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zhongrin · 1 year

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◇ characters ◇ kaeya

◇ tags ◇ gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader is sick and clingy (don't we all-), kaeya is so soggy and in love it's making my teeth hurt

◇ a/n ◇ happy holidays, all!! this is a fic for the genshin impact x reader secret santa 2022 event and is dedicated to @maaarshieee! hi there! we've never really interacted before but i found your blog because of the event and can i just say, your works are so sldkfjlskjdflsd. i wish this was longer but i am out of writing juice and i am hoping that you like the finished product :3

my javanese is super rusty so i might have butchered that title but yk what i am curious how many people can read it lmao no google translate to help you this time- ok fine i'll stop being mean- [en] translation of that title is 'good night, dear'.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

“kaeyaaaa....”

“darling, go back to bed.”

it’s hard to take kaeya seriously when he’s standing in your kitchen with an apron and a ladle in his hand as he nurses a pot of porridge bought from good hunter this morning.

you pout and wobble towards him, eyes droopy and face flushed from your fever. with his swift reflexes and subtle display of precise control he has over his vision, the cavalry captain freezes off the fire on the stove before catching your body in his embrace. he's going to struggle to light the fire again without diluc's help, but your safety matters most and he doesn't think you'd appreciate your house burning down even in your delirious state.

you then proceeded to nuzzle him affectionately; he’s cool and smells good and comfy - the perfect companion for your feverish self, “missed you.”

“am i so attractive you crave my presence after just ten minutes of being deprived of it, hmm?”

you can’t see it, but a bashful, fond smile spreads unto your boyfriend’s lips when you readily nod against his chest. your sick self might be ten times needier than the normal you and is quite a handful, but he personally adores the way you oh-so-naturally seek and cling to him. it tells him that you need him even when you’re not in a rational state - that you trust him to care for you when you’re most vulnerable.

he’s wanted. he’s needed. by you. the light of his life.

but while he’s so smitten by your endearing self, he, unfortunately, also has to play the bad cop to ensure that you recover well under his care.

“just five more minutes, sweetheart. go lie down and i’ll bring you some food, then you can take your medicine.”

“mmm… don’ wanna…”

“do you want me to revoke your cuddling privileges?”

you look up at him with such horror in your expression, and he urges himself to not break his serious facade. had you known the way you're able to easily tug on his heartstrings, he’s sure it would be the end of him. it takes every bit of his determination to not crumble upon the crestfallen look in your pretty eyes and the slight downturn of your lips.

“… i’m sorry,” you finally say after a few beats of silence, understanding that he's not going to change his mind.

“you don’t have to apologize, love. just go lie down, and i’ll be with you in a se-”

“your day off,” a sniffle leaves you, “our date. i ruined it.”

your guilt isn’t unfounded - the knights of favorius doesn’t exactly have holiday breaks or frequent day offs. after all, disturbances of any kind still happen. rain or sun, summer or winter, hilichurl attacks and nefarious crimes threatens mondstadt and its citizens at all times. and so as the official protectors of the nation, it's only normal for them to be on standby at all times. and yet, now that your knightly boyfriend had managed to take his hard-earned vacation…

the edges of his eyes soften and kaeya hums, raising his hands to cup your burning cheeks and wipe the tear that had just fallen off the side of your eyes. you sigh in contentment at the feeling, and this time he’s unable to hold himself back from pressing a long kiss to your forehead; the cold sensation a pleasant distraction from the burning temperature of your body.

“is that what you’re so worried about? we can always go on dates another time,” he quickly adds when he sees you about to protest his claims, “and i don’t mind taking care of you on my day off. think of it as a repayment for all those times you nurse my hangovers.”

“but…”

“[name], darling,” the teasing lilt in his voice is nowhere to be found when he tilts your chin so your gazes meet, “it’s really fine. as long as we’re together.”

you give him a weak smile and shift to stand on your tiptoes, bringing your lips together in a sweet ki-

“-oops, naughty, naughty,” kaeya laughs from behind his palm that had covered his lips, effectively blocking your attempt at a kiss. upon seeing how offended you look, he laughs harder, hand moving to pinch your puffed up cheeks, distorting your series of grumbled protests. “i’m sorry, sweetheart, but i don’t want to get sick. sharing germs aren’t exactly caring, you see?”

“bu’ i wan a kith-” your plead is muffled against his hands and a fond look crosses your boyfriend’s face.

he’s always been weak to any sort of requests you make, especially if said request involves your ardent desire to profess your affection to him. it took him quite a while to feel worthy of your love in your early stage of relationship, but he has learned to enjoy them immensely now - although that’s not to say that he appreciates them any less. you’re still as precious to him as the first day he fell in love - if not more -now that he’s had a taste of how it feels to belong to you.

“when you're fully recovered, i’ll give you as many kisses as you want.”

“…… promise?”

“promise.”

“okay…”

“good, now that that’s settled - would you like to be carried to bed, your majesty?” your suave knight is back with the question, pearly white teeth glinting as he gives you a dashing smile.

you don't bother answering him verbally, but he still readily held you up the moment you latch onto him like an adorable sloth. it’s a short walk to the bedroom from your kitchen, and you spend the short time of tranquility nuzzling onto the knight’s shoulder, eyes closing peacefully as the feeling of safety wraps you in a blanket.

kaeya lowers you onto your bed gently, helps you adjust your pillow, and tugs the blanket up to cover your body. only when you’re tucked in comfortably your boyfriend allows himself to lovingly pat your cheek and places a kiss on the crown of your head, murmuring something under his breath; a language unknown to most and lost to time.

“what’s that one mean?” you ask drowsily, not recognizing the phrase of this specific one. you can recognize khaenri’ahn for i love you and be safe simply because of kaeya’s routinely reminders, but this one sounded foreign in your ears.

“it means ‘get well soon’,” he says as his palm rests against your cheek, further cooling the warm skin.

“i will,” leaving him with the promise, you drift onto the land of dreams.

kaeya stays for a few minutes and tells himself that it’s only so he’s sure that you’re asleep - and most definitely not because he missed your presence just as much as you did. eyeing your soft, relaxed sleeping face, he holds back the urge to press a quick kiss to the corner of your lips and redirects his target to the side of your temple instead.

another phrase falls from his lips; another routine, although he’s positive you wouldn’t recognize the words either, because he’s always said it whenever you’re sound asleep. it’s a little different than the others, only because in the language, there are a few meanings to those words.

good night.

sleep well.

i’ll be there with you when you open your eyes.

#gixrsecretsanta2022 #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #rin writes #kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader

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peachie-bumblebee · 9 months

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Hey so this might be weird but would you be able to do some Vanessa nsfw Headcanons? If not, I would also like more glamrock chica content

hi love! so at this time i can’t seem to get much inspiration for Vanessa!! it’s not a weird request at all, and I’m currently doing a rewatch of the OG SB content with my partner, so I will put it right there for when I feel more confident in my writing abilities for that character. for now, enjoy some chica content <3

NSFW HEADCANONS WITH GLAMROCK CHICA- EXTENDED

NSFW MINORS DNI

she’s actually so baby girl

CW: GENERAL KINK DISCUSSION, LIGHT DISCUSSION OF IMPACT PLAY

i’m actually so obsessed with her you have no idea. no no idea.

as before mentioned, she’s a toy FREAK

she gets her toys either through discreet delivery (she has a deal with a worker where if they get it to her no questions asked, she’ll let them hide in her room for good chunks of their shift) or adult customers (aspiring groupies) have caught onto the fact that if they give her ones, she’ll take them

she eSPECIALLY loves when they give her something more custom to her design and aesthetic.

her type is anyone she can find cute. seriously. if she can make them blush once, she’s starting to think about the soonest she can get them into a closet

don’t get me wrong, she’s not the type to initiate first- she’s very careful about it. but if the vibe is there and they’re both receptive, then yeah. she wants them on her dick and sucking her clit!!

chica is a FREAK and i’m tired of y’all saying she isn’t. she’s also mostly a top..

i want you to look at her stretch her arms in that gif. really look at it.

she’s got a little heart design on her pussy front hshsshghjss

and her clit is pink

LOVES fingering. she loves fingering her partners, getting fingered, both at the same time-

she likes to have her partners touch themselves for her to watch across the room. literally put on a show for her!!

thinks its cute when they get shy but always shows them how not to be ;)

makes those sharp giggle-gasps during sex hhh

she LOVES quickies. she’ll show up backstage ready for a show and have been in you 5 minutes prior

i’m sorry but she and Roxy have fucked at least once. it’s just to blow off steam and it doesn’t affect their friendship much, but they’re definitely close

once got caught by a security worker sneaking 3 people in 😭😭😭

as mentioned in Animalistic- she’s very willing to help her friends out for anything having to do with their sex lives

if they need her maze, or a toy, or someone to watch and degrade? she’s down !!

she’s pretty passionate about the guitar so her fingers are literally programmed to help her be quick with them. she will use this to your advantage

CHICA ONE NIGHT IM ACTUALLY BEGGING

she LOVES it when someone gets on their knees to eat her out. loves that shit, she leans back and gets comfy

she’s so so cute during aftercare omg. she’s a cuddler.

she would 100% get her partner some cute lil collar or something with her logo that they could wear

her strap giving style is definitely a lot of hip movement and full, quick thrusts

she just gives good dick. she just does.

she’s so good at handjobs stfu. stfu she is. she’s the type to kinda giggle through the whole thing cuz she thinks her partners reactions are adorable

BAD BITCH WANNA FUCKKK 😩😩😩😩

i’m sorry i feel like i might be the only one but LORD she has me giggling and 🤭🤭🤭🤭

i can see her being into giving impact play, but not too hard at all. it’s more of things that lightly to mediumly sting and slap then anything too extreme in that area

if she’s bottoming she’s still a bit of a power bottom

i don’t see her getting all melty and submissive like that

AINT NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT THO ‼️‼️‼️

her pussy probably tastes like strawberries

i hoped you enjoyed! be sure to comment, reblog w tags and comments, and requests!! it really makes my day <3 love you all!

#peachiebumblebee #peachie bumblebee #fnaf security breach x reader #security breach ruin #security breach smut #glamrock chica #glamrock chica smut #glamrock chica x reader #glamrock chica x roxanne wolf #security breach #security breach x reader

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sparklecarehospital · 1 year

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is pollaryidoomi canon / be present in the book? And if so do you mind putting a CW/tw for irls or fictives who aren't comfy with it? :] /genq /nm

i understand being uncomfortable with the ship. and i haven't even said it's going to be canon but if a ship does become canon i couldn't reasonably put a content warning on every mention of it or its presence in the story

i tag every post mentioning it on the blog because i've been asked to do that! that's possible for me to do! but if it did become canon in-comic i couldn't put a content warning on it, that'd be like asking me to put a content warning for every instance of barruni content in the comic when it's like. a significant part of the plot. it'd be legitimately and literally impossible, you'd miss huge chunks of story if i put a TW on every barruni related page

again, this isn't my way of saying "yeah sorry it's gonna be canon everybody heres my confirmation" it's more me just telling you it's not really possible for me to do that with literally any canon ship in the comic itself <:( im really sorry /gen

if the idea of that ship's foundation having any presence AT ALL in canon makes you uncomfortable though im sorry to say that you cant avoid it and be able to consume the whole comic, whether it's canon in the end or not those 4 characters are all connected to each other through pollarry, barruni, and doomi (that's the entire basis behind the ship, even if it or pollarry or doomi doesnt become canon its founded on canonical lore of character affections)

i hope you can understand and im still sorry ;; /gen

#answers #pollarrydoomi #doomi #i even tag doomi mentions still #i can do that here but i just cant do it in comic

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purrypuppy · 2 years

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!! Remembered I can make a pinned post!!!

25, they/them, trans, butch

DNI: most men*, if you’re bio says something like “32 | Male | Location” then just DNI, pls?

DNI anyone who doesn’t actively support and protect trans women (honestly I’m going to be suspicious of most people who aren’t transfem and/or dont have content about loving and caring for transfem ppl) and uhhhh idk probably lots of other people.

Posts that are tagged ❗️MEN DNI❗️are from an OP with men listed in their DNI. It always indicates men should DNI; but lack of it does not equate to permission because I will miss some posts.

Feel free to state in your DNIs if your comfy with nonbinary people interacting or not :3

*men can interact but if a post says men DNI then DNI etc etc; asshole men DNI obv; men who lgbtqaetcetc are welcome-r than men who aren’t; if ur a man and ur genuinely, kindly, respectfully concerned about me being bothered by you interacting, then 99% chance ur okay to be here <3 if ur nice about it u can always ask and I’ll, idk, vibecheck u or something lol

I like to respect DNIs so if I fit your criteria, I am very content to be informed or blocked or whatever you like. I try to err on the side of caution but I dont always know how to interpret DNIs that I partially fit into. I try not to interact if it says "DNI if you aren't attracted to men" because Im not super into men but like... my sexuality doesn't exclude men, it's just fickle and whimsical lol. Same for blogs that say "DNI if you're not wlw" cos I am nonbinary and I'm not w but I'm lw and I don't feel misgendered if wlw think IM hot so like maybe I am functionally somewhat w or at least on the fringes of wlw (and I do ID as butch, but it's in a very nonbinary way) so like, idk. I don't know what exact gender or sexuality I am lol. I just work here. But I do try to calculate my position in relation to a DNI, and if I get the wrong answer, its okay to tell me. I will simply respond with "oh, my apologies. Thank you for communicating your boundaries, I will use this information to respect them better." Or u can block me, i don't mind at all and I likely will not notice.

💜TAGS💜 the tag for my content is pppyprrs which is supposed to be read as puppy purrs but idk lol I don’t know what I’m doing. Videos are pppyv. Photos are pppyp. Non thirsty talk is usually tagged pppyrambles :3 audio idk yet

You have my permission to send me: any kind of message ;3 anons should be on, also DMs are welcome. Asks only pls :3 no DMs for now :3 non-sexual messages only. "Hey I have a toy recommendation" is okay; "Hey I'd love to use this toy on you" is not.

