#i’m working on requests and ooooh god

[runa-falls]

Soo, (reffing to fluffer ff) how do you think the boys would react if they couldn't request you because you're working with somebody else or if they see you working with someone else?

ooooh shitttttt 🫢 alright, let's explore that shall we?

a/n: uhhh….i’m so sorry that this took so long omg 😭 i love you nonnie, i just forgor~ i'm making a second part to this where they find out reader was an amateur porn star before she became a fluffer :3 it's mostly all smut ngl, so anyway...

cw: explicit smut w/ jake only.. sry marc/steven hoes (18+), jealous!marc [angst, fluff], soft!steven [fluff[, out-of-pocket!jake [straight smut], inaccurate depiction of sex work, dirty talk, not proof-read!!

w/c: 1.7k [my baddd]

Fluffing for Others:

Being a fluffer was your job before you met the boys and you continued to do it after. The thing is, after you met the boys, you were so busy working with them that your already limited work schedule had no space for other clients.

But occasionally, one of your earlier clients will request you months in advance for a big project, and you have no reason to decline them (that is, until the boys convince you to stop working).

Marc [slight angst, fluff]:

"Sorry baby, I can't make it Tuesday, I have another client--"

Marc was just telling you about his next production that's set to film in the next few days.

Of course, he springs the gig on you just as it's about to happen.

He always does this, assuming you'd be free, and happy to join him. He never gives you more than a week to prepare, and usually you're fine with it. But this time, you're busy.

"Wait, another client?" You nod, but he's still not getting it, like he can't believe his ears. "Like a different client? Like an 'outside of this body' client?" You sigh.

Of course, he's reacting like this.

"Yes Marc, an old friend called and booked me for the week. I put it on the joint calendar, didn't you see it?" His eyebrows furrow as he takes in your words. "He's doing a movie length exclusive, so he called way in advance."

"But...but what about me?" He pouts -- literally pouts -- as he walks closer to you, backing you against the kitchen counter.

You raise a brow, "What about you?"

"What am I gonna do?" His hands hold you by the waist, pulling you close while he nuzzles his nose against your neck. He does this when he's trying to comfort himself -- buries his face against your body and holds you close.

He's so dramatic.

"Don't be so whiney, Marc. A girl's gotta work too." He hmphs in discontent as he hoists you onto the edge of the counter. You loop your arms around his neck easily and make him look at you. His soft brown eyes shyly meet yours, "I don't complain when you fuck your co-workers."

"That's--"

You send him a warning look, "I swear to god if you say it's different..."

"No, you're right, honey..." He's sheepish when he looks at you, realizing how his jealousy got the best of him once again. "I just...want you all to myself sometimes." You peck him on the cheek, then his jaw, then his neck, suppressing a smile as he leans into you with a sigh. He's so easy.

"I'm yours, baby." His hands squeeze at your waist at those words. He loves hearing you say that. Loves that you're here in his kitchen, always ready to receive his needy affection.

"So... are you free next week?"

You snort.

"Marc, you can't keep moving your productions for me. You could always find another back-up fluffer..."

"Not doing it without you." He mumbles, lips brushing against yours.

You lean into him and your noses nudge against each other. You're not quite kissing him, but when you're looking into his eyes like this, it feels just as intimate.

"Yeah, I'm free."

He grins, "Good. It's a date." He captures your lips in his and you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer.

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Steven [fluff!]:

Telling Steven was pretty easy. He knew about it before you even told him, seeing it on the 'family calendar' that you forced each boy to join.

"You need a ride to production Monday? I could call you an early cab as we don't have a car and all. Don't want you to have to catch the bus."

Steven is lying next to you, having woken up in the body this morning. He's always been more of a morning person compared to the other boys, despite looking perpetually tired.

"Aw, thanks honey, but I'm fine. Their sending a company car since it's such a long filming schedule." You snuggle up closer to him, craving his warmth from the morning coolness that blows through the flat. He lets you settle against him, wrapping an arm around your torso.

"A company car? ...fancy."

"Anything is fancier than our usual walk and transit ride." You giggle against the thin fabric of his shirt, slightly muffling your words with how closely you cling to him.

Steven is dressed in Marc's pajamas: a tight undershirt and briefs, clothes you rarely get to see Steven in when he's fronting. Usually, he prefers looser clothing made of soft and comfy materials.

You can't complain though. Seeing Steven (unintentionally) show off his built body while acting all cozy and sweet makes you heat with want.

"You don't mind I'm working for other clients again?"

He tilts his head as if he's just now considering it.

"No, why would I? It's your job, just like how I have mine."

You pause, surprised by how cool he is with it.

"Oh...yeah."

“I actually thought you'd be doing this more often..." You look up at him, meeting his soft and sleepy gaze, "I mean, I thought everyone would be requesting you." He whispers, unsure if you'd appreciate his comments.

