#and i will make you feel better about it by saying i’m sooo busy which is not untrue but they will not take busy as an answer
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summary: in which you drive jungkook mad but you make his heart beat.
idol!jungkook x f!reader, est. relationship / fluff, suggestive, a pinch of angst / word count: 5k
content/warnings: tried sumn different so this is mainly from jungkook’s pov :D !! drummer!oc ur so cool & i’m stealing u from ur bf 🏃— mention of a 10 yr age gap between jk & a guy who likes oc (he’s hella pissed off) ; mentions of (car) s^x ; allusion to a bl^wj^b ; jk just got home from tour & oc is tipsy, needy, & dramatic as hell T_T ; oc /briefly/ touches jk while he’s driving & he /nearly/ loses his shit & crashes the car (he doesn’t) (i’m kidding) + to the anon who wanted to jk’s cheek scar to get a kissy here u go 🥺
> in which masterlist!
note: oc is so shot glass of tears coded especially in this… i’m glad i’m posting this after golden came out just so i could say it 🥰 this takes place after this drabble sooo the end of oct 2018 <3 if u’ve read the prev drabble too, this was when jk said those exact words in the past 🥺 wrote this in the middle of hell week so i was half out of my mind :'] as always feedback & reblogs rrr always appreciated !! 🥺
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jungkook loves the sound of rain— the gentle knocks on every surface of the earth has always been a lullaby even during daylight.
tonight is a different story, however. it is defeaning, terrifying even. he can barely see what is infront of him, spare the occasional headlights blazing across the slippery roads. his umbrella is being stolen away by the harsh gusts of wind and the mud stains on his sneakers are well-hidden by the plain black.
and yes, he is tired; and yes, this is hard, but that is the end of it.
you’re exactly where you told him you’d wait, far behind the edge of the roof where the rainwater falls from and splashes on the ground. you stand out in his blue oversized shirt, one that he purposely left behind in your closet so he could have something else to wear when he sleeps over.
you’re too busy typing on your phone to see him crossing the parking lot; he feels his very own vibrate in the pocket of his sweatpants. however, his giddy smile fades when a man exits through the entrance door and approaches you with a red umbrella. his strides become slightly hurried then, as he watches you politely decline it with that heart-fluttering smile of yours everybody adores.
“oh no, really, i’m fine. you might need it later! my boyfriend is already coming to pick me up anyway.”
jungkook acts cool. he tucks his hand in the pocket of his sweatpants, tries to make himself appear bigger because he realizes that he would be inches shorter than the man if not for the platforms of his shoes.
“____, baby!”
upon hearing your name coming from the lips of your lover, your face lights up even brighter.
“jungkook!”
you greet him with an embrace, jumping into his arms before he can properly set down his umbrella on the ground.
“yah, yah-yah! be careful!” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist to catch you, peering down to check how high your boots are for you to be running and jumping around freely.
“hey, i’m going back inside- there’s more customers coming in. make it home safe, alright?”
the stranger tries to catch your attention, and jungkook’s protectiveness swiftly kicks in when he lays a hand on you and slides it down to your lower back. your boyfriend turns you away from the unprompted touch by pulling your body closer to his side, and he is unable to control how his eyebrows knit together in annoyance.
he wasn’t planning on giving much thought to the presence of a man around you. he knows better than that. but he has never heard about this one, which raises the question of who the fuck is he to freely touch you like that?
“oh- alright! thank you, jun!”
“you better take care of ____, man. it’s dangerous around here during this time.”
he receives a rather heavy and condescending pat on the shoulder, and so, with his annoyance bubbling worse, he wears a passive aggressive smile on his face.
“yeah, of course i am,”
jun’s nostrils flare as he witnesses you sneakily slide your hands underneath jungkook’s hoodie in search of warmth.
“i’m here now, so there’s no need to worry about my girlfriend anymore.”
he nods, then forces himself to smile. “that’s good, then.”
“yeah, thanks. we’re leaving.”
“oh, okay. have a nice night!”
“you too,”
he turns on his heel and returns inside the busy establishment— but not before jungkook made sure that he saw the bruises on his knuckles that he got from his boxing sessions.
his jaw clenches as he glares at the door.
is he being petty? sure, to hell with that. he doesn’t care. he’s always been one to trust his gut, and he has a bad feeling.
he is met by a love-drunk smile when his undivided attention is at last given to you, in the form of fond eyes and affectionate strokes of your hair.
“who was that?”
“eh, new bartender,” you shrug with disinterest. “hm, i think he’s 31…? he’s nice but he keeps talking about wrestling.”
he raises an eyebrow at the mention of his age, while your lips form a sad pout.
what the hell? he thought he would be 25 at most.
“the tv has been in the same channel for the past two weeks because of him. it’s all i’ve been seeing! i don’t like it-” you whine in distress, quite frankly, a little traumatized.
an endeared smile is coaxed out of him at your adorableness, how your speech is a little slurred and how you’re looking at him like you’re begging him to do something about it.
“makes me nervous,”
his dominant hand closes into a fist.
if he only he had known. should’ve fucking punched the guy, give him a taste of what he seems to be a huge fan of.
“let’s watch something calming when we get home, how about that?”
you nod your head, eyes that twinkle with eagerness fluttering shut when he leans in for a much awaited kiss. how sweet, he feels a little more alive than before. he can smell it, even taste it— the peach margarita you started sipping on before the band’s first set. concocted by jun, he presumes. he pulls away with a small smile, licking his lips for the traces of you that clung to him.
out of the blue, you burst into a fit of giggles, weak knees buckling as your weight crashes on him.
“i missed you!”
“babe, are you seriously drunk?” he chuckles, holding you with a secure grip around your torso.
“maaaybe tipsy…? i was pretending not to be.” you stand on your tip-toes to nuzzle your face against his neck, mumbling sheepishly. “only trust you.”
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“i should’ve accepted the umbrella.” you grunt childishly, body going limp on jungkook’s back, except for the arm holding up the umbrella that shields the both of you from the pouring rain.
“yah!” he scolds you, clearly not pleased with the words that just came from your mouth. “what does that mean?”
“i’m embarrassed! they’re probably feeling bad for you.”
the last sentence comes out as a whisper, pertaining to the side glances you’ve been attracting from strangers as you make your way to your boyfriend’s car.
unfortunately, he had to park somewhere far because the restobar’s parking lot was already full.
you jokingly complained about staining your white boots with dirt and mud, but you instantly regretted it when he bent down, signalling you to ride on his back without an ounce of hesitation.
“our shoulders always get wet when we share an umbrella,” he said. “if i carry you, wouldn’t it be better?”
“embarrassing? some would even say romantic!”
something peculiar happens then— when your lips ghost over his left cheek, planting an affectionate kiss there that lasts for seconds. you pull away with a smacking sound, giggly and bubbly, might be his favorite version of you.
“i love you,” you hum, grasping the umbrella upright before it could tip over.
he doesn’t know if you did it on purpose or not, kissing him precisely where his scar is, but his heart jumps in his chest when he feels it begin to throb.
as if the wound from his childhood has come alive. as if, once again, he is bleeding as he glares at his older brother, and he still wants to play games on the computer oblivious to the fact that it would leave a permanent scar, a brand new landmark on his body.
you mistake his silence for something else.
you frown, warm breath tickling his neck as you quietly ask. “are you still mad at me?”
he sighs, vision landing on the ground as his walking pace slows down. “no? i was wrong. i shouldn’t have questioned your decision in the first place… why would i be mad?”
you started playing the drums for your friend’s band two months ago, just as soon as he left for tour. you volunteered after witnessing how distraught they were when their drummer vanished without a trace. he learned that it used to be a hobby of yours from childhood until early teenage years, playing the drums, but it was robbed from you when your father took his instruments with him when he abandoned your home for another.
he was pleasantly surprised when he learned about it, recounted all the times your hands and fingers were drumming on any sort of surface and his head naturally bopped to the beat, but then again, you never brought it up.
isn’t ____ so cool? he would proudly say when he flaunts you to his friends, even the protocol team, who have never seen him so happy.
three times a week, from nine in the evening until midnight, your phone was propped up on an empty table infront of the stage, and him, on the other side of the globe, excitedly watched you from backstage while he was getting ready for their own show. some other times, he was in his hotel room, or the private jet. his patience has been tested by crappy wifi, nosy and noisy people, and his earphones that stopped working while you looked insanely attractive grooving to ‘why’d you only call me when you’re high?’ as you effortlessly played the drums. he showered you with compliments as you did for him. you’re working hard so he must do the same.
he arrived home from tour the other day, spent the rest of its hours sleeping. yesterday, he waited for you at school and then at work like a lost puppy, slept on your bed (if he’s being honest, the two of you didn’t do much sleeping) then woke up at 9am for work.
and he tried his best, he really did, to get out of the company early enough to catch you playing a song or two. after all, it was your last day at the job.
much as you enjoyed reconnecting with an old flame— loved the overflowing tips that came from those who were amazed by your talent (well, there were also those who were just trying to get into your pants), the moment that the old drummer got down on his knees begging to be taken back by his best friends, just like how you became a part of the band, you voluntarily stepped down.
jungkook didn’t agree with this decision. he didn’t understand why you’d sacrifice something that makes you happy for a person who fucked up and wasted what they had. you went back and forth over it on the phone until you cried, told him that it wasn’t easy for you, and he couldn’t hold you in his arms or kiss your face. he could only apologize, and it even felt insincere doing it through a screen.
maybe he’s only relieved that you no longer need to be around a man an entire decade older than he is, who is obviously interested in you and serves you alcohol drinks. no, that doesn’t sit right with him. he needs jun, or whatever the fuck his true name is, to stay very far away from his baby.
“i’m just sad that i never got to watch you perform in person.”
you rest your cheek on his shoulder, heavy eyelids slowly blinking as the headlights of a black van blindsides you.
what the fuck. too bright.
“me too…”
—
“i’m bored,” you release a dramatic sigh, stealing a glimpse of jungkook at the driver’s seat, just to see if you caught his attention like you intended.
his eyes are trained on the dashboard, however, focused on the navigation guide displayed on his phone. he isn’t very familiar with this part of the city. it took him more than an hour to arrive at the address you sent him, including the time he spent in the middle of traffic.
“forty-eight minutes, then we can do whatever you want.”
“whatever i want?”
he slows down the car, briefly turning his head to find you expectantly looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
“of course,” he laughs, taking one hand off the wheel to squish your cheeks together. “just tell me what it is, baby.”
he doesn’t catch the sad look that flashes across your face after you lose his touch.
“then i’ll tell you when i figure out what i want,” you say quietly.
“i thought you already had something in mind?”
“nope,” you answer with yet another sigh.
you choose to stare out the window in silence, body completely slumping into your seat in defeat.
jungkook’s senses are sharp, or he likes to believe so. “are you okay?”
“i’m okay,”
“you sure?”
“hmm,” you hum curtly, and then you close your eyes, so he decides not to press further despite wanting to.
he meets a red traffic light not long after that. and so, he hurriedly grabs the black fleece blanket in the backseat. he envelopes you in it, crossing the distance between you to softly press his lips onto yours for a goodnight kiss. he feels you respond, albeit lazily, and he smirks cockily when you lift yourself up to chase him for one more, please— desperately, to get your fill of goodnight kisses from the many nights that you missed it.
the time seems to tick excruciatingly slow now that you’re quiet. a minute is multiplied by a hundred. the steady rhythm of your breathing keeps him sane throughout dark avenues and encounters with reckless drivers of the midnight scene.
he missed you. he missed you so much, and he knows that you’re tired from university, and tutoring high school students in english, and playing the drums for more than two hours… but he selfishly wishes that you’re awake right now so he can make up for the two months that you were apart.
be careful of what you wish for, they said.
jungkook should know better by now.
“i can’t sleep,” he hears you whisper in a dulcet tone that indirectly tells him you’re in need of some love… but he isn’t given the chance to act upon that request because you’re already all over what it is that you need.
he swallows thickly, glancing down at your hand that has somehow found its way to his inner thigh— zeroing in on your red nails, can feel them faintly grazing his skin.
you’re so pretty. everywhere.
even when naked and bare.
no, especially. it’s all he can think about.
he can draw you from memory.
“____,” he utters your name through gritted teeth, heart beginning to race a thousand miles per second in his chest.
the effect of your teasing touch is instantaneous, slowly inching closer and closer to where his growing erection is. his eyes remain focused on the road, but he fears that he’ll start thinking with his dick soon if you carry on with this act a few seconds longer.
“shit, not now, baby- please- not while i’m driving.”
your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, poorly concealing a self-satisfied smirk, and you pretend not to hear a single word from his plea.
a minx, that’s what you are, always causing trouble and blurring lines in his eyes.
“____, i’m not joking around. don’t make me mad-”
his warning is cut short by-
“fuck… fuck,” he curses, filter flying out the window once he feels you tracing the outline of his hard-on, the feather-light touch of your fingers smoothly gliding across the fabric of his sweatpants, and he completely loses it when your soft palm caresses his cock, so gentle that it feels almost innocent.
okay, so he couldn’t feel it because you weren’t skin-to-skin, but he knows that your hands are soft, can feel his imagination running wilder because he has memorized the way they feel on most parts of his body.
you’re so incredibly nasty and evil for this— squeezing him lightly, taking advantage of how sensitive he’s gotten, making him tremble as pleasure shoots up his spine. his breath stutters in his lungs and he unconsciously pushes harder on the gas.
and although it means fighting every fiber of his being that painfully yearns for more, he seizes your wrist in an iron grip, placing your hand over the gearstick while his sits heavy on top of yours.
“____! behave! you’re going to get us killed!”
he watches you jut out your bottom lip through the rearview mirror, eyes hazy with lust staring down at where your hand used to be, and then his handsome face. he is evidently flushed, honey skin dusted with a rosy pink. all the way to the tips of his ears, down to his neck.
while he’s driving? really?
doesn’t this only happen in wet dreams?
you are not real.
“then pull over,” you plead. “please?”
he releases a shaky breath. you’re always so needy with alcohol in your system, drove him into total insanity while he couldn’t be here to give you what you wanted.
“no, you need to learn how to be patient… told you we can do whatever you want when we get home, right?”
wrong move.
the silence returns, and just when he thought that you went back to your journey to slumber, the sound of your sniffles fill the car.
jungkook’s heart breaks into a million pieces.
also, he wants to slam his head against the steering wheel.
you make it so fucking hard to resist you; you always get what you want. it becomes much harder when he is the subject of your desire and he loves being loved.
“haven’t i been patient enough…? i missed you so much.”
“and i missed you too!” he brings your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing them on your skin. “fuck, you have no idea how much… please, don’t cry.”
“then pull over,” you stubbornly insist, and he is so close to driving this car into a lamp post. “fuck me at the backseat.”
“can’t,” he mumbles, sounding almost pained, and he is. he wants you so bad, it hurts. “we’re going to have to do it without protection.”
“what do you mean?” you exclaim.
you rip your hand away from his, not wasting time in unlocking the glove compartment, and a sound of sheer disappointment escapes from your mouth as you collapse back on your seat.
“jungkook, i hate you!”
“well right now i hate myself too!” he cries out in frustration. “i didn’t have the time to buy more, okay?”
“and there’s not one in your wallet?”
“babe, are you serious?!”
“what?!”
somehow, his hands still expertly swivels the steering wheel as the car meets a curve.
but he feels dizzy. the ghost of your touch is still there, a promise of carnal pleasure unfulfilled.
“stop the car,” you say out of the blue, rather calmly, and that terrifies the shit out of him.
he swallows the lump in his throat, eyes switching between you and the road in panic. “huh?”
“i said stop the car, i’m stepping out.”
“babe, come on,” he moans, ruined and tormented. he reaches for your hand but you scoot further away from him, and he ignores the way his heart drops to his stomach as he kneads your exposed thigh instead. “please, don’t be like this. i just got home.”
“jungkook! if you don’t let me get off this car right now, i swear!”
the urgency embedded in your threatening voice leaves your boyfriend with no choice but to pull over to the side of the street as soon as he gets the chance.
he carries on to unbuckle his seatbelt.
“baby, stop being stu-”
he tries to reach for you, but he is rudely ignored as you hop off the car and slam the door shut on his face.
“…bborn…”
he blinks.
he inhales. he exhales.
and then he buries his face in his hands to scream… as quietly as possible.
“what the fuck was in that margarita?!”
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jungkook steps out of the car worried sick about you. now wearing a black bucket hat, his head whips in different directions in search for the familiar shape of your body, your hair, your shirt that is his, anything.
his arm rests on top of the car door, the other on the roof, fingers drumming on it anxiously as he chews on his bottom lip.
there are mostly restaurants here, it seems. some are already closed, some are still lights on. not far away, he hears a karaoke place bursting with music and laughter. he looks up and he finds that the night sky remains barren of stars; there’s no guidance from the heavens that will lead him to you.
except for the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name.
he turns around, and he knows it’s going to sound extremely silly, but damn, you make his life feel like a movie— because you’re jogging towards him, and the universe begins moving in slow motion. perhaps it is to prevent him from falling on his knees in relief, because he genuinely thought that you already went home on your own like the stubborn brat that you are.
“____, where did you go?! you can’t just run off like that! seriously, that was not nice!”
“i forgot my wallet!” you squeal as you halt infront of him, slapping your forehead as a way to scold yourself. “i found a hotteok cart!”
his anger quickly dissipitates. he scans your face, mouth agape in bewilderment.
you, screaming at him to stop the car because there was a sighting of your favorite snack? makes sense.
he dishes out the wallet from his pocket. “wha- i thought you… you didn’t have money?”
you shake your head to answer his question.
