#..but because they are told they must do [x] workout or look [y] way...

[uncanny-tranny]

Sometimes, I'm sad about the hobbies I have abandoned or have been too intimidated to pick up. But... what good is it, to just beat myself up over that? My bass is sitting in the corner, patiently waiting, and so is everything else. My life isn't over, and I've got nothing to answer to. I'm wading through a sea of time, and I'll pick up the seashells that interest me, and it's okay to put one back in the sand. The current's waves will bring it back to me if that is to be destiny. I can not hate myself into productivity, so I must swim on.

I think the same can apply to anybody. It's okay if you have dropped something, such as a hobby or passion. Human beings are like that sometimes, it isn't reasonable for you to beat yourself into submission. You, too, can not hate yourself into being a well-rounded person. You must cultivate it like you would a garden - with patience, time, and care.

[0oolookitsme]

So Despicable

Type - A One-Shot (yet again!)

Verse - Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n

Word Count - 2.1k

Warnings - Uses of degrading slurs such as slut and whore. Do not read if that's not your cup of tea!

A/n - Legit posting this an hour late and I'm sorry! I just finished proofreading and am right away posting this. Not exactly my best, but it's good! Hoping you'll think the same hahah <3

Kinks - Sir Kink, Degradation Kink, Choking and Begging (if you squint)

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As she turned the lock of her house, Y/n felt like her knees would simply give out if it took one more second to get the door to open. On the final twist of the key, she pushed the door open and immediately swung her purse on top of the shoe rack.

Bending to undo her heels, she left them thrown there and walked further inside the house. She was confused when she didn't find Harry downstairs but nevertheless poured herself a glass of water.

If he weren't down here, then he must be up in their bedroom or his office. Dreadfully, she climbed up the stairs, her shoulders droopy and her back aching after the long day. "Harry?" She called out, hoping that he would hear her and come out. Alas, he didn't.

She looked around in all the rooms before going inside the bedroom, dropping her body onto the mattress right away. After lying in silence for no more than a few seconds, she got up and fished her phone out of her purse – pressing on Harry's contact before putting the phone on speaker and stripping her clothes.

"'ello?" He answered, his voice serious in a way that made her doubt if he didn't know it was her on the other end of the call.

"Where are you, H?" She questioned him right away, picking the phone back up when the only clothings on her body were her under garments. "Searched the whole house, didn't find you."

It was silent for a moment, and Y/n felt that something was off. "I'm in the gym, didn't hear you come in," he said in that same tone and it was starting to make her skin crawl.

"Oh, I didn't check the gym. When are you going to be done?" She asked, fidgeting with her fingers as her mind raced a million miles per second to come up with all the things that she could've done or said wrong.

Yet, she came up empty. Harry wasn't the one to go to gym after noon, it happened rarely – mostly if he had been out and about during the morning time. So, it was clear that he was avoiding her.

"Dunno, should be done in half an hour," he said and she could tell he was doing push ups or something else by the sound of his strained voice and heavy breathing.

"Okay, I'm going in the shower," Y/n told him before he agreed and cut the call.

Taken aback, she shut out the situation before jumping into the shower and letting the warm water wash away all the stress off her muscles. After rinsing her hair rid of the shampoo, she came out of the shower, water still dripping from the ends of her hair.

When she turned around, her hand immediately went to her chest on a sharp intake of breath. "Fucking hell, Harry," she exhaled deeply, heat creeping up the back of her neck once she realised how ridiculous it was of her to get scared by the sight of him seated on their bed.

She just hadn't expected him to be there, that's all. "I'm sure there's still water left, I didn't shower for too long," she told him while walking towards their closet.

"Drop the towel and come here," Harry said, his voice deep and low. She couldn't help but ask him to repeat himself, caught off guard. "I won't repeat again, Y/n. Drop the towel, and come here," he said again, this time weighing down on each word as he spoke.

His arms were crossed across his chest, the veins more prominent because of his recent workout session. One of his legs dangled off the bed while the other one was folded. Nothing but a white undervest covered his upper half, a short pair of shorts clinging to his thighs.

Hesitant but because of her trust in him, Y/n dropped her towel and walked to him. Uncertainty and anticipation caused her hands to start fidgeting again. Slowly but surely, she reached right where he was sitting on the bed, her hands seemingly frozen on her sides as she stood upright, unable to move any further.

"Lay across my lap," Harry said, unfolding his leg and laying it straight on the bed to make the spot comfortable for her.

Y/n did so, all of the silence and holding-back of Harry was causing her brain to spiral. But one thing she knew was that whatever was coming, it wasn't going to be very holy.

She felt Harry's cold hand grab her ass before he started massaging it. That's when she knew she had surely done something wrong, because he was punishing her.

His palm met her ass cheek with a sharp blow, causing her to jerk forward. "Count for me," he told her, kneading her other cheek before hitting it with the same blow.

"2," Y/n counted, her voice shaking with thrill.

Harry watched her bum jiggle at the impact, the skin already begining to grow red. He stopped kneading the skin by the fifth blow when he couldn't hear pain in her voice. Now, he was just spanking – one side before the other. He was going at a fast pace, his hits unrelentlessly hard as he finally began hearing despair in her voice.

He kept going, not giving the skin much time before slapping it again.

"P-please, Harry–" Y/n stuttered, stopping when he gave a especially hard hit on her ass.

"What do you say? Have you forgotten your manners?" Harry said, his voice sterner than ever and Y/n was beginning to feel like he was being unnecessarily mean to her.

"Sir – It's Sir." She blabbered, answering him as if he would give her a reward. Yet, she was met with another hard spank. "W-what-ever have I done wrong, Sir?" She asked desperately, still lost on the cause for this side of him boiling up to the surface.

"A pathetic mess already? Can see your cunt glistening," he mocked her, swiping one of his fingers through her folds. "What have you not done wrong today? Cut my calls, answered back in short answers as if I were wasting your time, didn't even tell me if you were going to be back for the night or not," he answered her, massaging her bum.

"Didn't even apologize to me," he said, his eyes fallen into angry slits as he slapped her ass harshly.

He pushed her off of his lap and watched her roll over, unable to balance herself and get up. "Can't do anything right, can you?" Harry said as he pulled her up by her shoulders and sat her on her bottom.

She moved around, her bum hurting too much for her to sit on it. "Hurts," she whimpered, the corners of her eyes moist and wet hair sticking to the skin on her back, neck and forehead.

"Of course it does. Wouldn't have done it if it pleased you."

Both of them knew it pleased her. And if they didn't, then her juicy cunt would have surely given her away. She sat on her calves in front of him, her hands in her lap as she looked anywhere but in his eyes.

"Still, you aren't apologizing." Harry pointed out, causing her to flush. But before she could say anything, Harry pushed at her chest so she would fall on her back on the soft mattress.

Her legs immediately fell open in order for her to get comfortable, and just as she took notice, Harry's hand had already met her pussy in a harsh slap.

"Instead, you're pathetically dripping out of your hole," Harry sneered, slapping her puffy pussy again. A wet noise came from the impact and when he brought his hand back up, the string of her arousal connected them.

"So despicable you are."

Y/n jerked each time Harry hit her cunt, her thighs aching to close and protect her core yet she knew better than to do that. She counted each hit and once she counted the tenth slap, Harry dragged a finger across her dripping hole and covered her clit with her own arousal.

"I've been punishing you over here, and you've done nothing but drip out of that needy hole and blabber out the shit I've asked you to." Harry said as if he were disgusted. "Can't think of anything else with that dumb little brain of yours, can you?" He tsk'd at her, shaking his head.

He pinched her clit, laughing hoarsely when she instinctively closed her thighs shut. "Hook your hands under your knees," Harry instructed her and once she had done that, he was glad to have full access to her pussy.

He pinched her clit again, this time not releasing the hissing hold. With his other hand, he filled her hole with two of his fingers right away – sliding them in and out with great ease due to her wetness.

"Such a poor little thing you are, getting off on being a pretty whore – on me being mean to you," Harry crooned.

When she started to moan, he took her panties that she had taken off of herself before going into the shower, and stuffed them into her mouth. Pathetically enough, she hadn't stopped moaning even with the cloth in her mouth. The noise came out muffled, which Harry seemed to enjoy.

He then created an unrelenting pace, his back crouching in order to give all his strength in fucking her. He was still pinching her swollen clit, a grin plastered on his mouth as he heard the wet noises her pussy was making.

Her clit had grown red in colour due to his harsh pinch that didn't seem to know how to release its hold. "Fuck – fuck , sir. Sir I'm coming, I'm coming I'm so close –" Y/n stuttered as her body shook violently, her face scrunched up in pain and pure ecstasy.

Her body burned and her pussy pulsed as Harry continued fucking her with his fingers mercilessly. "What do you say?" Harry cooed at her, impossibly increasing his pace. "What do you say, my darling slut?"

Her eyes glazed over at the slur, tears springing in her eyes as she felt the knot begin to lower in her tummy.

"Can I please– please cum, Sir?" She said with great strain in a voice, like she was holding back.

"Why are you holding back? Not going to comply with your sir, hm?" Harry asked her his voice shaking due to his violent movement. "Guess I'll just deny you the permission, then."

Harry got off on dominating her. After all, she dominated all of the people around her, especially the ones in her office. She always had a hunger to control people, so the fact that he got to control what she would do or not do, dominate and manhandle her, and be mean to her like she was to most of her employees who deserved to be fired, he felt absolutely euphoric.

"Can I please cum," she cried out, her body shaking vigorously. "May I – may I please cum, Sir?" She cried again, repeating her request until it turned into beg for him to let her cum.

"Please, Sir!" She yelled, knowing that she wouldn't be able to hold back. "Please – please, let me come Sir," she kept on begging.

"Ah okay okay, don't need to be so annoying about it," Harry rolled his eyes, watching in amazement as she became a shouting mess.

He felt as her walls clenched around his fingers, and pinched her clit a bit harder. He heard her let out a final cry before she finally gushed all over his hand.

He maintained his pace as her cum spurted around due to his force. She arched off of the bed and pushed into his hand while heaving gibberish. "Fuck – fuck," she stammered, when he stopped and put his mouth on her – lapping at her as if he hadn't quenched his thirst all day.

"P-please, sir – sensitive," she whimpered, now trying to pull away from his mouth but unable to do so because of the position he had put her in. Her legs ached, but his palms laid flat on the back of her thighs as he sucked at her clit.

Harry finally detached his mouth from her and rose up, wiping his mouth with the back of his clean hand. He put the hand that was covered in her juices in front of her mouth, and ordered her to suck.

When she licked his hand clean, he wrapped it around her neck in a choking manner and weighed on it when he leaned down to get closer to her.

"See? You can be good, too." He grinned, pecking her cheek as she turned her face away from him to hide her rosy cheeks.

"God, I love you no matter what you be – my pathetic slut or my pleasing little darling," he chuckled, nipping at her jaw.

[r-is-typing]

fakin' it | s.r

summary: in which fake dating had its benefits

requested?: yes! requested by @night-sky-full-of-stars

request: hello lovely! I’m in love with your writing and have the cutest spencer reid idea! could I please request a spencer reid x reader where spencer is being teased/bullied (by the team or someone else - up to you) so the reader (his friend) steps in and pretends that they’re dating? and he goes along with it but is super adorable and clumsy and almost messes it up heaps of times and reader has to keep saving it? and then reader messes up and he saves it in return or something like that? thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: suggestive content, teasing

word count: <;1k

Two o'clock in the morning; a time he'd never forget.

The FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit returned to Quantico, Virginia at twelve fourty-five, packed away paperwork and other items they needed to take home before taking separate cars home.

Except Spencer Reid.

If you knew him, you knew he never really drove, and instead took D.C's public transportation to get to and from work every day. So, on late nights like this, he'd have one of his coworkers take him home, as the public transportation had stopped running hours prior.

"Ready to go, kid?"

Derek Morgan walked near Spencer's desk, their Technical Analyst, Penelope Garcia in tow. "Yeah, let's go. Thanks again, by the way." He gave the two a tight lipped grin as they walked towards the elevator.

"It's really no problem, Boy Wonder. Ever since my car's been in the shop, Derek's been having to take me home, and your place is on the way, so it makes perfect sense!"

How Penelope could be so chirpy at almost one in the morning, he'd never know. It all made sense as to why JJ would quickly change her coffee to a decaf one once the quirky woman turned her back.

The next half an hour drive to Spencer's was spent with both Penelope and Derek badgering him about his love life, or as Derek called it, his "lack of the ladies".

"I-I get plenty of ladies, thank you, Morgan. But, besides, stop talking about women as if they're some object, yes?"

Derek put his hands up in protest. "All I'm saying is that you need to get out there, you know? I mean, think about it, kid. Don't you think it'd be nice having someone to come home to after the work's all done?"

Spencer sat in silence for a moment before saying words he could possibly regret.

"I do have someone, Morgan, and she's waiting for me, at my apartment right now! My girlfriend, uh, Y/N."

Thank god for seatbelts because if Spencer wasn't wearing one at this very moment that Morgan decided to slam on his breaks, who knows what would've happened.

"You have a girlfriend?!"

The next two minutes, Spencer's ears filled with the high-pitched squeals of Penelope alongside Derek's badgering about who she was and wanting to know all of the "dirty details".

Spencer couldn't have been happier at that moment, seeing his apartment building come into view.

Walking up to Spencer's apartment after spending the last two hours literally chasing down a serial killer seemed like a workout. By the time the three made it up to his floor, they were all taking deep breaths as if they'd just run a marathon.

A door opening made them look up from their gaze's at the floor.

"Babe? Finally you're home! I've been waiting up for you." A girl in a tank top and pajama shorts walked out into the hall, right out of Spencer's apartment making his two friends look at each other in what could only be described as a mix of shock and excitement.

Spencer stood up straight and walked towards the girl, enveloping her into a hug in which she quickly reciprocated. "Hi, sweetheart." He spoke, breathing in and taking in the smell of her conditioner.

"Oh! You must be... Penelope and Derek? Spencer has told me a lot about you."

Y/N looked at the two shellshocked people across from her and smiled. "It's good to finally meet friends of Spencer's." Penelope smiled at the couple. "So, how long have you two been together again?"

"Six mon-" "Eight mont-"

Y/N and Spencer froze. "I mean eight."

"Did you know that studies have even found that people who are sleep deprived are at risk of forming false memories? So that must've gotten you confused about the timing, babe."

Y/N laughed softly, grasping Spencer's hand in her own, ignoring the look of shock on his face. "You know, you talk in your sleep sometimes, I'm bound to learn these facts eventually."

Penelope gasped before looking at the couple. "Oh! We're, uh, doing something for Spencer's birthday this weekend. Would you like to come? I'm sure the rest of the team would love to meet you."

"His birthday?"

Y/N's eyes widened. "Yes, darling, my birthday. I know you're trying to pretend you don't know when it is for the surprises I'm sure you've got up your sleeve."

Her eyes studied his face for a while, definitely not missing the smirk that was plastered across his features. "Of course, babe." She spoke firmly, giving him a smile.

"Well, we better get going." Morgan spoke and Garcia nodded, the two saying their goodbyes. Spencer led the two into his apartment shutting the door, dropping his hand from the small of Y/N's back.

"Uh, thank you for that."

Y/N nodded, smiling. "Of course, Brainiac. It's not every day my neighbor wants me to take his spare key, go into his apartment, and come out pretending to be his girlfriend."

Spencer rolled his eyes at the girl's sarcasm. He smiled softly as he watched the girl walk comfortably around his apartment, as if she lived there, tracing her fingers across the multitude of books lined perfectly in the bookshelves.

"I know you've explained you can read, like, a superhuman amount of words per minute, but I don't think I'll ever get used to you having all of these books, and knowing you've actually read them all."

She looked back at him and smiled. "Actually, I've read all of them a few times, give or take." Y/N let out a breath. "Of course you have." Spencer took a seat on his couch and Y/N followed suit, sitting next to him.

"Your friends seem nice."

Y/N broke the calm silence that aired throughout the small apartment. "They can be when they're not pestering me about my love life, or, well, my lack of one." Spencer put his hands on his lap and looked at Y/N.

"Well, I should get going.."

Y/N broke the silence once again twenty minutes later and stood up, grabbing her coat off of the back of the couch. "Thanks for the tea and the enlightening conversation, Brainiac."

Spencer nodded, walking the girl to the door, holding it open for her.

"Oh, a-anytime! Whenever you need to know anything, just come on by." Y/N nodded, tapping her brain, signaling to him that she'll remember that for next time.

She began to walk out of the door before she froze' "You know, for the stunt you pulled today, you owe me. Say, burgers and milkshakes at the diner around the corner, eight o'clock? I hear they're the best in town."

Y/N proceeds to walk out into the hallway, closing the door behind her, leaving Spencer standing by the door, his face laced with shock.

"What just happened?"

His eyes looked at the clock. Two o'clock in the morning, on the dot.

The time he finally got the girl.

r is typing... i loved writing this so much. thank you again, daniella, for the lovely request. spencer is one of my favorites to write, as he's just as awkward as me, if not more, and so i relate to him on so many levels!

please feel free to request again <3 you always have the best ideas!

