#cant wait to bury my feelings for my work shift and cry about it later if i can even still feel it by then

[soullessjack]

they should invent a transition into adulthood that doesn’t make me want to kill myself before i turn 20

[orangeskiesandshinyeyes]

Caught during sex

Bangchan

Oh God, babe. He grunts out near your ear as he thrusts into you.

Gasps and quiet moans fills the room as he pushes you closer to your release.

Mmm baby I'm so close., you gasp out which only causes him to go deeper than before.

It's not the first time he's fucked you in the dorm but it would certainly be the first time he forgot to lock the door.

The younger boys gave you guys some privacy as usual and decided to crash in the hall and other rooms but you can't expect people to have any consciousness in the middle of the night.

In the room, Chan brings both of you closer and closer to your orgasms. His gasps become more frequent and your moans increase in their pitch.

Clawing his back, your eyes roll back as you finally find that sweet release. Grunting into your neck he follows right behind.

Catching your breaths, he brings his face up to kiss your cheek as the door suddenly swings open.

Thank God whoever opened it decided against turning the light on. You hear the bed creak as whoever just came in found their place on their own bed.

Frozen in place you wait as Chan, still in you contemplates his next move.

Fuck. He whispers.

He quietly shifts the position of the blanket that was now on his hips to cover the both of you. Slowly pulling out of you he tries to look around for your clothes. Whatever was on the bed anyway.

Suddenly you hear the bed creak again as the boy shifts and quickly gets up and out the room making sure to shut the door behind him.

Confused as to what just happened you push Chan off of you.

Getting off the bed he makes his way to the door in the dark quickly and puts the lock in place.

He turns the light on to find the clothes that were discarded and your eyes land on your bra.

On Changbin's bed.

Chan...

You say quietly as you point your finger towards the undergarment.

Ohhhhh shit.

That's why he left..

He must've felt the foreign object on his bed and you can't help but groan at Chan as you think about the trauma you both just gave Changbin.

Leeknow

Middle of the day. A free dorm. Two horny people.

This was bound to end up like this. Feeling you up in the middle of the kitchen, minho wastes no time in making his way to your lips. Moving his lips against yours, he slides his warm hands up and down your body. He moves to lift your shirt off but is stopped when you moan out a small not here.

He chuckles at this before kissing you again and lifting the shirt off of you anyway.

Moving his lips to your neck he starts peppering kisses on it just the way you like it. Gentle and wet. Slowly pushing you onto the kitchen floor he reaches out to unhook your bra.

You stop him before you can. Moving his face to look at you, he assures you.

Don't worry. They won't be back for some time.

You shake your head at him. They could always come back for something, Minho.

Either we move to the bed or you let me keep my bra on. You state.

He sighs and lifts you up off the floor.

Fine have it your way. He chuckles as he rolls his eyes at you. He takes your hand in his and leads you to the bedroom. When you reach the hall, however he decides to get frisky again. Stopping, he turns to your half clothed chest before grabbing your waist.

He brings his face down to your chest and starts his routine of placing his amazing lips on the exposed area. He places kisses over your bra and moves up to the exposed skin. You try to push him off but you stop as he brings his fingers to the cup and bring it down to expose your nipple. He takes it in his mouth and immediately starts his work on it. Still holding your waist he pushes you down onto the sofa behind you and returns to tugging on your nipple. Now pulling the bra down your chest, he exposes your breasts to him. Ogling them for a moment he smiles before getting to work on the both of them. Squeezing one between his fingers and the other between his lips, he watches your face as you lose your train of thoughts. Now kneeling in front of you with his face buried in your chest and body inbetween your legs, he moves his free hand down to your pants directly slipping into them. Pushing past your underwear, he dips his finger into your wetness before going to work on your bud. The hand that was on your breast comes down now to spread your legs. His face moves back up to your neck as he buries himself in your neck before pushing two fingers in.

You groan out at the stretch and he gives you time to adjust.

Too much baby? He moans out as he sucks faint bruises on your neck.

You moan at this and he takes it as a sign to continue. Sliding them in and out of your for a few seconds he picks up the pace without warning as he moves them fast enough to make you shake.

Ahhhhhhhh.. you cry out at the sudden change in pace and Minho only speeds up at this.

Ramming his fingers in and out of you he moves away from your neck to look down at your clothed sex. He watches his fingers moving beneath the fabric for a second before taking them out of you and moving to take your pants and panties down till your ankles.

But as he watches your juices drip down your thighs he pulls them back on as if suddenly realising that you cant mess the sofa up.

Pushing you back up onto the sofa he moves to sit inbetween your thighs as he gets to work on your nipples. His hand dives back into your panties but this time he focuses on your clit. Rubbing it in just the right ways he works on your nipples, slowly sucking and tugging at the peaked bud.

You balance on the verge of your orgasm and Minho senses this. Pressing his finger down hard on your clit, he skillfully pushes himself up and presses you onto the couch more as be brings his lower body closer to your own. Taking his hand out from your heat, he brings them into his own pants to bring his member out. He pumps himself for a few seconds before pushing himself up further to a more suitable position to take you.

You bring your own hand to pump him as he shifts the two of your around so that he's on the sofa and you on top of him.

He moves you up to pull your clothes down and he positions you above his free member. You grab the sofa behind him and ask him one more time to move to the bedroom but you leave the argument the second he pulls you down his member. He starts lifting his hips up to meet you as you throw your head back at this.

Moans fills the room as you bounce on top of him, exposed completely to him.

He watches you intently for a few minutes almost as if he can't stop before suddenly stopping.

You whine at this and he immediately takes you off of him before a serious look forms on his face.

What if someone comes in?

He asks you and you all but kick him at this.

That's what I've been saying!

You shout at him.

He puts you down on the sofa before fixing himself up and you do the same. He puts your bra back in place and starts taking you to the room.

Once in the room he wastes no time and throws your clothes off of you. He does the same and his clothes go flying too, some unnecessarily far.

Its all mechanical after that. Your bodies move by themselves. Neither of you in control, your bodies take over.

Moans filling the room, you barely hear the shout from the hall.

YAH JISUNG DON'T GO IN THERE! THEY'RE HAVING SEX.

You hear Hyunjin call out from the hall.

WHAT THE FUCK? You hear jisung scream from right out the door.

Minho freezes on top of you and looks right at you before he starts laughing.

We left your shirt on the kitchen floor.

He says laughing.

You slap his chest at this before he gets off of you and pulls his boxers on.

He creaks the door open to shout out.

HEY YOU BOTH BETTER GET OUT OF HERE FAST OKAY?

Changbin

Changbin was feeling less that innocent tonight.

You were the one to initiate the whole thing but he can't say no to you so he's always ready. So it didn't take much convincing for him to be on you.

Planted between your legs, he was knocking every bit of sense out of your with his mouth.

Humming into your heat, he reaches out to hold your waist in place.

You grab hold of his hair as he continues his work on you.

Feathering this fingers over your hips he slowly picks up the pace.

Whining and moaning rubbish, you pull his hair which only makes him groan out sending vibrations right to your core.

You feel the knot unravelling as he starts to suck on the bud. And with one shrill cry of pleasure, you come.

Finally releasing your bud, be moves up towards your face rather hastily while trying to push his tracks and boxers down. He pumps himself for about two seconds before realising he doesn't need to. Positioning himself inbetween your legs he slowly pushes in.

Ughh... he groans out throwing his head back as his eyes close.

A few seconds later he starts moving and takes your arms to place them on his neck.

You bring his face down to kiss him as he goes deeper with each thrust.

He kisses you deep before leaving your lips to throw his head back again. You watch him for a moment before he abruptly stops his movements.

You watch him in confusion before he brings his arm to the top of your head while looking at the door to the room.

Before you can turn around to look at him however, he kisses you making you forget about it.

You start moaning into his mouth again as he starts moving once more.

As you continue the heated events Changbin starts to massage your scalp with the hand he placed above your head as he sighs thinking of how just seconds ago, Chan burst into the room before seeing the two of you. And how he signalled for him to lock the door quietly so as not to make you feel awkward in having been caught.

This is one secret he'd gladly keep from you.

Hyunjin

I think this would be a disaster.

He seems like the type of person who would get lost in the moment and regret it later.

You came to the dorm with the idea of simply spending some time with him and neither of you had any ideas in mind.

But after an hour or so you both ended up being the only people in the dorm, be it by chance or the boys being polite and giving you both some alone time.

Once you both realised the lack of people around you, the tension skyrockets.

You could feel the conversation dying and the heartbeats quickening. Now almost awkward, you both sit there and sneak glances every now and then until it gets too much. He's the first to pounce.

Pulling you on top of him, he'd explore your mouth. Pulling back every now and then you'd sense some hesitation so you'd ask him what was bothering him.

'You think they left us alone on purpose?' He asks in a whisper.

'I don't know? Maybe? But let's go to your room just to be safe?' You'd suggest.

And once in the comfort of his room he'd be a little more confident. A little too confident.

He seems like the type to be bothered about something but still do it. So he might be a little wary about having sex in the dorm but he'd still do it if you gave him even the slightest form of assurance.

But he's also the type to end up red as a beet and panicked when caught.

Now with his temporary green light, he'd throw your clothes off a bit too fast.

..

'Oh God' His whines fill the room as you move on top of him.

His arms around your body tightens as his whines and whimpers get more frequent.

Hiding in your neck he'd wait for his high to hit him but just before he could

'Oh shit. You're nasty!' Somebody laughs from outside the room.

You feel Hyunjin freeze beneath you and you fear for a second that he's turned to stone.

You dare to look down at him and you see him with furrowed brows and his cheek between his teeth looking right at you but you know he's not focusing on you.

You swear you almost see his ear move like a puppy's as he tries to listen to the faintest of noises.

You put your forehead on his and you feel him flinch a little.

'Hey, it's okay.' You whisper out.

Swallowing, he gives you a faint nod and it's painfully clear how traumatised he is right now.

You slowly move off of him and get things moving and pass him his clothes and put on your own.

Picking up his phone, he gets on his bed and tries to retreat into his little bubble but when he sees you opening the door to go out he shoots you a panicked 'Hey where are you going!?'

'2 mins baby' and you step out.

And he can't help but let a grin form when he hears jisung screaming out in shock from what was probably a whack to his head, courtesy of you.

Han

Studio sex is nothing new for you both.

During one of the routine bangs, you both were completely in the moment that the first knock didn't reach any ears. The slightly more needy one did, however.

Putting an arm on your waist, Han pulls out of you before giving you a moment to arrange yourself and he does the same before heading to the door.

Chan greets him on the other side and the face he makes makes Han close the door behind him.

'Lock the door next time, yea?' Chan suggests and your boyfriend can't help but swallow hard at the revelation.

He'd debate whether to continue or not after that shock but when he sees you sitting there, still a little out of breath he'd come right back to you and continue. It's not like Chan would be back anytime soon after he knows what was going on anyway. But first he'd make sure the door was locked. He'd double check that everytime you were over after that just to be sure.

Felix

This guy would swear so much.

Felix gets very into any activity that involves you so there wouldn't be much thinking with the brain going on when you both get intimate.

A scream would be all you hear before you hear the door slam shut.

'Oh what the f..!'

'Oh God oh shit.' He'd start swearing and starts laughing in disbelief.

'I'm so sorry baby, they didn't see anything. I'm sure!'

He wouldn't be too annoyed about it or anything. Most likely to go on as if nothing happened if you're fine.

Seungmin

Panting into your neck, he'd be moving in and out of you at a slow pace. He'd bring his arm above your head to cage you in in a way to make you feel protected.

'Ahh..' He moans out as he brings his lips to your cheek, placing open mouthed kisses on it.