“then how are you already eating?”
you take another bite from the hot hotteok you’re holding in a paper cup, and then you shrug.
“i was already eating when i realized it,” you point at yourself, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “so he let me run back here. does it look like this face would steal?”
“you’re impossible!” he bursts out laughing, the unique sound of his joy harmonizing with the mundane noises of the city.
he is thoroughly amused and in awe of your undeniable charm never failing to work its magic. if you just gave it a shot, you might be even better at him at his job.
you’re pliant as he captures your wrist, tugging you away with him so he can lock the car.
“i bought three, by the way.” you note as the two of you start walking, with you clinging to his side. “the last three then mister can go home.”
you put the hotteok near his mouth, and he pauses to take a big bite. “have you even had dinner?”
“just the four margaritas- they were yummy! or was it five?”
he clicks his tongue in disappointment, but he doesn’t get to say anything more about it because you’ve reached the hotteok cart, and he’s already handing the vendor the money.
“thank you!” he bows his head politely as he accepts the remaining two you mentioned earlier, handing them over to you.
“no, this is yours.” you speak with tenderness, giving back one of the cups to him. “then we’ll split the third one. it’s really good!”
the vendor secretly watches the interaction with a fond smile as he packs up to finally, finally end his long day working at the busy streets of seoul.
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you’re sat together on the hood of jungkook’s car as you share a midnight snack. with caring hands, you rip the hotteok apart in perfect halves, offering the other to your lover. he accepts it in between his teeth.
“do you want drums as your christmas gift?”
“love,” you search for the words to say as you chew the food in your mouth. “i can barely fit in my apartment. where am i going to put a drum set…? not to mention that i can’t even cry without my neighbor hearing it.”
his shoulders drop in dejection, and you rub your boyfriend’s back in an attempt to comfort him.
“you must really want to see me play, don’t you?”
“i’m dying to,” he says in pure jungkook fashion, tone dramatic and thick with an accent that is entirely his. “i can’t believe there were regulars who saw you every night, while i, your boyfriend, didn’t even see you once…! even that fucking bartender… this- this can’t be right! do you think this makes sense? no, right?”
“aw, my baby,” you coo at him, jutting out your bottom lip as you tenderly cup his face.
“i don’t trust him, by the way,” he scoffs. “as much as possible, stay away from him when you visit, alright…? if i see him touching you one more time, i don’t know what i’ll end up doing to him.”
“i don’t like him either,” you giggle. “so that’s easy.”
he stares at your bloodshot eyes. damn it, you haven’t sobered up.
“____, i’m serious. he’s weird. i’m worried about you but i can’t always be here to protect you.”
you blink at him innocently. “i am too! serious!”
“you promise me?”
“i promise!”
he nods, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he gets lost in the sea of his own thoughts. “i should talk to your friends about this, too. is that okay?”
“if that will ease your mind,” you half-smile, heart fluttering in your chest because you feel so cherished.
comfortable silence follows suit.
the hotteok is still soft and warm and sweet. if your love had to be delivered to his doorstep, it would in the form of your favorite food.
he sighs to gain more of your sympathy, basking in the attention he’s receiving from you. he missed this. he missed you. he sounds like a broken record, but it’s true.
“come ooon, don’t be sad! i’ll make it up to you! but it’s a surprise!”
“surprise?” he eyes you with suspicion. “what surprise?”
“just trust me, alright?”
you poke his cheek where his dimples are, and you witness them pop out as he copies your contagious smile.
“can i make a guess?”
“nope!”
you fit the remaining piece of your hotteok in your mouth, jumping off the hood of the car. you stand before him as you wipe your hands clean with a small paper napkin.
“don’t you dare. if you guess it right then my plans will be ruined!”
—
you’re back on the passenger seat to travel the remaining twenty-seven minutes to your apartment.
jungkook melts into the tenderness of your touch as he drives. you’re tracing the toned muscles of his arms; stroking his hair, his face, and the smell of the sticky brown sugar from the hotteok still lingers on your skin.
“when are you going to start getting tattoos?” you wonder out loud as he intertwines your fingers together on top of his thigh. “i think you’d look so pretty.”
“i’m planning on it.”
his heart skips a beat at the thought of you remembering that he wants his skin artfully inked as you absentmindedly distracted yourself with it.
he licks his lips, smiling as he looks over at you. “you really think so? pretty?”
“hm, hot, too,” you stick your tongue out playfully, and he snorts out a laugh. “but as long as you’re happy, then nothing else matters.”
“of course- wait, yah! you still need to eat dinner.” he reminds you once he recognizes the path you’re taking.
a grocery store is not more than a kilometer away, if his memory serves him right.
“what do you want? i don’t mind cooking.”
“for you to fuck me, that’s what i want. you won’t mind that, too?”
oh my fucking god.
he wishes you were passed out drunk instead so he wouldn’t have to suffer this battle between self-control and his insatiable appetite for you.
“baby, aren’t you still sore from this morning?”
“a little,” he notices you squeezing your thighs together from his peripheral, and along with it, the bruises on your knees from when you worshipped his body last night. “but i want you.”
your giggles in reaction to him frustratedly running his fingers through his hair seems to only fuel the dirty thoughts in his head. he uncomfortably shifts in his seat to adjust himself.
“can you just bring it up when we get near your house? you’re killing me over here!”
“but why? i’m having fun.” you bring your tangled hands over to your side, peppering the back of his hand with innocent kisses. “i love you. you’re so cute.”
“are you… are you seriously calling me cute after what you just asked me to fuck you?”
his disbelief is challenged by your amusement.
“why not? being one dimensional? boring. being different things all at once? sexy.”
jungkook doesn’t need to see you play the drums to know that you are the only one capable of making his heart beat like this. to feel it pounding, it turns out there’s another way besides performing, he can just be alone with you. a different type of addictive exhilaration. he isn’t at the top of the world; he free falls as it revolves around you.
you always know the right words to say, because right now, he is preening. he’s wearing a big smile, the kind that looks like he’s laughing, but he’s not— almost. the kind that reaches his eyes, shapes them into little crescent moons.
how did he get so lucky?
rehearsals in the morning be damned, he will be fucking you good all night.
you make a noise of confusion when the car swerves into the trees at the side of the road.
“what are we doing here?”
jungkook only spares you a glance. “get in the backseat, baby.”
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miguel with a jealous fiance
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“stare a little longer and you might actually kill her, y/n” jess chuckles as she follows your eyesight, spotting miguel being flirted by a woman whom you’ve never seen before.
you and miguel are attending a gala fundraiser. run by some rich bastard named ‘bruce wayne’. he didn’t want to go at first, but because mr. wayne had sent the invitations to you both himself, it would be rude not to attend. plus, it’s best if he’s out and try to socialize, make some new friends instead.
but now you’re starting to regret the decision when you see some red haired getting cozy with your man. she keeps touching his arm, giggling obnoxiously at something he said. which pisses you off because your fiancé is not that funny.
Ignoring jess’s comment, you twirl the wine glass softly, emerald green manicured nails clicking against it. you bite the inside of your cheek with cold eyes dead set on the girl. you wanted to laugh at how that woman had been trying too hard to catch his attention.
miguel isn’t doing anything rather than answering without holding an eye contact, casually sipping his whiskey on rock as he searches through the crowd. you could tell he’s annoyed. but it wouldn’t be polite for him to tell her to fuck off, would it?
god, you wish he had the balls to actually do it.
“you know he wouldn’t do such thing right?”
scoffing as if it’s the most stupid question ever, you nod. of course he wouldn’t. he’s too damn crazy about you.
“i know. it’s her i don’t trust” you mutter, almost growling. “that bitch could clearly see he has a ring on his finger. she fucking blind or something?!”
jess could only laugh while shaking her head. she thinks you and miguel are too much alike. a perfect pair. “then show her who’s the boss.”
“oh i will” you respond with hesitation, gulping down every last drop of your drink before setting the glass down on the table. “be right back”
with that, you flick your hair over your shoulder, adjusting the straps of your silky emerald green dress and begin walking towards your fiancé’. jess’s commentary about ‘try not to kill her’ from behind fall deaf upon your ears.
sorry, jess. no promises.
you could feel all eyes on you as you walk. it’s hard not to. men and women craning their shoulders to get a better look at the beautiful woman who looks like she’s invented class and beauty herself. the world completely stop when you walk through the crowd.
and not to be cocky or anything, but you’re fully aware of how gorgeous you are. with curves that look like built by the gods themselves, full plump soft lips and long, beautiful thick hair that cascade down to your back and eyes sharp enough to draw sailors if you were ever a siren.
it’s like looking at freyja the goddess whom paid a visit on earth.
as miguel’s eyes continues to scan through the busy evening filled with mindless chatters, his dark red irises then stop at you. a small grin creeps to his face when he sees you walking towards him with your head held up high.
but your eyes aren’t on him, it’s on the woman.
“i just think, that you are sooo-“
“so what?” you cut her off with a fake smile and arms crossed over your chest. standing beside your soon to be husband, you watch how the woman’s eyes then flicker to your figure. “making friends without me, my love? how impolite”
miguel shakes his head, his hand quick enough to snake around your waist pulling you close. “of course not, mi vida. this is—“
“not interested. so, you wanna fuck my husband?” your voice coming off venomous, glaring at the woman who seems to be shocked at your question.
a sigh escape from miguel’s mouth, one that implies ‘this is not going to be good’
the woman has her mouth hang wide open as she struggles to respond. she can’t exactly decide whether she’s intimidated by you or attracted to you.
“i—i’m so sorry… I didn’t know he had a wife—“
with a scoff, you roll your eyes. “you’ve been eyeing and talking to my man for at least twenty minutes. you’re saying that your eyesight is so fucking jacked you couldn’t even see the ring on his finger?!”
miguel could only stand there and listening to you scold the woman. because if there’s one thing he learned being with you? is that to not meddle or interrupt.
she shakes her head rapidly, stuttering out a nervous response, “n-no! i—i—I did see it, i j-just thought—“
“oh you did see it!” you exhale a sarcastic laugh. “and what, you think it’s okay to flirt with someone else’s husband when clearly he has no interest?! you really think he’s gonna go for you, sweetheart?”
the tone of your voice is far from polite. miguel could sense that, and he squeezes your waist in attempt for you to take it easy on the girl but you only shrug it off and pay no mind to it.
the woman look like she’s about to cry by how you’re scolding her. shaking quiet a bit and embarrassed that her flirty gesture had failed to steal someone else’s man.
“i’m s-sorry… I’m—i—“
“you” your raise your finger at her face. “need to get the fuck out of my sight before i drag you by the hair and beat your ass hard that no one will ever recognize that pretty face of yours again.”
she nods quickly at that, taking her champagne flute before walking away quickly. you’re still fuming on the inside. glaring at the back of that girl’s head until she’s fully disappears.
“damn, mami” miguel lowly whistles, a dark chuckle follows after as he moves to stand in front of you. hand around your waist still attached, pulling you close to him. “you’re so sexy when you get jealous.”
jealous. you hate that word.
everyone needs to know that you don’t take it lightly when it comes to miguel. he belongs to you and vice versa. and if you have to beat a bitch up to get your point across, then so be it.
“let’s get one thing straight, miguel. I don’t get jealous” You emphasize the word as you turn your focus on Miguel, giving him a stern look. “I get territorial. they need to know that you’re my man. I see a girl trying to take over my territory, then consider her fucking finished. you got that?”
miguel can’t argue with the fact that you just turned him on just by saying that. especially when you come off as demanding like this. It’s one of the reason why he fell in love with you.
bossy. ambitious. confident. and Independent. traits that miguel loves in a woman.
he smirks, looking down at you as he clicks his tongue against his bottom teeth. “yes, ma’am” he replies with a nod.
you nod back, crossing your arms. “good.”
“and just when i thought you couldn’t get any sexier” he shakes his head, squeezing your ass before leaning down a bit to give you a kiss on your cheek. “you do”
rolling your eyes, you lightly shove his shoulder. yet you can’t help but blush at the gesture. “easy there… we’re in public.”
he cocks an eyebrow, palm not leaving your ass. “and when has that ever stopped you before, mi amor?”
you bite your lower lip softly, remembering the times when you and miguel had done it over and over outside the comfort of your home.
yeah, both of you are pretty experimental.
“bathroom in 5. don’t keep me waiting”
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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (iv) - pt 1 pt 2 p3
matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader
summary : maybe the only way matt and y/n can stand being around each other is to fuck each other
warnings : weed, alcohol/drinking, smut (slightly rough but not very?? pretty filthy tho), profanity
mickey speaks : rlly hate how the smut turned out but maybe its jus me being a perfectionist + i changed a lot of shit ab UCLA (mostly grad dates) to fit into my narrative okay, i knowwww. only sorta proofread bc ive been busy, enjoy <3
THIS IS PART FOUR GO READ THE FIRST THREE PARTS DUHH
"FUCK!"
the turn of spring to summer in LA is typically the most eventful time of year. more parties are thrown than ever before in celebration of the season change, the boom of tourism begins, and of course school years are ending.
you celebrated your college graduation from UCLA only a week ago, with a large dinner at your favorite seafood restaurant and your friends all excitedly in attendance. matt was also there but you let it be known you invited him only so you wouldn’t feel bad (though he claims he wouldn’t have cared if you did or not).
you also shared an excruciating breakfast that same morning with your parents (both suffocating you with their traditional views that reminded you exactly why you moved hours away from them to attend school). you were cautious to wear items of clothing that would hide your tattoo and kept any conversations on the topic of your schooling rather than outside interests (not that they even care to ask) out of fear you may expose your routine of going out to party most weekends.
your brother was also at breakfast and you could tell he was trying his hardest to keep a positive attitude for you. you immediately noticed his wet face when you gave him a full hug after your ceremony, which made you cry, mostly out of missing him and love.
"it's not that bad!" andrea looks at you in the mirror as she continues to give herself soft curls.
“how the fuck did i manage to make this one downturned and this one up,” you reply in frustration while you point to either wing of eyeliner on your grimaced face.
andrea giggles and aims the stick of the curling iron at makeup remover lying in the sink, “just get a q-tip and fix it, cariño.” (“honey”)
you move around her to grab a q-tip from a small jar in the medicine cabinet before following her instructions, getting extra close to the mirror.
remi barges in the bathroom dressed in a mini skirt and a detailed patterned top, “hi nick!” she exclaims to her phone screen, placing it down on the counter while untwisting her lipgloss.
you can see nick’s awkward face as he sits in the car (making his camera jump at any dip or bump in the road), “sooo…this better be erin’s bathroom ceiling im staring at.”
“and if i say it’s not?” remi giggles to herself before rubbing her lips together to spread the gloss further.
“i’d say what the fuck are you guys still doing at home?! y/n’s our mutual friend that even got us into this bitch and i’m not just walking into some sorority house acting like i know any of these fucking people.”
“and we didn’t go to college!” chris exclaims to add to the point.
“yeah, we didn’t go to fuckin’ college!” nicks adds before his face falters, “the fuck does that have to do with it?”
chris’ voice is low as he explains himself, “you know…like, obviously we aren’t gonna know shit about some delta kappa omega?”
nick comedically pauses and the three of you watch the screen to see him staring at chris with no facial expression, “…okay chris. anyway, get your asses over here ASAP. we need you.”
“okay, we don’t need them. you’re being dramatic just chill out,” matt huffs from the driver’s seat.
“hey, we’re leaving soon i promise, nick.” andrea assures and remi picks her phone off of the counter to show the girl.
"thanks, but we'll be fine. erin told me where to find her, let's not get ridiculous." matt continues dismissing the conversation he finds so unnecessary.
you hold yourself back from saying anything but you can’t help but wonder just how close erin has got to matt. and how she managed to hold any conversations without pissing him off (no way a little lap dance dismissed matt’s entire personality). she hasn’t been too explicit about anything happening between them, only cluing you all in through her frequent mentions of him.
chris’ loud voice beams, “yeah, you ladies take your time! nick gimme the phone-” chris’ smiley face takes up remi’s screen now that the phone has shifted, “you know, who the fuck are we to tell any of you to rush?!” he sees andrea in view (with a form fitting dress and warm toned makeup) and can’t help the rush of words that decide to spill from his mouth, “andreayoulookfineasshitbytheway- and i just think, uh,” he giggles at his poor recovery and at andrea shaking her head and biting the side of her mouth (her very andrea way of blushing). “um, yeah, fuck, what was i sayin’?” he turns to matt.
nick laughs from the backseat at chris’ comment (he thinks it’s generally embarrassing opposed to andrea who finds herself embarrassingly flattered by him).
“nothing important, say your goodbyes now, we just pulled up.” matt gives his short advice and takes the phone. “see you, bye,” he hangs up and chris punches his arm immediately.
“dudeee!” chris groans. matt doesn’t give any reaction besides handing nick his phone back without looking at him.
“we’ll see them in less than an hour, get your shit.” matt tilts his head out the door as he opens it and exits the car.
“he’s so annoying.” chris huffs and turns to nick as he unbuckles his seatbelt.
“i don’t know him, he’s your fuckin’ brother.” nick shrugs and acts clueless. chris laughs into his seat and nick knows making chris laugh makes him feel way better than just shitting on matt would’ve.
matt opens his door again, “get your gigglin’ asses out here!”