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[mrs-dr-reid]

New Beginnings

(A Matthew Gray Gubler Fic)

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader gets set up on a blind date after being newly single for 8 months, and it goes better than she anticipated.

Genre: V fluffy

Warnings: None, I believe

A/N: Ayyyyy, my first MGG Fic! This fic is HEAVILY inspired by the song “Begin Again” by Taylor Swift because duh. Who am I if I'm not writing something inspired by Taylor? Hope you enjoy! (also, thanks to my discord friend Ozzie for reminding me of/sending me Gube's "what I look for in a woman" open letter thing)

Word Count: 1615

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Y/N was surrounded by a heap of discarded clothes on her bedroom floor as she tried to decide what to wear on the blind date her friend Y/F/N set her up on. She’d been single for eight months in the aftermath of a rough breakup, but she was finally ready to start trying to get herself back out there. However, she had to admit that meeting up with a complete stranger she’d only ever heard about through stories from Y/F/N wasn’t precisely how she’d planned on doing so. Y/N had been rifling through her closet for the past hour, and she just couldn’t decide what to wear. Eventually, she settled on a black skater skirt, a white short-sleeve blouse, her favorite brown crossbody purse, and a pair of simple dark red pumps.

Y/N had stood in front of her shoe organizer for a solid minute trying to hype herself up to go for the heels because she couldn’t help but remember that her ex never wanted her to wear them because whenever she did, she was taller than him (by barely an inch, but still) and he didn’t like that. She decided to bite the bullet and just put them on, because she liked wearing high heels, and it didn’t matter what her ex thought anymore. Y/N gave a satisfied sigh when she looked at herself in the mirror, then grabbed her keys and got ready to go. She locked up her apartment, then got into her car and turned on her music. “How To Save A Life” by The Fray began to play, and she almost skipped it out of instinct, because her ex always said he didn’t understand it every time it came on.

Y/N said to herself, “Don’t you waste another thought on that jerk, Y/N. This is a fresh start. You’ve got this,” then turned up the volume on her stereo and sang along to every song her ex hated with pride. She pulled into a parking space close enough to the café she was meeting her date that it wouldn’t feel like a workout, but far enough that she could hype herself up and work up her confidence. Y/N honestly wasn't in the mood to be going on a blind date, but it’s literally impossible for her to say no to Y/F/N. All she knew about the guy was that his name was Matthew, he was an actor, and he had met Y/F/N when she was catering a movie he was working on because Y/F/N had refused to tell her anything else for fear of Y/N chickening out (which was reasonable).

Y/N watched a handful of couples and groups of friends walking around as she approached the café, and she smiled to herself before taking a deep breath, pushing the door open, and going inside. She was half expecting her date to be late because that seemed like her luck, but to her surprise, he was standing there waiting for her. As Y/N walked over to him, she couldn’t help but notice that he was way more handsome in person. Y/F/N had shown her pictures of him at parties with her and their other friends, but they didn’t do him justice. He had messy short brown hair that suited his face shape really well, he was slightly stubbly but it looked good on him, and he was wearing a purple checkered button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, blue jeans, and black Converse All-Stars with mismatched socks, which immediately made him 5 times more endearing.

Matthew noticed Y/N approaching him, and he shot her a heart-stopping smile before saying, “Hi, you must be Y/N. I’m Matthew,” and holding out a hand to shake, so Y/N took it and said, “Yep, that’s me. Y/F/N’s told me a lot about you. All good things, I promise,” with a smile on her face. Matthew let out a playful sigh of relief and said, “Thank god. She has so much dirt on me that she could spill,” with a wink, which made Y/N let out an uncharacteristic giggle while she thought: “Y/F/N was right. This guy might be different”.

Matthew gestured to the seating area and said, “Shall we?”, so Y/N said, “We shall,” and followed him to a table by the window. He pulled out Y/N’s chair for her and helped her sit down, which momentarily threw her for a loop because her ex never did that once in the entire two years they were together. Y/N thanked him, and he smiled before saying, “Hey, a guy’s gotta treat a lady with respect,” and sitting down across from her. The two of them started making lighthearted banter, and Y/N couldn’t help but notice how amazing his laugh was. Whenever she told a joke, he would squeeze his eyes shut so tightly that wrinkles would form, and he’d throw his head back with laughter like he was a little boy. She was a little confused at first because her ex never thought she was funny, and Matthew clearly did, which made her feel good for the first time in a while.

They ordered coffee and a light lunch, then they continued talking. Matthew said, “I’ve honestly never met a single girl who had as many poetry books as me,” so Y/N replied, “What can I say? Edgar Allan Poe is my homeboy,” which made him laugh again before he said, “Okay, but I would totally buy a t-shirt that says that,” earning a smile from Y/N. She said, “I know a guy who has a silkscreen print shop, so I’ll have to get you in touch with him,” and took a sip of her coffee, which made Matthew grin and say, “I’ll be sure to hold you to that,” before shooting her a wink and going back to his food.

Y/N couldn’t help but blush into her mug, and she really hoped her shyness wasn’t too obvious because she’d barely spent an hour with Matthew and she could already see herself going out with him again. She couldn’t help but compare him to her ex in her brain, but only because he was so different from him. He was a gentleman, he laughed at her jokes, and the first thing he did when they sat down was compliment her outfit (which her ex only did to keep up appearances if they were out with a big group of mutual friends).

The date went on without any hitches, which Y/N was grateful for. Matthew even picked up the tab despite her protestations, and he said, “You’ll just have to get the next one, then,” which made her go pink in the cheeks at the implication that he was also already thinking about a second date. He offered to walk her to her car, and she eagerly accepted, not wanting the date to end just yet. Matthew held the door open for her, and then they walked down the block to where her car was parked, easy conversation flowing between them like they’d known each other for years instead of only two and a half hours.

Despite all of the positive feelings she was having about Matthew, she still felt the annoying urge to bring up her ex, but then he started rambling about how Muppet Christmas Carol was one of the best Christmas films of all time, which instantly snapped her back to reality as she countered with Die Hard (mostly because she wanted to see what his reaction was). A playful debate about what movies MUST be watched every Christmas season was sparked, and for the first time in a long time, Y/N knew that what was past was past.

They ended up at her car much sooner than Y/N would have hoped, and she was almost disappointed, but then Matthew said, “I hope this isn��t too forward of me, but I had a really great time today, and I was wondering if I could get your number?”, while scratching the back of his neck and holding out his phone with a hopeful smile on his face, and relief flooded Y/N’s body. She nodded enthusiastically and said, “Yeah, of course!”, before taking his phone and texting herself a simple “hey it’s matthew” so she’d know. She saved his number in her phone, then grabbed her keys out of her purse to unlock her car before turning to Matthew and saying, “Text me later?”, which made a grin spread across his face. 

He said, “Yeah. Absolutely,” and Y/N swore he went a little pink in the cheeks when she impulsively pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before saying, “Hope I see you again soon, Matthew,” and getting into her car. He stood there dumbstruck for a few seconds, then motioned for her to roll her window down so he could say, “I hope I see you, too, Y/N,” and do a dorky little bow.

Y/N giggled as she rolled her window back up and drove away, and as she watched him get smaller and smaller in her rear-view mirror, she realized that after spending eight months thinking all love did was crash, burn, and end, she just watched it begin again in a random café in downtown LA on an ordinary Wednesday afternoon. And also that she owed Y/F/N her first-born child for setting her up with the kookiest yet most endearing guy she’d ever met.

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[inkedobsidian]

~ Jealousy - B.B ~

prompt: 11 "Good thing I didn't ask your opinion."

summary: Y/N tells Bucky about her hooking up with another SHIELD agent and he jets jealous and storms off leaving Y/N confused

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N

warnings: jealousy, sex mentioned

word count: 1,409

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

It had only taken Bucky a few days to notice the pattern Y/N had started on an evening. She'd go to bed at about 9 pm but then her phone would ring again at 2 am. She'd quietly leave her room at 2:30 then sneak back in at 4 am. Bucky hadn't intended to pay this close attention to her pattern but he's so used to noticing routines that it came naturally to him. Plus he always wanted to make sure Y/N was safe, which made it lucky that their room was right across each other in the compound. Sam had told Bucky to just leave it because Y/N could take care of herself but he was still worried. He found his chance to ask her alone when he walked into the kitchen after a workout to see her stood there still in her workout gear making a coffee.

"Hey, Buck! Good workout?" Y/N said smiling. She always managed to smile when Bucky was around no matter what was happening. It made him feel good too knowing that when he was around she smiled.

"It was alright, I'm afraid SHIELD might start billing me if I break another punching bag though." He said returning her smile as she handed him a cup of coffee across the kitchen island.

"You'll be fine aren't those things filled with sand you can just pick them up a new one at the beach," Y/N said laughing. She had the dumbest of humor but it also made Bucky smile because of how sweet it was. Bucky couldn't reply, mainly because he didn't know how to. It felt weird to just jump into the questions but he also wanted to know. The more he thought about it the more his face must have shown his struggle because Y/N just kept his eye line and cocked her head to the side. Bucky just smiled hoping he hadn't made it awkward but then he realized he had when Y/N came around to sit next to him. She put a hand on his right arm and just smiled.

"Penny for your thoughts, buck?" He knew she wouldn't be mad at him, or he hoped she'd see he was just trying to protect her.

"I was just wondering where you go, like on a night. Not in a creepy way! Just like I wanna know your safe and stuff." Bucky let his voice fade at the end, somehow he feels guilty for just wanting to know that she's safe. Y/N pulls back slightly, that wasn't what she thought it was going to be at all.

"Oh! Well, I've been seeing, or more just sleeping with, someone. It's cute you being worried though! I'm safe don't worry, I'm a certified Avenger I can handle myself." Y/N says smirking towards the end of her sentence. There was something about that sentence that struck a chord in Bucky. She was seeing someone? And she didn't mention it to anyone? Bucky knew why he had a negative reaction to that but he wasn't going to tell her that.

"Oh… who?" Bucky said trying to keep a calm manner and not give away his reaction.

"You don't know, his name's Rapp he works in the armory downstairs," Y/N said nonchalantly getting up and walking back to get more coffee.

"Wait, you're sleeping with another SHIELD agent. Do you not see how stupid of an idea that is?" Bucky had a sudden rise in anger, the thought of her with someone else. Y/N didn't know why Bucky had such a change in attitude towards her, she was the only person he never snapped at so now he had she was taken aback. Y/N physically stepped away from the counter and just looked at Bucky with a look that could kill, she would know. Her hands flattened her shirt and just from the look, Bucky knew he'd hurt her feelings.

"Well Bucky, it's a good thing I didn't ask your opinion." Y/N turned on her heels and stormed out and Bucky just sat there looking at the door she left from knowing he'd screwed up, and once again he had no idea how to fix it.

Y/N took the elevator down from the kitchen straight to the armory avoiding everyone who tried to ask her a question, once she found the shooting range she just shut the door and immediately grabbed some standard government-issued pistols and began firing. Y/N knew she had actual powers she could be playing with but is fire really the best thing to be playing with when you're already angry. Y/N hit every target perfectly and she even shot it in the groin area once for good luck. She was so blinded by her rage that she didn't even notice Sam walk in and stand beside her.

"You okay firecracker?" Sam said smiling and leaning against one of the shelves. That god damn nickname, every time.

"I'll be okay, just working off some stuff, birdman," Y/N said smiling pushing Sam's shoulder as she replies with his nickname. Sam returned her smile thankful he could make her smile when she seemed so angry.

"So, you gonna tell me what's up?" Sam asked. Y/N knew she could trust Sam, he always made her feel safe.

"It's Buck. He asked me what I was doing recently going out late and I thought I could be honest. So I told him I was sleeping with another SHIELD agent but the minute I said it he just had this look on his face like I'd pulled his arm off. Then he said it was a stupid idea and I should know that. Am I not an adult? Can I not do what I want? Do I need protecting or something?" Y/N continued with this rant as Sam just slowly realized why Bucky had reacted that way and he was surprised that Y/N didn't know why, he thought it was obvious. Maybe both of them were just oblivious to the situation in front of them. Sam was nodding along to Y/N speaking to show he was agreeing. He didn't even realize that Y/N had stopped talking and he was nodding to silence.

"Do you know something I don't Sam?" Y/N said raising an eyebrow and leaning back to create some space so she can gauge his reaction.

"Okay, I'm going to try and say this in a way where I'm saying it but I'm not. You following?" Sam paused and looked at Y/N to make sure she was following along. "Now think, why would Bucky start to get mad at the idea of you with another man? Really think about the most obvious answer and stick with that." Sam nodded at Y/N as her eyes started to widen at the thought that Sam was trying to get across. Without another word, Y/N walked straight out of the room and into the elevator almost exploding with how slow it felt.

The minute it dinged on the floor that contained everyone's rooms Y/N almost ran from the elevator to Bucky's room which ironically was across the hallway from Y/N's. Y/N didn't even knock she just swung open the door walked straight into the middle of Bucky's room and slammed the door behind her. Bucky spun around like a deer in headlights slightly worried that Y/N was just about to start yelling at him and potentially throwing fire at him. That was until he saw a smirk appear on Y/N's face as she stood with her arms crossed.

"James. Buchanan. Barnes. You are jealous." Y/N knew that saying his full name would freak him out a little bit. Bucky was just more freaked out with the fact that she knew he was jealous of what she told him. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to admit to the fact he was jealous and admit that he'd been in love with her fr years?

"And what if I am?" Bucky says trying to match her energy, hoping if he fakes confidence then it'll happen naturally, he was very wrong. Y/N took an extra step towards him so the gap was basically none existent. Bucky could feel his heart rate rising, and he could feel the literal heat radiating from Y/N.

"Do something about it," Y/N whispered knowing she didn't have to speak loud for him to hear her. The minute Y/N stopped speaking Bucky closed the gap between them.

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Snow Fun (Mikey x fem!reader) Oneshot

Bayverse!Mikey x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Mikey found out it was snowing overnight.

(F/C/N) - foreign country name

[4:09am]

Mikey groaned when hearing y/n's phone alarm blaring in his bedroom. Not forgetting you were sleeping on his arm, he carefully stretched over to your phone and switched the alarm off before letting out a big yawn.

He slowly moved your head to his pillow and surrounded your body with his collection of plushies. You stirred when the warmth of your boyfriend was gone but was so in your own dreamland you just hug whatever is nearby and exhaled a long breath.

Mikey exited his room and met with his older brothers who were already awake for their early morning workout outside.

Raph was the first to break the ice. "Is it me or the lair feels a bit cold than usual?" The answer was obvious when Raph's breath can be seen in the air.

"Oh, that's because it's winter." Donnie stated while doing his stretches.

"You mean it's snowing?" Mikey was wide awake by the new information.

He recalled how you said it would be your first time experiencing snow in New York since you move from (F/C/N) 4 months before you met the turtles.

"Wait, can I bring y/n with us? It's her first time experiencing snow." Mikey practically begged giving Leo his best puppy eyes to the stoic leader.

"Uh, have you forgotten how y/n was like when you woke her up way too early? Early as in 8am - I don't think she would want to open her eyes for snow at 4.15am today." Donnie recalled and literally shivered at how monstrous you became when somebody wakes you up too early. It's like waking up a bear during hibernation.

"But she said if snow arrives, she must see it especially at sunrise.. which is oddly specific especially when she grows up where there's no 4 seasons." Mikey's eyes practically crawled out of his sockets. "Okay, she MUST see the snow. I'm waking her up." Before his brothers could stop him, he was already in his room.

Raph's shoulder hung low and grunted. "Great. I have to put a gear where my dick is or my children would be miserable." Leo only made a 'its okay bro I gotchu' look and tapped his shell to show his support. In the past, you may have gotten violent with Raph when he accidentally or nearly stepped on you when you're sleeping on the floor one time.

Well, who told you it was a good idea to sleep on the floor near the TV? Mikey's idea.

Luckily for Raph, you were wide awake after Mikey mentioned that New York has snowed overnight and you dressed up in your warm clothes you ended up looking like a ball. It was about 2-3 layers of clothes under your winter jacket and you still feel cold.

New York was indeed covered in snow everywhere and the turtles had no issue going up the rooftops so Mikey had your arms wrapped around him while he hoisted you up with Raph and Leo helping you. After finding a perfect spot, you sat down facing where the sunrise would be.

The rest of the turtles did their 3 hours of warm up to keep their body active during winter and finally it was 7am. They came in time to watch the sunrise with you. Mikey moved you to his lap and rests his chin on your shoulder. You turned to your sunshine boyfriend and kissed him as a thank you for making your first winter worthwhile.

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I need a big boy~

Seo Changbin x Reader

!!fem reader | slight size kink | slight dirty talk!!

Thick. Buff. Needed. That was all y/n had in her head when she saw Changbin working out in front of her. She was a staff member of skz and was pretty new there as it was still her first month of working. Actually she was supposed to be a part of the general staff but she somehow ended up being the second hand of straykids' manager. Her job was it to watch after the boys and make sure that everything is how it’s supposed to be and that also included watching the boys workout. Some of the boys liked it more to work out at night or early in the morning and since Han hurted himself lightly once wich caused jyp to get a staff member that‘ll look after them.

