#idk it was a dumb idea n i went with it

[lilac-melody]

Wondering if I should make a little oneshot about first kisses...

[troublcmakcrs]

//why are you booing him? he's right

[vxlvted]

How do you think angry sex with Chris would go? Like, after a fight, maybe a jealousy fit? We all know he is hella respectful, but I truly believe in this case his mouth is spitting fire. The degradation is on another level, he'd say and do the most messed up shit. Of course, afterwards, he would be a puddle to your feet.

Jealous

synopsis: Chan seems to think you and Jisung are a little too close.. and he gets a little jealous…

tags: smut, afab!reader, possessive (lowkey kinda toxic chan i think. idk but he’s very possessive), degradation, unprotected sex

a/n: idk what to think of this? I lowkey hate it lol, but let me know what you think!

You, Jisung, Minho, and Chan are hanging out in Jisung and Minho’s shared dorm. You’re currently curled up on the floor near the coffee table, practically leaning into Jisung as the two of you share a ridiculous story from when you went out to eat earlier that week. His hand brushes your arm while he mimics someone’s voice and you double over laughing.

Across the room, Chan watched. He’s sat on the couch, one ankle resting on his opposite knee, jaw tight, arm sling over the back like he’s comfortable—but he’s not. His eyes flick to you, then to Jisung, then back to you again.

Your laughter is too.. free. Jisung is sat way too close. And you haven’t looked in Chan’s direction once in the past ten minutes.

He tells himself it’s nothing. You love him, not Jisung. But the way that you tilt your head at him with that soft smile, it stabs at something hot and unsettling in his chest.

You finally—finally—glance over to him. Chan’s gaze doesn’t waver. The look in his eyes is a little darker than usual, hooded and unreadable, but you don’t comment on it. You just offer a soft smile before standing up.

“I’ll be right back,” you say, the words directed more towards Jisung than him, as you head your way down the hall towards the bathroom.

The second the door closes behind you, Chan pushes himself to stand and quietly slips out of the room following right behind you. You’re halfway though washing your hands when there’s a soft knock on the door. “…It’s me.” comes Chan’s voice.

You blink, staring at the closed door.

“Can you let me in?”

Your stomach flips, you unlock the door and crack it open. Chan doesn’t wait, he pushes inside and shuts in behind him, and it locks with a click.

“What the hell was that?”

You narrow your eyes, “What was what?”

Chan scoffs, “You two were all over eachother. What the fuck was that about?”

You roll your eyes, “He’s just being nice.” Chan stops in his tracks, jaw clenched, eyes dark.

“Don’t play dumb with me. I know what you were trying to do.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not allowed to laugh with our friends? Am I supposed to sit around with my head down so no one gets the wrong idea?”

“I’m not stupid. You were flirting with him.” Chan whisper-yells, keeping his voice low so that the two in the living room don’t hear him.

“I wasn’t even flirting. You’re just being insecure,”

In one second he closed the space between you two, hand gripping your jaw firmly, tilting your face so you had no choice but to meet his furious gaze.

“I’m not being insecure, but if that’s what you think, fine. But don’t you dare act like you didn’t know what you were doing in there.”

You inhale sharply as your back hits the counter. “Chan..”

He bites his lip, “I just want you to remember who you belong to.” His mouth crashes onto yours before you can even think of a response, a mix of anger, frustration and desperation. His hands grip your hips, backing you into the counter and lifting you onto the counter like you weigh nothing.

“You want attention so bad?” He hissed against your mouth, “You’re gonna get it. Every. Fucking. Inch of it.”

You gasp against his lips as the cool marble meets the backs of your thighs and he swallows it greedily. His hands are already under your shirt, skimming your waist, pressing your bodies closer.

“You think I didn’t notice the way he looked at you?” he mutters against your mouth, dragging your shirt over your head. “The way you leaned into him?”

Your jeans are gone before you even realize he’s unbuttoned them, you tug at his shirt in retaliation, teeth grazing his jaw as he yanks it over his head and throws it somewhere behind him.

One hand slips between your legs as his mouth trails down your neck, teeth grazing your skn. You squirm beneath his hands, heat pooling fast and thick into your stomach.

You’re whimpering when his hand slips under the elastic of your panties and his fingers rub against you slick folds. He smirks against your neck. “That’s right. Only I get to touch you like this, make you this wet.”

“You like making me jealous, don’t you?” he growls. “You like when I lose control over you.”

You shake your head, breath ragged as you try and grind your hips against his fingers. “I don’t—I wasn’t trying—“ You cut yourself off with a moan as he presses one finger into you. You pull him closer by the front of his hoodie to try and connect you lips again.

Chan groans in response, deep and desperate. “You’re mine,” he grits out, finger quickly thrusting in and out of you, curling every so often to hit that one spot. “Say it.”

His words were filthy and his tone was mean. You let out a strangled moan, “Yours.. I’m yours.” you whisper. But the sudden loss of his fingers as he slides them out of you makes you whine, hips instinctively changing his hand.

You barely have anytime to catch your breath when you feel him slide into you and you grip his shoulder with a loud moan.

“That’s it. Louder.”

You let out chocked moans and whimpers of his name again and again, tears begin to run down your cheeks and your voice cracks as he thrusts into you with a ruthless rhythm. “Look at you,” he groans, lifting a hand to gently wipe your tears away. “So needy for me now.”

You bite your lip when you feel his tip graze onto your sweet spot, tucking your head down to his shoulder. His fingers tangle in your hair to pull your head back up.

“Don’t hide now, baby. You wanted this. Acting like a brat all night so that i’ll fuck you like this, yeah?” You shakily nod against his neck in response.

He gives a sharp tug that pulls a loud moan from your lips. So much for trying to be quiet, there’s no way they didn’t hear that, but at the moment, you couldn’t care less.

He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Good girl. Let everyone hear you, baby.” His voice send a shiver down your spine. He shifts slightly, adjusting your legs so that your thighs are wrapped tightly around his waist. The new angle has him driving harder and deeper into you, and you can help but grind your hips down against him, desperate to meet every thrust.

His hand grips your hips, holding you in place like he’s afraid you’d disappear. Every thrust is rough, angry, desperate. He makes you feel every word, every breath.

You voice starts to falter a bit and your legs tremble around him. “You gonna cum for me?” he groans into your ear, “Cum on my dick baby, c’mon.”

You let out a moan and your body trembles with your release. Chan keeps thrusting into you as your legs fall slack around him, no longer able to hold themselves up. “Please—too much.” You whine as your nails dig into his arms. “Chan—“

“You can take it. Just a little more.” He grunts. Each snap of his hips sending an overwhelming wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. You feel the pace of his hips falter against you and his voice cracks with each hushed moan that escapes his lips.

“Fuck. I’m so close-“ he breathes. You lean in, pressing your lips to his in a desperate kiss, the two of you swallowing each moan that escapes each others lips.

“Come inside me.. please,” You whimper against his lips. Chan lets out a strained grunt in response, his thrusts growing faster, more desperate as he chases his own pleasure. One hand drops between your bodies, and his fingers rub at your clit in harsh, relentless circles. The overstimulation makes your breath hitch and you cry out as you feel another climax quickly building.

His hips still, and you feel him twitch inside you as spurts of warm cum begin to coat your walls. The sensation of him releasing inside you sends you spiraling all over, and your climax crashes over you as your legs tremble against the counter.

There’s a long silence filled with nothing other but the sound of your heavy breathing. Then you feel his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you close.

“I.. You know I didn’t mean that right?” Chan murmurs into your neck, voice hoarse and wrecked with emotion. “I was just…fuck. I was jealous. I’m sorry. I took it out on you, and I shouldn’t have.”

You don’t answer right away, your body still trembling. You finger find their way into his hair, gently threading through the strands. “I know,” you whisper. “But really, I wasn’t trying to do anything.”

He pulls back enough just to look at you, guilt flooding his eyes. “I know, I know. I just.. the thought of anyone even looking at you like that, touching you..” He trails off, jaw clenching as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“It messes with my head.” He admits softly, “But it’s not your fault. I just can’t lose you. Even though I know the kids would never.. the thought of someone else even trying just—I’m sorry.”

“You’re not gonna lose me.” Your voice is a bit hoarse, but there’s no hesitation in it. The reassurance seems to calm him a bit and he nods. He finally pulls out, breathing still a bit shaky. His fingers lazily trace your thigh as he watches, completely hypnotized as a slow, messy is of both yours and his cum begins to slowly drip out of you and down onto the counter.

“Fuck..” he mutters, low and gravelly, thumb brushing your inner thigh, almost in awe. “Look at that…”

You chest still rises and falls with each shaky breath you take as you glance down than back up to watch as he steps away and grabs some tissue for you (and to clean the counter).

You smirk, “You think Jisung will be mad that we fucked in his bathroom?”

Chan lets out a breathy laugh and his eyes flicker to yours. He leans forward, kissing your collarbone.

“Oops,” he murmurs, voice low and smug and clearly not sorry in the slightest.

“It’s no secret, i’m sure they heard,” His words send a flush down your neck. “I’ll just turn the fan on when we leave.”

You laugh, quiet and breathlessly, taking the tissue he offers you to clean yourself up while he cleans the counter.

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[kxsagi]

Hiiii, this is my first request here :3

Theres this trend where two parents tell their kid that they can go into the bathroom and swear as much as they want? (Idk how to explain but I thought it was funny) with Bachira, Kaiser and Shidou + others please❤ [You don't have to if you don't wanna]

“𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭”

a/n: yesssss, though i will say i've never seen this trend before so i did my own twist on it

ft. bachira meguru, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, mikage reo

bachira meguru

you and bachira are the type of parents who absolutely let your child draw on the walls and call it “creative expression.” 

so when you both saw that trend where you tell your kid “go in the bathroom and say every bad word you know” just to let them get it out of their system? oh, you were on it instantly. 

“do you think he even knows any bad words?” you ask. bachira, confidently: “he’s my son. he knows all of them.” 

you both sit cross-legged outside the bathroom door while your 6-year-old son goes in. he shuts the door, takes a deep breath, and screams: “POOPOO. POOP… POOPY FART. SHHHHH… SSSHHHHRIMP!” 

you both pause. “that’s it?” you whisper. “no way. he’s holding back.” bachira knocks on the door and goes, “you can say anything! let it all out!!” 

and then from the bathroom you hear him go: “I HOPE KAISER STUBS HIS TOE.” 

bachira gasps and slaps his hand over his mouth like it’s the most shocking statement of the year. you both are just in tears from laughing. 

later, your son whispers, “mama, is fart nugget a bad word?” and you have no idea if you should ground him or give him a grammy. 

kaiser michael

this was his idea. 

“we can’t have him swearing on the field like me,” he says dramatically. “i’m a cautionary tale.” 

your son walks into the bathroom with the determination of a man about to perform hamlet’s soliloquy. kaiser crouches outside the door like he’s coaching a fighter before a UFC match. 

“okay, kid. i believe in you. make those words count.” 

you expect to hear something mild, like “stupid” or “butthead.” instead… 

“DUMBASS. SHITHEAD. FREAKIN’ HELLTACO. STUPID– UGLY– SHINY– HAIRY– MICHAEL KAISER.” 

you and kaiser both freeze. 

“… did he just insult me?” kaiser blinks. 

the bathroom door opens and your son walks out like he didn’t just go verbal nuclear. 

“i just said what uncle isagi says behind your back,” he shrugs. 

kaiser’s ego is shattered. you find him rewatching his highlight reel in the dark two hours later. 

shidou ryusei

you weren’t even going to do this trend. but shidou overheard you talking about it and went, “WAIT LEMME TELL THE GREMLIN. THIS IS SO ME-CODED.” 

the bathroom becomes a sacred cursing chamber. your daughter walks in and shidou kneels beside her like a monk blessing a disciple. 

“say it with your chest, princess. scream it like someone just unplugged your ipad at 3%.” 

your daughter starts off normal. “butt! fart! poopy!” 

and then suddenly: “PISS GREMLIN!” “TOENAIL EATER!!” “STINKY WALRUS BUTTHOLE!” 

shidou fist-pumps like she just scored a goal. “THAT’S MY GIRL.” 

you, meanwhile, are in the kitchen like: “i’m going to prison. that’s it. child protective services is gonna drag us straight to jail.” 

the next day at school, your daughter calls another kid a “garbage dumb-dumb with dogwater brain” and shidou picks her up early with a gold star sticker and pride in his eyes. 

isagi yoichi

don’t let that soft smile and polite handshake fool you, isagi’s mouth is FILTHY when he’s losing a match or drops a spoon. 

you saw the trend and went: “oh this will be cute.” isagi saw it and went: “finally. the bloodline continues.” 

he gives your son a little pep talk before he goes in: “if you’re gonna do it, commit. none of this ‘dumbhead’ stuff. i want emotion. passion. conviction.” 

your kid marches in with a determined little stomp and the second the door shuts, it’s like a switch flips. 

“FREAKIN’ RAT LICKING—STINKY CHEESEBALL SUCKER—CLOWN ASS–SUCK MY–” “YO???” you and isagi both lean in at the same time. “–BUNION!!!!” 

isagi wipes a proud tear from his eye. “that’s my boy. he’s got my game face.” you’re like “you don’t even say bunion–” 

he’s already on amazon looking for a mini punching bag and matching headbands like “we’re training his vocabulary tomorrow. i got a list.” 

later you find your kid in his room whispering “slutbucket” to his action figures and isagi’s just like “he’s practicing tone and delivery. leave him.” 

nagi seishiro

“sei, this trend is for fun. for emotional development.” nagi: “zzz…” 

you do it anyway. your daughter walks into the bathroom holding a stuffed dinosaur and nagi just kind of… lays down outside the door. 

but then. from the bathroom: “BUM. DUMMY. LINTLICKER. STUPID STINKY GAMER WITH A SMALL TV.” 

nagi opens one eye. “… huh?” 

“YEAH. SMALL TV. 30 INCHES. TRAGIC.” 

he sits up instantly. “OKAY HOLD ON–” 

you have to physically hold him back like “she’s SEVEN.” 

he’s so offended he goes to buy a new TV immediately. and a new gaming chair. and 47 snacks just to cope with the roast he just received. 

itoshi rin

you and rin sit your daughter down like it’s a serious family meeting. “you can go in there and say anything you want,” you explain. “even if it’s mean?” “yep.” “even if it’s about daddy?” rin looks up from his protein bar like “huh?” 

she goes in. the door shuts. silence. and then: “DAD WEARS COMPRESSION SLEEVES TO BED.” rin: “… excuse me???” “HE CRIED WHEN HE DROPPED HIS PHONE ON HIS TOE.” you’re like “wait i didn’t know that–” “HE SAID ‘MEOW’ IN HIS SLEEP.” 

rin is mortified. his face is a color red not found in the natural world. 

you whisper, “she’s been keeping receipts.” 

he opens the door and she’s standing there with a hello kitty notebook full of every embarrassing thing he’s ever done. 

he grounds her immediately. 

you’re like “you can’t ground her for exposing the truth.” rin: “watch me.” 

mikage reo

you try to explain the trend to him and he’s like “oh! like etiquette class but for swearing?” “… sure.” 

reo is the kind of dad who makes little “express yourself 💕” cue cards for your daughter before she walks into the bathroom. 

