no need to split her skin when her heart was already so vulnerable.

And he craved for a mere glimpse of that again.

Like old, your anger had satisfied him. Gave him those doses of you he’d fiend for, and had excited him to no end. Now, he’s found something stronger.

He can’t let you go.

He watches you scoff at yourself, his mask retracting from his face. You look towards the city’s edge one last time before turning and making your way back inside.

He sighs, adjusting his position on the buildings ledge, and grabs the waterspout running the side of the building, crawling back to the shadows.

His claws clink, like nails tapping glass.

—

There wasn’t a day of peace in the last fortnight.

You were still suffering the effects of your previous injuries. People knowing that something had gone down between you and James, seeing as he hadn’t showed up in two weeks. And the near-healed bruises on your face were a well indicator of your involvement.

So when you stumbled upon Keith, someone you’d basically owed your still-intact-body too, scrambling out of an alley. Bloodied and bruised, nose broken and face almost as busted as your was that day. Safe to say you weren’t exactly confused to what was happening.

He looked up, eyes meeting yours almost eerily fast, the blood from his nose coating his teeth a deep crimson. A sick chill ran down your spine and you stumbled back. A wet gasp for breath was heard, diverting your attention towards its gruesome origin.

Turning your body towards the darkened alley, vision blurring at the edges. Your breath escaped you.

Keith had started speaking, and over the ringing in your ears he’d begged for your forgiveness, scraping his knees while he clawed to get away from his friends continuous spluttered coughing.

“What—..”

Mathew was lying on the floor, avidly trying to protect himself using only his bare hands. While a figure you could only see the back of punched in a strict, repeated pattern — like they’d done this before.

“Miles?”

The man whipped his head towards you, blood dripping down a cut on his cheekbone, and a snarl over his face.

Said contortion quickly smoothened out, a rather *confronted look replacing it.

Keith was long gone by now, having dragged his bloodied body away from whatever mess you were now a part of.

“Chiquita, don’t freak out.”

The way your lungs seemed to refuse oxygen kind of refuted that command.

You were frozen still, eyes stuck on the barely conscious body beneath the subject of your recent intrigue.

Mathew was barely recognisable, eyes puffed up in bruises and bloodied flesh. Miles had taken near no damage compared to the other men.

“[Name], c’mon.” He was getting up now, shuffling off his opponent with a tone of apprehension.

Only when his movement shifted your frozen eyes, did you see the key details you’d missed.

Braids, Nikes, Jacket, Collar, Claws.

A spray painted logo you’d only ever seen one man branding.

The Prowler.

"No te precipites, Ma."

“Don’t act rash, Ma.”

Right as the endearment left his mouth, you turned on your heel and ran.

"[Name], Por dios — quedate aquí."

“[Name]! Oh my god — stay there.”

He waved nonchalantly to the definitely not-going-anywhere boy on the floor. Shifting his foot back and jumping at a wall, claws digging in and gripping the ledge to the roof, swinging himself over it and keeping the momentum in a run.

Darting through corner stalls and confused pedestrians, you tripped over yourself to get away.

A strong, persistent mantra of ‘Holy fuck.’ was circling through the forefront of your mind, and yet everything else was hyper aware.

Not a fault in your step as your grace seemed to come out in times of dire panic, like a dancer following their cues, every movement made around you was an instructors yell.

You turned into the alley leading to your apartment, a shortcut, when you heard someone drop down behind you. You spun around, fast enough to dizzy yourself, and gave one look to the neon mask of the vigilante before going to run again. A small noise of panic escaped your shaking form.

“No corras, por favor!”

“Don’t run, please!”

Your heart beat fast, reaching the door to your apartment complex, swiping your key card and launching yourself inside, the scuffle of shoes being heard just outside the slammed shut door.

“Please, [Name], let me in. We can talk this out, Ma.”

Miles begged, knocking on the complexs’ back door.

"They were gonna jump you, [Name].”

“I don’t believe you.”

Your voice came out shaking, confused and *scared. You’d known he’d been capable of violence. It was adamant in the way he wouldn’t flinch at a hit, or the scars that coated his exposed skin.

But this? A man who’s killed people? Who was going to do it again had you not been a witness.

“I—“ You whined, voice giving out and tears finally breaking the surface of your waterline. “I’ve seen you—,” The back of your head hit the metal door and you sobbed silently. “,—On the news.”

Outside the thin steel, Miles sighed, guilt weighing his chest down heavy. He got sloppy, and paid the price. His anger, rage toward these men. And what they’d planned to do to you — he’d say it was justified. You’d say it was monstrous.

“You kill people, Miles.”

His heart broke at the tone of your voice, the quiet sniffles and shortened sobs. The way your voice cracked and broke under the pressure of your open heart.

“Ma, I—“

“I don’t wan’ hear it.”

His hands rest on the cooled metal, forehead pressing against it as he sighed.

“Please let me in.”

“I can’t.”

“[Name]. Chiquita, por favor.”

He’d begged, ready to get on his knees and stand out in the 40° (104°) heat, and wait until you opened the door. Even if it took days.

Although,

“I’ll break in.”

“Wha—,” you cut yourself off in a sobbing laugh, rubbing at your tear tracked face. “Miles, That’s not a very good bargaining chip.”

He smiled, closing his eyes and loving the sweetened tone you held. You weren’t scared of him, you were scared of the Prowler.

“‘Made you laugh.”

His accent thickened over the words, dragging them out in a rasping hush. Something only for you to hear.

Your resolve was breaking, lungs slowing to a calmed lull as the adrenaline left your body. You didn’t break though— couldn’t.

“I can’t—,” You looked to the ceiling of your apartment’s ground floor, standing in an empty back room. “,—You’re not good, Miles.”

“You helped them, before.” Your brows furrowed, not of anger, but of betrayed desperation.

“You.. You just watched—“

“I know, baby, I know.”

He opened his eyes again, staring at the door like it had attacked you.

“Go upstairs, yeah?”

“Why—“

“Just go on, Ma.”

You huffed out a slow breath, fight draining from your being. You wanted to yell, to scream at him how wrong of a man he was. How he couldn’t risk everything he had for you, not now. Not as the estranged people you were.

You wanted to show the anger you never could, reach that brink of anguish until you’d finally given him what he’d wanted since your moment of meeting. But he no longer wanted that.

He’d always wanted you to break, now he just wants you.

“Okay.” You were breathless and tired, coerced.

He lifted his head quickly, hands splayed against cooled metal curling into fists, an excitement running through him like that of a promise.

—

A minute later you were opening the door to your apartment, and locking it behind you. Anxiously making your way to your bedroom, worried to see what was inside, When you stepped inside, you weren't exactly surprised when your eyes landed on Miles' face, what had surprised you though — was that he was hanging off your window sill with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Now will you let me in?" His voice muffled through the glass and you breathed out a quick gasp, "You— Miles, get down!"

"Down?" He smirked, letting one of his hands drop from the wooden sill. "Oh my god!"

You rushed towards your window, discarding your phone on your bed carelessly. You slid your window up, as Miles laughed, swaying from his one hand. "Jesus Miles— are you trying to kill yourself?!"

He crawled through and you grabbed his free hand, dragging him inside. "Get—.. get." Giving up on your scolding half way through, you quickly ushered him towards your bed and turned to close your window.

"When you said 'Go up.' I didn't think yo—"

"I'm sorry.'

Your hands were left floating above your windowsill, shaking in still air. Miles had come up behind you, hands resting over your hips, toying with the hem of your shirt. His face lowered towards your ear voice dipping with it.

"I know you're mad— hate me, all that. 'S okay. I know—,"

He slowly moved his arms further around your waist, watching your breath hitch and the feel of your pulse under the blow of his breath.

",—And I'm sorry."

"I don't hate you."

"You don't hate anyone."

You relaxed into his hold, tears brimming forth again.

"You keep—" "Scaring you." "Yeah." He dragged his left hand down, trailing his fingers over the skin of your arms and watching as the bumps rose along your flesh. You were entrancing.

"Are you scared now, Mami?" He grabbed your wrist in a gentle hold, swiping his bloodied thumb over your smooth skin. Your hand twitched, and his thumb stopped.

"No." You flipped your hand into his, linking your fingers together, careful to not agitate his bruises.

"Would you hurt me?" He reciprocated, closing his fist over your own, the flick of pain felt like nothing— not when the aching in his chest was finally being calmed.

"Never again."

—

DUDE MY PHONE IS FUCKING BROKEN LOLLL

no ending image today im on my laptop (fucking cries)

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[01zfan]

could you write something about giving head to anton or sungchan? i really love the way you write about sensations and details so i’m eager to read it 😔💗

haiiii anon im insane so i wrote it for both. i hope you like and yeah im sorry i got a little carried away.

can i? | l. at & j. sc

boyfriend!anton x fem!reader | 1.9k words

this is a mature work. minors do not interact

contains: blowjob and the effects of said blowjob

you sit on the edge of anton’s bed, your body turned to face him. his large hand rests on his face as you two are engrossed in an extremely heated makeout session. his other hand is tenderly on your breast, not daring to squeeze. it just rests there, but the way it fits in the palm of his hand has you equally as dizzy. you two have been going at it like this for hours, sloppy sounds of kissing filling his childhood room. you could spend days mapping out the ridges and sides of anton’s mouth and he would gladly let you.

when you work anton up, it’s very obvious. he grips you a little tighter, a little more desperate. his hand had moved from your breast to in between your thighs. anton was very different with how he touched you from other men. he wasn’t the type to stick a finger into your heat while kissing you. he preferred to cup your clothed center. he enjoyed just feeling the heat in his hands. it was a little weird, but that was anton. his large hand still made you squirm, and the way anton would moan just from almost touching you made you always want more.

anton put a hand in your hair, making you turn your head and deepen the kiss. you slowly let your hand explore the way down his body you’ve traced a million times before.

you placed a hand on the broad expanse of anton’s back and shoulders. the muscle underneath his skin was strong and steady. you brought your hand to his neck, caressing the soft skin you loved to leave marks on. his chest was your favorite, and you’re sure anton knew this. his chest was always like a brick wall to you. his chest was the best to lay on after you guys have your fun. you would rest your head over his heart, hearing it slow down. the steady beating would always lull you to sleep in anton’s arms. so you took your time with that area, resting a hand on his quick heartbeat. you smirked and anton noticed you smiling into the kiss. he pulling away.

“why are you smiling?” anton asked. his cheeks were rosy and he sounded exasperated, trying to catch his breath.

“nothing.” you smiled. you were tempted to take his hand and put it on your heart as well, but you didn’t want to move his hand from your heat or your neck. you instead leaned your head towards his, wanting to kiss him again.

when anton kissed you back, you resumed kissing and touching him again. you let your hand drift down his toned stomach. you rested it there for a moment, trying to gain the courage to go a little further down. you don’t know why you were so nervous, you’ve done this before. but when anton moaned into the kiss, you let your hand rest over his clothed dick. maybe it was too sudden, or maybe your touch just had an effect on anton. regardless, as a result of your touch anton moaned even louder into the kiss and his hand nudged closer to your heat. you both pulled away from the other, chests rising and falling in anticipation.

“woah.” was all anton said. you nodded in agreement.

anton’s cheeks were dusted with red. the smile that is always stuck on his face is replaced with slightly parted lips. his eyes were wide, probably as wide and blown out as yours. somehow, the thing you two have done time and time again felt different. it was like sparks were in the air, cracking around in the space you two had created. your skin felt on like it was being ignited when you spoke your next words.

“can i suck your dick?” you said it light and soft, the tone anton always had with you. the red on anton’s cheeks and ears intensified.

you really couldn’t blame him. you two were very affectionate but very shy. it wasn’t something you two were ashamed of or wanted to change. you both thought it was endearing how shy you two got around eachother, always looking away when you two held eye contact for too long and face always being hot when you touched. the shyness also came with the perk of feeling extremely validated when getting the courage to ask for something bold. so when anton heard you ask or something so lewd, he knew you could feel him twitch in his pants.

“yes. yes of course.” anton tried to be as bold as you were but the usual softness in his voice held him back. it came out as raspy and desperate. anton tried to care but he didn’t. he was desperate to have you touch him in any way possible.

anton is pliant to your gentle hands as you lay him down on the bed. his clothes were quickly discarded by himself, trying to make everything as easy as possible for you.

when he was laid down, he looked at you kissing down from his cheek. each kiss was sloppier than the one prior. he could feel the saliva from your kisses from the cool air in his room, maybe it would help his skin that felt like it was burning.

you reached his navel, pressing a deep kiss there. anton sucked a breath in when he could feel himself against your chest.

you took his dick into your hand. it was rigid and hard, standing straight in your hand. anton let out his breath slowly. already he was struggling to not buck into your soft hand. he didn’t dare look into your face, knowing he’d be done then and there. when you kissed below his tip and spread precum around, anton placed a hand on his stomach to ground himself. you took a hold of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his.

“don’t feel pressure to take all of it.” anton said sweetly. he wasn’t sure if his size would give you the same problem as the first time you two had sex. it took awhile for you to get used to it.

“i’ll try to manage.”

you start off slow. you take anton into your mouth, using your hand to occupy the rest of the space. he gasps, gripping tight to your hand. anton felt your tongue flick a sensitive part of his tip. he whimpered and looked at his slow moving ceiling fan. the blades were supposed to calm him but even those seemed to be moving faster and faster. it wasn’t fair how you had the ability to change anton’s entire world, how you invaded all of his senses and his grip of reality.

“it feels really good babe.” anton said. his voice was the way it usually was when talking with you, soft and encouraging.

the raspiness of his voice had you moaning with a mouthful of him. the moan came from the back of your throat. the sudden vibration had anton let go of his resolve, bucking into your mouth. anton quickly looked at you to apologize. this was a mistake. his face was burning watching you take more and more of him. anton was already gripping the sheets with his other hand, trying to keep himself here. it was always a struggle for anton to keep his composure, he did it for the sake of feeling your hollowed cheeks and tongue on him. his mind was reeling trying to figure out how lips so cute were capable of something so dirty.

he saw you take more of him, your nose almost touching his stomach. you were so close, anton couldn’t believe how good you were at this. he felt every part of your mouth. the sloppy noises made him dizzy. anton would’ve been completely content here in this spot. he was letting out shuddering breaths and gasping pants. anton felt you squeeze his hand and reach for his other one. instantly his large hand surrounded yours, gripping it to let you know he’s there with you.

“you’re making me feel so good.” anton said breathlessly.

slowly you moved his hands to the sides of your head. you moved you hands to rest on his thighs, ready for anything.

anton was ready to pass out when you looked up at him. you were completely giving him power to do what he wanted in this situation. gratefulness for your trust in him made him bold enough to slowly bring your head down from his tip. anton didn’t dare to move his hands from the sides of your head. he liked having them there to caress your cheeks and pinch your earlobes. no matter what, he wanted to be as affectionate with you as possible. to anton, that was when pleasure came to him in the best way.

the back of your throat felt like heaven and it sounded like your name, falling from his repeatedly mouth like a mantra. his hands and your own volition worked in tandem to bring you up and down his shaft. occasionally he would poke that spot in the back that made anton want to freeze space and time to feel it again. one of antons hands went to grip your shoulder. you moved a hand to hold his balls, experimentally squeezing.

anton was lifting his hips off the bed now. he held your head in place he gave your mouth slow strokes. he could feel it bubbling in his chest and he got even harder in your mouth.