Y/n didn’t get why it was her job to do that since she had no idea of sports but the manager just told her she should tell them to be careful and stop if it looks unhealthy.

Y/n usually didn’t like to do this job. Getting up early in the morning or in the middle of the night,only sitting around and waiting for the time to pass and getting scared when one of them made a weird noise wich caused her to be scared to lose her job if they got hurt,all of those things made her be annoyed of this part of the job but she really needed the money…besides that it also had its good sides. For example having an excuse for staring at them. Y/n couldn’t deny how good they looked while working out,especially Changbin caught her eye. She never really had a thing for buff guys or anything like that. She didn’t hate it but it was also not a must have but when it came to Changbin it truly did something to her.

The way he jokingly flexed his biceps to his other members made her go crazy. The thought of how easy he could just hold her somehow made her feel her cunt throb. Imagining how thick he perhaps is and how good he would stretch her walls. She knew that she shouldn’t think such things but come on everybody else would’ve at least done that one single time.

„Are you okay y/n?“ Felix asked as he sat down next to you. You scooted your head towards him,suddenly leaving your dreamworld. „Y-yeah I was just…“ you moved your eyes back to Changbin who was still working out. „thinking?“ I laughed a bit as Felix tried to finish my sentence since I trailed off. „Yes. Thinking.“

You we‘re pretty close with the members even you just knew each other for one month,I mean you‘re with them almost all of the time. You sometimes even sleep at their dorm to be there for them if they need something. Anyways,to be honest they were to kind to actually make you do your job. It felt more like you were one of them since they sometimes served you instead of the other way around how it was supposed to be like.

„I know how that feels. I got that too you know. Sometimes I daydream of how I walk on a meadow wich is full of flowers with a few bbokari‘s on my arms and shoulders while a ton of leebits and quokkas are hunting me and then I trip and they smother me with kisses and hugs and….“ you kept on making agreeing sounds,making Felix think that you actually listend to him but you stopped doing that minutes ago. Even if you wanted to listen to him,you just simply couldn’t because all you could focus on was Changbin.

Felix kept on rambling on you while you daydreamed of Changbin. Out of nowhere he lifted his gaze up at you. He was lifting some weight with his one arm,the other placed on a weightlifting bank for support. His gaze was downwards but shifted up at you,he glanced through a few sweaty strands of his hair wich fell onto his forehead. His hair was pretty long these days since they had a few days off and just did what they wanted; going to a hairdresser didn’t count to those things. However,he looked breath taking. The tight shirt clenched around his flexed muscles so good,for a second you thought you could just cum from that sight. She was so stunned from his look right now, that she couldn’t even realise that Changbin was still watching her,smirking darkly. You still didn’t move your gaze wich caused him to scoot his eyes to the side for a short second before looking back at you,poking the inside of his cheeks with his tongue. Everything he did made you lose your mind. At this point you were soaking wet already and if the other members weren’t around then you could’ve sworn that you would’ve got on your knees and pleaded at him to just fuck you senseless.

You’re mind got completely blank as Changbin set down everything and walked over to you and Felix,who was somehow still talking. „It’s your turn sunshine.“ he said wich made Felix sigh. „okay…i‘ll tell you the end of the story some other day then.“ you just nodded. Felix walked pass Changbin who came closer to you. You expected him to sit down next to you just like Felix did but instead of that,he stood in front of you,literally towering up in front of you,while looking down at you with a soft grin. Your head was on the level of his dick. Your mind was filled with "don’t look down" , "don’t you dare to look down" or "control yourself. Only this one time".

Changbin scoffed softly as he saw how much you’re eyes were glowing. You looked to the side,biting your lips while your cheeks were more than just pink.

The man plopped himself down on the couch,next to you. He was that close to you that his arms touched yours. You never felt that small before in your whole life. You both watched Felix for a few minutes,staying silent,before your phone buzzed. You looked at the message you just got as you sighed. You stood up,saying „I gotta go boys. It’s time to prepare y‘alls food so please stop working out and get ready to go home in about an hour.“ you only talked to the boys in front of you since you couldn’t manage to face Changbin. You always were so incredibly shy around him you would blush from hearing his name. The boys said good bye to you just like you did to them. You wanted to walk away and leave the room but you were stopped from a grip around your wrist. You turned around and saw how Changbin kept you in place. „Good bye Y/n“ he said and looked into your eyes. Before you were able to look away,he obviously checked your body out,smirked and licked his lips. After that he let go of you and you walked away being a blushing,dripping mess.

After a short car drive you finally arrived at their dorm,entering it. You changed into some comfortable clothes wich included an oversized hoodie and short pants.

You started to cook some easy food for the boys while you tried to calm down from all the exciting happenings today.

After another 30minutes the door opened and all of the eight boys arrived. „Food just got done.“ you said as all the boys happily cheered and sat down at a table. You came in and served the food while getting yourself some of the food too.

Y‘all ate dinner before the boys went to the living room,wanting to watch a movie. „I‘ll go and lay down a bit. If you need anything just call me or something.“ you said and smiled at all of them. „I‘ll come with you. You need some company don’t you?“ no one other than Changbin said and got up,being already ready to go with you. You just nodded and went to your room. Your room wasn’t big at all. You didn’t spend much time there anyway since you were busy with other stuff. So it didn‘t really matter to you.

„you wanna play video games or watch any movies?“ you said as you walked towards your bed to sit on it. Instead of an answer from Changbin,you heard how he locked the door. You turned around,being confused from his actions. „Why did-“ he didn’t even let you finish your sentence,as he came closer to you. „You like my muscles don’t you?“ he asked with an smirk on his face. „I-I well…i- I mean…“ you couldn’t help but stutter at his question. It didn’t got got any better when he suddenly took his shirt off. Your eyes widened at the sight. Changbin stood in front of you. Shirtless. His naked skin in front of you. His defined muscles looking so delicate in the dimmed light that came from the timer-set lights in your room,that started to sprinkle their light all over the room just as you entered the room.

„Tell me,y/n,do you like my muscles?“ he said as he bent down to your ear before whispering his words. You nodded softly wich made him smile. „words. I want you to say it.“ he placed his hands onto the bed,each hand on each side of your hips. His face was dangerously close to yours as you managed to speak up again. „Y-your muscles are pretty they…they look good“ Changbin chuckled deeply and scoffed a bit. He sat down next to you and dragged you onto his lap. The way how easy he lifted you made you weak. „You want me,don’t you?“ he looked into your eyes,waiting for your reply. „Did you really think that I won’t notice your needy gaze on me? Your eyes low key asked me to fuck you.“ you blushed at his words. „It’s just- you always looked so good and I couldn’t control my thoughts anymore.“ you couldn’t manage to look at him since it was too much for you to take,he looked so hot that one look would kill you easily. „It’s okay y/n. You can have me“ he said and grinned. You scooted your head up to look at him. „what?“ you asked,obviously confused. „Let’s have some fun.“ he said and laid his hands on your hips. He made you sit on one of his legs wich made you gasp. „you want it baby?“ You quickly nodded at his question. „I want you.“

Changbin started to guide the movements of your hips,making you grind on his thigh. You softly moaned as he flexed his thigh wich caused more friction. You held onto his shoulder as you kept on grinding,now on your own. Changbin laid his hands back onto the bed as he watched you grind yourself on him. He looked amused from the whole situation wich you noticed too. His expressions changed quickly as he felt a grip on his hard length. „Fuck“ he hissed as you softly touched his dick through his pants. You felt yourself getting closer to your high already as Changbin spoke up again. „You‘re close baby? Gonna cum on my leg?“ yes. You were close and you were on your way to come on his leg but you didn’t want to cum that fast. You were too afraid that he would leave you after that. „No Binnie~ I need more.“ you whimpered at him wich made him week. „What do you need,baby?“ he asked with a smirk,desperate for an answer. „You binnie~“ once you stopped talking,he lifted you from his legs and laid you down on the bed. He towered above you and started to undress you completely.

„Don’t cover yourself,you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen“ Changbin said,as he notices that you tried to cover yourself a bit. After he also undressed himself,you admired him completely while he teased your entrance. He looked so good above you. So broad and strong,the sight of his muscles still made you clench. His cock was big and really thick,even better than you imagined it,wich you noticed once he started to enter you inch by inch. You gripped onto the bedsheets,your eyes rolling back to the back of your head. He started to kiss you passionately while he started to move inside of you. It helped you to relax and it made you feel some warm sensation in your belly.

You moaned into the kiss as he started to thrust harder and faster. Shortly after that,he broke the kiss and focused on pleasing the two of you. His hands were placed on your hips,supporting his thrusts. Your hands found their way to his arms,feeling how strong they are. He praised you more and more as he came closer to his high. With every thrust that he made,you clenched around him. You started to lose your mind and feeling his dick throbbing against your tight walls didn’t made it better. „C-Changbin I’m-“ you mumbled while your nails scratched his biceps. „It’s okay y/n. Cum for me“ he said while looking into your eyes. With that,you let go and clenched even more around Changbin’s cock. He stretched you out so well in that moment,you felt like your high lasted for more than just a minute. The feeling of his thrusts inside of you intensified with every second your high lasted. On top of that he came inside of you in the middle of your climax. Loud moans left your mouth every second while Changbin quietly groaned.

His movements slowed down as he came down from his high. He bend down and spread kisses on your neck,to your jaw as you breathed heavily. He pulled out of you and cleaned you with a soft tissue,not wanting to move you too much. Your mind was still foggy and you could only wince as Changbin touched you. „I‘m just cleaning you baby. Only a few more minutes and then you can sleep,okay?“ you nodded and helped him a bit since he tried to put your underwear back on.

Once the two of you wore something again,he covered you with a blanket and placed a soft peck on your forehead. „Good night,love“ he whispered as you passed out into a deep sleep.

[mysterious-ocarina]

The Plan (NSFW)

Pietro Maximoff x Female!reader

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(2.3k words)

"Wow, I look good in it but I don't have an occasion to wear it for," you marveled at how your body looked in a lingerie set Nat and Wanda picked out.

"You know, a certain Sokovian might like it... and I don't mean me," Wanda slyly added. You had started to take it off and get into your regular clothes.

"And you know that I will never tell Pietro that I love him like that. He's my bestfriend, if I told him, I would lose him," you replied. You've liked Pietro for a while but never told him because there was no way he could like you back in that way.

"Come on, Y/N! He is totally in love with you. There is no way that all that flirting is just part of his personality," Nat whined at you.

"Nat is right. I've seen him casually flirt, and this is not it," Wanda smiled. You gave her a look as you paid for all the stuff you bought. "What if we came up with a plan to get my brother to come to you? No harm can come from flirting back."

"Fine! I'll do it if it get you guys off my back. But, I swear, if I make a fool of myself, you both are dead," you frowned at them. In return, they just looked at each other and smirked. You knew those faces, they've already talked about this before, you could tell.

After girls day was over, you retired to your room to prepare yourself for what you have to do. You were supposed to catch Pietro's attention every chance you got. You decided to start with a simple training session to start off your plan. You pulled out a sports bra and your shortest shorts you had. You had a pair that made your ass look perfect. You were supposed to meet Pietro in the gym in 30 minutes, so you decide to get down there a little early to stretch and steel up your nerves.

"You know, for a guy with super speed, you're always late," you smirked at him as walked in. He had on a really tight shirt that you could see his muscles through. This was going to be harder than you thought. "You were supposed to be here 10 minutes ago."

"Well, I'm sorry I kept my prinţesă waiting," he smiled that charming smile at you. You rolled your eyes and got into a fighting stance. He mirrored your movements. You threw a punch that he dodged. He grabbed your wrists and twisted you around so your back was against his chest. You hooked your legs around his, causing him to lose balance and fall to the floor. You were straddling his hips and had his wrists pinned on either side of his head. You bit your lip as you took in the closeness, one movement and your lips would be touching. You ground your hips once, feigning trying to get up. You heard him stifle a groan before both of you finally got up. You smirked to yourself.

"I'm tired Piet, can we go get some food," you smiled back at him. He looked really out of breath despite the short and easy workout, and his pupils were blown. He sighed and nodded. Now was time for part two of the plan. Part one seemed to go as planned.

You both walked across the tower to the kitchen and you decided a nice bag of chips would be good to eat. You picked up your favorite and Pietro just grabbed a coke. You made it to the living room but before you sat down, you got the dvds out.

"Have you ever seen Star Wars, Piet?" you questioned. He looked confused and before he could say anything, you were already setting it up. "It's only the best movies ever, you'll love it, draga mea."

That caught his eye but what really got his attention next, was your body on his lap. You had your head on the arm rest, and your body on his lap. You were still only wearing your work out clothes. You moved around to get comfortable and internally smirked when you heard a groan. You could feel him getting slightly hard.

Throughout the first movie you would move around and made whimpering noises when you weren't comfortable. The noises must have turned him on because he was fully hard by the end of it. Part two went perfect and part three was where you really needed the confidence.

"Hey, Piet, can you come to my room with me? I need your help. Today Wanda, Nat and I went shopping and I want you to help me pick out some outfits," you smiled at him and stood up. You held out your hand for him and he took it.

"Sure, I don't have anything to do the rest of the day, so I was going to hang out with you anyways," he smiled at you. You felt yourself blush and didn't bother covering it up. You walked into your room and had him sit on your bed. You went to the bathroom to change, and gain some much needed confidence. You put on the dress and the lingerie. You applied a little bit of make up just to add that extra sexy touch.

Once you finally talked yourself into doing it, you walked out of the bathroom for Pietro to see you. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. You looked absolutely sexy in the dress and couldn't help but wonder what is underneath it.

"You look absolutely beautiful, prinţesă," he stared at you with awe and you saw him biting his lip. You sauntered over to him until you were in front of him and leaned down. Here goes nothing, you thought.

"What I'm wearing underneath looks better, wanna see?" you whispered into his ear. His breath hitched and you could see the lust in his eyes. He smirked at you before pushing you against the nearest wall.

"Draga mea, don't start something you can't finish," he breathed out. Your hands were pinned above your head and his other hand was on your waist, sliding towards the slit of the dress on your thigh. His lips hovered above yours, teasing you while also asking for permission.

"Trust me, I want to finish," you winked at him and moved to his ear and whispered. "I want to finish many times, Pietro."

"Who said I'll let you, prinţesă? You've been a bad girl today, teasing me. Was that your plan, do you want me to fuck you until you can't walk?" his voiced dropped an octave and he started grinding his hips into you. You basically moaned at his words and actions. All of your dominance was gone by now, and you whimpered at him.

"Please... Pietro, I-I want you to fuck me so bad," You huffed out between breaths. He suddenly stopped grinding and you whimpered at the loss of friction. He just smirked and sat in front of you.

"Against the wall, strip," He didn't need to tell you twice. You pulled the dress off of your body but left the lingerie on for him to see. "Now I want you to finger that pretty little cunt for me, prinţesă. But you're not allowed to cum without my permission tonight."

You slid a hand down your panties, maintaining eye contact and slowly started to circle your clit. You were already dripping and you could feel it dripping down your thighs. You moaned as your fingers went faster. By now, Pietro was only in his boxers. The sight of his hard-on made you moan and you pumped two fingers into your entrance.

You felt like you were going to cum so you stopped moving you fingers. He growled and came over to you.

"Did I tell you to stop," he whispered into your ear.

"I-I can't. I'll come if I keep going," you whimpered.

"Then it looks like you're going to have to hold it," he took off your bra and played with your nipples, sucking and biting.

You started circling your clit again and bucked you hips against your hand. You slowed down to an almost turtles pace when you felt your orgasm building again. Pietro growled and pinned both of your wrists against the wall. He replace your hand with his thigh. Slowly moving it causing you to moan.

"You like riding my thigh? Such a dirty girl. Maybe I won't let you come at all. Ride my thigh, show me how much you want to cum," he moved his thigh higher for you, and you started to ride it. It felt so good, you just wish he'd take your panties off. When you started to slow down again, he removed his thigh and replaced it with his fingers. "Don't forget. No cumming."

He pulled your panties off and threw them who knows where. He got on his knees and moaned at how wet you were for him. He licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, making sure to put extra pressure on your clit. You bucked your hips at the contact, the need to cum came back quickly and you whimpered at how good it felt.

"Such a pretty pussy," he stuck his tongue into your entrance and you moaned. He tasted you and sucked your clit before getting up. He smirked at you, "Where are your toys, prinţesă? I'm going to have my fun with you."

He cuffed you to the bed and pulled out a magic wand vibrator. You whimpered when he turned it on and trialed it down your chest. He leaned over you for a passionate kiss. He pulled back your folds and held the wand securely on your clit. You moaned against his mouth and tried to break free of the cuffs. He wiggled the vibrator against you clit.

"P-please.... Pietro! Please let me cum, I'm begging you," you nearly screamed. The pleasure he was giving you felt too good, you didn't know how much longer you could last.

"Does my prinţesă want to cum? Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he asked you. The only response you could muster was a moan. This was satisfactory enough for him so he upped the vibration to the highest setting and pumped two fingers into you, curling them and hitting your g-spot. You were a screaming and moaning mess by the time he said the words you were waiting to hear.