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matt's suprised he's lasted this long at this party without a fucking drink.
he's seen just about every partygoer trope there is - drunk guys and "you need to sober up" girlfriends, overly excited drunks far too impressed by each new song that plays, the loner type who strictly speak within their circle even when wasted, et cetera - and has managed to lose everyone he knows in this crowd, leaving him alone with DD responsibilities in a sorority house bouncing with excitement in honor of their “graduating senior sisters.”
speaking of, he’s only spoken to erin once all night. he did see you with your friends briefly, early in the night before you were swooped away with nick to be introduced to some guy he just met.
so like all times matt is bitchless and bored, he decides to smoke. he reaches in his jacket pocket for the joint he rolled before the party, in case of emergency.
but just as he raises the lighter towards his mouth he's interrupted by an airy, high pitched voice, “um, excuse me!” matt looks over, “yeah, you. sorry, you can't have drugs in the house.” the blonde frowns.
“it’s weed…” matt clarifies, taking the joint from between his lips.
“uh huh! and that is prohibited, outside please,” she guides her hand, drink in tow, towards a sliding door behind her.
he's not gonna nitpick with some chick about the umbrella term of 'drugs' or debate whether the alcohol she's drinking lies under it, so he just nods his head “cool,” and removes himself from his spot against the wall to walk around her and out of the door.
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you slump against a nearby couch as you recover from a hour of dancing alongside your best friends. remi sits next to you and leans her head on your shoulder as you both look around at the room full of people (a shade of deep fuchsia covers the room from multiple LED lights around the large house).
when you feel your own blinks become slower you shrug your shoulder and look at remi's profile, "we should probably get up rem, or else we'll fall asleep. this couch is way too comfy." you sigh.
"mmm... yeah. kinda want another drink but," she turns to look behind you both, "the kitchen's all the way over there..."
"now i know you two aren't tapping out of my party already?!"
you both look over to see erin dressed in a small glittered party dress, making her shine as she walks closer. "erin, where the fuck have you been?!" you excitedly rise from the couch and give her a hug.
"it's actually so fucking hard to host a graduation party, especially with my sorority sisters- they've had me doing all these traditions and shit, i haven't had time to talk to like anyone!" she explains to both you and remi.
"well, at least you look good, bitch!" remi adds and holds erins hand to make her twirl in her dress.
"thank you," she blushes and looks down then back to you two, "have either of you seen the triplets?"
"i think nick's off with some dude and chris is 'teaching' drea how to play beer pong..." you trail off and look to remi, "have you seen matt at all...?"
"not recently, i don't think so?" she looks over to erin.
"oh okay, that's fine. just wanna make sure they're having funnn." she draws her words out as she plays with the ends of her hair and smiles. you and remi can both tell she something bothers her more than she's leading on.
"e, come with us to grab drinks," you hold both remi and erin's hands and guide them with you to the kitchen.
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matt hadn't realized how hard he was staring at you dancing until chris came up to him with wild eyes and a loud laugh, making him snap away from whatever trance he was in.
"you okay, matt? your brain's not buzzkillin' right?"
matt straightens himself to no longer lean on the wall, "no."
"you sure?"
"yes?"
"maybe you should say fuck DD and have a drink or two, might give you somethin' to smileee aboutttt!" chris laughs.
"don't be stupid, chris. 'm not driving drunk."
"obviously we'd get an uber, matt." he emphasizes with a 'duh' attitude. "i get funnier when drunk, not stupid."
"right," matt offers a light laugh.
he throws a hand over matt's shoulder as they both face the crowd of dancing people, "god damn andrea's fucking hot- swear she's been feelin' me all night," chris hypes himself up then brings his red solo cup towards his mouth.
matt's eyes shift from you to andrea, who's limbs move just as freely and smile is just as wide. "that's good, that's good," matt nods. "she's nice."
"she's everything, bro." chris shakes his head in awe, "but, uh, do you have any cash on you?" matt turns his head, eyes showing his annoyance. "i'll pay you back, you know that matt. just like $20 to get me in the poker game outside."
"chris-"
"please, matt," he begs.
matt lets a heavy sigh out through his nose as he rustles in his pocket for his wallet. "you're my favorite now," chris kisses matt's hand quickly before he's heading off with a crumpled twenty in hand.
matt's eyes follow him until he's fully gone, then he's turning to look for you again. only this time it's not a challenge at all, you're already on your way.
you pull at the bottom of your little black dress (which rode up some due to your eccentric dancing) as you approach. "hi, matttt," you sing. it's known to most of your friends that when you're drunk your emotions are ten times stronger, and right now you're feeling extra carefree.
matt can tell you've definitely had a few drinks, so he tries to keep the conversation civil. "hey," he cracks a smile.
"are you not having fun?" you ask. you've wondered ever since you recognized him across the room.
"sure, i'm having fun." he shrugs, keeping eye contact with you.
you notice his all black outfit and blue jean jacket, "we kinda match," you look down at yourself then towards him, "i had a jean jacket too...it's um, in a closet somewhere i think."
"then you must have great style," matt jokes.
"oh i think that was clear before i happened to match you," you joke making use of your hands while speaking.
"mhm, sure..."
"so, do you wanna dance with us?" you smile in question.
"absolutely not," matt laughs and brings a fist to his mouth.
your smile drops, "right, you watch us dance but laugh at the thought of participating...?" you move your eyes to each side, "'cause that makes sense, matthew."
"no, it's not like that. you go have fun, i'm just not one to make myself look stupid for fun." he shrugs.
"so we...look stupid?" you squint your eyes in amusement knowing matt is trying to be such a hard ass for no reason.
"you said it," he laughs.
now you're a bit annoyed. "so you go back to being a loser all alone right here in this corner, and i'll go back to this stupid party and enjoy myself."
"alright," he rolls his eyes, "go ahead and be dramatic about it."
"will do," you sigh and begin to walk over to your friends, presenting matt with the gift of your middle finger directed towards him behind your back.
and matt thinks he just might take chris' advice on having a drink or two.
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you hate that matt is still on your mind.
and it irritates the fuck out of you that you're now giddy seeing him for a third time tonight. but to give yourself the benefit of the doubt, you've gotten to the point where you're so buzzed you've become horny.
you came outside on the hunt for remi, who told you she was looking for erin, and ended up finding all three triplets at a makeshift poker table full of rowdy men.
and as some wise person must have said: when horny, find someone to fuck.
"y/n!! whatcha doin'?" nick notices you and gives you a wide grin offering you a chair near the table.
"hey, nick. 'm sorry i can't really stay i just, um, need to borrow matt."
matt. who isn't paying much attention to anything around him now that the four shots he took settled. with his phone in one hand and a beer resting in his other, he's bound to be startled when you come behind him and whisper in his ear, "heyyy, sorry to bother but can we talk?"
he blinks and looks behind him, "y/n?!"
"come," you motion with your fingers and begin to walk away as he rubs his fingers over his eyes and starts to stand up.
"yeah?" he asks getting closer to you.
you wordlessly bring him back into the heated house and navigate until you find a mostly empty hallway (all while he keeps annoying you by repeatedly asking what you want).
his back falls against the wall, "way to confuse the fuck outta me. what's good?" the hand you were once holding dives into his front pocket out of habit and the other continues to hold his beer.
"i just need you to take me home."
"y/n, i'm no longer driving myself home, let alone you," he shakes his head.
"right, i figured, smartass."
"glad those comprehension skills still work. grab your phone and order an uber, 'm sure you dont need my help."
"matt. i want you to come home with me." you sigh in defeat.
"oh shit." matt dead pans. "ohhh shit." his eyes widen before a a laugh breaks through his closed mouth, "sunshine...you're tryna' fuck?" he looks up at you from his spot against the wall.
you scramble a lie to make yourself look less pathetic, "you're a last resort trust me," you roll your eyes. this was way better in your drunken mind than reality.
"still made the list though!" matt jokes, "wow. who knew you were so romantic? bringing me all the way over here just to tell me you wanna fuck. and at your place? how sweet," he can't help but poke fun.
"fuck you," you say under your breath.
"well only because you asked so kindly!" he goes to wrap his arms around you before you push him back against the wall.
"are you done?"
"i guess." he shrugs.
"so will you or not," you try to keep your confidence and not allow matt's comments to embarrass you. "it's fine if not, just-"
"yeah," matt's smirk slowly grows. "meet me out front, i'll have to go lie to my brothers but i can be quick."
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"why am i shocked you're actually here?" you ask as you shut the car door and look over to matt, phone screen reflected on his face.
the car begins to speed out of the neighborhood as he turns off his phone and shoves it in his jacket pocket, "let's be serious for one second," he reaches over and pulls at the end of your dress, "you wear this and look like that and you think i'd say no? i'd be crazy. i mean, yeah, your fuckin' mouth can irritate me to pieces but-"
"actually just shut up, matt" you remove your head from leaning against the window and move across the middle seat to kiss him. you pull apart fairly quickly though, "how are you less mean yet extra annoying when drunk? i shoulda went with my last last resort." you shake your head.
matt grumbles before leaning to kiss you again.
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after a car ride full of teasing and rushed kisses, you both made it to your apartment complex.
you fumble with your purse as you search for your house keys, distracted by matt’s lips moving over your neck. you pinch your eyes shut in frustration, “mattt, give me a second,” you nudge your shoulder into him to get him off of you.
“let me see it,” he grumbles grabbing your purse and finding your keys with ease, moving his arms around you and unlocking the door.
“you make it look so easy,” you breathe and open the door with your body pressed against it.
matt lets go of you and follows you inside.
you lean a hand on the wall next to the door to quickly remove your heeled shoes and matt watches you with dopey eyes and glossy, excessively bitten lips before deciding to take his shoes off as well.
you walk closer to him once he’s done, your dress riding up your legs and barely covering your ass at this point. you look up to him and softly ask, “do you need anything to drink?”
he brings his right hand up to hold your face and moves close to your lips, “you know i don’t want a fucking drink.”
“you don’t?" your pout is genuine even though you're teasing him. he knows you're sweet enough to really get him a drink if he desired. he draws his thumb across your slumped lip before you speak again, "well…what do you want, matt?” you move your hands to the waist of his jeans, tracing the outer seam.
he pinches his eyes shut and moves his head to lean on your shoulder, he’s not gonna be the one to say he wants to fuck you. you want to fuck him, that's why he's here. so he’s definitely not begging you to touch him.
“hmm…?” you hum as your hands go to either side of his face, bringing him back to look at you. he looks into your eyes as he drops his hand from your jaw. you notice the pink splotches that still linger on his face, recovering from the heat of the party atmosphere and now the heat of this moment.
matt looks down at your lips, “you know what i want, and you want it too.” his hands travel down and push the front of your mini dress up as he feels over your underwear.
you mouth hangs open and you move your hips against him softly. begging him with your actions rather than your words. and those tend to speak the loudest.
"so what do you want, y/n?" he asks quietly without breaking eye contact.
"matt-" you breathe, wanting him to do anything more than a juvenile rub over your underwear.
he licks and sucks your neck as your hands capture his hair. “where do you want me?” he sounds out of breath when he asks so close to your ear. he finally moves his fingers past the waistband of your panties to nudge your clit as he taunts, “hmm…? you want me right here?”
you whine, “we can’t right here."
"why not?" he breathes against you, annoyed.
"i can't have you fuck me in the foyer i share with my best friend,” you just know andrea would be pissed if either of your body’s fluids made it onto the freshly vacuumed carpet.
he retracts his hand, “then why are we just standing around? show me to your room,” his voice is rough.
“why don’t you try to guess which is my room is mine?” you smile with your faces far too close together.
“why don’t you be a good host and give me a tour?” he retorts.
“that’s not fun,” you push.
he growls and lifts you up, walking past the living room and into a hallway that splits in two (all while you incessantly kiss his jaw and upper neck). he huffs at his ridiculous situation and reaches for the first door he sees. a toilet sits at the end of the room and a cluttered counter to the left.
“bathroom,” you mutter with a giggle.
matt responds with a snipped tone, “mhm yeah i’ve seen one before.”
his grip on your waist grows harsher as he opens and closes a multitude of doors with you commentating over.
he finally makes it to your room with you mocking him in a cheer of celebration as you climb off of him and turn on the dim light near your bedside.
matt would normally take in the room around him but his headspace is far too sexually frustrated to give a shit about how you decorate your room.
he opts to stand near the door and eye you from afar, wanting nothing more than to pounce on you.
you notice this (as well as the fact that matt hasn’t listened to a word you’ve said about minding the mess of clothes piled in the corner from your struggle to pick an outfit earlier) and slowly walk back towards him. the soft yellow light blurs behind you and highlights the edges of your figure in a mouthwateringly pretty way that makes matt antsy.
when you’re close enough matt somehow pulls you closer. his nose nudges against yours messily before capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. your hands feel for the end of his shirt and move underneath it to touch his warm lower stomach. you can feel how his body expands and curls as he breathes through your unwavering kiss.
despite wanting to keep the tension high, you break apart from matt to tease a bit, “can i touch you?” his face is scrunched absentmindedly from his desire and his lower lip finds its place tucked behind his front teeth when he rushes a nod to you in encouragement.
you push him away from you softly, “take your jacket off.” you move to your bed and after the sound of a jacket hitting the floor, you find him right on your feet, chasing your kiss and heat.
he leans over you and immediately finds your lips once more. now that he’s on top of you he finds himself wanting to get you to say how bad you want him.
his hands meet your thighs and move your dress as they run up to your rib cage before moving back down to squeeze your thighs.
matt’s surprised when you’re the one to involve your tongue in the mix, making the kiss sloppy yet intimate. your hand then crawls into his hair to keep him close.
but he doesn’t let you hold him for long, taking your hand from his hair and laying it against the bed, raising himself above you. “what do you want sweetheart?” he lowers his other hand towards your stomach, grazing your tattooed hip gently before feeling your underwear.
“you,” you respond in defeat and desperation.
“oh? and you want me to…?”
“matt. touch me,” you take your free hand and guide his own under the waistband of your underwear.
“but i thought you wanted to touch me? now you’re just bein’ selfish.” he keeps his hand close to your pussy, running his index finger across your lips kindly.
you look at him with droopy eyes, “please."
so matt lets you be selfish. he selfishly wants to taste you after all. he lowers himself to your face and captures your bottom lip once more, sucking then biting down slightly before moving his face further down your body slowly. your dress maintains its rippled shape in a bunch right where your tits lie.
he makes his way to your tattooed lower hip, still a little impressed with his execution of the cartoon (as it's not his typical style) and showing this with a kiss, then a light lick (making you shudder the tiniest bit). as he furthers, he finds the space on the bed is not enough, opting for the plush, carpeted floor.
matt sits on the back of his calves to watch how your body reacts when he pulls your panties down, only he misses the satisfied smile curling onto your face when you move your head to the the side.
he shifts your pliable legs to give him a better view of your heat's entirety, spreading your folds gently as he gathers spit in his mouth and spills it onto your clit. his eyes flicker from your face (choking on a moan) to the bead of saliva mixing with your natural slick that has him on edge. “that feel good?” he asks and moves his fingers up and down your pussy slowly, bumping your clit but not lingering long enough.
“yes...so good, matt,” you encourage in a broken whimper.
he hums, placing his mouth over your clit and sucking hard. you moan out lowly and you can't help but close your legs around matt's head. he normally would lay them flat again and tease you but he finds the pressure and dizziness turns him on so much more. his hands rest at your hips, moving up and down and your legs cradle his head as he works his mouth and tongue on you.
"mm fuck," you reach above your head to grip the soft colored comforter in your manicured hands. matt never falters, his licks only become needier when he adds two of his fingers to curl inside of you.
he continues his restless actions until the moment right before you have registered you were about to cum. then, he's immediately removing himself and standing up, wiping his face with one hand as the other hurries to unbuckle his chunky black belt.
you grumble and fix yourself to sit up and look at him, now discarding the belt into his own growing pile of clothes on your floor. he begins to unbutton his pants when he hears you whine and pull at his ego to get him to come back. “how fucking typical. should’ve known i'd barely get one orgasm, let alone two out if this.”
matt immediately stops unzipping his jeans and comes closer to stand above you, his face clearly annoyed. he gives your pussy a light slap, making you whimper. “keep talking shit, brat.” he grits through his teeth and slaps it again making a filthily wet sound that has you moaning.
he doesn't stop at that; he begins to harshly rub your clit back and forth without mercy, keeping eye contact as his face hovers your own, before moving his fingers inside of you while his thumb continues to work your clit. continuous loud moans crowd your room before you eventually meet your high with rolled eyes and shaking legs.
matt quickly pulls his fingers out and wipes them against your thigh leaving it sticky and shiny like golden honey. finally able to unzip and remove his jeans and boxers, allowing his needy cock to be free from the tightness. you move to the edge of your bed when you hear the small clap against his stomach, eager to find matt as ready for you as you are for him.
he watches from above as you admire his length while your fingers ghost over his sensitive dick. you then bring your mouth closer, dribbling spit over his tip and wrapping a fist around him. you look up into his hooded eyes for approval then take him in your mouth and jerk the rest of him with your hand.
he groans and bites his pink and undoubtedly swollen bottom lip as you suck and hollow your cheeks around him, even taking him all the way at some points. and though this feels fucking amazing, he wants nothing more than to be inside of you right now.
he holds the base of your neck then squeezes lightly to get you to pull away, spit erotically traveling with your lips. “can i fuck you now?” his voice is perfectly hushed yet demanding in tone.
you nod and matt wipes your lips, “good, take that dress off.” he removes his own shirt and reaches for a spare condom he’d put in his pocket before leaving the house (for no particular reason). he turns back to you, with your breasts now on display for him, ripping the package with his teeth.
you motion for him to give it to you and he complies. somehow even when you’re literally putting a condom over his dick, you’re a sweetheart about it: kissing it once he’s fully covered and turning yourself over onto all fours without him having to ask. because you understand yourself and have the confidence to choose the position you’d like to be fucked in. and matt would be lying if he said that isn't so fucking attractive.
he smirks as he adjusts himself on the bed, feeling out every inch of your full ass before moving his hands to squeeze your waist. you lay your head against the plush comforter, arching yourself further in anticipation. “matt,” you blubber out a whine.
he takes the base of his cock and guides it through your folds, “mhm…i know.” he sees your face twist in amusement, “oh, you like that, huh?”
you lick your lips and nod your head before matt finally pushes himself fully inside of you. his hips start in slow, rhythmic patterns before becoming uncontrolled and incomplete- and the same goes for your moans.
matt's almost hypnotized by the way your ass moves in reaction to his thrusts (slowing himself down just to watch in detail and only speeding up when you start to get really antsy over it).
as you both get sloppier and chase your highs, matt decides to flip you over and tuck your legs into your chest for a different angle. there's something especially needy in the way he rubs at your clit and makes a mess of your tits with his mouth that drives you insane with pleasure.