“i’m so close.” anton whispered. he reached for your hand and you quickly gave it to him. he wanted to touch you, any part of you. he squeezed your hand he rested his hips on the bed. this didn’t you from taking him all the way again. anton could feel you gag on him and that made him swell with courage.

“babe where do you want it?” anton said

he looked down at you over his muscles. his abdomen was pulled tight underneath the skin to keep him from bucking into you. you were looking up at him already, eyes hooded. you kept sucking on him, not pulling away.

“in your mouth?” you nodded and moaned something that sounded like a yes.

“you sure you can take it all?” anton wishes he could sound controlled, but every other word was interrupted with a moan or a sudden jolt. he was amazed at how you were able to do this and make it look so easy. you were driven by his pleasure the same way he was with yours.

when you responded by taking him even deeper anton couldn’t hold it anymore. he hit that same spot in the back and your hand still massaging his balls made him moan expletives. holy shit and so good fell from his mouth over and over again. you took it all, still holding eye contact as anton came down your throat.

anton pitifully bucked into your mouth one final time as he laid spent on the bed. he slowly used the hand that was guiding your head to pull himself out of your mouth. he let out a gasp from lack of contact as his dick began to soften.

you looked at anton with a smile on your face. he reached a hand up to wipe away a dribble of cum that had found its way out.

“that was amazing. thank you so much baby” anton didn’t hesitate to bring you in for a million little kisses. he kissed you while rubbing the small of your back and pulled you close, missing all of you that he couldn’t touch.

boyfriend!sungchan x reader | 1.9k words

this is a mature work. minors do not interact

contains: blowjob and a little bit of cum eating (SAWRI)

sungchan was usually really in tune to your emotions. he was often teased for staring at you observing what you did in almost every situation. he couldn’t help it when everything about you he found so endearing. he couldn’t stop watching you and he believed knowing what you were thinking made him a better boyfriend. no matter how much he watched you, he could never guess what you wanted when it came to the bedroom.

to say you were unpredictable in bed was an understatement. when you would get handsy in between the sheet sungchan never knew what variation of you he was gonna get.

was he going to get the bossy version of you. this was the one that told him when and where to cum and touch you? sungchan liked submitting to you when you were like that. he would never admit it but he loved being bossed around. he could feel the stress from his day to day life melt off his shoulders when you told him to get on his knees.

sungchan also occasionally got the bashful side of you. this was the one that he had to egg on and strain his ear to listen to. sungchan really like the way that version of you moaned, quiet and gentle. he liked feeling your face when he said nasty things to the bashful version of you, you face hot to the touch. the way you would grip your shoulder when he talked about how wet you were or how you’d hide his face in the crook of his neck. he also enjoyed telling you to touch yourself when you are like that, teasing you until the very end. the end was always the best, that was when you were at your loudest.

sungchan loved all the versions of you that he got. this time was no different.

sungchan looked at you on the bed, fucked out from your recent orgasm. he would pull them from you meticulously and repeatedly. once he found out what drove you crazy you used that to his full advantage. it felt like an accomplishment each time, especially if he could get you to finish before even taking any clothes off. there were several times sungchan would have his hand down your pants and his lips on your neck, sucking any skin you had exposed. each time an orgasm would hit you like a truck, making you grip onto him for stability. sungchan loved that the most, becoming something that you can lean on coming down from your high.

sungchan put a hand on your bent knee. he rubbed the skin gently, moving it around in the air.

“you got another one in you mama?” sungchan still moved your bent knee in circles with your hand. he already knew you were spent. he had lost count of how many times you seized around him over the course of the night. you were usually out of it by the second one, but tonight you were insatiable. sungchan loved this version of you as well.

his hand creeped down your leg and you twitched when he got to your mid thigh. “is she too sensitive?” he asked with a pout.

you nodded you head while looking at sungchan.

“wanna take a break,” sungchan started palming your knee. when you shook your head, sungchan raised his eyebrow. “use your words baby.”

“can i suck your dick?”

sungchan couldn’t stop himself from smiling. you were so polite, eyes wide already crawling towards him on the bed. you had shed the effects of your nth orgasm and were ready to go again. sungchan wasn’t sure how to approach this situation. which version of you was this one?

“oh? you wanna make me feel good?” sungchan’s smile turned into a smirk. you nodded quickly, hands touching him everywhere.

sungchan loved teasing you, but it always gave him a guess on what you wanted from him in bed. if you were feeling defiant, you would stare at him with narrowed eyes. if you felt pliant you wouldn’t say anything, getting into the position you wanted him to take you in. the way you were nodding made sungchan a little harder, his member bobbing up and down.

“where do you want me?” sungchan could feel your hands all over him. they were shaking a little so he grabbed them, kissing each finger.

“standing. off the bed.” sungchan nodded and heeded your request. he liked it best when he was laying on the bed with your ass up in the air next to him. he loved being able to slip a finger into your heat or slap your ass while you sucked him off. it would always end with you laying across sungchan’s abdomen while he brought you to your climax. but your determined look was so cute he decided to listen to you.

when sungchan was off the bed, he reached out his hand to help you off the bed. you stood in front of him and sungchan used a finger underneath your chin to look up at him. sungchan had to lean down to bring you into a kiss. it was a simple peck from sungchan’s end but you quickly deepened it. you put a hand on the back of his neck and brought him closer. your other hand reached between your bodies, hand grabbing his dick. sungchan almost bit your lip in surprise when you tightened your hold on him. he broke apart from you with gentle hands on your shoulders pushing you back.

“wanna get on your knees for me?”

you nodded and got on your knees for your boyfriend. sungchan pushed his hair back as he looked down at you. he didn’t want to miss a second of this.

sungchan liked it most when you gripped his dick. he remembers telling you that your hold didn’t have to be weak, he preferred the hold to be a little stronger. you were a good listener, and fast learner. he felt secure in your hand, but lightheaded when you looked up to him for approval.

“you look so determined baby,” sungchan caressed your cheek while you licked from his base to tip. “but can you even take all of it?”

it was no secret that sungchan was bigger than most men. you made sure to let him know this the first time you had ever slept together. he didn’t want to brag about it, but it had taken you awhile to get accustomed to his size. he always thought that this was the reason why you didn’t ask to suck his dick very often. sungchan treated your mouth like a prize, so he let you do your thing.

sungchan placed his hands on his hip when you first took him into your mouth. you started with an angle that had sungchan poking into your cheek. he knew how crazy it drove him seeing the physical evidence of how big he was. putting your hands together or lifting you like you weighed nothing didn’t hold a candle to how sungchan could see himself inside of you. sungchan’s dick made contact with the gummy inside of your cheek again before he leaned his head back.

“i-i can barely fit in your mouth.” sungchan said, clearing his suddenly dry throat. you prove him wrong by taking in all of him, until your nose is touching his sweaty stomach and your hooded eyes look into his.

“push me if it’s too much sweetheart.” sungchan drops his hands back to his side as he slowly rocks into your mouth. you take it all in stride and he feels something swelling in his chest. the inside of your mouth closes around his dick and he puts a single hand to push your cheek to the side. this gives sungchan a new angle, one that is helping you better manage your breath.

sungchan wishes he could spend the rest of his life rocking into your mouth. he wants to last forever for you, at the very least until you pussy is not so sensitive. he just wants to make sure you’re fucked out and happy, pulling him close while your eyes drift to sleep. but right now you were on your knees in front of him, fondling the balls the way he liked and taking you all the way to the back of your throat. sungchan tangled a hand in your hair, letting you set the pace. you were starting to lose your composure the same way sungchan was. your blowjobs were usually prim and proper. but you had spit coming out the corners of your lips. sungchan couldn’t hold back a smile. sungchan put a finger underneath your chin to bring your gaze up.

“you’re such a good girl,” sungchan used his thumb from the same hand to wipe the corners of your lips. “but you make such a mess.”

like it was a cue for you, you pulled sungchan from your mouth. you fisted his cock, pumping it at a faster pace and sungchan started losing his reservations. he was fucking your hand now, still looking at you. you were focused on how his abdomen was moving in tandem with your hand. you kissed his tip, trying to stay in your right mind to keep up the same pace.

“turn around.” sungchan gripped your shoulders and turned you around, so your back was leaning against the edge of the bed. you broke the beat you had set, but sungchan resumed at a faster pace than before. he fucked into your hand desperately without you even having to move. you looked up at him getting lost in pleasure. he was such a tease, so much to the point he teased himself. sungchan would be cocky, trying to tell you how badly you wanted dick while his voice was breaking just from the thought of being in your mouth. you let him lose himself and you were grateful because you got to watch the show.

“where do you want it?” sungchan abandoned the version of himself that was arrogant, trying to keep his pleasure to himself. this version of sungchan was whiny and desperate and in a hurry because he couldn’t keep it together for much longer.

“on my chest, where i know you like it.” you said.

sungchan pushed your shoulders against the edge of the bed. he continued to rut into your hand and he had to look at you one last time before letting go. you bit your lip and sungchan was gone. he came to an abrupt stop when he first came. you took the initiative to continue pumping your hand at the same speed he was humping your hand. he whimpered and moaned a broken cry as he continued to make a mess on your chest. all sungchan knew was your hand and your name and your face and your body. all sungchan could think about was you and the red hot pleasure that burned all over his body. the flames turned to blue and then white when you didn’t let up on your speed. sungchan had almost collapsed his whole body against you on the side of the bed. he didn’t stop whimpering until he stopped your hand with his. you let go reluctantly, exposing your full chest to him. sungchan used his finger to spread his mess around. he brought a finger full of himself to your lips and you licked it clean. sungchan sat beside you on the floor as he came down from his high. you did the same to him, bringing a finger to his mouth and he sucked you finger, biting it slightly.

“i’m ready whenever you are.” you said smiling at sungchan, who was still trying to catch his breath. “but i think you’re the one who’s sensitive now.”

#requestz #blurbz #sungchanz #antonz #01zfan: anton #01zfan: sungchan #sungchan smut #anton smut #riize smut

[sturniolos-blog]

First Bath - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot

warnings - angst, (i almost cried but then it gets okay again) fluff, swearing, kissing, cuteeee, birth???

based on this request !!

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9:29am

The back door shuts after Matt put our new baby girl in the back.

“Matt, i’m fine.” I scoff as he tries to help me in the car, i hate being babied.

“I know, n/n. Just take it easy, you just had a baby.” He reasons.

“Like a whole week ago!” I defend myself, grunting as i get myself in the passenger seat.

To rundown, the delivery didn't go as planned. It was supposed to be a natural birth but then we had a complication and i had to go into an emergency C-section, here's how it went.

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1:36am

"One more push, mama. You got this!" The nurse patting my forehead with a cold cloth encouraged.

I let out a groan as hot tears ran down my hot and sweaty face, I shook my head. "I can't!" I let out a sob as Matt squeezed my hand.

Matt shook his head and kissed my sweaty forehead, "You can do it, y/n, i know you can my love. You're so close, n/n. Doing so good, baby. One more and then she's here." He smiled, Matt had tears ready to spill from his eyes any moment, he looked stressed out.

I sobbed, "I can't, i can't!" I yelled out.

"You can, y/n! You're almost there, you cannot give up now! One more and then we are done you got this." The doctor that was currently in between my legs said.

As i was about to push again, a monitor started beeping. I looked too my left, where it was coming from. It was the baby's monitor.

Doctors flooded the room.

"W-what's happening?" I stuttered out, feeling a sudden pain in my lower abdomen.

"Ow!" I winced.

"Wait, what the hell is going on?" Matt said, his hand still holding mine as he had a concerned look on his face.

"Y/n, we have to get you into an emergency C-section right now, if you push again the baby will not survive. We didn't catch this before, but every time you pushed it worsened the baby's chances of surviving and yours too." The doctor said.

"But- i-im almost done, we are almost there!" I protest, "Matt- i'm scared." I sobbed.

"I know, honey, i'm sorry." Matt squeezed my hand tightly, turning back to the doctors, "How the hell did you miss this?"

"We don't know and we are truly sorry but, Y/n, if you don't get into the operating room now we could lose you both." The doctor said as the rest of the doctors started preparing too move.

"No- no- what? I can't lose them both! What are you, insane?!" Matt yelled, tears now streaming down his face.

"Mr. Sturniolo, please calm down, you can wait in the waiting room with the rest of your family."

3rd person POV (still flash back)

Y/n's heart monitor also started going down, her body seized as she shook.

"She's going into V-Fib!" One of the doctors yelled before one climb on her gurney, starting to do chest compressions as they rolled the gurney out and too the operating room.

Matt sobbed, watching his wife. "Y/n!" He called out before a security guard escorted him into the waiting room.

Chris and Nick were there waiting for him. Chris and Nick had smiles on their faces but seeing Matt's hurt, broken and depressing expression their faces changed.

They got up and walked over too him, Chris wrapped his arm around Matt and ran his fingers through his hair, Matt let out a sob.

"What happened, Matt?" Chris asked first as him and Nick brought him to sit down.

Matt sobbed.

"Matt, talk to us." Nick said as Marylou and Jimmy came back with bags of food.

Marylou put the bags down and rushed over to Matt, Chris got out of the way so Marylou could sit next to him.

"They don't know if y/n or the baby is gonna make it." Matt sobbed.

"I can't lose them both, mom, i can't. Y//n is the love of my life i-" Matt interrupted himself with another sob.

"Aw, honey. She'll be okay, they both will." Marylou hugged him.

Chris and Nick shared a saddened look, feeling incredibly bad for Matt, but also incredibly scared that their bestfriend and their niece would not make it.

Timeskip (Still flashback)

Y/n POV

I wake up to a steady beeping sound, i opened my eyes and saw Matt in the hospital chair next to my bed, his eyes were closed and his chest was moving up and down with each steady breath. His head was rested on his hand and i could see tear stains down his cheeks. He looked so tired, even while he was sleeping.

He had his left hand in mine, holding my hand tightly and subconsciously.

I moved slightly, letting out a grown in pain as i tried to readjust my uncomfortable position, Matt seemed to wake up at this.

"Baby, wait." He said softly, standing up and helping me fix my position.

He stood over me and looked at me for a second. "You're okay." He whispered.

I smiled and nodded before my smile dropped, I looked around the room for my baby.

Matt put his hand on my cheek, "The nurse is getting her now, she is one hundred percent okay, and she's beautiful." He comforted.

"She's okay?" I finally spoke.

"She's okay, and so are you now.." He reassured, leaning down and kissing my lips.

"Okay, here she is!" Matt and I pulled away from the kiss as a nurse wearing pink scrubs walked in rolling a small gurney with a baby in it,

my baby,

our baby.

She had big eyes, not sure of the color yet, she had long eyelashes and her hair was dark brown, her skin was creamy white but with my tan skin i was sure it would change.

She had a button nose and cute little lips, and her hands were so small.

"Would you like to hold her, mom?" The nice nurse asked, I nodded rapidly as Matt laughed and pushed my hair behind my ear.