Expert Top, desperate apprentice bottom, Switch? Idk. I'm just oupy. Previously stone butch, melted by my femme, but I’ll always have rocks in my heart and an extra soft spot for other stones. Furry (dog-cat-fox-bunny-deer-dragon-something), full of I Gotcha Sweetie Youre Safe With Me vibes, queer, sapphic (?), into women, into nonbinary genders, occasionally into men (or sometimes just really enamored with transmen's bodies bc i have a similar body and sometimes its less of a "you fit into my sexuality" and more of a "goddamn i would be content to see those features on myself" especially tdicks oh my god they're so 😳 ....anyways)

Uhhh I forgot if I had more to say about because I thought about dick :3 sorry so that is all I suppose :3

🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸

#pppyprrs

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taohs · 1 year

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Hi Aki!! it was me all along, your animanga secret santa hehehe. So answering the rest of our last conversation will be a lot more easier. As for the recommended shoujos, I highly suggest Kimi ni Todoke, Kaichou wa Maid-sama, Bokura ga Ita, and Lovely Complex! Those are all older shoujos but to me that's like the golden age of shoujos 2000s-2010s, now a days we don't get many new good ones but luckily next year is looking so good!! there's already gonna be 3 manga adaptions of shoujos in Janurary and Feburary (they are The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague, Yamada-kun to Lv999 no Koi wo Suru, and A Galaxy Next Door!) ((im definitely checking them all out)) and Ouran Highschool is such a classic I highly rec finishing that one!

omg ugh, if I had the money for fashion I would 10000% dabble in k-fashion!! I just love how fashionable their outfits are while at the time looking for fancy, clean, fresh! Cardigansssssss yes yes yes, if I also had more of those I'd be drenched in cardigans but I wear a lot of hoodies during the colder months! I agree with all of that about christmas, I just wish it would snow here ;0;;;;; I feel like it always snows towards the end of winter because right now its just super super cold D: my favorite season is definitely Fall, it's just that literal perfect time of the year. You know the warm in the mornings and colder at night, the crunchy leaves, the pumpkin pies, all of that pre-winter stuff I love hehe :>

ayo we couldn't be more in common, I used to be obsessed with BTS too and the first group I listened to in kpop was 2ne1 with their I am the Best song :D but I TOO am now just a girl group listener and tend to dabble in older girl groups and newer ones too :)) aoa I feel like I should dive into their songs more because I just know of their hit title tracks but I'm sure they have a lot of good bsides. Itzy, twice and mamamoo I am all familiar with, they are good in all their respects. I feel like I like twices bsides more though I rarely listen to them. I am a hugeeeeeeee fan of Girls' Generation, they are my number 1. I also love Red Velvet, Aespa, KARA, and New Jeans! Honestly to me most bg these days just sound all the same, there isn't much new in their pot and I just was never too fond of them like I was of ggs :3

This time of us getting to know each other more was so nice! When I got assigned you I think I like gasped in joy because I was shocked I got a mutual! I feel honored being able to make a gift for you, I think I say it a lot in the tags of reblogging your works but I really love your style of coloring! The way of coloring, the textures you add, there are little points you add to them too that you can just tell it was made by you, I love that so much ;3; Thank you for being a content creator and showing us your unique craft, I hope you have many more years of doing the things you love! I hope you love your gift >.< !!

your gift here

ALYSSA! hello hello!! ♡♡♡ before i gush about the gift again (AND YOU!!) let me answer the conversation first hehe. all of those shoujos you mentioned looks really good! i've seen a few gifsets of them before and i have no doubt that it's good as people says c: now that i have motivation to start i will definitely add those to my watchlist! i will come to bother you once i finish them sorry in advance. the artstyle for the new shoujos coming out all looks so pretty, i really look forward to them, especially if you're going to be making gifsets of it too! :>

omg yesss k-fashion beauty is so pretty but also so expensive (for good reasons haha). i also love hoodies during winter!! they are so comfy and warm and i always wear them at home :D omg yes fall is a wonderful season too, it's the perfect balance between warm and cold. although in my area, it gets super cold in the morning and then gets warmer at night, so it's the opposite from you!! i always dress warmly when i go to work and then end up suffocating from the heat later on in the day >_<

OMG NO WAY WE HAVE SO MUCH COMMON? i can’t believe we’re so similar especially regarding kpop 👀 snsd was the first kpop group that i fell in love with i believe, i got hooked with their songs gee and oh!! (both classics) i get so much nostalgia listening to them, they still sound sooo good after all these years :’) did you have an ultimate bias in kpop? also you’re so right about ggs, they just hit differently compared to many boy groups. i also feel like a lot of them has their distinct style of music that sets them apart from everyone else!

i've said this before but it really has been wonderful talking to you! especially since we haven't had chances to interact much before so this event has been extra special 🥺 you’re such a sweet and kind person and i really loved getting to know you more!! the gift is so so gorgeous and i’m still crying over it now. thank you so much for everything once again alyssa! ♡♡♡ ilysm!!!

#mokacheer #answered #my cutie mutuals ☀️#secret santa #last time i can use this tag ; ^ ; </3

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comfycalamity · 1 year

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I posted 898 times in 2022

That's 245 more posts than 2021!

33 posts created (4%)

865 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lochlot

^-^

okay you were actually on the list i was just embarrassed and had to delete the others

I tagged 780 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#fanart rb - 453 posts

#fave - 272 posts

#comfy queue - 203 posts

#doublefave - 114 posts

#bleoak rb - 36 posts

#liveblogging - 24 posts

#house rb - 16 posts

#reference - 15 posts

#toontown rb - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#but my first intro to dsmp rp blogs was in late september when yellogazellos posted edit of a benchtrio restaraunt arc and it went around

My Top Posts in 2022:

intro post

hiii ^-^ im comfy / alex

making a new pinned post to make a temporary about me and say im making my account more multifandom ! incorporating my other interests like house and toontown and stuff ^-^ ideally. anyway.

anyway umm hi im alex i use he/his/vil/vils, am gay and transmasc, autistic and borderline, and u can find more info on my carrd ^-^ sorry ill write a better about me post at a later time lmao. my carrd is more clear.

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history repeats itself

2 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

THE EVENT LASTS FOUR MORE FUCKING HOURS?

wtf

i hope i didnt read that right

4 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

MY FRIEND MADE THIS SO OUT OF THE BLUE im losing it

for reference im comfy calamity / cwilbur come home

4 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

what the pogtopia traitor arc actually meant

[all names and events mentioned are in regards to the fictional characters and events on the DSMP. warning for talk of paranoia, specifically in regard to cWilbur]

i know its been well over a year, and the "arc" was only ten days, but i think this incident in Pogtopia has gone largely, well, discarded for what i think its intent was

for a brief refresh, im referring to a period of time, starting 10 days prior to the Pogtopia vs Manberg war, where it was revealed by Dream that there was a traitor amongst Pogtopia. there was big contention leading up to the reveal on who would end up being the traitor

and yeah, of course audiences loved playing the game of "who's going to be the traitor??" and theorizing and making fan content, but i think it served a deeper narrative purpose than that.

i think this event was meant to forcibly put the audience in Wilbur's perspective

its hard to ignore that this took place at a time deep in Wilburs paranoia. he didnt trust Tubbo, he didnt trust Techno, he didnt trust practically anyone. noteably, because he feared their betrayal. feared that they were secretly working against him. that anyone claiming to be on his side was actually lying to him.

and it's difficult to make an audience "get" these thought processes and understand the characters perspective, especially when told in a third-person perspective. it largely relies on individual experience, making it uncertain how it will land. thats where the traitor arc comes in.

the traitor arc functions to forcibly put the audience in his shoes. to have those same fears and doubts of whos secretly working against them. the perspective is no longer coming from the monologues of a known spiraling character, it is outlined as a certain threat the audience has to keep in mind.

even if audiences didn't "get" Wilburs thought process prior, the pogtopia traitor arc forces them to feel it, and that is its purpose

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noctumbra · 3 years

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intentional

summary ─ “fuck him,” you muttered. “fuck him sideways.”

pairing ─ avenger!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, a/b/o dynamics, mutual pining, flirting, kissing, light choking (:d), rough sex, getting together, heat/rut sex, scenting, idiots in love

a/n ─ blame seb for that ig story picture. it made me do it. but seriously, can he choke me. anyway sfjdsjf hope you like it! leave a comment if you do! thankl youuuu <333 (italic is bucky, bold is reader) enjoy this 5.6k monstrosity.

You and Bucky had been flirting for some time, but it was more of a friendly flirting rather than something more. He would call you cute pet names and let you play with his hair on movie nights, and you would let him cuddle or hug you whenever he needed touch. You liked spending time and having a lot of fun with him.

Sometimes you scented each other, too.

His scent was reminding you all kinds of things that you considered safety and homey, so you never said ‘no’ when he wanted to scent you. He let you scent him back most of the time and you used it on his behalf; scenting him when he felt anxious, letting him bury his nose into your neck so that he’d calm down after a brutal mission or nightmare. It worked well for both of you.

Sometimes, though, you wished something more from him. There were times where you wanted him to kiss you, to pull you flush against his muscle-clad, big and warm body and to touch you like that. You wanted to know how his arousal smelled like up-close, but you were valuing your friendship a bit too much to make a move; you were afraid that you’d lose him, and you couldn’t take the risk.

So, you kept it to yourself.

Times went by while both of you went on with your cute flirting and occasional hair-playing and cuddle/hug and scenting game. You knew you should have stopped scenting him back, you didn’t want to get in between him and his potential mate, since he’d been seeing other women sometimes. You overheard him and Sam talking about Tinder and getting dates from there. You also saw him carrying a gorgeous blonde to his room while kissing the daylight out of her.

You wanted so badly to be her, but it was just not possible. You knew it.

Sighing to yourself, you wiggled under your thick duvet, burying your body into the bed even more. It was way too late for you to be awake, but you couldn’t sleep. Your bed was comfy, warm and you put your duvet into a position that got you looking like a burrito. You were supposed to be passed out with these beautiful conditions, but your body was too hot, you felt too itchy to go to sleep. Your heat was close. You could sense it; you were in the pre-heat phase and you had about two days until it hit you.

You growled to yourself angrily a little as you wiggled a bit more. Your head was partially under your pillow when you heard your phone ping-ing. Frowning, you stuck your hand out to grab it, seeing that you had one unread message. You opened it.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned out accidentally when you saw what it was.

It was Bucky. He was shirtless and had his dog tags on. He was holding a cup in his big hands. All the muscles and veins were visible and bulging. He had a flirtatious look on his face. He seemed to wearing thin basketball shorts under, but they did very little to hide whatever he was… hiding there.

“Shit,” you whimpered. Your face was heating up rapidly. You felt your body was ready to burst, explode, whatever. Your heart was beating in your mouth. You could feel your pussy getting wet and even throb a little. You swallowed the spit that collected in your mouth when you heard another ping.

ah, shit, sorry, doll. i meant to send that to someone else.

Well, you thought and sighed.

“It’s not fair,” you whined and inched down on your bed, your legs spreading themselves instinctively. You bit your lip. You could finally make a move and say something suggestive, or you could just… chicken out. “Fuck him,” you muttered. “Fuck him sideways.” Your phone ping-ed again.

how is it look, though? i’m not sure about sending it rn

i think i’m chickening out

You rolled your eyes as his texts. Of course he didn’t like the picture where he looked so fucking sexy.

no, you look good, you texted him back. you look damn good, actually. idk why you’re chickening out. You saw the three dots that were inclining that he was writing and waited.

i dunno, he sent. she’s real nice, ya know. i don’t wanna fuck up

“Fuck whoever she is,” you whispered. “Fuck her if she thinks you’re fucking up when you send her a picture like this.”

why would sending a shirtless pic make you fuck up anyways?

she might think i’m a bit forward? idk honey i really care about her and i don’t want her to think i’m only talking to her bc i wanna fuck her ‘til she passes out.

“What the fuck,” you whispered again, your eyes narrowing and scent turning into its sickly sweet self by the half-dirty talk. Bucky never said anything to you like this before. You shared almost everything, but when the subject was sex Bucky was always a bit shy. Now, though, he didn’t sound shy. “I shouldn’t find this sexy.”

well, i don’t think she’ll have a problem with that, pal. esp with that pic

hell no

The three dots appeared again.

so you’re saying that she’ll know that my only purpose isn’t fucking her through her mattress?

i mean i know this isn’t a dick pic but still

You shake your head fondly. Even when he was trying to sext with a woman, he was being a gentleman. You liked that about him. He was always thinking how the other person would feel if his actions were to get misunderstood. It was cute.

you’re cute, you sent. she’ll understand.

Dots appeared but disappeared a second later. It repeated itself for a couple time before it totally vanished. You frowned but didn’t think too much about it. There really wasn’t much he could say to your last text, you thought. Maybe he finally sent the picture to the person who should have received it in the first place.

You took a deep breath as you looked at the picture again.

God, he was so handsome. He recently had a haircut, and it looked very good on him. He had faint stubble. When you first looked at the picture, you thought he had a flirtatious look, but actually he was just adorable. He was caught in mid-wink, you thought. His flesh hand was dwarfing the big navy colored mug he had in his hand. You knew that mug, you bought him that as a birthday gift, and it was a very big one. You never noticed how big his hands were before, but now that you knew, it was going to be hard to take your eyes away from them.

“Ugh,” you grunted, feeling the itchy sensation increasing. “Fuck me.” Locking your phone, you dropped it on your night stand. You were wet and horny, but you didn’t have any energy to touch yourself. So, you just hugged your pillow and closed your eyes.

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The morning found you pouring yourself a cereal with still sleepy eyes. The sun was shining brightly, the kitchen was quiet and it seemed like you were the only living creature in the tower. You yawned as you put the cereal box down and poured some milk into your bowl. You perched yourself onto the chair by the kitchen island and dug into your cereal.

You had… vivid dreams last night. It included a pair of hands touching your naked skin, blur of colors and some moaning. You vaguely remembered that there were hushed whispers of a little dirty talk, but the details blurred as soon as you woke up.

That meant you were even achier than last night. You grunted into your cereal.

“Hey,” you heard someone murmur and jumped, it was Bucky. He looked like he just came back from a run. “Shit, sorry,” Bucky muttered. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” You shrugged as you slurped the last of your cereal. With the corner of your eyes, you saw his nostrils flare and realized he was scenting the air. “Y’alright, doll?”

“Mmhm, just achy,” you murmured and carried your bowl to the sink. Bucky stayed silent and watched you washing your bowl and rolling your shoulders a couple times. He could smell your scent; it was content but somehow… off. He also knew your heat was close. Your scent was too sweet albeit being a little off, it was like he just stepped into a bakery and got hit with freshly baked goods. It was mouthwatering. Eyes narrowing, Bucky murmured a silent ‘fuck it’ to himself, he stepped behind you.

“You seem awfully tense, honey,” Bucky muttered into your ear as he pressed his body to yours. “Couldn’t sleep well?” You tensed. You could feel the heat coming off of his body, could smell his clean sweat, cologne and his own musk; it was woody and fresh: like a bonfire in the middle of a forest. More importantly, you could feel all the muscles and ridges on his body against yours.