You hum, "I only had one company that hired me as a general assistant and only three regulars." You smile at him, remembering the first time you met him, "But then I met you guys, and you took over my whole life."

"...Then we met you, and now you're our life." Your heartbeat picks up at his words. It feels like something is squeezing at your chest in the most pleasant way possible.

Steven never realizes how poet and sweet he can be. You truly believe he just says whatever is on his mind.

"But you still work, and I still need to work..."

"You’re so beautiful, sweetheart, anyone would be lucky to be in your presence, let alone touched by you.”

You bite your bottom lip, hard.

How can he say such wonderful things? Make you feel so tender and loved that you could fall apart under his gentle gaze?

Intense emotions tighten in the back of your throat and all you can do is hold him closer, clutch him until he can feel what you're unable to voice.

"I love you, Steven. You know that right?" It's barely rasped out, but he hears it.

"Of course, darling." He pecks the top of your head, "You know I love you more, though."

A smile pulls at your lips, "Impossible. I love you so much you can't even comprehend it."

He chuckles before offering his rebuttal, "Well actually..."

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Jake (NSFW 18+):

Jake took it as well as you thought he would...

His hand squeezes lightly at the sides of your throat, testing the waters as he continues to rapidly thrust into you. You wince as his fingers dig into the fresh bruises that he suckled into your skin earlier.

“Bet they wish they could fuck you like this...feel you quiver around their cock," You groan as he angles his cock to drag against the walls of your cunt, expertly nudging against that explosive spot inside of you. "But they can’t, because your mine, right honey?”

You nod wordlessly, barely able to comprehend what he said.

He buries himself deep inside of you with a huff and holds himself there until you're squirming under him. "Right?" He grits out, frustrated with your lack of response.

Your body shakes as his cock continues to press flush against the back of your cunt, sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure all over. You feel so full, completely stretched, and filled to the brim; you can barely move without crying out.

"Yes, yes, please, Jake, I'm yours--"

He pulls out briefly before swiftly pushing back in and it feels like you had the wind knock out of you. "That's right, baby, take it. Show 'em who you belong to."

You shutter out breathes as he works himself into your body, holding you down so you can't move a muscle without him knowing. Sloppy sounds remind you just how needy you are for him, how much you love it when he treats you like this.

Jake lets you go and work for clients, but he'll be damned if you go without his mark on you. Without a physical reminder that you're his.

It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust them.

You're the perfect woman, someone he couldn't resist when he was just a client to you. So how can he be sure your other clients won't try to woo you like he did?

"Fuck, honey," He growls, grinding his hips against yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible so he can cum deep inside of you. "You're so good to me, letting me do this when you gotta be on set in an hour..."

Your head is tilted back, and eyes are closed tight as you desperately try to hold back your orgasm, waiting for him. You whine as he rubs your clit, legs trembling around him.

"Please, Jake, cum for me...c-cum inside..."

"You gonna keep it all in for me, baby? Keep me stuffed inside of you as you jerk some loser off?" You cry, clenching around him as he coos at you, unable to hold back anymore.

"Mm... that’s right, honey, let go. Go ahead, soak me." He grunts when he feels you flutter around him and pushes in deeper, enjoying how tight you get when he talks dirty to you.

You writhe pathetically under him as you ride out your high, whimpering as he sharply fucks a few last thrusts into you before painting your walls with warmth. He fills you so much it starts to drip out of you as he pulls out.

His fingers push it back in before anymore could escape and ruin the couch under you. He hums thoughtfully as he fingers you, making sure you're all filled up for the day.

"Looks like you're ready for work." His eyes drift over your lust bitten lips, the marks covering your neck, and the mess at the center. He smirks, proud of his work.

"Thanks, baby." You smile sweetly.

You really do have the best boyfriends in the world...

[ickyarson777]

Ooooh requests! I have one! I am dying for gamer boyfriend iii. Maybe playing games with him? Or just snuggling up with him, playing with his hair, while he slaughters digital zombies? XD Whatever you think!

GODS YES PLEASE

ahem anyway, of course love i can definitely do that for you! and thanks for the request! i hope it lives up to your expectations!!

content warnings: none!! just fluff and games today. tried to stay as gn with the reader as i could. only things used for them is 'love,' and 'lovely.'

notes before we start, this is about *not* about the actual people in the band, just the characters they’ve created on stage.

that being said, here you go! it's a bit short, wish it was longer but this was fun to write :)

Word count: 843

I curled up in bed, scrolling mindlessly through my phone, glancing every now and then at III, back facing me as he played his game. Since he’d downloaded Skyrim, he’d been playing it every chance he got. He talked a lot while playing, so I now had my own fair share of knowledge about the game.