“you don’t have to be aggressive, sweetie,” he says gently. “just say what you feel. and use your indoor voice.” 

she closes the door. takes a breath. and then IMMEDIATELY: “YOU STUPID MONEY WORM. YOU GOLDEN TOILET FREAK. GET A JOB, REO.” reo: … “babe, did she just tell you to get a job???” “YOUR CLOTHES LOOK LIKE CANDY WRAPPERS. YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE COTTON CANDY DIED.” 

reo stands there, hand to chest, physically recoiling like she just spit in his matcha. 

he’s so stunned he starts texting his stylist like “cancel my next appointment. am i a clown. be honest.” 

your daughter walks out smiling so sweetly. “did i do good?” 

reo, still spiraling: “i’m calling my therapist.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[rafesangelita]

reader wrapping herself up like a little present and rafe unwrapping her <3

warnings: fluff, suggestive ending

a/n: i feel like i’ve seen this be a trend before on tiktok?? idk but this req is so cute <33 ty anon!

you don’t know why your boyfriend insisted on you never getting anything for him when it came to special occasions like his birthday or christmas. of course, you never listened to him when it came down to it, always surprising him with a new watch or something you know he’ll never buy for himself like a new gadget he’s been talking about, or god forbid some actual skincare. you two had been discussing who’s house both of you will be at for the holidays when you asked him what he wanted for christmas this year.

“okay, so i’m thinking we go to your mom’s house for thanksgiving because rose can’t cook to save her life, and then we could go to tanneyhill for christmas, how does that sound?” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you rested your chin in the curve of his neck. “that’s not a bad idea. oh! i could tell my mom to make the ham just the way you like it..” you pressed a kiss to his cheek, making him hum. “oh my god, with her homemade glaze?” he turned in his chair, pulling you on top of his lap as you nodded.

“mhmm.” rafe smiled down at you as stroked the side of his face. “speaking of christmas though..” you trailed off, “why don’t you ever tell me what you want!” rafe sighed, resting a hand on your thigh as you pouted up at him. “i love giving you gifts and you never want any.” it was ironic, really. girlfriend whose love language was gift giving, and boyfriend who had a hard time accepting anything.. a match made in retail hell. “it’s not that i don’t want it, babe, i just prefer buying you gifts instead.” you shook your head, a giggle falling from your lips.

“you buy me ‘gifts’ year round though, ray.” rafe looked at you for a moment. “you really want to gift me something?” he asked. you nodded frantically, feeling a sense of relief now that you got through to him, or so you thought. “just be waiting for me when i come back home,” he winked, “that’s my gift.” despite it not being the words you wanted to hear, you’d never turn him down. letting out a deep sigh, you pressed a kiss to his lips. “fine.” rafe pulled you back down on his lap before you could walk away.

“i mean it. you’re the only thing i want.” he whispered against your skin, a shiver running down your spine when you felt his hand on the small of your back. “well, i guess you better hurry up and do what you have to do with your dad before i decide not to give you anything at all.” rafe watched you get up, your hips swaying as you made your way upstairs. while he was off working out some business, you sat on your shared bed, trying to think of what lingerie you should surprise him with.

eyes skimming past the wrapping paper in the corner of the room, it was as if a light bulb went off in your head. if rafe said you were the only gift he wanted, surely you’d have him unwrap you like one.. right? before you could get any second thoughts, you quickly undressed and got to wrapping the paper around the curves of your body. you couldn’t lie, you felt just a little bit ridiculous putting a bow in your hair while you practically crinkled with every step you took. waiting for rafe to walk through the door was easier said than done.

you paced around your room, increasingly feeling dumb as you walked around in circles. “this is silly..” you muttered, about to rip the paper yourself before you heard the door shut downstairs. “i hope you’re ready!” you panicked slightly, not knowing what to do with your hands before clasping them behind your back. rafe walked in, his eyes landing on your awkward little getup before a smile took over his lips. “what’s this?” he laughed, taking a seat at the edge of the bed before pulling you close to him.

you stood between his thighs, resting your hands on top of his shoulders. “unwrap me.” rafe took his bottom lip between his teeth, stroking the exposed skin of your hips. “you don’t happen to be naked, do you?” he pressed a kiss to your navel, his large palms sliding down the backs of your thighs. you shivered at his words, shrugging coyly. “you’ll just have to find out..” rafe stood up, towering over you as he slowly tore the thin sheet of paper, revealing your bare form underneath. “oh, this is great, baby.” he stroked your skin.

rafe guided you two over to the full body mirror in the corner of your room, your head rolling back against his chest when he cupped your aching cunt. “best gift ever.”

[starrbishops]

⟡Perfect Situation⟡

(John Walker x f!Reader)

Summary: You and John have a penchant for getting into stupid situations together. When you kiss him to get out of one such situation, it leads to something more in your friendship.

Word Count: 4.6k

Notes: Set after the events of Thunderbolts*, the 'ol Natasha Romanoff fake kiss on a mission trope, SMUT, shower sex, male masturbation, voyeurism if you squint, blowjob, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), brief fingering, John Walker's praise kink (ofc), Walker is down BAD, Walker has a big dick (sorry not sorry), reader is a New Avenger/Thunderbolt, Yelena appearance!

a/n: This one has been in the works for a while. My magnum opus of idiots to lovers truly. Idk why I wrote the smut half from John's POV but uh. It's there. Have fun :)

You knew it was a stupid idea from the start.

Unfortunately, if you and John had one thing in common, it was committing hard to stupid ideas.

You were supposed to be doing simple recon, hanging out at a bar which known organized crime members frequented, hoping to pick up some kind of information. The thing was, you’d forgotten the fact that the two of you were now plastered on every billboard and Wheaties box in the country. 

You now found yourselves being chased out by several gangsters with guns and other assorted weapons, trying to get out of sight without being shot.

���Told you this was a dumb fuckin’ idea.” you panted out as you ran, close behind Walker.

“Yeah, well you’re the one who said we didn’t need backup.” he retorted, ducking into an alleyway. You followed, the sound of the gangsters still close.

You found yourselves in a crowded plaza, people bustling all over the place. You scanned the area, looking for soemwhere to hide. You had learned the hard way that you and Walker were now recognizable, and he was a big guy who was hard to hide in a crowd.

A lightbulb went off in your head.

“Follow me.” you grabbed his arm, dragging him off to one of the brick walls encicling the plaza. You leaned your back against it and pulled John towards you.

“What the hell is your plan-”

“Kiss me.”

“What?” he stared down at you, confusion written clearly on his face. 

You could hear the shouts of the gangsters getting closer. “Just, fucking do it, okay? I’ll explain later.”

He just took a breath before leaning in and smashing his lips to yours, pressing you against the wall. His arms caged you in as he kissed you, covering you from view of the mobsters.

John was a surprisingly good kisser, you thought to yourself. He was married for years, of course he was. Still, even faking it he was doing a damn good job. He kissed with a fervor, like it was the last thing he was ever going to do.

He was the kind of guy to commit to a dumb idea.

You kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck and trying to make a passionate show of it. You heard the mobsters walk by, one of them making an ‘eugh’ sound. After a moment, you pulled back, opening your eyes and peering over John’s shoulder.

“We’re good.” you turned to him, finding his face red and nervous. You’ve never seen John flustered before. “Hey, you okay?”

He nods feverishly, straighetning up in front of you. “Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, it’s just, uh, been a while.”

Oh. Right. The divorce. It’s been a while since he and Olivia officially divorced, even longer since they’d separated. As far as you knew, John wasn’t interested in dating after her.

“Shit, sorry.” 

He just shrugged. “Not like you’re stealing my innocence, I mean, I was married.”

You both laugh it off awkwardly, moving to the alley to make your way back to the Watchtower.

You walk in silence after that, both trying to move on from what’s just happened. Usually you’d be quick to argue with or tease John after a shitty mission like this, but today all that runs through your head is the kiss, the memory of his lips on yours, his massive figure pressing you against the wall as if he was trying to meld himself with you. 

Next to you, John was quiet too. You assumed he was either planning out how to come back from this shitshow of a night, or thinking about Olivia. It made something in your stomach twist, a kind of…jealousy? Whatever it was, you felt it burning inside you as you clenched your fists, walking on without meeting his eyes.

“Oh, you two survived. Wonderful.” Yelena called from her spot on the couch as you entered, shoulders sagged and tired from running. “I see it went well.”

“Shut up.” John grumbled as he made straight for his room, not even saying a goodnight, leaving you alone in the entryway with the Russian spy. You can hear his door creak and slam from down the hall.

“What’s got him all grumpy?”

“Getting chased down by gangsters who keep calling you knock-off Cap will do that to you.” you slid your jacket off and plopped down next to Yelena, staring aimlessly at whatever reality TV show she was playing. “Mission was bad, he’ll get over it.”

Yelena just shrugs, turning her attention back to the TV. Part of you wants to tell her about the kiss, but you know she’ll tease you relentlessly for it, even moreso if you admitted that you liked it. 

“You know, Walker usually comes home happy when he’s with you.” Yelena comments, drawing your attention from your spiraling thoughts to her, “Even when things go bad. You make him more…optimistic.”

You just stare down into your lap, knowing she’s right. You get along with Walker more than anyone else on the team. An unlikely pair, but the two of you work well together. It’s why you agree to his stupid missions and why he supports your dumb choices. You’re two idiot peas in a pod, always in it together.

You worry you’ve ruined what you had. Things have been different with John for a while now. Where silence used to be comfortable it becomes more intense, like there’s words going unsaid in the way he looks at you. 

You’ve thought about kissing him before. Hell, you’ve thought about doing plenty of things to him before, and you weren’t thinking about smacking him when he did something wrong. Maybe your dumb kiss idea was an extension of that, your brain resorting to primal instincts instead of your training. And now here you sit, John having barely spoken to you after the kiss.

God, you fucked up.

You make some excuse about getting some rest to Yelena, making for John’s room immediately. How could you be so stupid? Letting your dumb feelings get in the way of the mission, of your friendship, of the whole team dynamic. You knock on his door, silently praying he’ll forgive you your stupidity. 

You receive no answer. You think for a moment, trying the door and finding it unlocked. You step in, hoping he’s just tired and avoiding you for the moment.

You find an empty room, hearing the shower from his en-suite running. Shit. You’ll try again tomorrow.

As you turn to leave, you hear some kind of grunting noise. You whip around on instinct peering around for the source of it. Something coming from the bathroom. It sounds like the grunts John makes when he’s focused in battle, the ones you always tease him about. 

You hear it again. It’s less angry sounding than it is when he’s fighting, but still as intense. Is he having a batte with the shampoo bottle or something?

You tiptoe closer to the door, your brain trying to come up with potential reasons. Maybe he’s hurt and didn’t tell you. He does historically have a tendency to not mention his wounds, deal with them himself so as not to worry others. You’ve insisted time and time again it’s no burden, and you thought he’d gotten over it.

You’re about to knock on the door, ask if he’s alright, when you hear it.

Your name.

Your brain screeches to a halt, wondering how he knew you were there. Then you hear it again, not an acknowledgement or a greeting, but a groan.

Oh. That’s what he’s doing.

Oh.

You clamp your hand over your mouth to avoid gasping, praying he didn’t hear you. Your mind is rushing at a million miles an hour.

So that’s why he was being weird after the kiss. It’s why he always stares at you in silence, looking like he has something to say. It’s why he shivers every time you touch him, clean up his wounds or even just nudge him in a meeting.

You’re frozen to your spot, wondering what you do now. The groaning sounds continue, and it certainly sounds like he’s enjoying himself. While thinking about you. Just imagining him, hair soaked and skin drenched in water, touching himself to the thought of you sparks a fire inside you.

The sounds stop. You snap out of your fantasies and immediately enter a state of panic, wondering what to do. This is not a scenario you’ve ever planned for. Do you wait for him to come out and confront him? Terrible idea, you look like a pervert. Do you run away and bring it up later? Again, pervert. There’s no winning. Best idea is to pretend it never happened.

But you don’t want to do that. You want to stomp in there and help him finish the job.

The water shuts off, and you decide on running. You tiptoe as fast as you can to the door, quietly turning the knob.

You think you’re home free till you hear the loud screech coming from the hinges of the door.

Damn John and his propensity for dramatically slamming doors.

The sounds of activity in the bathroom cease. You freeze, hoping and praying he didn’t hear it.

“Hello?” Shit, he heard it. Now what? “...Hi?” you call out nervously, immediately slamming your head against the wall.

You refuse to look back as John walks in, instead closing the godforsaken creaky door as you contemplate your fate. You’ve made things so, so much worse somehow.

“Hey.” he says, a tinge of nerves in his voice.

You clear your throat, trying to disguise your own fear and embarassment. “Hey.”

“How long were you, uh, out here for?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, still gripping the doorbknob like a lifeline. “Um, not too long. I was just, uh, coming to check on you because you seemed mad and I, I didn’t know you were in there. I was just leaving!” Great lying. You wonder sometimes how you became an Avenger.

“Oh.” His voice is gravelly, tired from a long day and after his shower activities. “So you, um…” 

You don’t even let him finish his sentence. “I didn’t hear anything!” Shit.

“I didn’t…” he trails off with a sigh. You can hear his wet foot squelch against the floor as he takes a step towards you. “Look, I’m so sorry, you shouldn’t have had to hear that, it was…inappropriate, to say the least.”

“Oh, yeah.” you mumble, your brain basically running on fumes and reverting back to your base state of sarcasm. Walker just sighs in embarrassment behind you.

“Look, I… I don’t want things to be uncomfortable. If you don’t want to be around me after that, I understand, but I-I do enjoy being your friend. Even if I may want something more and you don’t.”

You finally open your eyes, leaning agaisnt the now shut door as you turn to face John. He’s clad in nothing for a towel, hair messy and sticking to his forehead. You can see everything; his strong biceps, the vein in his forearm that drives you crazy when he flexes it, his v-line running down beneath the cotton towel. You do your best not to ogle, focusing on his face, which has gone beet-red from the heat of the shower and the embarrassment of being caught.

You take a breath, trying to calm yourself before you speak. “Who said I didn’t want something more?”

His eyes light up, his face somehow becoming even more red. “You do?” he practically whispers, hope growing. 

“I was going to say sorry, for kissing you earlier, because I thought you were angry with me.” you chuckle, reeling at the insanity of your current situation. “I thought I ruined our friendship, and I was gonna beg for your forgiveness because I let my feelings get in the way of things and I made you hate me-”

“Hey.” he interrupts your rambling, crossing to room to stand in front of you, a mirror of your earlier kiss, with you backed against the wall and him hovering above you. “I could never hate you.”

You just nod, gazing up at him. “I do. Want something more.” you breathe in as you realize you’ve been holding your breath. “I want you.”

He’s giving you that look again, the one you now recognize as longing, although he looks strained, like he’s still holding himself back.

“Can I…” he steps closer, almost flush against you. “Can I kiss you? Again?”

“God, please do.” you grab the nape of his neck and pull him down, smashing your lips to his like it’s the end of the world and this is the only chance you’ll get. His hands move to cup your face, kissing back with all the intensity and feeling he’s held back. All the words left unsaid, the yearning looks, the late nights lying awake, he pours it into this, clutching onto you like you’re his salvation.