The nurse picked up my baby and handed her to me, I groaned in pain as I almost lost my grip on Ella.

Matt quickly put his arms under mine, the nurse reached over, taking Estrella from me and putting her back as Matt's eyebrows furrowed, "What was that?" He asked as he looked at the nurse.

"The doctor said there are going to be struggles, the complication you endured took a big toll on your strength, so this is totally normal, but in a couple weeks you should be feeling better and maybe by then you'll be able too hold her without any problems, and everything will be okay." The nurse explained.

"Weeks?" My voice cracked, i shook my head. "I can't even hold my own baby! How is everything going to be okay?" Tears streamed down my face as Matt's fingers brushed through my hair.

"I know, i'm so sorry. I'll um-" The nurse clears her throat, "I'll give you guys some space." She says, grabbing a clip board and shutting the door before leaving the room. The blinds were closed too so we had complete privacy.

My eyes trail back down to my baby, her eyes were big and bright as they darted all over the room.

I buried my face in my hands and let out a sob, Matt kissed my forehead.

"Y/n, look, baby, look." He pulled my arms away from my face.

I watched as Matt walked over to the other side of the bed and picked up Ella, he walked back to where he was originally standing,

"Put your arms out," He said, I sniffled but complied, putting my arms out.

He placed Estrella in my arms carefully but put his arms right back under mine and helped me hold her as my arms shake slightly. I sniffled and let out a sob of happiness as i looked down at our daughter in my arms, and technically Matt's arms too.

"It doesn't hurt, right? You're not in pain?" He asked to make sure.

I shook my head, "I'm fine." I laughed, "She's beautiful," I said as i looked up at Matt.

He sniffled and nodded as tears flooded his eyes, "Just like her mother." He laughed, leaning in and kissing me.

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Present Time (9:32am)

"I know, baby. But the doctor said-"

I cut Matt off, "I don't care what the doctor said, Matt! The doctor almost killed me and my baby so even if i had all the fucks in the world i still wouldn't give one!" I snap, I see Matt's expression change to a sad one.

"Well at least listen to me." He says, his voice soft.

I look at him and sigh before nodding. "Okay," I whisper.

Matt smiles and grabs my seatbelt, leaning over and buckling me in.

I clear my throat as Matt stands there for a second. He smiles at me, I try to hold my smile back but i give in, giving him a toothy smile.

"There she is." He laughs, leaning in and locking me in a sweet kiss, I hum against his lips.

He pulls away. "Let's go home."

"Agreed." I let out a sigh of relief.

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7:29pm

I rock Ella back and forth in my arms.

I was standing in front of the window, it felt so calm, the air, the silence, the only thing you could hear was the fan in the room and the occasional car passing in the street.

I hear the door open, footsteps on the carpet come behind me as arms wrap around my waist.

I lean back into Matt's arms, he kisses my neck.

"How are you feeling?" He asks me, his breath against my ear.

I smile as Ella lets out a soft sound, "Happy, like really fucking happy, Matt."

Matt chuckles, "That's great, baby." He turns me around to face him, Ellas eyes were open and on Matt. She was so pretty.

My arms tremble as i feel a bad pain in my lower abdomen, my arms shaking but my grip on Estrella tightening, i close my eyes for a second.

I sighed as Matt took Estrella from my arms. I frowned.

"The doctor said this was gonna happen, it's completely normal, but that means you actually have to take it easy." Matt comforts,

I shook my head, "I'm already failing as a mother- i can't even hold my baby," Tears of frustration flowed down my face.

Matt shook his head and held Ella in one arm, wrapping his other one around me tightly. He kissed the side of my head, "No, no. That's not it at all, baby. You're already being an amazing mother. You are pushing through the pain to hold your daughter, you risked your life for her, you went through 6 hours of pain just to have to go into surgery for her, if that's not an amazing mother than i don't know what is." He tells me.

I give him a sad smile, "Thank you for being so good to me."

"Always." He laughs, "Now, should we give her her first bath in her new home?"

I smile, "Yes, definitely."

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7:36pm

"Okay, put her in." I tell Matt as Ella is naked now, he lifts her up and puts her in this baby bath that's especially made for newborns. We put the baby bath in the bigger bath so it was easier, that left us kneeling in front of the big bath as we put Estrella in the small one. (Search it up if you don't know what i'm talking about.)

Ella looks at us weirdly before splashing the water slightly.

"You think she likes it?" I ask Matt as i hold his arm.

"I don't know, why don't we just ask her?" He says sarcastically.

I deadpan, "Very funny." I say before grabbing the baby soap.

"Is that the right soap?" Matt asks me, taking the bottle from me and reading it.

"I don't know, why don't we ask her?" i repeat what Matt just said to me a couple seconds ago.

"Ha, ha. Very funny, smartass." He shakes his head and chuckles.

Wrapping his arms around me and peppering quick kisses all on my face, i laugh. "Matt!"

He kisses me once before pulling away.

I wet my hands before lathering my hands in the soap, i carefully grab Estrellas arm as she give me a side eye.

Matt laughs.

"Shut up." I mumble, washing Ellas other arm too.

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7:48pm

I sit down in the rocking chair with Estrella in my arms. I look down at her and go over all her features.

Matt comes in and hands me her last bottle of the night.

"She's beautiful." Matt says as i feed Estrella the bottle. I nod in agreement.

"She really is, huh?" I smile.

"Just like her-"

I cut Matt off, "Father. She is beautiful like her father." I say, still looking down at Estrella.

Matt chuckles, kissing my cheek. "I love you."

"i love you too, Matt."

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I hope you guys liked this because i knowww i did, i actually had so much motivation and di way more for this request then what was actually requested but i hope you like it anyway. I live for angst. I also am keeping estrella and mailo for further dad matt fics

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[huhniebowl]

Miss Me?

dominic fike x reader

warnings: nonee

a/n:...hey yall. IM BACK! i missed u pookey🥹.

i'm so sorry for my absence, i missed writing so much, but most of all i missed talking & interacting with u all. second to last year at uni is just really kicking my ass as of late. i've also had insane writer's block, and still do. my confidence as a writer has been at an all-time low, so i hope this short blurb does justice for u! ♥️

i finally have a bit of a breather, so i'm going to work my ass off on requests & hopefully gain my confidence back in the midst of it all.

i love u guys so so much, please enjoy! feels good to be back. :)

Thunder crackles outside, rain pelting against the windows in your room. You have a candle lit on your nightstand, next to your lamp that helps emit a warm glow to the room. It’s nights like these that feel content.

They feel safe. A steaming cup of hot cocoa, an oversized jumper, and a good book. Legs tucked to the side under your comforter. 

You’re only missing one thing. 

You just about hit the part you’ve been waiting for in your book when you hear shuffling outside the room, and then the door creaking open. Just on time. 

Dominic. 

He had locked himself in his in-home studio, two doors down from the bedroom. Despite his album drop in the summer, it’s October now and he’s already working towards his third. You admire his dedication and love for his craft, really you do, but he looks tired.

Between the take-off of his acting career, touring, and his new album, he’s consistently on the go. You push your reading glasses up and softly smile at him. 

“Hey, how’s it coming along?” Dom shrugs, closing the door behind him and pulling his hoodie overhead, throwing it on the floor. He smoothes down his band tee and wordlessly climbs into bed with you. He moves in close, swipes your book from your hands, and lightly tosses it on his nightstand. 

You grin, and open your arms wide when he maneuvers himself on top of you. You untuck your legs and spread them out to accommodate him. He lays between them, his cheek pressed snuggly against the space where your neck and shoulder meet. He lets out a breath and you feel his body melt against yours. 

“Missed you.” He mumbles, peppering kisses on your shoulder, then he moves up to your face. You laugh, his curls falling forward around his face and tickling your cheeks. You bring your arms around his neck, fingertips dipping under his shirt to run along the top of his back, before skimming them over the nape of his neck.  

“I’d miss me too if I locked myself in a room for.” You glance over at the wall clock, it's 1 a.m. 

“8 hours!? Jesus, Dom.” Dominic drops face-first onto your chest and curls up into you. One arm wrapped around your stomach, the other lying next to you.

“That’s like a regular workday.” He counters, and you roll your eyes, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV for some background noise.

It causes you to unwrap your arms from around him. You’re just barely able to click on a random episode of some adult cartoon before Dominic lets out a noise of protest. 

“No.” He mumbles. 

“It hasn’t even been 15 seconds.” You roll your eyes, but nonetheless, you put the remote on your nightstand, click off the lamp, and scoop your boyfriend back into your arms.  He says something sarcastic and witty into your shirt, but you don’t have in yourself tonight to rile him up. So you bring a hand up to his hair and rake your nails along his scalp.  

Having Dom this close feels surreal, despite it being years since you began dating. The steady beat of his heart against you. The sigh of contentment he lets go of when you hold him closer and squeeze. Even the grounding grip of his hand laced around yours has you slipping away.

He holds on to you as if you’d slip away from him. Like you’d leave him given the opportunity. That theory’s proved right when you lightly shift down to get yourself more comfortable and on instinct, his hold on you tightens. 

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” You whisper, kissing his forehead. He hums, moving in closer. He’s so close you can feel his eyelashes wisp against your skin. It reminds you of a fairy. Delicate and soft. 

“Did you miss me today?” You remove your reading glasses and place them next to your cup. 

“I always miss you.” You start, rubbing a hand down his back. 

“How much?” 

“I missed you as much as I miss Abbott Elementry.” You feel him laugh, and shift so he can look up at you. 

“You know you’re probably never getting a season 3 right?” You roll your eyes, push his head back down, and purposely tug a little hard at a curl on the nape of his neck. 

“Fuck you.” He whines, flinching at the pull. You giggle, quickly smoothing your hand over where you pulled. It goes silent after that. 

Rick and Morty fills up the silence.

You start to believe that Dom has fallen asleep, but when you glance down, you see him staring at the rain hitting the window. There’s a faraway look in his eyes, you can almost see the cogs working in his head. 

“Are you happy with me?” He suddenly whispers, and it’s then you understand his silence. You do everything in your power to always make sure Dom knows how much you love him. How much he makes you happy.  How much he makes you smile and makes your life feel like it’s worth living.

Though, no matter how clear you make that, there are still those days when Dom gets in his head. Where his usual rationality, seems to diminish. But you’re always there. Ready to take it all away. 

“Hey.” You start, and the pad of your thumb rubs over his cheekbone. “I honestly don’t think there’s a word I can use that could describe how happy you make me. How safe and content I feel just knowing that I get to come home to you.” 

Dominic shuffles, and you feel his eyelashes flutter closed against your thumb. “I’m more than happy with you. And believe me, when I say, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Dom deeply inhales, then breathes out. His hand squeezes yours, and you feel a kiss being placed on your chest, then your collarbone. One under your chin, then behind your ear. The top of your cheek, the corner of your eye, and finally, he presses a lingering kiss on your lips. 

You press the palm of your hand on the side of his face and push him deeper into you. Kissing him with an intensity you hope says a thousand words. 

He pulls away first and rests his forehead against yours. He’s silent for a moment, the both of you trying to catch your breaths. You see the side of his top lip quirk up, and he pulls back from your face.

“Maybe you’ll get your season three after all. I’ll make a few calls tomorrow.” You laugh out. It’s loud and comes straight from your belly. You mush his face to the side when he starts laughing with you. 

“Oh, fuck you.” 

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[sluttyminghao]

hi!!! congratulations on 8k!!!!! would you be willing to elaborate on that ask u answered about junhui realizing he has a size kink for the 8k celebration?? thank u!!! www/tumblr.com/sluttyminghao/721056514879700992/i-think-junhui-often-forgets-that-hes-pretty-tall

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"you're so big junnie~"

your breathy voice has his cock twitching against your entrance and he almost cums right then and there, but he manages to compose himself enough to guide his cock further into you, eliciting louder moans from your swollen lips.

you can feel the way his thick cock stretches you out so well, the slight sting making you arch your back and squeeze your eyes shut. jun's lips connect with the flesh on your neck moments later, hoping to soothe some of the pain.

"so cute, so little under me...fuck, do i like this?" he mumbles under his breath, watching as his cock disappears inside of you. the way you're clutching at his forearms and trembling has his ego shooting through the roof.

"j-jun...so big..." your voice is slightly incoherent but the words you speak lowly have warmth shooting through his abdomen and he can't help but groan and thrust out slowly, before sharply guiding his hips in again to hit your sweet spot.

"yeah, im so fucking big, arent i baby? filling you up so good, gonna split you open," his husky voice sends shivers throughout your body and without warning, your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. it washes over you so fast and your juices coat his thick cock, amplifying the wet sounds echoing through the room.

"god, you came already? must've felt so good hm~" he teases, watching as you cover your face in embarrassment. he lets you ride out your orgasm, before speeding his thrusts up so he can cum and collapse on top of you.

"junnie?"

"mm?"

"do you have a size kink?"

he stares at you with wide eyes, his heart hammering in his chest. it wasn't something he had thought of before, but seeing how you looked laying underneath him, his cock disappearing into you, everything about the act had him going insane.

"maybe?"

"change that maybe to a yes."

#8k celebration #sluttyhao smut #sluttyhao drabbles #kpop smut #seventeen smut #junhui smut #jun smut

[stxrvel]

i don't wanna live forever (1)

summary: reader couldn't stop having deaths in her life ever since the Supersoldier serum came into her life. no matter how hard she tried to stay sane, it seemed that life didn't want to give her a break. until, one afternoon, she learned that one of her old friends was alive… (you guys know im bad at summaries, but please give this one a chance)

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: +4.5k

warnings: angst, major character deaths, canon deaths¿?, bad words, english is not my first language! thoughts of revenge and death, this is like an introductory chapter, so the buckyxreader interaction is low, but it'll get better, i promise!

note: holy fuck guys. i just spent like five hours writing and editing this and i fucking love it. its been a while since ive been this proud of a work, im actually scare the emotion will disappear, but i really want to rejoice in this one. i wanted to write something a little different from my usuals, maybe a little common in the fanfiction world, but i started and i simply could not stop (or maybe just approach this bucky fic from another perspective). so this is the first part and i'll try with all my heart to keep this going because it was fucking insane, at least for me. i really hope you all like this as much as i do! feel free to leave any comment! thanks always for all the support!! see you next time <3

part 2 ; part 3 ; part 4

When you went into the Supersoldier serum project with Steve, you thought you were going to change the world. Of course, at that time when technology was relatively new any invention felt like the beginning of a new era. That's how it was all sold to you and it was how you expected everything to turn out… Until you realized that it was all really a waste of effort and time.

They were just propaganda for war. Not to stop it, to promote it. To motivate it.

You tried, on several occasions, not to think too much about it. You tried to stay out of it as Steve sometimes asked you to, even though even he didn't want to, as Bucky asked you to when you lay on his shoulder to cry in the little time you had free between trips. It was a great burden of guilt and helplessness.

Until you and Steve, with the almost imposed help of Peggy and Howard, rescued Bucky from the evil hands of Johann Schmidt and his nefarious organization, HYDRA, that, unbeknownst to you, would haunt you for a long time to come. It was only after that, after spending several sleepless days on edge thinking about what might be happening to Bucky, that you and Steve were finally able to go out and contribute something. Destroy HYDRA and the Red Skull's plans.