“These damned draugr,” he’d mutter every now and then. “Fuck, dragon’s gonna eat my ass!” he’d groan as his character got snatched up. 

He was never one to scream angrily while playing, something I appreciated. He would, however, get very worked up, shaking me around and celebrating when he finally would pass a section of the game that was giving him trouble.

He’d lean over, ask if I saw how many times he’d died trying to pass that specific section, I’d tell him, laughing, ‘yes, I did see you die over and over, you sure you didn’t do it on purpose?’ He’d gasp in mock offense, ‘Seriously love? You think I’d willingly get fucked over by that shit over and over like that?’ then he’d lean in for a kiss, something to make up for the lack of focus on me, and get right back in. 

Tonight however, we played together. He’d recently bought a Nintendo Switch, and we’d spent the past couple nights staying up playing Mario Kart. We sat next to each other, leaning forward on our knees, deeply focused on the race. I’d hit him with a shell, he’d throw a banana peel. Each time I overtook him, or vice versa, the other would cry out in both frustration, laughter, or an attempt to rile the other up. Eventually after we’d played for a few hours, we’d lose count of the score and take a break to go get some snacks from the kitchen. After making our way back to the room, arms full of snacks and drinks, we’d lay back in the bed and he’d talk my ears off about anything and everything he could think of. 

“There’s a new Zelda game that came out, a sequel to Breath of the Wild! Supposed to have two whole new maps and shit,” he’d tell me, running his fingers through his long hair. “Can’t wait to play it.” 

I smile at him and yawn softly. 

“Getting tired, love? Or tired of losing Mario Kart,” he said with a stupid smirk. 

I scoff at his question, “You’d like to think I was losing wouldn’t you?”

He chuckles at me, “Of course I think that, ‘cause it's the truth.”

“Whatever,” I say , rolling my eyes. I lean back in the bed and slip under the covers. “Think I’m done for the night.”

He sighs dramatically, “Guess we’ll have to settle our score tomorrow then.”

“Mhmm,” I hum in agreement. I watch him as he picks the controller up again, and closes the game. He turns the tv down a bit, and opens Skyrim again. I watch through eyes fluttering, trying to stay awake a bit longer as he begins his in-game trek across the map, trying to reach new locations, every now and then stopping to fight some monster, creature or enemy in his path. Carefully, I nudge him with my foot and he glances back at me. 

“What’s up, love?” he asks.

I hold my arms out to him, wanting to cuddle up to him. He smiles at my gesture and crawls across the bed, leaning back against me, head on my chest, still facing the screen. I kiss the top of his head, and run my fingers through his hair, and listen to him talk. He’s always so loud, but now he mutters queitly to himself, perhaps trying to mind my tiredness, perhaps feeling his own tiredness start to take over. 

“Love you,” I murmur sleepily into his mess of red hair. 

“Love you too, lovely,” he mutters and then exclaims loudly, “Motherfucking dragons!”

“III,” I groan, having been snapped out of my almost sleep. 

He chuckles, “Sorry love.”

I smile, taking strands of his hair and braiding them carefully. “It’s ok,” I tell him. “What are you doing in the game?”

And then it begins again, his nonstop talk about the game. Eventually his accent gets thicker with sleep creeping into his voice, and I have no idea what he’s saying anymore. I drift off into my own slumber.

At some point, he’s gotten off the game and shifted to lie next to me, because the next morning, I wake up to him, arms lazily wrapped around me, mouth hanging wide open, soft snores excaping his mouth. I smile at his goofy expression, his messy hair tangles and spread over his pillow, over his face. The quiet moments with III are rare. Odd but not uncomfortable. 

I curl up next to him, and drift off to sleep again, knowing the moment we both wake up, its back to the games again.

‘Gonna need my rest if I’m gonna beat his ass at Mario Kart,’ is the last thing I think before drifting off again. 

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how do you end stuff like this :')

anyway pls y'all give me more

[xmalereader]

Moon Boys X Male Reader

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Authors Note: Don’t get me wrong but writing this made me crave pan dulce so my Hispanic ass drove to the nearest bakery to buy myself some conchitas ∩^ω^∩

Requested: Ooooh!! Moon boys with bf who owns/world at a bakery? || @luminescent-nightmares ||

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of pastries, DID mentions, steven is adorable, bakery, language, drilled while writing this, entire system. Did research on DID if something doesn’t sound right please let me know!

Word count: 1.6k

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Jake was actually the first one to know about the bakery down the street and around the corner the smell of fresh baked goods could be smiles from miles away and that’s what lured the cab driver into the shop. He was surprised to find out that it was open at such a late hour only to find out that the owner kept it open twenty four hours. The owner was young and very energetic, his smile softened Jakes heart even though he was suppose to be cold hearted one who did all of the torture in his job.