“You’re wet.” you mumble against his lips, feeling the rumble of laughter in his chest as you kiss him again, pulling him against you. Your clothes are wet now too, but you couldn’t care less. You just keep kissing him like his lips are the air you need to breathe.

His hands move from your face, trailing down to your waist, just above the curve of your ass.

“Can I have you?” he asks, breathless, his mouth resting on your forehead. “Please?”

“John.” you pant, and you can see his face fall, just a little, as you look up. “I am so gross from all that running.”

He just laughs, taking your hand in his. “That’s what showers are for.” he grins as he tugs you towards the door, holding it open for you to walk through. He wolf whistles as you do so, checking you out from behind. You elbow his stomach gently on the way in before you move to start undressing.

John’s still only got his towel, so he simply turns the water on and stands back to enjoy the show, watching you tug your shirt over your head, start to unbutton your pants. Every piece of skin you show somehow makes him harder, and the towel is doing a poor job of covering him up. Still, he waits to drop it, biding his time.

“What, are you enjoying the show?” you pause as you notice John’s eyes on you.

“Very much.” he grins cheekily.

“Alright, get in the shower, loverboy, I’ll see you in there.” you wave him off as you move to unclip your bra.

He does as he’s told, although he can’t help but mouth off. “That’s a new nickname.” he comments as he slides the glass door open once more.

“Would you rather I call you ‘creep?’”

“See you in there!” he ignores the last comment as he drops his towel, tossing it on the counter as he steps back into the shower. This time you whistle at the sight of his ass, eliciting a chuckle from him before he shuts the door again.

The water borders on scalding, the way he likes it. The serum made him run warm, and it takes just that much more heat for him to really feel it. He lets his pour over his face, run through his hair as he tries to ignore his aching erection.

It wasn’t the first time he’d masturbated to the thought of you. It’d been an accident the first time, honestly. He’d already been in the process, near finishing when all of a sudden your face had popped into his head, clear as day. Not even anything sexual about you, just your presence, your smile. He came harder than he ever had with just his hand before.

He felt guilty about it after. And every other time he’d done it. He couldn’t look at you for days afterwards. He liked you, a lot. You were on his mind all the time, not just when he was jerking off. And it was more than just your body. It was you, the way you believe in him, backed up even the stupidest ideas, laughed at his terrible jokes. The fact that you were unbelievably attractive was also a plus.

Just thinking about you right now, undressing outside for him made him have to steady himself against the wall, hand pressing into the tile just to avoid touching himself. He’s about to ask what’s taking so long when the door slides open, revealing your naked form as you step in to join him.

Any snarky remark he was going to make leaves his brain immediately. His eyes rake over you, taking it all in. The swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips, the sharp edges of your collarbone. He’s honestly speechless, even more so when you turn to shut the door and he can see your bare ass. He doesn’t even hear what you say as he struggles to put into words the sheer beauty before him.

“Huh?” he manages to snap out of it, standing up straight.

“I said, are you okay?” you laugh, joinigng him under the stream of water. The droplets soak your skin. Leaving shining traces where they drizzle down. 

“You’re so beautiful.” he finally manages.

You just smile, running your hands through your now wet hair. John feels like his heart is going to explode. And his dick, too.

Instead, he blinks hard, trying to ignore how goddamn horny he is. “Um, you need some help?” he waves a bar of soap in front of you, and with a nod from you, begins lathering your shoulders with it.

Neither of you talks as he explores your body with his hands, tracing the curve of your spine down to your ass as he cleans you. It feels intimate, safe here with you, like the rest of the world disappears. In here, there is no failed mission, no New Avengers, no pressure to save the world. It’s just you and him, baring yourselves to one another.

Once you’ve rinsed all the soap off, you finally turn to him, a mischievous grin on your face. “Need some help?” you echo his earlier words, one hand moving to wrap around the base of his cock. He hisses at the contact, his aching erection finally reivieng some attention.

“God, yes, please…” he can barely string a sentence together while you sink down to your knees, beginning to stroke him up and down. His hand returns to the tile, trying to hold himself together as you touch him.

“Jesus, so good.” it’s intoxicaintg, the sight of you on your knees before him. He’s imagined it before, but nothing compares to the real thing. Your eyes, blown out with lust as you look up at him, one hand around his length and hte other between your thighs. He memorizes the sight, wanting to preserve it forever in his memory.

Then you’re licking the dripping precum from his tip, and he groans outright. “You’re a loud one, huh?” you comment, before taking the head of him in your mouth, earning another broken moan from his lips. 

You take him deeper into your mouth, and it feels impossibly good. He can feel a moan vibrate around his cock as you suck him. One hand moves to grab your hair, not pulling, just grounding him as you continue bobbing your head on his dick, your hand stroking the base of him. “Fuck, John,” you moan as you take a momentary break, “‘s big.” 

He was already close before, having been unable to finish during his earlier shower, but he feels about to go off the deep end already now, the way you caress him, the feel of your mouth on him yoru dirty compliments.

“God, baby, I’m gonna…Christ, you feel so good.” He starts weighing his options, cum in your mouth, or cum in your cunt. He picks the second one. “Honey, wait, please.”

You release him with a wet pop, a lewd sound that makes up for his removal from your mouth. You give him a confused look, as he tries to catch his breath. He can feel his brain short circuitng at the sight of you, water streaming down your naked form, on your knees with your hands wrapped around his cock. You look like a work of art. “First time I cum with you is gonna be inside you.” You grin, giving one last lick up the underside of his length, his grip on your hair tightening. 

“Alright, get up here.” he releases your hair, instead pulling you back to standing. He stumbles back a bit as he removes his hand from the wall, still dizzy from his near orgasm. He pulls you in close, kissing you once more as he backs you against the wall.

“Fuck, John…” you moan as he kisses down your neck, sucking a bruise into your collarbone. He couldn’t care less if anyone sees it later. Let them, he thinks. Let them know you’re mine.

He wraps his hands under your thighs, pulling you up. He silences your yelp with another burning kiss, desperate to be inside of you already. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as his cock brushes agaisnt your soaked core.

Holding you up with one hand, his other moves to your cunt, feeling your wetness mixed with the water of the shower. He delves one finger into you, eliciting a gasp. He can feel you squeeze around him, arousal practically dripping from you. “This all for me?” he asks between kisses on your neck. 

You nod fervently, wiggling your hips as you try to pull him in deeper. “Yes, God, John, all for you.”

He smiles, removing his finger, much to your displeasure. You’re distracted from it as he brings it to his mouth, sucking your juices off slowly, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. He’ll have to eat you out after this, he thinks, moving it to the top of the list of things he wants to do to you. The look of awe and pure lust on your face will have to do for now. First, he needs to fuck you like his life depends on it. 

He grips his cock, dragging it agaisnt your cunt, lining himself up. “You ready?” he checks in, blue eyes meeting yours. “It’s a lot.”

He doesn’t even mean to brag, just pointing out a fact. He’s always been on the longer side, but the serum somehow added more girth, something he had to adjust to. You’re the first person he’s had sex with since the divorce, so he’s extra careful.

You just chuckle, your hand threading into his blond locks. “I’m ready.” you tell him, the same confident tone you go into a mission with, the voice you use when you’re about to dive headfirst into danger, or another stupid situation.

He is quite the stupid situation, he thinks. This whole thing is a terrible choice. Putting yourself on the line with him, of all people? He’d never think poorly of you, never think of you as stupid. You just tended to make dumb choices, and he was the dumbest choice of all. Maybe that’s what made you perfect for each other.

Still, he furrows his brows, eyes trained on yours as he begins to push in. You’re so hot around him, your walls squeezing him like a vice, and he’s only put the tip in. He goes as slowly as he can, not wanting to hurt you. Inch by inch, he keeps his eyes on your face, watching every moan, the way your face contorts with pleasure. He groans as he finally bottoms out, his hands gripping your thighs with the effort it takes to keep from fucking into you.

Your own hands dig into his shoulder blades, hard enough to break skin. He’s sure he’ll be left with a few crescent scars from where your nails scratch his skin, and he couldn’t be happier. He tries to breathe, to hold himself together and not fall apart instantly with you clenching around his cock.

“Holy shit, John.” you groan, trying to catch your breath. “Y-you can move.”

John is a man who follows orders, and with your permission, he slowly pulls out of you, quickly thrusting back in. He sets a pace, pulling lamost all the way out before he slams back into you.

“Harder, John.” you moan into the crook of his neck. He groans at your request.

“Jesus, baby, you’re gonna kill me.”

He does as you tell him, picks up his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. His balls slap against your ass, the sound of wet skin on skin echoing through the shower. “So good, John, so full…” one of your hands runs along his jaw, caressing his cheek. You use it to pull him into another kiss, this one all teeth and tongue clashing against each other, reckless passion as he pounds into you. “So fucking handsome, John.”

Your praise only drives him crazier, his hips bucking into yours as he fucks you with all his might. It feels like heaven, being inside you. Better than any dream he’s had of it. Your tight, wet cunt practically choking him as he thrusts his cock in and out of you. He’s grateful for the stamina the serum gave him, because he thinks he’d die if he stops now. His brain has turned off fully, barely able to string together words anymore. All he knows is that he has to keep going, has to feel you cum on his cock, and has to fill you up with his cum.

He doesn’t even realize he’s talking aloud till he feels you grip him tighter, nodding agaisnt his shoulder. “God, yes, John, fill me up, please.” you moan. The sound is music to his ears. 

“Gotta cum for me first, honey.” he pants, thrusts becoming shallower and more erratic as he feels himself getting closer. He moves one hand to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles into your sensitive bud. “Please, cum on my cock, baby.”

If he thought you were tight before, it’s nothing compared to how you spasm around him as you cum. You scream out his name, nails cutting into his skin. He doesn’t stop, just keeps fucking you like his life depends on it, chasing his own release desperately.

“John.” you murmur out as you come down. “Cum inside me, please, need you too.”

John Walker is a man who follows orders.

He lets himself go, with one last thrust pushing himself as deep into you as possible. His cock releases hot ropes of cum into you as he finally fnishses. He moans out your name, biting your shoulder in an attempt to stifle himself. His hands clutch yoru thighs hard enough to bruise as he instinctively thrusts once, twice more, as if he’s trying to fuck his spend as deep into you as possible.

“You’re perfect.” he catches his breath as he comes down from his high. He knows better than to say ‘i love you,’ even if it’s what he’s thinking right now. Later, he tells himself. It’s exhilarating, the thought of it. That there will be a later, that you want to be with him. “God, you’re incredible.” he kisses you, the promise of more to come, the promise to be here for later. Even as he doesn’t say it aloud, the kiss is as much an ‘i love you’ as the words themselves. For now, that’s all you need. 

a/n: i'm really proud of this one and i hope y'all liked it as well! thank you all for reading and sticking with me as my writing has improved, i love sharing my love for these characters with y'all! ain't much, but it's honest work.

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Drunken Affection

Natasha RomanoffxReader // Angst/Fluff

*Images are not mine, credit to its creators and sources

Summary: A drinking bet. Suppressed feelings. A late night work session. Should be fun, no?

Content Warning: Drinking, (very) brief mention of vomit, sad Nat, soft Nat, maybe OOC Nat idk, not proofread

Word Count: 2,387

A/N: I think I lost the plot at the end but its 1:30am and I work at 8, so we’re powering through. Didn't proofread, I'll do that tomorrow, maybe

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Natasha Romanoff was not a heavy drinker. She’ll enjoy an extra dry martini here, a few beers there, but she never went beyond the mild buzz of alcohol. She didn’t like the feeling of tingling hands and a swaying world nor did she like the idea of being caught with her inhibitions lowered, even if surrounded by people she trusted. 

But all of that went straight out the window the moment Clint claimed he could outdrink her, with his stupidly smug smile and teasing laugh.

 It was stupid, accepting the bet. She knew that going in. And yet it had brought out something so childish within her. A competitive spark had been set off, one that reminded her of races through a house that was never her own, of climbing trees on a backyard she never saw again, remnants of normalcy she was made to leave behind. 

How could she back down from that?

The first two shots of Tony’s expensive vodka had been okay. It was at the third that her hands started to feel tingly and her mouth was going numb. Clint started quietly laughing to himself after the fourth shot. At the fifth shot, Clint started falling dozing off on the couch. It was that last shot of scotch whiskey that declared Natasha victorious and Clint the lonesome king of the Tower’s couch that night. 

That’s how Natasha found herself stumbling towards her room, muttering Russian curses for allowing herself to be a willing participant in such a dumb bet and at Clint for even leveling it in the first place. The hallway was stretching out before her, each step forward seemingly moving her away from her room. This was made worse by the sickening feeling of the world swaying under her feet.

Maybe Clint had the right idea in falling asleep on the couch.

The hall’s dimness was interrupted by faint traces of light leaking out from edges of the conference room’s door frame. She didn’t need to be sober to know who would still be working inside. A flash of your face flickered in her mind, a mental picture of you working on a laptop, your tired features illuminated by its fluorescent light.

And she smiled.

Perhaps it was the alcohol running through her veins or maybe it was the familiar, terrible ache that was settling in her chest, but she quickly decided she wanted– needed– to see you. 

After some difficulty, Natasha reached the door and was momentarily blinded by the bright lights that shone overhead when she slinked into your space. The door closed quietly behind her with a soft click, one that you hadn’t taken notice of. 

The central table held scattered document files marked in yellow highlighter, all fanned out in front of you. The offending highlighter had been tucked behind your ear, uncapped. You sat at one of the boring gray office chairs that littered the room, hair slightly mussed, the top three buttons of your cream-colored blouse undone with your black blazer wrapped around the back of your seat.

You still hadn’t realized someone was in the room with you yet. Your eyes were glued to the laptop screen that laid on your lap, your legs resting atop the office chair across from you. It was clear you were reading something, with your brow furrowed in concentration, but Natasha did not miss the way your eyes were drooping shut, nor the exhaustion carved into your features. Were you a field agent, she would be concerned at your lack of awareness and attentiveness.

Your reading is interrupted by a yawn and you take the moment to rub your hands over your face, as if doing everything in your power to remain awake. 

Natasha smiles as she watches you. It was small, a quirk of the lips, one that you had missed. 

You were still rather new to the whole operation, having joined just barely a year ago as the team’s archivist. Tony thought it would be a good idea to have someone to sort through and store their mission files, especially after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. and since the Avengers’ hunt for Hydra has taken up most of their time. You were often seen at the Tower, caught in between meetings with Maria Hill and the other Avengers, as well as the archive that Tony had set up somewhere in Upstate New York.

Natasha had developed something of a soft spot for you. What had started as nods of acknowledgement when you crossed each other in the halls turned to wordlessly getting coffee for each other during long and hard days, to eventually grabbing lunch together whenever you could. 

Her smile did not last long though. It faltered at the dull ache in her chest. An odd sense of longing was taking over, one that she had spent so much time burying deep down inside her. 

That’s when you finally notice her. Bleary eyes widen at the sight of her, a large smile replacing the slight frown that had been painted on your lips. Perhaps, had she not been drunk, she would have noticed the renewed shine that sparkled in your gaze. How your eyes glowed with just a bit too much adoration.

“Hey, Nat,” you stifle another yawn, “didn’t hear you come in.”

Suddenly, that ache in her chest feels all the more heavier and the distance between you feels all too big.