Your moans would make him go faster and faster and that familiar burn starts up in the pit of your stomach.

'AH!?' You're brought back to reality when you hear him let out a surprised shout.

You see him change from horny to angry as he gets off of you to go lock the door.

After locking the door he comes right back to you before sitting besides you on the bed and resting his arm on you.

'You want to continue?' He asks you with a smile and you don't even feel like questioning what made him stop inbetween your workout.

But there's not much to guess. The surprised shriek sounded a lot like the youngest kid saw something he wasn't supposed to.

.....

Sorry that the last few are rushed. I start writing a lot of imagines without completing any so it gets hard to post on time. And I write directly on tumblr so I can't even edit it and post it individually.

I'm going to focus on individual ones now. Do give the prompt list a lot of love. *-*

[bangtangalicious]

the glow up | kth (2)

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: smut, fluff, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: carrrrr sexxxx, public sex, dry-ish humping, exhibitionist, horny!reader, praise kink, taehyung calls you princess, softdom!taehyung, slightly awkward, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink for like 2 seconds, light spanking, body image issues, taehyung DRIVING with ONE HAND fffff

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The events from Jimin’s party still weighed on you. After Taehyung had left you couldn’t look Jimin in the eye. This is not what you wanted. You just wanted to have fun. You did love Jimin, but Taehyung was right. What Jimin had said…the way he had derogated you all because you willingly had sex with someone you wanted to have sex with...was not okay. 

Before you had been to overwhelmed to recall how exactly the whole thing started. But after sleeping on it, you found yourself back in the car, wind flowing through your hair.

“So” You said nervously, “What’s new? Any new girlfriends?”

Taehyung grinned, “Nah. What about you? Any princes for our little princess?”

You licked your lips, looking at how delectable his long neck was, how much  you just wanted to wrap your arms around it.

“Ah…no. I actually…I wanna start hooking up with people”

“Oh?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows but kept his eyes on the road.

“I’ve had sex before…but it really sucked. I was just worried about crushing him, or if he thought I was…well…I don’t look like a porn star so. I just…wanna enjoy it, you know?”

Taehyung nodded. “Of course, you should enjoy it. Whoever you’re with should make you feel amazing. And stop worrying so much, people don’t care nearly as much as you think they do”

“I guess I just…” You turned to look at the world passing you by, “Don’t know where to start. I don’t know what I like” You had no idea why you were telling Taehyung this. His hand gently massaged the nape of your neck as the other one steadied the steering wheel.

“That’s valid. Just pick a fantasy and start exploring. What do you think about when you masturbate?”

You were grateful at how chill Taehyung was being about having this conversation with you. You realized you really took him for granted at times. He had always been really nice to you, and you really enjoyed his company. You never felt like you had to…try that hard around him. But you knew that was because you didn’t have a shot with someone like Taehyung. Not even now. He was one of the hottest guys from your hometown no question. You assumed he had two or three fuckbuddies in his back pocket at all times.

Taehyung was also openly bisexual. And that made you feel at ease in a way. It was as though because you knew about his sexuality you felt more comfortable to talk about your own.

“Well…” Your face was red, but Taehyung couldn’t see that luckily. “I wanna ride someone’s cock.”

Taehyung bit back a smirk, nodding in understanding. “And?”

“And…I want it to be risky. Like…in a movie theater…or a parking lot…somewhere I could get caught.” You inhaled sharply, thoughts putting you on edge. You rubbed your thighs together feeling the damp squelch of your arousal. You hoped Taehyung hadn’t noticed.

“Ooh. That sounds fun” He glanced your way quickly, noting your blushed state.

“Taehyung” You exhaled, gripping onto the car door tightly, spreading your legs so that the rough wind could ease your yearning a little bit.

“What’s up?”

“I…I…” What the heck were you supposed to say? How did guys initiate things anyway? You couldn’t exactly kiss him while he was driving. “Can I suck your dick?”

Taehyung almost jumped at your query, car jolting slightly before he recovered. He inhaled sharply. “Yeah, um…right now?”

“If that’s okay”

“Yeah…no yeah…um” He glanced down at his lap then back up at the road. “I don’t really know how to do this if I’m being honest y/n.”

“Uh…don’t worry I got it” You reached over to unzip his pants. Taehyung raised himself up just enough for you to tug them down to his knees, giving you access to his cock. It was big. You shivered in anticipation. You stroked him slowly, getting him to harden. You could hear his breathing get shaky. “Does that feel good?”

“fuck y/n of course it does” You couldn’t see his eyes because of his sunglasses but the way his jaw was clenched gave you evidence supporting his words. You look around. There’s a decent number of cars on the highway, but no one directly next to you guys. You decide it’s safe and crouch down into the vehicle, leaning over the console so your tongue could kitten lick his throbbing tip. Your chest pressed against his hand which was clenching the gear shift as you bent over. It was not comfortable.

You licked your lips and covered his tip, sucking slightly as your tongue flicked the opening. Taehyung groaned, pressing his foot down slightly causing the car to speed up.

“Tae”

“Yeah?”

“This isn’t comfortable”

He glanced down at you quickly and smiled, “Doesn’t look it.”

“Can I sit in your lap?”

Taehyung coughed. He glanced your way again, lowering his glasses to really look at your expression to see if you were kidding. You weren’t. “Go for it princess”

Careful not to block Taehyung’s line of sight, you somehow crawl into his lap so that you can straddle him. You make direct eye contact with the cars behind, whose driver’s look shocked and confused. This turns you on even more.

“I just want to make sure you know how illegal this is” Taehyung said.

“I don’t care” You exhaled, loving the way his raw cock head was pressed against your clit. You rolled your hips slowly. “Does that feel good Tae?”

Taehyung put one hand on your ass to help steady you and squeezed it affectionately. “Feels so good y/n. Shit. Is this really happening?” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the almost childlike excitement in his voice. You began to roll your hips faster, humping him like you were in heat. Arousal shot through your veins. The feeling was addictive, and you didn’t ever want it to stop. You grinded your hips faster and faster, his cock roughly gliding against your barely clothed core, at times pushing the fabric and directly pressing against your soaking folds. You were a moaning mess. You let out streams of curses as you rode him like you couldn’t believe. You tugged his hair roughly, ignoring his whines of pain.

“T…taehyung” You stammered, slowing down. You felt his hand smack your ass making you cry out in pleasure.

“Don’t you dare stop” His tone was gruff, and it sent shivers down your spine. “I want you to cum for me. Can you do that? Can you cream my cock princess?” He smacked you again. You picked up your pace, feeling the sweet friction guiding you closer to your high. You wished you could have his cock inside you, but you also did not want to get in a car crash.

“Want your cock Tae…” You screamed into the wind, “I wanna feel your cock inside me. So bad. God Tae…baby…fuck…I’m…” You squealed as your orgasm hit you like a truck. Taehyung could feel your wetness soak onto him through your swimsuit.

“That’s right princess…cum for me…you sound so sweet I could listen to you all day” He coos at you, lightly slapping your ass because that’s all he really could do without bringing you both near death. You wrap your arms around him and fall against his body.

“That was amazing” You exhaled.

Taehyung was still painfully hard.

“I’m gonna pull over” He announced. You nodded your head. “and then” He inhaled sharply “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you”

And that’s exactly what he did. He got off the highway at the next exit. You had no idea where you were, but Taehyung found an abandoned parking lot at some hardware store. He parked as far away from the main street as he could. The second the car stopped, he brought his hands to your face and kissed you. Your eyes widened, not expecting that from him.

“Y/n…I…Wow” He chuckled, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. “What did I do to deserve this? This is like, everything I’ve ever wanted”

“Let me help you now” You whispered seductively, grabbing his cock tightly and pushing the fabric aside to allow yourself to sink down onto his cock.

“Holy shit” Taehyung groaned, gripping your hips tightly as you bottomed out. His hands moved to latch under your knees and he lifted you effortlessly, cock buried in your cunt, out of the car, laying you back down on the head of the white convertible. His strength, the ease with which he could just manhandle you, it drove you crazy. You had never felt this good in your life. Taehyung practically tore your clothes off, not caring that they landed on the ground. He grunted as he rolled his hips, thrusting up into you at a perfect angle. “You’re so tight…so fucking tight princess. How have I waited this long for this…” He steadily piston his cock in and out of you.

“You love this don’t you?” He teased, “Spread out naked all for me. Anyone can come see how much you need my big cock”

“I love your cock Tae. I love it” You whined in agreement, wrapping your legs around him.

“Yeah I bet” He said gruffly “You’re so perfect for me princess, all wet…dripping all for me. You want daddy to cum inside you?”

You nodded dumbly, like you no longer could form words. Your brain had completely shut off, and all you could feel was sheer bliss from Taehyung thrusting into you perfectly.

“My perfect little princess. So good to me…so sweet riding daddy’s cock like that…mmm” He kissed your lips, then traveling down to your jaw, nipping at you harshly, then down to your tits, kissing every inch he possibly could.

“I can’t believe how good you feel” He groaned, “This is even better than in my dreams”

You took off his sunglasses so you could see his fucked out eyes. His pupils were completely dilated, and you could see the rampant pleasure on his gorgeous face. Sweat coated the roots of his pink hair. He clenched his eyes shut, savoring the way your pussy drank him up.

“Where can I cum y/n?”

You didn’t even hear him. You were too caught up in the amazing feeling.

“Y/n…quick…where can I cum? I can’t last much longer”

“I…I have an IUD…” You managed to mutter. Taehyung exhaled in relief.

“Good fucking girl. Ready for my cum hm? You want me to cum in you princess? Make you mine?”

“Yes…yes oh my GOD yes” Your eyes rolled back as you felt the hot liquid seep inside you. He cried out.

“my god princess, just like that, take my fucking cum” He sucked your tit harshly “I’m gonna fuck you up so good. You’re mine. My princess. My sweet sweet princess”

After he finished he quickly slipped out of you, then went to his trunk to grab a towel. You groaned at his absence, but he was back instantly wiping you up as you flinched with oversensitivity.

He took off his button down shirt and wrapped it around you as he picked up your clothes from the ground. You smiled at how tenderly he cared for you. He grabbed some water and handed it to you, taking another bottle for himself.

“Drink up” He tapped the bottle against yours and gulped the whole thing down. You watched the way his throat moved, feeling yourself heat up yet again. He put the bottles back in the car, then helped you into the back seat. He let you lay down comfortably, stroking your face as he lowered himself onto you, careful not to crush you beneath him. His smile reached his eyes and it made you feel elated. He left a soft kiss on your forehead. “I missed you so much y/n” Then another on your nose. “You have no idea” Another on each cheek, “how happy I am right now” another next to your mouth “because you’re back home”. Another at your jaw, pecking all over your face in the most loving way he could. “You’re so beautiful y/n…” He inhaled you deeply “fuck…am I dreaming?”

“No” You giggled.

He sighed, a goofy smile returning to his blissed out face. “Mmm we better get going…” He kissed you once more, lingering as long as he could, before helping you back into the passenger seat. “Did you have fun?”

You nodded. “Yeah…wow…that was”

“Yeah”

You dressed yourself quickly, giving Taehyung his shirt back. He stared at you a while longer, blinking almost as though he were in disbelief. You couldn’t blame him. It all happened so fast it seemed unreal. Before you knew it, you two were back on the road, only minutes from arriving at Jimin’s house.  

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A/N: WOO okay, there it is. dw dw...i promise jimin will get his chance to shine. 