"my- shit!" you moan harshly under matt.
"hold it," he huffs.
"can't," you whimper, "just-"
"shhh," matt captures your lips as he quickens his pace, feeling his own climax approaching. after a few moments you're breaking the kiss to roll your head away, exposing your neck as you uncontrollably cum around matt.
"fuck," he moans, stilling his movements to maximize his release.
he takes a moment to breathe before removing himself from you, immediately fucking his fingers into you while rubbing your weak clit (just to be annoying) until you push him away and tell him to fuck off.
he lets out a chuckle as he removes the condom and discards it appropriately. when he comes back over to you you're on your side with your own arm wrapped around your waist in comfort.
matt sits next to you, "that good for you?"
you just nod and bite back a smile.
matt hums in pride, running a hand over your exposed ass before leaning down to kiss and suck a dark hickey into the skin.
"c'mere," you tug his hand.
he complies and you turn to open your legs for him once more, grinding a bit once the two of you begin to kiss again.
you reach between the two of you, taking matt's half-hard dick in your hand and stroking. as you pick up your pace he whines and begins to thrust into your hand in need.
until you hear your front door open. to which you push matt off of you and on to the floor, hearing him groan as you snap at him to get in your closet.
you crawl under your comforter while matt hurries to gather his things from your floor and get into your closet.
you hear andrea stumble a little making her way through the house and you catch your breath just as she knocks on your door and cracks it to check if you're sleeping.
"y/n, you awake?" she slurs a whisper.
"yes. hi drea, how'd you get home?"
she opens the door a little further but continues to lean on the door frame, "how did you get home? was lookin' all over like 'where's my girl?' everyone was usless though," she sighs.
"sorry, i took an uber," you giggle, "i got sleepy, i guess."
"mhm...you and me both." she yawns expectedly.
"you should get some sleep, we can talk in the morning, okay?" you smile from your bed.
andrea nods, "'kay, love you." she leaves with a sleepy smile.
"love you," you reply as she shuts the door again.
you let out a relieved breath, glad she hadn't suggested a sleepover like you'd both normally do when drunk.
matt walks out of your closet, almost fully clothed, buckling his belt again, "gave me fucking rug burn, thanks."
you move a hand over your face, "sorry- i just don't need anyone seeing you here."
"'s fine," he shrugs and takes a seat on your bed, "how long is it gonna take her to sleep so i can leave?"
"less than five minutes," you pick at one of your acrylic nails, seeing matt place his jacket on your bed makes you almost laugh to yourself, "shit, i left my jacket at erin's."
matt grins to himself and adds, "shit, i left my car at erin's," with a shake of his head.
you both laugh softly before it fizzles.
matt's back is towards you as he opens his phone to order another uber home. and now the silence brings you back into reality and suddenly you're feeling sick to your stomach about erin.
it takes you a little but you eventually mumble towards his back, "matt you didn’t fuck erin, right?"
"no," his voice sounds distracted and like he wouldn't care even if he did.
you focus on a loose thread in your comforter that you pick at, "...kay. not that it matters 'cause this was only for tonight. but i know i would probably die from guilt knowing i fucked with you after she did."
he turns to see you genuinely out of it and seeming to shelter yourself under your blanket. he leans towards you and rubs your arm softly before whispering, "don't make it a big fucking deal, nothing's different." his stare actually makes you feel far worse but you nod as if you agree anyway.
he stands up and puts his jacket on, “you sleep well okay, sunny?”
"shut the fuck up, you don't care about how i sleep," you whisper.
he breathes a laugh and reaches for your door.
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okie doks, so i would like a hc where bokuto, kuroo, and maybe tsukishima react to seeing their volleyball player! girlfriend play for the first time
i love your blog btw :) it makes me happy <3
Volleyball player!reader x kuroo, bokuto and tsukishima
I’m so so glad that my writing makes you happy, plus this ask is like 100 years cuz time management is not a thing for me
Masterlist
Tsukishima
Before I say anything else HE WILL LAUGH WHEN YOU MESS UP
When you tell him that you play volleyball he might not believe you until he sees it with his very own eyes
He would believe you but ✨trust issues✨
If you ever invite him to one of your matches he just either gives a glare and says a monotone “ok” or grunt in response
But most times he goes to your games without you knowing
Tsukishima wants to see when do your best without the pressure of people yk watching you
Cuz honestly I feel that wholeheartedly
But man when he does see you?
Bros gonna explode from being flustered
He thinks that you honestly look really hot, but he never ever gonna say that
Not even when he’s being held by gunpoint, which honestly who would ask that question if you were being held by gunpoint?
Anygays
He just appreciates your work ethic in volleyball
Not being too annoying and obnoxious about volleyball or not giving a fuck with his standards
Nice balance
and at some point you motivate him to push on his own hobbies (more so volleyball)
When you catch sight of him you whip your head around to get a double take almost getting whiplash in the process
He just covers his mouth and snickers by the confusion of your face just now realizing that he did attend your match after all
You shuffled up to him half bashful half excited to see tsuki
You wrapped your arms around his middle and he stared back to, giving you a little headpat
“Sooo how did I do? Since you’ve been stalking me like a dimwit”
“You did better than last time ig, moron”
“You were here last time too??”
“Now see your the dimwit here since you didn’t even realize I’m coming to your stupid games”
“Awww tsuki I thought would’ve never be here:(“
“Your an official dimwit” tsukishima says with a blush darkening
Bokuto
He knew you played volleyball cuz he always has asked you how was your day? Every single fucking day
Even before you were dating
It might get a lil annoying sometimes but baby boy genuinely wants to hear about your day
Prolly at some point interrupts you by accident but once he realized he apologizes so damn much
But a simple “it’s ok bo” is enough for him lmao
ANYWAYS
IS SO PROUD OF YOU WHEN YOU PLAY
ALWAYS YELLS LETS GO Y/N OR HEY HEY HEYYYY THATS MY S/O
Vvvv proud baby
Whatever position you play he’s so so so supportive
“Y/n! That’s such a great set im so proud of you”
“I KNEW YOU COULD DO SO WELL BABY”
“HEY HEY HEY! That spike was so accurate, you should have a kiss as an award! Come her baby”
“BLOCK THEM BASTARDS! YEAHHH”
When the match/ practice is over he’ll quite literally jump and attack you with a bear hug smothering you to absolute death
You guys go to your car him carrying you bride style and finding a withered mess of half dead rose petals in the passenger seat cuz bo was so focused on seeing you than bringing the damn bouquet of flowers he was gonna give you
“Well… maybe I’m just distracted by incredibly sexy and hot partn-“
“OKAY BOKUTO, LETS JUST GET IN THE DAMN CAR”
“Your also very cute when you stammer like that”
“Booooo”
Kuroo
Also a vvv proud baby
Found out by having the volleyball match delayed and you coming home late
Quite literally did the mom “and where were you?” Thing on you
But he was concerned for his baby cuz you could’ve gotten kidnapped
You told him that you were at a game of yours and he was appalled
“And you never thought that I would like to go?” Pouts like a little girl in a playful way
“Well I just never thought you wanted to go since your always so busy”
“Bullshit, I’d do anything for you” he practically manhandled you onto the bed and cuddled there
“Oh really? Anything??” Your eyes sparkled as he met your eyes with a small smile
“Yes baby, anything. Your my one and only”
“Ok so would you do the dishes for me? Oh oh and cook dinner too that would be absolutely fantastic”
Rooster wasn’t too happy with that response smh
SKJDJDJD I GET SO DISTRACTED ANYWAYS
rooster baby would go to any games when he has free time
Analyzes your movements a lot
But he’s never deeply judging you in a negative way, he’s just observing
Becomes your personal trainer but would never push you too hard
Always after matches no matter if you win or not he’ll always have some version of “you did well baby, now drink some water I’m not letting you be dehydrated”
Always gives you a meaningful hug too
Kisses are also a definite must
One on your forehead, nose and three on the lips
It’s like a secrete combination just between the two of you
Even tho it’s not even like a lock or some shit
It always amazing him how you do certain things when your focused into your game
Sometimes laughs at how cute you are
Just being a proud parent boyfriend is all you need
#lizandbo#Kuroo x reader#kuroo fluff#kuroo hcs#kuroo headcanons#kuroo x volleyball player reader#Bokuto fluff#bokuto hcs#bokuto headcanons#bokuto x reader#bokuto imagines#kuroo imagines#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu masterlist#tsukishima fluff#tsukishima hcs#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima imagines
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stam-pegged | vash the stampede
summary — vash the stampede gets pegged.
pairing — vash the stampede x f!reader
warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. afab reader, use of a strap, vash has a pussy, cunnilingus
word count — 2.3k
author’s note — this is sooo self-indulgent and is for the purpose of spreading the vashussy agenda. ur welcome i hope u enjoy
“Have you ever been fucked, Vash?”
From where the infamous Humanoid Typhoon has his head laid on your chest comes a series of stutters and nervous laughs.
“Wh-what?” he manages, sitting upwards suddenly. His cheeks glow red, even darker than the perpetual tinge of sunburn that he has. Somehow he’s making eye contact with you, and yet he’s avoiding it like the plague.
“I mean, you’re a hundred and fifty years old, so I’m just curious,” you say, shrugging, but mischief dances in the way you gaze at him.
Vash’s head droops as he scratches the back of his neck and laughs, hesitating. “Well, you know, I’ve been- ah, busy… on the run, and stuff…”
“Really? So, you’ve never once…?”
Vash shakes his head. The only reason you’re so surprised is because he’s so breathtaking.
The first time you saw him you were convinced he was an angel– kicked out of heaven, perhaps, when he fell from the sky and landed with a thud a few feet away from you. It turned out he was no more than a wanted man running from the law and, in the midst of a run-in with the military, he’d managed to get catapulted into the air, which was how he found himself careening towards the ground where you were going about your day until then.
He was lucky that it was you who had found him, who’d taken him in and given him shelter for no reason other than the fact that you were utterly captivated. He was no divine creature, but on this planet he was the closest thing to one.
You remember how he told you that he’d spent the better part of his one hundred and fifty years on the run. That he had no one, not really, other than a twin brother with whom he was “slightly at odds with”. In one hundred and fifty years, no one had been so gentle with him like you had.
“Would you let me change that?” you ask, retreating on your forwardness to instead pose the question carefully.
It’s no secret that you’re attracted to him, and you think his affection for you is just as obvious. Like, come on. Just now he was laying on top of you with his face snuggled into your chest like a damn lapdog. It’s become a frequent thing for you to fall asleep tangled in one another’s limbs, clinging to the only good thing in your God forsaken lives.
Vash looks at you, baby blue eyes round and twinkling. “Yeah.”
You smile, hoping he can’t sense the eagerness brewing in your stomach. Your hand reaches up to cradle his face, and you kiss him, slow and soft, and you melt into his touch when his own hands fall around your neck. It feels like your lips were meant for his–made to fit against one another.
Your tongue presses into his mouth and the kiss becomes sloppy, starts to evoke a need within both of you. Between your legs there’s a dull pulse that makes you rub them together, and you don’t doubt that Vash feels it too. It’s hot, crawling up your spine and lighting your entire body up with flames.
Carefully, your hand slides down Vash’s chest and along his thighs, thick and hard under your palms. It comes back up to find a home between his legs, and when you palm at his crotch, he whimpers into your mouth. You didn’t expect him to be so… docile.
You pull away with a grin, batting your eyelashes as you gaze at Vash. Spit strings still connect your lips to his, and he feels suddenly dizzy when he notices them.
“You’re cute, Vash,” you admit, shifting off of the couch and to the floor.
Vash’s eyes burn through you as you settle on your knees between his legs. The usual soft, sky blue in them has turned to a dark, brilliant sapphire, glazed over with desire.
Gently you pull at the band of his loose sweats. He lifts his hips absentmindedly, allowing you to pull them down his toned legs. In an instant, your gaze is drawn to his cunt, spread open like a blooming fruit, dripping with sweetness and begging to be devoured.
“God, you’re so pretty, Vash,” you tell him in a low whisper, unashamed to compliment him. Your head dips to the side, and you relish in the way he shivers when your lips press against his thighs. “Bet you taste amazing, too.”
Your kisses move lower and lower, your hands curling around his legs where they’re propped up on the couch. Vash's heavy breaths are like music to your ears, a hint at your effect on him. He gulps ever so often, like he's trying to swallow down his want. His face is still flushed hot pink.
The first swipe of your tongue through his folds leaves the both of you lightheaded. Him, trying desperately not to fall apart at the seams from this new sensation. You, relishing in the taste of his arousal, a taste unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. He’s sweet—sugary, like nectar. It’s dizzying, addicting.
A flip in your brain switches and you’re hungry. Starved. So desperate for more of him that it would drive you to insanity had you not had him in your very grasp.
So you eat. Relentless, your tongue rolls over Vash’s clit again and again as any coherent
thought in your mind is replaced by pure lust. Vash is gasping, panting hard at the dizzying sensation coursing through his entire being, his hands grasping at the couch.
He’s well acquainted with adrenaline. The way it burns through his blood, moves his arms and legs without him thinking, forces him to fight, shoot, kick– makes his heart pump so hard it hurts, makes his lungs swallow so much air that he feels as though he’s floating.
This, however, is foreign to him. Pleasure. He’s never felt anything like it, never wanted so much more of something, never been so regretful that it’s taken so long for him to discover it.
Your hand reaches up, two of your fingertips prodding at his slicked entrance and he jolts ever so slightly.
“I’m gonna put a finger in, okay? It’ll feel even better,” you tell him, your voice husky and heavy with desire, hot breath dancing over Vash’s cunt.
You wait until he nods his head, then push your middle finger inside of him, moaning out as his soft, warm walls pull you in. Vash gives a whine of his own, dizzy from the light stretch, from the way his body floods with heat when you curl your finger upwards and you find the spot that makes him yelp.
The moment your tongue finds his clit once more, Vash wails. He can’t hold back any longer, his back arching toward the ceiling, his pussy clenching around your finger. His thighs tremble around your head as he completely and utterly lets go.
He feels like he’s falling, but for the first time, it’s blissful.
“There you go, Vash, such a good boy,” you hum. You ease up, slowing your finger to a near halt and watching his face intently as he trembles with the aftershocks of his first orgasm ever. He’s all red and dazed, and you rub a hand slowly over his thigh to try and ground him once more.
“Felt good, hm?” you ask, planting a kiss to his thigh as you draw your finger back out of him. You gasp at the sight of the sticky webs of his cum that cling to your digit, glimmering like they’re ribbons of silk. You wrap your lips around your finger, eyes fluttering shut at the saccharine taste and your head is spinning. That’s plant cum, you suppose.
Vash nods his head dazedly. “Felt really good,” he mumbles, giving you a small, loopy smile.
“Ready for more, then?” you ask, a smirk gracing your features. Perhaps you could give him a little bit more time to recover, but something in your brain is desperate to make him fall apart all over again–something primal.
His eyes widen just a little at the thought of more, then he’s nodding his head again and in the blink of an eye you’re on your feet, heading to your bedroom closet in search of something. When you appear once more, you’ve got a pretty pink cock strapped to your hips, a bottle of lube in hand, and Vash waits for you with his legs still spread.
He thinks he might pass out as you stand before him, bottom lip between your teeth as you drizzle lube over the strap and pump your hand up and down, slow and deliberate while flames lick up Vash’s skin.
“You want it, Vash?” you ask, finally stepping close enough to hover the cock over his cunt.
“Please,” he breathes, unashamed of his desperation.
You drag the slick tip along his slit, through his sopping, greedy folds and he’s writhing. Soft, impatient whimpers make their way past his lips, but he doesn’t have the courage to say anything. He lays there, pliant for you, because you know best.
“I’m gonna put it in, okay?” you tell him. His need is contagious, spreading through you until your mind is void of all things but for the image of him being split open.
“Yeah- yes,” he replies.
With that, you push at the back of his thighs until he lifts them for you, burying your cock inside him slowly as he cries out at the intrusion. It’s much thicker than your finger, of course, but paired with the way his hole is drooling with both arousal and lube as well as his plant physiology giving him a higher pain threshold, it’s far, far more pleasure than it is pain. You hook his legs around your waist, sliding in until you’re finally fully seated inside him, your hips flush to his.