"Cum for me, prinţesă. Cum all over my fingers for me," he whispered onto your lips before kissing you again. You moaned loudly against his lips and cummed all over his fingers. He worked you through your high and started to slow his fingers down.

When you finally came down, he had already turned off the wand and pulled his boxers off. You moaned at the sight, he was huge. He undid the cuffs and crawled on top of you. He pulled you for a kiss as he pushed him self in you.

He gave you a moment to adjust to his size and kissed you as he waited. When you were ready, you pulled his hair and bucked your hips.

He started out slowly, the man who cares about his best friend coming out. He didn't want to hurt you.

"F-faster, Piet! P-please." was all you could get out. He started to thrust harder into you, using his super speed. You were a moaning and screaming mess again and you could feel your orgasm starting to build.

You raked your hands down his back, creating scratch marks and probably drawing blood. The only thing you could do, was moan in time with each of his thrusts. He groaned with every hard thrust and the noise was enough to edge you closer.

He hit that spot deep inside you, and you knew, you were done for. He made sure to hit that spot with each thrust.

"L-let it out, prinţesă. Cum for me again," he whispered into your ear. That was enough for you to hit your high. You clamped around him and you felt his hips stutter. You could tell he was close.

You came down from your high just in time to see his euphoric face as he cummed inside of you. His hips slowed down to a stop as he laid down on top of you. You were both trying to catch your breathes.

You were playing with his hair, when he pulled himself out of you and got up. You frowned when he walked away but smiled when you saw him come out of the bathroom with a washcloth.

He gave you his cute, goofy smile as he cleaned you up. When he was done, he kissed your forehead and kissed your wrists before cuddling up next to you. "Pietro?" you whispered. He hummed to show he was listening.

"I-I love you, like more than a friend, more than a bestfriend. I wanna go on dates and kiss you all the time. I really hope that this wasn't a one time thing but I value our friendship more than anything and I can't lose yo-" you rambled on before he interrupted you with a quick kiss.

"I love you too, prinţesă. And I would love to take you on dates and kiss you all the time," he smiled at you. You sighed before giving him another kiss.

"Thank God, I don't know what I would have done if my plan failed today," you replied. He chuckled before pulling you even closer to him.

"I did not like the teasing, but in the end, I guess it worked out. Maybe next time you tease me, I'll have to punish you by fucking your mouth," he whispered with a smirk on his face. You simply kissed his nose before snuggling into his neck as he play with your hair.

"I can't wait," you whispered back.

[rachaelswrites]

Not Like You

BuckyNat x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 942

Requested By: Anonymous

Hey! I asked u a month ago about if you do nat x bucky’s daughter and you said yes but your requests were closed so since it was open now i’d like to request for nat and bucky having a daughter together who’s a chubby little girl ☺️(i don’t know if you can write for a chubby!reader but if not that’s okay!) and kids at her school tease her a lot telling her she can’t be their daughter and why doesn’t she look like her mom and that she should be embarrassed going out with them so she refused to be seen in public with her parents although her parents didn’t really have problem with media and stuff so they addressed the issue and solve it for their girl:). Feel free to reject the request if you don’t like it

A/N: I changed this a little so it didn’t describe the reader’s looks but still fit the request. Reader is about 8 years old in this

Warnings: Mean kids, let me know if I miss any

Everyone at school knew who your parents were and you didn’t mind it. Sometimes, the older kids at school would ask you what it was like having two Avengers as your parents. All the younger kids thought you were cool for having superhero parents and living in the tower with them and the others. 

Most kids were nice to you but there were a few who liked to pick on you, especially in P.E class. Bucky and Nat never forced you to train or workout with them since they knew you weren’t a fan of it. You weren’t like them and you preferred to sit on the couch and read or spend time in the lab and medbay. 

You didn’t like P.E class because despite having superhero parents, you couldn’t keep up with the other kids. You weren’t as strong as they were and you couldn’t run as long and fast as they could. You tried so many times to skip but your teacher always found you and forced you to participate.

“Hey Y/n,” one of the girls in your class asked, “How many laps did you run today?”

You shrugged and ignored her, hoping she would leave you alone.

“I bet you had the lowest number in the class,” she continued. She noticed you ignoring her and she wanted a reaction out of you so she went for a low blow, “I don’t know how you can be related to your parents. They’re heroes and they save the world but you can’t even run as much as kids in school. They must be really embarrassed of you.”

You wanted to respond back but she had already walked away, leaving you alone with her words still ringing in your head.

~~~~~

Once you got home from school, you stayed in your room and tried to get those words out of your head. It wasn’t strange that you wanted to hide out in your room after school. The tower was always busy this time of day and you preferred the quiet of your room. Bucky and Nat were also busy during this time and they weren’t able to keep you occupied in a way they normally could.

It was nearing dinner and you still hadn’t left your room. You weren’t able to concentrate on the math homework you had or the book you were currently reading so you were laying in your bed, hoping you could fall asleep early.

“Buck go ask Y/n if she wants to go out for dinner. That restaurant she likes is open again,” Nat said to Bucky as he entered the kitchen.

“She in her room?” he asked, already turning back around to follow Nat’s request.

“Yeah,” she said.

Bucky made his way through the hallways and made it to your door. He knocked on your door, “Hey Y/n. Mom and I were wondering if you want to go out for dinner tonight?”

“I don’t want to,” you said back, turning over to face the door.

“You sure?” he asked, “It’s your favorite restaurant.”

“No,” you said. Going out meant people would see you with your parents, and if that girl from school was right. You were an embarrassment to them.

“Okay then,” Bucky said, wondering why you would say no to something like this. He went back into the kitchen to tell Natasha, “She said no.”

“Really? You told her it was her favorite place?” she asked.

“Of course I did,” he said back.

“Well I guess we’re staying in tonight.”

~~~~~

Once dinner was ready, Natasha came and got you. She could tell you weren’t your normal self but chalked it up to being tired. She hoped eating some dinner would give you energy but you stayed sluggish throughout the meal. Her and Bucky both exchanged glances, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Is everything okay?” Nat finally asked.

You nodded, “Yeah,” you answered. You could tell it wasn’t convincing so you added a little more detail, “I was just wondering if I could start training with you more.”

“Of course you can,” Bucky said, “What made you change your mind?”

You just shrugged which seemed enough to Bucky but not your mom. She knew you better than anyone and could tell when you were holding something back.

“Y/n what’s really going on with you?” she asked, setting her fork down, “Don’t be scared to tell us.”

“It’s nothing,” you said, hoping she would just leave you alone.

“Y/n did something happen at school today?” your dad asked.

“Kinda,” you mumbled, “Some girl just said since I’m your daughter I should be able to run more than the other kids. And she said you’re embarrassed by me,” you explained.

“Sweetheart, that’s not true at all,” your mom said, moving to sit in the chair next to you, “It doesn’t matter what you can do in a P.E class. Your dad and I don’t care about that.”

“What matters is that you are the sweetest and smartest little girl. We love you no matter what you can do,” Bucky said, sitting on the chair on the other side of you.

“But you’re superheroes and I’m not,” you said, trying to hold back your tears.

“So?” your dad said, “You’re our daughter. We love you very much.”

“And we are not embarrassed by you,” your mom added, pulling you to sit on her lap and wrapping her arms around you, “Don’t listen to that girl. It’s ridiculous that she said that to you.”

Bucky leaned over and kissed the top of your head, joining you and your mom in the hug.

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semi-charming •  bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested:  Do you have any bill denbrough x reader’s that you have finished that can be posted? I really love your work I re read it like everyday lol :)    +      AKANSHAKAKMA U SHOULD POST THE BILL DENBROUGH HATE SMUT AHHHH     +     don’t be shy post the b.d hate smut 😀🔫🥰🌝

i haven’t posted a fic in well over several months but i hope u guys like it :) im here and around still so send me something if u wanna chat <3 i also have re opened my requests lkajsdlkaj

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warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au, 

(losers + reader are 19+.)

4.1k words

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional. 

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that. 

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake. 

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise. 

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door. 

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes. 

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either. 

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music." 

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off." 

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. 

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding. 

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give. 

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in." 

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it. 

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him. 

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?" 

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms. 

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?" 

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person. 

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst. 

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg. 

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall. 

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!" 

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him. 

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either. 

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts. 

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet. 

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack." 

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf. 

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot. 

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you. 

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip. 

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane.  "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly. 

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth. 

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away. 

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid. 

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh. 

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from. 

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done." 

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated." 

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly. 

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are,  i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk. 

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out. 

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you. 

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you. 

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own.  "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving? 

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants. 

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes. 

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down. 

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate. 

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once. 

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure. 

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?" 

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to." 

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock. 

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back. 

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly. 

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan. 

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums. 

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out. 

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce. 

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building. 

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours. 

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

 "you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to. 

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already. 

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple. 

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours. 

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close. 

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters. 

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall. 

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous. 

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease. 

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him. 

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[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

What Family Really Is

Pairing: Natasha x reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff, cursing, homophobia,

Summary: your parents, who don’t like you being (your sexuality) invited you and your partner to Thanksgiving thinking you have a boyfriend, so when you show up with Nat, all hell breaks loose.

You and your parents didn’t have a good relationship…to say the least. They hadn’t accepted you when you came out to them, they claimed it was just a phase and that you weren’t ‘that’ kind of person. But you didn’t really care, you were an Avenger now, with the best girlfriend in the world, Natasha.

One day, you got a call from your cousin, she was always nice to you and only stopped talking to you because she was so young and just did what your aunt told her to do. Now she was older so you figured you would answer the phone. You guys had a nice chat, where you mentioned you had a significant other, but you had never specified that it was a girl, you hadn’t ment to do that but it just kinda happened that’s way.

A few days later your parents reached out to you, apologizing and inviting your partner and you to the family Thanksgiving. You were surprised and went to talk to Natasha to see what she thought. “Love, can we talk?” You asked her, she was currently training, and you must say she did look hot in her workout outfit. “Yeah sure babe, what’s up?” She stopped working out and you guys headed to your shared bedroom. You explained to her the situation, she looked at you sympathetically. “Babe, we can do whatever makes you comfortable, I would like to meet your family but if you don’t want to see them, then thats fine, we can have our own little Thanksgiving with the team that isn’t going anywhere.” You hesitantly smiled at her and responded, “let’s do it, let’s give it a shot, maybe they’ve changed!” You then responded to your parents that you would love to come, they sent back the time and place, it was in 3 days…

~the day before Thanksgiving~

You and Nat spent the day baking a famous Russian dessert for you to bring to Thanksgiving tomorrow, the dessert was yours and Nat’s favorites but took all day to make so you didn’t make it often. You both fell asleep cuddled together in bed, both nervous and excited for tomorrow.

You both got up at your regular time and went through your routine; Nat got out of bed, got 2 cups of coffee, brought one to you and in return you gave her a good morning kiss. You guys then got dressed, and headed to the car to drive, since it was a few hours away.

You put on the radio and you two sang along to all the songs, laughing at the antics. You finally arrived just in time, you were nervous and Nat noticed it. She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before you guys got out of the car. You grabbed the dessert and headed to the door. You knocked and waited…. Your mom opened the door and immediately questioned “where’s your boyfriend? And who is this?” You were saddened when you realized, they thought that every time you said partner or significant other, you ment a boyfriend, they didn’t really accept you. “This is my partner, Natasha” you said, hoping that they wouldn’t react badly. By now everyone there was gathering by the door. “What do you mean girlfriend!?!? Your cousin said you had a partner, a boyfriend. But then you show up with her!?!? I thought you had finally come to your senses and repented but no.” You started to get tears in your eyes as the rest of your family kept saying mean things. Natasha was just getting angry. “What the fuck are you saying? Y/N is the nicest person ever, and just because she’s dating who she wants doesn’t give you any reason to be assholes! If anything you people will be the ones going to hell! And if we are, well then, I’ll see you there!” With that Nat flipped them off, took your hand and went back to the car. She then drove you guys to a local diner, the way there you guys didn’t speak, Nat was fuming and you were just trying not to cry, and kicking yourself for ever thinking that your family could change and accept you for who you were. “Let’s get some food, hmm?” Natasha asked you her voice being soothing and sweet. “What?” You asked coming back to reality, “uh, yeah sure, sounds good” you guys went into the diner and ate some food, not really talking to each other, Nat was concerned but understood that you probably just needed some time. You drove back into the tower in complete silence. When you got there the team that didn’t have family was in the living room and was confused as to why you were back so soon.

Nat gave everyone a look that said ‘don’t, I’ll explain later’ she took you to your bedroom and put on a movie while you two cuddled. After the movie you decided you should talk. “I love you.” You simply said. “Love you too, don’t listen to what they said, you are my angel, my light in the darkness, the sunshine on a cloudy day.” This got you to smile, “I’m done with them, you and the team are my family.” You gave her a kiss. “I’m hungry, so I’m going to go grab some food, you want some?” Nat asked after a little more cuddling. “Nah I’m good, probably going to grab a shower and head to the gym.” “Alright, love ya, see you later” Nat went and told the team what had happened while grabbing some food, they were shocked and most of them wanted to start a fight but Nat got them not to, saying it’s not what you’d want. The team decided to hold a big dinner to make up for your ruined Thanksgiving lunch, they went to the store and got what they could, a lot of stuff was sold out. They spent the rest of the day cooking with minimal injury luckily.

You had come into living room after a second shower, you needed one after your workout, when Nat texted you dinner was ready, and to come to the living room. You saw what the team had done and you were so surprised and excited. You thanked everyone and gave Nat a huge hug. You guys enjoyed the meal and it was full of laughs and fun stories. Family was what you make it. You had found your family.

AN: I hope you guys enjoyed this one! It’s a little different than what I normally do (fluff) but I just kinda felt like writing this! Happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate it, and happy Thursday, almost Friday to those who don’t!

[smol-and-grumpy]

Like What You See?

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: “Like what you see?” He asks, one eyebrow raised, lips still quirking upwards.

Now, she knows she can just say something snarky, maybe tell him not to get over his head, maybe make a joke that they’ll laugh about but somehow, she feels a little feisty. She doesn’t know if what evil thing forces her to say the next thing that slips out of her mouth, “You know I do,”

Warnings: Sweaty Jensen (that deserves a warning in itself), feelings, friends to lovers, cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, semi-public sex

WC: 3858

A/N: So, this hit me in the face. Don’t blame me for it, blame him.

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[JA] Need your help

[Me] I’m working

[JA] Yeah, it’s kind of an emergency

[Me] I swear to god, Jackles, if it’s nothing important

[JA] I’m hurt. I could be dying

[Me] If you would be, you wouldn’t be texting me

[JA] Jesus, for once in your life, can you just do what I ask you to?

[Me] You didn’t ask

[JA] Look, can you drop out of work early and come over or not?

[Me] What’s in it for me?

[JA] You’ll see

[Me] I hate you

[JA] You wish you could

Fuck. He’s right. She really wishes she could hate him sometimes but no matter what, she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to. 

Y/N had been friends with Jensen since she moved to Vancouver. They actually met at the bar and she didn’t even know who he was at first. It took her an embarrassingly long time to figure out but it didn’t seem that he minded. They kept meeting up and soon a friendship bloomed, and she could tell back then that Jensen was somehow glad that he had someone to talk to outside of work. However, the last two years of their friendship, they have spent apart since she has been transferred to Toronto for work and it was actually quite hard for both of them but they managed to keep their friendship alive with occasional video calls or meetups where she would fly in or he would whenever he could steal himself away. 

It came as a shock to her when he told her that he’s going to be filming for The Boys in Toronto and even though he never said that he took it just to be close to her, she sometimes wished that it was the case. Because apart from being the best friend to Jensen, she was also crushing so hard for him, and yeah, maybe it would be better if he wasn’t here because then she wouldn’t have to deal with her stupid feelings all the time. They have too good of a dynamic in their friendship and she really doesn’t want to jeopardize it by coming on to him. Besides, Jensen could have anyone, why should he even have feelings for her. She’s not moving in the same social circle, and to be frank, he’s way out of her league.

She debates with herself about leaving work. Jensen must be really desperate to want her to get off work early for whatever it was. He knows about her work ethic and how serious she takes it, and maybe that’s why she finds herself packing her bag. 

When she walks down the hall and waits by the elevator, she shoots him another text.

 [Me] This better be good. I want a large pizza for dinner.

[JA] That wouldn’t be fair because I can’t have pizza 

[Me] Good. Then you can watch me eat it and suffer

[JA] I hate you

[Me] You wish you could

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Of course he isn’t in his hotel room when she arrives. She knows that because she’s the person who has the second key card. “For emergencies,” he had said. 

Y/N drops her bag by the entrance to the hotel room and calls him.

“You here?”

A shiver runs down her back. His voice is a little strained, gravelly and rough, and he breathes hard. 

“Are you a magician because I can’t see you in the room. Is this why you called me over? To show me your disappearing act?” She says after catching her own breath.

“Haha, you’re cute and funny.” He chuckled, “Come down to the gym.” 

She’s closing the door of the room behind her and makes her way to the elevator. “You know I didn’t come here to be your workout buddy, right? Know your audience, Ackles.” 