Of course, you realized that not everything could go right when, the one mission you couldn't attend, Bucky didn't return. And then Steve didn't come back either.

“Do you think this will ever end?” you had asked Bucky the day before his last mission.

“Of course it will,” he had answered without hesitation, moonlight illuminating his clear eyes, squeezing your hand as if it was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life. “And after that we can begin to live as it should be.”

But there was no after that, because you never recovered from losing him. From losing them both.

“Are you okay?” Peggy approached, in the middle of the afternoon when the sun was streaming through the stained glass windows of the church, illuminating the spot where Steve's empty coffin had been, because they didn't even find his body. They didn't even think there was any of it left.

You barely moved your head to acknowledge her presence, moving the prayer slip they had recited throughout the mass between your hands. Your eyes were crystallized, in tears that no longer even made the effort to flow, because you had already spent too many days and nights crying. Peggy had been on the other side of the church, sitting next to Howard while the priest spoke, because you had refused to be near them in those moments. You didn't want to be near them.

“As well as one can be,” you slurred, finding that it had been a long time since you'd last used your voice for anything other than cursing and crying disconsolately.

The people had already left, probably an hour or more ago. The empty coffin had already been brought out, all the flower arrangements had been picked up, and the priest was preparing for the evening mass. You knew you had to leave, you knew Peggy and Howard were there waiting for you, but you felt stuck at that moment. You didn't want to leave, you didn't want to get ahead, you didn't want that life if it had to be this cruel.

You heard Peggy's sigh, before she took a seat next to you, a short distance away, averting her gaze to look at Christ on the cross.

You didn't know if you were selfish to be so closed off to your friends at this moments, because they must be grieving as much as you were, but you didn't know how to deal with the future possibilities. Bucky and Steve, great men and soldiers, one even with enhanced abilities, had not been able to make it through the punishment of war. What if Peggy and Howard were the same? What if they too had the cruel fate of dying at the hands of injustice? Could you deal with that? With everyone gone?

Maybe you could open up to them a little more because if not, who else? Turning away from them was not going to ensure their survival in this hate-filled society. Maybe you could protect them, like you couldn't protect Steve and Bucky. Maybe you could make a difference, because you had the chance to.

“You know,” Peggy spoke again, rearranging herself on the bench and crossing her legs, “Steve always knew this was how it would end.”

Her wistful, mournful, fragile voice sent a shiver through your body. Peggy didn't consider herself someone to show herself vulnerable in front of others no matter how close they were, even in those things that hurt her the most, in those things that affected her personally and made her eyes water instantly, she always tended to shut down. And at that moment you didn't dare interrupt her because you knew it would probably be the only time she would talk about Steve in a long time.

“Sometimes we'd talk, between tour trips, and he would tell me that wasn't what he wanted to do, even when he had to convince you otherwise,” her clasped hands would occasionally squeeze between words, blinking rapidly to fight back the tears. “He didn't know if he'd made the right decision.”

You could almost picture him, backstage at the foot of the stairs with that notebook he carried everywhere and wouldn't let go, Peggy at his side nostalgic, as helpless as the others. It reminded you of the times you'd had similar conversations with Bucky, desperate to find a purpose, a way through so much fog.

“The first time I saw him so sure of himself was when he asked us to help them look for Bucky,” she mumbled his name, as if trying not to scare you away by saying it too loudly. “Ever since then it seemed like he'd found that spark…”

“Until Bucky died,” you whispered, the words cutting through the cold and silence, Peggy shifting on the bench contritely.

“He lost something of himself from that day on, it wasn't hard to tell. The next time I heard him so sure after spending days lost, it was on that call from the plane.”

Peggy paused, raising her hand to cover her mouth as her voice faltered. You turned to look at her, wishing you could rip the pain from her soul and leave it in yours. She was trying to contain her emotions, breathing deeply, and in that moment you wondered what life might be like from now on, with the specter of grief following you around, waiting for the next time the dead knocked on your doors, unexpectedly, without allowing you to say goodbye.

“He had told me he wouldn't die in peace until he could get it all over with. And he took it all with him. And I hated him so much for it…” Peggy sobbed, her labored breathing standing out between words. She kept looking straight ahead at the stained glass windows, the expression on her face hard and scowling despite having tears rolling down her cheeks, as if she were trying to blame something for what had happened. Her reproachful eyes fixed on the Christ.

Her wails echoed through the walls of the church, the father on the dais sending them a look of sorrow. He had offered you water, thirty minutes after everyone at Steve's wake had left, when they kept walking, and you stood there.

Another empty casket.

“Ladies,” Howard's voice reached your ears amidst all the physical and emotional numbness. You could barely notice Peggy wiping under her eyes with the pocket square that was surely part of Howard's suit, as she took breaths to get up. “We should go now.”

You heard him walk, his slow, careful steps stopping just behind you. There, on his feet with his chest tight, he rested a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze in support. He knew it was the most you would allow him at a time like this, deciding not to pass up the opportunity to let you know he was there. You sighed, feeling a heaviness take over your body as you stood up.

“Yeah, let's go.”

The next few months passed in a blur. Maybe too fast, maybe too slow, you weren't sure anymore.

Peggy continued to work at the Strategic Science Reserve for a couple of years, calling you from time to time to help her with some jobs. You kept a low profile, practically a fugitive from the state, while trying to live a halfway normal life in Europe. A lot of it thanks to Howard really.

Life had become a rather monotonous routine when you stopped getting so many calls from Peggy and Howard several years later. You knew they were fine, but not being able to return to the country filled you with anguish every day. And trying to lead a normal life became too complicated when you looked in the mirror and it seemed like not a single day had passed since you were in that capsule of Dr. Erskine's with Steve.

Until Peggy called one day asking you to come back. She told you that it was safe, that there would be no state officials waiting for you at the airport, but even if that had been the situation, you wouldn't have hesitated for a second to buy the first plane ticket and fly to see them again. To Howard and Peggy, to melt into an embrace, longing for the lost years.

You had thought that contributing to the fight in World War II had earned you a ticket to at least be recognized in the military, but all you gained was the government with their mad scientists looking for you to try to recreate the Supersoldier serum. Peggy didn't want to risk you and Howard gave you no choice by giving you a plane ticket to Finland with your bags packed.

You wasted many years not being by their side, unable to keep the promise you had made them in your head to be close by to protect them, to watch over their safety.

But when you left the airport there was only Peggy, and maybe that should've told you everything.

Her hair already looked gray, the effects of gravity and time present on her face. You hated to think that you shouldn't have looked any different from the way she saw you last time when she waved you off at that same airport. Her warm gaze was the same, raising her arms with held back tears to encircle you in a big hug. She tried hard not to sob against your shoulder, you felt the choppy movement of her breath against your chest.

She looked so different and the same at the same time.

You walked to her car a moment later, her trying to carry your suitcase and you telling her you were perfectly fine carrying it on your own. Amidst a smile, she walked into the driver's door and you frowned as you saw the empty passenger seat.

“Where's Howard?” you spoke as you sat down, after stowing the huge suitcase in the trunk of the car. The way you moved to buckle up, you didn't notice the way Peggy froze in place, her hands clenching the steering wheel so tightly that her breath hitched from the effort.

“We're going to see him,” was all she said, but she was very good at hiding that something was wrong. Only for a little while.

During the trip, even though you tried to ask things about them, about what they had been doing during this time, you didn't miss the way her shoulders were tense or her eyes very alert. Something bad had happened and Peggy was trying to hide it from you.

When she pulled up in front of a church, you already knew what had happened without her answering a single one of your questions.

Howard had died.

You two had sat next to Howard's son Tony, his spitting image, in complete silence as the prayers went on. At that moment you didn't know what had happened, hoping it had been a quiet and peaceful death, because you didn't know if you would be able to endure another violent death.

Peggy gave you all the details when the mass was over, after the coffin was taken away, and you hadn't felt such fury in so many years. Not since the deaths of Bucky and Steve had that adrenaline rush of anger returned to run through your body as violently as it did at that moment, when Peggy told you that he had been murdered along with his wife. All to steal some prototypes of Dr. Erskine's serum. The damned serums with which everything had started.

This time there was a body in the coffin, but there was also a culprit. Someone to point the finger at and take it out on for years of anguish and pain.

You were at Peggy's house, staying for a few days, when she told you that wasn't all.

Peggy had a suspicion that HYDRA hadn't disappeared when Steve crashed that plane into the ice. Her suspicions generated panic in you, because Bucky and Steve had died for that, now apparently Howard, only for it all to have been for nothing. The feeling of carnage that ran through your whole head made you nauseous, years of helplessness and pain pent up in such a small body had to find its way out somehow.

“It was a man, according to the information I've been able to gather,” Peggy spoke, taking a seat across from you in the dining room of her living room, after pouring you a glass of lemonade. “He didn't die from the crash. He had a concussion. He was hit in the head. His wife died from asphyxiation.”

“Does Tony know?”

“No,” Peggy shook her head quickly, one hand over her heart as if the mere thought caused her physical pain. “It didn't even occur to me to tell him something like that.”

“And he was looking for the serum,” you recalled, a bitter feeling planted in the back of your throat, the memories of the disastrous times during the war coming back into your head like a blinding flash.

“He took them. We don't know who he is or who he works for, but whoever they are, they must have been following us for a long time to know about them.”

“You mean years,” you arched an eyebrow, your fingers touching the cool exterior of the glass seeking some reassurance.

“Possibly. That project isn't recent,” Peggy nodded, drinking her lemonade with a grimace. You stared at the liquid almost finished from her glass, a wrinkle forming between your brows with each passing second and you kept wondering why.

“But what the fuck was going through that asshole's head?” you spat angrily. Rage at already the amount of lives that serum had taken with it and at Howard's recklessness. Rage at the reaper who seemed to be following in their footsteps for some reason, rage at that damn man and whoever his damn boss was.

“It was the only option, Y/N,” Peggy turned her gaze, meeting your eyes with a strange glint.

“What do you mean?” you were almost afraid to ask, your friend's gaze suddenly turning evasive. You watched her run her fingernails over the glass of the tumbler, lost for a moment in thought. The way her shoulders slumped forward in defeat caused a pressure in your chest that made it hard to breathe. Peggy shouldn't be going through these things at this point in life.

“Howard was working with the Pentagon, as a contractor or something. They had found you. Howard felt cornered and they made him sign an agreement.”

With your incredulous look on her face, Peggy didn't dare look back at you for a few seconds. So much had happened since you had left and it seemed that you had only been told about the things you weren't going to care about so much. But if you had known that you wouldn't have cared much about giving some of the state officials their comeuppance. You would've liked Howard to trust you enough to tell you, not live in as much fear behind his back as the last few years must've been. You didn't like the way Peggy's lips curved downward, as if she, too, would've preferred to make another decision had she known this was how it was going to end.

“Howard assured them that he could recreate the serum, and told them he would as long as they left you alone.”

“Fucking asshole…” you closed your eyes, scrubbing your face with your hands. The rough skin of your hands rubbed against the delicate skin of your face, years of combat and mistreatment foreseeing a harshness that reminded you every day of what you'd had to go through to get to that moment.

“I only found out about it after it happened. I didn't see it for like a whole week,” Peggy shook her head slightly, her eyes glistening in the pain of the memories. You shook your head hard, a more violent reaction than you could have anticipated.

“That stupid… stupid asshole! What the fuck made him think I couldn't defend myself?”

“He was trying to do the right thing,” Peggy finally searched your eyes, meeting the red rims that told her you were holding back too hard breaking in front of her, only using that pain mixed with rage to keep you sane.

“And look how that turned out!”

Peggy stretched her hand across the table, with a pleading look asking you to lower your voice, averting her gaze to the hallway. You followed her gaze, for a second forgetting where you were, forgetting that her family was with you behind the doors where you were plunged into darkness. It was past midnight.

You took a second to calm yourself, trying to drown out the uncontrolled emotions and taking deep breaths to calm your fluttering heart.

“And if what you theorize is true…” you regretted the moment those words left your mouth; you didn't even want to finish the sentence.

“Do you think it is?”

“I don't want to,” you shook your head instantly, closing your eyes, the thought sounding illogical inside your head. Your hands on your chest trying to contain the storm of feelings that was making chaos inside your head. “That would mean that everything we did, everything Bucky, Steve and Howard did and sacrificed, was in vain. It will all have been in vain.”

You spent several weeks with that thought in your head, working hand in hand with Peggy, and the organization you barely knew as SHIELD, to track down the whereabouts of the killer of Tony's parents and the one responsible because the Supersoldier's serums were, surely, in the wrong hands.

And yes, it was many years of fruitless missions and dead ends, with you running every field mission and Peggy calling the shots from the New York facility. Every time you felt close to discovering something, it seemed that the enemy rejoiced in your failures and still couldn't understand how they were always three steps ahead.

However, you had to leave the missions when Peggy became ill.

The silent, lethal Alzheimer's.

During the first months in the hospital, she still recognized you. She also recognized her husband and children. But after the first year, she frowned every time her children walked through the door. After a year and a half, her husband had to remind her that they had been married for about forty years.

After two years, she was still only remembering you, Howard, Steve and Bucky. Her whole life during her time in the army was all you talked about, sometimes you would tell her how much more time had passed than she remembered and always, without fail, she would ask you how much you had done in Europe for so long by yourself.

She cried every time she remembered Howard's death. She cried every time she remembered her children. Out of her mouth came a thousand apologies that no one would accept, because there was nothing anyone could do to prevent what had to happen. You wished she had been a serum test subject instead of you.

For several years, missions to find Tony's parents killer were sporadic because you spent more time around Peggy than at the SHIELD facility. She was the only thing you had left of everything you'd ever had, of when you held the world in your hands. She was the last thing keeping you tethered to that reality, keeping madness from flooding your reason. How could you have so many years ahead of you when that was all you had to live for? A life full of the dead, full of pain and suffering. What kind of karma were you paying for?

You were leaving the SHIELD facility, after another failed mission, when Nick Fury stopped you in front of the exit. You almost rolled your eyes right under his watchful gaze, tired of having to meet him anywhere, and exhausted from his comments about this vengeance project or whatever he wanted you to be a part of.

You still didn't know how, being such an exemplary agent, Coulson had fallen into his nets.

“Miss L/N,” the man stopped you with his words, his hands behind his back and a tense stance that caught your attention.

“Fury,” you nodded in his direction, hoping he'd be quick because you were running late for your weekly visit with Peggy. “Do you need anything?”

“I'd like you to come with me somewhere,” Fury approached tentatively, his one eye fixed on your wary expression, which shifted to boredom the moment you thought you knew what he wanted.

“If this is about that project, I've told you a thousand times-”

“No,” he interrupted you, moving forward and removing his hands from behind his back. “It's not related to that. I really want you to come with me.”

“You look agitated, but I need-”

“I'll take you to see Peggy myself after this.”

You didn't like that he knew your routine, even though you weren't doing enough to hide it from the other agents. But Fury looked nervous, even though he was hiding it very well, trying to keep his cool as he looked for ways to convince you.

You figured it wouldn't be a big deal for you to go off the deep end for once. After all, Peggy never remembered you were going to see her.