He’s never looked so flustered, his eyes foggy like he’s high and his cheeks glowing red, his mouth hanging in a permanent O shape. You lean forward, mashing your lips with his because right now you could quite literally devour him.
Your hips pull back slightly before sliding back in–not too fast, and not achingly slow, either. Vash’s whines become muffled against your mouth, his hands flying to grasp onto your shoulders as your thrusts begin to fall into a rhythm. Your cock drags in and out of Vash’s clenching pussy, steady, scared he’ll fall apart in your hands if you’re too rough with him even though you know better.
“More,” he whines, somehow still so polite, yet there’s a newfound boldness in his tone as the way your cock stretches him out becomes utterly addictive. It grazes his sweet spot with every rock of your hips, dragging against his walls deliciously, and soon it’s not enough for him.
“Want more, baby?” you ask, grinning devilishly.
“Please, go harder,” he whimpers, fingers pressing into your shoulders as he braces for it.
And so you go harder, near-slamming your hips into his, somehow managing to elicit sounds from Vash that are even more obscene than before, sounds you didn’t think he was capable of making. Just when you thought he couldn’t get more beautiful, here he is, spread open and vulnerable for you, his name on your tongue, trusting you with his pleasure in your hands.
Tears start to well in Vash’s eyes and your heart swells. You’re familiar with the overwhelmingness of it all, even despite the conflicting need for more, for faster, for harder. Your hand reaches up, a thumb swiping underneath his eyes to catch the tears that have spilled.
“You’re doing so fucking good, sweet boy, taking it so well for me,” you coo, smiling softly at him in hopes that he’ll find some beacon of assurance within you. “Gonna cum for me again?”
He nods his head, letting a sweet whimpered sound fall from his lips. “I wanna cum.”
You bend forward once more, moulding your mouths together while your hand slips between your sweat-slicked bodies and down to Vash’s clit. He lurches in your grasp the moment your thumb starts to rub tight circles against it, his hips bucking, but it only pushes him harder onto your cock.
“Cum for me,” you say, breathless.
Vash is throbbing all over–around your cock, deep in his stomach, and his mind, too. Inside of him, pleasure boils and bubbles more and more with every thrust you give, until finally it spills over the edges.
Vash chokes out a broken sob as his second orgasm spills through him, spreading like a wildfire to his fingertips and toes until he’s trembling and his chest is heaving as he swallows down air.
“That’s it, baby,” you say, still circling his clit as he starts to come back down. You’ve stopped moving your hips, stilling inside him while he came, and now your hands rub up and down his thighs where they’re hooked around your waist. “Doing okay?”
He nods, eyes full of fog–the look on his face is adorable.
“How was that?” you ask, slowly slipping out of him, giggling at the way he whines when you do.
“Really really good,” he tells you, giving you a gooey smile.
You toss yourself onto the couch right next to him as you’re met with the sudden urge to pull him into your arms. His head falls back to your chest, nuzzling into your t-shirt, shamelessly inhaling your scent.
“You did so good, and I’m not just saying that,” you tell him, clenching your legs together when you replay his expressions in your head. “The Humanoid Typhoon takes dick like a champ.”
He buries his face further into your tits, making a noise of humiliation. You’re patting his hair so gently though, so he doesn’t feel as embarrassed as he should.
“I wanna do it again,” he admits, then his head jolts up suddenly. “But I wanna be on top this time.”
“We can do it again,” you tell him, stroking his cheek. “But you’ll be on your hands and knees so I can take you from behind.”
#vash smut#vash the stampede smut#vash x reader#vash the stampede x reader#trigun smut#trigun stampede smut#꒰ lovers. ꒱ — vash
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hi! love your blog. I was wondering if you have any fic recs? I’m especially looking for royjamiekeely but I’m flexible :) thank you!!
Hi! I have read a lot of the R/J/K tag, and gosh, there is seriously so much incredible stuff in there. It sort of depends on what kind of vibe you're going for, but here are a few* to get you started.
Note: many of these are rated M or E, so please check the actual warnings and ratings and summaries before reading :)
Start with author inlovewithnight and literally just read everything they've ever written, it is all completely brilliant and there is something for all tastes. My personal favorites are the blood in my mouth, I wish it was mine and they threw me a whirlwind and I spat back the sea, but do be aware those are definitely darker/heavier fics and heed the tags!!! (the first has quite bit of noncon [not between RJK] and the second involves physical abuse initiated by James Sr.). For a lighter option I recommend Follow the Hearts and You Can't Go Wrong which is a lovely future R/J/K fic about the end of Jamie's career
from there move along to @valonia47 (Ao3) and @belmottetower (Ao3) and Mixtape Star (Ao3) and also read everything they've written :) I wanted to single out favorites for you but how could I when it's all so very good?
our bodies touch and the angels cry by lennynards: R/J/K that starts out with Roy & Jamie having to stay within 10 feet of each other at all times after both accidentally drinking a weird tea Jane brewed up for Beard. Yes it sounds like a completely ridiculous premise but it is one of my favorite RJK fics ever, 12/10
In Colour series by lyricl: this one feels so very true to canon and it just gets them all so right, I don't know how else to describe it. It's not a complete series though and nobody has actually gotten together as of yet, fyi. They're all far too busy having a lot of complex (& horny) feelings about each other from afar.
This might be a long shot that's not quite what you're looking for but, For Now series by Wild Wren. It's actually mostly a Roy/Keeley series, and I started reading it on a whim because I literally ran out of new things to read in the R/J/K and Jamie tags at one point, lol. Then it ended up being some of my favorite fanfic of all time. It's Roy/Keeley but like, in a not normative and also very kinky way that does a great deep dive into their respective ~issues~. Also Wild Wren had them break up even before the show had them break up, and in a much better and far more detailed way, just saying!! Part 4 is pre-ot3 in the messiest possible way. What a brilliant series, I cannot recommend it enough.
Outgrow the shoes of expectations by @destinationtoast : Brilliant on the ot3 side of it and even better on the character study of each individual within the ot3. Sooo so good. I think about it all the time.
another box with a question mark by irishmizzy: going to be completely honest when I say I don't fully remember this one, but I do know it was very funny and excellent and it is also rated T which makes it different from a lot of the others on my list, so i wanted to include!! It is in my bookmarks and I'm going to be rereading it asap now :)
something that's so close by @ohlafraise : s3 outtake that is very funny and perfect and lovely and also happens to be rated T :) also check out one night upon the shore by the same author. It's Jamie/Keeley, but don't worry Roy's there in spirit. You'll see. That one is very much not T though, lol
by any other name by renecdote: Jamie accidentally wears a Kent jersey instead of his own jersey on the pitch and the internet thinks they're dating (spoiler: they are dating). Who cares if it's not realistic because it's so hilarious and wonderful, amen.
Oh Lord, You've Never Been so in Love by asexual-fandom-queen. I literally just read this one, it's hot off the presses and it is so sexy and tender and also just gets these three so very right. the perfect anecdote to the end of s3.
Anddd of course I have to self promo a little and recommend you Waterfalls (between seasons 1&2 canon divergence), The Full Picture (s3: Jamie attempting to parent-trap RoyKeeley while avoiding his feelings for both of them) and my new one Confetti (ot3 fluff where they celebrate Phoebe's favorite holidays)
*I said I'd give a few and then proceeded to be really long about it, but like, what else is new? For that reason I've tried to stick to strictly R/J/K fics, but if you'd like Roy/Jamie or gen fic/Jamie fic recs also let me know because I could totally make a whole separate post about those, lol.
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For the Night
AN: Everything was good until it wasn't
Synopsis: You and Jack have been friends with benefits for a little over a year. When you suddenly become pregnant, you both have a huge decision to make.
Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader
Requested by: my baddie @mortirolo 😘💕
Features: my boo @nattinatalia 😘💕
Slight NSFW 18+
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You had just finished your last class of the day and was thankful to be able to collapse on your king sized bed in your new condo that your parents had recently gifted you. You had been on overdrive for the past few weeks and was longing for some type of break. That was when your phone went off signaling that you had a text.
A text from one of your favorite people in your life currently.
The two of you had crossed paths during the Creme De La Creme tour in your hometown of Atlanta and that was all she wrote. That led to texts, facetime calls, and eventually a friend with benefits type of situation.
You knew when you heard his ringtone, it could be multiple things.
Sex, meeting up at a secluded spot, or simply talking because he missed your company.
You could admit that ever since you began your friends with benefits situation with Jack, you really didn’t give any attention to anyone else. It’s not the fact that you eventually expected a relationship with him because you didn’t. You were simply focusing on yourself and there was no time for you to get distracted. You were currently getting your second degree at Clark Atlanta University in the hopes of eventually owning your own business.
Smush- I miss you, you busy?
You- It depends
Smush- Stink, stop playing
You- What you want white boy?
Smush- You know what I want so cut the shit
You- If you ask nicely, I just MIGHT say yes
Smush- I haven’t been in that pussy for about a month, you know you want this dick
You- I have a vibrator
Smush- Oh, so your vibrator is on the same level as me? Shit, say less and I’m about to return this Birkin I got for you
You- I’m playing smush!! I just got back home so come through whenever. Sooo, what color is my Birkin?
Smush- attitude left your ass real quick huh? 🙄
You- Just hurry up
Smush- You was just trying to dodge me and now you’re rushing me? Can’t have it both ways princess
You- I can do what I want and there isn’t a damn thing you’re going to do about it
Smush- Keep that same energy. Face down, ass up and it’s clear you need that attitude fucked out of you
You- Come and get me then
—-
“Uh huh, talked all that shit and now look. Can’t even take it.” Jack said while letting out a small laugh as he continued to pound into you.
Clothes were immediately thrown onto the floor as soon as he laid his eyes on you, not missing a beat.
“Fuck you.” You managed to squeak out between moaning Jack’s name.
“That attitude is still there, I see. Stop fucking running from me.”
“Nobody is running from you.” You said in between breaths.
“I literally just almost had to stop you from falling off the bed. You sure about that princess?”
You went quiet and was now halfway off of the bed again which earned another laugh from Jack.
“Get your ass back here and I asked you a question.”
“You get on my nerves.”
“Hmm, as good as I make you feel, I get on your nerves?” Jack leaned down to whisper in your ear before kissing the shell of it.
You were weak as hell for this man and didn’t really care if he knew.
“Hmm princess?”
“Yes!”
Jack had sped up his pace going in and out of you when he finally came and immediately flipped you over so that you were now laying on your back and began to eat you out again.
“Oh shit.” Your hands immediately went into his curly hair and you could just imagine the smirk that was on his face.
“You better spread your legs and give me some damn room down here. I know you want this, so act like it.”
—
The both of you were now lying in a comfortable silence with you resting your head on his chest and for some reason, you could feel that something was off about him.
“Smush?”
“Hmm?” Jack had his eyes closed and wasn’t looking at you as he responded.
“Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because I can tell when something is on your mind and right now the vibe I’m getting isn’t a good one.”
Jack sighed before opening his eyes to look down at you.
“I’m just overwhelmed. I know that this is what I asked for but it seems like I haven’t really been able to catch a break.”
“And I told you about that too.” You said while looking up at him with a disapproved look on your face.
“I know, but…”
“You seriously need to slow down sometimes.”
“Aww, is my stink worried about me?”
“If you don’t shut the hell up, I’ll take that right back.”
“Nah, I really do appreciate you though, but I’ll be fine, promise.” Jack said, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.
“I’ll always be here for you. You know that.”
“I know. Same goes for you.”
“How long do I have you for?” You curiously asked hoping for it to be longer than it was last time.
“Hmm, as long as my stink wants me here.”
“If that’s the case, your fans aren’t about to see you until 2025.”
“Not if you want me to buy you another Birkin. Those shits are fucking expensive.”
“Oh, well in that case, you can leave now.”
“Damn, it’s like that?!”
“I want a black one next.”
“You have a birthday coming up so I’ll see what I can do.”
You then reached up to place a kiss on Jack’s cheek, but he immediately turned his head so your lips could meet.
Jack immediately deepened it and flipped the both of you over so that you were now under him and slowly slid into you.
“You can give me one more round, can’t you princess?”
—
You hadn’t been feeling well for the past few days and despite your protests, your best friend Jessica was trying to convince you to take a pregnancy test and you just weren’t giving in. There was no way in the world that you could be pregnant.
“Jess! I am not taking one!”
“Why not?!? You told me that you and Mr. Sneaky Link were doing some nasty ass shit a little while ago so you should take one!”
“But he wore a condom! It’s probably just a stomach bug or something.”
“Oh yeah it is something. A WHOLE BABY!”
“JESSICAAAAA NO IT’S NOT!”
“Then take the damn test! Prove me wrong!”
You looked at the bag that she had shoved towards you and opened it to see that there were a total of six tests in the bag.
“What do I need all of these for?!”
“To make sure it’s accurate! Come on, go pee on the sticks.” Jess said as she was pushing you towards your bathroom and all you could do was roll your eyes.
“Fine, stop pushing!”
“I’ll be waiting out here!”
Once you had taken all six of them, you went back out into your bedroom to see that Jess had now helped herself to your snack drawer and was surrounded by snickers, reese’s, popcorn, and soda.
“I figured we could use some snacks to take your mind off of everything.”
You had suddenly gotten quiet.
“Jess… what if I actually am pregnant?”
“Then you have to tell him obviously and pause. How come you never even told me his name? What does he do for a living? You and my niece or nephew can’t be out here struggling.”
You had now become more interested in the bracelet that Jack had given you that was on your left wrist.
“Y/N…..?”
“I can’t tell you or at least I’m not supposed to tell you.”
“Bitch, I am literally your best friend so what the fuck is that about?”
“I had to sign an NDA.”
“Oh shit. Bitch, this is really serious.”
“Look, if I tell you who it is, it cannot leave this room because I literally cannot have him mad at me especially when I might be carrying his baby.”
“You are carrying his baby. No doubt about it. Is he like a CEO? Got a wife and kids already? NBA player? NFL? Baseball? Hockey? Soccer? Oh shit, it’s Drake isn’t it?”
“No.”
“Would you come out with it already?!”
Just then the timer on your phone went off signaling that it was time for you to see if you were pregnant or not.
You immediately dodged Jessica’s questions and made a beeline for the bathroom with her hot on your trail.
And there it was on the bathroom counter.
Six different tests.
All positive.
“Bitch, don’t think you can just dodge me. Oh.” Jess said as she looked down at the counter to see that they were all in fact positive.
“Jess, my sneaky link is Jack Harlow.”
“BITCHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
—-
"Pick up, pick up, pick up." You were muttering to yourself as you called him on facetime for the fourth time today.
You didn't know if it was the butterflies in your stomach or the morning sickness that was making you want to throw up at this very moment.
You knew he would be back in the next few weeks, but you definitely couldn't wait that long to tell him.
You were about to burst and you had no idea how he was about to take this. If he were to take it like you did, then you knew that this wasn't going to end well.
The two of you weren't even in a relationship.
Would you even consider the two of you friends?
To a certain extent, yes.
Friends that would fuck each other’s brains out every time they saw one another.
But do friends get their friends pregnant?
This was definitely not on your 2022 bingo card.
"Y/N, what is going on? You miss me that much already? I just saw you two weeks ago." Jack answered in a joking manner.
Finally
But he wouldn’t be in a joking manner for long.
"I have to tell you something and this can't wait until I see you in person."
His facial expression then softened once he saw how much of a panic that you were in.
"Stink, you got me nervous. Whatever it is, we can fix it, you always worry too much."
And that’s when you blurted it out.
"Jack, I'm pregnant and I've taken 6 tests and I went to the doctor earlier today to confirm it."
That was when you saw all of the color drain from his face.
“Uh, stink, lemme call you back.”
Without another word, he hung up and you immediately started to cry.
“I knew it, I fucking knew it.”
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Suddenly I see
AN: Thank you nonnie for this request - I hope you enjoy this. I can’t seem to write anything short at the moment!
heyyy, this is my first request, i love your work!! i was wondering if you could do a blind reader or blind OC and bucky barnes. Bucky has been attempting to help her around even if she doesn’t always need it. he keeps trying and it’s dosent really go his way and he keeps just doing the wrong things but they get there and eventually they fall for each other and it ends with them trying to navigate the only thing they haven’t yet, a sex scene. sooo angsty fluff with a smut ending. thanks you much love 💕
This also fills square K2 on my BBB card - Flowers - @buckybarnesbingo
Beta’d by @lunarbuck
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board and banner by me,
Masterlist | BBB Masterlist
Summary: Bucky just wants to help you, but it would be better if he asked you first.
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Blind SHIELD analyst Reader
Word count: 5.1k
CW: Human disaster Bucky, mild angst, fluff, Nat being Nat, miscommunication, pining, disabled Bucky Barnes, sex with banter (oral - m receiving, unprotected PinV sex)
The first time you met him, you did have to forgive him.
Most people didn’t know how to react when they met you, not expecting someone in your…position, to be doing the job that you were. For the most part you’d given up being mad about it - people either realised very quickly that your disability didn’t affect your job at all, or they felt the sharp end of your tongue and scuttled off with their tail between their legs, so to speak.
You were busy concentrating when Nat brought him into the room where you were working, but not so engrossed in your work that you didn’t register the arrival of new people. Your fingers were flying over the keyboard, typing out your code, and you knew that Nat would wait for you to finish before introducing you to whoever she’d brought into your sanctum. You pressed ‘enter’ and turned your chair towards her and your new guest, lifting your chin and tilting your head to the side as if regarding them - an action left over from when it made a difference.