[hopelesshawks]

Love and Admiration Part 36- Man of Your Dreams

18+ Bakugo x fem!pro hero reader

Summary: (Y/n) has known Bakugo since middle school, admired him since high school, and had a crush on him since the first time they met. Even now, a top pro hero in her own right, she can’t shake her school girl crush. Too bad Bakugo literally has no idea she exists. Well that’s not entirely true… He does know pro hero Mercury exists, but (y/l/n) (y/n)? Never heard of her.

Warnings for dry humping, dom/sub themes, praise kink, oral (female receiving)

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The door to Bakugo’s apartment is unlocked for you so you walk in as soon as you arrive before locking it back behind you. You’re surprised to find the apartment silent, having expected at the very least the sound of the tv going or perhaps of Katsuki cooking in the kitchen. You wander around his apartment in search of him, flicking on some of the light switches since the only light seems to be coming from the sunset through the large bay windows on the far wall. You’re about to flick the lights on in the living room when you finally spot Katsuki and suck in a breath. He’s fallen asleep on his couch, clad in gray joggers and the hoodie you bought him. The black “Are you still watching?” message from Netflix on the tv indicates he must’ve fallen asleep while watching something and it makes a warm fondness bloom in your chest.

You step further into the living room, reaching for the remote and then turning off the tv before moving to sit on the floor in front of the couch. The golden and red orange light from the setting sun plays through his hair and dances over his features. He looks so gentle like this and you can’t help but try to commit the image to memory. You’re not at all surprised he’s exhausted, he’d worked an early morning shift again and has still been recovering from the sleepless nights he’d had when you two were fighting. You’re happy to see that the bags under his eyes are finally fading and you can’t resist the temptation to reach out and press a gentle kiss to his forehead before carding your fingers through his hair. You’re not sure how long you sit there just combing your fingers through the blonde strands and drinking in the sight of him, but eventually he stirs slightly. He sighs into your touch, the only indication at first that he’s woken up at all, before his eyes finally flutter open, crimson irises meeting your (y/e/c) ones. They slip shut almost immediately afterwards as he reaches to pull you onto the couch. “C’mere Princess,” he mutters sleepily and how could you possibly refuse when he looks so soft? So you allow him to pull you on top of him, one arm wrapping around your waist as you pillow your head against his chest. “You like watchin’ me sleep, huh?” he asks, voice rough and deeper than normal since he’s only just woken up. “I do. You looked like you were having a good dream,” you hum. “I was,” comes his easy reply as his hand rubs circles into your back. “I’m sorry I woke you then.” “Don’t be. I was dreaming of you,” he admits, as if it’s the most casual thing in the world. You pull back so you can look at him properly, searching his face for a sign he’s messing with you. “You’re kidding,” you say incredulously but that only makes the smug and sleepy smirk on his face grow wider as he shakes his head. “I’m not. The reality is much better though,” he says before leaning up to press a kiss to your lips.

All of the warmth that had been filling you while you’d watched him and then processed his sweet words overflows now, spilling into the gentle kiss you two share. Slowly the kiss starts to turn heated as you open your mouth to allow his tongue inside to tangle with yours. You feel the moment his dick starts to take an interest, gradually starting to harden as his hands roam underneath your shirt to slide along your bare waist. Soon he flips the two of you over so you’re pinned beneath him, grinding his hips down against you in a way that has both of you groaning into each other’s mouths. There’s no rush to your actions though as he continues to grind down into you and you cant your hips up to meet his. He drops his mouth from your lips to your neck, nipping the delicate skin there before soothing it with his tongue, making sure to leave marks. One of your hands grasps at his back, urging his hips to continue their rhythm but the other tangles into his hair as you gasp at the continued attention. You eventually tug him back up to meet your lips again and when you next roll your hips up to meet his you’re delighted at the low keening moan it wrenches from his throat. His hips start to stutter in their rhythm, a sign he’s getting close to his climax, so he starts to pull back but you push down on his back and bring your hips up to encourage him to keep going. You separate your lips from his only to bring it to the shell of his ear. “Don’t stop, want you to cum for me,” you whisper and you can tell by the shiver that runs through him and the muttered curse that drops from his lips that he’s going to listen.

When you grind your hips up again, Katsuki eagerly meets you halfway, the fabric of his sweatpants providing extra friction against his weeping cock. “You’re being such a good boy for me Katsuki,” you praise and it only seems to spur him on more as more curses spill from his lips and he continues to hump against your leg. “F-fuck Princess, I’m gonna-“ he whines. “Do it,” you reply, “let go for me baby.” He grinds against you one final time before he’s spilling his load into his sweatpants with a strangled cry, darkening the gray fabric. “Shit,” he huffs breathlessly as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Think you can make your Princess feel good now too?” you ask coyly. “Fuck yes,” he all but growls before kissing you until you’re as breathless as he is as he encourages you to slide further up the couch so you can lean your back against the arm of it. He then settles himself between your legs, watching hungrily as he pulls your bottoms and panties down to reveal your dripping sex. He wastes no time burying his face between your thighs, licking a long stripe along your folds before slipping his tongue into your pussy. “Shit, just like that. Feels so good,” you groan as his tongue drags along your inner walls. His rough palms keep your legs spread for him as you slowly start to fall apart above him. “You’re doing so well Katsuki, fuck. Right there,” you moan, your head falling back as your own climax draws nearer. One of his hands leaves your thigh to press circles into your sensitive clit and it doesn’t take long after that for your orgasm to come rushing over you with a cry of his name.

As you come down he presses kisses to your inner thigh before finally leaning up to kiss your lips again. “Such a good boy,” you coo breathlessly. The growl you get in response makes you laugh as Katsuki’s cheeks and ears turn pink. “Since when did you start giving orders?” he asks. “Since I realized you might actually listen. You’re pretty cute when you follow instructions,” you tease. “Watch it, Princess,” he growls in warning, fire sparking in his ruby red irises. “Or what?” you tease. He’s about to show you exactly how he intends to teach you a lesson when you’re both startled by a pounding at the door. “Yo lovebirds, It’s party time!” you hear Mina shout from the other side and you can’t help but laugh as Katsuki groans, his forehead falling to rest on your collar. “One second!” you call back, which only makes your boyfriend growl again. “C’mon, you know if we don’t hurry up she’ll melt down the door,” you laugh, pushing gently at Katsuki’s shoulders to encourage him to climb off the couch. “Fine, but I’m teaching you a fucking lesson later,” he huffs, nipping the skin at the base of your neck to emphasize his point before finally climbing off you. You hurry to pull back on your panties and bottoms as Bakugo moves to answer the door. “Wait!” you call out suddenly, lunging forward to catch his arm before he can get too far. “What? You’re the one who said Raccoon Eyes would melt my door,” he points out with a raised eyebrow. “I mean yea but maybe I should grab the door while you change?” you offer, pointedly looking down to the stain he’d left on his sweatpants earlier before meeting his eyes again. He curses under his breath, face turning a vibrant shade of red as he recalls the mess he’d made of his pants. “I’ll be back,” he grumbles before storming off towards his room and you can’t help but to laugh before the sound of Mina pounding on the door again has you making yourself presentable and rushing to answer it.

You hurry to fling the door open to find your friends on the other side, grinning with excitement and many carrying their own contributions to the alcohol stash for the night. You let them in and guide them to the kitchen to drop their cargo before you greet them all eagerly with hugs and excitement. Midoriya, Denki, and Kirishima especially give you a warm welcome since they hadn’t seen you at all since the last hang and don’t get to talk to you nearly as much as Shinso and the girls do. By the time you’ve finished saying hello, you’re alerted to Bakugo’s return by his arms wrapping carefully around your waist. “I guess you guys had fun waiting for us,” Shinso deadpans as he leans casually against the kitchen counter. “No idea what you’re talking about,” you shrug, leaning back into Katsuki’s warm embrace. “So the new hickeys on your neck just spontaneously appeared?” he asks, amusement evident in his smirk as you try to sputter out an excuse despite obviously being flustered. “We were having a lot of fun before you guys showed up. If you wanna fuck off-“ “Katsuki!” you interrupt him scandalized although your friends seem to find it infinitely more amusing than you do. They tease the two of you for awhile, even as drinks start to get poured and the party starts to begin in earnest, especially once they realize Bakugo is wearing the Mercury hoodie, but it’s all in good fun. In all honesty it warms your heart a little to have this. You can’t help but be struck by how lucky you are to finally have the man of your dreams and friends that support your relationship so wholeheartedly.

As the others start to move the party out of the kitchen, Katsuki holds you back before spinning you in his arms to face him. “I’m not fucking you in the kitchen when our friends are literally in the other room,” you say immediately, causing Katsuki to roll his eyes. “That’s not why I held you back idiot,” he huffs. “Oh! What is it then?” you ask, slightly sheepish. “You just seemed deep in thought ‘s all. You good?” he asks brusquely. A fond smile spreads over your face. “I’m more than good, I’m perfect. I was just thinking how glad I am to finally have you,” you explain happily. “Yea?” “Yea.” “Good. Me too.” When he slots your lips together this time you both know it’s more than just a simple kiss.

It’s also a silent promise of forever.

A/N: Another fic finished 🥲 thank you all so much for reading this and supporting me. Every like, reblog, and reply has meant the absolute world to me and I’m so grateful. If you liked this fic feel free to check out my others through my general masterlist or request to join the taglist for my next series Basic Instincts, starring my favorite bird boi Hawks

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Got You A Seat

A/N- so a filthy wonder delightful fucking ask started this, and fuck if I wasn't just delighted. The ask can be found here. 

Summary- 2.1k Nomad’s back and he doesn't waste any fucking time. Smut. Oral. Fucking. 

Fuck whenever Steve came out of wherever he was hiding with Natasha and Sam, he was a whirlwind of chaos in your apartment. And you never knew when he would show up, having no real way to risk calling you, in case Stark was tracking his known connections. 

And you Honey, were a connection. A sweet dripping honeypot he loved to dip his fingers into, his tongue into over and over. He wasn't able to stay away from you then, and he wasn't now. So the second you walked into your dark apartment, a rush pushed you back into the wall with a thud, making you scream, that was covered with a pair of soft lips and scratch of a beard. The all to familiar taste that had a tinge of urgency as your tongues tangled together made you drop your bags and clutch at his shoulders, biting down your neck and hard hands grabbed the back of your thighs, easily sliding you up the wall till you could wrap legs around his hips. 

Deep growling rumbles rolled from his chest as he tasted the inches of uncovered skin. “fuck I missed you.” He bit at your collarbone and you pushed your fingers through his hair, yanking back hard to tilt his head back. You knew right now nothing soothing and gentle would get through to him. You smirked down at him and crash your lips back to his, moan ripping through you and smothering against his lips, he thrust his groin into your cunt, making you grind right back, feeling the ridge through his slacks, and making you start to gather slick. 

“How about you show me how much you missed me? Fucking hell, what are you waiting for Steve.” His hands tightened on the backside of thighs before letting you slide back to the floor, grabbing a handful of your shirt and yanking it off, using his size to push you down the hallways, your hands doing the same, grabbing at his clothes and ripping them off, tossing them aside. Your hand ran to cup his erection through his slacks before ripping at his belt, his own tugging the front of your bra to release your breasts that he took the eye full, pinning you back up against the wall with your legs lose around his hips. so he could kiss and lavish them with bites and sucks. 

“How about I just fuck these, get in your sweet cunt later?” He joked as his face was buried in your cleavage, that fucking beard of his scratching and adding to it all, leaving you buzzing. “Nah... I know exactly what the fuck I want.” Steve jerked his head back and you panting above him furrowed your brows in confusion. But he didn't pause, one last sucking bite to a nipple, and he carried you rest of the way to the bed, and dropped you on it with a bounce. “Pants off, now.” He demanded as he shucked the last of his clothing off, you scrambling to keep up. 