“I swear you don’t have to do anything you don’t want, just come down.” 

“I want ice cream after the pizza.” 

“Whatever the hell you want,”

Stepping out of the elevator, Y/N makes her way to the gym. There’s faint music coming out of the closed door and she can hear a grunt. A sexy grunt. Dammit. She should not go in there and she knows it but her body screams for her to open that door. 

Barging in unceremoniously, she finds him next to the bench, two dumbbells in hand as he alternates the lifting between his arms, grunting into the mirror. 

“This better be worth my time, Jackles.” She huffs out and their eyes meet in the mirror. 

God, he looks so good. Yeah, of course the beard could be shorter, the hair too, but it probably won’t take long before they are coming off and he’ll look anything like the Jensen she knew again. Not that she minds this Jensen. Maybe it’s something primal inside her, some cavemen kink she never knew she had. 

As she steps further into the room, the smell hits her and she can swear something’s clenching and it’s definitely not her jaw. The room smells of Jensen’s perfume and of his deodorant, his sweat and musk, and she knows she’s going to die when she has to spend more than ten minutes in here. It’s dying or being extremely aroused and she’d rather die than him knowing how she actually wants to climb him like a jungle gym.

He drops the dumbbells and takes a swig from his water bottle. “I promise,” Jensen pants a little, “I’ll be worth it.” 

It’s now that she realizes that they’re alone. “Where is everyone else?” 

“It’s pandemic, Y/N. The hotels only do bookings in advance.”

“And of course you booked it to have it to yourself.”

He grins, “Wouldn’t want anyone to see me like this and decide that they’re selling it to the press. Besides, wouldn’t want anyone to not be able to concentrate on their weights in my presence.” 

“Jesus, your ego is unmatched.” She fights the urge to roll her eyes, even though he’s probably right. Well, at least she wouldn’t be able to get any workouts in when there’s a full course meal working out next to her.

“You wanna help me or not?”

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?”

Wordlessly, Jensen shoves his phone into her hand and she looks at him a little puzzled. 

He’s sending her a smirk, that lopsided one, the very one that would make every female who’s interested in a male drop their panties immediately. “You’re going to film me for insta.” 

“What?”

“Yeah, they said it would be good to let them see how I work out.” 

“That’s your emergency?” She spits out, “That’s what I left work for?”

Jensen looks at her, almost…. Almost pleadingly? Wow, he’s turning it way up too high, knowing full well she can’t resist that look either. Fuck.

Y/N sighs before she speaks, “But why, Jensen? You could have asked someone else. Recording a video is not that hard.” 

“Well, I don’t want anyone else.” 

Huh. Her mouth opens and closes, and then she shakes her head to get out of this stupor, because he didn’t really mean it like she thinks he meant it, right? 

She caves. Of course she does. “Fine. What do you have in mind?”

Ever the director, he tells her how he wants to do it, and she might have squealed internally when he flexed his muscles but nobody had to know. 

“I got it,” she says, and he’s standing just a couple of feet away, all sweaty and smelling all enticingly musky, and yeah, she’s fucked. 

Her gaze is fixed on his freckled face with droplets of sweat on his forehead and nose, and honestly, it’s not really fair that someone who worked out that amount of sweat can still look this good. Her eyes flicker down from his face to his chest where a sheen of sweat spreads over her favorite freckle of his. 

“Y/N?” His voice pulls her back and she must have been biting her lips pretty hard because Jensen’s thumb comes up to rest on her chin, pulls her skin so that her teeth release her lips. “You okay?”

“Huh?” She doesn’t dare to look him in the eye, fearing he’d see everything she feels in them, “Yeah, so, are we done?”

“Sure,” He nods and takes his phone out from her hand. She’s gripping it hard and he chuckles as he has to ply her fingers from it. 

Standing there awkwardly, she watches him walk back to where his towel is resting and Jensen wipes the sweat on his forehead and neck away with it. Y/N didn’t even realize that she’s still watching him when suddenly there’s a chuckle and when she averts her eyes from his arms — oh god, those fucking arms that has gotten so much bigger in the last couple of months — he’s grinning at her all cockily and full of bravado, and all of a sudden, she really wants to wipe that grin from his face. 

“Like what you see?” He asks, one eyebrow raised, lips still quirking upwards. 

Now, she knows she can just say something snarky, maybe tell him not to get over his head, maybe make a joke that they’ll laugh about but somehow, she feels a little feisty. She doesn’t know if what evil thing forces her to say the next thing that slips out of her mouth, “You know I do,”

If her quasi-declaration of how much she enjoys ogling him is a surprise to him, he doesn’t let it show but instead walks closer, that stupid wide grin stretches over his face. 

And then his hands were on her waist, fingers squeezing her hip, the tip of it digging deep into her flesh. 

“Yeah?” He asks, “Is that so?”

Y/N swallows, her hands rest on his arms — on his biceps to be precise — to somehow hold him there and maybe trying to fight to keep for her dignity but his skin feels so smooth in her palm and it feels so warm from his workout, god, she’s going to die right here, right now. Somehow, her brian still functions and she quirks an eyebrow, “You have a problem with that?”

He chuckles, his eyes crinkly and bright, and she’s so fucking done for. “Not in the slightest,” Jensen whispers, before he ducks his head down and all of a sudden, his sweaty forehead rests on hers, and she finds that she doesn’t mind. Their breathing mingles and she can swear she doesn’t hear the music anymore because all she hears is his heartbeat, or maybe it’s hers, who knows anymore. 

When he closes the gap between them, his lips brush against hers. It’s barely a kiss, way too short because he pulls away right after that careful brush, and it’s not nearly enough to clench her thirst for him. 

But he’s not completely gone, his lips are just a hair away from hers, the tip of his nose nudging against hers, “Is this okay?” He whispers, his warm breath fanning over her mouth. 

Even if her brain is capable enough to form words, she doesn’t think anything would come out anyway. So, Y/N nods her head and her hands trail up his sticky arm to loop around his even stickier neck, a grin splitting her face. 

Jensen growls before immediately closing the distance again, slanting his mouth over hers, and it’s unlike the careful brush of lips from before. This kiss is needy and sloppy and fucking wild. Her hands bury into his hair, pulling him closer while he wraps her up with his big arms. His chest is heaving and his heart is at least running the same marathon as hers does. 

“Fuck,” he breathes out, “Should have done this sooner.” 

“Yeah?” By now, she definitely can’t hide her grin and she’s fearing that her face will permanently stay this way. 

“Yeah,” he pecks her lips, once, twice, thrice, “You have no idea how much I dreamt of doing this with you.” 

Oh.

Her grin turns cocky, “Then we should make up for lost time, huh?” 

“Fuck, Y/N,” 

Before she knows it, his lips are back on hers and he walks her backward until her back hits the dumbbell rack. At a lightning speed, he flips her around so that she faces herself in the mirror while Jensen’s tongue maps out her throat, sucking and licking his way to her shoulder. 

“Wow, here?” Her hand goes back to card through his hair, “You’re supposed to buy me my pizza first.” 

Jensen’s low chuckle next to her ear is making her wetter, “Oh, I didn’t forget. I’ll watch you eat but you have to watch me eat first.” 

Her mouth opens to ask him what he means but then she figures it out when he falls down to his knees, fingers already hooking into her jeans, and holy shit, when did he have time to pop her button? 

“Really? Here?” She asks again, just to be fucking sure because they’re in fucking public, even if nobody is here right now, and she’s not the one who has everything to lose. 

He doesn’t answer and instead succeeds in pulling off her jeans from her one leg. It’s still hanging onto her other leg but who really cares about that right now. Not when he pushes her panties to the side and threads through her slick with his fingers. She bites down on her bottom lip so as not to moan out too loud. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he groans and places a kiss on her asscheek, “Is that all for me, huh? Or does it turn you on that anyone could walk in on us?” 

“Shit,” 

“Tell me,” he asks, or rather demands, fingers circling her clit with his one hand while his other pushes her legs apart some more. 

“B-both— fuck!” He has his head buried between her thighs quicker than she could answer him, tongue lapping at her excess slick, nose stroking along her rim. And his beard, oh god, his beard adds a new sensation to it, “Oh god,” 

Jensen pulls away slightly, “God’s too formal. C’mon, you can still call me Jensen,” 

Well, fuck him and his overblown ego and stupid mouth. Her hand goes back to his head as she fists his hair between her fingers and pushes him to her dripping cunt. He actually goes in willingly and there’s not much resistance. He moans and slurps like it’s the best thing he’s ever eaten, his wide tongue probing at her entrance, and shit, her legs are already starting to tremble. 

The next time he pulls away, it’s only to work two of his incredibly thick fingers into her wet heat, making her arch her back and moan out shamelessly. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking delicious. Think you can come on my fingers, hhm, baby?” 

Well, fuck, who taught him to talk like that? And honestly, how can she say no? But then the pressure of his fingers is gone, and before she can protest, he’s standing up and enters his fingers into her from the front, thumbs circling on her clit expertly. His free arm sneaks its way under her shirt, hands pulling down her bra just enough to give him free rein over her bare tits. “Jesus, Y/N, you have no idea how much I want you.” 

“How much?” She can’t help but be a little sassy, it’s just the way she is, okay? 

Chuckling, he sucks in her earlobe, teeth biting down on it gently while he tweaks her nipple between his fingers. “So. Fucking. Much.” He whispers roughly, thrusting his hard but sadly still clothed cock against her ass. 

“C’mon, baby, come for me so I can fuck you.” 

And really, she wants to, because she’s so fucking close but god, she really wants to come on his cock and maybe they can take their time the next time they’re doing this but she’s so fucking desperate for that dick. 

“Fuck me now.” She begs, “Please.” 

There’s another growl from next to her ear, more primal, and then his fingers leave her cunt and are replaced by the blunt head of his cock. He threads it through her slick, and she’s well aware that he’s not wearing a condom but god, she didn’t care. She can feel him hesitate, though.

“Shit, Y/N, are you sure?”

“I swear if you ask me again, I’ll let you watch me fuck myse— oh god!” 

In that moment, he breaches her pussy with the thick head of his cock, one hand is placed on her stomach, holding her close while the fingers of his other hand draw circles on her clit. “Shhhhhhh,” he coos, “I told you to call me Jensen.” 

She’s about to swat him but now he moves the hand from her stomach into her hair, grabbing at them and pulls her back so that she arches her back a little. 

“Look up, baby, look at yourself in the mirror,” Jensen whispers, “Look at your face when you take my cock for the first time.” 

And she does, looks at their reflection, at Jensen’s concentrated frown when he drives his cock further and further inside of her and then her eyes flutter shut when he’s sheathed. 

“Fuck, Jensen,” 

He stills inside of her, not moving an inch as he lets her body adjust to his lengths and girth. “How does it feel, huh?”

“G-good, so fu-full,” 

His hand in her hair tightens and he pulls her up until she’s flushed against his chest. “Good,” he whispers next to her ear, his voice so deep and sexy and her cunt clenches unconsciously hearing it, and then he moves. Finally fucking moves, as he begins to fuck her, slow and deep at first, “You feel so fucking good, Y/N, god, should have done this way sooner.” 

“Jensen,”

“Hhm? What do you want? Tell me, Y/N,” 

“Ha— harder, fuck, I’m going to— ugh,” 

He drives in, more forcefully, purposefully. Skin slapping skin loudly, his balls making contact with her thighs, thumbs flicking at her sensitive clit and she reaches up, fingers scratching at his shoulder and neck for purchase as she comes with trembling legs. It’s one of the more powerful orgasms she’s ever had, her pussy clenches so hard, it pushes him out of her and he growls, actually growls so loud, it sends a shiver down her spine and makes her tingle all over. 

“Damn, baby,” he chuckles, chest heaving as he turns her around and picks her up. His lips find hers and his tongue invades her mouth. She can still taste herself on him and paired with Jensen’s own taste, it’s a fucking mind-numbing combination. 

His strong arms are wrapped around her as he carries her to the free wall in the back, and he balances her around like she weighs nothing. It must be all the workout that’s paying off. She’s never felt safer anywhere but in his arms. 

Jensen presses her against the cool wall before slipping his wet cock back into her even slicker heat, groaning as it goes in fluidly. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet. Feels amazing,” he breathes against her neck, lips grazing her skin and his beard tickles her in all the right places. 

From here, she can see the mirror, can see Jensen’s broad back in his stupid shirt that he’s still hasn’t gotten rid of, can see how he blankets her with his broadness, can see his bare ass and god, he really has a great ass. It’s mesmerizing to watch how his muscles clench every time he drives in and out of her. 

Her jeans are still hanging from one of her legs and it’s so ridiculous how they must look, with their clothes half clinging to their body as he fucks her good and hard against the wall. It’s everything she wanted and more. 

“I’m close,” Jensen admits as he pulls away from her collarbone after having successfully sucked in a mark there, “Can you come with me, Y/N, hhm?” 

She just came about ten minutes ago. She really doesn’t know if she has it in her to come again so quickly, but she would be damned if she wouldn’t at least try. So, she nods her head and pulls the arm from around his neck to sneak between their bodies. She starts to play with herself, the tip of her fingers feel his lengths going in and out of her pussy, and that alone is a fucking turn-on, to be honest. 

“Harder,” Y/N manages to say, “A little harder,” 

“Whatever the hell you want,” he whispers, one hand stops supporting her but instead goes to her shirt collar. He pulls it down so hard it rips apart but instead of saying sorry, or even care, his lips find her nipple, and his tongue tickles with it inside of his mouth. And all this while he increases his thrust, makes his harder, sharper, fucking her to the brink of pain but she just knows that it’ll be worth the soreness she’ll feel after.

Jensen’s tongue trails up her chest to nip at her jaw, “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna… Where do you want me to come?” 

“You can come in me,” she’s super close, toes already curling as the pressure builds and builds.

“Oh god,” he groans and drops his mouth to her neck, teeth scraping at her skin. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“You can call me Y/N,” she adds, before fuck— she squeals out sharply, giggling when she comes and her cunt squeezes him so hard, Jensen has to fight to stay inside. 

He groans loudly, sinking his fangs into her skin as he spills hotly inside of her. 

His hand is squeezing her thigh through his aftershock, his other hand carefully palms her face, thumb stroking her cheek gently. Jensen bumps his nose along hers before he steals a soft kiss. It deepens pretty quickly, tongue sliding along each other’s and she actually whines when his cock slips out of her. 

“We should clean up.” He grins and steals another kiss. 

“How about you clean up and I go and order pizza.” 

“You’re really hungry, huh?” He sets her down and tucks himself back into his pants before kneeling down to help her get back into her jeans.

“You promised,”

“Yeah, go, I’ll be right up.” He places a big hand at the back of her head to draw her in for another kiss. It seems like now that he’s allowed to do it, he can’t really stop. Not that she minds. 

When she turns to walk towards the door, she notices that her shirt is basically showing half her chest. Turning back to Jensen he just grins. “C’mon, it’s not that bad, I’ll buy you a new shirt.” 

“And what do I wear now?” 

He strides over in quick steps, palms cradle her face when he drops another kiss, “Wear my shirt. Nothing underneath.” 

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[shotorozu]

hello! i love ur writings <3

wanted to request a hc of todoroki, deku, and bakugou and their reactions to the tiktok trend where those two girls are laughing and ppl put their friends/family members in the camera thinking it’s their friend or something 💀 (here’s a link to one of the videos https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe6oFVx5/ )

once again, love ur work and hopefully i did this request correctly 😩🙏🏽

s/o’s friends laugh at them

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : crack, fluff (x reader)

note(s) : i always say that i’m going to upload more, since i haven’t in a day but i’m going to keep my promises this time. and maybe after my content dump, that’s when i’ll fix my masterlists

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bakugou katsuki

this prank was very risky just like the other pranks you’ve pulled on him but that doesn’t stop you at all

you decided to do this prank after seeing it on the fyp— and also because of the prank’s simplicity since all you needed to do was download the tiktok

you called katsuki over when he finishes working out, and it all seems innocent “katsuki! come over here.”

katsuki, irritated— as he had just finished his exercise, he marches over to where you’re seated “what now, dumbass?”

“i want you to meet my friends!” katsuki only raises a brow, because he’s PRETTY sure that he’s met all of your friends

“now??” he sighs, “i thought i met all of your stupid friends.”

“not all of them,” you grin “c’mon please, katsuki?” and it’s over when your eyes twinkle, and he can only sigh— sitting next to you

“okay, let me meet them” he asks, and you pull up with your phone (that’s now filming, and with the video playing) and show him your ‘friends’

“this is katsuki! my boyfriend,” you introduce him to your ‘friends’

and he’s SO offended when your friends burst into laughter, “WHAT THE HELL’S SO FUNNY, EXTRAS??”

man was really about to explode your phone into pieces— and i’m serious about that part 🧎‍♂️ his hands were creating mini sparks out of anger

you had to coax him that it was just a prank, and they weren’t actually your friends

katsuki’s just 😐 “what did i expect from you?”

promise him that the video won’t go viral, and it won’t be seen by thousands and thousands of people.

you were wrong, and the video AND the audio ended up going viral. and katsuki had to hear his voice on tiktok for WEEKS.