“Hey, Nat! Good to see you. What brings you to my neck of the basement? And who’s the fresh meat?”
You grinned at the same time that she chuckled.
“Do I need an excuse to come and spend time with my favourite Oracle?”
You rolled your eyes at the nickname.
“I’ve told you before - I don’t know the future. I’m an ordinary human, just like you.”
She snorted at that, and you heard her pull over one of the other chairs before she dropped down into it, settling behind your right shoulder as you resumed typing.
“Nothing ordinary about you. And speaking of which, I’d like to introduce you to Bucky.”
Oh! That’s who it was.You’d heard of Bucky, Captain Rogers best friend, released from decades of Hydra brain-washing, but this was the first time you’d been introduced. You spun your chair back towards where he’d been standing when he entered and held out your hand.
“Nice to meet you, Bucky.”
There was a heartbeat of silence, and you heard the tiniest exhale off to your left.
Shit!
“I’m over here, doll.”
You turned your chair more, grateful when Nat moved out of your way, and stood up, taking a step closer to where Bucky had spoken from.
“Well, you move as quietly as they say. Normally it’s only Nat who gets the drop on me. If you hadn’t guessed by now, I’m blind. And don’t you dare say you’re sorry.” You heard Nat’s muffled giggle, confirming your suspicion that Bucky’s mouth was flapping up and down with the apology he was about to make lodged in his throat.
You held out your hand again and gave him your name. “But Nat, here, calls me Oracle, because of my knack of interpreting intel and predicting likely scenarios.” His hand, warm but calloused, took hold of yours and gave it a gentle shake.
“Ummm, nice to meet you, Oracle.”
You could feel the awkward tension in the air, and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
“Let me get this out of the way, and then we can move on, okay? I was born sighted, but was diagnosed with a condition called Retinitis Pigmentosa as a child, which meant that I slowly lost my vision over time. I became completely blind about 18 months back, but I remember seeing. I know what colours look like, animals, etc. I learnt to touch type as a teen, and although my keyboard does have Braille on the keys I don’t really use them. I manage just fine. FRIDAY reads back my code to me, so I can spot errors, I have my cane and I have Jimbo.”
“Jimbo?”
Aha! So the famed former assassin hadn’t noticed everything.
You gave a quick whistle and felt Bucky start as your faithful companion uncurled himself from under your desk where he’d been sleeping and came to stand at parade rest by your right leg.
You crouched down and gave him a pet, and in return he booped his nose against yours.
“This is Jimbo. The best seeing-eye dog ever. Aren’t you, boy? Yes you are!”
You stood back up and made your way back to your chair, Jimbo returning to his sleeping spot now that he realised his services weren’t currently required.
“So that’s me. I’m damn good at my job, and I promise that you’ll never have to worry about any mission information that you get from me. And if you can’t trust me, trust Nat. I’ve never steered her wrong.”
“Ummm. Good to know. I… ummm… if Nat trusts you, then I do too. And it was good to meet you… and Jimbo… but I… uh… gotta go. So… see you later, Nat? And again, nice to meet you, Oracle.”
His footsteps retreated from in front of you and you heard the sound of the door opening and closing before Nat burst into a fit of giggles. You turned your chair towards her, crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow at her.
“Really Nat? You didn’t let him know in advance?”
“Hey, it’s not my story to tell, it’s yours. And besides, I wanted to see what you made of each other. Suffice to say, I wasn’t disappointed.”
“It’s a good thing I love you, Nat, otherwise I’d have to sic Jimbo on you.”
Nat moved towards you, and must have crouched down from the way her hand brushed your knee. You knew what she wanted. You scootched your chair back to allow her to reach under your desk. A satisfied huff from Jimbo let you know that Nat had found the sweet spot behind his right ear.
“This sweetheart? I’m more scared of you than I am of him.”
“Damn straight!”
After your less than stellar introduction to Bucky, it seemed that from then on you kept bumping into him. Or rather he kept bumping into you. Literally.
You were making your way back to your office from the bathroom, cane in hand, although you knew the route like the back of your hand, when something caught on the end of it, sending it flying out of your hand. A heavy body then crashed into you, pinning you against the wall.
“Shit! What the fu… Oh. it’s you! Sorry. Sorry.”
Oh, god!
“Bucky… could you get off me please?”
“What? Oh! Yes, yes. Of course… umm.”
He pushed away from the wall, and you sucked in a deep breath. Boy, was the guy heavy. Part of your brain decided to tell you it was the right kind of heavy. You told it to shut up.
Bending down you reached out your hand to find your cane, only to find Bucky’s hand - he was obviously trying to help. His fingers closed over yours, and you turned your head upwards in reflex.
“Bucky, you are not my cane. Do you have it there?”
“Yes… umm.. Yes, of course. Let me, just…”
Without any warning you found yourself jerked back to your feet. The sudden movement unbalanced you and your free arm flailed, searching for purchase. Which it found by curling into the fabric of Bucky’s top, bringing you flush up against his chest, pressed to him for the second time in that many minutes. That part of your brain started clamouring for attention again. It was telling you that this was actually quite nice, and that Bucky smelled wonderful. Then, to add insult to injury the rest of your body started to join in, a gentle throbbing starting from between your legs.
Jesus, you needed to get laid, or at least find time to schedule some ‘self-care’, if you were reacting like this to a frankly frustrating man you’d only ever met twice.
You pulled your captive hand free and let go of his shirt, smoothing down your own top to cover your discombobulated state.
“Well, thank you, but I was capable of standing back up myself. I just need you to pass me my cane.”
“Oh, right. Hang on.” You felt the movement of air on your face as he quickly ducked away, and then he was back by your side, pressing your cane into your hand.
“Can I… umm… walk you back to where you were going?”
“Well, I do know where I’m going - I’ve worked here longer than you but, sure, you can tag along. Just going back to my office.”
“Sounds good!”
You couldn’t help but giggle. He sounded like an eager puppy. Maybe he wasn’t so bad… no scratch that…
You were just about to set off walking again, when Bucky threaded your left arm through the crook of his right. You couldn’t help it, you rolled your eyes. It was obvious he meant well, but by the same token, wasn’t used to being around someone with a disability like yours. You lurched forwards as he set off walking, effectively dragging you along with him.
“Bucky! Stop! Wait!” He came to a halt and you bounced off his, very muscular, arm.
“What? Are you okay? Did I hurt you when I bumped into you?”
“No, it’s not that, it’s just that it’s actually harder for me to walk with you pulling me along like this. I need to walk at my speed, and use my senses. I’m a grown woman and perfectly capable of navigating the couple of hundred yards between the bathroom and my office. I do it every day.”
“‘M sorry. I just…” You held up your hand.
“... wanted to help? I get that, I do. But if I need help I will ask for it. Assuming I need help is ableism, pure and simple. I may be blind, but I’m not helpless. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. I’m already behind schedule.”
As you strode off down the hall, your cane moving from side to side in front of you, you did feel a bit bad for chewing him out. He did mean well, after all, but you’d had your fill of ‘helpful’ people - people who saw a problem that they had to solve for you, instead of trusting you to sort it yourself.
Lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear the dejected sigh from behind you.
It would have been alright if that had been the end of it, but it wasn’t. Bucky seemed intent on helping you every chance he could. Unfortunately it just kept going wrong.
Like at a mission briefing when you were making your way to the table. You pulled out your chair and went to sit down, but suddenly it wasn’t there and you were landing on the floor with a shout.
What the fuck?
“Shit, I’m sorry, doll. I just pulled your chair out a bit further to make it easier and…”
You gritted your teeth, trying to ignore the smell of his cologne and what it did to your equilibrium as he helped you back up.
“It’s fine, Bucky. But I was okay.
Like the time he accompanied Nat to see you in your office. He’d said hi, but nothing else, leaving Nat to check some mission intel over with you. But then you heard the tell-tale sound of hands patting thighs, and Jimbo brushed past your legs, followed by the sounds of canine mastication.
“Umm, Bucky… Are you feeding my dog?”
All was silent apart from the sounds of Jimbo snacking.
“Errr…”
You pinched the brow of your nose and tried to ignore the tremors of suppressed amusement from Nat next to you. You strode forward and somehow managed to swipe the offending bag out of Bucky’s hand.
“I thought he might like a little treat for being so good…”
“And that’s very sweet, but he’s not allowed treats when he’s working. And even if he was it’s good manners to ask. He could be on a specialised diet or something. If he gets an upset stomach, not only do I have to deal with being without him while he recovers, I somehow have to clean up doggy diarrhoea, which I can tell you isn’t fun when sighted, let alone blind.”
“Doll, I’m…”
“Yes, Bucky. I know. You’re sorry… You always are.”
You turned your back on him and went back to your chair, tucking the doggy treats into your desk draw and going back to your conversation with Nat. You tried to pretend you didn’t notice when Bucky slunk out. Nat, sensibly, didn’t say anything.
One thing about working for SHIELD was that for those that wanted, you could have accommodation to live in on site. You’d jumped at the chance - anything to do away with an annoying commute. You just had to walk from the main building to the apartment block.
Jimbo sat down at your side as you let go of the handle of his harness, and pulled your key from your purse. You opened the door and signalled for Jimbo to go in, then closed it behind you and hung up your purse, keys, cane and coat, before removing your faithful companions' reflective harness.
“Good boy. You did so well today.”
You walked down your hall and into your open plan living room and then halted as an unexpected smell assaulted your nose.
Flowers?
How and why were there flowers in your apartment?
“FRIDAY!” You called out the AI, a little louder than necessary.
“Yes, Oracle?”
Damn Nat. And damn Tony.
You let out another sigh. You seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
“Are their flowers in my apartment?”
“Yes, miss. Roses and carnations. A large bouquet on the dining table. The roses are blush pink and the carnations are red.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“And did Sergeant Barnes put them in here?”
“He did, miss.”
You stalked back towards the door, grabbing your cane, coat and keys.
“And does Sergeant Barnes live in this complex?”
“He does. Would you like to know his address?”
You thrust your arms into your coat and pocketed your keys.
“If it’s not too much trouble, FRIDAY. I need to give him a piece of my mind.”
“Sergeant Barnes’ apartment is 2C.”
Okay, so one floor up and third apartment along. Not quite overhead of you.
As you opened the door you felt a nudge to your leg. Jimbo.
“Good boy, but stay. I’m sure I can make my way upstairs.”
You gave him a pat and then walked out of your door.
You hadn’t been on the other floors of the apartment block more than a handful of times. Nat always came to you if you organised to hang out, and you worked mostly on your own, not having really made friends with many of your co-workers. However, you found your way to the elevator and rode it up to the next floor.
You knew that apartment C should be the second on the left hand side of the corridor, so you walked along that side, and used your cane to identify the first, and then the second door frame. Squaring your shoulder and mentally preparing yourself, because you didn’t really like confrontation, you raised your hand to knock and brought it down… on nothing.
No. Not nothing. A person. Bucky. You were confused.
“Why is your door open, and why are you standing in it?”
“Heard you coming, doll.”
“Oh…”
You could swear you almost heard the smile in his voice. Shit! Your hand was still on his very warm, very broad chest.
“You wanna come in?”
“What? Oh, yes. Thanks.”
You snatched your hand back to yourself as he stepped back and you walked through the door, using your cane to work out where he was.
“Can I take your coat, and cane? This apartment is set out the same as yours, more or less, and I can help you to the couch?”
“Umm, sure.”
God! He was being so nice and considerate, which was going to make this more difficult. You could feel your frustrations evaporating by the second, and damn it, you wanted to stay mad.
You passed him your cane and shrugged out of your coat, then waited patiently for him to escort you. He moved to your left side, and this time he waited for you to start walking, gently steering you around his furniture until your hand made contact with the back of his couch, allowing you to find your own way onto it. As you settled onto it, feeling the soft leather under your fingers, you felt the other side dip. Bucky was sitting next to you, on your right, but not too close.
“So, what can I help you with, doll. Can’t say I expected you to turn up at my door.”
“Bucky, you broke into my apartment and left flowers in it.”
“Well, I realised I’ve been a bit of an ass, and wanted to apologise. And you never let me actually say the words.”
You sank back into the couch and mulled on what to say.
“You gotta realise that since I got this diagnosis when I was five, before I even understood what it meant, I’ve had people saying sorry to me all the time, and then trying to help me. Over and over and over. Running roughshod over my autonomy because I happen to have a disability. My brain works fine. I manage just fine. It’s just so frustrating and it’s hard for those without disabilities to understand.”
The silence between you stretched for a few moments, before Bucky started to speak.
“I…” You cut him off.
“Don’t you dare say it!”
Then you heard something you hadn’t before. A chuckle. Bucky’s chuckle.
Deep. Velvety. Downright sinful.
“Wasn’t gonna, doll. But I did want to show you something, so to speak.” He took hold of your right hand with his own. “Can I?”
You nodded, wondering what he meant, but it all became clear as he raised your hand and placed it on his left shoulder. You could feel the soft cotton of his t-shirt, but where it should have been stretched over his upper arm and bicep it in fact hung loose.
There was no arm there.
Your mouth dropped open and you whipped your head up towards him.
“How did I not know?”
Your words were a strangled whisper, and full of shame.
“Dunno, doll. It’s in my file. Although I do have a prosthetic. A very fancy one at that. It gives me more than normal abilities, but I will admit, like any other amputee, when I get home, I like to take it off.”
“Nat never mentioned it.”
“Like she never mentioned you being blind to me?”
“Oh…”
You didn’t know what to say. You knew what it was like to be bombarded with questions about something so personal.
“Well, if you ever wanna talk about it, you know where I am.”
“I do, doll. One floor down and to the left.”
Your hand was still on his shoulder, and you felt a little awkward.
“I… well… I was wondering, could I feel what you look like? I mean, if you don’t mind?”
He picked your left hand up from your lap and lifted it up towards his face.
“I was waiting for you to ask. Go ahead.”
You placed both your hands on top of his head, feeling his hair. It felt long; tied back.
“What colour is your hair?”
“I’d say brown, but Nat says it’s chestnut.”
You hummed as you trailed your fingers down, finding his brow and sweeping your fingers over his eyebrows and round his eye sockets and cheekbones.
“And your eyes? What colour are they?”
“Sorta blue-ish grey, I suppose.”
There was hair on his cheeks and jaw, long enough to feel soft against your sensitive finger tips.
You realised you were finding it hard to breathe. There was a tension in the air between you, a tension that you knew had been there from almost the beginning, but that you’d tried so hard to ignore.
Your fingers moved towards, and then traced across his lips. They felt plump, albeit slightly chapped and you found yourself wondering how they’d feel against your own. With your left hand still on his mouth, your right trailed over his chin, feeling a small divot. You smiled as you imagined using it in order to grip him, hold his face still.
You were just about to pull your hands away, when Bucky reached up again, and held your left against his lips, so he could press small kisses to your fingertips. Your breath caught in your throat.
“I’m gonna say it, doll. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was such an ass, and that I didn’t listen to you. I was stupid because I was trying to impress you. I wanted to show you how good I’d be for you, because almost from the first moment we met I was totally enamoured. You’re so smart, and confident, and I just felt useless. And then every time I tried to help I made it worse. Nat had to give me a talking to because I was just making a fool of myself.”
You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks at his words.
“Bucky, I…” but it was his turn to cut you off.
“So, I’m saying sorry, and I hope you can give this one-armed super-soldier a chance to show he isn’t an ableist ass, because I’d really like to get to know you better.”
Your heart was beating so hard you thought it was going to burst out of your chest, and you could no longer resist what your body and mind was telling you to do. You took hold of his chin, just the way you’d imagined a few moments ago, grabbing his attention.
“You’ve frustrated me from nearly the moment we met - I hope you realise that. Gotten under my skin in a way I couldn’t describe. I didn’t know why. Well at least, not at first. Every time I wanted to chew you out, I also wanted to kiss you. For trying so hard and so earnestly, but still getting it so very, very wrong.”
“You could kiss me now?”
Your lips twitched. “Smooth, Barnes. Smooth.”
“I like to think so…”
“Shut up.” You broke out into a full smile as you pulled him towards you by his cute chin until your lips met his.
It was everything you’d imagined in your private moments. The warmth, the restrained passion. Everything.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, strands coming loose from his ponytail. His arm was wrapped around your waist… and when and how had you ended up on his lap? You didn’t care, you just wanted him to keep kissing you. When he finally pulled his lips from yours you ducked your head down to his neck, wanting to keep any kind of connection. It was like a dam had burst and you had no way of stopping the flood.
“Doll, you gotta stop. Please. ‘Cause I’m dying here.” He was panting. You could taste the sweat on his throat, feel his pounding in his chest, feel the firmness at his groin.
“You really want me to, Bucky? Or do you want me to help you dig your grave?”
“Oh, fuck, doll!”
In one swift movement his arm shifted to cradle your ass and he stood up. Your legs clenched around his waist and your arms went around his neck.
“I got you. I got you, doll. Just moving somewhere more comfortable, if that’s alright with you?”
“Sure is. I need space so I can ‘take a look’ at the rest of you.”
It was only a short walk to the bedroom, and he placed you, oh so reverently, on the bed. You pulled your top over your head and shimmied out of your work pants.
“I have no idea if this underwear matches - I was in a rush this morning.”
There was a rusting sound and the mattress dipped. Bucky took hold of one of your left hand and pulled it down so you could touch his, now bare, chest.
“You look like a million bucks, doll. Now, I gotta warn you. I got some pretty ugly scarring going on here.”