“Somethin’ like that,” you whispered. Bucky cooed at you softly. His arms wound themselves around your waist, pulling you in and making you rest your body against his. His scent surrounded you in a second, and you felt like you were being cocooned in your bed by your soft blankets.

“Breathe with me, love,” he murmured. “It will help you loosen up.” You swallowed and nodded. Feeling his chest moving behind you, you followed his movements. “That’s it,” he said, “You’re doing great.” You breathed in, in, and in and then let it ouuuut. You felt your shoulder relax a bit. “That’s it,” he whispered and─

His lips were right over your pulse. His stubble was rubbing the sensitive flesh of your neck. You shuddered uncontrollably. Bucky hushed you as his lips brushed against your skin. His hot breath was licking your neck, making the hair on your body rise. He nosed your glands there; taking lungful of your scent, Bucky grumbled to himself about how good you smell.

With a small grunt of his, he took a step forward and cornered you against the counter. You gasped.

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed, “You are tense, honey.” His lips found your jaw, his nose poked your temple and you shuddered again.

It felt like you were underwater but weren’t drowning; everything was peaceful quiet, and you were floating.

“Bucky,” you whispered. He hummed. “Bucky…” He kissed your neck, bit down on the flesh and sucked it a little. You felt your legs tremble when you felt your heat creeping in even closer and grabbed his arms around your waist for support. You tipped your head back, exposing your throat to him, and closed your eyes.

Placing kisses all over your neck, nibbling on your jaw, one of his hands grabbed your face to turn it towards him. “Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop. I promise I’ll stop.” You didn’t say anything but leaned into his touch. “Tell me.”

“I want it,” you whispered, surpassing a shiver. Your heat was taking over your body, and Bucky needed the verbal confirmation before it consumed you.

“Honey,” he said softly. “Your heat is starting, do you want me to help you?” You gasped silently, realizing that you were feeling woozy a little and your vision was fuzzy around the edges, now.

“Yes,” you answered him. “Please, alpha?”

Bucky’s chest rumbled lightly with approval and captured your lips with his. You moaned into his mouth. It was as soft as it looked and was caressing yours so nicely. You whimpered as you sneaked your hand into his slightly damp hair. You craned your neck to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue join the game, too. Bucky groaned.

“Fuck, love,” he whimpered. “Your skin feels so soft under my hands, your body is so warm… Mmm, I wanna eat you right up.” You wiggled in his arms.

“Please,” you whispered. Bucky bit down on your bottom lip. His other hand sneaked into your pajama bottoms, sliding right into your panties and nudging your clit gently. You gasped loudly as Bucky cursed.

“Holy shit, honey,” Bucky groaned. “You’re wetting your pajama bottoms with your slick.” You whimpered when you felt one long digit swiping the slick that gathered between the lips of your pussy. “Is it for me?” He asked, a low growl could be heard in his voice. You nodded. Bucky tugged on your hair. “Words. Use’em.”

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes, only for you, Bucky, yes!”

“That’s more like it,” Bucky murmured and slid two of his fingers inside you. Biting your lip to stop yourself moan loudly, your hand tightened in Bucky’s hair and you bared your throat to Bucky by the throwing your head back even more, submitting him.

The way Bucky was fingering you was relentless; two of his long and thick fingers were stroking your wet walls, crooking them to graze over your sensitive spot sometimes while the heel of his hand was pressing down on your clit. You were being stimulated from almost all your open ended nerves so perfectly, you wanted to cry.

“I wish you see how you look right now, baby,” Bucky whispered. “You’re so deep into your pleasure...” You hummed and let out a gasp when he crooked his fingers again. “You take my fingers so nicely. My hand is drenched, baby, goddamn.” He nosed your bared throat, taking deep breaths, Bucky filled his lungs with your sweet heat scent. “Gotta get you to your room, love. The whole kitchen is gonna smell like your heat if we don’t.” You whined, but you weren’t lost in your head yet, so you knew he was right. You nodded. Bucky kissed your neck and suddenly, your world was upside down.

You were thrown over his shoulder like he was a caveman and you were his prey. “Bucky!” He chuckled, his metal hand slapping your ass, he stepped into the elevator and told Jarvis to go up to your floor. He carried you like that throughout the whole trip. You got to feel his back muscles all the way to your room, though, so you thought it wasn’t so bad.

Bucky dropped you on the floor gently. You were standing right in front of your room. “I can wait here,” Bucky murmured and continued when he saw your confused look. “While you are getting nest sorted out, I can wait here.”

Your heart swelled in your chest because ain’t he the most thoughtful.

“Aww, James,” you whispered. He just smiled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Really?” He nodded. You knew he took these kinds of things serious because he was a bit old-school, but you liked that about him very much.

“Yeah,” he said. “Actually, why don’t you go ahead and sort your nest out while I get us some water and snacks?” You placed your hand on your heart.

“A man after my stomach,” you said dreamily, making him snort. “Okay.” He kissed your neck one more time and walked back to the elevator.

You had a spring on your step as you walked inside of your room and stripping the bed from unnecessary things. You pulled out your softest linens, blankets and pillows; arranging them on the bed the way you liked, you added some extra tiny pillows. It looked inviting, personal and smelled like you strongly. You smiled, pleased with your efforts. Just as you sat down on the bed in your underwear, you had kept your oversize t-shirt though, you heard a knock.

“Come in!” You called out and saw Bucky’s smiling, handsome face. He had arms full of snacks and water bottles, he also had other things which you couldn’t figure out what. You watched him as he put the things he carried into your room on your small desk.

“I, uh,” he started, suddenly looking bashful. “I thought you might want, uh,” Bucky stammered over his words and just handed you something.

It was his blanket from his bed and the sweatshirt you saw him wearing yesterday.

“I can always put them aside or bring more, whatever you want,” Bucky hurriedly added. You shook your head as you reached and took them from him. You folded the sweatshirt and put it right next to your bed where you would be reaching something to wear after you were through, and spread the blanket on your bed, rearranging your pillows. You took your t-shirt off before you turned and faced with Bucky.

You walked up to him slowly until you were standing right in front of him. You could see his nostrils flaring, pupils dilating and him scenting the air. “Kiss me, alpha?” Bucky let out a broken sound before he pulled you against his body, his flesh hand cradling your face gently, and leaned down to give you the kiss that you asked for so nicely.

It was, hands down, the most loving and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. It was nothing like the kiss you’ve shared in the kitchen. This one was chaste. Bucky’s lips were soft, and he was kissing you like a longtime lover. Moaning lightly, you tilted your head to your side and deepened the kiss a bit; pushing up on your tiptoes and winding your arms around his neck, you felt his arms wrapping themselves around your waist one more time.

You felt amazingly consumed and caged and overwhelmed, and you were fucking loving it.

Bucky pulled back slightly. “Bed,” he commanded. His voice was rough and low. His woodsy, fresh smell had taken a sharp turn and now it was more like burning wood and citrus. You loved how forest-y his scent was. You quickly climbed on the bed, and a second later Bucky joined you.

His big body caged yours under him. The body heat this man had was driving you crazy because he was so fucking warm, it made you want to wrap yourself around him like a koala and never let go.

“Bucky…” You breathed when you felt his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck, gasped when he placed a soft bite there. His light stubble was rubbing your skin raw, but you were loving it just like everything else. You felt him press his body against yours fully as he drew in a deep breath.

“God, your scent is drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he murmured and kissed his way downwards. He stopped when he came across to your bra, looking up in your eyes, he silently asked for permission to take it off. You nodded. As soon as your breasts were free from their containment, Bucky latched on to one of your nipples, making you throw your head back and moan loudly.

“Fuck!” You yelped when he bit down and sucked and did… things with his tongue. He was licking and sucking, his saliva had covered your nipple and you could hear the slurping sound. It was so sexy, the pleasure was so intense; you felt like you were about to come. Whimpering, you slid your hands in his short hair, pulling and scratching his scalp. Bucky hummed. The vibrations and the graze of his teeth made you hiss, your body was trashing beneath his strong one.

Bucky pulled back with a ‘pop’, licking his lips, his fingers toyed with your other nipple. “How are you feelin’, love?” He asked. You panted lightly as you gave him thumbs up but yelped again when he pinched your nipple. “Words,” he growled. “I told you to use them.”

“’m good,” you whimpered, nipple throbbing deliciously. “’m good, I swear, ‘m fine, alpha.” Bucky hummed at the name. He always liked being called ‘alpha’ during sex before, he was never shy to tell his partners to call him that when he wanted to end his dancing night with someone, but hearing you call him that was turning him on in a whole different level.

Growling approvingly to himself, Bucky’s fingers found the hem of your panties. Before he could ask for permission, you lifted your hips to help him remove them easily. Bucky took a hold of the flimsy fabric, quickly dragging it down your beautiful legs, he threw them somewhere in the room. You were now under him with all your naked fucking glory, and Bucky’s mouth was watering at the sight of you. His gums were hurting with the desire to claim and mark you.

“You are gorgeous, baby,” Bucky murmured, fingers trailing over your soft skin and making you shiver happily. He leaned in. His light stubble rasped against your nipple as he nosed your collarbone, licking and sucking small marks there. You sighed. Your hands were buried deep in his short hair, the fluffiness of it turning into a messy state. “You feel so good against me,” he murmured again, lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your breasts. You whimpered. The ache between your legs was getting intolerable with each passing second, and you wanted him to take you already.

“Bucky…” You breathed. “Please, Bucky, alpha, I-I can’t, it h-hurts,” you babbled, hands now clawing his strong and wide shoulders. Quickly, Bucky shushed you with kisses, murmured filthy nonsense into your ear as he trailed one hand down your front. You gasped when his fingers brushed against your clit. It was already so sensitive and throbbing and aching─

“So wet,” Bucky whispered. “I’m gonna taste it later.” He brushed his fingers up and down for a couple times and pulled his hand back. “Now, we make your hurting stop, love.” You nodded. Your eyes were half-closed, you looked debauched without Bucky doing anything properly yet, and more importantly you looked drunk with only a couple kisses and touching from him.

If that ain’t the best kind of ego boost, I don’t know what is, Bucky thought to himself as he bit his lip and removed his clothes. Your sweet heat scent was filling his lungs and the room, and making him feel lightheaded. His skin was prickling with the intensity of your scent. He knew very well no matter how many times he’d shower that he would be smelling like you even days after your heat ended. Honestly, that would be a dream come true for Bucky.

His crush on you was getting stronger rather than dying down. He had tried dating with other people, hooking up or just spend his rut with at least a partner, but he just couldn’t because his body was yearning yours. His lungs were desperate for your sweet, calming scent filling them, his fingers were itching to feel your skin, and his lips were tingling to meet with yours… His whole body had been wanting you, no one else had made him feel this way before.

“God, Y/N,” Bucky breathed. His eyes were now fully black, face darkened with lust and his body heat had increased. He was about to enter his rut, he knew it. Bucky leaned forward and licked a fat line from your collarbone to all the way up to your ear, making your bonding glands throb. You gasped at the feeling.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You sighed, eyes screwed shut. Bucky hummed. His fingers moved south, were quick to find your dripping and aching core, he slipped two of his fingers in you. You moaned. His fingers were moving in and out of you rapidly, thumb pressing lightly on your clit. He could feel the poor thing throb beneath his fingertip, Bucky chuckled against your throat and nipped the skin there. You moaned one more time, but louder, your nails dug them deep into Bucky’s meaty shoulders. Bucky hissed at the slight pain, but all the pain during sex was welcomed in his book.

Bucky pulled his fingers out and pushed off of you, ignoring your little whines. “Present,” he ordered, his voice was still soft even though his commanding tone. Whimpering, you flipped onto your tummy, pressed your chest against the soft linens beneath you and lifted your ass high up on the air. Bucky groaned. “Damn, kitten,” he whispered. You shivered. He placed his hands on your ass, and then moved them up, up, up and slid one of them into your hair. “Do I need a condom?” You nodded.

“Birth control is no good for me,” you panted lightly. Bucky nodded, pressing a kiss on your cheek, he leaned sideways to grab a condom from his bedside drawer. You rubbed your face, wiggled your hips and fisted the bedding as Bucky put on the condom. As soon as he was done, he walked closer to you on his knees and immediately draped his body onto yours. You sighed at the skin-to-skin contact.

“Tell me if you want to or need me to stop because you don’t like what we’re doing, alright?” Bucky murmured. You nodded.

“I will,” you slurred slightly and earned another kiss on your cheek. You hummed happily. You felt the blunt tip of his cock against your wet folds and held your breath. With a smooth, slow thrust of his hips, Bucky slid into you. “Fuuuck,” you sighed, eyes closed and mouth open, drooling just a little bit. The ache in your core was disappeared as soon as Bucky filled you up.

“Goddamn,” Bucky gritted. Your pussy was hugging his hard as hell cock so nicely, Bucky felt like he was being wrapped with the softest blankets to ever exist. Falling onto his elbows, Bucky placed kisses on your bare shoulders. He moved his arms carefully and wrapped them around your torso. One of his hands was wrapped lightly around your neck, and you felt another flame taking over your body with the feeling.

“Move,” you whispered. “Alpha, please, move.” Bucky shushed you gently. Never stopping peppering kisses on your shoulder, neck and cheek, Bucky moved his hips slowly at first. You gasped, head thrown back on Bucky’s shoulder, you closed your eyes.

Your mind was fogged, body wrung tight with sexual frustration and the coil in your belly was burning hotter each passing second. You could feel your heat taking over your body. Bucky’s strong scent was covered with the traces of faint rut, and his scent was clogging up all your senses.

It felt magnificent.

“Alpha,” you moaned when his cock touched a spot in you, your body suddenly waking up. Bucky grunted. His rut was making him a little non-verbal, but he was okay with it. “Faster,” you whimpered. “Faster, harder, alpha, fuck!” The breath knocked out of your lungs with Bucky’s hard thrust.

Grunting and rumbling deep in his chest, Bucky started slamming into you. Your slick was now covering his inner thighs and groin, making these obscene sounds to echo in your room and your skin to stuck each other whenever Bucky’s pelvis kissed yours. You whimpered. Your body was both loosening up and tightening even more as Bucky’s thrusts became harder and deeper. Your body was melting under his, muscles were getting lax because of the rut scent and soft rumbles Bucky was occasionally letting out.

“Mmm,” Bucky hummed, nose poking your bonding glands. “You smell so good, omega,” he murmured, and you shuddered under him. Bucky chuckled darkly. His hot breath licked over your pulse. His short fangs grazed over the sensitive skin, tongue poking out to lick and suck as his pace turned into even something more feral. The sound of skin slapping skin was so loud, you were deafened by it.