Steve fell onto the bed, pinning you down by your neck with one hand and kissing you harshly again as a hand swept between your thighs and expert fingers slicked through your folds, rubbing the slick up and down, and delving fingers to have you stretch around him, leaving you hissing and pushing your head back. “Eyes on me doll.” He demanded with a slight squeeze to the throat, making you gasp and look back up at him. “Steeeve” you whined out and he smirked above you in the darkness while working you up, your slick coating his knuckles and he taunted a bit. “Come on Baby, feels good doesn't it?” 

Steve had turned into a harder lover since he has been on the run. It wasn't the gentle Steve who would cover you in kisses and nudge himself into you while asking if you were okay. No, that all changed when sex became a fleeting few hours before he had to slip away from fear of getting you in trouble. It unleashed a side of him that just didn't give a fuck anymore, and here you two were now, him pulling wet fingers from your cunt and stuffing them in your mouth, which you greedily sucked, moaning as his fingers filled your mouth and pressed down on your tongue. “Taste good, don't you baby? Fuck, I need some of that myself.” 

Hands grasping your hips, he rolled so you sat on his chest and his hands were dug into your ass cheeks, making you yelp. “Come on, get on up here Doll. Got you a seat.” You bite your lip and shuffle forward towards his face, using your hands to grab at his grasping your ass, fingers sure to leave stinging black and blues in your flesh when you woke up later, alone. “Hands back Rogers. You want to eat me out, your gonna do it my way.” You challenged him with an arch of your eyebrows, waiting to see if he would accept. After a few seconds, he released your ass and planted his hands down on the mattress bu his head. “Better?” 

“Much!” Grasping a handful of his hair, you pulled yourself up, your knees firmly planting on his hands to keep them in place and the last you saw was the excited glitter of blue before you settled your cunt over his face. That man wasted no time, dragging his nose through your folds, his tongue plunged through your slick like a man starved, tackling around your nerves in an agonizing teasing way while grunting at the effort, sucking on your clit between rolls of teeth, and back to your entrance to flick his tongue against your walls, wanting to clutch around him. Beard burning at the far more intimate sensitive flesh, you rocked against his face, your hand using his hair as leverage to pull yourself up and down. 

“Fucking right Doll, fuck my face.” Steve groaned out, the muscles in his arms twitching from wanting to just grab you, but he held himself in place, allowing you to keep him pined since that's what you wanted. More hard thrusts of his tongue, slipping back and forth with a tip back of your head to keep riding him. Moans and groans filling the room along with sloppy sucking bites and laps, he couldn't get enough, messy as your slick got all over, he kept grinding into your riding cunt, long licks with a flattening of his tongue turning into flicking teases to give him more. Barely keeping himself restrained, you started to moan loudly, revolving between using his name and screaming out fuck, bucking your hips to fuck yourself on his face, on his tongue that was sending you in a claiming spiral, between that and the claiming of your clit as his personal toy, you rocked onto his face, and you came, flooding his chin and across his mouth, he yanked his arms free and folding them over your thighs, not allowing you to escape. 

Not while he was lapping at you, your flesh quivering, your core tightening while the moans and grunts that came from him vibrated, telling you of his hunger and need. only when Steve was satisfied, your cunt over sensitive and aching did he let you slide off, you panting and running your hands up and down your body. “Fuck, you and that tongue.” You sideways glance at him as he's wiping his beard and shifts to settle between your thighs and grasps behind your knees with his hands. “Me and my tongue indeed Doll.” The Nomad said darkly as he rolled back over you, biting tang tasting kisses at your lips, clearly nowhere near finished with you.  

Hands grasping the back of your knees and folding your legs, back to your chest, this angle you knew his size would be hard to handle, and that first nudge burned as he stretched you for him, your cunt clenching and fluttering around his cock, he grunted at the way your warmth just pulled on him to give more, burying himself while latching your legs to hook on his shoulders rutting upwards and making you arch at the sensation of feeling all his cock, the ridges and thick heaviness, the nudges as his hips rock and pulled away to thrust, he was quick to start pounding himself into you. You put one hand at the back of his neck to hold on, the other reaching behind you to the headboard to protect yourself from crashing into it the way he was pounding himself into you. 

There was nothing but speed and crashing of yours and his bodies, scrambling, scratching at each other to reach that point, he grabbed your threat and slammed your head back into the pillows, keeping you still and in place. “Fuck.” he roared as he again ground his hips into yours, rutting up so the pressure against your clit left you crying out, squeezing around him. He aimed for that sweet spot, over and over, relentless. “You going to cum for me Doll, or do I have to work you harder?” He asked, and already you swore he couldn't go any harder or deeper, and you were wrong. “Yes, Yes Steve!” 

Even as you came around him, his grip around your neck never loosened, your high was just continued on with the dragging of his cock planting you firmly in the mattress. And all too soon, it was building again, making you whine with a ragged gasp. “Steve, steve, I cant again.” 

“Oh but you can, and you will... You cant ask me to stop when you are this perfect.” He said darkly as he snapped his hips and made you groan, swearing you could see black spots in your vision with a roll of your eyes. Sweat clashing bodies, ground with thrusts, and you couldn't help but drift away into unconsciousness of the actions. Dropping your legs from his shoulders, he grasped onto your hips and dragged you up and down his cock, biting and sucking on your breasts, moans, and grunts being dragged from him at just how fucking good you felt clenching around his cock, even now when you were passed out. He did this until he came himself multiple times, filling you up, and then spilling onto your stomach, before he sat back on his heels, chest heaving with pants, admiring how he left you. 

There was still a bit of the older Steve, he was ready to flop next to you, join you in sleep for an hour or two before he had to leave you again. But first he was sure to get a cloth, one of your soft ones and ran it under hot water, sure to be careful as he cleaned you up, and that's when you started to come to, rubbing your hands at your face and looking up at him. “Mmmmm” You rolled your body to stretch and gasped with a clench to your thighs, wrapping around his hand with the rag. “Easy...” 

“I will be, promise,” Steve assured you and made quick work before tossing it towards the hamper and he stretched out beside you. You tilt your head to look at him. “You got to leave soon, don't you?” 

“Yea, ‘fraid I do doll. Cant risk staying too long.” You both knew the apartment would be frequently checked, it was just a matter of time when Stark surveillance picked up on him coming. Then it would be over, he wouldn't be able to return. “Remember when we used to just lay in bed and talk? Before we were anything more then friends.” 

Steve chuckled his hand sliding over your stomach. “Yes, you fucking drove me crazy then too. I just had better control.” 

“Nah, its not that you had better control, I think you just like this feral side.” You said honestly, your hand brushing along the side of his face, and he tilted into it, kissing your palm. “It might be you just bring it out of me Sweetheart.” 

“Maybe...” You scooted closer, and dropped across his chest, kissing his lips. “know when I will see you again?” 

“Month, maybe two. Were not entirely sure where we're headed next.” Smoothing his hands along your back and cupping your ass to press your hips into him. “But you can be sure I will be back.” 

Your fingers brush into his hair and you smile at him. “I know you will Steve, and I will be right here waiting.” 

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[justsomefluff]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write a reaction to ATEEZ’s s/o being super warm when she’s asleep? My body is super warm when I sleep I’m literally a human heater, thank you!

Okay #1 sorry for getting to this so late I need to be better lmao. and #2 this is adorable lets do it

Hongjoong:

Okay so you fall asleep waiting for Joongie to get home from practice

and it’s like über late so he figures that you would be asleep anyway

still low-key kinda bummed that you are sleeping

just misses you, ya know?

anyway, once he’s all showered and done with his nightly routine

gets in bed, trying his best to move slowly so he won't wake you up

you kinda shift a little as he settles in, but you don't wake up

he scoots towards you, cause the room is kinda cold

he can literally feel how warm you are before he even touches you

doesn't even care if you wake up anymore

homeboy wants to snuggle

wraps his arms around you from behind

spoon vibes

you don't wake up because you're in a pretty deep sleep by now

just nuzzles his nose in between your shoulder blades

forces his fingers between yours

when he feels you unconsciously squeeze his hand he could cry honestly 

you’re his warm babie

he falls asleep almost immediately after that because he’s so cozy and at peace

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa is making dinner for everyone at the dorms like the mom that he is

everyone is in their rooms, but you decided to keep him company by sitting on the sofa in the living room and just shouting back and forth with him while he cooks 

eventually you stop responding to him and he’s like ????

stomps into the room demanding to know why you won't explain why you think that Toothless is actually cuter than he is

“I LITERALLY AM TOOTHLESS WYM”

shuts up as soon as he sees you and goes soft

cooing at you as he brushes your hair away from your sleeping face

overwhelmed by the urge to hug you

he loves you a lot and he just cant help it okay?

squishes himself on top of you for a second before deciding that you are too warm for him to willingly move from his position

good thing he turned the burner off on the stove because it’s officially nap time now

snuggles himself between you and the couch

if you wake up, he just kind of shushes you and tells you super softly to go back to sleep

Yunho: 

it’s movie night with Yunho!!

best night of the week, no lie

you guys are bickering good-naturedly over the snacks and which movie you’ll end up watching

once you actually settle in to watch something, it’s really late

not even 20 minutes in, you’re eyelids are drooping

Knowing you’re gonna fall asleep, you squeeze your arms around Yunho and get ready to pass out

but he’s squirmy because he’s like “it’s too hottttt, you’re too hottt”

“I know”

“NOT LIKE THAT I MEAN YOU GET HOT WHEN YOU SLEEP”

I feel like Yunho is also a very warm boy when he sleeps so if you aren’t actually in bed, he’s gonna be like “no sleeping on me, imma get sweaty”

but if he’s in bed, he doesn't care you’re gonna snuggle even if he melts

he’ll always give in to you though because he loves you awww

just wraps you up and squishes you to his chest and ends up sleeping too

Yeosang:

his hair im cry

I feel like Yeosang runs kinda cold and he hates it

always seeking out your warmth

if he catches you napping, anywhere and for any reason, he’s joining

it doesn’t matter if he’s tired or not, you better make room because this is a nap date now

makes you hold him a lot

he likes to face you when you snuggle, even if you’re both gonna be sleeping he likes that you’re the first thing he sees when he wakes up uwu

likes to put his cold hands on the back of your neck or your lower back just to tease you

“YEOSANG THATS COLD”

“and you’re warm”

so, by the time you’re both asleep again, he’s warm and you're covered in goosebumps

he’s a heat thief

San:

I feel like San is so unwilling to get up in general, that when he realizes that you’re so warm when you sleep, it just makes it worse lmao

will complain during the day like “I can’t spend the night with you anymore because I’m gonna be late in the morning”

but then can't stop himself from climbing into bed with you at night

whiny baby in the morning

just snuggles closer and closer until you’re pretty much the same person

if you tell him to get up he’ll just mumble stuff

“no...warm...dont wanna”

big baby talking boy

literally hold you so tight and blames you for his own inability to leave the bed lmao

“you’re so mean” “why” “making me wanna stay bc you’re so warm”

let’s face it, he’d wanna stay anyway

he pushes it so close though, always running around in the morning to get ready so that he isn't actually late lmao

Mingi:

you’re waiting him to finish up practicing the new choreography so you guys can go to lunch

just chillin on the couch and watching your boyfriend work his butt off

eventually the dim lights and the steady bass of the song lulls you to sleep and your head falls forward onto your chest

once Mingi is done with practice he looks over at you and sees the uncomfortable position you’re in

walks over to you and lays you down gently on the couch

crawls on top of you and you wake up

“mingi get off you’re so sweaty ew”