You set off in Fury's armored vans, not quite sure where you were going, but sure that it was urgent, because he had taken it upon himself to let his driver know that you had to get there as soon as possible.

You took that time on the trip to come up with a new strategy for the next mission because what you were doing up to that point wasn't working and you felt too close to throwing in the towel, figuratively speaking. You could spend years following a ghost, but you wouldn't give up on finding Howard and Maria's killer.

Before the car pulled up to one of SHIELD's secret sections, they passed the giant, imposing Stark Tower. You never saw Tony again after that time at his parents' funeral, not even during his visits to Peggy because you always made it a point not to cross him. You didn't think you'd be able to look him in the eye while you knew his parents had been killed without being able to tell him. You had promised Peggy in her lucid moments that you wouldn't tell him anything until you could find the culprit. You didn't want to initiate that pain if it had to be kept repressed, as yours once was, and probably still is. You had learned, some time after the funeral, that he was living with Edwin Jarvis, and you were glad to know that he would have good companionship to keep him company in such hard times.

Fury, a handful of agents and you entered the vans through the entrance to what appeared to be the parking lot of an old warehouse. Upon entering, the first thing you noticed was the number of armed agents that seemed to be guarding the place, not at all discreet to how SHIELD used to do things. You weren't sure if Peggy would authorize something like that, but you couldn't question the Director's decisions. It wasn't your place.

“What's going on here?” you frowned, watching as every meter there was another agent and another agent. You got out of the car without waiting for an answer from Fury, moving directly toward the entrance where most of the agents were concentrated. You barely noticed their looks in contradiction, running their eyes over you and then over the man trying to catch up to you, dubious as to whether or not they should move. “Move.”

“Wait,” Fury's voice stopped the command in the agents, who turned back to look at you as you sent Fury a confused look.

“What's all this mystery, Nicholas?” the man startled almost discreetly at your tone of voice, the agents stirring uncomfortably, but kept the serene expression that was getting on your nerves. “What the fuck did you do?”

“We got a call from the Arctic.”

“From the Arctic?”

You tried to ignore the way the hairs on your neck instantly stood up, your body alerting you to something your mind still couldn't comprehend. You felt like a deer face to face with a predator, expecting the worst.

“The Colonel informed us of something that might interest us,” Fury's cryptic voice echoed in your ears, drowning out the flicker of uncertainty vibrating from your head to your toes. “They found a plane.”

You didn't even answer him. Your heart began to pound wildly, cornered, ready to have your head bitten off. The tension in your shoulders intensified, with the involuntary movement of your hands as you broke into a cold sweat. The mere implication of his words caused an emptiness in your stomach, a sense of longing and fear you hadn't felt before.

You looked at Fury, trying to find in his gaze the gleam of a lie, but there was nothing there but assurance. There was nothing but recognition and understanding in his gaze, but that didn't make the emptiness in your stomach and the tight chest go away. It didn't make the feeling of being outside your body go away.

You barely remembered to move in the direction of the door, the agents instantly moving out of your way, pushing it so hard that one of them flew out. You moved your eyes around every corner of the room, the cream-colored walls generating a great repulsion in you. And there, in the midst of all the confusion and the storm, a confused and disgruntled face looked back at you. A face you never thought you would see again.

Steve Rogers was standing a few feet away from you, barely comprehending what was happening around him and instantly recognizing you. Your chest compressed once again, the tears you held back for so many years even in your loneliness making their own way into your eyes, endangering to end that mask you wore everywhere you went.

Steve was actually there, looking back at you with his eyes shining in recognition. You didn't know if he was as surprised as you were to react or you looked so bad that he didn't know if he should approach you or not. You just knew it was him, it really was him right there in front of you. He wasn't dead. Steve wasn't dead. He was alive. Ah, he was so alive.

The broken sob that suddenly left you was loud enough to make your friend shed his stupefaction and stride over to where you were. You barely managed to cover your face, between sobs, wails and disbelief, feeling your knees give out, surrendering to the weight of the pain, when his strong arms grabbed your shoulders before you hit the floor. Preventing your fall, as you had wished so many times before.

You cried against his shoulder, when feeling him against your body you knew there was no doubt it was true. You moved your hands away from your face, wrapping them around his waist as tightly and lovingly as you hadn't hugged anyone in so long. Surely the last time you hugged someone like that was when you saw Peggy on your way back from Europe.

Steve wasn't far behind, his arms around your shoulders just as tightly, his chin against the crown of your head, moving from side to side trying to hold back the loud sobs that shook your body.

You couldn't believe it, but it was true, he was right in front of you.

Steve was alive. He had come back to your side. You didn't even want to ask why.

And there was nothing else you could think about for the rest of your life.

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heyy so i had this spiderman!ethan idea for daysss now, i absolutely love your writing, i don't know if i already sent this to you or not. if i did im sorry😭😭

reader and ethan having huge crushes on eachother

ethan is so oblivious and clueless, he believes a girl like her would never like him

reader tries really hard to get his attention and send him hints that she wants him but in vain. she ends up thinking he doesn't feel the same.

until spiderman comes to rescue her one day, they talk, and from this day spiderman takes the habit to give her a visit or two once in a week.

they begin to form a friendship of some sort, ethan behind his mask is so happy he can finally talk to her without getting nervous, he's confident with his suit on and flirts with her.

she is flattered but her mind keeps going back to ethan.

one day ethan as spiderman decides to make a move on her, she hesitates and ends up stopping him, confessing that her heart is already taken by the landry boy.

ethan still hidden behind his mask is shocked, confused but oh so happy to hear her say those words.

for a moment they stop talking, reader is worried thinking she hurt his feelings, but ethan is debating inside on whether he should take his mask off or not.

"fuck it", he takes it off revealing himself, she is completely astonished, but without a word he cups her face and gently kisses her.

a study date?

spiderman!ethan x fem!reader

words: 4.3k

notes: spiderman ethan is my favorite thing ever

Liking Ethan Landry was a nightmare. Every single interaction with the boy left you unsure of whether he liked you or not. His shy persona left you searching for answers, desperately seeking signs that might show the truth of his intentions.

The way he stumbled over his words, the fleeting glances he stole when he thought you weren't looking, and the gentle blush that painted his cheeks made you question if he liked you back, or if he was just very awkward. Probably the second one, right?

You found yourself analyzing every interaction, parsing every word and gesture for hidden meanings. You pondered the countless possibilities, teetering on the precipice of hoping that your feelings were reciprocated. But it all came back to him not feeling the same way.

Mindy's rant about the horror movie she had watched the night before shook you away from your thoughts, your eyes fleeting up to your friend as she moved her hands around in excitement while you all listened to her. From the corner of your eye, you could see Ethan's leg bouncing up and down right next to Chad.

"I mean, the jump scares were insane! I practically jumped out of my skin." You forced a smile, trying to feign interest in Mindy's movie review while your mind kept drifting back to Ethan. It seemed like an endless loop, your thoughts consumed by him. You wanted so desperately to know what was going on in his head, but his quiet nature only added to your confusion.

Tara bumped her elbow into yours, earning your attention. "You okay?" She raised her brows as she whispered to you, quietly enough for the others to still be focusing on Mindy's monologue.

You hummed, nodding your head at her with a forced smile. It's not like you hadn't tried to hint that you liked Ethan, but his responses were always confusing, leaving you in a constant state of uncertainty.

As the group chatted and laughed, you couldn't help but steal glances at Ethan. His eyes were fixed on Mindy, seemingly engrossed in her storytelling. The questions swirled in your mind. You must have looked at Ethan for too long because Tara let out a small, quiet chuckle.

She leaned in closer, her voice still barely audible. "Sometimes guys are just clueless." You shrugged before uncomfortably shifting on the couch. "Maybe he just doesn't like me, I don't know," you started.

"It just feels like... sometimes, he does?" Tara nodded, understanding before setting her hand on yours, squeezing it just a bit. "I get it," she replied softly. "But trust me, guys can be really clueless sometimes. They might not even realize that their actions are sending mixed signals. And you have been giving hints."

You sighed, leaning back against the couch. "Yeah, maybe I'm just overanalyzing it. But this is driving me crazy." Mindy finished her rambling once Anika raised her hand to ask a question, changing the subject. Tara glanced at Mindy and Anika, then turned her attention back to you with a soft smile.

"Maybe be more direct with him? Ask him out?"

"I have! He just always invites Chad along." Tara raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, have you considered that maybe Ethan is just too nervous to go on a date with you alone?"

You groaned, frustration evident in your voice. "I don't know, Tara. It's like he's intentionally avoiding being alone with me. Every time I suggest something, he finds a way to include Chad or someone else in our plans. He's definitely not interested."

Tara tilted her head, contemplating your words. "Or maybe he's afraid of making things awkward between you two. Some guys just have a hard time expressing their feelings, especially when they really like someone."

You sighed, "Please don't feed into my delusions, Tara." She chuckled and squeezed your hand reassuringly. "I'm not trying to feed into your delusions, I promise. But maybe Ethan is just as confused as you are."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I doubt that. I've been very obvious about it." Tara smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Obvious, huh? Maybe he's just blind, then."

You glared at her playfully. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Alright, maybe you're the blind one." She motioned towards where he sat with her head with a smirk, making your eyes trail to where she was pointing, catching the boy staring. Ethan gulped a bit before looking away, down to his lap. "See?"

"Maybe he heard us talk about him," you panicked, looking at Tara for help, "or... he was just staring at you," she said, raising her eyebrows in amusement at your nervousness. "I don't know, Tara, I'm getting tired of wondering if he likes me or not all the time."

"Come on, don't give up. I'm sure he likes you." Tara's words offered a glimmer of hope amidst your frustration. You let out a sigh, contemplating her reassurance. "You really think so?"

She nodded, her eyes filled with sincerity. "Absolutely. I've seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no one's watching. There's something there, trust me."

You couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in your chest at Tara's words. Maybe there was a chance, after all. "But what do I do? I've tried dropping hints, and it hasn't really worked."

Tara leaned in closer, her voice laced with mischief. "Well, if subtle hints aren't getting through to him, then maybe it's time to be more direct. Take matters into your own hands."

Your eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty. "You mean… like, confessing my feelings to him?" She snorted, "Yeah, sure. You'd kill yourself before doing that. Just ask him out, make sure you make it very, veeery obvious that you want it to be just the two of you. No Chad."

You chuckled nervously at Tara's teasing remark. "Okay, fine. I'll ask him out and make it crystal clear that it's just the two of us. No Chad in sight. I can do that, right?"

Tara grinned mischievously. "Absolutely! You got this." As she spoke, Mindy and Anika had finished their conversation, and the group's attention had shifted to different conversations, Chad and Ethan deep into a talk about some video game they'd bought for their dorm. The girls' attention shifted back to you and Tara. Mindy, noticing the seriousness on your face, chimed in, "What's going on?"

"Y/N's gonna ask Ethan out," Tara whispered back, and Anika looked just as confused as Mindy. "Again?" they both said. "See?" you turned to Tara, an 'I told you so' look on your face.

Tara shrugged, a smirk still playing on her lips. "This time, she's gonna make it crystal clear. No room for misinterpretation."

Anika leaned closer, her eyes widening with excitement. "Oh my god, this is getting interesting! How are you gonna ask him?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix

 of nervousness and determination. "I have no idea. Maybe a study date?" Tara made a gagging sound, "Nerds."

"There's no way he will think that's a date. He's very stupid with girls, we've gone over this," Mindy added. "Make it obvious." She shifted so her hand was atop her girlfriend's, lacing their fingers together. "A study date is a good idea, I think," Anika added.

Mindy raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming on her face. "And how exactly are you going to make it obvious so it doesn't look like a regular study session?"

You glanced at Tara, who couldn't hold back her laughter. "Oh, it's gonna be fun. Just... flirt a little, touch his arm, eye contact..."

Anika clapped her hands, unable to contain her excitement. "Yes! I can already imagine it. The two of you, it's like a romcom!" You blushed at the thought of turning your study date into a romantic movie-worthy moment.

"I don't know if I can pull that off," you admitted, feeling a surge of nerves build up inside of you. Anika nudged your shoulder with her hand, smiling at you. "Don't say that! You got this. And if he's as clueless as you think, maybe you'll have to go in for the kiss."

You covered your face with your hands, feeling it heating up. "Oh god. No, no, no."

"You don't wanna kiss him?" she asked, "Of course I do! Just- don't say that."

"Say what? That you wanna kiss the guy you have a crush on?" Mindy chimed in, holding back a laugh at your very obvious embarrassment. "Please stop it, I'll explode, I can feel it."

"That'd be fun to see," Chad said, having moved from his spot on the couch to standing behind you, his hands leaning on the back of the couch, Ethan next to him. "Why are you exploding?"

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you tried to collect yourself. "Uh, no reason, Chad. Just… figurative exploding, you know?" You stammered, hoping to divert the conversation away from your crush on Ethan. But just as you seemed to focus on Chad, Ethan spoke. "What's wrong?"

You glanced at Tara, silently pleading for help. She chimed in, saving you from further embarrassment. "Oh, it's nothing, just some inside joke. Don't worry about it, Ethan."

Chad, ever the teasing friend, leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Come on, are we missing any gossip? You know I love gossip, don't do this to me." He pretended to beg as he nudged Ethan playfully.

Ethan's cheeks turned a shade of pink as he shrugged, his eyes briefly meeting yours before he looked away. "I… I don't know. They were talking about… exploding?"

"Y/N's just been struggling with a business assignment, that's it," Anika said, winking your way as she tried to ease in the study date idea. "Oh, I can help you with that if you want," Ethan said, his hand slightly fidgeting with one of the couch pillows nervously as Chad grinned from next to him.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of hope as Ethan offered to help you with your assignment. Maybe this was your chance to spend some quality time together and make your intentions clear. You took a deep breath, gathering your courage.

"That would be amazing, Ethan," you replied, a hint of excitement in your voice. "I could really use some help." You smiled, and Ethan lingered for a second before asking, "Uh, you could come by our dorm tomorrow? Chad needs my help with biology anyway."

You could scream, you could actually feel that fake explosion building up inside of you. Trying to hide your disappointment, you nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that sounds great! I could definitely use your help, and it'll be nice to hang out with you guys."

You swore you heard Mindy groan, and you felt her eyeroll from the back of your head. Ethan blushed, his eyes avoiding yours for a moment before he managed to speak up again. "Yeah, it'll be fun. We can order some pizza too," he suggested, a nervous smile playing on his lips.

You chuckled nervously, glancing at Tara for a supportive look. She gave you an encouraging nod, silently telling you to make your move during the study session. "Pizza sounds nice." You tried your best to make your voice sound cheerful, seeing the way Chad looked at Ethan before shaking his head a bit.

"I can just... ask someone from my class for help," Chad trailed off, "It will be more productive if we just do it all at once, right?" Ethan said, widening his eyes, as if trying to communicate with Chad, trying to tell him that he needed him there so he wouldn't freak out. But you felt your chest heave at the thought of Ethan wanting Chad to be there so badly.

Anika quickly changed the subject, talking about how her parents were going to be in town for the week. And you felt Chad give your shoulder a small reassuring tap before following behind Ethan to sit down on their old spot.