You whimpered when you felt his teeth again. You had no fear of Bucky mating you, you knew him enough to know that he wouldn’t do that, but feeling him dragging his fangs up and down like that on your bonding glands was incredibly turning you on. You grabbed onto his arms when he slightly straightened up so that he could drive in you deeper.

“Shit,” you gasped. Bucky growled. His arms around your neck tightened its hold a bit, enough to make you feel every drag of oxygen. “Fuck, Bucky─” His cock was driving in and out of you at a mad pace, balls slapping against your clit and obscene sounds of your wet pussy was driving you even crazier.

With a snarl, Bucky pulled you up against him, flipping you on your back in a matter of seconds. When he slid into your once again, you felt the bulge of his knot at the base of his cock. You gasped, looking down, your mouth hung open on its own. Bucky chuckled.

“That mouth of yours is hungry, ain’t it?” He asked, a filthy smirk on his face. You tried to swallow the spit, but he didn’t let you. He stuffed three of his metal fingers into your mouth. “Suck on’em, honey,” he ordered lovingly. You moaned as you did what you were being told and felt his pace falter for a second. “Fuck.” You hummed around his fingers. His rut scent getting stronger, covering your body, your bed and leaving its mark deep into your bones, you felt like a cat under the sun.

Bucky placed his flesh hand on your pussy. His hips were moving with a rapid pace, your fluids were mixing with his. His thumb found your clit and started to play with it. You cried out. your back arching, you moaned around his fingers, your pussy tightening on his cock. Bucky gasped and grunted. His balls were hurting because of how full they were.

“Come for me,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ come for me, omega,” his harsh whispering voice commanded. You felt your eyes roll back as the pleasure and blinding orgasm took over your body. Bucky cursed as he felt your mouth watering even more around his fingers, pussy walls clamping on his cock and knot. Gasping, Bucky leaned in and pulled his fingers out your mouth so that he could kiss you. Bucky was so close, so fucking close─

“Mmm,” you hummed into his kiss. “C’me f’r me, alpha,” you murmured, placing sloppy kisses on his mouth. “C’mon, breed me, fill me up, make a mess─”

Groaning loudly, Bucky slammed forward one last time before he felt his knot popped. His balls seized so hard, Bucky let out a wounded sound. You shushed him. Placing your hands on his face, you kissed him. He sighed into the kiss as he thrusted in and out of you slowly, fucking his come deeper into you.

“Fuck, honey,” Bucky breathed out when the intense part of his orgasm washed away. You smiled, kissing him again. Bucky kissed you back soundly. “Damn, I’ve never come that hard before,” he said, chuckling.

“Good,” you said. Your scent flaring up with smugness, Bucky laughed.

“Yeah, alright, you’re possessive,” he said with a smile on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up and ducked your head. Bucky continued to smile but couldn’t stop himself from leaning down for another kiss.

After a couple minutes of lazy make-out, Bucky carefully re-arranged your positions so that he could cuddle you without crushing you. You lay like that in silence, feeling content. Your heat and his rut had diminished for the time being, giving you some time to recover. You were playing with his metal hand when the thought struck you.

“Hey,” you murmured, and Bucky hummed as an answer. “What did she say?” You asked him. He made a confused sound.

“Who? About what?”

“You sent me a picture last night and said you were chickening out because she was real nice and you don’t wanna fuck it up,” you explained, a little bit jealousy slipping into your scent. “Did you send her the picture? What did she say?” You felt him freeze momentarily, but then he let out a small chuckle.

“I sent it, yes,” he said. “She said that I look damn good and that I can’t fuck this thing up, not with that picture, and that I’m cute and she’ll understand why I sent it.”

You froze.

“It was intentional,” you murmured. Bucky hummed in approval, kissing your shoulder and tightening his arms around you. “You asshole,” you shrieked, hitting his arm. “You could have just come to me!” Bucky laughed as you hit him again.

“I’m sorry!” He said. “I actually didn’t mean to send you that picture, I swear. I hit send accidentally, but I also said ‘might as well’ afterwards, so,” he murmured, shrugging.

“God, I can’t believe this,” you grumbled. Bucky nuzzled your neck. “I couldn’t sleep last night because of that picture,” you admitted.

Bucky frowned. “Why?”

“I was horny, Bucky,” you said. Bucky let out a loud laugh.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, but you knew he wasn’t sorry at all.

“No, you’re not,” you rolled your eyes, pouting at the same time.

“No, I’m not,” he agreed, slowly moving on top of you. “I can make it up, though…” Kissing your cheek, he poked your nose with his playfully. “You said you were horny, right? How about I do something about that?” You smirked.

“I’m in heat, Barnes,” you said. “You better make it up to me.” Bucky smirked right back at you.

“Your wish is my command, m’Queen,” he said, sweeping you into a passionate kiss.

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— taboo lust (k. nanami)

.pairing nanami x femreader

.content warning | tags dark content, smut, nsfw, cursing, breeding kink, slight blood mention, spitting (a little) fingering, degrading, oral sex (f/m receiving), aggression, slapping, face-fucking, stepcest, dub-con, gagging, choking, somnophilia, biting, scratching, age-gap, lemme know if i missed any.

.synopsis you were originally distraught when your mother had divorced your father, whom you loved so much, but things don’t seem too bad when you meet the man that she left him for; a jujutsu sorcerer, kento nanami.

wc | 4k

WHEN YOUR MOM had first expressed to you that she was re-marrying, you quickly became hot-headed to the idea. you were already upset at the fact that she divorced your father, so moving on just pushed the knife deeper in your back. you were extremely close with your father, spending time with him every chance you got, not wanting to return home to your mother whom you thought of as a whore. you had your own car, but staying with your father wasn’t an option due to his financial issues.

however, you had a unexpected change of heart when you met the man your mother was to elope.

kento nanami.

the man was six feet tall and was well-built, to your surprised. you wondered how your cunt of a mother managed to pull such a man. his dirty blonde hair was always neatly parted to the side and he always wore glasses on his face. he had the sharpest jawline that was always tensed up and his hands were defined with clear veins that snaked up his forearm.

when you first laid eyes on him, the speed of your heartbeat was blistering. you blushed profusely and couldn’t keep a smile off your face.

“y/n, this is kento. kento, this is my daughter, y/n.” your mothers words were like white noise. you couldn’t focus as you stared at the man that stood at your front door.

“... meet you, y/n...”

you were brought out of your trance when kento nanami said your name. you could now physically feel your heart picking up its face. you took a moment to bring yourself back to reality. nanami had his hand out in front of you, waiting patiently for you to shake it.

“i’m sorry.” you put your hand in his and you stiffened up at his touch. “it’s nice to meet, too, mr. nanami.” your words were so distant, but he was still able to hear them. he stifled a small laugh seeing how nervous you were.

he took a gander at your face and your figure as you both ended your hand shake. such a pretty girl, he pondered internally. you resembled your mother in many ways, but you had an unique beauty to you that made you stand out. he assumed it came from your father. as he continued to examine you, he realized what he was doing and made a sound as if to speak. you watched his adam’s apple move. nanami knew better than to think of something so taboo. he was soon going to become a father figure to you, and there was no reason to have such underhanded thoughts about his prospective stepdaughter.

you, on the other hand, weren’t mature enough to push those thoughts out of your head. ever since he officially moved in, you wound up longing for him like never before. no lament or regret at any point filled your body at whatever point you'd peer into your mother's room, watching nanami get dressed after he was fresh out the shower, listening in on his moans and groans whenever he fucked your mother. all things considered, envy grew inside of you, wanting - no, needing - to be the girl he was fucking senseless. the fact that you were his step-daughter didn’t even bother you in the slightest, in fact, it turned you on more. it was something forbidden and getting to have it would make it so risque, but so hot.

at first, you feared this was one-sided, that there was never going to be a day where you’d get your cunt fucked by him. however, you caught onto nanami’s slick gestures he’d do on a daily. his hand would rest on your lower back sometimes. he’d caress your cheek whenever you vented about how difficult college was. whenever he would kiss your forehead, he left his lips there longer than expected. the little things sent you over the edge, it nearly seemed like prodding. you’d clench your walls whenever you felt aroused and when night came, you’d fantasize about nanami doing all sorts of things with you, touching yourself to get off and satisfy yourself.

you’d lay in the middle of your bed with your legs spread out and your hand scouring your pearl. “nanami..” you moan out softly. you’d pick up your pace a bit before dipping two fingers into your wet warmth and pumping them in and out repeatedly. you tried your best to keep your moans discreet, but as you visually pictured nanami pushing his shaded pink, fat cock inside of your virgin, drooling pussy, it became hard to hold back. you uttered his name over and over. “fuck me, nanami...please,” you whimper.

you were unaware that nanami could hear you some nights whenever your mom was at work at her graveyard shifts. he’d stand by your door and listen to you moan his name repeatedly. his face would flush red, flattered to hear your pretty voice beg for him. he’d rub himself through his pants, feeling on his aching bulge and very rarely would he fully pull out his length and start fisting it right by your door. such a shame, nanami thought. she can’t see how i milk my cock for her. i want you just as bad, little girl.

for about ten months, the both of you were content with the current dynamic. you both found ways to please yourselves without making it obvious to your mother, but both of you longed to physically touch one another.

until one day.

you were arriving home from visiting your father and parked your car in the garage. you noticed nanami’s truck was parked inside, but your mom’s car was nowhere to be found. you shrugged and thought nothing of it as you took the key out the ignition and the engine stopped. you slammed the heavy door shut and closed the garage door with a button on your keys and walked opened the side door which led into the kitchen.

“nanami?” you called out.

“y/n? back already?” you heard him respond to you. you put your keys on the counter and slid off your shoes, picking them up to place them in the mudroom. you came out again and nanami was standing in the kitchen, leaning on the refrigerator door. “hey, sweetheart. had fun?” he snaked his arm around your waist, hugging you and pecking the top of your head swiftly before letting you go. the warmth of his body still lingered on you and you sighed.

you nodded with a smile as you thought of the time you had with your father. “yeah, we went out to a diner and i met the new kitten he adopted.”

“how nice.” nanami smiles. he realized you were probably wondering where your mom had gone. “oh, your mom is staying with a family friend. she said they were really sick and needed someone to help around the house, so your mom is staying there for a day or two.”

you nodded slowly letting out an “oooh..”. you licked your lips and huffed. “so, what’s for dinner?”

“thought i would make steak, mash potatoes...a simple meal,” he responded as he began to take out some seasoning and other cooking items. you watched him as he did, admiring the way his white crew-neck was a bit see-through and his strong abs were just barely visible.

you shook your head slightly and took in a deep breath and let it out. “well, ok! i’m going to take a nap, my head is aching.”

with his back still turned towards you, he responds. “alright. i’ll call you down when dinner is ready.”

you made your way upstairs, holding onto the railing as you got up each step. you went into your bedroom and shut the door behind you. you were quick to change out of your clothes, putting on loose t-shirt and leaving your pants off. you got into your comfy bed, pulling the covers over you and let your head sink into your pillow as you quickly fell asleep.

nanami called your name out numerous times but to no avail. you were in an incredibly deep sleep, not able to hear your stepfather calling your name from downstairs. nanami sighed with slight annoyance as he walked up the staircase and went to your bedroom door. he knocked twice before he twisted the doorknob and slowly opened it.

there you were, laying in bed, gripping tightly onto the blanket that covered your small body. you were nestled into the edge of your bed, calmly resting, your knees bent a little. nanami gulped at the sight, never seeing you like this before. for the most part, he was able to conceal his deep attraction to seeing women sleeping. it was very guilty pleasure and slight guilt took over him as he was watching you in such a perverted way. however, the fact that you were his stepdaughter made it so much more enticing at the same time. he felt himself gradually become aroused seeing you in this unconscious state. he cursed underneath his breath. he had to keep himself under control. but his body didn’t want to comply with his mind. after almost a year of longing to be inside of you, he had a perfect opportunity, and he certainly didn’t want it to go to waste - and judging from the nights she had spent moaning for him, she wouldn’t want to waste it either. the dinner he had just made was quickly forgotten and was left in the kitchen to get cold. he slowly made his way to the opposite side of the bed and looked at your back, slowing rising and falling as you breathed deeply. without making much noise, he unbuckled his black slacks and let them fall to his ankles for stepping out of them and kicking them aside. he removed his glasses from his face and he put it on the nightstand beside your bed, revealing small, lustful eyes. it felt like his body was moving on its own, but he was doing very little to stop himself. with each movement, he felt himself stiffening. he rubbed his semi-hard cock through his boxers to ease himself before he slowly lifted up the cover to climb into your bed.

he took in a sharp breath when he peered under and noticed you weren’t wearing anything from the waist down besides cotton panties and long, white socks. you shifted slightly from feeling the extra movement in your bed, but you still did not awake. nanami thanked god internally as he let the cover fall over his own body and scooted closer to you. naturally, as you felt another presence beside you, you pressed your back against his chest, slightly startling him, however, you were still remained in your slumber. nanami breathed heavily, his lips parted and watering from looking at your body. he brought his left arm around your small figure and his big hand found itself on your stomach and slowly dragged it down to your pussy. he was astounded to find that you were wet. would could you be dreaming of, sweetheart. he could feel it through your panties and he had become fully erect now. once he found your clit, he rubbed through it in a circular motion and felt it twitch. he removed his hand and and took in a breath as he slowly rolled you over so that you were now on your back.

he pulled the cover over his head and crawled underneath, positioning himself below you. he hooked both of his index fingers around the hem of your panties and pulled them down your legs until he got them completely off. he threw the cover off himself and you and was able to clearly see your wet, pretty cunt. it was clenching around nothing, practically begging to get fucked. nanami wasted no time and took his thumb and rubbed your swollen clit while he hungrily dragged his tongue along your folds. tasting you alone could make him cum, but he didn’t want to yet, and he had great control. you were starting to feel the wet sensations that made contact with your warmth, but waking up from this deep slumber was so difficult. you fought with yourself, moving your legs a bit, but nanami held them steady, removing his thumb from your clit in the process. feeling the pressure of his palms holding you down finally awoke you and you opened your eyes and blinked a couple of times before looking down in between your legs. there he was, licking and slurping on your wet cunt like it was his last meal. a sight you’ve dreamed of countless nights, a desire you yearned for. your pussy fluttered against his tongue and he looked up at you and smirked when he saw your priceless face.