“Hey.” Natasha smiles again, still small but no less genuine. She crosses the room, any indicator of her non-sober state mostly absent from her step, before taking a seat on top of the table right in front of you. 

You cocked your head to the side, squinting as you watched her with playful suspicion.

“You’re smiling.” 

“What about it? I smile,” Natasha replies, pushing away some of the scattered files that surrounded her. 

“No, you smirk.” You set your laptop on the table beside her, turning in your chair to give her your full attention. “What did you do?”

You’re watching her with an expectant grin, arms crossed over your chest.

“I was drinking with Clint,” she explains simply, avoiding your gaze.

“You were drinking for something other than mission or social purposes?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise, faint amusement tugging at the corners of your lips.

“It was a bet,” Natasha stated simply.

“And you won,” you smiled. It was a statement, not a question. 

“And I won.” It was a stupid bet, yet Natasha could not hold back the victorious smirk that crossed her lips. 

“There it is.” A quiet laugh escapes you. 

Natasha inhaled sharply, her heart clenching tightly in her chest. The ache was becoming a heavy pit, a desperate longing for something she couldn’t quite place. She leaned forwards slightly, her hand on the very edge of the table, searching for something to hold onto.

“Should I be checking for alcohol poisoning?” you joked, tilting your head to the side when your eyes flicker from her hazy expression to her death grip on the edge of the table.

But she doesn’t reply. Instead, she watches you with soft eyes. She couldn’t explain the feeling that was taking over nor the tightness in her chest. 

Natasha Romanoff was a fighter, not a lover. At least, that’s what she had convinced herself of. Her hands had been trained to kill, her mind primed for deception, her body forged to be a weapon.

She was not created for softness. She was not made to feel the warmth of delicate hands caressing her skin. She was not made to be looked upon with a loving gaze. She was made to take the punch and to punch back harder. To take the bullet and to still get back up. 

And you? You were soft. You were kind. You were good. 

And she was none of those things. She was blunt. She was rough around the edges. Her hands were soaked in blood.

Yet her heart ached terribly in your presence. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of you. Her hands itched to feel the warmth of your skin. Her very bones ached in your absence. 

But Natasha Romanoff had been forged for war, not for love. So she never allowed herself to do more than watch you from afar with an all too familiar ache.

Besides, why would you want someone whose hands were so soaked in red? whose life will never even glimpse redemption, no matter how hard she worked for it?

“Nat?” Your voice came through quietly, the softness of your tone ringing loudly in her ears.

“You should be in bed,” Natasha comments, sidestepping your worry.

There was a short pause from you. Your gaze was sharp, assessing every small movement and gesture. A soft sigh escapes you, your shoulders dropping, before you smile again.

“Yeah, so should you,” you shove her thigh playfully, and she blames the drinks in her system for your lingering touch on her skin.

“I don’t need sleep,” Natasha mused, even though she could feel her eyes drooping. 

“Yeah, the big, tough Black Widow is too badass for sleep,” you teased as you stood from your chair, stretching your arms out as you did. 

“Now you’re getting it.” There’s a soft smile on her lips as she says the words. Her eyes are almost fully closed, the lull of the very thing she is denying tugging sharply at her. 

“I sure am,” you reply, your tone filled with sarcasm, “that’s why you’re falling asleep on your mission report from Norway.”

She merely hums in acknowledgement, not really hearing what you’re saying.

“Come on, I’m getting you to bed.” Natasha feels you slot yourself between her legs, your hands wrapping around her before you lift her off the table. 

Normally, she would never allow this. She would’ve had you flat on your ass the moment you even thought to pick her up. But the alcohol coursing through her system had her mind working slower and her suppressed feelings teetering on the edge of spilling out.

So she didn’t fight you. Instead, her arms wrap around your neck instinctively, her body relaxing against yours as you hoist her off the table with a strength she didn’t know you possessed. 

“Careful, I might throw up on you,” Natasha mumbled, tucking her head into the crook of your neck. 

“I won’t mind, as long as I know you’re safe in bed,” you replied, but Natasha hadn’t really heard you. Instead, she was focused on how the ache in her chest felt lighter. How her bones were flooded with an unfamiliar calmness and comfort. How she somehow wanted you closer.

She was starting to doze off, enveloped in the all too welcoming warmth of your hold around her, until she heard you mumble, “I never pegged you for a sleepy drunk.”

Natasha mumbles something back, something not even she could understand or maybe she just simply doesn’t remember it. 

Regardless, your response was the same. 

A quiet chuckle with a shake of your head, followed by the words, “You really are something else, Romanoff.”

It wasn’t before long that Natasha was laying under her bed clovers, the world spinning at a nauseating pace. 

“Hey,” you began softly, “you doing okay?”

She hums in response, despite the heaviness in her limbs and the sour feeling in her stomach. She hears you sigh quietly, and she peeks her eyes open when she hears you dragging something across the floor. She sees you moving a trash can beside her bed and dimming the lights from the lamp in the corner of her room. 

“Do you need anything before I go?” 

Her eyes open wider upon hearing those words. There was a pang in her chest upon the idea of you leaving. It takes everything within her to keep her from reaching out to you. 

Except that the words she was trying to suppress still escaped her mouth.

“Stay? Just for a bit?” Her voice came through quietly, almost sheepishly. There was a soft expression on her face, a rare vulnerability to her features making her seem younger than she is. 

“Yeah,” you answer gently and without hesitation, “Yeah, of course.” 

She smiles her small smile again, the one that fills your chest with warmth, before tapping the empty space beside her and you wasted no time climbing into the bed beside her.

The room fell into an easy silence. Natasha’s eyes were drooping shut again, but she wasn’t fighting it this time. 

“Don’t go,” she whispered quietly, and she doesn’t remember uttering those words the following day.

“I won’t go,” you promised, and it's almost as if you had said the words she needed to hear. She finally drifts off to sleep with the same calmness in her chest she had felt the moment you wrapped your arms around her not even twenty minutes ago. 

You laid awake for a while, watching the rare tranquility and peacefulness of her features. You counted the rise and fall of her chest, a subtle reminder of the danger of her job– of all their jobs– and the frailty of life. 

Until Natasha stirs slightly and you couldn’t help but freeze in place, almost afraid that merely staring would wake her up. You look away, face burning with embarrassment upon realizing that the staring was probably bordering on creepy. 

But your gaze slowly gravitated towards her again. Her hair was already slightly mussed by sleep and it was only now that you had picked up on her soft snoring.

You reach your hand out towards her, but stop just a few inches away from the strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow assassin who has never trusted easily, had allowed you to witness her in a vulnerable moment. Furthermore, she was allowing you to take care of her. Perhaps it was baseless or maybe even stupid, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that the action would be too affectionate, too intimate or that perhaps you’d be overstepping. 

So you let your hand fall to your side and instead turn to watch the ceiling, a quiet hollowness filling your chest. 

“I’ll be right here with you, Natasha,” you sigh, your whispered declaration falling on deaf ears. “Whatever you need.”

[parkersgarage]

a/n: had the thought of them hanging out a few days before the big fight (I don’t remember the timeline lmao) downtime before everything changes, you know?

eunjang 4 (idk man) x gn!reader | 751 wc | no major warnings, written in a platonic tone but Sieun has a secret soft spot for reader.

A cool breeze. The ocean crashing in front of you. Birds cawing and chirping loudly, calling out to their flock the next available food source.

It was peaceful—calm. It was a moment of clarity that told you you were alive and that life didn’t have to move at a pace you couldn’t keep up with.

Beside you, Gotak and Baku argued aimlessly over who had the better sandcastle, which escalated into playful wrestling after Baku had squashed Tak’s castle with his palm.

So much for peace.

On your other side, Juntae fiddled mindlessly with a shell, twisting and turning it between his fingers as he stared blankly at the waves lapping against the shore. Sieun mimicked him, almost, eyes dead set on the billowing water. He looked enticed, as if he wanted to walk into the water and never return; as if a siren was calling out to him.

Maybe a day at the ocean was a bad idea.

The two rowdy oafs had sat up properly after you’d turned your attention away, still grumbling under their breath about the ‘better structure’ between their castles.

If you could have a say in it, you’d say Gotak’s was better—Neater, structurally sound, better technique.

If you had a say in it.

“This is kind of a bummer, isn’t it?”

The four of you look towards Baku, who is resting his weight against his palms and propping himself up from behind.

“What are you on about, dumbass?” Gotak scoffs, but you’re sure he’s got the idea without the clarification.

“We’re here, at a beach, just wasting time like normal teenagers.” He says, gesturing between the five of you, including him. “Acting like we don’t have a huge problem looming over our shoulders.”

The silence grows after his words. You’d all been thinking that already, but leave it to Baku to voice his thoughts and feelings.

Your fingers dig into the sand around you, a makeshift ground to tie yourself to. “If we don’t stop to enjoy life, even if it’s just for a fleeting moment, we forget what it means to be alive.”

“If what happened didn’t happen, would we still be here right now?” You asked, watching as a group of kids ran past you, laughing together as they approached the shore.

One pushes the other into the water without warning, and the fallen one looks up at his friend with betrayal. But he doesn’t throw out a protest or punch, just laughs loudly and tries to drag his friend down with him.

No violence, just… kids being kids.

The way it should’ve been.

Your fingers unclench, sand clinging to your skin and under your fingernails– it’s pointless to dust it away. “But what do I know? I’m not the philosophical type.”

“Yeah, right.” Gotak scoffs, brushing a hand through his hair. “You don’t drop heavy ass words like that out of nowhere.”

“I’ve been practicing.”

“You’re full of shit.”

Juntae hunches forward, hand covering his mouth, while stifled laughter shakes his shoulders. “Sorry–” he catches himself, pushing his glasses up with a wobbly grin; you suppose he was trying to hide his amusement. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Now I know whose side you’d take, Juntae.” A faux frown plasters itself to your face, eyes lowering as you put on your best pout. “It was always Gotak’s, wasn’t it?”

“As if anyone would take your side.” He scoffs, again. “You’d be lucky to even get Sieun on your side– he’s lost in Neverland over there.”

And just like Tak says, Sieun’s eyes are still set on the ocean before him, seemingly trapped in a dreamlike state.

“I’m listening.” Baku and Tak jolt, leaning back in shock simultaneously, like two peas in a pod. Or dumb and dumber. “I’d be outnumbered if I went to Y/n’s side,” a loud protest leaves your lips to drown out Tak’s obnoxious cheering. “But I’d still choose them.”

A laugh escapes your throat at his words, pointing in Gotak’s face while genuine shock overtakes him. “That’s the highest honor– you may have two people, but I won over Yeon Sieun.”

The latter rolls his eyes, returning to the ocean as a scoff, a laugh, slips past his monotonous facade. It gets drowned out by the new argument that’s started, this time Hyuntak and Baku both pitting themselves against you after Sieun had sided against them.

A quiet sigh leaves Sieun’s mouth, shoulders relaxing just the slightest, still carrying the weight of the situation— lighter, yet still present.

a/n: debated on posting this for a week lol, lmk what you think ? I’ll post something with romance soon maybe 👍

[mee30p]

Animals

A/n: This was actually so fun to write! Thank you to @dixondisease for THIS prompt as always guys go give her a follow she is an amazing writer and one of my fav people <3 

☽ Summary: honestly idk just funny smutish moments?

☽ Warnings: crude comments from both reader and Daryl, F!reader, Swearing, name calling, light smut, sexual touches, breif description of reader giving head

☽ Word count: 1.4k

You and Daryl have been together since Hershal’s Farm, and naturally you’d fooled around together multiple times since then. By some miracle you’d both managed to only be caught two times, once actually having sex and the other you guys were just teasing, groping still incredibly embarrassing to be caught in the moment.

The first time you’d been teasing Daryl all day, tempting him with looks and gestures when no one else is looking. You are coming out of the pantry after putting your gun back when Daryl corners you against the wall of the stairs, his eyes are dark and hungry, the kind of look that lets you know you aren’t getting away unless he lets you. A wide teasing but nervous smile pulls onto your face as you look up at your man “Whatcha doin baby?” it’s a seemingly innocent sentence to outsiders but he knows you know what he’s doing. Daryl tilts his head and scoffs as he looks you up and down slowly, hungrily “Don’t fuckin’ play dumb, you been playing with me all day woman” This makes you giggle softly as you kiss him slowly on the lips, your hands wandering dangerously south even though Olivia, hell anyone could walk in. Daryl bites back a groan as you palm his cock through his jeans like a horny teenager, you pull away once you gain your common sense again. 

Thankfully just as you tear your face off Daryl's Olivia walks down the hallway and squeaks behind Rick standing shaking his head with a poorly suppressed smirk. “You two are worse than two teenagers in highschool” Rick chuckles as he slides past you and Daryl. You gingerly remove your hand from Daryl’s pants and use the distraction as a moment to flee from your very pent up and now very embarrassed partner. You speed walk and practically jog down the street Daryl is hot on your heels and you know it but you don’t look back that would cost you seconds that you couldn’t afford. That’s when you spot your saving grace, Tara. “Tara! Hey” You grin as you come to stop in front of your friend who looks mildly concerned at your sudden presence. “Uhhh hey? What's up?” She asks her head on a confused swivel until she spots Daryl making a B-line for you. “Oh nothin’ just feel like we ain’t talked in a while hey?” You bluff but your efforts are futile as he reaches you grabbing you by your belt buckles and dragging you away with a mumbles “yeah nice chat but she’s fuckin busy” 

“Hey?! I was talkin’ to her you prick” You pout as Daryl drags you inside and hastily into your shared bedroom but that doesn’t last long as he smashes his lips against yours nearly knocking the wind out of your lungs in doing so. 

The second and last time you both got caught was mortifying, mostly for Daryl. 

Rosita, Daryl, Eugene, Tara and you had gone on a run to get some ammo and food. It was going good so far you’d managed to get a few boxes of food and a bit of ammo only 2 days into the runn. That's when you decided it’s time for some fun you passed Daryl while he was waiting for Eugene to finishing yapping, the gap between Daryl and your path is small and tight so instead of saying excuse me you decide it’s a great idea to turn to the side and squeeze past deliberately pushing your ass against his cock as you move past.

If Eugene wasn’t there Daryl would’ve called you out and fixed your attitude before it became a problem but Eugene, Tara and Rosita are with you so it’s up to Daryl to find a good enough space. So you do it again, brushing past Daryl with just enough friction to make him bite down a grunt. Rosita noticed it was hard not to when you clearly went out of your way to brush past Daryl.

“Hey guys, it’s getting darker i think we should camp out here tonight” Tara offers as she stands in front of a cottage style house it’d be big enough for the five of you to sleep. After you’d all brang your stuff inside Tara started going through the food deciding what you all should eat. You get an idea you were already standing close enough to Daryl to whisper in his ear “Y’know what’d really top off today?” You whisper just loud enough in his ear, but clearly Daryl's poker face isn’t as good as it usually is as once you pull your head away from his ear Rosita gives you a head shake and a slightly disgusted look but in a playful way. you just shrug because well she hasn’t commented on it yet so you continue

“Y’know you still haven’t gotten me back for my little stunts… You wanna do somethin’ bout that?” You whisper in Daryl’s ear this time his poker face is working but it’s too late Rosita knows exactly what you are whispering and giggling at. 