“but you’re warm”

makes up some really weird excuse like “my sweat is cold and you're warm so boom equilibrium”

but you’re still half asleep so you can’t even point out the oddness of his argument

also we all know Mingi loves sleep

“what about lunch?” 

and he’ll just hush you and be like “later”

then you end up sleeping until dinner time lmao

Wooyoung:

Wooyoungie is a snuggle bug okay

So if he catches you sleeping...soft mode: activated

but he’s also a big ole tease

so he’d wake you up...rude

you’d be like “why’d you wake me up” 

“snuggles”

and I mean you can’t really be mad at that can you

he likes to leave kisses all over you

and he’ll end up with his face tucked into your neck and falls asleep with his lips pressed against you SO CUTE

and you’re like Wooyoungie why’d you stop

but he’s snoring already and I feel like he whimpers in his sleep and will cuddle closer omg

am I soft for Wooyoung aghhhhhh

Jongho:

STRONG BABY LOVES TO HOLD YOU OKAY

but when you get all warm at night

he moves so that you're holding him

whether he means to do it or not, he is gonna be your babie

you’ll wake up and he's wrapped around your torso, head buried in your tummy

then when he wakes up, he’ll kiss your bellybutton uwu

but then he’ll go back to sleep because you're warm and comfy

and his arms are so tight around you

when you try to get out of bed his grip just tightens

just a little sweetheart honestly

[tinyanimelover]

My World

Requested by @kk2015! Hope you like it ^.^

[Ichigo Kurosaki ; #10: “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”]

Having grown up as the Kurosaki’s neighbor’s, it didn’t surprise their families that their two oldest became the best of friends, practically inseparable. They could constantly be seen together all the time, as mere kids who didn’t understand the difference between male and female, they’d follow each other to the bathroom until they were pulled aside by their parents who explained to them as gently as they could so as not to confuse them in any way. Despite the talk, the two were still close friends, even after Ichigo’s mother died and he sort of retreated into this small bubble, she was still there for him. She was there when he’d skip school, always knowing where he was at, silently offering him consolation since she didn’t know any other way to help him, let alone find the words to say. She felt it wasn't enough, just being there for him wasn't enough, she could tell there was this wall that was beginning to form around Ichigo and it was keeping those around him at bay, even his best friend. When he finally settled into his own skin and somewhat accepted his mother’s death, the wall was still there. She didn’t mind, knowing that there was nothing she could do about it besides continue to be there for him. As they grew older and she settled into herself, she realized she could see these ghosts too, like Ichigo. She kept it to herself of course, in fear that shed be ridiculed, but one day that all changed. Ichigo became a Substitute Soul Reaper and she finally found somewhere she belonged. In a world where ghosts and horrifying creatures was a normal occurrence, she felt like she had a place in the world now, not that Ichigo would allow her to help out whenever he fought hollows and such but it was still soothing for her to know that she wasn't crazy or alone. But his restless nights working to keep Karakura Town safe and going to school as well, was taking a toll on Ichigo. His mood seemed to brighten up with the summer festival coming up, but this time around, Y/n couldn't find a reason to be happy about the festival. Her father was ill and her family was struggling with the thought that he was going to die. She kept this to herself, not wanting to worry anyone and she’d even picked up a job to help pay for the hospital bills. “Are you going to the festival, Y/n?” Orihime asked with a bright grin as they sat in her living room “i cant wait to show off my yukata!”. “Hm? Oh..I’m not going this year” Y/n mustered up a smile “I have to work”. “There’s other days you can go to the festival” Tatsuki pointed out “You can go with us then”. “I don’t think so..my boss’s son has been sick so I’ve been working extra hard at the store and I’ve been stuck with more shifts too..sorry, Orihime-chan, Tatsuki-chan. Maybe next year” she grinned as she got to her feet “Ah, I should get going now, I have the opening shift tomorrow before school”. She waved to the two, “See ya tomorrow!”. Tatsuki sighed as she watched the door close behind Y/n, “..she’s been acting weird lately, don’t you think?”. “Y/n-chan?....yeah, I thought so too” Orihime admitted with a sad smile. Ichigo raised an eyebrow, “You..want me to ask her why she’s been acting differently?”. “You've noticed it too, haven’t you?” Tatsuki asked with arms crossed “She’s hiding something and..I think she needs help but won’t ask for it”. Ichigo sighed, unable to hide his concern. He could tell something was bothering the girl but felt he should wait until she spoke to him about it rather than be invasive. “..I’m sure she’s fine. I’ll stop by her place later and see how’s she’s doing” he assured. He was relieved when he ran into her on the way home, grinning as he caught up to her. But his grin faltered when he saw her eyes were red and puffy despite trying to smile. “What’s up ichigo?” she asked, avoiding his gaze. His eyes were a bit wide “..w..were you crying?” he asked, gently grabbing her shoulders as his eyes narrowed “What happened?”. She let laughs bubble from her lips, gingerly taking his hands off of her “Nothing..long day at work, that’s all”. He stared at her, obviously not believing her lie “..we’re best friends aren’t we?..you can tell me anything, Y/n-chan..”. She hesitated, sighing deeply as she turned around “I..it’s really nothing, Ichigo. I’m fine” she smiled “Promise”. He sighed after a moment, “..if you say so..are you going to the festival?”. She shook her head as they walked beside each other “Nope. I have to work extra shifts. You going?”. He shoved his hands into his pockets “..probably not. if you’re not going then neither am I”. She raised an eyebrow, ‘Why would it matter if I went or not? Besides, I think Orihime would be sad if you didn't go. She likes you, you know~”. “Inoue’s just my friend” he shook his head, “I..like someone else anyways”. She looked away, trying to hide her sorrow over hearing that “I see..well, I’ll see you tomorrow then! Bye Ichigo!” she grinned and waved. “Y/n-chan!” he called after her “If you change your mind and want to talk, just give me a call!”. She kept waving her hand as she walked away, “Nothings wrong, Ichigo~”. 

The next couple of days seemed to go by just fine, she still wouldn't tell Ichigo what was wrong but he was a patient man, wanting her to talk when she was ready. He’d finally gathered the courage to ask her to the festival, but that day Y/n didn’t show up for school. He figured it was the late night shifts at work and she overslept, but she missed the next day as well. And the next. He was worried at this point, “Kurosaki-kun..” Orihime choked out as she entered the classroom “Kurosaki-kun...it’s Y/n-chan..”. He shot up from his chair, wide eyed “W-what’s wrong?”. “Her father’s in the hospital” Tatsuki said with a grim expression as she followed behind Orihime “..he’s been sick for awhile apparently”. It all clicked together and suddenly he felt like shit, for not pressing her harder the last time he saw, the first thing he did after school was go straight to her house. She was in the backyard on the swings they grew up on, sniffling as she cried. “..Y/n-chan..” he let out softly as he approached her. She kept her head hung low as she wiped her eyes, “Guess you heard..”. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend..so why did you keep it to yourself?” he asked, eyes filled with concern “You didn't have to go through that alone, Y/n-chan..”. She let out a sob, “I..didn’t want to worry anyone. Especially you, Ichigo..”. He sighed softly as he brought her into his arms, holding her tightly “Y/n-chan..you mean the world to me. I’d do anything to make you happy..you should've told me, I could've been there for you”. “It..hurts” she choked out as she cried “I want him to be okay, Ichigo..I want him to be okay.”. He gently rubbed her back in circles as he held her, “I know..”. His own eyes grew watery as he knew the pain she was going through all too well, “I-I know..”. “I wanted to tell you so many times” she sobbed “But you seemed busy and..I was so alone...I had to work to help my mom pay the hospital fees..I’m so tired..”. He held her tighter, burying his face in her hair “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay Y/n-chan. I’m here for you, always..so..don’t keep hiding things from me. Alright? I..I care for you..a lot..”. “..thank you Ichigo” she let out in a muffled voice “I really needed a shoulder to cry on and I’m sorry for making you guys worry”. He shut his eyes, unsure if she caught onto his hint or not so he just held her, “..yeah..anytime”.

His hints after that weren’t missed by said girl, but with so much on her plate, she wondered if Ichigo actually liked her or if he just felt bad for her. So she decided to confront him as they walked home after visiting her father. “You alright?” he asked with a raised eyebrow ‘You’ve been quiet since we left the hospital”. “..Ichigo..do you remember when you found out about my dad? You came to see me..” she recalled with a faint frown. “Yeah, i remember” he let out a bit confused. It’s not like he could easily forget that night anyways, he’d subtly confessed to her after all. She stopped walking and let out a breath, D-do you remember what you said to me?”. ”Yeah” he said in a softer tone “..that everything would be okay”. She shook her head, trying to contain her embarrassment “No.a-after that”. His eyes widened slightly as he scratched the back of his neck in attempt to fend off the blush that threatened to crawl onto his cheeks, “W-when I said i..cared about you..a lot..”. She nodded, “..did you mean what you said that night? Or..did you say that because you felt bad for me..?”. His eyes shot open, “N-no! Of course not! I really do like you Y/n-chan..I always have ever since we were younger” he blurted out as he reached a hand out to her “I just couldn't tell you because of..well, the soul reaper stuff and i wasn't sure you’d feel the same. But after what’s going on with your dad, I want to be there for you Y/n-chan. I want to be the shoulder you lean on, I want to be the person you confide in..I want to be..your everything..”. She stared up at him with blurry eyes as the tears fell “..you mean it? because..I could really use someone right now..I’ve liked you for a long time too Ichigo..but i don’t want you to be with me because you feel bad”. He smiled, bringing his hands to her cheeks “Y/n-chan..I’ve liked you for a long time..at this point, I think i can say this without nay problems--”. She furrowed her eyebrows, “Say what?”. He grinned brightly, catching her off guard “I love you, Y/n-chan and I don’t want to live my life without you”.

[primalvessel]

This was supposed to be a birthday present for @azure-steel but writing for a deadline gave me a block halfway through and now it’s too early for sinday so rip me and my timing. ;o;

 But anyway. Happy belated birthday Saphie~ I know it’s two days late I’m sorryyyy. It’s a bit of a mess but I hope you get some enjoyment out of the read nonetheless.

Cut for length and naughtiness

When his deliveries had been completed early because bad weather had moved in and someone had called in to reschedule (it was still incredibly novel to Maru to receive calls to his phone, even if it was only Tifa fielding the occasional call to the office phone and passing on messages while he and Cloud were out), Maru was more than happy to park up his bike in the garage, give it a clean of the mud and grime that built up once it had started raining and head inside for a shower.

With no cancellations on Cloud’s end, it meant that Maru was mostly alone in the residential space above the bar while Tifa prepared to open but since he wasn’t entirely alone and nudity probably wasn’t appropriate, after pulling on some boxers the Miqo’te grabbed a shirt that had been tossed aside in the bedroom and pulled it on, peering down at himself when it didn’t fit quite right.

“He won’t mind...” the Miqo’te murmured to himself with a shrug, leaving Cloud’s shirt on and padding on through to the lounge to put the radio on.

Three hours later, Maru was woken from his nap along the couch to the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and as he began to sit up to see who it was, his eyes met Cloud’s and the blond froze. Maru watched the blond’s gaze drink him in slowly, as if there was something different about Maru that he’d not noticed before.

Holding still, Maru’s teeth sank into his bottom lip as he held still, trying to work out what had come over the courier but even that small motion seemed to do something to the blond, whose gaze snapped up to his lips before trailing back down his neck to the lightly rumpled shirt, riding up just slightly above dark coloured boxers.

He barely had time to put the pieces together before Cloud was approaching.