You brought your right hand up, and lightly stroked over the left side of his chest. You felt the edge of the scarring that started just above the nipple, raised and hard, which led up to cool metal which covered all over the shoulder area.
“Is this what your prosthetic attaches to?”
“Yeah. Unfortunately, when it was first done, the people doing it weren’t concerned with the aesthetic of it.”
“Good thing I’m blind then. I don’t care.”
Bucky let out a bark of laughter.
“You’re incredible, doll.”
“And so are you. Now lie still, so I can take a good look.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Your hands roved over the rest of his body, feeling where his chest hair grew in patches around the scarring. When your palms brushed over his nipples he gasped and you felt him shift beside you. Impishly, you did it again, grinning when he let out a warning growl.
You took the hint, however, and continued your explorations, discovering the solid plains of his abdomen and feeling the strength within his core. No wonder he’d been able to lift you so easily, even with the help of his super-soldier serum.
When you finally ‘saw’ his cock, your hands gently learning the size and shape of it, every vein, every sensitive part, you heard his laboured breathing as he tried to control himself under the sweet torture of your touch.
“You’re so pretty, Bucky. I wonder how you taste?”
You bent over, and licked a stripe up the length of him, revelling in the sound of his indrawn breath. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, but muscle memory was your friend. You traced the contours of his cock with the tip of your tongue, tasting the sweat, the musk, the essence of him, before taking him into your mouth.
“Oh, God! Doll! I wasn’t lying. You’re killing me!”
You pulled off him with a pop.
“Don’t resist it, Bucky. Give yourself over to ‘le petit mort’.”
You returned to ministering to his cock, sucking strongly on the tip of it, while stroking the shaft with your hand. You teased his slit with the tip of your tongue, then swirled around the head. His whole body was trembling with tension and you could feel how wet you were, how aroused you were by the power you held over him.
“Doll, I’m gonna cum! Fuck!”
You wished you could see Bucky’s face as he came, but instead settled for reaching up to twine your fingers with his. When his hips twitched under you, you hollowed your cheeks, and took him as deep as possible, moaning low in your throat as he spilt down it.
You continued to suck and stroke him through his orgasm, until he shifted under you, sitting up and dragging you up his body. You straddled his lap again, pleasantly surprised to realise he was still hard, pressing up against your heated core. He kissed you, licking into your mouth, either not caring about or enjoying the taste of himself on you. His hand pulled at the fastener of your bra, but this was obviously something he couldn’t do one handed, so you reached behind you, quickly releasing the offending garment and discarding it.
“I need you, doll. I need to be inside you.”
“Please! I need you too!”
You didn’t want to pull away from him, even to remove your panties, so you pulled the flimsy fabric to the side, before taking hold of him and guiding him to your entrance.
Bucky let out a gasp and fell back onto the mattress as he started to slide into your heat. Your hands went to his chest, looking for stability and leverage as you moved yourself up and down, drawing him into you, inch by glorious inch.
It felt so fucking good! The stretch, the slight burn. And you were also certain that it wouldn’t matter how long it had been since you’d last had sex, this, with Bucky, would still be mind blowing. His hand was on your waist, helping to keep you stable as you moved. You were so fixated on how he felt inside you, that it took you a few moments to realise that he was talking to you.
“You’re fucking glorious, you know that? I swear, tomorrow we’re gonna do this when I have two arms and I’m gonna take you apart. ‘M gonna fucking feast on you.”
You laughed and tossed your head as you continued to ride him. “Is that… fuck!... a promise?”
“Sure is! Gonna help you remember what stars look like.”
“Get that hand on me and you can help me now!”
“Yeah? You close, doll? I fucking hope so, ‘cause I swear ‘m gonna cum again, any second.”
Bucky moved his hand from your waist, sliding it between you and searching for your clit. You gasped, the bundle of nerves so sensitive, so engorged you knew it wouldn’t take much to make you…
You let out a loud whine, your body clenching down on his cock and your fingernails curling into the flesh of pecs as the pleasure washed over your body.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Fuck! So beautiful when you cum. Gonna fill you up… you’re gonna have me leaking outta you for days…”
His words were cut off, becoming a shout as he came. And, fuck, he hadn’t been joking. You could feel him pulsing inside you, feel the warmth of his cum filling you, and then leaking out of you, coating your thighs. It felt as though your orgasm just kept going as you rode out the aftershocks, jolts of pleasure continuing to shoot through you, just as you thought there couldn’t possibly be any more.
Eventually they stopped and you slumped forward onto Bucky’s sweaty body. His arm came around your waist and rolled the pair of you to lie sideways on the bed. Your eyelids drooped; you were so tired. You desperately wanted to sleep but…
“Jimbo!”
You tried to sit up, but Bucky urged you back down.
“It’s okay. You sleep, okay, doll?” I’ll pop down, take him outside then make sure he has his food, yeah? Then I’ll be back, ready to sleep next to you, all night long. That sound alright?
You smiled softly, high on dopamine and sleepy as hell.
“Sounds perfect, Bucky. Thank you for helping.”
“No problem at all, doll. No problem at all.
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Captain Catch Up
Aether:It’s been a while since we got together like this. What’s the occasion?
Keqing:It’s important to touch base every so often. I’m sure a few of us have things worth mentioning? For example, How’s Lyney?
Amber:I passed his training awhile ago. He’s pretty tenacious, although he still has a few things to iron out. Him and Dehya seem to get along pretty well though.
Kokomi:I’ve actually appreciated her progress a lot when it comes to supporting Miko. Nahida has given her high marks as well.
Klee:She’s very nice to me! I don’t get hurt as much.
Aether:Well Chongyun, it sounds like you’ve trained another talent.
Hu Tao:Oh brother, don’t praise him too much. He will go from blue to red in no time. Also, what’s one or two good eggs under his wing.
Chongyun:One or two? There’s three at this table! You’re one of them!
Ayaka:You do good work.
Ganyu:Thank you for your efforts. How’s Freminet coming along?
Chongyun:He’s really hardworking. Truthfully,there’s not too much to really show him aside from team building.
Yanfei:Let’s address the elephant in the room shall we? Do we think anyone should be promoted to Captain? We’ve gained so many new friends and they’ve all got talent. I’m sure a certain someone in here would like to stop being the newest member.
Wanderer: Don’t really care either way. I’m sitting here right now because it’s mandatory.
Aether:I thought you’d be happier. This is technically your first meeting. You’ve escaped it for a decent time.
Wanderer: I don’t see the point in this. It’s not like we aren’t constantly crossing paths one way or another. My work speaks for itself. As well as my thoughts on who I see as…useful.
Yoimiya:Aw, is that your way of saying Faruzan is great? You gave her a crown! You two might as well be a dynamic duo. A trio if we include Diona.
Wanderer:No comment.
Amber:Lyney isn’t ready yet, but I’ll keep an eye out.
Yoimiya:He needs a few more laps around the block for sure.
Ganyu:It kinda sounds like you two are just gatekeeping pyro archery…
Keqing:I nominate Nilou.
Everyone:Ooooo
Keqing:It only makes sense. I constantly have to coordinate with her on who got to call on which dendro user during events or abyss. Not to mention the blatant fact she has pushed beyond simply performing her niche.
Ayaka:She is constantly going back in forth with my brother. And now that Furina and Yelan are here…
Yanfei:She’s always on a roll. It really wasn’t a lie whenever she said “Every hydro and dendro has a home and forwards her ideas.”
Kokomi:I nominate her as well.
Aether:Well if there’s no objections?
Everyone raises their hands and claps three times.
Keqing:Good. I’ll tell her the news. Now speaking of Furina…
Aether:I can’t let her have the satisfaction of progressing this fast.
Hu Tao:Ha! You’re so petty.
Yoimiya:I haven’t spent the most time with her but I’ve seen Noelle recently and noticed the healers in our group really giving it their all. I think she’s earned the ego boost.
Yanfei:She’s kinda crazy Aether. I was putting up numbers.
Klee:Same!!! It’s been sooo long! I’d always call for her if she wasn’t so busy.
Ganyu:She is certainly popular. Honestly it might be better for her to stay on calm instead of being a Captain. It’s why Nahida is where she is; happily on call.
Aether:I can’t argue with that.
Chongyun:It’s not like you aren’t going to give her crown. Why act calm now?
Aether:It’s complicated. Also I think it would be criminal not to mention both Charlotte and Lynette have found comfortable footing.
Wanderer:Boasting about your own teaching?
Aether:No one’s humble all the time. Anyways, I’m sure Furina will come is wondering herself about her progress. It pretty apparent how much she’s shaken things up. I’ll talk to her.
Keqing:If nobody else has anything to mention, we can call it? I don’t want to keep you all too long.
Chongyun:Who’s Navia training under?
Hu Tao:More importantly, what if she’s good enough for Captain? Poor little Noelle might feel some type of way.
Amber:Noelle has two crowns. Although you do have a point? Maybe have Navia shadow under her for the time being? She’ll learn the ropes and it’s a new leadership role for Noelle. I bet those two will get along.
Ayaka:Isn’t that a little risky to put two people so alike together in that situation.
Amber:I trained Lyney
Chongyun:I trained you.
Hu Tao:One of you was clearly a little agitated and the other try turning in their resignation and thought they were being replaced.
Chongyun and Amber: That’s neither here nor there.
#genshin impact#gi aether#gi amber#gi klee#keqing#sangonomiya kokomi#kamisato ayaka#chongyun#hu tao#ganyu#gi wanderer#naganohara yoimiya#yanfei
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A LITTLE BACKSTORY ON MY LAW JOURNEY. (may be a part two?)🫧
Sooo since I’m new I never told you guys any updates, what I’m manifesting, ect. So here’s some things I already manifest and things I am going to manifest. (SPOILER ALERT: My desires are already mine since I’m in control duhh😂) Also what I personally like to use/methods ect,ect,ect. Here’s a deep back story to almost everything :) But here you guys go!💓
THINGS I HAVE MANIFESTED:
thicker hair, overall nose size to be smaller/smaller nostrils, sharp defined L-V shape jawline, high, cheekbones, clearer skin, thicker lashes, thicker, fuller, darker brows, pink lips, pointy lip corners, overall less face fat, less neck lines, sharp defined collarbones/ 90 degree shoulders, skinny toned arms/forearms, longer, stronger, nails ,flat stomach, height increase (about 2 inches), longer legs, and torso, long skinny fingers, good midterm marks.
Now, this is by using subliminals which I use to use 2021- through mid 2023. Now don’t get me wrong, if subliminals is the method you want to use GO AHEAD. They do work!! I still use them sometimes to this day, but since I gotten deeper into the law, I know that that is not the only way to make changes in your life. I just recently since maybe a few months ago actually realized I can change my entire life. I used subliminals as the mindset of “this will give me results, and I have to listen to my playlist every day” I found that when I worried less about the things I was least insecure about, only listened once since I knew I already had it I got results in 3 days. Overall, subs do work and they are amazing it’s just the fact that I get busy, and have to think, “oh I need to listen to my subliminal tonight, or I need to loop this for so on and so on,” and because of that I got into the victim state. I gave up manifesting completely, since I never actually knew about the law. In about November, is when I started to actually learn more and more about Neville Goddard, took a while to reset my self concept. Then learned everything is me pushed out, so (because I’m a student athlete and have sports late, got stressed, overwhelmed, and spiraled, if I didn’t visualize, or loop my playlist) I decided to stop listening completely. I don’t have any hate against them, and I now just sometimes listen in my free time) I learned about other methods, since getting my sc to be better felt like a relief. I don’t have to stress if a method isn’t for me or force myself to do ANYTHING. I learned about the void, robotic affirming, SATS, lullaby, states, ect ect etc. I got to say I’m less of a visual person, but I do really love affirming since I feel like it gets me in the state of wish fulfilled. I also get to persist if a negative thought comes in mind. Visualizing is fun to, but you have to close your eyes and it isn’t my cup of tea.😭 So now lullaby, robotic affirming, void, and sometimes subliminals is what I use! States is also cool, but I don’t like to force myself to feel anything or feel, hear, or smell, or use with your 5 senses your desire..(sorry not sorry.)
VOID.
WHEWWW where do I begin😂 When I found out about the void, I felt like it was just amazing. I mean all I have to do is enter, say my desires and I instantly get them?? Like wow. I did some research and I loved it but I was a little scared.. I mean not attached to any reality? Coming from the victim mindset, and subliminal community and being new to tumblr in general I had a little fear. But then I read all the succes stories and reminded myself that it’s not outside of me. So I tried it, first time used a guided subliminal, saw a white light flash and immediately got scared. I popped my eyes right open😭 So next few attempts I read and read.. a little bit over consumed and saw sleep paralysis?? Which I definitely was likee NOO. So next few attempts which was about 3 fails until I had actually successfully entered. I just said you know what I don’t care I’m getting in tonight with the intention. I layed on my side ( most comfortable you don’t have to lay on your back) and I affirmed for the void. Immediately got tingles, spinning ect.. I didn’t staurate my mind ethier I just decided. Less then 5 minutes I got in.. it was pitch black with stars but it wasn’t scary at all. It was utter relaxation, so calming I forgot to manifest! I was aware, but forgot my purpose for the void. Yall it felt like I was in the for 2 minutes but in human time I was in there for like 2 hours😂 I left, and then realized I entered. So now, my current goal is to enter and be aware. ( I know there is other methods but I like this one and feel like it for me.)
CURRENTLY: I been saturating my mind to enter again and manifest! I know I’m so powerful without it because I manifested so much just with my thoughts, and repetition! If your interested on my journey then I’m glad your here to support my new tumblr :) I knew about the void for about 2 months btw, so there will be updates!!💘
CURRENT DESIRES: (everything from my list!) which I will share once manifested! (Already done LOA speaking) 💝💝💝💝💝💝
love you alll it has been rough but I also like to have a list of everything I manifest in the last 4 years of being apart of this community. Before LOA, I was a victim. I believed “life just happens to you” and it wasn’t good. I believed horoscopes, and angel numbers, control your life believe it or not (I’m Christian‼️) I originally found out about LOA, & subliminals one day by scrolling on YouTube and I saw a subliminal video and clicked. I got more into it and found out about the law!! I’m so glad I’m apart of getting everything I want since I’m obsessed with it now😫🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷
#the void state#loassumption#law of assumption#manifesation#manifesting#neville goddard#loa tumblr#subliminal results#state akin to sleep
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Handful of a Situation_Part 1
A.N: This is a four-parter with the same artistReader as in the series Once upon a Time which can be found on my Genshin Impact MasterList.
I feel like you probably need to read the rest of the series to fully enjoy this one. But there might be explanation you may not get if you haven’t read the rest of the series. So....I’ll just leave it at that.
P.S: I’m so happy to write a hangout with the Sumeru Fam!
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Your eyes shifted between your fiancé Alhaitham and the General Mahamatra Cyno. It had been a silent stare down for the last couple of minutes at the city gates, with neither blinking.
You gave a sigh, before absently looking around. The people milled about coming and going about their business in and out of Sumeru City.
Something, you felt, you should have been doing: Leaving Sumeru City.
You were ready to leave for Gandharva Ville, where you would spend a week with Tighnari and Collei. Cyno was escorting you as he had some business there but would stay overnight before leaving. Then the plan was he would be back on the morning of your departure to escort you back to Sumeru City.
You turned back to the boys, “Sooo, are we leaving anytime soon, or should I go back home for the day?”
Alhaitham folded his arms and gave a silent sigh, “I suppose she'll be alright with the likes of you.”
“Do not worry, Alhaitham. I will take this job as seriously as I would being General Mahamatra. Your wife to be will arrive safely there and back, you have my word.”
Alhaitham gave a nod before his eyes passed over towards you. Your gaze dropped from his once. It wasn’t long before the two of you were to be married but hearing someone else refer to you as such, made you warm inside.
“Besides….” added Cyno, “If anything would to happen, not only would you have my head, both Tighnari and Collei would as well. I operate better if I can retain said head.”
The current Acting Grand Sage gave a single nod with a roll of his eyes, “Indeed. And you can add Kaveh, to that list as well, unfortunately.”
You giggled. Kaveh had fairly lectured you on staying safe the other day, claiming he could not leave this solely “in this lug’s hands.”
Alhaitham had just stared at him before replying, “Need I remind you who she is marrying? Note it's not you.”
“And that's precisely why I'm worried.”
Needless to say, that spawned a whole argument.
Cyno nodded gravely, “Duly noted.”
With an amused twinkle in your eyes you spoke, “Wow, Cyno be careful, or you might find yourself in a ‘headful’ of a situation.”
Alhaitham deadpan looked at you as you grinned. Cyno’s mouth quirked, the barest hint of Cyno the Adventurer making an appearance.
You elbowed both of them, “You get it. Headful. Handful. Cause he'll have many people after his head….Alhaitham, wait!!”
You laughed and grabbed for Alhaitham, who had wordlessly turned to walk off, allowing Cyno to laugh silently at the joke.
You tried to look serious, “Alright, I'm sorry!!”
Alhaitham stared down at you, noting that the longer you tried to look serious the worse you looked, “No, you're not.”
You nodded contritely, eyes shining regardless, “You're right, I'm not but sorry.”
In the interim, Cyno had managed to don his perfectly serious mask before Alhaitham looked back at him, “Are you sure you'll be okay with no adult supervision?”
“What? You offering?” you asked.
“I would, but as Acting Grand Sage, I'm needed here at the moment.”
“Yeah, I know. Have fun without me. Now can we go?” Moment was gone and you were ready to go.