“you finally woke up, beautiful.”

you melted at his words, feeling overwhelmingly flattered. you licked your lips slowly, still waking up the rest of your body and you the edge of your lips curved into a smile. “nanami...” was all you could say.

nanami lifted his head up and sat up, on his knees, glaring down at you. “i can stop if you want me to. this isn’t exactly-”

“no.” you cut him off so quick. “please, no.” you sat up desperately and gripped onto his shirt. nanami smirked at your desperation. it was so cute. he removed your hands from his body and slid his shirt up and pulled it from off his body, throwing it to the floor. shamelessly, you stare at his defined body, a sight you’ve only seen from afar, and your mouth waters. eagerly, you latch your lips on certain spots of his body, sucking on them momentarily before moving onto the next. you planted kisses all over his abs until you got on your knees and made your way up to his neck. nanami closed his eyes, enjoying the treatment he was getting. he brought his left hand up under your shirt, rubbing your back sensually and you took it as a sign to take it off, in which you did. you weren’t wearing a bra and he stared down at your breasts. he took one in one hand and cupped it, massaged it and rubbed your tender nipple until it gradually became stiff. you brought your lips to his. your lips connecting for the first time was like kissing your first boyfriend in high school. your heart fluttered and your stomach churned with excitement. your tongue danced around his mouth, matching his own rhythm, tasting every slick of saliva that was on it. you both broke away, a string of saliva breaking in between you too and landing on nanami’s chin. he wiped it off with his thumb and glared down at you.

“you’re a little slut, aren’t you?” his voice was deep and menacing.

you adverted your eyes away slightly, feeling slight humiliation from his words, but mostly feeling aroused. you were leaking on your own bed and nanami noticed. “look at you, making a mess on your bed for me.” he leaned down and kissed your cheek and then brought his lips down to your neck. he sucked on it hard, knowing he was going to leave a mark there. “i’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long, y/n,” he whispers in your ear. his hand pushes your panties aside and he inserts one finger. “i’ve heard you moan my name at night like a little bitch whenever you’d touch yourself.” he pumped it a couple of times before adding another digit. “you sounded so fucking pathetic.”

you were so overwhelmed by his words and by his actions. this was everything you’ve ever wanted. your hips bucked up as a reaction to feeling his fingers inside of your warm hole. “na...nanami...” you throated out as uncontrollable sensations took over you. he wasn’t aware that you were a virgin. everything you were feeling felt somewhat different now that you had someone to do it with. “nanami..?!” you sounded confused as you moaned his name for the second time and felt your stomach twist. you swore you saw stars for a moment as your legs vibrated violently and you were drawn to an orgasm.

nanami looked down at his pruney fingers that were now covered with your juices. you breathed heavily as you looked at him with a concerned face. he looked at you with an unsure smile. “you’re a virgin aren’t you?”

you nod and his eyebrows raise. “you just get more and more pathetic, i love it.”

he spread your legs open wider before he took his hands and removed his boxers. you gasped a little as you saw his long, cock. the cock that impaled your mom some nights ago. your mouth was watering and nanami slapped you which caught you off guard.

“if you want my cock then take it in your mouth, don’t fucking stare at it.” his words were aggressive, hitting you one by one. you could care less how he spoke to you, you just wanted to please him.

you complied and you took his length in your hand and pumped him a few times. he leaked pearls of pre-cum from his tip that you licked up with your tongue. you had given head before at a random college party and you hoped that you could make nanami proud.

“shit...”

his tip was swollen and was in need of your entire mouth, which you gave him. you took him in slowly, your cheeks going hollow, and began to bop your head on his hot dick. “fuck...” slurping noises emitted from your lips with occasionally ‘pops’ whenever you fully removed him from your mouth. you jerked off anything you couldn’t reach, but it was obviously you were steering clear of your throat and nanami wasn’t going to let it slide.

“you’re doing so good,” he says. he pulls your head off of him and forces him to look up at him. “but you could be doing so much better.” the words disappointed you but only motivated you. he pushed you down onto his length until his tip hit the back of your throat. your cheeks puffed up and you gagged and brought your head up with much force. “stay down, sweetheart.” he pushed your head back down and eased his way to your throat instead. you got your gag reflex under control, but still showed signs of struggle. your eyes were tearing up and your face was grimacing as you were losing air.

“aw, look at the little slut crying. what’s wrong, you can’t take it?” he pushed his cock aggressively in an unnatural way when he said “take it”.

he finally pulled himself out of your mouth before he got close to a climax. you tried to catch your breath and you coughed. he pushed you down on the bed, spreading your legs and squeezing your thighs a little bit. his head hung over your pussy and he built up a wad of saliva and spit it into your pussy, rubbing it in vigorously. he then took his saliva-covered dick and slapped it against your needy cunt a couple of times. he pushed the head of dick in just a little bit, over and over, simply teasing you.

it irritated you and you tried to force your body onto his cock. nanami stopped you, pressing a hand on your stomach. “stop it, sweetheart.” he chuckled and it echoed throughout your room. “you’re such a needy little girl. you’re just like your mother, so damn impatient.”

your eyebrows furrowed at the thought of being compared to your mother. he realized and he narrowed his eyes. “but you’re far more enjoyable.”

he felt that you finally deserved to get fucked silly, but he kept his word about taking care of you. he slowly slid all of his length in, feeling your soft, warm walls. he groaned at the tightness of your virgin cunt. the way you clenched around him made his own legs weak but he managed to stay steady. when his groin had finally met with yours, slid out again and pushed himself back in with more aggression. “ah!..” your entire body flinched and you gripped onto nanami’s arms. “fuck...it’s so big.” as he began to steadily thrust into you, the initial pain soon became pleasurable as most had described. he rocked your body with much force as he slapped himself against you.

“i’ve dreamed about fucking this tight pussy,” he says through his groans. “fuck, you feel so good...” your pussy milked him of everything it had. he leaned down to connect his lips to yours and you both shared a hurried and sloppy kiss. your stomach twisted in a familiar knot and broke the kiss as you cried out.

“gonna...gonna cum” you blabbered through your whimpers.

“cum all over my dick, baby,” nanami growled in your ear. your legs shook violently and you squirmed a little as your screamed when you reached your second orgasm. nanami felt your cum running along his dick. it twitched a little bit but he continue to fuck through your orgasm until he stopped thrusting and panted a little bit. “turn around for me.”

you quickly obliged and turned around, getting on all fours, but staying relatively close to the surface of your bed. he gripped one hip and used his other hand to drag his cock against your sore, slobbering pussy. he finally pushed it in and began to fuck you from the back. this time, his fingers dug into your skin as he grabbed your hips and pulled you back onto his dick.

“fuck...”

his grip hurt you but you were overstimulated by his quick, aggressive thrusts. his balls slapped against you. your skin making contact with his made clapping noises that echoed throughout the room. nanami hunched over you, continuing his aggressive strokes and his heavy pants of breath hit the back of your neck. “you want me to cum?”

you didn’t respond, your eyes just barely open and your mind clouded by the amazing feeling. nanami grabbed your throat and pulled you back to look at him. “you want me to cum?”

you nodded vigorously. “yes, please, cum.”

“i’m gonna fuck my kid into you, sweetheart. gonna bury my seed in this pretty pussy,” he says into your ear. he pulls you up while he was still inside of you, pressing your back against his chest. his strokes got harder and more needy. your walls clenched and pulsated around his dick as he plunged in and out of you repeatedly. “this pussy is all mine, right?”

you didn’t realize you were biting your lip so hard you made it bleed. nanami took his thumb, wiped it and licked it. your lips parted to speak. “it’s...all...yours..fuck!”

“say it again, sweetheart.” this time he moaned, feeling himself getting close to his climax.

“it’s all yours nanami!” you cry out. you repeatedly moan his name out as you felt his hips stutter against you and he pushed in his last few strokes before he finally ejaculated inside of you, distempering your walls with his hot, white cum. he pushed in one last time to keep his cum inside of you.

“holy shit, y/n.” nanami was out of breath. he let you go and you flopped on the bed, sore and exhausted. your face was smushed against the bed, your mouth open, trying to get more air. nanami watched his cock go soft again and sighed. “you’re amazing, sweetheart.” he laid down on the bed beside you and pulled the covers over both your bodies. he took you in his arms, bringing your head close to his chest. you could hear his heart beating quickly, but happily. he hummed a bit and it vibrated throughout his chest. he kissed your forehead. it was long and sentimental. “i know how badly you wanted this.”

you blushed, feeling shy all of a sudden. you kissed his chest once before curling up in his embrace and resting your eyes, which eventually led to you sleeping. nanami was tired himself and he fell asleep with you in your arms, his chest heaving up and down; such a forbidden desire that you got to fulfill.

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yutasbimil · 2 years

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Prize

woozi x fem!reader | seventeen ff. (1/3) [three-part fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, pre-smut cw: nsfw minors dni, petting, teasing, established relationship, semi-public (someone walking in), fluff! note: I wrote this almost 4 years ago! tho I kept the touch of my past writing style so I didn't change much in editing. ! also, not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ UPDATE! > changed oc to reader! word count: 1.1k

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Y/n finally decided to visit Jihoon after her finals were done. As much as she kept telling him that it’s fine if he’s too busy to meet up. She will understand. She doesn’t want to bother her boyfriend as well since he’s preparing for their comeback. Though, Jihoon manages to let her give in to him anytime. Like How???

But here she is, at his studio. Just as he plans her where to be at.

She carefully places the meal she got him along the way at the table near him, as she walks toward the male, placing a kiss at the side of his head. “What are you working on, Ji?”

“Some stuff.” He says as he gives her a momentary smile before looking back at the screen.

“Some good stuff I’m guessing.” She beams at him, stroking both his shoulders at the back. He nods back, mirroring her smile. “Some good stuff. One of the best I’ve composed so far really.” He admits, cheekily scratching the back of his head.

“You should take a break first.” She suggests, getting up to get the meal she got him. “I’m guessing you haven’t eaten yet, give that… a few hours maybe?”

“Sorry…” He reaches out for the bag his girlfriend hands him. He then opens its content, She helps with the drinks. Of course, she can’t forget to bring a bottle of cola.

Both of them prepared the food, Y/n also planned to eat with him here as she told him earlier.

“What brings you here by the way?” The male asks, as he cleans up the last of his lunch. Y/n, who just has her hand placed on her cheek, plainly turns to him. Not till she remembers what she meant to show him.

“Oh. Wait…” She hurriedly shuffles on her bag, bringing out a folder.

She hands him the result of the tests, the ones that made her suffer these past weeks. She was smiling widely as her boyfriend acknowledged the list of scores on the paper.

“That’s great, Y/n.” Jihoon pats her in the head, ruffling her hair a bit. “That all-nighters were worth it after all.”

Y/n just beams at him, giving him a knowing look as she approaches him on his chair.

“So?” She pouts and tilts her head a little. “Do I get anything?” She says, leaning closer to Jihoon while he’s sitting on his swivel chair.

“A prize huh?” He beams at the girl as well as he pulls her closer to his lap. She shrugs before giving him a cheeky smile. “I can take that…”

“You need a break too, right?” She places her hand on his chest, earning a smirk from the male. Jihoon nibbles on his lower lip. “Well, I do.”

She smirks as well, tracing the design on his shirt with her finger. “And this benefits both of us.”

“I can’t argue with that.” Jihoon wraps both his arms around her as he pulls her into a deep kiss. She sighs in relief, finally feeling his lips crashing onto hers. This is what she’s been wanting (and waiting!) for these past weeks of stress, and it was so worth it now that he’s here. Even with Jihoon, as much as he loves making music, having her close to him cannot compare with him just being alone in this studio.

She gently pulls the weaves of his hair, grazing on his undercut a bit. She can’t help but melt on the way Jihoon’s soft lips moving on hers. More so as he tilts his head more to kiss her more deeply. And him looking this damn good with his hair... wow. She’s getting more and more breathless by the moment.

Jihoon finds her slipping off of him so he pulls her closer, and that signals her to straddle on him. She pulls back for a moment, looking at how swollen his lips got. Same with hers, and Jihoon could only smile in recognition of his work. Both of them chuckled a bit before she crashes her lips onto his again, kissing him passionately this time.

Both of their lips danced and played against each other. His lips nibbled hers a bit, making her moan a little at the process. Jihoon decides to let his tongue lick the entrance of her lips. In which a moment later, she opens her mouth a bit, playing with his tongue as well as they continue kissing each other.

Y/n felt Jihoon’s thumb stroking the hem of her shirt a bit, before he slid his hand under her shirt. The girl shudders a bit at the cold air, but more so as the male directly touches her skin. They let both of their hands roam, trying to feel each other, wanting to even close the distance between them. She slowly lifts herself up as she lets her lower body flow against him a bit, letting the heat of her senses get ahead of her. Jihoon felt himself getting heat up at the movement as well in which he held his girlfriend’s figure tighter. They are getting too caught up in their own world to even bother at everyone around them.

Maybe that’s why they didn’t even notice the creaking noise of the door as Mingyu walks into them.

“Hyung, the lyrics we wrote it’s don— Oh, oh! Hyung—!” The male quickly shuffled at the sight, and the sudden shriek from him made the two pull off from each other quickly. Even with her almost falling off the chair. Jihoon furrows his eyebrows.

“Do you mind?” Jihoon shifts at his seat, supporting his girlfriend as she buries herself in his chest, both of her cheeks burning.

As the taller male stayed silent, Jihoon could only let out a sigh. Mingyu just stands there, frozen.

“Your hands don’t even cover up your eyes, Gyu! Now get out.”

“Why are you picking on me for walking into you two?! Huh?! – It’s not me who forgot to lock the door.” The tall male huffs, still red from what he saw.

“We didn’t plan on doing this up to this point really.” The girl mumbles, unable to maintain eye contact with their friend. Jihoon cuts her off by putting a finger on her lips. “Shhh…”

“Mingyu-yah…” Jihoon turns to the younger male, Mingyu quirks a brow at him. “Hyung?”

“Are you even planning on getting out or not?” Jihoon glares at the younger. It was more of a command than a question. Mingyu could only blush, remembering the situation as he sees the two love birds still not shifting from their intimate position.

“Psh… Alright, alright.” Mingyu side eyes them. He hurriedly closes the door, banging it a bit.

Jihoon and Y/n just looked at each other then laughed as the scene from earlier sinks in. That was so embarrassing, they thought. But the two just put their noses close to each other, brushing the tip in each other a bit. Both of them smile, wrapping their arms into each other again.

Next time, they should remember to lock the door.

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imjusttpeachy · 3 years

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she's a rae of sunshine (c.h.)

okay so this was a request but i completely read it wrong so i’m gonna write it again but i finished this one anyway so here take it

so sorry to the anon who requested it bc u were so fuckin sweet i’ll have it up asap i promise

playlist

ralph castelli - morning sex

crumb - bones

jorja smith - teenage fantasy

summary: balancing college life and wanting to support your best friends online endeavors was difficult, but reader regrets trying a little harder when she finally meets one of her newer stream-mates

word count: 2, 828

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, coarse language, lowkey OOC Corpse, that needs its own warning i’m sorry,

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“Look you knew I had to stream before I said you could come over ya fuckin idiot.”