“Ah, I uh... I borrowed your shirt, I hope you don’t mind...”

Cloud replied with a slightly non-committal hum before resting his knee on the couch between Maru’s legs. “Remind me to let you wear my shirts more often,” he said with a slight husk to his voice, one hand reaching forward to slide up beneath that shirt to glide warm fingers over warmer stomach.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of the Miqo’te’s lips and he chuckled softly, head canting just a little to the side as he observed the low burn of desire in that normally chilly gaze.

“Then... welcome home?” Maru purred softly, reaching for a slightly flushed cheek to draw the blond in for a kiss, one that had the Miqo’te moaning quietly against soft lips when he felt the press of Cloud’s growing hardness against him through the slightly baggy pants.

Tifa could climb the stairs at any moment and catch them there on the couch but the potential for it to happen only spurred the blond on and he reached down to undo and push down his pants. He hadn’t anticipated anything more than getting home, getting warm and getting into bed with a hot drink most likely but the sight of Maru there, laid out along the couch wearing his shirt and no pants like a sight meant only for him, it immediately lit a fire within him, one that was only stoked higher still by the sleep-mussed hair, the teasing glimpse of toned stomach.

Looks weren’t everything, Cloud knew, but it should be illegal for someone to look as delectable as the Miqo’te did especially when wearing his shirt.

Rising from the couch only long enough to discard his pants and grab lube, making very clear his intent, Cloud leaned back over the feline, stroking a hand along one of those strong thighs until he could close fingers around the bottom of Maru’s boxers and tug them down, baring the Miqo’te’s length to the warm air of the living space.

Maru helped where he could and with a growing impatience that likely didn’t compare to Cloud’s, he urged the blond on to prep him, reaching down to stroke himself lazily as the blond’s hurried motions betrayed his eagerness. Occasionally the feline would catch Cloud’s gaze flicking up as if to once again take in the sight of him, sprawled on the couch as he was in a shirt that wasn’t his own.

Desire got the better of them both though and soared only higher still when Cloud was finally buried to the hilt inside his increasingly vocal lover.

Clenching around the thickness filling him, Maru pulled Cloud in for another heated kiss only to break it and bury his face in the blond’s neck to muffle his moan as Cloud shifted his hips just slightly. That was all the adjustment afforded them before Cloud began to thrust, rocking the Miqo’te’s shoulders into the armrest of the couch to the tune of soft thumps, breathy gasps and the meeting of sweaty skin.

When one particularly deep, angled thrust brushed along Maru’s prostate just so, he couldn’t help the shout that left his lips, fingers digging into the back of Cloud’s shirt, clawing and dragging at it, thighs clenching around the blond in reflex.

Maru went scarlet when suddenly there came the sound of footsteps on the stairs, Tifa’s voice calling up ‘Is everything alright?’ before the footsteps halted partway up, there was the very faint sound of boistrous calling from the bar and then the footsteps receded once more. The Miqo’te was whimpering, teeth sunk into Cloud’s shoulder to further muffle the noise as his cock wept pearly beads of precum, the reality of how close they’d come to getting caught, however briefly, making him rock back desperately against Cloud’s cock.

Cloud’s heart was racing, his breathing coming in ragged pants after having been held in a rush of fear and arousal. He couldn’t see the Miqo’te’s face but he could feel the heat radiating from him, feel the spot of damp forming on his shirt where the feline’s textured dick was pressed between them. If he hadn’t known already that the Miqo’te had a thing for exhibitionism or the potential of getting caught, he certainly would have after that close call.

Short nails caught and raked down the side of Cloud’s neck as Maru sought something to cling to, catching on the collar of Cloud’s shirt and pulling the blond in so that he could sink teeth into the junction between neck and shoulder, muffling another soft cry as one of Cloud’s hands slipped between them to stroke along the Miqo’te’s achingly hard cock, feeling the small bumps and ridges beneath his palm even as the feline bucked up towards him.

Breathless with need, hips rocking in increasingly shallow, rapid little thrusts, Cloud didn’t need to say anything for Maru to know he was close and it was the lithe body beneath him clenching around his cock as he thrust deeply that sent him over the edge, groaning softly as he filled his lover through several long, deep thrusts.

Almost at the same time he felt the Miqo’te’s cock twitch, heard the muffled mewl so close to his ear and then the feline was painting his hand and his shirt with ribbons of cum as he spent himself between them.

For a long moment the pair of them remained motionless then, breathing heavily and letting their racing hearts slow. Maru pulled back just enough to nudge his nose against the blond’s jaw, warm breath washing over Cloud’s neck before their lips met in a languid, lazy kiss.

“Wow,” Maru whispered softly, relaxed beneath the blond and peering up at him with a lazy smirk. “We should do that more often.”

Cloud’s reply was a soft snort as he eased his length from within the Miqo’te, enjoying the shudder it wrought in the man beneath him before he carefully began to rise from the couch, using the back of it for support when his legs needed an extra moment to take his weight.

“We should shower, before Tifa comes to check on you,” Cloud rumbled pointedly as he watched his lover slowly sit up and get to his own feet, his eyes drawn to the creep of white slowly trailing down the inside of the feline’s thigh. Already flushed cheeks darkened further and azure eyes turned away before he could incite another round within earshot of their far too keenly hearing housemate.

Despite wanting to hurry so as not to invite further potential to get caught with their pants down (literally), Cloud did wait for the Miqo’te to find his feet before they made their way to the bathroom and if Tifa later wondered aloud to them how the potted plant in the corner came to be wearing Maru’s pants, well... The look they shared wouldn’t be enough to give them away when they claimed to have no idea how they came to be there, right?

[spidergwenstefani]

Finals Week

This is a really self-indulgent semi sequel to this ficlet I wrote a little while ago about theatre major Bucky and frat bro Clint. Apparently this is gonna be the AU i use for pointless fluffy comfort now bc I’m stressed with finals essays and these boys are helping.

I definitely shifted some background characters around since the last fic sorry steve but i don’t super care so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Bucky spins his desk chair around in a lazy circle, watching the moon shining through his apartment window blur into a bright stripe with the rest of his surroundings. Someone on the floor above him has tuned their Spotify to some kind of low-fi study playlist, and Bucky feels genuinely relaxed for the first time in… months, actually.

This last week has been rough. Nearly all of his finals ended up scheduled on the same Friday and Natasha had to actually hold him back from leaping out the library window on Thursday night. It worked out alright. The Lighting Design 201 presentation had gone off shockingly well, the History of Stage Design final was way easier than expected, and his group project for Gender in Shakespeare really pulled through in the end. He half-assed the conclusion for his Dramaturgy essay, but there was only so much he could say about August Wilson without the professor realizing he was just spitting his class notes back at him. So now he’s done. A whole five days before the semester ends, too. It feels like a thousand-pound weight has been lifted off Bucky’s shoulders. He hums along to the slow jam echoing down from his upstairs neighbor, scooping up his phone to check his messages.

Nat (3 hours ago) Congrats on being done with finals

Nat (3 hours ago) If you didn’t turn that gd Fences essay in on time I will climb in through your window and strangle you in your sleep

Steve (2 hours ago) Hey! Me and some buddies were planning on going out for pizza around 7 tomorrow. Do you wanna come with? You can bring Clint so you don’t have to listen to grad students all night.

Steve (2 hours ago) Please say yes. I don’t want to listen to grad students all night.

Nat (42 minutes ago) Have you heard from Clint? He hasn’t answered my texts in hours. Not sure if I should be concerned

Nat (40 minutes ago) Send him a dick pic and see if that gets a response

Clint (3 minutes ago) im fckin dropping uot

Bucky ignores Steve and Natasha for now, typing out a quick response to Clint.

Bucky Well I’m done with finals

Bucky Can I convince you to stay in college with some fantastic Fuck Dramaturgy victory sex?

Clint i dont kno what htat is

Bucky I’ve explained Dramaturgy to you like five times

Clint i cant remembr

Clint what day is it

Clint bucky im dyin :’(

Bucky rolls his eyes, grabbing the keys off his desk and pulling on his sneakers. He would have preferred to avoid the Greek side of campus today if at all possible, but he has an idiot boyfriend to console.

Bucky omw

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Beta Theta Pi is, as far as frat houses go, not the absolute worst. It had still been kind of a shock when Bucky realized Clint actually lives up to his frat bro vibes. Not only lives up to them but embraces them with the same enthusiasm Clint has for any other thing he cares about. Bucky could probably do PR for the Beta charity drives by now after how much Clint has gushed about them. Lord knows he’d do a better job than fucking Pietro.

Bruce answers the door on Bucky’s third knock, looking surprised to see him and vaguely stoned.

“Bucky?” he says after he gets a few blinks out of his system. Bucky wonders if it’s such a good idea to be smoking in his letterman jacket. Coach Fury’s been known to have a nose like a bloodhound. “Clint didn’t say you were coming over.”

“Has he said anything at all in the last twelve hours?” Bucky asks, shouldering past Bruce because he knows he won’t move on his own. Bruce is actually his favorite of Clint’s brothers. He’s chiller than any offensive lineman has a right to be. He does yoga, for fuck's sake. It’s probably the copious amounts of weed that mellow him out in the end, though.

“I dunno,” Bruce says, still blinking his way back to the present. He gives Bucky a slow smile as he shuts the door behind them. “Do you want tea? I made tea.”

“Maybe later,” Bucky says, because he’s just spotted Rumlow studying at the dining table and that’s the one Beta guy he genuinely doesn’t want to see today. He heads for the stairs.

“Wanna play Smash Bros?” Bruce asks as Bucky bolts for the second floor.

“Maybe later,” he shouts over his shoulder.

Clint’s room is at the far end of the hallway, and Bucky frowns at the closed door. Clint’s the kind of endearingly codependent guy that keeps his door open unless absolutely necessary, never wanting to miss out on anything that might be blocked by a thin layer of wood.

He knocks more as a warning than anything, letting himself in and shutting the door softly behind him. All the lights are off and nothing but moonlight illuminates Clint spread dramatically across the floor, staring up at his ceiling fan like he’s hoping it’ll fall on him.

“Fucking Christ,” Bucky mutters, mostly because he’s not sure Clint even heard him come in.

“I’m gonna die,” Clint answers from the floor. “Statistics is actually gonna kill me.”

“You can’t die,” Bucky says, leaning back against the door. “My mom will be crushed if I don’t bring you home for spring break.” The moonlight is making the angles of Clint’s face look especially soft, and Bucky takes a moment to watch him pout before sinking down onto the floor.

“No, it’s too late. I’m dying,” Clint says, shifting to make room on the rug as Bucky crawls over to him. He wraps his arm around Bucky’s shoulders and plants a quick kiss on his forehead before turning his glazed look back up at the ceiling fan. “You’ll come to my funeral, right?”

“Obviously,” Bucky snorts, sliding his hands under Clint’s t-shirt. He knows his fingers are ice cold, but Clint doesn’t even flinch.

“Wear black, okay? Something sexy, so my enemies get jealous of the hot piece of ass I bagged before kicking the bucket.”

“Should I cry?” Clint hasn’t seen Bucky act yet, but he’s totally going to audition for The Laramie Project next semester and blow his fucking mind.

“As much as possible. Maybe mention how much you’ll miss my massive dick.”

“I will,” Bucky says emphatically. He looks up at the ceiling fan and takes a deep breath, doing his best to bring tears to his eyes. “I’ll never love another dick as much as I loved his.” Bucky’s voice comes out impressively choked up. “I’m cursed to a life of longing. The only man who can satisfy me is lost forever.” Bucky blinks a single tear down his cheek, and Clint’s staring at him when he finally turns back.