“YOU TOLD ME IT WOULDN’T GO VIRAL DUMBASS” he fumes, red irises zeroing in on you.

“WELL SORRY— I DONT CONTROL THE ALGORITHM, but at least you’re famous!”

“fuck off,” he doesn’t mean that. but he just needs to learn how to not fall for your shit again, despite being really whipped for you

midoriya izuku

you’d feel bad because izuku’s ALWAYS at the receiving end of your pranks 💀

similar to bakugou, you decided to prank him because of the simplicity of the prank— and he wouldn’t get TOO offended by the prank’s nature, right? wrong 💀

izuku swings the door open, a couple of snacks held in his arms, “hey Y/N! i brought some snacks— what did you need me for?”

“oh, i want you to meet my cousins!”

he immediately goes red, setting down the snacks he brought to your room “your c-cousins? oh no no no, Y/N why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve showered before hand— i could’ve fixed my face and wore something different—”

poor izuku. he’s gesturing to his post workout state, since he was in such a hurry to get to your room with snacks.

but you brush his concern off “don’t worry, izuku! it’s through call. they won’t be able to smell you anyway.”

he calms down, and this when you decide to start the tiktok. “i’m going to call them,” he only nods, quickly hurrying over to your side— to meet your ‘cousins’

“say hi, izuku!” he nervously smiles, showing his face to the camera and waving his hand— totally oblivious of the intentions

he’s stammering on the introduction, and that’s when the rather hysterical laughing starts

he blinks, the feeling of defeat courses through his entire body— the green haired boy immediately moves away from the view

why exactly is izuku genuinely sad from your ‘cousins’ laughing at him? well,, it was always a thing for him to try his very best to be likeable to your relatives

your parent(s)/guardian? they adore him. siblings (if there’s any) they’re also very fond of him. so while you say that they’re your cousins— it still means a lot if he made a good impression

“i,, should’ve changed!” he sulks, the fact that the laugh was quite hysterical didn’t aid the issue, “your cousins will never like me,,”

his mind is put at ease when you tell him it’s a prank— and they’re not actually your cousins. so he doesn’t need to do any redeeming, regardless of the fact that he ‘just met’ them

he sighs in relief, actually glad that it was all just another innocent tiktok prank (that did make his heart race 10x faster)

the video blows up, his distraught reaction being splayed across the fyp, it eventually getting onto twitter— his face being used as an reaction video

“you’re viral, izuku!”

he’s content, despite his distraught reaction being spread across the internet. but he just wishes that your actual cousins don’t see it 💀

todoroki shouto

is most likely aware of your tiktok pranks— but please 💀 this one looked realistic to him, so how was he supposed to tell??

anyways, you decided to do this prank because you wanted to see how he’d react to your ‘family members’ laughing at him. his reactions are golden though

it’s harmless, in a way— it’s mostly a harmless prank. shouto knows how to not take things too seriously, but you just wanted to see his reactions.

“shouto, could you please come over here?” you call for him to sit right next to you, patting his usual spot next to you.

“what is it?” he asks, getting comfortable next to you, kissing your temple— and that’s when you pull out your phone

“i want you to meet my siblings!”

shouto’s puzzled, because one— he always prefers to meet your family members in person, and two— he didn’t know you had siblings (or more siblings)

“we’re not meeting them in person?”

“oh wait! i forgot to mention that they’re working abroad. so we can’t really schedule a meeting in person.”

shouto’s skeptical, but you reassure him further “it’ll be quick!”

the dual haired boy chooses to believe you which was honestly really wrong of him, “alright, i’ll meet them.”

he moves next to you, peaking at the screen “say hi to shouto!”

he was expecting a few things but,, them breaking out into hysterical laughter was just something else

shouto’s so confused 💀✋ someone please help him, it’s like you spoke to him in simlish. that’s what his reaction would be like.

and he’s just thinking things like— why are you guys laughing? is there dirt on my face? i didn’t even say anything funny??

“why are they laughing? love, i didn’t even say anything funny??”

oblivious shouto. he’s not even aware that it’s all just a tiktok prank. but he must say— he’s a little bit disappointed that he already has a bad impression on your ‘siblings’

it’s your turn to laugh, making his thinking at a vague state— shouto’s trying to think of pieces of dialogue he might’ve missed

“it’s a prank, shouto— look,” you replay the tiktok of the girls laughing, and it comes clearly to him now

“oh.” 🧍 honestly, why is he so shocked? it wasn’t the first time you managed to prank him in such a similar nature.

he’s not mad though— rather, shouto’s impressed. “love, i adore you— but i’m not sure on why i got surprised.”

“right? i’d think that you’re used to this but i guess you’re not!” nah, he just believes you a little bit too easily.

but that doesn’t mean he WON’T be suspicious when he actually has to meet your siblings.

“these,, are actually your siblings? no pranks this time, right?” he just wants to make sure. he won’t fall for your potential pranks again!

also, the video does well, the comments being filled with “LMAO HE LOOKED GENUINELY CONFUSED” “shouto todoroki being confused for 20 seconds straight 🤠❓❓”

shouto is very confused on why the girls were just laughing, putting everything aside— he just doesn’t know the context of that tiktok 🧎‍♂️

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If I Fell For You (Part 9) - Inner Demons

Summary: The reader meets Gen for the first time while the boys are having a day together. But when they come home early and Jensen overhears the reader, a very big discussion about what they both expect out of their relationship has to happen...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Skinny Dipping

Word Count: 5,100ish

Warnings: mature (language, skinny dipping, implied future smut, angst, self-doubt)

A/N: Please enjoy! Also written for @spnkinkbingo​

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“No,” whined Zeppelin as Jensen carried him out of the bedroom for the third time that night. “Daddy, I want to sleep with you.”

“Zeppelin. You gotta be a big boy and go to sleep. It’s midnight and way, way past bedtime,” said Jensen. He started to cry loudly and Jensen set him down. “Do you want a time out? I’ll give you one first thing in the morning if you don’t behave.”

He ran over to you and grabbed your leg, burying his face in it. Jensen sighed, tired after a long day and you knew he needed some sleep. You squatted down and Zeppelin grabbed at you, shaking a bit. You frowned, Jensen catching it as you picked up the little boy. 

“He can stay,” you said. Jensen made a face but you carried him into the room, Jensen grumbling to himself. You let Zeppelin crawl into the middle and immediately grab his father when Jensen got under the covers. He was asleep quickly, Jensen kissing the top of his head. “He’s scared.”

“He had a tantrum. He’s four,” whispered Jensen. “He needs to sleep on his own or he gets dependent.”

“You’re his father. He’s already dependent,” you whispered. “He’s a little you.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means he missed his daddy and he has been the one telling his sisters for three weeks daddy’s coming home soon. I don’t care if he sleeps in our bed, Jensen. Sometimes he has to be a big boy but not tonight.”

“He was very...he’s very much me,” he said quietly, fixing the blankets over his son. “He’s in tune with other’s emotions.”

“I know,” you said. “He’s a sweet boy.”

“When I was a kid, around seven or so, my dad went out to LA for about two months for work. We didn’t have the money for him to fly back and forth so he drove out there. He would call every night but it was long distance and it was expensive back then so all I got to do was say hi to him really. Somewhere in the middle of the two months he drove back to visit for a weekend. I was so excited. So, so excited. I was gonna tell him all about school and my baseball games and the jumping contest my brother and I had on the swings. I was so pumped. He said he was gonna be there Saturday morning for breakfast. Well, I wake up, run downstairs, he’s not there. Lunch rolls around, he’s not there. Afternoon snack time rolls around…”

“He’s not there?” you asked, Jensen nodding. “What happened?”

“Never left LA. Got in a car accident. He was fine but this was the eighties and my mom didn’t get a phone call until the afternoon saying he wouldn’t be coming home. I thought a hundred million things in my head of why he wasn’t there. That achy pit in your stomach. When he finally came home a month later, I slept in their room, in their bed. That little achy feeling went away after that night. I know how much he’s like me,” he said, lightly running his fingers over Zeppelin’s head. “But I gave him that part of me too and I wish I hadn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s too little to worry about me.”

“He’s okay and he’s not gonna worry after tonight. But Jensen, there’s nothing wrong with him having that part of you. It’s a really good part, the part that loves the people he cares about. Right now he doesn’t understand it but someday he will and that’s going to make him a person people will be fortunate to have in their lives. That’s a great part of you he got.”

“Just have to go and make me feel better, don’t you,” he said softly. He closed his eyes and smiled. “Think I’m doing an okay job at this?”

“Yup,” you said. Zeppelin turned over in his sleep, smashing his face into your arm. 

“You care for them,” said Jensen. You nodded and he burrowed down into the sheets. “Because of me or your job?”

“It always helps the job,” you said. “When you nanny, you want the kids to feel comfortable with you and caring about them always makes that easier. But I don’t...I don’t like them because I decided I liked their dad, you know?”

“Why did you then?”

“People with money sometimes let their children get raised by that money and you can tell when it happens. But it’s so obvious that doesn’t happen with them. They have nice toys and clothes and things but they’re good and funny and smart and they could very easily be brats if you went the easy route but you didn’t and it just shows. Sure they’re kids and they can drive anyone to the brink of insanity at times, but they got big hearts, especially for dad. I just like them and seeing them grow into those people more every day.”

“Me too,” he said, Zeppelin rolling back, fisting his hands into Jensen’s shirt this time. He smiled and you leaned over, kissing him goodnight, pecking one on Zeppelin’s head. “Night.”

“Night Jensen.”

The next afternoon when you arrived at Jared’s house you weren’t sure what you were expecting. Jared and Jensen were off doing who knew what and you felt like you’d been set up on a playdate yourself. You’d dropped off the kids there more than once already and knew their kids but for some reason or other you’d yet to meet Gen. You swallowed as you followed the kids around the side of the house, the three of them taking off to go play with their friends on a swing set. You looked around and bit your bottom lip, fixing your bag over your shoulder.

“Y/N?” called a voice. You turned and saw a woman behind you, a bit sweaty in some workout clothes. “Hey. I’m Gen. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Thanks. You too,” you said. 

“Come on,” she said, waving you to follow her up some steps to a patio. “Tom! JJ!”

“We know!” they shouted back from the swings. She shook her head and sighed.

“Not that any of the little ones can get over to the pool anyways but I want to remind them to keep an eye on the younger ones when I’m inside,” she said, showing you to a patio door. You followed her inside, Gen walking into a kitchen and going straight to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of cold water. 

“They have hair like their dad,” you said.

“Yes, yes they do. Getting them to get a haircut is like herding cats,” she said. She gulped down her water and let out a deep breath. “Do you mind if I shower quick? Time got away from me.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you said. 

“There’s a bathroom right around the corner there. Feel free to take whatever from the kitchen if you want. I’ll be back in ten,” she said. 

“No problem,” you said. When she was upstairs you went back outside, leaving your bag in a patio chair. You went down the steps and watched the kids running around for a moment before exploring their backyard. “Here I thought your backyard was nice Ackles.”

“Y/N, will you play tag with us?” asked Arrow from over in the grass.

“How could I say no to a face like that?”

Fifteen minutes later you were warm and taking a break under the patio again out of the sun, the kids playing on the slide and swings now.

“Remember when we had endless energy like that?” asked Gen as the back door opened. 

“Barely,” you said, a margarita glass set down in front of you. “I see we’re going to be very good friends.”

“It’s so hot out today,” she said, setting a pitcher and another glass down on the table. She poured you a glass and then herself one before taking a seat beside you. “I bet the boys are out jet skiing.”

“They really are like a pair of children when you get them together,” you said.

“Yeah but it’s cute. Most people don’t ever get to have a best friend like that,” she said. “Sometimes they need their space from each other but Jared’s literally been counting down the days until Jensen gets back.”

“I don’t think Jensen will ever stay away that long again. He missed his family and friends. Home,” you said. 

“We’re glad to have him back. He’s been gone for a while. Even before you went to Canada,” she said.

“Were you good friends with...” you asked, Gen nodding. “I’m sorry.”

“It sucked. Still does,” she said. “When the boys were off, we could hang out. We got very close. After the accident I was the one taking care of the kids, helping his parents and family with their day to day. Jared focused more on Jensen, helping him physically get back to normal and then mentally. But you know how he was when you met him.”

“I know a lot of work went into helping him get there. I’m very grateful he had you guys,” you said.

“Listen...I’m hoping we can be good friends too. It was different for me and Dee. We both were dating the boys around the same time, got married around the same time. I know we don’t have that and...I just hope we can have that relationship still.”

“Me too. I know we’re probably gonna be seeing you guys a lot now that neither of them are working,” you said.

“Probably most everyday,” she said. “They’re like twins separated at birth or something I swear.”

“Has Jensen always been a bit quiet?” you asked.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen that boy drunk off his ass and being a troublemaker but he’s always been that way. Maybe it’s why he and Jared fit. They’re protective of each other in different ways. Jared’s the loud one out of the two of them, always has been and Jensen, even if he is your best fucking friend, sometimes he’s a little bit quiet.”

“I figured as much. He’s just…”

“Gentle,” she said, a smile coming to your face. “You two are pretty serious, huh.”

“Maybe.”

“It’s been five months. I’d say it’s serious. You move in yet?”

“Technically I’ve always been moved in,” you said. She laughed and took a sip of her drink. “Yeah. We’ve gotten to the sharing a room stage very recently.”

“You must be very special then,” she said. “He was never gonna fall in love ever again. Told Jared and me himself. Now he’s as lovestruck as the first time around.”

“I’m not expecting…” you said, sipping on your drink. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

“Like I said, we can be friends without the boys,” she said. “What aren’t you expecting?”

“This,” you said with a shrug. “Marriage. Kids of my own. I don’t know where it goes with Jensen.”

“You should start having those talks with him,” she said, your head shaking. “You have to, just so you’re on the same page.”

“I don’t even know if we’re reading the same book,” you said. She nodded and you slumped back into your seat. “I know I love him and that he loves me. But I don’t know if that’s enough.”

“A friend once told me that’s all you need,” said Jensen behind you. You turned around and Jensen was standing there, a sad smile on his face. “We wanted to come hang out with you guys. Y/N?”

You got a smile from Gen as you followed Jensen inside, Jared slipping past and out back. You crossed your arms and looked down, Jensen stepping close to you, large hands resting on your arms.

“Why don’t you think it’s enough?” he asked quietly.

“It is. Gen and I were just shooting the shit,” you said, forcing your gaze up. He slid his hand down and took one of yours, pulling you over to a quiet sitting room. He sat down on a day bed, you going with him. 

“Honey. Tell me the truth.” He ran his thumb over the back of your hand as you crossed your legs. “Did I do something?”

“No. You’re perfect,” you said, glancing down to your lap. “All I was saying was...I don’t know where you stand on some things.”

“Like what?” he asked, still smiling softly, hiding all of the nerves underneath it.

“Kids. Marriage. The fact your family has never once met me or knows I exist. Am I just gonna be the nanny girlfriend or is there something more? I love you. I fucking love and I don’t need or want...I just want to know if you’re open to those things.”

“I don’t know,” he said. You nodded and moved your hand back into your lap, Jensen letting go of it. “Is that a deal breaker?”

“No,” you said with a shake of your head. “Like I said, we were shooting the shit.”

You were both quiet before you stood, Jensen grabbing your hand. He pulled you back to sit, plopping you straight down in his lap before kissing you.

“Okay I do know but the answers fucking scare me,” he said. “I said I was gonna stop being scared when it came to you.”

“Jensen, you don’t have to-”

“Yes, I would have more kids if it were with the right person. Preferably sooner than later but yes. Yes, I would marry again. Yes, I would introduce her to my family and yes they do know about her. Not as much as I’d like but they do know her. And lastly yes, I am open to more than just the nanny girlfriend, so much fucking more. All of it more. But that scares me that almost a year later here I am, open to all of those things, wanting those things with you when losing Dee hurt so much. It’s not fair to you that this isn’t how it’s supposed to be, simple and normal and just the fun parts. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking you to stop loving her. God if you ever did, I don’t think you’d be the man I love. I just wanted to know if there’s room for a future in there maybe,” you said.

“You kinda got in there all on your own and I don’t want you to ever come out,” he said. 

“Ever?” you breathed out. “Cause that implies-”

“If someone’s gonna be that second person for me, I think…” he said, looking down. You rested your forehead against his, Jensen taking a deep breath. “I know you won’t wait for me forever to get my shit together.”

“Well, forever’s a long time. I can offer a few years at least?” you asked, Jensen laughing dryly. “What?”

“I don’t deserve a few years. Your emotions aren’t a toy to play with.”

“Yours aren’t something to drag along when they’re not ready.”

“See? You do that shit. You always do that fucking shit,” he said, his voice a few octaves higher. You wrapped him up in a hug, feeling a few drops of wetness hit your cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“For crying? Jesus Jens, it’s okay,” you said. “I promise it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. I keep tossing you around like you don’t have feelings too, like this isn’t hard for you too. It’s always me and my fucking problems with just…”

“Just what honey,” you said, Jensen holding onto you tightly, chin resting on your shoulder. 