-

Chad kept tapping on the table with his pencil as you bounced your leg up and down, waiting for Ethan to appear. He'd agreed to meet up at seven; he had even texted you earlier to confirm the time. But now, it was almost thirty minutes past, and there was still no sign of Ethan.

You tried to hide your disappointment, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Chad noticed your unease and leaned in, whispering, "He's probably just caught up with something. Don't worry; he'll be here soon."

"Yeah, probably," you hummed, deciding to start the assignment on your own. A few minutes went by, and Ethan was still nowhere in sight. Chad, sensing your growing impatience, glanced at his phone and let out a small sigh.

"I'll shoot him a text, see what's taking him so long," he offered, his fingers quickly typing a message to Ethan. You appreciated his gesture and continued to fiddle with your pen, trying to focus on the assignment, but your mind kept wandering back to Ethan's absence.

After what felt like an eternity, Chad finally looked up from his phone with a perplexed expression. "He's not answering," he revealed, his brows furrowing. "That's weird. Ethan always has his phone glued to his hand."

"Maybe he just forgot," you murmured. "Are you any good at biology?" he asked, biting the inside of his cheek as he looked over his homework once again. "Because I'm not getting this." You shook your head but still reached for the paper in his hands, reading it over before pointing at one of the questions.

You smiled, grateful for the distraction and the opportunity to help Chad with the assignment. "Actually, I think I can help you with this one. It's a bit tricky, but let me break it down for you." You began explaining the concept, your focus shifting from Ethan's absence to the task at hand. Chad listened intently, nodding along as you explained.

An hour ticked by, and Ethan was still nowhere in sight. Your initial anticipation had turned into frustration and a tinge of hurt. You couldn't help but feel disappointed by his absence, wondering what could have possibly kept him from showing up.

"He does this sometimes," Chad explained, "he'll disappear for a few hours and come back late." You hummed once again, checking the time. "I think I'll get going." You stood up, gathering your things as Chad grabbed your papers. "Thanks for helping me, Y/N."

You sent a small smile his way before he offered to walk you to the door. "You like him a lot, huh?" he asked, teasing. You felt your cheeks burn, and you chuckled before pushing him gently. "Shut up." You turned to leave, a huge smile playing on your lips as you heard Chad laugh from behind you.

-

On the walk back to yours and Tara's dorm, you heard people yelling from afar. Curiosity piqued, you picked up your pace to check what was going on. From a distance, you could see a group of teenagers, all wearing masks that covered their faces, and a woman clutching her grocery bags with some items on the floor.

In front of her stood a guy dressed in spandex. You carefully took some steps closer, quickly recognizing the masked hero from the news you'd seen many times. They called him "Spider-Man," and you'd heard Chad geek out about him too many times.

You couldn't resist getting closer, wanting to catch a better glimpse of Spider-Man. You moved closer when the group of teens scattered around, leaving the hero with the woman. Once you were close enough, you picked up some of the food containers that had been dropped to the floor. "Thanks, honey," the lady said.

Spider-Man looked up, his big white bug eyes fixating on yours. He cleared his throat and messily handed the woman her groceries before fully standing up. "Thank you," he said, his voice clearly deeper as he tried to make it unrecognizable to you.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as you stood face to face with Spider-Man, the legendary hero you had heard so much about. His presence was both thrilling and intimidating, and you couldn't believe that you were actually interacting with him.

"You're welcome," you managed to say, a mix of awe and disbelief in your voice. "It's amazing to see you in action, Spider-Man."

Spider-Man chuckled behind his mask, a sound that was both lighthearted and reassuring. "Well, it's all in a day's work. Just doing my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man duty," he replied, Ethan's voice still poorly disguised by the mask and his attempt to deepen it.

Soon enough, all the containers were back in the woman's bags, and some of the streetlights had turned off due to the lateness of the hour. You started to make your way back home, holding onto your bag that hung on your shoulder, still thinking about Ethan.

You almost jumped when the hero dropped to the floor in front of you, his bug eyes widening a bit. "Would you like me to walk you back?" you blinked, momentarily taken aback by the offer.

"Oh, um, that's really nice of you, but it's not necessary," you replied, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. Spider-Man tilted his head, his masked face unreadable. "Are you sure? It's late, and you never know what might be lurking around."

You glanced around the dimly lit street, feeling a chill run down your spine. The idea of walking home alone suddenly seemed less appealing. "Well, if you insist," you said, mustering a smile. "I would appreciate the company."

As you walked side by side, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. You stole glances at Spider-Man, trying to catch a glimpse of the person behind the mask, but his identity remained a mystery.

"So," Spider-Man began, breaking the silence, "how did you end up at that scene earlier? It's not often I see civilians lending a hand."

You chuckled, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "I just left my friend's dorm a few minutes ago; I was just walking by." He hummed and seemed to think for a second, a small "shit" leaving his lips once he realized he'd practically stood you up.

"This late?" he tried to seem nonchalant. "Well, it's a funny story," you said, trying to brush off the situation. "I was actually supposed to meet someone there, but he never showed up."

"I'm sorry that happened. He must be an idiot."

"He isn't. He's very sweet," you said, chuckling a bit at the thought of Ethan, "it's just... I thought he liked me, I don't know." Spider-Man nodded, his mask concealing any hint of surprise. "I think he's an idiot if he doesn't." He adjusted his web shooters, feeling guilty for hurting your feelings.

You glanced at Spider-Man, who had unknowingly taken the place of Ethan in your evening plans. His words brought a small smile to your face, appreciating the support from a stranger. "That's really kind of you to say."

Spider-Man scratched the back of his head through his mask, a gesture that seemed strangely familiar. "Well, sometimes guys can be clueless."

You nodded, feeling a mixture of validation and disappointment. "Yeah, you're right. It's just… confusing. Sometimes it feels like he does like me, and then..." you trailed off, "God, I don't even know why I'm telling you this, sorry."

Ethan chuckled softly, the sound muffled by his mask. "No need to apologize. Sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger about these things. I guess that's the advantage of the mask," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

You couldn't help but smile, "Yeah, I guess. It's just frustrating, you know? Mixed signals and all that." He nodded again, slightly frowning under his mask.

As the two of you walked, the tension in your shoulders seemed to ease a bit. You felt comfortable with Spider-Man, as weird as it sounded, even if his true identity remained a mystery.

You approached your dorm building, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that your time with Spider-Man was coming to an end. He reminded you of Ethan; their mannerisms were very similar. But the thought of them being the same person didn't come to mind as you talked.

"Well, this is me," you said, gesturing toward the building. "Thank you so much for walking me back. It was really nice talking to you, Spider-Man."

Spider-Man nodded, "The pleasure was all mine, Y/N. Stay safe." He made a salute sign with his fingers, letting out an awkward laugh as he embarrassedly walked away.

-

Ethan sighed once again, adjusting his mask as he stood in front of your dorm's door. He was nervous that you'd hate him for showing up at your door dressed as Spider-Man and about to reveal his biggest secret to you. He had been standing there for about five minutes, overthinking it.

When he knocked, though, Tara opened the door with a confused look on her face. "What the..."

"Is Y/N here?" he asked, trying his best to deepen his voice. Tara's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the masked hero standing at the door. She glanced back at you and called out your name. "Y/N, Spider-Man is here to see you."

You looked up from your laptop, confusion evident on your face. Putting it away, you walked towards the door, your gaze shifting from Tara to Spider-Man. As you approached, you noticed nervousness in the masked hero's posture. "What are you doing here?" you said, your voice laced with surprise.

Tara moved out of the way, staring attentively at the stranger at the door. Ethan grew more nervous under her gaze. He turned to face her and then back to you. "Uh... I was hoping we could talk? Alone?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, and Tara walked out of the dorm, her eyes still wide. "Chad is gonna freak out," she mouthed to you before closing the door, leaving you and Ethan alone in the dorm room.

"What's going on?" you asked, confusion evident on your face. "That guy... you like him, right?"

His question made you stop and think, not really understanding. "Uh, yes. Sorry, why are you here exactly?" Ethan took a deep breath, the nerves apparent in his voice as he began to speak. "I... I wanted to apologize for not showing up last week. It was completely my fault, and I understand if you're upset with me. I can't make any excuses for my behavior."

"What?"

Only then did Ethan realize he messed up the order of the plan he'd practiced hidden in his dorm's bathroom. He was supposed to take the mask off first. "Oh, uhm," he reached for the hem of his mask, struggling.

With a slightly awkward tug, Ethan managed to remove the mask, revealing his familiar face. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he looked at you, his eyes filled with both apprehension and hope. You stood there, stunned, as you processed the revelation. The pieces started falling into place, connecting the dots between Ethan's absence, Chad's mention of him disappearing, and the familiar mannerisms you noticed while walking with Spider-Man.

"You're Spider-Man," you stated, trying to process it. "I'm so sorry I stood you up. I lost track of time. And—" you cut him off, waving your hand up to shut him up. "I'm sorry, you're Spider-Man?"

"Yes? Yes," he said, stumbling over his words at your slight rejection of his apology. "But... I wanted to hang out with you, I just... forgot. I'm sorry." You were baffled at how quickly he'd moved on from the fact that he was the masked hero of New York.

He sighed, "I really like you." He nodded to himself, slightly smiling at the fact that he'd finally gotten the courage to confess. You stayed silent, overwhelmed by the amount of confessions Ethan had just dropped on you.

"I... I need to sit down."

He raised his eyebrows, pulling out one of the chairs at the lunch table for you to sit on, then another one for him. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "The guy I've been crushing on turns out to be a superhero. It's like something out of a movie."

Ethan's smile grew wider, relief washing over his features. "I understand if you're upset." You took a deep breath, letting the initial disappointment fade away. "I was."

"I won't tell anybody," you promised, reaching for his hand on his knee, your legs bumping into each other's.

His hand nervously reached out from under yours, gently cupping your cheek. His touch was warm and tender, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You could feel the electricity in the air, the undeniable connection between the two of you.

The kiss was hesitant at first, as if both of you were exploring unfamiliar territory. But as the seconds passed, it deepened, growing more passionate and fervent. Ethan's hand on your cheek caressed your skin, his touch sending sparks through your entire body. Your hands instinctively found their way to his chest, holding onto him as if afraid to let go.

Tara's knocking on the door made you pull back, her voice loud through the door. "Can I come in? I think they're throwing a party across the hall, and I don't wanna be here right now." You jumped to stand up.

Ethan widened his eyes, pulling his curly head inside of the mask again before standing up to hug you and quickly pulling at your window, waving at you right as you nervously opened the door for Tara.

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[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi’s never seeked out situations that made him feel anxious until it involved being under you.

warnings: f!reader, all characters written 22+, inexperienced!nagi, ‘just the tip’, im in love w him. note: hello i am adding 2 my nagi library w more of him.. my bad <;3

nagi seishiro never got nervous, he was unmotivated as is and to actually put himself in a situation that gave him any form of anxiety wasn’t something that ever appealed to him. he thought atleast, until you pulled away from your most recent makeout session with swollen lips and asked so sweetly if he wanted to go further.

he’s already a little kiss drunk, starry eyed and rock fucking hard as you press yourself onto his lap and grind your slick cunt along the length of him. you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t daunting, the thick spread of his cock when you feel it graze through your folds, heavy and throbbing — the way you bump your slick across the shaft only emphasising how big he is.

“does it feel good, sei?” you breathe and nagi can barely remember how to fucking breathe nevermind speak as he nods, fingers twitching to squeeze in your skin while he pants softly.

“yeah.. feels sooo good, keep doin’ that, pretty thing.” it’s insane, the way you arch at his touch — the way you make him feel with just the slightest grind of your pussy against him. his palms are clammy where they grip at your waist, heat bursting along your skin at the squeeze of his hands where he grabs you — palms and paws at your skin a little clumsily as he tries to ground himself.

nagi feels his heart kick at his chest when he feels the head of his cock finally press at entrance to your pussy, like you’re teasing with the warm, slick walls between them and he swallows heavy as you look at him. he’s flushed to his chest and your fingers push the snowy bangs from his gaze before you’re pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose that makes him whimper.

“can just start with the tip since you’re so big.. kay, sei? lemme know if you wanna stop.” he’s nervous, he feels sweaty and anxious but you’re beautiful and soothing so he nods before he lets himself rest back into the couch cushions.

nagi’s eyes flutter closed in bliss when you rest yourself down and he finally begins to sink into you, whining when you pull him forward into you so he can rest his face in the crook of your neck. just the tip, that’s what you agreed but he can’t help the way the first press and squeeze of your walls around his sensitive cock pulls him deeper, his hips stuttering as he pushes more of himself into your heat.

“shit—angel. ‘s it always this good? y’re so warm, can give you more, come on—please.” he curses softly with a mixture of need and delight as he continues to push into you, smearing drool and wet kisses along the dip of your shoulder when he feels you squeeze at his own. your thighs twitch when he grazes past your swollen sweet spot, making him groan when your walls reward the stretch of his cock with another needy squeeze around him as you hiss.

“sei, slow down—ah! you’re s’ big.” you gasp as your head drops back to moan, fingers squeezing and scratching along nagi’s skin as you try to ground yourself. you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like he reaches, accompanied by the way his hands squeeze at your figure like he’s afraid you’ll disappear completely, he’s drunk on his own arousal and every soft squeeze of your walls around him the deeper he goes makes him shudder and tremble.

“can take it, know you can take it, pretty thing. ‘ts so good, feel like ‘m g’nna cum already.” he’s babbling as he buries himself in you but your thighs only spread wider, to allow him to sink deeper with a sound that’s nothing more than a needy, breathless whine when you feel him bottom out with a low moan.

nagi blinks up at you as you let him adjust to the new feeling, his eyes are glassy and starry-eyed and he’s flushed to his chest as his cheek smooshes against you. “take your time, sei.”

you feel his fingers flex even tighter into your skin when you shuffle above him after a few moments, your pussy pulsing around his cock eagerly. but the movement pulls a more breathless whine from the striker beneath you before hes burying himself back in the crook of your neck, already fucked out as his heavy cock twitches dangerously inside of you.

“don’t move yet, angel—come on, no fair. don’t wanna cum yet, that’d be so cringe.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. do not copy any of my layouts / writing + translate / repost onto any other sites.

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[assembletheimagines]

If ur still taking requests, hear me out 👀

Bucky x reader smut, were the reader is insecure about her looks, weight, appearence. Whatever, shes just not happy with how she looks, shes insecure. But!! 👀 hear me out. Shes got a praise kink, she loves it. But she also has a hard time accepting compliments cause, u know its hard XD so! Bucky finds out and essentially worships her relentlesly in bed, absolute best dude super sweet but isnt afraid to man handle. Like, oh u think ur too heavy? Bam im picking u up and fucking u against the wall, try me.

Im going insane. The THOTS im having 🥴 uhhhhhh ya anyway. Hed be so good and caring but relentless at the same time hed be so good i just know it broskee

Show You | Bucky x Reader

lmao broskee

warning: slight exhibitionism, praise, pet names, cream pie, 18+ to interact, smut

tag list: @potatothots @elle14-blog1 @getwellsoontana @avengetheunnatural @littlelightnings @alternativeprincess

summary: Bucky decides to show you how beautiful he thinks you are

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You did try your best to be positive, truly, you did. But when you were walking past a mirror? Or when you caught your reflection in the shopping windows? Your mind couldn’t help but whisper.