“Holy shit,” Clint says, moving to wipe at Bucky’s cheeks like he’s actually worried about him. “Do exactly that, please. When did you learn how to cry on command?”

“When my third sister was born,” Bucky answers smugly. “I didn’t appreciate how much more attention tutus and pigtails got, so I had to find my own edge.”

“Becca’s sent me a few pictures that say you still cashed in on tutus and pigtails.” Clint rolls onto his side so he can face Bucky better, pulling him closer with a hand around his waist.

“I rocked those butterfly clips better than she could ever dream,” Bucky says, and Clint buries his laugh in Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky runs a hand up and down Clint’s back. “What day is your Stats final?” That earns him a despondent groan.

“Monday. I’m so gonna fail.” Clint’s voice is muffled by Bucky’s sweatshirt. “Why the fuck did I decide on a Business major?”

“Because you’re smart,” Bucky insists. Clint shakes his head weakly against his shoulder and Bucky smacks him lightly on the arm. “You are. You’re smart and practical, and once you have your diploma you and Nat can move to New York and open your gym.”

Clint mumbles something into his sweatshirt that Bucky doesn’t quite catch.

“What?” he asks, and he tugs the back of Clint’s shirt just enough to get him to scoot backward and speak clearly.

“I said you’ll be there too,” Clint repeats, rubbing his thumb back and forth across Bucky’s side and making an effort to keep his eyes anywhere but on Bucky’s. “Designing costumes on Broadway. Having a meltdown every other day.”

“Exactly,” Bucky says, and Clint looks up long enough to give him a hesitant smile. “And on tech week I’ll gripe to you all night long and make you rub my feet.”

“Sounds like a dream,” Clint says, and his voice is too soft to be joking. Bucky leans forward to kiss him. Clint brings his hand up to Bucky’s face, brushing his thumb over his cheek while they lose themselves for a moment or two.

“It’ll be awesome,” Bucky says once he’s pulled away. “And all you have to do is pass one dumb Stats final. It’s all easy street after that.”

“No it’s not,” Clint says, but his face doesn’t seem quite as pinched with worry. Bucky shrugs one shoulder.

“Maybe not, but this is all you have to think about right now. And even if you don’t pass, which you will, Momma Barnes will be waiting at the train station, ready to fill that void of disappointment with cookies and brisket. They offer Stats over the summer. You can even get Bruce to help you study.”

Clint smiles a little easier and presses a kiss to Bucky’s cheek.

“Bruce offered to help me study earlier this week, actually.” Bucky raises his eyebrows at him.

“And you’re not taking him up on it? Bruce is pretty much Einstein. You know that, right? What are you doing in here when you could be getting schooled on Stats in the library?”

“Well, you’re here,” Clint says and Bucky just knows his smile goes all dopey at that. “And I think even Einstein would struggle with Stats after smoking that much weed.”

“You’ll study with him tomorrow though, right?” Bucky’s not going to let Clint throw him off that easy. Clint rolls his eyes, but he nods. “Steve invited us to get pizza tomorrow. I’ll pay, as a reward for studying.”

“Steve invited us, or Steve invited you?” Clint asks, scrunching up his nose. Bucky snorts, shoving at Clint half-heartedly.

“Steve invited us. To go out with him and his friends. I dunno why you hate him so much. He thinks you’re pretty cool.”

“I don’t hate him,” Clint says defensively, but he still shifts forward to wrap his arms possessively around Bucky. “I just want to make sure he knows that the position of Bucky’s Buff Blond Boyfriend is already happily filled. Also, fuck him. I’m really cool.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Bucky says. He’s kind of stuck in Clint’s steel trap of a hug. “It’s not like that. First of all, I don’t date grad students, and second of all we totally have more of a big brother-little brother sort of thing going on. I think he’s more into Tony, anyway.”

“Aw, gross,” Clint laughs, letting Bucky out of his death grip. “They deserve each other.”

“People probably say the same thing about us,” Bucky says. Clint grins at him, opening his mouth to share some kind of smart-ass response. A knock on the door cuts him off and makes them both jump.

“Do you guys have pants on?” Bruce’s voice comes through the door way louder than necessary. “If you don’t, sorry. Keep doing your thing or whatever. We’re starting a new Smash tournament, though, if you wanna join.”

“No, Bruce. C’mon man,” Bucky hears Sam say, and there’s the sound of scuffling feet like Sam’s trying to yank Bruce back from the door. “They’re probably having their own Smash tournament in there.”

“Bucky would have invited me,” Bruce insists, and Clint sits up with a laugh.

“We have pants on, Bruce,” he calls, and the door opens a moment later.

“Are you guys just sitting in the dark?” Bruce frowns down at Bucky, who’s still sprawled across the rug.

“Yeah,” Clint says, and then because he catches Bucky’s meaningful look, “Are you busy tomorrow? Think you could help me with Stats?”

“Yeah,” Bruce says, smiling easily. Bucky thinks Clint looks relieved, like he actually thought Bruce might say no. “We can go to the library.”

“Alright, Bruce.” Bucky stands up, offering a hand and hauling Clint to his feet too. “Let’s smash. I call the pink controller.”

[loserkusen]

A Change of Heart

It’s 20-BiTeen bitches!!! In celebration the girl in this fic is bi, like yours truly, cause representation matters and if you don’t like it block me. Anyways the anticipated Julian fic.

Oh yeees 😍 can you write a jealous Julian blurb ?♥️

Based off FACE by BROCKHAMPTON 🧡

Word Count: 2,179

She never though she’ll end up in the same position again. After how hard she had worked to convince herself that love wasn’t for her and that it was okay, she found herself stuck in the same spot as always. Wishing she hadn’t started anything to begin with.

(Y/N) had been seeing Julian for a couple of months now. Due to the amount of men and women that had broken her heart, she hated admitting the feelings he evoked in her. The deep connection they had formed was nothing she had felt before which exited her, but made her fearful of the unknown emotions. So she remained guarded and made their relationship as informal as possible. No titles. No commitments. Simply two people getting along and having casual sex.

What she didn’t expect was for her to be sitting in Julian’s kitchen at 2am debating whether to return to bed with the boy she was falling for or to gather her belongings as quickly as possible and walk away from him like she had done many times before. She always felt horrible after the latter, but it was the only thing she could think of doing whenever she laid wrapped up in his arms wondering how she was going to save herself the heartbreak this time.

The sudden hand on her waist startled her causing her to jump off the kitchen stool. Luckily, the familiar arms held her up saving her the pain and embarrassment of hitting the floor.

"What are you doing up right now?" He held her closer, his feathery hair brushing against her cheek.

"I um- I couldn't sleep" she sat back down turning in the seat to face him. His sleep clouded face and shirtless body stood illuminated by the dim light peaking in through the windows. "I have a headache and was wondering if you had pain killers. I thought they'll be in the kitchen, but I couldn't find them."

"They're in the bathroom angel. You should've asked me."

“I didn’t want to wake you.” Your gaze diverted away from him. Doing anything to avoid his eyes hoping he wouldn't see your watery ones.

"You okay?" He stepped closer, his fingers caressing your cheek as he lifted your chin. Silence followed his words. She wasn't. She was quickly realizing she was far from okay. Falling for someone who seemed too good for her. Unable to accept the possibly that he could be the one exception. Slowly slipping into a state she promised she would never come close to again.

"I'm just tired Julian." He starred into her eyes for a moment before nodding and reaching for her hand. She followed him back to his room, silently getting under the covers as he searched his bathroom cabinet for the pills. Julian returned with a glass of water and a crewneck sweatshirt too.

"You should put this on. Being cold is probably going to make it worse." You pulled on his soft sweater which happened to smell like his favorite cologne. The familiar scent worked to calm you down and soon enough your stress induced headache settled down. Not much later, you felt Julian's grip on your waist tightening. His arm pulling you close to his chest was becoming a routine whenever you slept over. He held on throughout the night up until the morning. Almost as if trying to make you stay forever.

The next morning, Julian was awakened by the sound of your feet shuffling around his room. He took a deep breath not wanting to open his eyes and see you rushing to leave him once again. His sad reality hit him at the feeling of the empty spot next to him on the bed. Hesitantly, he sat up catching your attention from across the room.

"Hey Julian." She looked caught off guard as she stumbled trying to step into her boots as quickly as possible. "I didn't think you'll be up this early." She looked tense. The quiet room heightened her uneasiness as Julian remained quiet simply gazing at her. It took a couple of minutes for Julian to break the dense silence eating away at both of them.

"Do you have to leave?" His voice was faint making her feel worse for trying to leave unnoticed once again. She turned around searching for her bag trying to avoid his stare. The truth was, she did have to leave. She had to leave before she did something she regretted. Running away from him temporarily allowed her to breathe. She felt like one more moment with him would reveal the inescapable fact she had been trying to avoid for months now; she was in love with him. She was afraid her brain would win over her heart and she'll break whatever relationship they had out of fear of being mistreated again. Julian had stood up now. His hair laid flat against his forehead and various purple marks scattered around his neck. "We could go get breakfast if you want. I would cook for you, but that wouldn't be really smart." He tried to ease the tension sensing your anxious state.

"I actually promised Rachel she could meet me at my place this morning." You turned around finding him closer to you than before. "I'm probably running late at this point." Your hands searched through your bag making sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. His hand reached forward lifting your chin while his other arm wrapped around your waist. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips just hoovering over yours. unable to resist the urge, you leaned forward pressing your lips to his. He pulled you closer, the kiss quickly escalating. After a minute that felt simultaneously like just a second and an eternity, he pulled back but remained close to you.

"Why cant you just stay? At least one time." He stood over you, his eyes trying to read the true emotions hiding behind yours. You stood quietly allowing yourself to lean into his touch. "You always leave (Y/N). I don't understand why." The frustration in his calm voice pulled at your heartstrings.

"Julian I have to go. I'm not doing this right now." You turned on your heel making your way out of his room and straight towards his front door. It was impossible to stop the tears as you walked outside towards your car. Knowing Julian wouldn't follow you, you remained inside your car taking deep breaths to calm your heavy breathing before starting the car on your way to your house.

"I don't know what to do Rachel!" You had been arguing with your best friend over your situation for over an hour at this point. It was all pointless. The conversation just kept going in circles.

"Just admit that you're in love with him and let him know! He wants you (Y/N). I don't understand how you can't see that." She sat on your couch nonchalantly causing your irritation to rise.

"You just don't understand Rachel. How many times did someone else seem to want me before? And how many times did that not end up with me crying over them to you?" You ran your hands through your hair in utter exasperation at the inability to do anything to help yourself. "I don't want to get hurt again. I promised this wouldn't happen to me again, Rachel."

"Just give him a chance (Y/N). He's Julian! Not some trashy guy I warned you about before. He's just as fucked over by the fact that you're not together yet as you are." Tears you thought you couldn't have anymore began to stream down your face again for what seemed like the hundredth time in just a couple hours. "Come here." You slowly walked to your best friend who sat waiting with open arms. You buried your face into her neck silently letting it all out. She knew how much this was hurting you even if you were the only one overthinking the situation. You sat with her for a couple minutes, her hand soothingly running up and down your back. The quiet moment was interrupted by the front door opening revealing a distressed Julian who just stared at the both of you. Quickly you wiped your tears standing up feeling the lump in your throat returning.

"Julian, what are you doing here?" The tension you felt before had returned, only this time it was worse. You saw Rachel shifting behind you probably just uncomfortable as you were.

"I wanted to talk to you. I didn't know I was intruding I'm sorry. I'll leave." His voice was higher than normal hinting that he was trying his hardest to hold back. You stayed quiet simply staring back at Julian who still stood in your living room despite his words.