“I can’t,” he said.

“Why not?” you said, carding your fingers through his hair.

“I don’t want this to go away,” he mumbled out. “This is it and I feel like I’m gonna explode and-”

“Shush,” you said, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing his whole body as much as you could. He stilled briefly and calmed down some, sniffling to himself before you released to a gentler hold on him. “Just the anxiety talking.”

“I love you,” he said, lifting his head up, looking you straight on. “I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you and do everything with you. I’ve known those things for a very long time. Longer than you have and before you even thought of them as questions. I want all that and you’re gonna get stuck with me, with this, with the never ending baggage, with the baggage you haven’t even seen yet. All your life is gonna be is taking care of my ass and you getting hurt because of it. Is that what you want? Is it? Because I want so much fucking more for you than me.”

“Was that your proposal speech?” you asked calmly. He blinked a few times and narrowed his eyes.

“What? Y/N I-”

“Well you said you want to marry me and yeah, I fucking want to do that with you too so was that your speech?”

“What?” he asked so innocently you smiled. “I don’t…”

“I happen to like taking care of your ass. So. You want me gone, I’m gone. You want me to stay, I’m staying forever. What’s it gonna be?” you asked.

“Stay,” he said quietly with a nod. “Please don’t go away from us.”

“Okay,” you said. He leaned forward and kissed you, sniffling some more when he broke off. “Are you…”

“I can’t believe I just asked that while I’m covered in tears and snot,” he said. A box of tissues suddenly flung itself through the doorway, landing near your feet. You stared down at it and started to laugh, Jensen chuckling while you picked it up. “I’m never living that down.”

“Who gives a fuck,” you said. You took out a tissue and wiped off his face and eyes, having him blow his nose a few times. “That’s really gross.”

“I know.”

“Must be how you know it’s meant to be,” you said, wiping your hand off. 

“Stay forever?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Yeah that sounds good.”

“Me too,” he said. He pulled you into a hug and you held him tight, the door sneakily shutting on the two of you when it started to pour outside and you heard the backdoor. “I bet that’s how you imagined that going.”

“I never thought it would happen,” you said. “Not when I first came here. Love’s for other people. Normal people with normal families.”

“Fuck normal,” he said and you laughed. You picked up a clean tissue and licked it, wiping off a dried tear streak on his cheek. “I feel good.”

“We’re gonna work on that bottling shit up stuff, okay?” you said.

“Maybe you’ll have more success than Dee did,” he chuckled. 

“I’ll just have to build off what she started,” you said. He nodded and cupped your cheek as you finished cleaning him off. “There, all better.”

“Guess you’re out of a nanny job,” he said.

“Oh such a shame,” you said. “I’ve been putting my paychecks for the last while to a separate account.”

“I did notice that,” he said. “Saving for something?”

“Wanted to give it back to you.”

“Honeymoon fund instead?”

“Okay, now we’re talking,” you said with a laugh.

“You never did tell me how much your book deal got you.”

“I signed a multi-year deal. They think there’s great potential for it to be one of those series every kid reads. One million for around twenty books?”

“Fuck. You should be my agent if you can negotiate like that,” he said.

“I’m still gonna take care of them like I have been,” you said. 

“I know. It’s probably going to be a million times harder now actually,” he said. You nodded and he smiled. “You love them.”

“Yes but I don’t know how to be a parent.”

“Just do what you’ve been doing and it’ll be fine,” he said. “It’ll change but it’ll be good.”

“Not really how I was expecting today to go,” you said. 

“Me either. I had hoped for that to be a tad more romantic,” he said. You gave him a kiss and hug, Jensen returning it. “You don’t care.”

“Nah,” you said. “Just care about you. Everything else, I’m good.”

“Want to go share the news with our eavesdropper?” he asked. You helped him up to his feet and took his hand, walking out of the room, Jared and Gen suspiciously wiping down their kitchen counter. “Or should I say eavesdroppers.”

“We were concerned and I swear we left after Jared tossed the tissues in,” said Gen. Jared shook his head and pointed at her. “I swear he did it.”

“Guess you guys heard then,” said Jensen, giving you a smile. “We’re gonna give it a shot.”

“You okay?” asked Jared. Jensen nodded and squeezed your hand. “You sure?”

“I know what I want,” said Jensen. “I’ve known for a long time. Finally got over being scared is all.”

“She wasn’t gonna hurt you,” said Jared with a smile.

“I know. It was a different fear,” he said. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said. “Promise.”

“You better not, sweetheart.”

It was dark by the time the storms had passed, all three kids going down easy after spending most of the day running around the Padalecki house. You sat on the balcony off of Jensen’s bedroom in the oversized lounge chair, Jensen sat on the other side of the small side table your drink rested on.

“I’ve never been on a boat before,” you said, staring up at the dark night sky, the only light coming from a few string ones Jensen had turned on.

“Never?” asked Jensen. “Better wear your life jacket tomorrow then.”

“You better wear your life jacket,” you said. “We both know I’m a better swimmer than you.”

“You’re a better swimmer than me? Me?” he chuckled. “No way.”

“Put your money where your mouth is. Five bucks says I’m a better swimmer,” you said. He waved the way towards the door and you stood up, walking downstairs and outside.

“Uh, you missing something?” he chuckled. You smirked and pulled off your shirt and undid your jeans, shimming out of them and leaving them by the patio. “You really think…” 

“I really think what?” you said, tossing your bra at him, leaving your underwear behind. You jumped in and swam out to the deep end. “You’re already losing Jensen.”

“Losing my ass,” he said, taking off his shirt and jeans, nearly tripping as he hopped out of his boxer briefs. He jumped in nearby and swam over to you, dunking his head under briefly. “I could get used to this look.”

“Nothing you’ve not seen before.”

“Never seen my fiance naked before,” he grinned. You rolled your eyes but swam over and gave him a kiss. “I knew you had a thing for dorks you know.”

“Did you now?”

“Told me yourself. Not a fan of cocky guys I recall.”

“Well...a little cock is okay. Highly recommended in fact,” you said. 

“You are such a loser,” he laughed.

“I must have learned it from you.” You giggled and swam back to the shallow end, Jensen lazily chasing after. “I’ve never skinny dipped until just now actually.”

“Got anything on your bucket list you want to try out?” he asked. You shrugged and took a seat on a step, Jensen settling in next to you. “Naked trounce on the trampoline?”

“Maybe another time,” you said. You leaned back and looked up at the dark sky once more. He reached over and held your hand in the water, playing with it quietly. “Skydiving would be cool. Space would be cool.”

“One of those is a lot more feasible than the other. I noticed up in Canada where we had more stars at night you really like looking at them.”

“Did it a lot as a kid. Kinda always have,” you said. “I like space as much as the next gal but it’s just pretty, you know? You’re one little speck out in all of those stars. It’s all so freaking complex but you can kinda look up at them and it’s just so simple too.”

“Yeah,” he said, toying with a strand of hair floating in the water. “I get that.”

You turned and found him staring at you, a smile on his lips. 

“We could go camping sometime, see all the stars there are up there if you’d like,” he said.

“We don’t have to do that,” you said. 

“Why?” he asked quietly. “I’m curious is all. It seems like something you’d really enjoy seeing.”

“What purpose does it serve though? It’s not something fun for the kids to experience,” you said. “It’s a waste of money.”

“It doesn’t have to have a purpose. It’s for you, for us. A night away where you get to see something most people don’t ever get a chance. That’s the only purpose,” he said. “Camping’s about the cheapest thing you can do. Don’t worry about the money. You don’t have to worry about that ever again.”

“I just don’t want to go camping,” you said. You looked down and swallowed. “I used to go camping with my dad a lot.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do that to me,” you said. “I just...I don’t think I ever want to go again.”

“Okay. Would you go camping with me sometime?” he asked. 

“Jensen-”

“Just me. No body else. I won’t even touch you except to cuddle,” he said. You nodded and he smiled. “Thank you. It won’t be scary this time. I promise.”

“Is your dad nice?” you asked. He leaned back against his elbows and nodded. “Does he know about me?”

“My parents know I have a girlfriend. My mom knows I was getting pretty serious about you,” he said. 

“Do they know I was the nanny? Or how old I am?”

“No. My siblings do but not my parents,” he said. You sat up and wrapped your arms around yourself in the warm night air. “I’m not embarrassed of you Y/N. I think that’s a conversation better had in person is all.”

“You haven’t told them because you think they’ll have a problem with it,” you said. 

“Not as much problem as when I say I’m not having a prenup,” he said. You turned your head and saw him smiling back. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t trust you completely.”

“Jensen I don’t want to cause a problem,” you said. He shook his head and you sighed. “I know how close you are with them and you haven’t gotten to see them since Christmas. I know exactly what they’re gonna think of me when they hear about the former nanny.”

“You don’t seem to understand yet that you? Nobody is more important than you and those three in there. If they can’t accept you then screw ‘em.”

“Jensen.”

“I’m not worried and you know why? I love you and you love me. I know they love me a whole lot too so you’re on the same side.”

“You’re a bad liar,” you said. He sat up and sighed. “Jens-”

“I don’t know how they’ll act. But you deserve a chance and that’s what I expect out of them. I want them to love you too but at a minimum you’ll have their respect.”

You nodded and sunk down in the warm water, Jensen sliding over and taking a seat on your lap, tossing his arms around your shoulders. 

“You still talk to Dee’s parents right?” you asked. He nodded and wrapped his legs loosely around your waist. “Do they…”

“No,” he said quietly. “They deserve for that to be an in person conversation too. They’re coming up soon for JJ’s birthday soon. I figured I’d tell them then.”

“I’m glad you still talk to them,” you said. “They still see you guys.”

“Christmas was hard last year. I’m not sure which one of us got it worse,” he said. 

“I’d like to meet them if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out. “I’m not sure how they’ll react honestly.”

“I’d still like to,” you said, stepping out into the water with him, Jensen hanging off of you. “If only you were this light normally I’d carry you around all day.”

“Didn’t we agree a long time ago you were the badass princess after all,” he said, bumping his nose against yours. 

“Here I thought you’d be taller,” you teased, quickly kissing him.

“Little shit,” he grinned. He nuzzled your cheek and you let out a deep breath. “Don’t worry about them.”

“At least we don’t have to go through this on my side,” you said.

“Can I ask one thing of you?”

“What?”

“Ray, your mom’s boyfriend, did things end badly between the two of you or you just drift apart? You said you left when you finished high school.”

“I stopped talking to him awhile ago. I moved out at 18 when I got my first nanny job. He was dating his wife Sarah by then. I’d come over for dinner every few months for a few years. By the time I was twenty one they were married with two kids. I didn’t go one time and kept putting it off and Ray told me it was okay if I didn’t want to see him anymore. I could call him if I ever needed him, that sort of thing. I haven’t spoken to him in nine years. But that’s not asking something of me, is it.”

“Can we consider inviting him to the wedding?”

“Been engaged eight hours and already planning?” you asked. 

“I don’t know him but he had a part in raising you. Just consider it is all I ask. And wedding? Those things take fucking forever to plan, trust me.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said, spinning him around in the water. “Are they really that complicated to put together?”

“Nah. Don’t go bridezilla on me is all,” he said. 

“Total diva over here,” you said, feeling the edge of the shallow end start to drop off with your foot. You spun around one more time before you had to set him down, Jensen taking the chance to pick you up and toss you out of of the water. “Jensen! I’m naked!”

“I know. It’s awesome,” he said, swimming out and kissing your cheek. “Wanna race?”

“Winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser when we head upstairs?” you grinned.

“Oh, you’re so on.”

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A/N: Read Part 10 here!

[jiminrings]

ok liSTEN how about for drabble nights stem major jungkook n he's cute or whuteva

ft. cold senior!y/n having a crush on shy stem major!koo :D neither can initiate nor maintain eye contact lmao

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist

never in a million years did you think that you’d be stressing over and shopping lunchboxes at a saturday night

“you’re insane. you must be insane for doing this.”

yoongi deadpans because never did he think that HE’D be the one to accompany you to a 24/7 supermarket to look for lunchboxes

to look.... for lunchboxes

it’s an uncanny friendship really bUT it’s functional

you’re on the soccer team and yoongi’s a varsity chess player :D

the two of you shared an equivalent of one (1) bagel on field day and that’s when the matching-friendship-bracelets friendship began

you wear the red string as an anklet though because it’s a charm when you kick the ball right through the goal

yoongi will not hesitate to give you his kidney but he wILL complain the whole time when you coax him into helping you pick out a lunchbox

“it’s just a tiny simple crush. it’s not like i’m asking for his hand in marriage.”

fuck it

you mIGHT like jeon jungkook :((

he’s your junior and you only see him in like two classes but there’s just something in him that makes you want to pinch his cheeks

you barely see him anyways because you’re a student athlete and he just had to be a goddamn stem student that’s almost always cooped up in the classrooms

uhhh the two of you actually nEVER really had a proper interaction but that’s besides the point

jungkook always sits upfront and you could see his fluffy round hair all the way to your row!!!

and the way he giggles is just so heavenly!!! at a dorky joke your teacher just said that you don’t even give a pity laugh to :O

“not the ‘making lunches for your crush’ thing. it’s just that you’re doing the first move and practically everyone knows that you dON’T do the first move!!!”

oh

yeah that

uh that may or may not be true

when someone is about to walk right into you in the hallways, you keep walking and they’d just have to be the one who dodges your path

you could literally stare down at your opponent in soccer the whole time until they make the first move and that would eventually set them up

in group projects????? you aren’t a bad groupmate of course but you for sure are nOT the one who makes the groupchat nor make the initiative on what to do first

do you have anything to say?? absolutely not

yoongi’s caught you speechless at 1 in the morning, between the aisles of tupperware and trash bags then plungers

“shut up. just help me pick one out,” you mumble under your breath as you raise up four lunchboxes 

“an electric one or a matte baby blue one?” 

ok to be fair those are tWO really good ones

the electric’s perfect so the meals would still be warm and your efforts at cooking would be maximized

the baby blue’s actually cute and it matches one of jungkook’s sweaters

“oR do we get the one with the tiny little dna strands, or the one you could doodle on?”

uh-huh

right that’s settled

you’ve ended up buying FIVE lunchboxes for every day of the week :D

all is entirely good, really

it’s fallen into a routine and almost the entire floor knows that jungkook from stem has an admirer!!! :D

a very persistent yet sneaky admirer that puts lunchboxes on his desk, with whatever doodle on a sticky note with his name on top, for the past two weeks

he always leaves his lunchbox by his desk and no one dares to steal it because he’s a wholesome guy ya know

it’s like the equivalent of stealing a painting from bob ross and eVERYONE likes bob ross enough that they wouldn’t hurt a single hair on him

you would actually evaporate if someone knew of your identity.,.

you would pass oUT on the spot like literally

sometimes you think that this is a bad idea because what are you doing!!!!! jungkook’s a stem student slash heartthrob that everyone likes!!!!! and he’s been getting lunchboxes for two weeks and it’s quite publicized!!!!!!

the school paper should nOT have a slow news day to the extent that they’d cover jungkook and his mystery admirer

rip you

“you know, we talked about jungkook in chess practice today.”

yoongi opens up the topic while the both of you are peeling up tangerines just after your workout at the shared gym, a completely casual look on his face

you don’t question why cHESS players are also entitled to the school gym but uh that’s okay

“and how does this concern me?”

yoongi snorts because he seems like he’s just been dYING for you to ask him that, taking his sweet time at eating his fruit

“because jungkook doesn’t actually eat your lunches, dummy.”

...... what now

“but they’re always so clean when he returns them on his desk!” you straighten up from your position on the floor, half-confused and half-nervous to what yoongi is entailing

“that’s because he gives them to his friends. or shares them? maybe most of the time? i’m not sure. jimin told me that your tonkatsu was really delicious.”

jimin, one of the guys in chess club, may have slipped and let everyone know that he just had the best lunch in his lifetime

that was coincidentally from jungkook’s meal... from his lunchbox.... from your cooking

oh

so does that mean that all this time

uhm

oh my god why are your eyes damp

“h-he hasn’t been eating them?”

yoongi expected you to be bummed (and you deserved to know the truth anyways) but he didn’t expect for you to tEAR up so that’s why he’s a little shocked rn

he’s awkwardly hugging you on the floor and he doesn’t know what to do

but you do 

:(((

this week, your mornings start much later than it has been for the past two weeks because you only have one meal to prepare and it’s yours

your evenings end earlier too because you’re not searching up, planning, then watching recipes in advance for the next days

your afternoons end abruptly too because you don’t have to stay behind to collect a damn lunchbox 

it’s better.

this is better.

“you must be fucking shitting me right now!”

[ it is apparently not better ]

no one expected that there would be a day in which they get to hear jeon jungkook, shy and most-prized stem-student, yELLING in frustration and mumbling expletives while pacing back and forth

but uh it’s here!!!!!! it’s here!!!!