Whispering negativity in your heart and twist your confidence until the smile that was gracing your lips only moments ago was replaced with a frown. It caused you to tug your shirt down to hide and move your hair to cover anything you couldn’t stand to look at.

And Bucky just couldn’t understand it.

His eyes catching the small moments that you thought no one noticed.

So, he started off slow.

When walking by you as he headed to the training room to meet with Sam. He directed his smile at you and greeted you with a, “Hello, Beautiful.” He enjoyed the way your cheeks darkened red from his compliment but you were quick to dismiss him with a wave of your hand.

And you see, Bucky was a man who had been touch starved for a long time and he wasn’t used to reaching out. But meeting you, it had changed him. And to simply put it, he couldn’t get enough. Wanting to be around you, to hold you, to tell you how beautiful he really thought you were.

He didn’t understand how you couldn’t see it yourself?

So he tried again, when he saw you in the kitchen struggling to grab a snack from the pantry; he didn’t hesitate to slide over. His height towering over you as he held onto your hip with his metal hand and grabbed the snack you wanted.

“Thank you,” you mumbled softly and Bucky smiled, squeezing your hip in response as he nodded his head.

“Anything for you, Beautiful.” But like before, you shook your head in denial and left him with a frown as you went back to your room.

So, that’s when he decided, maybe you needed a different approach.

On a quiet Sunday, you were surprised to find yourself in a store with Bucky.

The handsome super hero following behind you diligently as you browsed the store slowly. You weren’t sure why he invited himself to join you but you did enjoy his company so you didn’t object.

Your fingers brushed along the clothesline, eyes roaming over various patterns and colors of dresses as you walked.

And you did your best not to pay attention to the other women who gaped and fawned over the handsome brunette behind you.

“That one looks nice,” he hummed as you lifted one dress up to look at it closer. You could feel his warmth as he stood close behind you and it burned a heat through your body. “You should try it on.”

You’re not sure if it was because of how close he was too you or because you actually agreed but you found yourself in a dressing room with Bucky right outside.

The dress was beautiful. Perfect for the summer and actually didn’t look half bad on you. You turned every which way to get different angles but we’re distracted by the shuffling outside.

“You have it on?” Bucky’s voice filtered through the door and you instantly felt nervous as you remembered the handsome man right outside. “Can I see?” Was his next question and you second guessed yourself as you stared further into the mirror.

“Uhm,” your voice went up in pitch from your anxiety and you tugged the bottom of the dress that fell just above your knees.

Your hesitation was enough for Bucky and he shocked you as he popped into the dressing room, quickly shutting the door behind him so no one else got a free show.

“Bucky!” Your alarm had him turning around and finally getting a look at you.

His eyes slowly raked over your body, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Fuck, you looked good. And with his lack of response, you shuffled from one foot to the other more nervous now you were trapped in a small space with the handsome man. “Absolutely gorgeous,” he whistled and your blush darkened as you pushed on his chest lightly.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you huffed and Bucky’s hands found your waist as he tilted his head down at you. “We could get kicked out!”

“You’re definitely buying it, right?” He completely ignored your chides and turned you around so you faced the mirror. He hugged you from behind and met your eyes in the mirror. “I’m definitely buying it for you.”

“Bucky!”

His hands ran down your sides and played with the hem at the bottom, ghosting over your thighs. You held your breath. “But you might be too irresistible wearing this around the tower.” He whispered right into your ear and your eyes widened, his words bringing a warmth between your thighs.

You tried again, weakly calling his name, “Bucky.” And his hands disappeared under your dress. His blue eyes darkening as he kept your gaze in the mirror.

“If you can’t accept my compliments, then I guess I’ll have to show you.” He murmured and your lips parted in shock, your back now pressed firmly against his chest. “But you gotta be quiet, Bunny.” He mused, a smirk dancing on his lips now. “Don’t wanna get kicked out.”

Your body froze as Bucky’s fingers danced up your leg, his eyes staring intently into yours through the mirror. “Don’t stop watching,” he whispered and you gasped as the pads of his fingers dipped and brushed along your clothed pussy.

You and him both groaned as he felt just how wet you were and he immediately used his free hand to cover your mouth as his fingers slipped under your panties and into your slicked heat. “Are you this wet for me?” He hummed lowly and your eyes clenched shut as he pumped two fingers in and out of you slowly, your moans muffled by his hand that was still over your mouth.

A jolt of pain stung through your shoulder suddenly and caused your eyes to fly open. You watched through the mirror as Bucky’s tongue swept over the bite he had placed on your shoulder as he continued to fill you with his fingers over and over. “I told you too watch,” he said and the soft noise of his digits working inside you filled the room softly. You blushed harder.

“I knew you’d be good for me,” Bucky hummed and added another finger. “You’re taking me so well, baby.” His praised enticed a whine from you and he felt your pretty pussy clench around his fingers. He smirked.

“You like it when I tell you how good you are?” He mused and his thumb connected to your clit. Your body jerked and he made sure your legs wouldn’t give as he rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves as he curled his fingers just right.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as his fingers brushed the gummy spot inside of you and you were thankful that his hand was over your mouth. The moan you let out was beyond sinful and had Bucky pressing his hard-on against your ass in response.

“Stay quiet,” he warned and then let go off your mouth as he slipped his fingers from between your thighs.

Bucky could see through the mirror how hazy your eyes were as you caught your breath. He gave you a wink as he licked his fingers clean, groaning softly at your taste. “C’mere,” he ordered and you instantly obeyed.

Bucky sat down on the small bench in the dressing room. He had unbuckled his belt and freed himself from his boxers. His length curving up to his abdomen as he pumped his fist over his girth, your eyes couldn’t stop watching the bit of pre-cum that leaked from his red tip. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Once you were close enough, Bucky pulled your panties down your legs and brought onto his lap. Your knees on either side of his hips as he lined his cock to your entrance.

He teased his tip up and down your folds, using your slick to coat his shaft as he pulled you into a loving kiss. “You’re going to be a good girl and stay quiet, yeah?” He hummed and you nodded your head dumbly your mind only on Bucky’s cock.

With one hand on your waist, Bucky slowly pulled you down and entered you. He eyes clenching shut as his head tipped back, he had to bite his lip from groaning loudly because you felt like heaven.

You on the other hand, clutched onto his shoulders as you felt every inch fill you slowly. He had to be the biggest you’ve ever taken and the stretch brought both pleasure and pain as you tried to contain your moans.

And once he was entirely in, his hand found the back of your head, pulling you into another kiss as you adjusted to his size. “Ride me,” he ordered and his hands grabbed your ass squeezing and earning a moan from you.

You followed his instructions and held onto his shoulder with one hand as your other hand rested on the wall behind him.

You lifted up on your knees, feeling his veiny shaft slide along your walls perfectly before going down again and stuffing yourself full once more. Your wall clenched around his girth and you began your pace. Bouncing yourself faster on his lap as each time brought you more and more pleasure.

“Looking so pretty, fucking yourself on my cock, Bunny.” He whispered the words and you felt more slick gather around his base. Bucky held onto your waist, helping your movements as he watched you. “Making a mess, you like it when I praise you, huh?” He cooed and the coil in your abdomen burned as your bounces sped up, chasing your release.

“S’big,” your eyes watered as the pleasure overwhelmed you. Your thighs began to shake as your movement grew sporadic. “Feels so good, Bucky.” You whined and Bucky could have come just from that.

Your slick smeared down his balls as you continued to ride him and Bucky could hear the creaking from the bench underneath him. Fuck it.

Without hesitating, Bucky’s arms wrapped around you as he stood up, still inside you. The new angle had him sliding deeper and hitting your soft spot perfectly.

And when he moved you gasped, surprised and turned on by his strength as he fucked into you harder. “Watch,” he hummed and your eyes flickered to the mirror.

You could see your face over Bucky’s shoulder as he pressed you against the wall, bullying his cock deeper into your pussy as he brought you closer to your orgasm. “Bucky, I’m close,” you whimpered, nails digging into his back as he buried his cock into you faster.

“Cum on my cock, Baby.” He grunted and your pussy throbbed around his shaft at the thought. “Show me how good I make you feel,” his lips attached to the curve of your neck and your head tilted back, granting him more access.

It was too much, the drag of his cock hitting your gummy spot with each roll of his hips as he kissed your neck and whispered praise. It pushed you over the edge, your lips parting in a silent sob as you saw white.

You gushed around Bucky’s cock, squeezing him as he continued to rut into you, helping you through your orgasm. “That’s my girl,” he praised watching as your eyes screwed shut and your back arched in pleasure. “Fuck you look so perfect.” He cooed and his hips stuttered as you continued to clench around his shaft. “You gonna be a good girl and take my cum?” He asked you felt your head nod as you babbled a yes.

That was all Bucky needed before his cock twitched inside of you, his cum filling you up as he kept you pinned against the wall.

Once you felt your breath regulate, you felt Bucky slowly slip out of you. His head dipping down to kiss you as you felt him tug on your dress. When he pulled away, the tag for the dress was ripped and now in his hand as he fixed his slacks. He gave you another wink.

To say you hid behind Bucky as he handed the ripped tag to the cashier ten minutes later was an understatement. The cashier was probably blushing as hard as you as she rang you up, noting Bucky’s messy hair and both of your disheveled looks.

You probably won’t be able to step a foot inside that store for a while. But you can’t pay attention to that, not when Bucky leans over to you when you get in the car to head home and he tells you that if he ever catches you feeling bad about yourself again he would show you otherwise again and again and again if need be.

#assembletheimagines #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky fic #bucky barnes fic #smut

[fanfiction4sooya]

yeojin her as a camgirl

I'm slowly getting back into my writings, so hope you like it anon! thanks for your request by the way!!!

tw: +18, smut, size kink, strapon use, exhibitionism, hair pulling, etc; Minors do not interact.

It was an awkward start, specially since the Im Yeojin directly contacted you offering a deal for you to appear on her only fans.

You laughed, a bit taken aback by her bluntness as her eyes scanned you and she began explaining that she overhead your conversation with a friend about your family's money problems and that she could help.

"So, what do you say?" She leaned on your dorm's doorframe, her small figure seemed way too intimidating for you. "I'll make sure to cover your face, no one will ever know that you are the one with me" She stared at your face, impatience eating her insides with each second passed.

"I still have to think" You said, gulping and lowering your eyes. That whole ideia was ridiculously insane and so out of pocket.

She was somewhat famous, didn't care about people's opinions, drop dead gorgeous and she wanted to have sex with you? Like, you knew you weren't ugly, but no one knew you. You were just happy to go through life without anyone noticing you.

That's why her offer, 10k just to let her fuck you live, was way out of anything your mind has ever thought about.

"I searched about your site..." You told her, licking your ice cream after she took you shopping for lingerie just to "make friends" as she explained. "I saw you are one of the best selling content creators..." You timidly said, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. She hummed in response, leaning back on her chair.

"So now you know I make a lot of money" Her voice sounded always so cheerful that it never seemed like she was talking anything near the 'Sex on camera' thing. "Are you still not convinced?" She leaned forward very close to you, boldly licking a stripe of your ice cream. You shivered.

"Well it's not that like... about money and stuff..." You stammered, your eyes locked on hers. "I just feel shy on showing myself to..." You cleared your throat. "All of those people" She smiled up at you, clearly a predatory one. "What if I don't like women?" You whispered to her ear and she nodded.

"You don't have to like me..." Her small hand brushed a hair strand out of the view of your collarbone. "You just need to keep quiet and let me fuck you on live" You gulped. How could such an angelic face have these dirty things to do and say?

"What do you gain with this?" You managed to ask, trying hard not to let your cheeks get redder than they were.

"I gain..." She clicked her tongue. "I want it to be you" She bit her lip. "You seem perfect for what I want. You are taller and bigger than me, which is definitely...exciting"

Your eyes avoided hers again, your mind running wild for a lot of reasons.

"I want 15k" You licked your ice cream one more time, eyes locked on hers now. Her small smile opening wide and her eyes twinkled with excitement.

"Deal" Was her response.

🌸🌸-

You got in her car and she drove you to the hotel room she rented for the two of you. It was fancy and everything was carefully set, the camera, notebook, lighting, everything.

You heart was beating fast as you carefully put on a set of white lacy lingerie, your hair was down. You stared at the mirror, shame and excitement eating your brains.

She was wearing a red set, that color giving her a more sexy look to contrast with her angelic face. She fucked you with her eyes the moment you stepped out of the bathroom, a robe carefully put on over your taller frame. She reached her hand for you and sat you on the edge of the bed with her.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her hand carefully on your thigh. Hot and so inviting. You hummed, nodding. "She fixed your hair a bit leaning over you, her breath hot on your cheek. "Can I kiss you?" She carefully asked and you nodded, squeezing your thighs in an anxious, horny way.

Your heart jumped on your chest when her lips touched yours. Smooth and soft at first, but you could feel on the way she pulled you into her how she wanted that, how she thought about it over and over. Her tongue immediately massaged yours when you parted lips a little and your breath hitched, melting into it. Her hand went up and down on your thigh, making you shiver and you grabbed the sheets under you as she took off the robe from you. When you finally parted ways you felt as if you were on cloud nine, whimpering in a more needy way than you intended because you knew that as long as the live kept going you wouldn't be feeling her tongue on yours because of the mask.

"We are about to start" She said lowly, her pupils blown. She placed the mask on your face, tying it up behind your head. It was a kistune mask, white with red flowers in it. It was picked carefully by Yeojin because it covered your whole face, leaving only your beautiful eyes to be seen.

You felt a little suffocated, but you felt the need to do that. No just for the money but honestly because Yeojin wanted to and you were kind of into the idea of being seen. Just kind of, of course.

"I told you guys I had something special for today" She gleefully said starting the live, pulling you to her lap as if you were just a doll.

Your heart was beating loudly, not really paying attention to what she was saying, just to her hands on your waist and how her small boobs were pressing on your back.

"I know, I have a pretty doll right?" She smiled to the camera grazing her index and middle finger on your covered nipple. You tried really hard not to squirm, but it was almost impossible.

The comments were wild, from asking her to take off your mask to them asking for her to manhandle you, to fuck your ass and do all sorts of unthinkable things to you.

"Oh you want me to fuck her in the ass?" She said, turning you around and laying you across her lap, your ass towards the camera. She massaged it, still talking to the viewers.

You felt yourself growing aroused with all that dirty talk and her hands roaming your ass, massaging it.

"Fuck, don't worry" She said reading the comments. "I get horny just by speaking to her..." She lightly slapped your ass. "This beautiful thing makes me crazy everyday" She sounded a bit out of breath. "Oh is it?" She sounded surprised, turning to your masked face. "They say your panties are getting wet" You wanted to respond but she specifically oriented you not to.

She slowly pulled your panties down and they were sticking to your wet cunt, the cold air hitting your exposed intimacy. You bit your lip, gripping the sheets again.