Alhaitham just lifted a hand towards the two of you, which you took as permission. Cyno turned and began walking off with nary a backwards glance. You leaned up at Alhaitham and pursed your lips. Alhaitham sighed. You were in public, but he would allow this. So he quickly dropped a kiss before you smiled and ran off to catch up with Cyno.
When you were both out of Alhaitham eyesight, Cyno let out a chuckle, “That gave me a great idea….”
You grinned, “Do tell!!”
Part 2
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hiii!! I was wondering if you had any head cannons about adam and belle when they get in a serious fight ?? may seem silly lol
i’m not gonna lie i’m so bad at thinking about actual conflict dialogue between them. i fully know that they do argue, because they’re both so stubborn, and they’re a married couple and that’s just part of it, but usually when i imagine their arguments, it’s like a silent film sjdksj. but here are some thoughts i have about it!!
the main thing that they argue about is, ironically, lack of communication skills. adam has quite literally never shared his deep feelings with anyone, even himself in many ways, so suddenly having a partner who is a million times more emotionally stable is quite a change! and it’s difficult at first, and at least for a little while. especially since belle is sooo inquisitive, and so enamored with him, she always wants to dig deeper into his mind! but that kind of insistence just shuts him off. and, in the early days, that’s gonna result in him getting angry/defensive and biting back at bit
but belle is, of course, persistent with him. so they have their argument about stubbornness and just not quite being in sync about emotions, and then they have their time to cool off, and then they come together later and there’s quiet but sincere apologies. on both ends! adam is always working on his temper, he understands that she’s just trying to help, he just can’t articulate himself yet. and belle very much needs to learn patience. he’s starting at level zero in vulnerability, it’s gonna take some practice!! she just gets frustrated when she can’t immediately solve a puzzle. but adam is her favorite puzzle, so she’ll keep at it!! <3
over the years though, adam Does get better about sharing his feelings with her. i think i have a silly line in one of my fics set further down the road and it’s something like “after twelve years of marriage, adam was almost certain that belle did want to hear about his problems.” afjskdj. like yeah my guy that’s your wife of twelve years. you traumatized goober. anyway my point is the vulnerability and communication DOES improve! but it absolutely takes time and he’ll still never be as free with his feelings/thoughts as belle is. he’ll always be the black cat of the relationship, lmao. so those bickering matches won’t ever truly cease, but they get less intense.
another thing they very occasionally argue about is work. this is rare because they, in general, do different things. belle, as queen, focuses a lot more on human relations, social structures, the people themselves. i’ve always said that working on improving the education system is her number one priority. so she’s always in that line of committees, community action, local infrastructure. that kind of stuff. adam, as king, does more of the overarching government type of crap. bigger political decisions, taxes, business with allied kingdoms. gosh, he hates it lmao. but he just hates working in general so that’s not gonna change. my point HERE is that, while their lines of work don’t regularly cross, every now and then they do have to collaborate, and i think they butt heads when this happens because they work very differently. (adam is more organized and detail-oriented, whereas belle is. more loosey goosey and doesn’t always get things done on time. and belle says “oh you mean on Adam Time🙄” and he’s like “no i mean ON TIME!!”) but in general their work is kind of separate, which is nice! they have different things to talk about at the end of the day <3
(i can’t help but note though that when there are actual huge big political decisions to make, adam absolutely includes belle. like he intentionally made sure that they were coronated together, and that they’re equals on the throne. and politically speaking they generally agree about those kinds of big decisions, or at least they come to a good agreement after debating each other for a bit. but anyway just had to add that.)
another thing they definitely argue about is founded in adam’s worries about belle. i go into more detail about this here, but when belle is pregnant, adam gets overprotective, to the point of being very annoying to belle. so they have lots of very little arguments about him needing to CALM DOWN and her needing to BE CAREFUL and it just goes back and forth. they also obviously bicker while raising their children, but again it’s nothing more than normal. i think the hardest arguments are when they have their first child, and adam is just so uncertain about how to care for her, and belle sometimes offers too much help, to the point where adam gets insecure and thinks that She Thinks that he’s doing everything wrong. so he gets all defensive again and blah. but they work it out. that’s in the same period of time as him not being able to communicate his feelings well so it’s just all a lot.
the first couple years of their marriage are just insane because not only are they learning how to be a partnership, but they’re also learning how to be king and queen, and not before too long, they’re learning how to be parents. and they’re a great team! but they are different and have such different life experiences that it, of course, will inevitably lead to heads butting and unintentional words. but they’re always just as easily able to apologize and forgive and carry on. it’s difficult to navigate but they love each other so endlessly that it’s never truly hard. even when adam feels at his worst, or when belle feels so out of her depths, they know that they CAN always rely on the other. so while things may be intense in the moment, there’s always love there, and things always get figured out together 💖
#they very regularly bicker about dumb stuff like belle being more messy or adam being so rigid#also they of course love having intellectual debates. LOVE doing that. those usually lead to very hot make out sessions#but you asked specifically about Serious Fights so i tried to keep it to the big topics 😬#i’ve drafted intense arguments between them before but i literally never want to read and finish them because i hate seeing them argue!!!!!#i become their kid like stop fighting please!!!!!!!😣#but i know that they do so hopefully that gives a good idea !!! thank you !!!!#i’m assuming it’s been the same anon for these last 3 questions so thank you my dude !!! if it’s more than one that’s also epic 😌💖#batb 2017#adelle#batb headcanons#anonymous#answered
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Two P’s in a Pod
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In which Jack Harlows Photographer and his Publicist had a nasty breakup and now Jack has to pick up the pieces and put the two back to the way they used to be.
Jack sits on the couch of the hotel he’s staying in as Y/N, his publicist finished up with a few interview bookings for him. How she keeps his schedule so busy but not to the point where the man is tired and overworked is beyond anyone on his team. She also helps Neelam keep these boys in check but that’s for another time.
As Y/N shuts down her laptop, Urban, his best friend, photographer and Y/N’s now ex boyfriend walks into the room and sits on the opposing side of Jack. Jack, Neelam and Druski can feel the immediate tension as it wafts into the room following his entrance. The two ignore each other, as per usual since their breakup. Urban pulls his camera from his bag to show Jack some pictures he took. ‘Hey Jack, I want you to tell me what you think of these photos I took last week.’ Out of habit, y/n averts her eyes to the camera before rolling them and internally scoffing-or so she thought. ‘Is there a problem y/n?’ Urban asks her and before she has time to make an excuse, the words have already left her mouth. ‘They look the same as they always do Urban, maybe you should get more creative, try something new for once.’ She mentally scolds herself, knowing an argument is about to ensue. Urban sets his camera down before completely focusing his attention on the woman he’s still in love with sitting on the other side of his best friend. ‘We’ll I’m sorry that I’m documenting my best friends dream and making sure I have memories of my time traveling around the world. Maybe you should lighten up and find a job that’s more exciting y/n.’ She uses the last bit of strength she has to control her urge to reach over Jack and choke this man out. ‘Do you know why you get to document and travel all across the world Urban, hmm?’ There’s a small pause between her sentences before she continues. ‘It’s because of the job that I do. I am the reason that so many of your photos exist, so I suggest that you keep them big lips of yours shut when it comes to my position on this team.’ Trying to come herself down by taking deep breaths, that is until those beautiful, plump, and kissable stupid lips of his start moving again. ‘Jack could find someone better to fill the role.’ Slamming her laptop closed, y/n gets up and heads to the mini fridge for a bottle of water. ‘I’m not doing this with you today Urban. I swear to go- I’m not.’ Jack has now decided to jump in before the argument escalated. ‘The two of you need to stop. This is why I said no one on this team dates. It can create bad blood.’ Y/N has now made her way to start gathering her belongings. ‘Well Jackman, last I checked. Urban and I started dating in 2015, which was quite a time before your career took off and you hired us on this team knowing the chance that we could break up and this would happen. Sooo, looks like the joke might be on you this time bud.’ She says as she heads for the door. ‘Also, it’s not my fault that your best friends a complete dick.’ She finishes before heading two doors down the hall to her own hotel room.
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I’m gonna talk about my uhh au I guess no one cares about again. The pat/Paul/Tyler/Narrator thing.
Patrick
•Dating Paul
•Tries to put on a show of relating to the narrator since they are both office workers but inside he’s going on a whole monologue about how he’s better than him, has to do less work than him, and etc.
•Wants to shove forks into Tylers eyes because Tyler is even ‘worse’ than Paul when it comes to being perfect without even trying. Also yes he’s already dating another man but he doesn’t like being reminded he’s gay. And looking at Tyler.. gay feelings come up.
He also hates that Tyler can read him like a book so easily.
Narrator
•Dating Tyler of course.
•Friends with Paul because they honestly got the same kinda humor. Met on a business trip and actually do relate about both being office workers. Paul knows he’s in a better position but isn’t gonna be thinking about it really. He might poke fun about it but 🤷♀️ Somehow the narrator is completely oblivious to the fact for some reason Paul and Angelface look extremely alike.
They wouldn’t do anything sus together unless Tyler told narrator to.
•Is only kinda creeped out by Patrick. He’s used to weird office workers who are above him so he’s not really that uncomfortable though. He just plays along with the way Patrick talks to him.
He’ll make fun of him with Tyler later in private.
Tyler
•Wants to beat up Patrick so bad and honestly would probably tell him that he might enjoy it. He can tell Patrick is keeping a lot of things pent up and would love to see him take it out in a fight WITHOUT WEAPONS.
He’ll tell Patrick to shut the fuck up when he’s bragging about how nice his apartment is and will give him the whole ‘You’re not the things you own’ speech.
He wants to break him down sooo much.
Wouldn’t do anything sus with him tho unless Jack is okay with it.
•Kinda meh about Paul. He’s the one who pointed out he looks like Angelface to narrator. (which pissed Jack off bc NO his bff doesn’t look like ‘that slut’)
Paul
•Really enjoys just hanging out with the other three :3 he doesn’t have any weird shit going thru his head like Tyler & Patrick do. He’s just sitting there looking pretty while talking to Jack about whatever comes to mind. He might offer to take Tyler & Jack to some nice places for vacation (Patrick would be there too)
Honestly he’s probably the one who plans all of their little hang outs. The narrator only plans them himself like 5% of the time.
•Thinks Tyler is hot and has told Jack but just in a “wow. You’re a lucky guy” way. Like I’ve said a couple times, no one is getting frisky 😯😯😯 with each other unless the other is okay with it.
Kinda thinks deep down tho Tyler is kinda up his own ass. He won’t say anything about that though unless the narrator comes to him upset about something Tyler did.
•He doesn’t really care if Patrick wants to eventually start fighting people. He’s not gonna join in himself for a couple reasons. He might watch though. (And he thinks Patrick does look pretty hot roughed up a bit)
•Narrator is his gal pal. Is it bad to say when I think of them I think of two wifes cooking while their ‘husbands’ are watching sports 💀💀💀 help.
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HI IT’S ME AGAIN
Anyway!! to continue from my comment:
i have a huge weakness for descriptive writing and you nail (pun possibly intended, you’re welcome) it every single time with your delightful use of figurative language. something in particular that i found really interesting was the diction of injury in association with tokyo tower - it’s undoubtedly a sight nobara’s dreamt of seeing her whole life, but higuruma’s perception of the very same view is, by comparison, jarringly bleak.
okay wait i’m sorry for rambling about one (1) minute detail about what was probably meant to be a character study 💀 i love love LOVED the contrast between nobara’s hellbent insistence on self agency and yuuta’s hesitation to disobey getou’s will!! both of them want to be loved, which is of course normal for children (especially ones as criminally neglected as they are), but where yuuta embraces being saved, nobara is looking for something slightly… different. she’s never been a damsel in distress and never will be; instead she seeks “to be loved so much” that she’s “something to fight for.” absolutely banger line btw, it hit me right in the feels. IRONICALLY THOUGH higuruma has already done that!!! and intends to continue to do so!!! bc every interaction is a fight of some sort to win her approval! hell, their very first one was higuruma deciding that going against geto was worth it if it meant nobara lives to see another day, sooo……
“That’s none of your business” being the comeback Nobara defaults to is very intriguing considering… well… what the sheriff from her village said in response to Higuruma’s probing- “That’s our business.” seems like the village rubbed off on her a bit, huh. not to mention it feeds into her unyielding independence too: “it’s none of your business” -> “i can handle this on my own” -> proving both to herself and an invisible entity that she’s worth loving, goddammit
ok omg one last thing. dyou think the reason behind nobara’s decisiveness is the lack of stability (for the lack of a better term) in her life?? making her own decisions was the only way she could ever gain a modicum of control over her surroundings and that’s why she confuses support (which she never had to begin with, and would therefore be unable to recognise) for people trying to wrest her agency from her, which she would of course resist
I do apologise if literally none of this is correct because I don’t. actually know a lot abt Nobara and Higuruma’s characters or paid attention to them in canon until you worked your magic as usual LOL
Thanks for reading & have a good day!!
HI OH MY GOD I LOVE YOUR ANALYSES?? no need to apologize, they're right on the nose! with regards to yuuta and nobara, i really wanted to highlight the stark contrast between how they view getou and higuruma, respectively. to others in random chats, i've described it like this: nobara doesn't want to listen to anything her father figure says, while yuuta has a hard time doing anything but.
while yuuta and nobara were both shunned by others, they had completely different responses to it. nobara fought back against the villagers' judgmental words and isolated herself willingly, while yuuta is a people pleaser who just wants to be given love, no matter who it's from. and ahh you're right, higuruma is fighting for nobara -- she just can't see it, and he barely even realizes it himself. these two have such a long way to go
it's cool that you caught nobara's "that's none of your business" vs the sherrif's "that's our business" because it was totally intentional :D i think nobara's decisiveness does stem from a lack of stability, and a lack of overall control of her circumstances. since she's a child, she couldn't choose to just leave the village or take care of herself, so she clung to the little agency she did have and made snap decisions with little forethought, because too much rumination could lead to choices being made for her, which was not an option to her.
also you're making me ;__; i'm so honored reading my work has made you interested in these characters!! hyper-analyzing them made me more attached to them too lol
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Hello! I hope you're having a lovely day. I really enjoy all the gorgeous art you create especially for lotr. You have some wonderful visions of those characters and your art style is filled with so much warmth. -- Do you have any thoughts on dwarves as archaeologists, particularly in the fourth age? I’m picturing the return to Khazad-dûm triggering a wave of new found passion for archaeology as they uncover long forgotten heirlooms, artwork and signs of the lives of their people. 1/2
The first grand construction in Khazad-dûm is a museum and there are debates about whether some ruins should be preserved as they are or restored. Eventually their interests expand beyond dwarven archaeology and expeditions begin starting in Eregion and then expanding into Arnor, Eriador and beyond. 2/2
Hi!!!!!!! Hello!!!!! thank you so so much for your kind words and your wonderful thoughts!!! ill be honest — the first thought i had about archaeology in middle-earth involved underwater archaeology. the sunken cultures of beleriand and numenor are just begging for that! sadly this does not go well with the general opinion most dwarves seem to have on water, though im sure a few very dedicated fourth age dwarven archaeologists would not let themselves be stopped by that!
eregion is so great for archaeology too im sure — in general there are so many ruins in all of middle earth, i can imagine there is atleast one dwarf whos passion is recreating all those grand buildings into mini models for a private collection or even an exhibition… legolas says the elves of eregion left not many traces but the stones sing of them still, and who better to examine those stones and listen to their stories than a dwarf !!!!
and i loooove the idea of dwarven museums. they already have so much appreciation and admiration for the past and their ancestors (which they are so often out of touch with due to the almost constant displacement they seem to keep experiencing), it would make so much sense for them to get to establish a museum in peaceful days ❤️ a bit of inspiration perhaps taken by the hobbits who do have museums but generally regard them as useless if i remember correctly (😭)… and speaking of hobbits and your idea of the dwarves expending their archaeology into different regions, i could see them excavating the village smeagol came from — they seemed to have had a very waterbased lifestyle
and i could picture them maybe living in stilt houses/pile dwellings (pictured here are reconstructions of stilt houses from the bronzeage, in the bodensee, germany) which they dwarves could unearth and then perhaps ALSO reconstruct as a fun project. sorry to the poor dwarves, its so waterbased again!!
also! helms deep and the glittering caves have a particularly rich history with the rohirrim! im not sure if gimli himself would be an archaeologist (he definitely has the passion for the past, but maybe he would be too busy 😔) but dwarves of aglarond could definitely work with the rohirrim to uncover more tracks of their ancestors. who knows what other caves lie in the mountains, where humans may have lived once!: ancient burial sites, part time dwellings, hiding places during conflicts, etc. though this would have to have been a long long time before , since the rohirrim have a long line of barrow-burials. but im sure theres lots to be found in the caves!!!
speaking of BARROWS ! those barrows in arnor maybe be haunted but listen. there are things to uncover and learn about the past. maybe they barrow-wights wont be as mad if they just dont commit grave-robbery and they can catalogue the findings and illustrate them… maybe…?🥺 it would certainly make great business for bree to have all these archaeologist dwarves come through trying to keep literal ghosts at bay long enough to properly sketch a funnelbeaker. ❤️ theres sooo many possibilities here !! thank you for sending these asks and i love u and feel free to dm me anytime ❤️❤️❤️ i hope you have a wonderful day as well!
#wow sorry just projecting all of the archaeological fields im most interested in into this post !!!! but!!! thank you again!!#adding archaeologist dwarves to my list of things i want to draw#this turned out a bit more incoherent that i wouldve liked it to!! very sorry!! but im sooo excited!!!!!!#dwarrows
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