“You’re fucking animals.. Both of you but mostly you” Rosita says rolling her eyes but theres a small smirk on her lips. “Me?” You say dramatically pointing to your chest in disbelief “I'd do no such thing” Daryl lets out an amused scoff at you which makes you giggle

“I’m calling bullshit” He grumbles but he shuts up quick as you whisper “Come and get me you fucking animal” before standing up and giving Daryl a look before walking off he follows quick he’s smart enough when to swollow the embarrassment and go. “Where are they goin?” Eugene asks painfully loud as his eyes train on your ass as you walk away and Rosita and Tara both scoff. “Where do you think Idiot?” 

Clearly Euegne didn’t get the hint because he decided to piss at the worst time possible. The bathroom door didn’t have a lock which was already a risk in itself but to be completely honest in the moment you were too horny to worry, what a mistake that was. 

You’d managed to undo Daryl’s pants, get on your knees and start having the time of your life sucking Daryl’s painfully hard dick. Your tongue was working its magic, swirling around the tip and on the underside of his shaft as you toyed with his balls in the most perfect combination. Daryl was close you could tell by the little grunts and whines he couldn’t stop from slipping out and the way he gripped your hair tighter and started bucking his hips into your face. That’s when Euegene clearly thought it was time to piss as the bathroom door swung open. Fully. Daryl's back was to the side wall and so was yours so Eugene has the perfect view of both you on your knees and Daryl's dick half in your mouth.

You’d never moved quicker, not even when a walker had tried to eat you earlier today, you quickly stood up grabbing the door handle and slamming the door shut with a yelled “asshole!” But you couldn’t help but burst into laughter as you looked up at your boyfriend's face to see the utter horror and embarrassment on his face.

Daryl was red, redder than you’d ever seen him.

Loud and pure laughter spills out of your mouth that had just been performing dirty acts. “Oh my God, Daryl- i- holy shit” You sputter out as he grumbles “yeah so fuckin funny, why you laughin?” while shoving his now limp dick back into his jeans with a deep annoyed pout. “He just saw my dick dunno, why is that so funny?” “S’ funny cause I ain't the one who got seen, for once i was fully clothed” You manage to say as you pull yourself together and kiss Daryl on the forehead. “Ain’t like they didn’t know what we were doin’ in here anyway” Daryl just frowns at you, he hates being embarrassed more than anything and your sassy man of a boyfriend hates a lot of things. “Don’t make it any better.. He saw my dick”

“Baby if ya that bothered do you want me to pants Eugene so everyone can see his dick too?” You joke which Daryl doesn’t appreciate at all but you swear there's a small smirk on his lips.

[amyispxnk]

Blue-Collar, Red-Dirt Attitude

Summary - After teasing Joel for weeks, you finally get what you wanted.

A/N: ok i was listening to Lana and this just came to me idk

Pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, degradation, age gap (reader is in college, Joel is mid-30s), infidelity by reader, a little fluff at the end, very slight dubcon before reader consents(idk)

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

You’d been teasing him for weeks.

Every single morning, your dad would leave for work and, like clockwork, you’d emerge from your room in that tiny pink camisole and stupidly tiny sleep shorts. You’d offer him breakfast in a sweet little voice, leaning over your back porch railing and making him fight to keep his eyes on your face and not on the cleavage which had just been revealed.

Today, the morning went just like that, but it was now nearing 11 and Joel was still hard at work in your garden. He was really close friends with your dad so, of course, when your dad absentmindedly mentioned some contracting-related problem, Joel was on it before you could even protest.

Joel was making his way inside to grab some water, when he saw you on the couch. You’d changed into yet another tight top - this one giving him a view of your waist - and some denim shorts. Could those even be considered shorts? They looked more like a scrap of fabric, he thought.

You saw Joel scrutinising you and smirked. “Hey Joel. Everything okay back there?” You hum, pretending you have no idea what you’re doing to him.

“Uh- yeah. Yeah ‘s all fine.” He coughs, tips of his ears going red. You nod slowly.

“Well, Danny’s coming over in a few, so.. I’ll just be upstairs if you need anything.” You say, feigning nonchalance when deep inside you’re excited. Excited.. To make Joel jealous. You’ve been trying to get him to fuck you for weeks. Months, really. But he’s been working at your house for weeks and it was your best opportunity, you thought. You’ve seen how his gaze lingered on you more and more recently, how his ears go red and his grip tightens on whatever he’s holding when you cross your arms, pushing up your tits for him.

“Danny?” He frowns in confusion, before realising. Fucking Danny. That stupid boyfriend of yours. Your dad mentioned how much he thinks he’s an idiot, and how it doesn’t even seem like you enjoy his company. Joel’s never met him but he’s getting his chance now, as your doorbell rings. You barely hide your grin as you hurry over to the door, opening it and greeting Danny with far too much enthusiasm. Even he’s a little confused.

“Hey..” he starts, before meeting Joel’s eye. “Who the fuck is that, babe?” He says. His voice is weak and totally serving frat boy, and it makes Joel scoff.

“Oh, him? That’s just Joel. He’s our contractor.” You explain, and Joel’s jaw is clenched now, offering a stiff nod before walking back outside. Without the water he came for.

–

2 hours later, Danny finally leaves. He’s got a dumb smirk on his face, and both of your clothes and hair are messed up. You quickly close the door as soon as he’s walked out and sigh, running a palm down your face.

“I have to dump that idiot.” You mutter to yourself, tensing up when Joel’s voice comes from behind you, agreeing.

“You should. Guessin’ y’all didn’t have much fun then?” He huffs, walking over to the sink and grabbing the water. He’s sweatier now, sleeves rolled up past his arms, veins bulging and making you want to sink your teeth into him-

“Oh, uh, no not really.” You murmur, grabbing some water too.

He raises his brows at you, taking in your slightly dishevelled appearance, silently asking really?

“He didn’t.. We only like…” You sigh, shaking your head. “No, it wasn’t fun.”

“Poor thing. Whorin’ yourself out for a dumb boy like him, not even gettin’ to come?” He frowns in mock-sympathy. Your eyes go wide. He did not just say that to you.

He takes your silence as an indicator to continue.

“Don’t act all surprised, honey, I’m definitely not. Little slut like you, wearin’ those tight tops and tiny shorts ‘round me for all this time. Bet you’ve never even had a good fuck, hm?”

You blink at him, regaining some sort of control over your body. But he’s coming closer, arms caging you, pinned back against the counter.

“Joel, what the f-” You start, voice all high-pitched and surprising even yourself. You’re breathing hard, chest heaving at the proximity.

“Shh, sweetheart. We both know you want this.” He murmurs, voice low in your ear, fingers teasing the waistband of your shorts.

“You want me to show you how a real man treats his girl?”

A beat. Then you nod.

“Atta girl. Up.” He pats your ass and you quickly hop onto the counter, letting him pull your shorts down. It reveals the damp, slightly darker spot in the centre of your panties, making him chuckle. “This wet from jus’ a little talk? Or.. maybe this is from that David boy.” You know that’s not his name, but you don’t even remember it right now. “Is this for him.. or for me, darlin’?” He hums, snapping the elastic against your hip before gazing up at you, eyes darker than you’ve ever seen before.

“Y-you. It’s for you, Joel.. fuck!” You gasp as he puts his head between your thighs, inhaling deeply as he noses your cunt through the fabric. “Smell sweeter than honey, baby.. You gonna be good for me now? Let me eat your little pussy until you’re cryin’?” He rasps, slowly peeling your panties down. You kick them off, nodding so hard your head almost falls off.

He doesn’t waste a second, throwing your legs over his shoulders and immediately licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit. He groans, and it’s so deep, so male that your head falls back, eyes fluttering shut.

He nips at your thigh. “Eyes on me.” Before immediately diving back in, tongue dipping into your cunt and fucking you hard and fast with it. It’s hard to listen to him as your eyes start rolling back, toes curling when he starts sucking on your clit.

“J-Joel, I can’t- I’m gonna come!” You whine, fisting his hair tight and making him double his efforts, tongue flicking over your clit even faster. His hand moves up and under your top, palming your tits. He stutters in his movement slightly when he realises you hadn’t even had a bra on, before he’s fucking you with his tongue even harder.

The combined sensations all make you reach your peak, letting out another garbled cry of his name as your back arches and your thighs shake around his head, whimpering as he fucks you through it. You twitch from the oversensitivity as he presses one final kiss to your clit, rising and grunting softly as his knees pop.

He meets your eyes, chuckling softly at how dazed you look already. “He really don’t fuck ya good, does he?” He smirks, cupping your cheek and wiping a stray tear that had slipped from your eyes. You lean into his touch, shaking your head.

“Idiot don’t know what to do with an angel like you.” He murmurs, brushing back some of your hair. It’s oddly gentle, too intimate for sure, making you flustered.

“Thought you said I was a slut.” You giggle quietly, making him smirk. “I guess I did. ‘S okay, baby. Y’can be my little slut, hm?” Before his head is dipping and he kisses you.

His words make you whimper so sweetly again for him, and suddenly he’s picking you up, carrying you over to the couch as your tongues tangle, legs tight around his waist and fingers tight in his hair. He sets you down on shaky legs before he’s quickly bending you over the couch arm.

“You gonna let me fuck you now, babygirl? Gonna take this cock real nice for me, aren’t ya?” He says, palm smoothing down the curve of your back and over your ass before spanking you twice in quick succession.

“Y-yes!” You whine, head falling forwards. He hums, kissing your neck before you hear him unbuckling his belt. This is it. You’re finally going to get him after all this time.

You turn your head, wanting to see his cock, and.. fuck. When he pulls it out of his boxers, you audibly gasp. He’s at least 8 inches, thick, uncut, with a vein running all the way up to his tip. You feel yourself gushing even more at just the sight of it.

He chuckles at your reaction, pumping himself as he puts a hand on your hip, steadying you to take his cock. “You ready, baby? Can’t promise I’ll be gentle.” He mutters, inhaling sharply as he starts to push inside, his head stretching you and making you whimper.

“Joel-”

“I know, I know baby. Ain’t never taken a cock this big before, have ya? ‘S okay. I’ll stretch ya out real good. Make sure you can only take this cock from now on, yeah?” He soothes, pushing even deeper. You feel so full and he’s barely halfway in.

“Please, please I- I need you Joel.” You practically sob, nails digging into your palms as he finally bottoms out.

“Such a slut.” He mutters, pulling out to the tip before slamming back inside, making you gasp sharply, hips jumping. “You need my big dick, hm? I bet you can feel me all the way up- here.” He grunts, pressing on the bulge his cock makes in your stomach, making you whine.

“Yes, yes, fuck! Feels so good.” You sob, making him move even faster, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together filling the room. His fingers find your clit and you practically scream, back arching. He forces you upright, his other palm going to your tits, pinching and tweaking at your nipples.

“I- I’m gonna- gonna come.. Please…” You beg weakly, pussy throbbing around him and nails digging into his arm. It’s the only thing keeping you up anymore.

“You wanna come? Y’think you deserve to come? Think you even deserved this cock after teasin’ me all those weeks?” You nod, making him slap you lightly on the cheek. “You cockhungry little…” You tighten around him, making his eyes flutter, head falling back slightly.

“Please Joel, I need it. Need your come fillin’ me up.” He loses it at that, hips stuttering as he pumps you full of his seed, no warning. His fingers manage to speed up on your clit, making you come too, wailing his name.

He groans deeply, kissing your neck before slapping your clit and making you gasp softly, a final spasm of your cunt around him before he finally pulls out.

“Fuck, darlin’...” He whispers, watching his spend leak from your hole, taking two fingers and pushing it back inside before bringing his fingers to your lips. You suck on them, eyes fluttering shut at the dirtiness of it all, tasting your mixed release from his fingers. He spins you around, picking you up and kissing you softly before carrying you upstairs.

“Shit, where’s the bathroom again..” He mutters, and you lazily point him in the right direction. He sits you on the countertop, wiping between your thighs. It makes you smile, fingers toying with his hair.

“And just like that, big bad Joel Miller has gone soft.” You tease, making him chuckle softly, kissing your thigh after he’s finished and tossing the tissue in the trash. “Only for you, darlin’.” He hums, before leaving momentarily to grab a big t-shirt from your room, helping you slide it on. “Now, you’re only gonna be fucking me, yeah? No more whorin’ yourself out for college boys.” He murmurs, before kissing you.

You definitely like the sound of that.

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! <3

[skiiyoomin]

HII!! Idk if your taking requests rn but if you still do,can you please do Bakugou having a emo gf?? I honestly don't know if you still write mha stuffs, so ignore this if you don't!! 🙏🙏

ღBakugou having an emo gf

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a/n hi!! idk if you wanted it to be texts or a oneshots or wtv so i went with headcanons!! and yess i still write for mha, my inbox is open if you get creative ;)) also, my conception of emo might but kinda stereotypical so i apologize in advance!!

Bakugou had an emo phase in middle school and you can NAWTTT change my mind. Now that he´s older and more mature, he´s become closeted about this phase of his. But trust, if he hears any type of emo music, he knows deep down in his soul that he´s jamming to that shit.

That is why, in terms of how aggressive he is with people, emos are at the bottom of the list, including you.

Of course, when you first walked into class he was still the abrasive person he is. Nevertheless, it was clear to anyone who had known him long enough, that he treated you with just a little more respect than he did with others.

You never understood it, but you never questioned it either. What little bit of peace there was with the blonde was to remain untouched and unshattered. That is until Mina whispered ideas into your head that Bakugou had a thing for you. At first, you tried to convince yourself that it was just Mina gossiping as always. But that didn´t mean you weren´t just the slightest bit more aware of Bakugous mannerisms towards you.

During his infatuated phase, though he would rather die than call it that, he had walked past your room only to stop abruptly when the muffled music reached his ears. The rythm of Panic! At The Disco was heard through your speakers, your melodic voice humming the lyrics. He´d be lying if he said he didn´t know the songs by heart. He did.

And despite his embarrassment of people having this knowledge, his gut told him you wouldn´t judge. Hence why he found himself knocking on your door.

"Bakugou? Do you need something?" You ask, not having expected the sudden visit.

Why did he come here again? His throat suddenly felt dry and his tongue heavy.

"I heard your music down the hallway, it´s too damn loud" Smooth Bakugou smooth.

"Oh. Is it? I´ll turn it down"

Just as you turn back around, he abruptly speaks.

"I like it" Well that sounded dumb "The group I mean. It used to be my favorite"

If you weren´t surprised before you sure are now. Yet you didn´t dislike it.

"Really?....Wanna come in to listen?"

The friendship stage was blurry to say the least. Neither of you knew whether you were treading a line between friends or lovers. But it felt right.

The respect he held for you from the beginning grew the more he learned about you. Between all the dumbasses and extras he was surrounded with, you seemed to be the one with the most refreshing mind. Your passions and views about the world amaze him to no end and he finds himself learning from you.

Of course, everyone else could see the palpable tension between you. It was clear as day yet neither of you made a move. It was infuriating and your dear classmates could only take so much before they intervened. Luckily, a small push was all that was needed for things to go smoothly.

They went with the classic plan. Making plans with friends only to end up ditching you and leaving you all alone with your now crush. Bakugou caught on quicker than you did. And while he wanted to strangle the idiots, he knew it was now or never, he had to stop chickening out.

"What are we?" He asks out of the blue while walking back to the dorms. He could feel your eyes on him, but he didn´t turn his head, too scared to look.