“Yea I knowwwww, I just wanted to spend more time with my super-hot best friend forever.”

Being the best friend of an online personality had its perks— the amazing trips you got to hitch a ride on, the adoring fans that seemed to latch on to you as well, the sponsorships that would always send you something along with the original PR package, and especially the way she was able to choose their own work hours.

Well... mostly.

As much as you adored spending time together during the day, whether it be shopping or going out for brunch, those late nights that always seemed to hold the most memories you held so dear were few and far between. Of course, you couldn’t blame her; responsibilities were responsibilities, and fuck if you’d let your selfish wants override the way she chooses to get her work done. You really couldn’t be one to judge either-- having to call off dates because you’d underestimated the time you needed to complete a school paper, or when a last-minute lab was called in and you’d have to leave her sitting alone in those cafes with your half-finished mocha and a promise to Venmo her the money to cover it later. What left you feeling the most guilty, though, was the fact that you weren’t able to watch her content as much as you’d like to. Sure, you’d catch a few minutes of a stream here and there but any time you spent apart was usually spent with your head buried in a book, mind bleary with countless espresso shots trying to keep your tired eyes focused on the seemingly unending work in front of you.

But, a distraction every now and then couldn’t hurt. Right?

Having had enough of your current assignment, any coherent thought was long gone, you’d decided to pay your favourite person a little visit. You knew she’d probably be busy as she hadn’t replied to your previous text for a few hours, but knowing her presence alone and any passing comments would lift the heaviness that had found its home in your head and chest, you shot her a message to let her know that her office couch would be occupied by you for the next few hours. Normally, you’d just show up so you knew she wouldn’t have a problem with it; so when that fateful message popped up on your phone giving you the go-ahead you completely ignored the warning of her work schedule and drove right over.

So now here you were, sprawled haphazardly on her couch clad in sweats and a sports bra scrolling through your phone as you watched her finish her final touches so she could start her stream.

“You’re gonna be in the background of my face cam if you wanna sit there y’know.” Groaning in response to her warning not wanting to move from the comfy spot you just found, you looked over at her with the best puppy eyes you could muster. She chuckled softly, raising her hands in surrender as she turned back to her setup. “Hey I really don’t care, just warning ya bug. The thirst comments and screenshots are outta my hands.”

Scoffing under your breath at her comment, you turned your head back to your phone as a Twitter notification popped up at the top of your screen.

Corpse Husband: streaming among us in a few mins, join in on youtube

Heartbeat picking up slightly, you scrambled for the purse you’d thrown at the base of the couch for your headphones. Ever since you’d found this handsome-voiced stranger’s channel on your late night horror binges, you had fallen completely in love. While you weren’t typically the type to watch video game commentary outside of Rae, his voice got you completely hooked and you couldn’t get enough of it. Yeah, maybe you were a bit of a simp, but that sweet and genuine personality that hid behind that gravelly tone had you melting completely into his clutches. You tried to convince yourself to get over it, you didn’t even know what he looked like. But, y’know, a little crush wouldn’t hurt anybody right?

“Going live in T-minus 30 seconds babe.” Jumping slightly as Rae’s voice knocked you out of dreamland, you mumbled out a small “got it” as you once again got focused on getting your headphones connected to your phone. You’d never been able to watch one of his lives before, his horror commentary videos usually playing as background noise as you did schoolwork or while you were falling asleep. Practically shaking with excitement, you opened your YouTube app seeing the live at the very top and tapping on it immediately only to be met with that sweet laugh ringing through your headphones like music to your ears. You grinned to yourself, grabbing the throw pillow you had previously tossed to the floor and hugging it to your chest while your eyes remained glued to your phone screen, completely forgetting what was happening around you as you zeroed in on the gravelly tone you’d fallen oh-so in love with.

“Hey (Y/N) wave hi.” You startled slightly as the faint voice of your friend sounded from across the room. Glancing up from your phone, you pulled an earbud from your ear and furrowed your brows at her before slowly processing what she said, lifting a hand in greeting to her watchers. She laughed at your confusing antics, turning slightly in her chair to look over at you. “What the hell are you so smiley about?”

“…Nothing..” You grinned widely as her laugh once again resounded around the room, shaking her head at you before turning back to her screen with a scoff, muttering something under her breath so only her watchers could hear. Smile still plastered across your lips, you settled back down into the comfiness of the couch and popped your earbud back in, zeroing in again on the screen in front of you. Watching as Corpse moved his character around the lobby as he waited for his friends to join, a small giggle escaped from under your breath; trying your best to be mindful of Rae’s stream but not being able to hold back the flustered feeling welling up in your chest, mind giddy with the thought of finally being able to see one of his famous live streams, well, live. It had only been a few seconds later when you heard Rae’s voice once again, only this time, not as muffled as before.

“What’s up motherfuckers.” Brows furrowing in confusion, you lifted your hand to your earbud and pulled it from your ear once again, hearing her voice from across the room but from your other earbud as well. No, there was no fucking way. All your questions were answered, though, as you glanced back down at your phone screen seeing a red character move around the game lobby along with Corpse’s, the gamer tag ‘Valkyrae’ floating just above it. Blinking hard at your screen trying to convince yourself that your eyes were lying to you, you slowly pulled your hand to cover your mouth in shock. How… How could you possibly not know they knew each other? With the way they spoke to each other in sarcastic comments, poking fun at the other it sounded like they were close too. Body finally catching up with your thoughts, you scrambled at your phone, shaky hands moving as quickly as they could to pull up your texts with Rae. Your fingers tapped furiously at the screen, anxious to get back to the live stream to listen in more but also needing to know what the fuck was going on.

TO my rae of sunshine: care to explain what the fuck is going on??! how the fuck do you know corpse husband?????!??!

“Oops sorry guys, guess I forgot to turn off my phone ringer-“ Staring up at the back of her head helplessly, you watched as she picked up her phone seeming to read out the text before bursting into a peal of laughter. Tossing a look at you over her shoulder, you looked back down at your phone bashfully, seeing the three loading dots in your message thread indicating that she was messaging you back.

my rae of sunshine: lol what about it? you gotta crush on him or something?

TO my rae of sunshine: …no

Hitting send you rushed back to the stream, anxious to see what Corpse was saying in response to Rae’s absence, not thinking anything about your brief conversation and thinking you would discuss it after she had logged off for the night. Though, as you heard her phone chime again from across the room followed by another bark of laughter, you knew you weren’t getting off that easy.

“What are you laughing about?” Corpse’s honeyed voice sounded from your earbud, hearing Rae’s giggles from what you presumed to be their discord voice chat. Glancing anxiously between his stream and the reflection of Rae’s face cam in one of her monitors, your heart began to sink as you watched that familiar mischievous grin tugging at the edge of her lips.

“Oh just my friend (Y/n) sent me a funny meme”

“Wait, is she the one in some of your Instagram posts?” You swear your heart stopped beating at that moment, eyes glued to the screen in front of you as you tried helplessly to process the conversation happening right in front of you. He knew who you were? You thought you’d always be lost among the hundreds of thousands of his new adoring fans, left in the anonymity of your Twitter tag in his subtweets, or just another subscriber that fawned over him silently behind a keyboard. Knowing that he’d actually seen your face you could feel your own beginning to heat at that moment; you brought your hands your mouth again, unknowingly curling your body tighter around the pillow in your lap as you tried to hide your face behind it as you become more and more flustered from the words nonchalantly escaping his mouth.

“Yea that’s her, pretty thing isn’t she? She’s my absolute favourite.”

That’s it, you were gonna fucking kill her.

“I mean, yeah... I guess..” The timid words followed by a soft awkward chuckle had your breath hitching in your throat. There was no fucking way this was happening. This had to be a dream, that was the only possible explanation. You were just about to pinch yourself when Rae’s voice startled you from your thoughts.

“She’s actually over right now. She insisted on getting wine drunk later tonight because her professor’s been on her ass lately. I’ll get her to come say hi.” Rae had barely turned around in her chair when she was met with your wide-eyed gaze, panic painted across your features as you shook your head wildly. You were in no state to be talking to your long-time internet crush in such a casual setting. But with the look Rae shot you from her chair as she started to plug another headset into her PC, you knew you had no choice and begrudgingly pulled yourself from the couch almost tripping over your own feet as you shakily walked over to Rae. Shooting her another pleading look, she only shoved the headset in your direction in return as she grinned up at you. Finally biting the bullet, you pulled on the headset and leaned down toward the mic.

“Hi, how’s it going?” Cursing at yourself for how quiet and shaky your words came out, you barely had any time to think it over before a chorus of greetings sounded through the headset. A small giggle escaped your lips as you watched the different Discord icons appear and disappear from the top of the screen. You knew most of these people already which made you even more confused as to how you managed to miss that voice from all the discord chats and voice calls. Well, knowing them was a bit of an overstatement anyway; you knew /of/ them, and they knew /of/ you in the other times you popped up in the background or in passing conversation during Rae’s streams. They did know you well enough, though, to know this was not the way you usually spoke around them.

“No way, that can’t be the (Y/N) I know!” The voice you recognize as Sean echoes through your headset, another chorus of knowing laughter following quickly after. Taking a deep breath you managed to force out a few words that would get them off your case.

“…Shut the fuck up”

“There she is!!” As the group erupted in laughter yet again, all you could focus on was the faint deep chuckle that resounded through your headset. Feeling your face start to heat up, you covered your wide grin with your hand as butterflies burst through your stomach; you could listen to that laugh all day. Before you were able to speak again, though, that heavenly voice piped up and wiped all train of thought from your mind.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you too Corpse. I gotta be honest ‘n say I’m a pretty big fan of your no-sleep work.” And... there’s the word vomit. Fuck, you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up with the ongoing realization of who you were talking to.

“Aha thank you, I uh really appreciate that. I’m sure you just heard, but I guess you could say I’m a fan of yours also.”

No.

No, there’s no fucking way.

Is he...

Flirting with you?

Before you could even think about what to reply to that with, the rest of the group beat you to it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is happening.”

“CORPSE! You SIMP!”

“Is- Is Corpse really shooting his shot right now?”

You didn’t realize you were frozen in place until you felt Rae’s hand on your elbow, snapping you out of your bewildered trance as you tried to comprehend what was happening yourself. As your thoughts finally caught up to the present, you could feel your cheeks start to burn; pulling your hand up to cover your face you stepped out of the view of the face cam. Rae’s laughter filled the room as she watched your flustered antics, shooting you a sly grin as she started scanning the monitor displaying her live chat.

“Wait, wait, chats telling me (y/n)’s blushing right now?” Sean’s voice echoed through the discord chat, only making you flush further as you tried desperately to find a way out of this.

“Okay, okay, leave her alone.” Corpse’s voice finally piped up amid all of the chaos causing everyone to immediately pipe down. God, you didn’t even want to begin to think of the mess this has already made, you just needed to get out of there before you caused any more damage.

“Yeah, I uh- see- see that the lobby’s full so I’ll just uh- leave you guys to it.” Quietly thanking the stars that Corpse finally got you out of this mess, you went to pull the headset off your ears when that fateful voice piped up again.

“Wait, don’t let these nerds make you leave. You should stay- I mean, only to help Rae y'know? She needs it.”

“I do not!”

“I- I mean yea sure, as long as I’m not intruding,” Cursing yourself again for stuttering before forcing yourself to swallow the knot in your throat, “I mean, she really does need the help.”

“Okay just because you want to flirt some more doesn’t mean you can bully me-“

“Okay, I’m starting the round!” The booming accented voice cut off everyone else in the call as you all stared as the screen began to count down to the game, and before anyone had the chance to say anything else a chorus of laughs resounded, and then the lobby fell into silence.

•••

And it went on like that, the not-so-subtle flirting followed by relentless jabs from the group immediately after. The game was almost forgotten with how much of each lobby was taken up by teasing words and endless laughter, but every audience was just eating it up. You didn’t even want to think about the mess social media was going to be after this stream but right now you were having fun with your friends and that’s all that mattered. The grin was practically plastered on your face as you laughed along with Rae the chat during the gameplay portions and you knew everything from this moment on was gonna be different, but you couldn’t find a single thing within you to care.

Especially when you logged onto Twitter right after the stream and saw that little message right at the top of your requests.

@.corpsehusband: wanna hear some of that no sleep work in person?

•••

beep bop here u go,

#corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse imagine #corpse husband imagine #corpse x you #corpse husband x you

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but-thats-its-own-love-story · 2 years

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Hoo boy okay so normally I would just gush in the tags about how a given scenario would play out with each of the OC F/O's it applies to, but that last one basically boiled down to me n' one F/O spoiling another F/O silly again. And as much as I like doing that, I recognize that it's probably more relatable to have your F/O's be the ones (relentlessly!) spoiling you, so in light of that...

Grab 2 F/O's who are affectionate, doting, optionally polyamorous, maybe a little stubborn, and so touch-starved they can barely contain themselves, and 1 totally exhausted and equally touch-starved S/I, all fresh from some physically strenuous activity, and meet me below the cut.

Sorry I've been away for a couple days. This took several hours to write, and I obviously had to take breaks, but this is easily the longest and most detailed imagine I've ever written, so much so that I actually threw it under a readmore for once. It's that long.

Disclaimer: This is very much gonna be a 'let yourself collapse in a heap and leave everything in your F/O's' very needy hands' type of scenario. I tend to avoid getting explicit to keep things comfy for me, but that aside this is a very physically intimate, completely over-the-top 2-on-1 care session. This sorta thing might be overwhelming by its nature alone (which is why I tend to prefer being the one doing the caring), so heads up if that's not your cup of tea.

F/O's are occasionally labeled "(A)" and "(B)" to make it easier to keep track of which F/O is currently holding you. Yeah.

One last thing: If anyone reads this and happens to prefer teaming up with an F/O to spoil another F/O as I would, there's a good chance I'll eventually rewrite this from that perspective too, but since this took a really long time to write this it might be a bit. I'll resume my regular selfship content in the mean time.

Whoa there,

you almost collapse from exhaustion,

but your F/O's each grab one of your arms and catch you.

You're already red from nearly overheating, so you somewhat hope they don't notice how red you just turned from both of them grabbing you at once...

...And they're both even redder now they totally noticed.

Did I mention all three of you are unbelievably touch-starved after... whatever physically strenuous thing you all just did together?

Yeah.

Now that they've made physical contact with you, it's all over.

They're gonna be all over you for the rest of the night...