"Look at this..." She touched your slit to gather your wetness on the tip of her finger, creating a thread of that sticky fluid between your cunt and her hand to show on camera. "Her pussy looks pretty, yes. The prettiest..." She dipped one finger inside you, making you moan. "Oh, I think she likes that..."

She dipped it in again, but this time she pushed it further inside and you clenched, closing your eyes. She started pumping her fingers at a strong, rapid pace and almost losing control over her own actions. She was trying her best to put on a show for her viewers, but she underestimated how badly she wanted you.

She wanted that since she first saw you on the hallways with your cute shy smile and amazing body. Since then she knew she needed to have you.

She grabbed one of the vibrators she placed nearby where she wanted you, turning it on and grazing it from your back to your thighs and next to where you wanted it the most. You were shaking like a leaf on a windy day. She took off her fingers from your wet pussy, licking them and mumbling how delicious you tasted.

"Isn't she such a cute doll?" Her voice dripped with arousal, and you could feel by how her free hand grabbed your hip that she was hitting her breaking point. "I'll fuck her good, don't you worry" She said.

Next thing you knew the vibrator was on your clit.

"yeojinie..." You whispered, taking her off guard. She gulped and exhaled sharply, pulsing hard. No one else could really hear your voice or what you said, and honestly she didn't want them to listen that part. She wanted to keep that cute way you said her name engraved on her mind and her mind only.

Without a warning she pushed it inside your hole and you could feel how thick that thing was, hitting your walls repeatedly as she kept talking to the camera as if nothing was happening. You were staring to feel yourself getting wetter, the pink vibrator coated on that thick white liquid coming out of you.

Suddenly she stopped, leaving a warm kiss on your hip and lightly pushing you off her lap, pulling the vibrator out of you. You whined when she pulled you entirely onto the bed, carefully placing you on all fours with your pussy still displayed on camera. You heard the notifications go insane with the chat and donations, but yeojin wasn't even paying attention to that anymore.

The only thing she could see was you. And she wanted you.

Getting on her knees, she kissed the back of your thighs admiring how beautifully exposed you were for her. That feeling of ownership was growing alongside with her wish to make you feel good. She looked back at the camera and the laptop to make sure both of you were on the frame, smiling and then licking a long wet stripe from your clit to your slit. Your scream muffled by the mask made her grin and grab your thick thighs to push her face further onto your pulsing cunt.

"God, your taste is so addicting" She told you, moaning while taking one hand to her own pussy and lightly rubbing it over her red thong. She shook, knowing damn well her viewers were going insane with that little action of hers.

They liked to see how her petite self fucked you hard and good and honestly? She did it too. Yeojin was honestly used to the fact everyone loved to manhadle her given her smaller frame, but she wanted to experience that too. She thrived on the idea of making someone her doll to play with.

She let go of your swollen pussy with a pop, putting on a show to make them see how wet she got you.

"Stay like that, don't move" She told you, massaging your folds then getting up to the bedside table. You could see when she put on the leather harness, a big dildo attached to it. You gulped, moaning and swaying your hips unintentionally to the camera.

'Fuck, I'm so aroused' Was the only thought inside your brain as she approached you, positioning your body in a way they couldn't see your pussy anymore, only your arched back and the profile of your bobs.

She picked up the camera from her tripod to film herself stretching you, her mischievous tone dripping lust. Your hips were in the air and your face down and she felt herself go weak, her heart also beating fast as hell inside her chest.

"Look at this..." She said, tapping your slit with the tip of the strap and making you jolt. "I always dreamed of doing this... fuck" She slowly pressed the tip to your aching hole, entering you little by little as you squirmed. "My little fuck doll" She cheerfully said, zooming in on your stretched hole.

Her free hand held your hip tightly, roughly pulling you into her and knocking the air out of your lungs. You moaned, your left hand instinctively seeking hers and scratching her arm as she pounded into you.

"Yeojin, oh my god" You loudly said and she slapped your ass, pulling your hair next and lifting your masked face from the mattress.

"I didn't knew dolls could talk" She continued her hard pace, placing the camera on the mattress in an angle that your body could be seen. She held both your wrists behind your back as she kept slamming her big cock inside you and you rolled your eyes to scream into the mask.

You were sure you came, but the way she fucked you felt so fucking good that you didn't wanted to stop as the arousal was still there.

"Fuck, I need to kiss you" She said onto your ear and you shook your head negatively, still very conscious of the fact that you were the one that couldn't be recognized. "I'll stop the live then" The rhythm was slower now that she was speaking to you, only that wet sound was more audible than your voices.

"You'll lose m-money" You managed to say between sobs and she scoffed.

"I don't care" She pulled it off, picking up the camera. "I am sorry babies, we had a slight inconvenience now but soon we'll be back" She immediately turned it off on the laptop and went back to where she left you, turning you around and ripping that damn mask off.

That kiss was rough and needy as your tongues sloppily battled against each other, she placed you on your back on the edge of the bed and slammed the fake cock inside your pussy one more time, her breath was heavy and there was sweat dripping from her forehead to her chin but she looked absolutely beautiful.

Animalistic, but beautiful.

"You have no idea how many times I pictured your pussy stretched out for me like this" She growled, kissing you.

"Please please, keep doing that" You held her face with one hand and the other pulled onto the harness, kind of guiding her hips into yours. "y-yeojinie, don't stop please p-lease fuck" She kept that hard pace, her eyes locked on yours and her tongue deep inside your mouth.

"If you call me yeojinie one more time I'm going to fucking cum too" She said smiling against your lips as her eyes rolled, her clit extremely stimulated by the strap as well.

"Yeojinie... yes baby, argh" You did it on purpose, your pussy clenching hard against her dick as you felt your climax wash over you, your body beautifully arching off the bed as she kept fucking you. Her orgasm hit as well, her eyes closing. Your moans and hers mixed up in a beautiful harmony.

She kept bucking her hips into yours with her eyes closed, kissing your lips kind of in a haze, hypnotized by the way your body felt against hers. You and her slowly stopped the kiss, her wet body against yours in a delicious way.

"I think you turned the live off too soon" You said, feeling a bit guilty for not wanting to take off the mask.

"I don't care" She rested herself against you. "They've seen you enough" She kissed your neck. "But don't worry mask girl..." Her thumb playfully grazed against your nipple and you hissed. "If you are that worried about my viewers, we can do this a second time" She kissed you in the lips and you returned it.

Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.

#gxg smut #loona smut #im yeojin #yeojin x reader #yeojin x f! reader #gg smut #loosemble smut

[dollveis]

⠀⠀⠀𐚁 ͏͏ ᳝˚ ͏͏𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬. ׁ ׂ ✦

✿ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : college!ellie x fem!reader.

✿ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : kind of enemies to lovers trope, vaguely anxiety mention.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀✿ ﹙ 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒﹚: i took two whole weeks to make this request because im literally blocked and i entered in a crisis after uploading it by accident (i also have serious problems with verbs tenses), kinda hate this tbh. @evanpetersluver obligated me to give her credits because she was the one who gimme the idea of alpha and omega, ily. dialogues and narrative are written on italics.

⠀⠀⠀

Thinking about college!ellie as your girlfriend...

You met her by accident on your first day of college, it wasn't the best first impression.

"Fuck, watch where you're going," a female voice said, with upset tone and cursing a little bit more under her breath. A girl with a half-up half-down hairstyle, a helmet hanging on her right hand and furrowed eyebrows looking at you, her green eyes piercing you like blades.

"Excuse you? you should too, damn," you were having a bad day because of that stupid teacher who humiliated you in front of your class and as cherry on top, now this stupid girl thinks she can talk to you like that? you bumped into her by accident.

The day after you bumped into her again, this time when you were entering on your dorm. She was one of Dina's, your roommate, closest friends.

You couldn't stand Ellie and her mocking attitude, and it seemed like the feeling was mutual.

"Why's this dumbass here again, Dina?" your hand rubbing the bridge of your nose, already fed up of that annoying and cocky smirk of hers, "you don't have a dorm? you're always here, god".

"I can't believe you're at college, you act like a baby," she mocked, leaning against Dina's headboard, "get over it".

It's almost insane to think you became lovers at the end. One day you entered your room with watery eyes, stressed and anxious about your exams and works, tired to the point you didn't cared about Ellie's presence in Dina's desk. She ran to you surprisingly fast, expecting her usual bullshit she acted caring towards you for the first time, with concern in her voice and worry adorning her features as Ellie kneeled down.

Without realizing you cried on her arms for the next two hours, being comforted by her warm hug and her hands caressing your back, making your heart race fast on your chest.

"You don't hate me?" with your voice broken and shaky complimenting your swollen reddish eyes you pulled away your face from the curve of her neck to look at her eyes, this time a soft stare in them.

Ellie didn't answered, instead she kissed you. The sweetest kiss you ever felt, with both of her hands on your cheeks as her fingers traced messy figures.

"That seems like hate to you?" a fond smile in her lips and without waiting for you to think and answer, she pressed her lips gently against yours.

After that, without words needed, you and Ellie already knew you were girlfriends.

A few weeks after starting dating, Ellie already learned you classes schedule and she started walking you to class and wait for you once they end if she was free, sometimes bringing you your favorite snacks and drink.

The times you forget about your money Ellie won't stop insisting to share her lunch and even if you always reject her, unluckily for you Ellie is persistent as hell.

"I'm okay, Ellie, i said no," you stroked and squeezed Ellie's thigh under the table of the cafeteria, her slightly larger hand trying to reach yours to interlock your fingers.

"Yeah, i don't care, you need to eat and take care of yourself, now eat or i'll feed you," she threatened even if you kinda liked that idea.

Sometimes you surrender and eat or intentionally refuse to tease and embarrass Ellie by making her feed you, thing that she did few times and later told you she hated you and never did it again.

Every time you tease her she takes revenge in front of your friends, making your cheeks red and something awakening inside you.

"You look so pretty and so mine today, sweet girl," she whispered in your ear, her arms wrapping around your waist and her lips softly skimming your neck, giving you a kiss to immediately break the contact with you. Her lips forming a smirk when she looked at your nervous expression.

"Hey, are you okay? You are really red," Jesse asked you with a worry, approaching his hand to your forehead, "you have fever?".

She loves to pick you up with her motorcycle from everywhere. She doesn't care if it's an hour away from where she is, if you call her she's picking you.

Actually, before you she didn't let anyone get on her motorcycle like it was her child. Now she even bought you a helmet so you can always go with her without any danger.

Ellie memorized what you like and what you don't, giving as result her waiting for you at your dorm with a wrapped gift in her hands after you told her you passed that test that was driving you crazy or similar situations.

If she used to spent the whole time on your dorm, now she almost lives with you and Dina, having multiple clothes and dinosaurs pyjamas on your closet along with yours.

She's a film lover but her favorite genre to watch with you are the kids ones, she loves those and thrillers too. I said movie nights almost every Friday and Saturday?

The type of girlfriend who invites you to everything even if you didn't care if she went alone, she just wants you there because loves your presence and your silly comments, she loves how you make her feel warm.

"I got invited to this party, wanna go? Dina's probably going with Jesse," she asked, looking at through her instagram's messages while she was layed on your bed.

You turned your head from your desk and notes to look at her, her hair messy and some hair strands invading her freckled face, "Not a big fan of parties, but you can go, baby," you hummed already knowing her answer because you knew Ellie Williams like your hand's palm.

"Then i prefer stay with you watching Alpha and Omega," her eyes lighting up with excitement, showing how much of a kids movie lover she was.

"Again?" a dumb smile in your lips, mesmerized by your own girlfriend.

#=͟͟͞⚝ 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐢 ! #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams tlou

[burntb4bydoll]

OMG YOUR RECENT GEORG SMUT UGH YOU WRITE SO GOOD FR GOT ME SMILING N SHIT THANK YOU AND IF ITS NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK CAN YOU PRETTY PLEASE WRITE THE SAME BUT WITH 2009 BILL???

2009 BILL IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE OFC

AND THANK YOU SM🤭💗

2009 Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader

Warnings: so much praising ofc, fingering, Bills a little possessive 🤭, voice kink? Idfk what its called im so dumb, reader is hinted at being a little shy

You didn’t know what was wrong with you recently, the only thing you have been thinking about was him. Nothing that you did could stop the overwhelming need for him.

So when Bill comes home with your favorite drink and flowers? Well that made you feel like you were dreaming. As soon as you got him back to the bedroom, you immediately pulled him into a needy kiss. He was taken aback by your eagerness, but quickly wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you close. He pulled away after a minute and one of his hands came up to gently stoke your cheek.

“Whats got you so worked up, sweetheart? Are you ok?” There was obvious concern lacing his voice and it made you want him even more.

“Im ok, I just want you so bad. I can’t stop thinking about you, Bill. It’s driving me insane.” You whine, laying your head on his chest to hide your embarrassment. He smiles widely and laughs a little.

“Oh my, you are so cute. It’s alright, baby. I’ll give you what you need.” Bill pulls your head off of his chest and gives you a quick peck on the cheek, then he lays you gently on the bed. “Lets get these shorts off, we definitely don’t need them.” He pulls your shorts down, revealing that you weren’t wearing anything underneath them. “Oh? You aren’t wearing anything underneath…were you waiting for me?”

“Mhm..I’ve been waiting all day.” You mumble, watching as his fingers softly trace through your slick folds. He moves to kneel in between your thighs, his fingers still messing with the wetness between your legs.

“I’m here now, sweetheart. I missed you too. Ive been thinking of your beautiful face,” his fingers dive into your entrance, “and how good you are for me. You’re always such a good girl.” Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. “My pretty baby…” he uses his free hand to brush his fingers across your face again, using his thumb to rub across your bottom lip. You move forward to press your lip’s against his, moaning at the contact that you’ve been craving so badly.

Bills fingers move faster, creating a loud squelching sound due to the amount of arousal leaking out of you. “Oh shit! Can you please talk to me? I just wanna hear your voice, Bill.” His lips curl upwards a little at that, he loves when your vocal about what you want because he knows how embarrassed you get.

“Of course, baby. You’re such a good girl for asking so nicely. Im so proud of you.” You let out a sharp moan, his praise making your heart beat faster. His thumb starts to toy with your clit, sending shocks throughout your body. “I love playing with you. This pussy takes my fingers so well, its like you were made for me.” He feels you squeeze his fingers and raises his eyebrow at you, “oh you like that? You like being my perfect girl, made just for me? Good, ‘cause I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this.”

“Oh fuck Bill~! You’re gonna make me cum-”

“Go ahead. Cum for me, angel. Show me what a good girl you are and cum on my fingers.” He cuts you off, curling his fingers to press against your g-spot. Your back lifts up off the mattress as you let go, spilling your arousal all over his hand. He continues his quick thrusts of his fingers until you legs clamp shut, trying to pull away from him due to overstimulation. “It’s ok, baby. You’re alright. I got you. Such a good girl, come back to me sweetheart.” He coos, pulling his fingers out of you. You lay there, too blissed out to notice him moving from his spot on the bed to get something to clean you off with. He comes back and cleans you up gently, making sure not to use too much pressure on your sensitive cunt. Bill moved to lay next to you, and you immediately cuddle up to his warm body. Neither of you move or say anything for a while, just enjoying each other company.

#tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz fanfic