"What do you want us to be?" You counterask, your heart inevitably thumping in your chest.

"If I tell you will you still stay?" You can only muster a nod.

"I want us to stop dancing around our feelings. I want to take you out. On a real date"

With a grin, you lean close and place a kiss to his blossoming cheek. "I´ve been waiting for you to ask"

The relationship wasn´t all that different. Rather, it was more like an upgrade. He still does the things he does but now under the claim of being your boyfriend. And yes, he came out of the emo closet, though it was pretty transparent. Don´t tell him that though.

[dumpywrites]

Test Drive - Min Yoongi / Suga

Prompt: “How does one incite a first kiss?”

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Fluff, friends to lovers, friends with benefits? but they only kiss

Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader

Word count: 3.5k

a/n: The idea of friends figuring out their feelings for each other is always so cute to me idk why >_<

Yoongi and you used to date once… back in high school. That happened due to peer pressure and the fear of missing out from not getting a prom date like everyone else. In fact, neither one of you had ever said anything about your feelings to each other, just a mere “do you think it’d be cool if we just date?” uttered by your friend on a random Thursday after school. It didn’t last that long as you agreed that friendship just made a lot more sense than relationship to you both. 

Fast forward to just a few years later, you were now a fully functional adult, at least that was what you’d like to think. The high school quote on quote friendship gang that you used to have, was now slowly divided by work. All of you were occupied by your own schedules, projects, side jobs, or simply, just adulting stuff. You were just glad you had a friend like Jimin who would take his time to organize random hangouts now and then, just for the sake of it. 

And so after not meeting for around two full months, all of your schedules finally lined up. It also happened to be the first time in forever that Jin introduced someone new to your group, a girlfriend. 

“Honestly, I thought you’d die alone.” Taehyung said nonchalantly. 

“Just because you were voted most handsome student that one time in college, doesn’t mean you get to say shit like this…” Jin said, clearly annoyed, which only resulted in laughter from everyone. 

“You’re just butthurt you weren’t the one who won.” Taehyung smirked and took a sip of his cola. 

“Cut it off guys, you’re scaring poor Wendy here.” You said, smiling at the girl sitting next to Jin. “Don’t worry, we’re not always like this.”

“She has to get used to it one way or another, she’s dating the most annoying one in our group after all!” Jimin said while snickering. 

“I swear I’m going to murder you all…” Jin groaned. The girlfriend next to him only giggled. 

“Man, I wish I wasn’t so single.” Nayeon puffed her cheeks and sighed. “It’s gonna be Christmas soon too.”

You nodded. “Relatable.”

“Aren’t you and Yoongi used to date though?” Jimin suddenly said. 

The guy who was only quietly sipping his coffee, suddenly straightened his posture. “I heard my name mentioned.” Yoongi said. 

“Oh my god… it was just silly thing we did to have a prom date!” You whined. “Right, Yoongi?” You looked at the guy, searching for validation. You earned a shrug from him. 

“I wanna know the details!” Wendy suddenly said with excitement. 

“We were both dumb and had never dated anyone before. It was more of a play date kind of thing.” You replied, looking at Yoongi again in hope that he would back you up. 

“I was the one who suggested it, the fomo was getting to me seeing Taehyung date left and right. Look at how that turned out for him though…” Yoongi simply said. The mentioned guy could be heard protesting in the background.

“I always wonder,” Nayeon tapped her chin in a comical way. “Did y’all ever kiss or something?”

“Eww, never!!!” You cringed, while the others laughed. “We dated for two weeks in total because just holding hands made us gag.” 

“Not gonna lie, I could picture it. The two of you would look cute.” Wendy commented with a playful smile. 

“Lord… trust me, we don’t.” You shook your head at her. 

“Hey, Yoongs!” Jimin called. “When was even the last time you went on a date?!”

“Contrary to popular believe I actually go on dates, excuse you.” The guy rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his coffee. 

“I hardly believe that. We don’t need to count Y/N here, okay???” Jimin chuckled. 

And that was how Yoongi became grumpy the entire ride back home. He gave you a ride because your house was in the same direction and you were just too lazy to deal with the busy street on a Saturday night. The moment you stepped inside the car, the guy was already complaining. With some time to kill, you decided to stop at a drive thru for some ice cream and chit-chats. 

“They really need to mind their own business.” Yoongi said, still vexed. 

“I’m sure they were just joking.”

“Do I really look like a loser?!” 

“You don’t.” You quickly replied. 

He sighed. “Sorry, it’s just that it’s been a while and I suddenly feel self conscious.”

“Aww, Yoongi…” You cooed. “Is there someone in mind though?” 

“Not really.” He said with a straight face. 

“What’s it like anyway? Your ideal type and all…” You turned your body to face his side, lifting your feet a little bit. 

“Uh… I guess I like someone who has no filter and just chill.”

“What about appearance?”

“You sound oddly excited.” He side eyed you. 

“I’m just curious! Plus you never really talked to me about this and we’ve been friends for years.” 

“Hmm… let me think.” He tapped his thigh, wondering. “Nah, I think I couldn’t care less.”

“I find it hard to believe that…” You squinted your eyes. “Men are visual beings.”

“Do not generalize!” He eyed you again. 

“Is it someone like Minjoo? Cause I remembered her being very pretty.” You didn’t know why you were whispering. 

“That was such a long time ago.” He shook his head. 

“Hey, I heard that apparently your first relationship supposedly shapes your ideal type.” You shrugged. 

“So it’s you then.” 

Your eyes widened. He really had to say it with the blankest looking expression. The honesty of this man really blew your mind sometimes.

“Oh, shut up! That doesn’t count!!!” You protested. 

He only chuckled, clearly finding your reaction amusing. 

“Is Minjoo your first kiss?” You whispered again, wiggling your eyebrows. 

“This topic has clearly shifted from wanting to help me out to full blown interrogation.” He folded his arms and closed his eyelids. “No, she was not.”

You dramatically gasped. “The drama!”

“I think my first kiss was in uni and neither of us were sober at that time so it doesn’t really matter.” He scoffed. 

“Damn, I was gonna ask how’s your first kiss like, only for you to say that. I’m sorry, I guess.” You sighed with a teasing smile on your face. 

“What’s yours like?” He asked. 

“It was sweet actually.” You smiled as you reminisced through the memory. “Both of us were really shy and I think we kissed under a tree. It was some real k-drama shit.” You laughed. “It’s kinda embarrassing now that I think of it…”

“Must be nice.” He nodded a few times. “To be quite honest with you, I don’t even know if I’m a good kisser.” 

You raised your hand and high-fived him. “Surely that’s not something we should be proud of.” You giggled. “Like, how does one incite a first kiss? Hell, how does one incite a kiss in general???” 

“I’m pretty sure you just go for it, don’t need to think much.” He laughed. “Worst case scenario you get rejected.”

“This conversation started with me wanting to help you with your insecurities to then giving me an insecurity! Now I’m worried about my kissing skill!!!” You whined. 

“You think you might be rusty? If you’re rusty, then what am I?!” He grinned.

“Should we just practice kissing?”

The car suddenly went silent. It was no help that the radio volume was playing at almost the lowest volume. The sentence just flashed through your mind and you let it out without thinking of it twice. In your head, it would be way weirder to ask someone random or even someone you romantically interested in to indulge in the idea. He was your friend, a very close one too. He was in fact, just Yoongi. It should not be weird, right?

Yoongi’s lips turned into a big O shape. “I’m sorry, what?!”

“I mean, in what other situation can you just ask a person to practice kiss with you. Any other situation would be too embarrassing. We’re just friends that want to test something out!” 

“You sure it wouldn’t be weird?” Yoongi raised one of his eyebrows. 

“I think so?” You looked at him skeptically.

“No take-backs.” He warned you.

“Roger that.” You nodded. “Do we just… uh, how do we???”

Instead of replying, he just softly brought you closer. The space in between the car seat was making it a bit tricky, but his hand smoothly pulled you by the back of your neck. And your lips met, just like that. Both of you let it linger for a few seconds, before you felt his lips moving, so automatically, your response was to mimic his movement. 

“Stick your tongue out for me.” He said between the kiss. 

“Oh, you’re giving directions now?” 

You pulled back, smirking at him before leaning back in. You did as told and soon found both of your tongue dancing, intertwining with each other. You couldn’t help but to giggle every now and then, breaking the kiss as you did, but each time Yoongi would reach for your lips back on his. You could feel him smiling through it, maybe he wanted to giggle along with you too. 

After what felt like forever, you both pulled away, mostly due to the awkward angle making your back ache a little bit. 

“That was… something.” You chuckled, fingertips holding your lips as you still couldn’t believe what happened. 

“That was not so bad…” He breathed out and grinned. 

“I think so too.” You giggled. “It’s just kinda funny though, I’m sorry I kept laughing.” 

“It’s okay, it’s kinda cute to be honest.” 

Sometimes you hated how frank your friend could be, because this was the kind of stuff he just blurted out without thinking, and it was messing with your head. 

“So… what do we do with this information?” You looked at him, feeling your face flushed. 

“Nothing, I suppose.”

─

It was just a week after when you receive a text from Yoongi, asking if by any chance you were free after work. You were not sure what he wanted to say that was so important to the point that he had to tell in person immediately. You soon found out why. 

“I have a date tonight.”

He said, standing right in front of your door that you just closed right after welcoming him in. It was raining and the black hoodie he was wearing was slightly damped after running from the parking lot, adding to the dramatic effect. It looked like he was shivering ever so slightly, you just had the tiniest urge to hug him to make sure he was warm.

“Huh?” You gaped. “With who??? I didn’t know you were close with someone?!“

“I downloaded bumble a few days ago. It was Taehyung’s idea.” He cut your question short. 

You folded your arms, wanting to tease him but no words came up. You couldn’t exactly pin point as to why you felt almost disappointed upon hearing the news. “Congrats? You could just call me or text me.”

“What if I kiss her at the end of the date?”

Your eyes widened as you started to get some ideas. Or you could just be one hell of a pervert if that was not the case. 

“I need your feedback… and consent.” For the first time in a while, you saw nervousness in Yoongi’s face. He kept fiddling with the ring he had in his middle finger. He cleared his throat before popping a question slash offer to you. 

“Can we practice again just for a bit?” 

In short, Yoongi ended up ditching the date and spent the whole night making out with you on the couch. He never asked or mentioned anything about the alleged date afterwards, just silently watched the tv you had on as you leaned on his shoulder.

The first time was odd, but it was odd in a cute and endearing way. But the second one was intense. If you were giggling mid kissing before, this time you were holding down your voice, trying to not make any weird noise. When he bit your lower lip, did he remember the fact that both of you were just friends?

─

At this point you were both experts in kissing. At least in your case that was what you would like to believe. It had been going on for weeks and it was turning into a habit that you found yourself guilty on too. It was just too easy to keep coming back to him, asking the silly question. It appeared to be the same for him as well. He never refused. Kept coming back to you as well. 

None of you ever addressed anything, not that you thought it would matter anyway. It would be a lie to say that you didn’t enjoy this, because clearly, you were addicted at this point. You just could not bring yourself to stop. Any chance you get to be alone with him, your lips would find each other almost as instantly. It would always just end like that though, a kiss, a make out sesh. Never more, never less. 

With Christmas just around the corner your friends were starting to plan getaways, dinners, parties, and other possible options. You? You were just thinking of how to sneak and shower Yoongi with smooches. It was getting unhealthy and you were completely aware, but oh well. 

Came twenty fourth of December. It was snowing and surroundings were looking festive. With everyone having days off from work, it was decided that renting a cabin and spending the night there sounded perfect to all of you. 

Wendy and you were in charge of the Christmas tree, while Jin and Taehyung being the taller ones in the group, were assigned for decorations that acquired more height. Yoongi could be seen trying to set up the fireplace, as Jimin and Nayeon set up the food and snacks. 

“Done!” Wendy clapped her hands happily as both of you finished the tree with a star on top. 

“We should take a picture together with the tree!” Nayeon exclaimed. 

All of you started to scoot, preparing your poses as Nayeon grabbed her phone and put it on a table after setting the camera timer. When she ran back to quickly join the rest of you, you suddenly felt Yoongi’s arm coming from your back, pulling you closer to him. A big grin was plastered on his face. Normally, you wouldn’t bat an eye to that, you had been friends for years and years. So you weren’t so sure why it made you malfunction for a second when you felt his fingertips brushing your shoulder. Thankfully, you had enough time to look up back at the camera to make an appropriate expression.

Two board games and one boring christmas movie later, most of you were sleepy, if not a little bit tipsy. Taehyung started taking sips of Jimin’s coffee he found in the fridge, that was when you knew that man was drunk. While Jin and Wendy had already head upstairs to their room, Nayeon and Jimin were sitting on the carpet while you and Yoongi on the couch, with this weird gap between the two of you. 

“I heard the bumble dates went well.” Taehyung said, as he occupied the empty space between you and Yoongi. 

Your head immediately jerked to your left side, looking at both Yoongi and Tae. Didn’t he ditch the date? “Oh, you actually went to the date?”

Yoongi looked at you, with yet again another unreadable expression. He was about to open his mouth but the other guy beat him to it. 

“Did he show you her photos? The girl looks hot!” Taehyung exclaimed eagerly. 

“Our Yoong-yoong finally went on a date?” Jimin looked up with a curious smile. 

“Oooh, spill the tea!” Nayeon joined. 

“It was only one date.” 

You froze. So he did go to the date and he never told you a single thing. You were not sure how to feel or how to react regarding the news, but you felt betrayed. 

“She’s not a catfish or anything, right?” Taehyung asked, scooting closer to Yoongi. 

“She’s not.”

“Nice.” Taehyung nudged the man. “Are y’all going on another date or something?”

“I don’t think—“

“You better be!” Tae cut the guy short again. “Come on, you need this. You need to at least get laid.” He laughed. 

“Hey, maybe let’s not pressure the guy like that…” Nayeon said to Taehyung.

“Let’s just celebrate the fact that Yoongi just went on a date.” Jimin chuckled. 

You tried your best to not look like the conversation bothered you in any way. “Told you, you have nothing to worry about.” You said to him with a smile. 

Yoongi was only silent and soon the topic changed. 

The next morning you woke up very early, but most likely due to the fact that you could barely catch any snooze. You decided to make yourself a cup of tea and sat on the front porch, enjoying the cold morning air and the falling pieces of snow. 

You started getting teary. You could be still sleepy, maybe it could also be the hormones acting up. It’s about time of your PMS, judging by the date, but you were not certain. What made you so upset about? You should be thrilled that your friend who you wanted so badly to get his confidence back, finally went on an actual date.

Not even seconds later that your mind started to wander at a possibility of him kissing another person, then you started tearing up again. 

Sooner or later you needed to accept the cold hard truth. Jealousy was a knife.

“Isn’t it cold out there?”

You looked back, surprised to see Yoongi closing the front door behind. He took off his gloves and placed it on your lap. 

“It’s fine, the tea is warm.” You reasoned.

“I don’t feel that cold.” He said, taking the seat next to you. “Why are you up so early?”

“Could ask the same to you.” You said after putting on the gloves. It was slightly bigger and your heart raced at the thought. 

“Can’t sleep.” He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. “You?”