Using the hands that are not currently supporting your weight,

they play rock-paper-scissors for the privilege of bridal carrying you home,

where they will no doubt spend the next several hours spoiling the living daylights out of you.

You're too tired to protest that perhaps they might also be physically exhausted and in need of care,

but they look so happy right now,

so you'll let them have this one.

...It seems their little competition has resulted in a stalemate after several identical attempts.

They both look at you with pretty eyes, each practically pleading with you to pick them please...

You pick the F/O you'd like to carry you (A),

but before the other one (B) can look too dejected,

you promise them as consolation that they get their pick for tonight's spooning positions.

They perk right back up.

Hey, it's only fair.

...With that, your feet touch ground for the last time tonight, as one F/O (B) lets go,

and you fall into the waiting arms of the other F/O (A), who promptly scoops you up and holds you close.

Your sweaty clothes are a little sticky,

but your F/O smells so good up close,

and you have a feeling you won't be wearing them much longer...

***

When you get home,

your F/O's look so pleased with themselves,

as if they've just won the grand prize in some contest,

and you're the trophy they're bringing home.

They carry you straight into the bathroom,

nearly forgetting to close the front door behind them in their urgency to touch more of you.

The F/O not currently holding you (B) shucks off their own clothes and begins undressing you.

Once the've taken off all they can access, the other F/O (A) begrudgingly hands you over to them and slips off the rest of your clothes before finally disrobing themself.

The skin-on-skin contact causes both of you to exhale deeply,

and you shiver a little,

and take a deep breath of this F/O's scent too.

They both smell so good its not fair...

...Meanwhile the two of them are trying not to freak out because you also smell very good, and none of you are currently wearing clothes.

Of course none of you are willing to admit this,

at least partially because you're all very sweaty,

and each of you probably thinks they smell not-so-great after that physically strenuous thing you all just got back from.

But the long, sensual shower you're all about to take together will fix that,

and make you all smell even better.

***

The first F/O (A) is looking a little lonely over there,

so the F/O currently holding you (B) slips you back into their arms,

and you experience the head rush of skin-on-skin contact all over again with them (A),

while the recently-S/I-bereft F/O (B) turns on the water, adjusting it to just the right temperature,

then steps in first.

Your current holder (A) hands you off again.

This is going to be a running theme tonight...

...The water feels soft and rhythmic as it falls on your skin.

This is probably because your seemingly insatiable touch starvation has rendered you hyper sensitive,

almost unbearably so.

And its about to get worse in the best possible way...

The other F/O (A) steps in after the two of you, and grabs your preferred body wash.

They squirt some on their hands,

and a little directly onto you for good measure,

then glide their slippery hands up and down your every curve and contour.

Chills follow their hands along your spine,

and spread to your limbs as they lather and caress you.

You wriggle from the overwhelming sensation,

but the F/O carrying you (B) holds firm,

rendering you weightlessly helpless against the former F/O's (A) slippery ministrations,

until its their turn to dote on you.

They return you to the other F/O's (A) soapy arms,

and whisper "Close your eyes, Love."

When you do, you smell your favorite shampoo fragrance mingling softly with the scent of your preferred body wash,

and you know what's coming next...

Your eyes roll back behind your eyelids as their hands fold gently into your hair...

massage your scalp...

slip behind your ears...

and ever-so-lightly scratch the back of your neck...

This time you stay perfectly still,

all but immobilized by the stimulation,

but chills run down your spine and through your limbs regardless.

You feel the soft, rhythmic pulse of the water grow slightly stronger as your F/O (B) grabs the shower hose and begins rinsing the lather from your hair,

then gradually works their way down, moving slow and close along the rest of you,

and lingering just a little longer on the sensitive places where the water pressure makes you gasp...

Meanwhile the F/O holding you (A) is paying extra close attention to which of your muscles tense as they adjust their grip...

They'll make mental note of that for a little bit later...

***

When you open your eyes,

you see both your F/O's' faces deeply flushed,

and not just from the shower...

Your face probably has a similar glow, judging by their lovestruck expressions...

...You know they're not even close to done with you,

but you insist on giving them just a little attention,

before their relentless affection renders you too drowsy to move or think coherently...

You reach for the shampoo from your F/O (B)...

Surely they won't mind if they end up smelling like you...

...They bow their head...

and with the support of the other F/O (A),

you do your best to send them to their own little slice of heaven,

even if it's only a fraction of what you felt at their touch...

The soft whimpers the strokes of your fingers elicit from them suggest otherwise, however...

...You take up the spray hose,

and rinse the lather down their back.

They visibly shiver.

The F/O holding you (A) is getting understandably weak in the knees from watching the act of intimacy you just committed, and knowing it's their turn next...

They hand you off and eagerly bow their head in anticipation.

A few sweet moments later, both your F/O's are somehow even redder than before,

but they're just getting started...

***

You'd think they'd get tired of holding you by this point...

...Well maybe that's a little true.

Rather than drying you off as expected,

the F/O you've most recently doted on (A) begins to fill the soaking tub.

You're gonna turn into S/I-flavored pudding at this rate...

...They've got you right where they want you...

...The F/O carrying (B) you slides you into the tub, easing you gingerly into to the steamy water...

Your limbs, already slack from the suspended body soaping you recently received, go completely limp and float weightlessly,

your head, just above the water level, rests languidly against the smooth sloped porcelain of the tub's inclined surface.

Your eyes however, unlike your limbs, are ever-so-heavy...

Each time they close...

It gets harder and harder to open them again...

Through increasingly hazy glimpses,

you see your F/O's towel off...

and change into loose, comfy clothes...

Then the heat goes to your head...

your eyes stay closed...

and things get a little fuzzy...

You feel yourself drifting in and out...

No thoughts...

Just the smell of your just-washed hair...

the muffled sounds of your F/O's doing something in the other room...

their periodic footfalls and adoring sighs as they come check on you, and linger to admire you, respectively...

The room growing suddenly darker, then a faint glow behind your eyelids...

Until at last you are roused from your steamy reverie,

by your F/O (B) gathering and tying back your hair.

***

When you open your eyes,

you see the room lit with several candles,

and the other F/O (A) wheeling in a small cart with a covered tray.

You cannot be serious...

...They lift the cover to reveal one of your favorite home-cooked meals.

It smells good...

...Your mouth falls open in disbelief,

and is promptly met with a forkful of food from the F/O who has just finished with your hair (B).

Your surprise is rather instantly dispelled by how amazing it tastes,

and you don't exactly have the strength to feed yourself right now,

so you cave,

gulp down your mouthful,

lick the fork clean,

and without any further hesitation,

open wide for another bite.

Your F/O's are all but beaming at your unexpectedly easy cooperation.

They certainly don't keep you waiting,

feeding you forkful after heaping forkful of the home-cooked meal so good you can practically taste the love they put in.

You savor every last bite.

***

When you're finished with dinner,

and maybe a couple deserts,

The F/O who was feeding you (B) wipes your face clean with a napkin,

then the other F/O (A) slips behind you and hovers a sleep mask over your eyes.

You nod in consent and close them,

then feel the soft silk submerge you in pleasantly warm darkness.

You feel both of your F/O's hoist your limp body from the now lukewarm bath water,

and set you down on a familiar surface...

It's padded with gel-filled cushions,

and draped in a fluffy terry-cloth sheet.

You sigh deeply...

They've been waiting all day for this...

You'd be lying if you said you weren't too...

...You feel your neck being propped up with a small cushion...

Your limbs being spread into an accessible position...

the featherlight touch of a cloth hand towel wicking away any remaining bath water...

And then,

you smell your favorite oil or lotion warming in your F/O's' hands.

You take a deep, deep breath...

and submit to the most meticulous,

totally relentless,

incomprehensibly thorough full-body deep tissue massage from both of your F/O's simultaneously.

Every facet and crevice coated to a slippery sheen...

Every sore muscle, knot, or sensitive spot they noticed earlier flushed, kneaded, and assuaged with perfect depth of pressure...

Every joint and vital point stretched and stimulated until pain gives way to pleasure,

then a calm so deep you barely notice when they turn you over to do it all over again...

Your mind and body at total ease...

Both only aware of your F/O's' touch,

and you're positively swimming in it...

The care with which they dress you for bed...

The slippery soft texture of your pajamas sliding onto your limbs...

The weightlessness of being carried to bed, like levitating,

and the weight of your weighted heating blanket enveloping you completely...

Your F/O's surrounding you in the promised F/O's (B) desired spooning positions...

(Bet it was totally worth it...)

...Leaving you with just enough consciousness to receive their worship in one last bedtime ritual:

Goodnight kisses...

***

"Deep breath in, Love," one F/O (A) whispers...

Your breaths are already pretty slow and deep at this point,

but you breathe from your diaphragm,

inhale through your nose,

and hold it, in baited anticipation...

"You are cherished," the other F/O (B) whispers in your other ear.

You shiver.

"And all the way out," the first F/O (A) whispers.

You exhale through your mouth,

then your F/O (A) kisses you so deeply,

it takes your breath away...

Mmm...

Their lips taste tangy, like candied fruit...

..."And in," whispers the other F/O (B).

You inhale.

"You are safe," whispers the first (A).

You shiver again,

this time it spreads through your whole body.

"And out," whispers the other (B).

You exhale,

Then taste the other F/O's kiss.

It's sweet, like honey.

It mingles with the first's taste.

..."You are ours," they whisper in stereo.

Your hair stands on end.

"And you're mine," you whisper back, without hesitation.

"Forever."

You feel them each grab one of your hands,

and they both cuddle up to you close.

You give each of their hands a gentle squeeze,

let out a deep, contented sigh that makes both of them shiver,

and dissolve into blissful oblivion in your lovers' secure embrace...

#Imagine Your F/O #Selfship Imagines #Selfshipping #This is probably the longest one I've ever written

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virtual-luvr · 3 years

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Attention

Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Pronouns: none used, gn

Content: like one curse word, fluff, kissing, pining, Hawks needing attention

Description: you better give this man attention before he dies

Note: paRT TWO FINALLY POGCHAMP. This is long overdue, im so sorry. I remember someone wanted me to tag them so ill em here :D @urlocalchangeling

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Part one is here

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Your pencil hit the white paper, the scratching being the only thing you hear throughout the whole room.

Well besides the rustling of a certain someones on your bed.

"Keigo, stop that please"

A groan emits from beneath the sheets and Hawks head pops up from underneath them.

"Im just trynna get comftorable sweet heart" His speech is slurred and his eyes are droopy. Almost completely closed and he wasnt even looking in the direction you were facing.

It was honestly a little bit funny.

You let out a small sigh, surprised hes even trying to sleep since its daytime.

"I have work bubbas, why are you even trying to sleep its daytime. You're ruining your own schedule."

"Well you aren't paying attention to me so I guess I'll just do what I like most" He says in a matter of a fact tone.

After that he huffs and pulls the blanket on top of him once again. His red wings peaking out a little, some of the feathers falling onto the ground.

The wind picked up through the open window in the room and some of the feathers flew up. The winding guiding them slowly, one even falling on your desk.

Picking it up the red color of the feather shined brightly and vibrant.

The feather suddenly gets a mind of its own and tickles your face, nose scrunched up you look back at where you last saw Keigo.

Son of a bitch layed there with a smirk on his face, sun shining on his face perfectly, illuminating his features and his eyes feeling like their piercing through you.

"Stop distracting me, I have to do this work, ill give you attention later okay?"

"Please just take a small break and give me some attention" He elongates his word and his voice goes up a pitch.

"Keigo, no"

"Keigo, yes"

And with that your ass is now out of your chair and you're in the middle of the room, Keigo hugging you tightly. Wings wrapped around you and Keigo nestling into the nape of your neck.

The movement of all of that was so swift and fast you barelt noticed when Keigo brought you out of your seat.

Without thinking he leaves a small kiss where his head was placed. The moment felt so intimate, even if your relationship was only platonic at the moment.

Of course, everyone else around you had noticed the pining that you both had for eachother. But neither of you said a word about it, a silent confirmations that it wouldn't be talked about for as long as possible.

But you can't really ignore it as much anymore.

You try to push away the butterflies in your stomach, his breath making it incredibly difficult when it hit your skin.

The sounds of his wings flapping brought you back to Earth. Hawks breath becoming a little bit shaky and he hugs you tighter.

Your hands held on to nothing and that probably made Keigo feel ignored.

Instantly you hug him back once you notice the sudden change in his demeanor.

Breath stilled, his wings and muscles no longer tensed up.

Pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his head, you smile and give him a big bear hug.

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Later on in the day you sat with your laptop once again. Since last time you werent very productive because of a certain someone.

Instead of at a desk this time you sat yourself somewhere that could give you more room to work with.

So living room it is !

The couch was comfy and soft and curhsioned well enough that you wouldnt hurt your back or anything if you stayed for long.

After your little 'moment' and hang out with Keigo he took a nap. So you took that opportunity and started doing work while he was out cold.

After an hour or so you had almost finished all your work and you were ready to get some rest.

That was until a sneaky bird man decided he wanted more attention. This time more impatient then the last.

He really woke up and chose violence.

The comftorable silence in the living room is gone as soon as you heart the thudding of Keigo's feet hitting the floor and running out of the room he was sleeping in.

"Hey, did you sleep we-"

Laptop has been taken away from you once again and this time Keigo makes it so hes on your lap instead.

When you look down his face is smushed into your stomach, somewhat, comftorably and his body is draped over the long sofa.

His arms hug your waist and he just sits there, eyes closing again and its almost like he was about to fall asleep again right then and there.

"Keigo what the hell"

"Shut up i got lonely"

"I was almost done with my work-"

"Yeah yeah whatever, cuddle me"

He moves his head so he can look at you and he glares at you when you dont pay attention to him.

You look to the side for one split second and suddenly Hawks grabs your face so he can make sure your giving him all tthe attention.

Both of you stared at one another for what felt like longer then it should have, the sheepishness you felt at the moment did not go unnoticed by Keigo.

He only gives you a stare full of love, his eyes left nothing but adoration for you. You didnt know it in that moment but yours did as well.

You both lean in hesitantly before going into a short, but passionate kiss.

Breaking off the kiss Keigo mutters a sentence that makes you roll your eyes in, fake, annoyance; "so can i get your attention now?"