“who the fuck keeps stealing my lunchboxes?!”

he’s tugging at his hair and pointing to his clearly empty desk

his friends are all a little ???? right now because the professor’s about to come in any second now and their friend, and now their group by extension, is garnering qUITE the attention right now

jungkook is grumpy and sad and god he is tearing up right now because his week hasn’t been the best and it’s now friday and the only thing that’s been keeping him sane are lunchboxes

lunchboxes that haven’t been given to him for a wEEK and now he’s just so frustrated

he may have taken them for granted at first but now he realizes that it was a part of his day he looked forward to :((( a-and even the meals were top-notch and he’d realize that if he just didn’t dismiss them to his friends like no big deal :(((

“give it back, please.”

oh my god

you are seated frozen at your ass as you watch jungkook have a meltdown over his situation 

you never really expected this reaction, honestly

......... literally what now :O

drabble nights: open!!

[winter-soldier-vibes]

Reason to Come Back (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Reason to come back

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 3574

Request: "can you do something where seb(or one of his characters)and reader used to date and one day he broke up with her and after a short time he comes up with a new girl(not cheating)and the reader thinks that she’s worthless and not beautiful or good enough and that’s why he broke up with her and tries to be better(you know what to do•_-) and silently suffering etc. and with a happy ending where they get back together"

Warnings: mentions of a breakup, angst, depression, very slight mentions of disordered eating and exercise (very slight, not like most of my other fics), general feelings of worthlessness, angst

Tags: @buckys2thicc @mardema @stucky-on-spiderman @abitgryffindorky @freigeistundanderes @barnesplums @thatfangirl42 @buckfics @babyboibucky 

A/N: I AM SO SORRY TO THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THIS SO LONG AGO AND THAT IT TOOK SO LONG! I don’t even know if they’re still here, I feel so bad. I got an anon request for this fic and I did not know about the inbox for Tumblr accounts until just recently because I’m incompetent. There’s no excuse for me taking so long to write it, but I wanted to even though it’s been 9 months since they sent it. If you’re still here anon, thank you for sticking with me!

NEW NOTE 06/04/21: I rewrote this to be for Bucky as opposed to Sebastian. It is still mostly the same, just reworded in some places. This is meant to take place in reference to the timeline of tfatws and mentions moments from the show. I am referencing “the time he was gone” as the series episode 1-6. I don’t know how much time passed but I assume it was at least a few weeks if not longer (especially between episodes 5 and 6). That’s how I wrote it.

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It was a quiet night, you under some blankets on the couch watching a movie. There was an empty bowl aside from a few popcorn kernels on the coffee table in front of you, the movie more for background noise than entertainment. You were scrolling through your phone mindlessly, looking for a distraction that would keep you occupied.

Not that it was working too well. There wasn’t much that could distract you from the fact that you were alone.

9 months. You had dated for 9 months. Not that he had been around for much of it. He had been with Sam on an extended mission, and he had been gone for a few weeks. You didn’t know much about the mission, Bucky wasn’t allowed to tell you. For your safety. You understood. It was his job, you knew that, but it could be lonely most of the time. He would call or text you if he could, but he couldn’t compromise his location. You were always happy to hear from him, but it wasn’t the same as when he was around.

You knew this would happen, and you had accepted that. It was hard, but you could manage.

You hadn’t heard from him in a weeks, but you didn’t think much of it. He and Sam must have gotten closer to the answers they had been looking for. You could only hope that he was safe. it took a toll on you, worrying about him, but you had been so happy when he had said he was coming home. But when he walked through the door, he didn’t seem excited at all.

You had wrapped your arms around him, and he had hesitantly hugged you back gently. You had known something was wrong almost immediately, pulling back and trying to meet his eyes. “Babe? Are you okay?”

“We should talk,” he said, struggling to meet your eyes.

You pulled your eyes together with concern. “Yeah, yeah what’s wrong?”

“I, uh… I don’t know if this is gonna work out.”

You shook your head, surprised. “What do you mean? What happened?”

“I just don’t think you and I work with 1,000 miles between us.”

“What?” you said in disbelief. “You’re the one who has to leave and I told you that I’m okay with it, and I am. I never thought you’d be the one with the problem with it.”

“Y/n -”

“We can work this out, Buck. You said it yourself, you don’t normally go away for that long. I’m not going anywhere, I - ”

“I can’t ask you to stay, y/n,” he said, cutting you off. You shut your mouth and shook your head. “Where is this coming from, what happened?” you asked.

He cleared his throat. “I should go.”

“You don’t get to walk away from this like that!” you exclaimed, nearly yelling.

“And I don’t have the right to expect you to wait for months while I’m out trying to save people. I thought it’d be fine but I couldn’t stop thinking about you here, alone. There’s going to be more missions, more danger. They recreated the serum. Who knows what else they’ll be able to create? You shouldn’t have to deal with that.”

“You don’t get to make that choice for me! I told you I’m okay with it and I still am, Bucky! I know the risks!” you said, tears pricking your eyes.

He looked away. “You deserve much better than me. Someone who can be there for you.”

You walked up to him and cupped his face. “You’re all I could ever want Bucky. Distance be damned.”

He sighed and pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tightly for a moment. “I have to go y/n. I’m sorry.”

He let you go and turned around, not even looking back to say goodbye.

That had been a couple of weeks ago. You had been crushed at first, devastated. But you were still able to function in your day-to-day life. You had a few friends to hype you up or cry with you, whatever the day was. You were able to still get to work, try to move on. And it was getting better, but the nights were still hard. It wasn’t the same when you knew he wouldn’t be coming home.

During the day you could pretend like you were waiting for that night when he would be able to call you. But at night, it was dark and you didn’t have a person you wanted to call.

You weren’t bitter, in a way you understood. You had known how relationships could be ruined by distance and work. But being a super soldier wasn’t a typical line of work. You had been okay with it, but you hadn’t thought that it would’ve affected Bucky as much as it seemed to. You had been emotional at the time, but looking back on it you could understand where he was coming from. Relationships were two-sided - just because you felt okay didn’t guarantee he was.

You knew what he did was dangerous. You had accepted that there might not have always been a happy ending. Maybe he hadn’t.

But then one day you had walked into a bar, only to see Bucky flirting with another girl, laughing away..

That was all you needed to see.

You didn’t want to read too much into it, any kind of situation could be misread. But him laughing with a very attractive girl over drinks shortly after becoming single - you couldn’t help but wonder.

You tried to tell yourself that it didn’t matter, that you were reading everything wrong, but your heart still felt as though it was breaking.

She was gorgeous. Much more so than you, you had thought.

Was that why he left? Was he just wanting to get himself back out there? Had he met her and just needed to get rid of you?

You didn’t want to think that way, none of it was true. He wouldn’t do that, he was a good man. But still…

Maybe if you were different it would’ve been harder for him to leave.

Maybe you hadn’t given him a good enough reason to stay.

And maybe, if you were better, prettier, he would come back.

It started small - making more of an effort to go to the gym, not ordering takeaways every night, that sort of thing. Not that you had much of an appetite to begin with. But you didn’t realize when your days had become full of going from work to the gym, nor why you had freaked out so much when you had sprained an ankle and couldn’t do your normal workout.

You had decided to work your arms those next few days to supplement the cardio you had missed. You had kept this up until you woke up one morning struggling to turn over because you were so sore. You decided that that day, you could take a rest day.

A rest day turned into a rest week, and soon enough you were only leaving your house to go to work. And only because you needed money.

You had cut yourself off from most of your contacts, still replying every now and then so they wouldn’t be concerned. You didn’t go out with them or call them because you were worried they would see right through you. Better to stay home. Your bed would never judge you.

You had become familiar with the spots on the wall, the streaks from god knows what, the way that light would filter through your window as the sun ascended and descended the sky. Hours could pass and you could still be in the same position.

You had to keep up a front around everyone. Letting people know how much you were hurting was not an option for you. Then they would ask what was wrong and pull you aside and look at you with this concerned face that you couldn’t deal with. It was the one that everyone always gave when someone was having a bad day, the one people put on when they wanted you to think that they cared. Sometimes they did, but most of the time a person with any sense of morals would put that face on to make a person think that they cared. It’s the same way “How are you?” is more of a greeting than a genuine question.

There were people who cared, but you didn’t want to have that conversation. You didn’t even know what you were doing anymore. It was an honest thought of bettering yourself, but it was for the wrong reasons. Trying to be better for Bucky made you realize how much you missed him. How angry you really were at him. But you couldn’t take it out on him, he didn’t deserve that at all, he didn’t earn that. But you were angry at...something, and maybe it was yourself, at letting him walk out that door, of not calling him and leaving him messages. Maybe if you had fought for him he would’ve stayed. If you had said something when he distanced himself.

You felt like this was your fault. And maybe if you changed something about yourself, you would learn from your mistakes.

Not that you knew exactly what you had done or what isolating yourself would fix, or teach you for that matter.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep because your ringtone jolted you awake. You groaned, shutting your eyes again. You would let it go to voicemail, just like all of the others. If it was that important they would text you.

You let it ring, sighing when it had stopped. You readjusted in your bed, trying to fall back asleep. It was a Saturday morning, you had until Monday morning to sleep. You were going to make the most of it.

But then your phone began ringing again.

You opened your eyes again, picking up your phone to see who it was. You dropped the phone when you saw the name

Bucky Barnes

Why the fuck was he calling you? What could he possibly have to say to you?

You watched the phone ring through to voicemail, soon after seeing a voicemail was left. You didn’t bother listening to it, you didn’t need to. You simply rolled over in bed. If it were that important, he would have called sooner.

Bucky’s POV

As the call went to voicemail again, Bucky was confused. He had never known you to miss a call, ever. It wasn’t like you, he knew you would drop anything to take calls. You had said you hated people leaving voicemails because you hated them having to listen to your voicemail message. You had thought your voice had sounded weird. It was one of the little things he remembered about you that made him smile

And realize how royally he had fucked up.

Being away on a mission wasn’t anything new for him, but maintaining a serious relationship for him was. He had never met anyone like you, and he had missed you so much when he had left. He hadn’t felt anything like what he did when you smiled at him since the 40′s. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but all he could think about was how much he had missed you. And that made him think about how much you must have missed him.

He felt like he was holding you back in some way. He was used to being away in dangerous situations for periods of time but you weren’t. And no matter how much you had assured him that you were okay with the long-distance relationship, as the months went on he felt guilty for not being able to be there in the way that he wanted to.

In the way you deserved.

He broke up with you because he thought you deserved better than relying on phone calls and texts for months at a time. Someone who could be there all the time for you. Someone who you didn’t have to worry about getting shot when he left for a mission. Someone predictable and reliable. Something he couldn’t always do.

But God, did he miss you.

He regretted walking out that door. He regretted not giving you a better reason, for not calling you or texting you until now, weeks later. The more time went on, the more he felt it would be inappropriate to call you to apologize.

But he couldn’t take it anymore, so he dialed your number. And when it went to voicemail, he had gotten a little worried.

He knew he didn’t have much of a right or reason to be worried, but he had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right. So, he decided to reach out to one of your friends.

Hey, is y/n alright?

Why do you want to know?

Look, I know I messed up. I just wanted to apologize and give her the answer she deserves. But she’s not answering my calls.

She doesn’t do phone calls anymore.

What do you mean?

She won’t answer calls. She won’t even come out with us anymore. Something’s up but she denies it.

When did this start?

When do you think?

Bucky’s heart sank to his stomach. This was his fault. And he had to go make it right.

Your POV

You were still in bed, wondering why Bucky had called you. It didn’t make sense to you, for him to call after all of this time. What could he possibly have to say to you? Did he want to inform you of a new girlfriend before the news caught wind of it? Did he want to come up with some dumb excuse to tell you he was sorry?

It made you scoff slightly, but the tug at your heart let you know that it wouldn’t be unwelcome.

You couldn’t deny it. As much as his leaving had hurt you, you missed him more than anything.

You wanted another chance with him, one that you weren’t sure you would get. And the thought of him coming back to you was comforting. Like maybe it wasn’t your fault. Or maybe you had done enough to win him back.

Wishful thinking.

You had lost track of time, once again, but were snapped out of your daze by knocking on your door.

What? Why would anyone be here?

You sighed. It was probably just some random person selling some random product or something.

More knocking. More insistent. You sighed, standing up and silently groaning at the soreness you felt in your body. Not necessarily from overuse, but more so from underuse. You stood you slowly, walking quietly over to your door.

More knocking.

You made it to the door and glanced through the peephole you had, eyes widening and a small gasp leaving your mouth.

Why the fuck was Bucky here?

More knocking.

You ran a hand down your face. Knowing him, he wouldn’t leave. But why did it go from calling straight to ‘I’m coming to your door’? As if he hadn’t been the one to leave you?

More knocking.

You swallowed dryly. “Why are you here?” you called out through the door.

Bucky let out a breath. “I just want to talk to you”

You shook your head on the other side of the door, wondering if you should let him speak. As if he wasn’t already living rent-free in your mind.

“Please y/n.”

You set your face hard, pulling the door open. At least you would get to say your piece to him.

“Now you wanna talk? Fine. Let’s talk.” you said, coldly.

Bucky was slightly taken aback, though he couldn’t blame you. He took in your appearance, exhaustion seeming to overtake you. Dark circles under your eyes, pale skin, you just - all life seemed to be drained from you. He scratched the back of his neck nervously before he asked quietly, “Can I come in?”

You stepped to the side, silently allowing him in, closing the door behind you. You crossed your arms over your chest and shrugged slightly. “What do you want Barnes?

“I’m sorry,” he said. You scoffed slightly, shaking your head and looking away. “Y/n look at me, please. I fucked up.”

“Well it took you long enough to figure that one out didn’t it?” you snapped, looking at him.

“Y/n please -”

“Tell me, when exactly did you figure out that maybe, just maybe, you should say you were sorry?”

“Y/n please - “

“Who was the girl? The one in the bar from a few days after we had broken up? The one you were hitting on over a couple of drinks?”

“The… what?”

“When did you feel the slightest bit of regret? When did you change your mind and decide that you didn’t want to leave?”

“I never wanted to leave you!” he exclaimed. “Can you please just listen to me?”

You looked at him, anger in your eyes but you closed your mouth. You gave him a look that said ‘I’m listening.’

He took a deep breath. “The woman at the bar was an old friend of Sam’s. He had introduced the two of us at one point. I was at a bar one night and and she came over to say hello and stayed for one drink. It’s nothing more than that.”

You took a breath. Situations could definitely be read wrong. You knew it had probably been nothing.

“When we first got together we had talked about me leaving for missions. Long-distance, unpredictable times, dangerous missions. A lot of people have a hard time keeping that going.”

“And I knew that and was okay with it.”

“Let me finish, please.” he pleaded. “I knew you knew the risks but I’m not sure I was as ready as I thought I was. I left and suddenly I couldn’t talk to you because I was worried for your safety. I couldn’t be there for you in all the ways I wanted to be. In all the ways you deserved. I just...you didn’t deserve that. You deserved so much more than that.”

You felt tears prick your eyes. “You already told me that. When you left. What’s really going on?”

He shook his head slightly. “ Sam’s sister had gotten a call with a threat towards her and her children. I couldn’t put you at risk. These people, they were super soldiers just like me. I had a few close calls with serious injuries. And I realized that if I got hurt I couldn’t protect you. I couldn’t let you get hurt and I couldn’t let you worry about whether or not I would come home alive. I thought… I thought it’d be less painful for both of us if we stopped seeing each other before that happened.”

You shook your head slightly. “Why couldn’t you tell me that?” you said, a little more softly.

“I don’t know”

You shook your head. “You’re gonna have to do a lot better than I don’t know.”

“I - “ He sighed slightly. “I was scared. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I was scared that I was going to lose you.”

“So you gave me up?” you asked.

“And made the biggest mistake of my entire life.”

You looked to the side and bit your lip slightly. “You know I thought it was my fault?” you turned your face back to Bucky’s confused one. “I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. That if I was enough you wouldn’t have left. Or if I was better you would’ve come back.”

He shook his head and started walking towards you to comfort you. “It was never your fault angel -”

You backed up slightly. “You don’t get to call me that. Not right now, not yet at least.”

He looked hurt slightly, but he nodded. After a few moments of silence, you scoffed slightly.

“You know, as much as I hate to admit it, I fell apart these past few weeks. Told myself that the only thing I wanted and needed was having you come back. And here you are and...I don’t know, Bucky.” you shrugged. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or think, you broke up with me because you were afraid of hurting me? I - “ you rubbed your eyes. “I just… I get it, but I just wish we could’ve had this conversation weeks ago, Buck.”

“Does this mean we’re done?” he asked timidly.

“I… I don’t know. I just…. I think i need a little bit of time. Please. Just some time to think.”

He nodded, though he looked slightly disappointed. “Yeah, of course.” you nodded, walking him over to the door, opening it. He turned around. “Is it okay to give you a hug, y/n?”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding, letting him wrap his arms around your waist as you looped them around his neck. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, tears forming in your eyes as you realized how much you missed this. How much you needed this. When he went to pull away, you held him a little more tightly before letting him go.

He smiled at you before turning to leave. “Take as much time as you need, y/n.”

You gave him the smallest of smiles back. “I’ll see you later Bucky.”

And with that, you closed the door behind you, not having a clue what any of this meant. This didn’t make it okay by any means, but maybe, just maybe, the two of you could start fresh. Together.