“Same.” You realized you hadn’t looked him in his direction the whole time. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” 

You were taken aback by the sentence, but still chose to look straight at the scenery in front of you. “About what?”

“The date.” He sighed. “Actually, I only went because I felt bad that we already agreed on a time and place but I cancelled on her in such short notice before. She actually turned out to be really nice and we hung out for a bit…”

You felt sick listening to it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, instead you just nodded along. 

“She asked me for a second date but I refused.” 

This time you looked at him. “Why? Didn’t you say that she turned out to be really nice?”

“That day after I took her home, we almost kissed… I backed away because out of nowhere I just saw your face.” He sighed, followed by a nervous chuckle. “She’s nice…” He looked away, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “But she isn’t you.”

What?

“Yoongi, I don’t understand…”

“I don’t either, but I can’t bring myself to kiss anyone else other than you.” He looked at you with a genuine expression. “Can’t imagine you kissing anyone else either, it kills me.”

It had been the same case for you too. 

“I actually feel the same way.” You let out a relieved chuckle, feeling a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. “What does this mean for us now?”

He smiled, so wide that your heart melted seeing the sight. He took your right hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. You felt your cheeks warmed up, and a giddy smile curved your lips. This definitely was different from how you felt back in the day.

“You good?” He asked with a big gummy grin.

“It doesn’t feel weird like how it was when we fake dated.” You giggled. 

He smiled and held your cheek with his hand, while the other still holding yours. Midway through leaning in, he stopped and straightened his gaze at you. 

“I like you, if that’s not clear by now.” 

“I know.” You giggled, blushing. 

He quirked his eyebrow. It seemed like he was not too pleased with you not saying the magic words back to him. He might need to kiss you first to earn it and that was the idea that Yoongi could definitely get behind. 

Oh you could already imagine the chaos when your friends finally found out about this whole rollercoaster of a story. 

Thank you for reading! ❤

[issybee06]

Go big or go home pt 2

Part 2! Hooray!

Uhhh, enjoy? Feast? Idk

🔞

Pt1

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When Mark Grayson had come up to you a month ago begging for a fake girlfriend, you didn’t expect to find yourself agreeing.

Or making out with him…

Or fucking him in the back of your car on Prom night behind a McDonald’s. But, you know what they say?

Go big or go home.

“So…why did I have to skip my fifth period for this? Couldn’t we have just gone, I don’t know, after school?” Mark asks, climbing out of the passenger side of the car. You scoff at him, closing the drivers side door.

“Mark, I have practice from 3:30 to 5:00,” You exhale, walking with him to the elevator, “we should have done this a month ago but someone kept bailing out on me!”

He winced, feeling guilty all over again. You were right, every weekend since the agreement you had tried to get him to the mall to go tux hunting, but every weekend something just had to happen. I run away train, monsters trying to tear up the city, his mom did actually need him for something, HE WENT TO FUCKING MARS.

No, he did not tell you this, you had no idea your nerdy awkward friend was the hottest new hero.

He probably would have gotten a lot more than a steamy make out if you knew though…

“When was the last time we hung out?” He asked when the elevator dinged and opened for them. You looked over at him funny, raising a brow, “like, last Wednesday-”

“No, like, before the deal…I can’t remember the last time you came over, or let alone gone to the mall with me.”

You sighed, willing the elevator to go up faster, “Mark…we just, drifted apart.”

“No, you got popular.”

“Really? Now? We’re gonna do this now?” You shoot him a glare and he immediately closes his mouth, bashfully looking down at his scruff up high tops. Fuck, why was he so cute and pathetic and ughhhhhhhh

The elevator stopped and you both let out a sigh in relief.

“Okay, I already have my dress so we just gotta match a tux.” I spoke, grabbing his wrist and tugging him.

He stumbled a bit, cheeks flaring. Shit, no, he was not crushing on you of all people. Not when this whole thing started with him begging you to fake a relationship with him because of a different girl.

You tug him into the store, immediately throwing him into a changing room before he even got to see the tuxes.

“Mark, what size are you again?” You asked, looking at button up shirts. Black. Black was hot and it would looks so fucking good against his skin tone…

“Uhhh…like a large?”

“A large?”

“…yeah.”

You sighed, talking to the curtain, “just take your shirt off and give it to me so I can find your size.”

There was an awkward pause followed by the sound of Rustling fabric, than an arm poking out from between the curtain holding a shirt. You roll your eyes, laughing slightly before grabbing the shirt and looking at the size.

Holy-

You rip the curtain open, causing Mark to let out a girlish scream, “(Y/n)?! What the fuck-”

“Oh my god…YOURE RIPPED!”

He blushes, rubbing his arm awkwardly, “uhhh yes? Yes.”

“What? When?! When did this happen?!” Fucking noodle arm Grayson looked like his biceps were as big as my head-

“…puberty.”

“Puberty?”

He snaps, pointing at you, “yes! Puberty gave me massive muscle.”

“…Mark that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”

He whines, closing the curtain on you, “just go and make me look pretty!”

Watching him try on the black button up shirt and pants combo was like getting a magic Mike performance for free, but all his clothes stay on. Your foot tapped on the carpeted floor, biting your lip as he checked himself out in the 3rd outfit we had piece together for him. Shit, this wasn’t good.

“I think this one’s good.” He grinned, turning back to look at you with those dumb puppy dog baby browns. Fuck him and that dorky smile.

“Yeah…me too, fits you really nice,” you swallow, looking at how the pants fit over his ass, “really nice.”

He continued to check himself out, smiling triumphantly in the mirror. This bitch…

“(Y/n) is this what love feels like?” He asks, and you debate on throwing your shoe at him.

……………………….……………………….………………………….

I wonder if Debbie would feel grateful if I murdered her son?

Sitting on the couch with Marks parents was not how you wanted to start Prom, smiling awkwardly in your dark blue dress and picking at the dead skin by your pretty manicured nails.

“One minute (Y/n)! I-uh-gotta fix my hair!”

“But you look fine-”

“Okay, thanks, bye!”

“I’m gonna kill him…” you muttered under your breath, think no one could hear. Nolan coughed, adjusting himself on the couch.

“So…cheerleading, you enjoy that?”

“Uhhh, I guess so?-”

“(Y/N)!”

Mark comes tumbling down the stairs, and no, his hair did not look any better. He look like he just ran here, and you furrowed your brows, “Mark what the fu-”

“Oh! Look how cute you two look! Let’s get pictures!”

“I am really sorry…” he mumbled for the 10th time in a row, looking at you as you drove in silence to the school. You weren’t mad, psh, no, never! Why should you be mad? This wasn’t an actual date at prom, he wasn’t your real boyfriend, this was for a girl who DIDNT EVEN KNOW HIS NAM-

“Mark, really, it’s fine.” You spoke out in a sigh, stopping at the traffic light. It was taking all your strength not to look over at him and drool over hot absolutely hot he looked. The messed up, slightly sweaty, black hair against his flushed skin? Wet. Him in all black with the first few top bottoms of his shirt undo so that his collar bones were on display? You might soak through your underwear.

He on the other hand couldn’t bring himself to pull his eyes off you. It was the first time he saw your dress, and his hands were itching to touch you. You were just so fucking pretty…hair done so nicely, makeup done with purpose, god. You were a vision anyone would choose to stare at for hours on end without growing tired.

What was he doing? Going after some girl he shared one class with who smiled at him one day and in his stupid hormonal teenage boy mind, instantly wanted her? The fuck? You were right there. Gorgeous, witty, funny…

You pulled into the school parking lot and he make a noise in the back of his throat. Fuck, he was hard.

Walking in together was easy, it was the chaos of figuring what the fuck to do next. Do we just hang out? Do we hang out with your friends or William? Or do we go by the girl who Mark honestly had lost interest in the day to kissed him.

“Uhh, I’m gonna get some soda.” You mumbled, walking away in a hurry.

You pour the soda in a clear plastic cup, chugging it before going back for more. This. This might have been the worse torture ever. Not being able to sink your teeth into Mark Graysons perfect neck might kill you.

“Oh my god, I love your dress!”

You jumped and turned to find her, the girl, mystery girl, smiling at you.

Shit was she pretty, soft smile, pretty eyes. She look beautiful in her dress, and your stomach dropped.

“Oh! Thank you! You look amazing!” You put on your best fake smile, that good old cheerleader fake nice.

“Oh…thanks,” she blushed, pouring herself a cup, “you’re here with Mark Graysons right? He is so hot.”

Shit.

“Shit…”

Her eyes widen slightly, and you mentally kick yourself, “Mark? Oh yeah, total babe.”

She laughs off her shock, nodding, “yeah, you’re lucky.”

She smiles again, waving as she leaves you at the table.

Shit.

Mark smiles as you walk back over to him and William, “hey! You good?”

You hum, smiling, “yeah…I, uh, I talked to her.”

“…who?”

You faltered, squinting at him, “the…the fucking girl, Mark.”

He pales, looking as if he was just slapped, “oh…Oh!!! oh, yeah, right…what did she say?”

“Thinks you’re hot.”

His eyes widen, and he nods as he takes in the new information, “huh, why didn’t that make me feel better…”

“What?”

“What?”

You look at him funny, him trying to process shit. He inhaled, “should I,,.talk to her?”

“Yes! Fuck! Go!” You threw a smile on, reaching up to fix him up a bit, “just be yourself, Kay?”

He nods, softly looking down at you, “okay…yeah, okay.”

He walks off, disappearing into the crowd. I groan, sinking into the chair next to William. He pats my back, tutting, “you poor, poor, fool.”

The night felt like it went on for hours, and after Mark disappeared the whole thing just became unbearable. Your cheer friends laughed and talked about their dresses or their dates or how fucked up they were gonna get at the after parties. If it was any other prom, you would have done the same, but at the moment the only thing you wanted to do was lay on the ground and scream.

Mark hadn’t come back, couldn’t even get a glimpse of him, not even a little text saying everything was going good.

He literally left you at prom, alone. His date!

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid-

“Hey.”

You look up and glare, arms crossed. Here he was, man of the hour with the dumbest, biggest, smile he’s ever worn.

You roll your eyes, “let’s just go.”

The party was already dwindling, most people gone to go to the parties that would rage on till dawn.

He hurried after you, confused by your attitude, “w-wait. Why are you mad?”

“I’m not mad, Mark, I’m hustling tired.” You retort, pulling your heels off before continuing your stride. He stumbles, falling into step with you.

“You are mad. I can tell.” I can hear your heart making angry thumps

“I’m not mad!” You yell, making him jump. You both freeze, staring at one another on the steps in front of the school. You sigh, cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

“I’m not mad…I’m just tired. Can we go now?”

He nods slowly, biting his lip before following to the car. He climbs in silently, a war playing around in his head.

As you drove, he drummed his fingers on his thigh.

“(Y/n)…”

You hummed, not paying him any mind. He winced, sniffing.

“I,uh…I didn’t do it.”

SKREACH!

“What?! What do you mean?!”

He stuttered, not expecting that reaction, “I-i mean I didn’t do it! I-I talked to her, yeah, but…I-we-we talked about something else!” You. We talked about you.

You hit your head against the steering wheel, “Mark. What. The. Fuck? What the fuck man?!”

“We-I realized, in the moment, she was not my type.” He spoke, picking at his nails.

I groan, turning into the McDonalds parking and stopping the car. I turn to him fully, “spill.”

His eyes widen, cheeks flushing, “uh, I-i tried! I tried flirting but nothing was working! Not that she didn’t find me funny it’s just that my heart wasn’t into it! I-I couldn’t flirt with another when…”

He stopped, looking you up and down with that feverish look you only dream about. Your heart stuttered, and you swallowed, “when…when what?”

He licked his lips, and fuck the way his perfect puffy lips looked. He looking into your eyes, “you know why (Y/n)…it’s not fair.”

“Fair? The fuck you mea-”

He slots his lips on yours, body going over to cup your face so tenderly it was as if he was afraid he’d hurt you.

You kissed back, moaning softly before you got tired of his softness and grabbing sides of his face to deepen the kiss.

Mark's eyes widen in surprise as you deepen the kiss, your tongue slipping past his lips. His gripmoves down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. The sudden intensity of the moment washes over him, taking him by surprise.

He can't help but respond, his tongue meeting yours in a heated exchange. The world around him seems to fade away, leaving only the feeling of your lips on his and the sound of his own racing heartbeat.

You moan softly, pulling him closer and biting his bottom lip. Mark's head spins as you pull him closer, his body pressed against yours. Your moan and the bite on his bottom lip send jolts of pleasure through him, igniting something primal within him that he didn't know existed.

His hand moves up your back, tangling in your hair as he moans into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a fierce battle for domination. He suddenly realizes he is very, VERY into this fake dating.

Mark forgets about the world around him, lost in the intense kiss. His body responds to your touch, his hands roaming over your back, exploring every curve and contour. His mind, usually so logical and rational, is completely consumed by desire for you.

He pulls away briefly to catch his breath, panting softly. His eyes meet yours, full of a mixture of surprise, desire, and a hint of something deeper. "Wow." He whispers, his voice hoarse.

“Wow…who taught you how to kiss like that?” You asked, lips brushing against his. He chuckles, peaking your lips, “you…do you know how hot that fist kiss was? I had never been kissed like that before…”

You moan softly, tilting your head up as he began to trail kisses on your neck and collar bone.

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you when I was talking to her…your smile. Your eyes. Your stupid laugh that plays in my head constantly.” He groans against your skin, inhaling the perfume you had put on earlier that night.

“Fuck…it’s always you.” He bit down, and you gasped a shout. Hands found their way into his hair, tugging on the black tuffs of fluff. He moans, sucking and biting more marks into your skin, gripping your hips so hard he was definitely leaving bruises.

“Fuck…c-can we? We don’t have to, but god…I need you so bad.” He whined, forehead resting on your shoulder. You shiver, there was just something so hot about him begging.

“Y-yeah…w-we just can’t make a mess.” You nod, crawling into the back seat.

He’s on top of you in seconds, so fast you blink and he was there. He was grounding his hips into yours, hiking the skirt of your prom dress up to make sure you felt the same friction as he did. He shuttered, mouth on yours as you both took turns swallowing each others moans and groans.

“Baby…I-i need you. Can I have you? I-I promise I won’t hurt you-“

“Mark! Please! Stop talking! I trust you.” You laugh, sitting up with him. This was going to be such an awkward fucking, the backseats were so small but in that moment you two couldn’t seem to care…not when his hands were in your underwear already, playing with your slick folds.

He shuttered, moaning just from the feel of your arousal. The knowledge that you were getting off too was making his head fuzzy.

“I-I don’t know what I’m doing-“

“Oh my god…Mark, are you a virgin?”

He nods shyly and it took all your willpower not to cum at that very moment.

“Oh-okay.” You nod, sitting up more, “we’ll go slow than.”

He nods, swallowing as he continued to clumsily play around with your sex. He didn’t know what to do, it showed, but he was doing something right.

You shuttered, pressing into his hand more, “h-here. Right here.”

He nods, licking his lips as his thumb finds your clit. You clench around nothing, cursing as he swirl his thumb around and around again slowly but firm.

You move your hand up his thigh, causing it to jump at the touch. Hands reach up to the zipper, tugging it down before popping the bottom open.

“Fuck~” he whined, thumb pressing harder making you jerk. Your hand ran over the outline of his cock in his boxes, and he moaned into your neck, “y-yeah…j-just please-touch me.”