"You're not intruding. I was about to go." Rachel broke the silence quickly grabbing her phone and walking out the house before you could stop her. Julian remained quiet even with Rachel gone which left you no other option but to start the inevitable conversation you had been dreading.

"What do you want to talk about Julian." You sat back down hoping he would follow.

"You know why I'm here (Y/N)." Tip toeing around the subject wasn't going to help either of you.

"Don't be ambiguous Julian. Please get to the point." He took a deep breath before unleashing everything he had been holding in.

“What are you waiting for?” His words instantly jab at your heart. “Do you just want to sleep around with me for eternity? Do you just want someone to not be alone?” You kept quiet knowing he had every right to complain. “What do you want us to be?” He turned his body towards you now hoping to get a response from you.

"It’s not that easy, Julian.” You knew that's not what he wanted to hear, but that was sadly the only thing you could come up with without completely breaking down.

“Do you even really want to be with me? Do you want to be with somebody else? Do you want to be with Rachel?” The comment instantly caused you to snap your head towards him.

“What are you talking about?” Out of everything he could have said this was the last thing you could've thought about.

“I just don’t understand what you want! We spend every second possible together. We talk about everything. And no matter how much closer I think I get to you, you always walk away. You walk back to her. And if that's what you want, then that's okay. Just tell me. Talk to me. Don't ignore whats going on.” You shook your head not knowing how to express every single thought that was currently running through your mind.

"Julian it is definitely not what you think. I don't want to be with Rachel. She's just my best friend and the only one I've been able to talk to about this whole mess. She's not part of it." You instantly shut down his suspicion moving on to the painful part. "And I don't blame you, okay? Not even I know what I want at this point." The tears unwillingly resurfaced. "I just want to be happy." You gave up all composure you had, immediately slumping forward dropping your face into your hands. Not two seconds passed before Julian was next to you holding you close to him.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head.

"No Julian. This isn't on you. It's on me. We're in this mess because I don't trust myself to be in a relationship again. Every time I try, everything goes wrong. I don't want that again." You finally looked up to see him. His eyes soft and empathetic. “You have no idea how many times I’ve been fucked over Julian. How many times I’ve been lied to.”

“I would never lie to you.” You smiled reaching for his hand, squeezing it softly.

"I know. And that's why I don't want to fuck this up for us." Julian pulled his hand back placing both of them on your shoulders now.

"Listen. I know people have treated you wrong, okay? I can see it. You’re hurt. You don’t trust that we'll work out. You don't believe I can love you. But you’re wrong this time, baby.” He smiled looking at you wishfully. "You're completely wrong."

“I’m being cautious Julian.” The more he spoke the less your argument seemed valid.

“You’re being cautious with the wrong person. I just want to love you." You sat up moving towards him now, his arms instantly on your waist pulling you onto his lap. He pressed kisses against your face as he held you tightly. You held his cheek, your fingers ghosting over the light stubble, as Julian moved forward capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

"Good thing I already love you, Julian." You felt his lips forming a smile as you mumbled the words into the kiss.

"I know you do." He pressed his lips against yours once more. "Because I do too."

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pwompt: juno has a melt down and tries to call peter, peter cant answer, juno keeps calling, peter comes back to like 50 missed calls from juno and hes like Oh Shit and juno doesnt pick up when he calls back bc. meltdown. and then a few days and more missed calls later peter comes home and juno is Messed The Fuck Up bc self doubt and yeha (i tried making this shorter than the other one so i wouldnt have to send 2 asks again ajdjdjdn)

The very moment Juno gets into his apartment, slamming the door shut perhaps a little too loud and effectively startling himself even further, he can’t help but to fall to the floor. Buries his face in his hands, pulls at his hair, smacks his forehead a few times, sees the tears fall onto his quivering knees. Slams his head against the wall behind him and lets out a whine, and everything is coming in like a drill to his skull and it fucking *hurts* and Juno doesn’t know how to stop it, doesn’t know if he’s even capable of stopping it, and it’s all crowded and horrible.

He flaps his hands and it doesn’t help, claps and it doesn’t help, rocks as much as he can and nothing is helping and he doesn’t know why and it’s all just… bad. He can’t figure out any other terms for it, not right now, with everything refusing to sort itself out in his head, all his thoughts merging into one nonsensical mess of sounds and words that is impossible to comprehend. Just taking up space that Juno doesn’t know how to get back. He slams his head against the wall again because it doesn’t help but it feels like something and it makes that pile of thoughts tremble a bit and maybe if he does it enough everything will unravel. He doesn’t know. He’s frantic.

After enough shifting-of-things, though, he gets one fragment that is useful to him; Peter. Peter had told him that, if he felt like this or if anything like this happened then Juno needed to call him right then and they would take it from there, and perhaps other ways of solving it if that didn’t work out but Juno couldn’t reach out far enough to touch those. So he needs to call Peter. Okay. He can do that, he thinks, has done it before, can do that (had he done it when he was like this, he wasn’t sure, couldn’t remember exactly but surely it wasn’t that different?).

It takes him a few minutes to get up because everything is intruding and it feels like there’s twenty cinderblocks weighing him down, but he manages. Walking is harder than he thought, and he has to stop a few times because his legs are unsteady and the sound of his own footsteps is suddenly the equivalent of nails against a chalkboard. Juno eventually settles with just keeping his hands over his ears, and it doesn’t help much and all he wants to do is flap his hands and bang them against his head a little but they’re keeping some of the sound out right now so he can’t do that. Deep breaths. It’s hard, when even that seems too loud for right now, when all he wants is complete, utter silence. Except for maybe Peter’s voice, because that made him feel safer, calmer.

He stumbles over to his comms (he’d left it in his apartment because back before this he’d still been out of sorts, less than now but still, and had forgotten it), dials Peter’s number with trembling fingers. Juno’s sitting on the floor again, tired of standing, needs something firm beneath him instead of just blank air. The ringing of the comms is going to make his head split open, and he covers his ears again even though it doesn’t help too much because at least it muffles it all a bit. He groans, which turns into another sob, and he moves his hands up so now his forearms are covering his ears and his hands are gripping his hair. Spikes of pain that maybe distract him the slightest bit, and it hurts but Juno can’t find it in himself to stop.

Peter doesn’t pick up the first time, so Juno tries again because Peter has to. Peter’s—Peter’s *going to*, it might just take a few tries but Peter’s going to because that’s what they’d talked about and Peter hadn’t lied, he didn’t lie. But then, did Juno, did Juno *know* that? Had Peter been lying? And Juno just hadn’t realized, because he tries again and there’s still no answer and maybe Peter hadn’t been lying to him and maybe Peter was just mad at him and Juno didn’t know which one was worse. He tries calling again and it’s all getting harder by the second and everything is making less sense and Peter was mad at him wasn’t he and Juno had fucked up again and Peter wasn’t going to come back and Peter was mad at him and it’s a loop that Juno can’t get out of and he screams because he doesn’t know what else to do. He tries calling for another thirty minutes, and he’d try for more but by then he’s too far down and he doesn’t know *how* anymore and he just cries and hits himself and nothing’s getting better.

Four hours later, nothing has changed, except Juno is quite a bit louder and is finding it quite a lot harder to control how much he’s hitting himself and with how much force and everything hurts and is loud and there are scratches and bruises all over his arms because he can’t *stop*. And when his comms start to ring, he doesn’t check to see who it is, just throws the thing across the room and screams again because it barely even registers that it’s Peter calling and all Juno comes up with is that the buzz is too shrill and sharp and he hates it and Peter’s just going to yell at him. He wants to leave but he doesn’t know how he would go about doing that or where he would go or anything so he just stays where he is and tries to make everything not so intense. He does not succeed in those efforts; if they could even be called efforts at all.

Juno doesn’t manage to get himself into bed until the early hours of the morning, can’t focus enough on the clock to say when, but he thinks it’s after midnight and before four in the morning. He’s still shaking, still crying then, but he’s exhausted and knows that Peter, if he does come back, would probably be more angry at him if Juno passed out on the floor. Or maybe not. Juno doesn’t know but he thinks it’s better to be safe than sorry in this situation. When he wakes up, he feels the same as he did last night, and even though he knows it’s because he didn’t help it at all so when he slept it wasn’t fixed which means now it’s more broken, that doesn’t mean he feels any less scared.

There is a voice in the back of his head that sounds exactly like Peter’s telling him to get out of bed because you’ll only feel worse if you stay like this, Juno, I’ll help you with anything you need me to, except Peter wasn’t there so Juno didn’t know if that was worth anything. So he doesn’t get out of bed, because he feels too numb and tired to even move, and his brain-body translation service is out of order for today. He’s just… worn out. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s had an episode like this one, because Peter was always there to fix things before Juno shattered them further, but now Juno was alone again and probably would be for a while and now he’s helpless again because that’s how it always fucking turns out, isn’t it?

Juno doesn’t eat or anything for, for a while. Rest of the day. Just stays in bed. Goes in between meltdowns and shutdowns and can’t find a comfortable place to reside and it’s hard, everything’s *hard*, and Peter was supposed to come back tonight but Juno doesn’t think he’s going to. Until, well, the door to his bedroom opens and it’s sudden and part of Juno wants to break down and cry and hurt all over again but the other is just too fucking worn out. He can’t stay on the tightrope between them, but at the same time his brain doesn’t seem to be falling to either side and Juno can’t control what he’s doing, so he just waits until something happens.

That something being Peter, in the doorway, softly saying, “Juno, love.” And Juno’s done for. He blinks, and suddenly Peter’s beside him and going on and on about something, his words tumbling out too fast for Juno to keep up with and there’s tears falling rapidly down Juno’s cheeks and this is where the shoe dropped, then. So when Peter doesn’t stop or slow down, just keeps on sounding so *like that*, Juno gives up on it all and just screams for a few seconds and hits Peter’s shoulder. Peter goes silent, then, holds a hand out tentatively. Juno hesitates, then, because Peter doesn’t seem to be yelling at him, takes it.

“Dear,” and Peter’s slower and gentler now, that’s a relief, “I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry. I should have come home earlier, should have picked up the call the first time you tried. I’m so sorry, sweetheart, and I- *Juno*.”

Peter’s tone goes firm and shaky somehow simultaneously, when he says Juno’s name, and Juno follows his eyes and Peter’s looking at his arms and oh, maybe Juno had done more damage than he’d though. “I’ll… I’ll get you fixed up, as soon as you’re alright with that. I’m not upset with you at all, darling, I promise. This is my fault; you couldn’t control what happened, and I’m sure everything was very frightening, then. I love you.”

Juno is not sure about how good he’s going to be at talking, right now, so he doesn’t. Peter’s looking at him with this, this *importance* that Juno can’t quite name. Juno’s trembling, still. Peter asks quietly, “Is it alright if I hug you? Would you like that, right now?” Juno gives a nod that’s so tiny it barely even qualifies as one, more accurately labeled a twitch, but Peter seems to understand. He slowly wraps his arms around Juno, resting his chin on Juno’s head, making Juno feel a bit more… secure, or something. He goes limp, a little, lets Peter hold him up. Glances down at his arms again, and, well, Peter was right to worry, and Juno hadn’t exactly remembered doing that and he goes to hit himself again because—because a lot, but Peter stops him before he can, a weak grip on his wrist. “Don’t hurt yourself, love. You’ve already done enough of that, I think.”

Juno still trembles, and he still cries a little more, but Peter ends up lovingly soothing the jagged lines all down his arms anyway, and it’s… nice. Everything’s not fixed just like that, of course, it doesn’t work like that, as much as Juno wanted it to. But it’s less bad, maybe. And that means something.