[1006 words; Jan 15, 2021]

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g4rous · 3 years

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Sunlit memories (Garou x Reader)

tags: fem! Reader, no warnings lol, this is just the first chapter a.k.a the introduction

words: 1.1k

notes: ok so this is the first chapter of the series that I plan to write, so pls feel free to give me some feedback on this and whether you like it and should I continue :'0 💕 Thanks a lot for any kind of support ee 💗

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Chapter one

Playful footsteps scattered across the freshly-cut grass, followed by a few equally spirited barks. Whether the small chocolate-colored dog was chasing the ball or the children lay undetermined, nonetheless they all seemed amused. A mother stood next to the gleeful dog owner, both exchanging chuckles and commenting on how adorable the sight in front of them is. Above them dozens of birds filled the air with a familiar amicable tune, as if the soothing music coming from a nearby café wasn’t enough. The park was never lonely, yet so pleasant at the same time. All those chirps, chatters and noises were like an extra spark, and frankly it’d be rather uncanny if it weren’t for them and the pastel sky above, radiant with soft hues. Cases where belligerent monsters ruined the harmony were rare, although enough to cause one to succumb to unease. Be that as it may, people always push through it and find a reason to enjoy the now sunlit park.

Though, while it was interesting to observe the scenery it wasn’t quite what you were looking for. Fiddling with the pencil in your hand, you stared displeased at the blank page of your sketchbook.

“Why isn’t there anything interesting today?” you pondered, eyes impatiently shifting over the scenery.

Almost every day for the past few weeks you’ve been sitting at this very bench, looking out for something eye-catching to draw. It’s funny how you coincidentally came across your now daily go-to place, a surprisingly comfy wooden bench underneath two large oaks, their treetops creating enough shade for another twenty people. Luckily you had your own peace there without anyone bothering you.

“Hmm… Maybe I just don’t feel like drawing people?”

After a small sigh you leaned against your hand and looked up at the treetops. The sky turned golden already, painting the leaves in shades of olive and amber. Your eyes steadily trailed down to the path next to the old oaks, now noticing a small patch of lilies that with their vivid hues and delicate form drew you in almost immediately.

“Huh. Maybe I should just go for something simple and quick?”

Well, that was what you though right before something else caught your eye. Someone to be exact. A few meters away a rather peculiar-looking guy sat on a bench. He leaned against the bench leisurely while folding his arms, his tight black shirt complementing his muscular built. His gaze was relaxed, albeit alert, and his features were sharp. Sunlight peeked on his wild, silver hair, coloring it with subtle sandy hues almost matching with the golden in his eyes.

Now, if this didn’t give you inspiration then what did? And here you thought you’d be drawing those lilies. You sighed in content, stretching your arms for a few seconds before you got to work. Subtly glancing at his direction from time to time, you had already outlined the portrait. Though, truth be told, he had such a pretty face you were trying not to stare at one point.

“What are you doing?”

You didn’t even manage to let go of your pencil before an unknown voice jolted you out of your thoughts. Much to your bewilderment you looked up to see that same man now only half a meter away, glaring at you.

“Well shit.”

Should you apologize or straight up act like you weren’t just secretly drawing some random person? Or better yet, how the hell is that same person in front of you right now? You were embarrassed as much as you were confused and to make things worse the drawing wasn’t even in your sketchbook anymore.

“Are you a hero or something? I don’t remember seeing you anywhere.” the man asked, shifting his gaze from the drawing in his hand to you.

“Hey when did you take that?!” you finally spoke, an apology being far from your mind at the moment.

On one hand it could be legitimate since you didn’t ask for permission to draw him in the first place, but on the other… What kind of punk would just rip the piece out like that?

“If you’re some c-class dunce trying to gather info on me with this-“, he grinned, still analyzing the art piece “-you’re gonna be sorry pretty soon.”

“Dude I’m not a hero.”

“Wait, what?”

That threatening, cocky grin of his from a moment ago dissipated into thin air like it was nothing, but your confused expression on the other hand only grew bigger. Was he serious?

A soft shade of pink made its way to his face for a brief moment, to which you almost chuckled.

“So you’re seriously not a hero?”

“Um, no..?”

“Your luck.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” He headed the opposite direction of you, drawing still in hand.

“Ahh so… can I get that back now please?” you walked behind him, surprised he’s oh so casually trying to leave the scene after such odd behavior.

“Nope, sorry.”

“Aw what, why??”

“Let’s just say it isn’t convenient for me at the moment to have that lying around wherever,” he put both hands in his pockets, “plus I didn’t say you could draw me did I?”

Now your face turned red in embarrassment again. He was right… Though, you still couldn’t help but wonder who this strange guy is. While tearing that drawing out of your valued sketchbook didn’t make for the best first impression, his demeanor wasn’t really belligerent either.

“Ah, sorry about that… However I must say it wasn't polite to take the drawing away like that either.”

His eyes slightly widened in embarrassment before turning away his face again.

"Eh..."

"Don't worry about it though," you smiled for a moment, "I guess it was just a weird misunderstanding or something."

Your eyes shifted on the path you were walking on, already dim because of the now darker sky, “if I may ask, is someone like… searching for you or something?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he glanced back at you, “why are you still following me anyway!? Just go home it’s getting dark.”

“Well, this is the way I take in order to get back home so you can’t really complain,” you smiled to his mild annoyance.

The night sky engulfed the city by now, leaving behind a tranquil atmosphere. Nonetheless, compared to the center of the city, your street wasn’t as bustling. Light shone from the surrounding apartments and lamp posts, and the only sounds present were from the neighbors’ TV’s or the occasional car passing by, much in contrast with the city’s center and night life.

You didn’t ask many more questions as you walked, despite the faint haze in your mind. The man obviously wasn’t too chatty, yet alone keen on sharing any personal details. Be as it may, much to your surprise what you thought would be an awkward walk was actually somewhat refreshing. Hell, you even let out a laugh or two together. Who would’ve thought the on-first-glance intimidating teen is pleasant to be around? Or, well, at least you thought of it like that. In any case way better than walking through those dark alleys alone.

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inthehytes · 2 years

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If you’re still doing prompts,🚪 (showing up at the other's door, begging for comfort) for icethia? In love with how you write them! ❤️

Icethia my heart 🥺💗 for reference I’m setting this in the mob au that I have for bratpack/icethia!

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Icesis frowns when the sound of someone knocking on her door rings through the empty apartment. She wasn’t expecting anyone, hadn’t yet put in her dinner order she’d been planning since lunch. She rises from her chair, grabbing her gun from its hiding spot and makes her way carefully to the door. She eases up to the peephole and almost laughs when she sees Pythia standing on the other side. She wasn’t expecting them but by the upset look on their face it was clear they needed her. She stows her gun away in a rush and opens the door right as Pythia was lifting their hand to knock again.

“Pyth? Baby? What are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be having dinner with your parents tonight?” She asks, peeking around the younger in case their parents had tagged along.

“Supposed to but we got in a fight,” they rasp, sounding like they’d been yelling before the tears had started to fall.

“Oh,” Icesis breathes, ushering them in immediately and helping them out their shoes and coat. “Come lay down with me, yeah?”

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. I know we weren't supposed to hang out tonight.” Pythia starts to apologize but quickly gets shushed by Icesis.

“No apologies, you’re welcome here anytime whether or not I’m here. Now come here baby.” Icesis draws them into her arms, leaning against the arm of the couch as she lets them bury their face in her shoulder and cry. She rubs their back dutifully, humming under her breath for a bit.

“Do you want to talk about it? Or we can eat our weight in pasta and forget it ever happened. Whatever you want.” Icesis offers once Pythia’s calmed down for the most part. She’s scratching her nails gently along Pythia’s back content under their warm weight.

“Can we have breadsticks too?” Pythia whispers, tilting their chin up to stare at Icesis with wide eyes. Icesis huffs a little laugh, nodding as she fishes her phone from the pocket of her sweats.

“Go get changed into comfy clothes while I order baby then we’ll decide on something to watch.” Icesis sends them off with a pat to the hip and a kiss to their temple.

She’s just finishing the order when Pythia comes back, tucking back into her side with a contented hum. Icesis bundles them closer and pockets her phone as she tilts their head up to kiss them. Pythia smiles happily into it, grabbing at Icesis’ hips to press impossibly closer.

“Thank you for this, I just ran from the restaurant and didn’t know where else to go. All I wanted was you.” Pythia’s voice is quiet when they break apart, Icesis kissing the tip of their nose and each of their cheeks.

“I’m always going to be here for you Pyth, whenever and wherever you need me. I love you.” She smiles, stroking the line of their jaw with her thumb.

“I love you too Ice. I think I love your sweaters more though.”

“See if those sweaters buy you more lasagna than you can eat then.”

#icethia #icesis couture #Pythia #drabbles #Drabble #my writing

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imagintheworldaway · 3 years

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Secrets

Anonymous asked: Could you do one of Harry and fem. reader where she’s also a big youtuber, she’s secretly dating Harry and goes with him all the time to the sidemen shoots to just help around BTS and is also spends time with Harry just talking to him, cuddling or just checking up on him and the fans see her in the background of someone’s ig story and freak out cause they find out that they’re dating? Hopefully that made somewhat of a sense. Thanks!

A/N I hope I got this right! it was so fun to write something more cuddly! I'm still accepting requests!

Being a YouTuber was not part of my plan. Succeeding and becoming the most subscribed to female YouTuber from the UK was defiantly not part of the plan. Finding the love of my life at such a young age who also shared my passion and love for the community was just a huge bonus that came with my life style.

My relationship with Harry had been going on for just under 18 months, all of our friends knew but we had yet to tell our fans, following in JJ’s footsteps and wishing to keep out private lives more of a secret. Well our love lives at least. We relished in our moments together, secret pictures, holidays we took to small islands and unknown places just to spend time together. We had been so careful and thus far it had all paid off for us.

I was helping with the new Sidemen Sunday video, the price is correct or what ever they decide to call it. we were on set and I was just there to help around with all the little bits since their assistant was off sick. Plus it was a prime excuse to spend time with Harry.

“Y/N can you grab me a bottle of water?” Vik asked from on set whilst the cameras weren’t rolling. “Yes boss” I said saluting him, grabbing a water and bringing it on set. “You know what, I’m not surprised your assistant is sick of you” I giggled as I handed over the water. “We’re not that bad, could be getting you to run around like a head less chicken but think bog would kill us” Ethan commented earning a laugh from Harry.

“Awe how sweet” I smiled moving so I was on the other side of Harrys podium.”so glad you’re protecting me from these big mean men” I teased at my boyfriend, causing a light blush to grace his cheeks. “Yh well, need to protect you, you seen these lads? They’re mental, and that’s when they’re sober” Harry commented waving his arms around gesturing at the lads causing me to giggle. “You’re so silly” I smiled at my boyfriend as I leant on his podium a little looking at the shot glass and grabbing the white board pen, drawing a tiny heart in the corner of his board.

Harry pouted at the drawing “I’m going to have to rub that out now, or everyone will think I’ve gone soppy” he grabbed the white board eraser and removed my drawing. “There’s nothing wrong with being soppy with your girlfriend” I shot back at him. “5 minutes guys” Kon shouted from behind the cameras. “Best go back to being your assisted Mr Lewis” I wiggled my eyebrows at my boyfriend. “Well I need you to come here” Harry said his hands on the edge of the podium. I leant on the structure as Harry leant down and gave me a kiss. “I hope you don’t treat all of your assistants like that” I teased him, straightening the hood of his jumper out so it wasn’t all clumped up. “Only the fit ones” he smiled at me. “30 seconds, Y/N off set” Kon called.

I waved goodbye to my boyfriend as he pouted at me, quickly turning that pout into a smile as the signal for the cameras to turn on was given. The shoot went really well with Harry winning an array of items but ultimately loosing out on the big prize of going to Dubai. I watched the whole thing, with crew phones not being allowed on set I didn’t have much more to do, but it was entertaining.

I walked up to the boys as time was called. “We are not keeping that pig” I laughed as I got a frown from harry. “Its so ugly babe, plus it won’t fit in your apartment” I commented looking the structure up and down. “That’s why he’s staying at yours” Harry smiled at me. I shook my head giggling at him , there was no way that thing was even coming close to my house.

We bid farewell to all of the guys and made our way back to my apartment as it was ironically closer to the studio than Harry and Cals place. As soon as we were back at mine I finally turned on my phone as Harry flopped down on my sofa reaching out for me. I giggled and straddled his legs, nuzzling into his neck until I heard my phone go off furiously with all my missed notifications. I tried to ignore the constant buzzing by snuggling deeper into Harrys chest, his arms wrapped my waist and his fingers playing with the end of my hair. After around 15 minutes of trying to just relax with Harry and my phone still not giving up I decided to lean up and grab my device. Earning a groan from Harry as the warmth of my body was no longer leaning on him. I was met with texts from Talia, Gee, Elz, Freya and mentions from fans about Simons instagram story. I leant up further so that I was sitting on Harrys lap and furrowed my eyebrows. “What’s on Simons story?” I questioned and after a second of though ultimately receiving a shrug from my boyfriend. I cocked my head, a sign to elaborate. “My phone died when we got to the studio I have no clue, just come back and lets nap” he whined for my touch. I rolled my eyes and went onto Simons instagram. After clicking through a few stories I saw one from the shoot today and quite clearly in the background see me leaning on Harrys podium with him leaning down and kissing me. I gasped at the story and instantly spun my phone around for Harry to see. He leant up onto his elbows and squinted at the photo before his eyes went wide realising the image he was seeing. It was obviously me as you could see my hair and figure quite clearly, even if I was only in my comfy clothes on set today, my fans know me too well.

“We were so careful” I whispered feeling so defeated that such a simple mistake by an unknowing friend was the grand reveal of our relationship. “Bloody Simon” Harry said through gritted teeth, reaching for his charging phone and I can only presume he was about to chew out his friend. “Hey babe, it’s ok” I said grabbing Harrys face so that he was looking at me and not focusing on his phone. “Well looks like our secrets out” Harry whispered looking back at me with eyes that said ‘I’m so sorry, my mates are idiots’. “Best confirm It then I guess?” I suggested smirking at Harry, there was no way of us avoiding this now, this comment received a nod from Harry. He sat up with me still straddling his chest. I took a screenshot of Simons story and zoomed in on Harry and I. I popped it on my instagram story with the caption ‘secrets out I guess thanks @miniminter ;)’. Then I took a cute selfie of Harry and I in our current positions on the sofa and added that to my story, tagging him and adding little love heart emojis to the picture. Soon floods of messages came in from twitter, instagram and even reddit with people claiming they knew all along and how they were happy for us.

“At least we can go out in public properly together, I finally get to show off my gorgeous girlfriend to the world” Harry smirked at me rubbing his hands up and down my sides.

“Looks like we are the new it couple now” I smiled at harry showing him the positive reaction we were getting. “Oo I can do so many more videos now, thanks for the new content” I giggled at him before he engulfed me in a hug, smashing our lips together shutting me up. “God I love you”

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