Your hand slipping under the band, the heaviness and hotness of his skin was scorching. You pulled him out of his boxers, mouth watering. He wasn’t the biggest, but he was thick. Very thick.

“Oh, fuck…mmhn.” His hips raised, eyes screwing shut as he pants.

“(Y/n)…please…r-ride me? I-I need you so bad, I-“

You nod, hiking your dress up more before moving onto his lap. Pushing your underwear to the side, you swallow as you line him up. He stares up at you, pupils blown wide with love and lust as you hover above him and oh…he was not gonna fit.

You sunk down on him with a shuttered gasp, tears rising as he digs his fingers into your hips and moaned loudly.

“FUCKKK~ you feel so goood…”

You bottomed , panting above him. He tenses, and your brows furrow, “Mark-“

“S-sorry…sorry, I-I’m trying not to cum too fast.”

Oh my godddddd

You probably should have waited, but at that moment you couldn’t take it anymore. You raised your hips, slamming down on him again making his sob a moan.

“(Y/N)! Please, fuck!”

Arms wrapped around his shoulders, his face pressed against your bust as you moved. His needy sounds and the soft thap thap thap filled the car as you moaned, head thrown back as he sinks his teach into you again.

“S-so perfect-fuck-I-I’ve wanted you since freshman year…god, you were always so pretty, so so pretty, you’re so pretty-AH-“

God if he kept talking like that you are gonna cum.

“Mark…p-play with my clit.” You moaned out, grabbing his wrist and pressing it down on the aching pearl. He whines, nodding and moving his fingers the way you had shown him earlier.

Shit, this was too much. For both of you.

His thighs twitched under you, and he bit his lip hard.

“I-I gotta-I can’t-“

“O-one sec-one second.” You moaned, clenching on his dick painfully hard making him struggle to breath.

He whined, holding back as you pulled off him.

“C-can’t cum inside…sorry.” You mumbled, crawling down onto the floor. He cursed, hand covering his mouth as his eyes watched your every move.

He watched you lick your juices off his twitching dick, moaning as you take him.

“Fuck…you’re so hot…”

Hand resting in your ruined hair, urging you to move faster. He doesn’t force, just resting and combing your hair as he withers under you again,

“I-UGH…c-can I cum? Please?”

You slurp, taking as deep as you could before pulling off him, breathing and diving back in. He moans fingers tightening as his abs tense up. Thick, sticky, hot ribbons of cum glide down your throat, and he groans out your name.

Eyes meet yours, so dark and lust blow you can’t tell if the irises are brown or black anymore.

Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea?

[altadoodler-2020-2025]

oh yeah, update. I don't have a girlfriend anymore. We broke up over the guy she's dating now. Bless his soul the poor sap. u_u

Hi hello hi, I'm not back, I'm dumping art here cuz it's where most ppl follow me. Idk, maybe I'll be like one of those Asian artists that are inactive for months, n then come back to dump a bunch of art, n then disappear again.

I still fucking hate this site, and Twitter isn't any better, but I have no idea where to post my art now other than there.

Anyway, if you want a "me" update, I've been playing a shit ton of VRchat, got a girlfriend, and am a Jax kin now I guess. (He is me fr fr)

Anyway, I'm logging out. Later losers. Maybe I'll see yall in another 6 months.

In the mean time, if ya really want art from me, commission me, it's linked in my pinned post.

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I edited this 10min before my class so it may be shit but idk. I'm trying to come back to writing but I gotta put other stuff first. I just fine it hard to come up with ideas.

“You're so lucky I said yes to this,” you gritted through your fake smile as you watched the other wedding guests on the dance floor.

“Yeah, because you definitely had better plans,” he smirked, taking a sip of his drink.

You and Jack were at one of his relatives' weddings. For some crazy reason, he asked you to be his date—his fake date—and what’s even crazier is that you said yes to a night of faking whatever he told his family you two were. You only knew Jack through your brother, Nico. You always got annoyed by Jack's cocky hockey-player persona; you could practically feel his ego getting bigger the longer he stared at you, smirking. You knew he was a sweet person, and you'd never heard a bad thing about him. Your brother is an honest person, so you couldn't really figure out the exact reason why you hated his guts.

“What did you even tell your parents anyway?” you asked, still watching people on the floor, while Jack kept looking at you.

Why is he looking at me like that? you kept wondering.

You could see his smirk growing stronger before he spoke. “That we’re helplessly in love, that we can't breathe without each other,” he teased, leaning a little closer as he sat beside you.

You scoffed when you heard his dumb words, turning your head to him, a small smile on your lips at his shameless demeanor.

“You’re kidding.”

“What do you mean kidding? It’s true, I'm hopelessly in love,” he shrugged.

But it didn’t seem so careless. There was a weight on his shoulders as he shrugged them. For a moment, when you both stared at each other, the air got thick, and the things around you seemed to slow—but only for a moment. Your heart skipped a beat when he said that to you. He never once broke eye contact, even when he sipped his drink.

God, snap out of it, Y/N, you thought.

And you did. “Whatever, Jack,” you said, shaking your head, resting your chin on your palm as you went back to watching the dancers. But you never felt Jack’s eyes leave you. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you felt his gaze lingering—on your body, your face, your skin, anything. It annoyed you. You already felt like you had enough eyes on you at this damn wedding. Not knowing anyone here and being Jack’s “date” just made more people stare, wondering who you were.

You were about to tell him to fuck off as you turned your head to look at him with an annoyed face.

“Can you no—”

“Wanna dance?” he asked, cutting you off.

Your mouth stayed open for a moment. He took that as a yes for some reason, getting up and holding out his hand for you to grab—not leaving room for a no. But you knew you wouldn’t say no. You just didn’t know how to say yes. So you grabbed his hand and let him lead you to the dance floor.

The music was soft and gentle as the other guests danced, most likely with their lovers, making you more nervous about dancing. Once you both found a spot, Jack’s hands found your waist like it was second nature. You slowly wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, lacing them together.

You suddenly became fully aware of how close you were to him. Your head followed your gaze, which was anywhere but on the man in front of you. Jack never looked away from you. He couldn't if he wanted to. He’d been a witness to your snarky and sassy comebacks to him over the years—your trucker-like swearing—and then the stories Nico told him about you. Your brother's exact words were: “If you wanna live to see tomorrow, don’t piss her off.” When Jack first heard that, he had to piss you off. That’s like telling someone not to push the big red button. And oh, did Jack push your buttons. But yet, he always lived to see tomorrow.

But now, he was looking at a girl who was too nervous to even look at him.

He loved it.

He loved how you sounded when you watched hockey games. He would never admit it to you, but he even started to use some of the chirps he heard you yell at the TV when he went over to Nico’s.

“I'm over here, you know,” he laughed slightly, looking into your eyes, which were focused on someone else.

He didn’t look. Why would he want to look at anything else?

“No shit, I’m dancing with you,” you sassed back.

“Well, it's rude to not look at the person you're talking to.”

“You're talking to me,” you threw back.

There was a small scowl on your face, but you both knew it was harmless. He had you figured out, and you hated it.

…Right?

Jack laughed at your comeback and squeezed your waist softly, pulling you closer to him.

“Y/N, come on, don’t do that,” he said.

You sighed and turned your head to look at him. You couldn't even describe how you felt when you made contact with him. It was a burning feeling in your chest… or was it stinging? You couldn't put your finger on it. It was accompanied by those stupid butterflies in your stomach. You tried to force down your small smile, but Jack already noticed it and doubled it with his own.

Fuck, you thought.

Jack could see the glare that was once on your face disappear into your beautiful features—the face he couldn't look away from all night.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” he asked as you both swayed to the music, the warm lighting covering you both, his brown hair seeming lighter as if it were summer.

You smiled shyly, wanting the blush that crept across your face to disappear into thin air. “Yes, Jack, you’ve said it many times tonight,” you nodded, laughing slightly.

“Okay, okay, just making sure I covered all my bases for the night,” he joked, nodding his head repeatedly.

“Your ass had a checklist?” you asked.

“Yes, my ass does,” he answered as if you should have known that. “I only have one more thing on my list.”

“Ooooo, and what’s that?”

You felt him squeeze your waist again as you asked, as if he was trying to tell you without actually having to say it. But how were you supposed to read this guy’s mind?

He just shrugged and didn't answer as you both kept dancing. Once the song ended, most people were off the dance floor, so you assumed you both were done and started to pull your arms away. But Jack didn’t let you go.

“One more song?” he asked, looking at you, his hands never leaving you for a second.

“Okay, one more song,” you responded, and your hands laced around his neck once again.

You both fell into a quiet dance, Jack’s thumbs tracing circles on your waist.

“You know, I meant what I said before,” he told you, his eyes piercing into yours.

“What, that you can take a glass off the champagne tower without it falling? Jack, I already told you, you can't. That shit’s gonna come crashing down, and when it does, you owe me 100 bucks,” you laughed, gesturing to the tower.

He shook his head, laughing. “No, no, not that. But I still believe I can do it. It’s one glass—how hard could it be?”

“It takes so much skill and balance to even build it. Taking one, just one,” you told him, “can mess up the whole thing.”

“Okay, okay, enough about the stuffed tower. That’s not what I was talking about.”

You both laughed. You found it funny how sure he was that he could do it.

“Okay, then what were you talking about?” you smiled, cocking your head to the side, looking at him.

God, Jack could feel his heart beating out of his chest like he was about to play the game of his life. But to him, this was bigger. He took a deep breath before he spoke.

“About me being hopelessly in love,” he said softly.

He didn’t know it, but your heart was also beating out of your chest as he said those words. But you didn’t want to jump too far and assume it was towards you. Your mouth was glued shut as you looked at him with hopeful eyes, so he continued.

“I am hopelessly in love,” he restated. He took a deep breath before he continued. “With you… I’m hopelessly in love with you. I have been for a long time, a damn long time.” He chuckled slightly after hearing his own words, shocked that he was actually saying them to you.

You softly laughed too, looking away from him for a moment, and you could’ve sworn you saw Jack’s smile falter as you did, making you look right back at him.

“So I am here as your date? Like, your date-date?” you said.

“If you want to be. I mean, you were the whole time in my head,” he admitted, making you laugh again.

“Yeah, and your family thinks so too,” you responded.

“I never actually told them you were my date-date,” he said, his eyes big, waiting for your response.

“What?” you laughed. “You told me I had to act like your date so your family would believe you had a girlfriend!” You were the most shocked. All night, you were pretending to be Jack’s girlfriend because you had to, but you loved it. And now that Jack was telling you what he was doing for you, that what he was saying to you all night was true, it felt like a dream.

“It was the first thing on the checklist, okay!” he said like that would make it make sense.

“You’re fucking crazy.” You shook your head, smiling at this so-called checklist.

“100% it’s crazy,” he admitted, smiling, but he quickly turned serious. “It’s true though. I’m hopelessly in love with you, and I…” He took a deep breath. “I wanted to tell you. You don’t have to feel pressured to say anything. And now that I think back, this fucking checklist is insane, but it helps—Luke helped me with it—”

You smiled as he rambled on and on, but as soon as he started to talk about how maybe you didn’t feel the same, you felt like you had to prove it to him. You tried to talk, but he kept going, wrapped in his own whirlwind of rambling.

You counted to three in your head before you pulled him into a kiss by the nape of his neck.

You kissed him and noticed how he didn’t kiss you back right away. Until you went to pull away—he realized what was happening. He pulled you even closer, crashing his lips against yours. You knew Jack was a ladies’ man and hoped he had the skills of one. And when his hands caressed your lower back, pushing you against him, you knew he did.

When you both pulled away, his hair was a mess on the sides, and his eyes were filled with something that made your knees want to buckle.

“Does that answer your question?” you smiled teasingly, fixing his hair.

Jack shook his head, smiling, his hands roaming your waist and lower back. “I don’t know… I think I might have to double-check,” he flirted, glancing at your lips.

“Okay, okay, big guy,” you laughed. “We’re surrounded by your family and friends. I don’t think they want to see you mack on me,” you said, lightly slapping his chest.

“So you wanna take this somewhere else?” he smirked, cocking a brow.

It was gonna be an interesting night.

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✦ ˚ : · STARRY EYES ⋆ MAX VERSTAPPEN 🦢

pairing ☆ max verstappen x museum guide! reader

summary ☆ where max has been visiting van gogh's museum almost every week because he's crushing over a museum guide there

warnings ☆ jokes about going back to your country (reader is spanish)

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bestie1 shut up tourist

yourusername shut me bestie1 omw 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

friend1 you're so annoying

friend2 go back to your country we don't want you here

y/nmom que fotos más bonitas!! papá dice que te hecha de menos y yo también 💓💓 (such beautiful photos!! dad says that he miss you and me too)

yourusername te echo muchísimo de menos, ma 💓💓💓 (i miss you so so much, mom)

friend3 too many dumb blonds for you to fuck and don't have aids*

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f1gossip One follower informed us that Max Verstappen was seen the other day at the Van Gogh's museum in Amsterdam with a mysterious girl who probably works there. Sources say that it's the second or even third time he's around there.

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user3 does anyone know who this girl is?

user4 the downfall of max is starting and i'm here for it

user5 it's literally just a girl, go touch some grass user6 probably they aren't even dating

user7 someone find my a pic of her face and i find her in 5

user8 there's none sadly

user9 he probably just likes the museum and was asking for directions

user10 the first time! he's an usual now

bestie1 loool

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[caption 1: wish me luck little fuckers] [caption 2: chin chin] (spanish expression for cheers)

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bestie1 i can't believe you're on a date with THE max verstappen and that you didn't even know who he was

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user11 IS THAT THE GIRL FROM THE MUSEUM??

user12 SOFT LAUNCHING WHOOOO

user13 STOP gatekeeping her from us

user14 show her face pleasee, show it to me rachel

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maxverstappen1 P1 at Spielberg! What a lovely race 🦁

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user15 max + his fist = perfect combo

user16 simply lovely

user17 get that 4x wdc

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user18 is this the girl? user19 i believe so user20 she's supportive i like her

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bestie1 bro is casually in new york

friend2 GIRL WHAT don't you have work???

friend3 i see that dates with the f1 driver went well

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maxverstappen1 my woman ❤️

bestie1 damn he's fast

bestie1 i'm so JEALOUSSS

friend1 y/n come back the kids miss you

friend2 tell max to buy me a boat

friend3 wait y/n when we told you to leave we were joking

yourusername too late bitches i'm out (i'll come back tomorrow i miss you pookie)

y/nmom Que guapos los dos!! Tu padre y yo nos morimos por conocerlo ❤️❤️ (how pretty both of you!! your father and i can't wait to meet him)

maxverstappen1 @/yourusername how do you say i can't wait to meet them too in spanish yourusername HSHSHAHA 'no puedo esperar a conocerlos también' maxverstappen1 @/ynmom no puedo esperar a conocerlos también! 😊

friend4 girl if i were you i opened my account and start monetizing him just saying

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idk if it’s me projecting but it’d be cool tk have max’s bestie be a college student who studies classical music ;) and they’re both crushing idk if that’s too vague but it’s the only idea i have 😭

a/n: i didn't do it with classical music bc i don't know anything about it, and i'm more familiar with museums. i hope you enjoyed it aswell, (i know it took too long)