But, this baker or owner was the one who melted right into his heart. He had given Jake a free drink and baked good, letting him know that new comers always got their first order free. When Jake bit into the fresh cookie he couldn’t help but moan in delight, the taste melting on his tongue. He didn’t know who this man was but he was positive that he was a god who made such amazing cookies. From that day forward he started visiting constantly to the point where he became a regular at Y/n’s bakery.

Jake had found out that he’d worked early mornings and late nights while the evening shift is covered by his own employees that he’s hired. There were rare days that he would close the shop and it was mainly on holidays. Only one time Y/n closed the bakery because he was on vacation and didn’t want to bombarded his employees with so many customers and instead gave them a paid weekend.

Jake was feeling miserable from his last job, wanting to visit Y/n bakery and eat one of his delicious chocolate covered croissants only to arrive at a closed shop. He was tempted to kick the door down but was quickly stopped by Steven. Both Steven and Marc didn’t find out about the bakery until later on when Steven found an empty coffee cup on top of his dining table with a very nice and fancy logo on it. Steven had asked Marc and Jake about it and Jake was nice enough to let him know about his secret bakery, telling the two that the owner made the best pastries.

Marc didn’t believe him but, Steven did. He’d memorized the logo and actually woke up earlier than usual one morning to get himself a hot drink and something to eat. Steven enjoyed sweet things and was excited to know what the bakery provided. Upon stepping inside the shop he’s surprised to notice that he’s the first one there, nervously holding his book bag close as he steps further into the bakery.

He doesn’t see anyone up front and swallows nervously, looking around at the interior of the bakery, his back facing the counter that he doesn’t notice the owner of the bakery stepping out from the back room. Upon seeing a familiar face, he breaks out into a smile.

“Jake!” He called out, getting the man’s attention. “The usual?” He asks, getting ready to prepare Jakes favorite drink only to be stopped by him, waving his hand frantically. “No, actually I—“ His accent change surprises Y/n causing him to raise a brow in questioning.

“I—wait, sorry.” Stevens eyes widen at the sudden realization, forgetting about their situation and alters. He mentally groans to himself and tries to come up with a lie. “Actually I’m Jakes brother, Steven.” He introduced himself.

“Jake never mentioned having a twin.” Y/n responds, setting his cup down and giving him a shy smile. “I apologize for the mix up, but either way. What can I get you today?”

Steven rubs his hands together, taking a small step forward to take a look at the menu along with the baked goods that he had in display. “Jake told me that you serve Chocolate covered croissants?”

“Oh! Yes, those are very popular here. Would you like to try one?” He suggests, tilting his head to the side as Steven nods. “Yes, please.” He watched the baker get to work as he moved comfortably around his own shop. “Any drink?” He asks.

“Tea perhaps?” Steven winced at Jakes teasing while Y/n nodded and quickly began to get his drink ready, getting everything done at the same time and sliding it over to Steven. “Here you go.”

“How much?”

Y/n shakes his head. “I don’t charge new comers, enjoy it while it’s warm.” He declines Stevens money and with a faint smile, Steven takes his food and drink, bidding him a soft ‘goodbye’ and stepping out into the early morning breeze. Once he’s far from the shop he’s quick to bite into his food, eyes widening.

“Good, right?” Jake grins through another stores reflection while Steven licked his lips. “This is amazing!” He says, taking another bite and drinking his tea. “He’s amazing, how did you find this place?”

“Got lucky.” Jake shrugs his shoulders while Marc rolled his eyes. “What’s so good about a piece of bread with chocolate? Ever heard of Nutella?” Said Marc as both Steven and Jake look at him with shock written all over their faces. “This isn’t a simple piece of bread, Marc. This is amazing and full of warmth and—very soft.”

Jake steps in too. “Y/n‘s baking is magical, he can make your shitty day better.”

Marc shakes his head, ignoring the two before forcing Steven to focus on getting to work on time. The three bickered amongst each other about the bakery all the way to work, both Jake and Steven going up against Marc until they arrived to the museum where Steven gets ready for the day.

By the time it hit the end of the week it was Marc’s turn to visit the bakery. The main alter wasn’t too much of a sweet tooth, always sticking with something simple and fast when it comes towards food. He never got the urges of having a late night snake but tonight became one of those nights. Steven had been the one to fall asleep first and then Jake, but Marc couldn’t sleep. He looked for ways to get himself tired back at his apartment but nothing worked, it wasn’t until he saw the wrapper with the bakery logo on it that called out his name.

To be honest and fair the bakery did get his attention a few times, growing curious about the place that both Steven and Jake visited constantly. Which is how he ended up here, standing in front of the bakery, wearing Stevens night clothes as he taps his foot, hands on his hips, debating on going in or not.

“No, I’m not giving them the satisfaction. I won’t go in—“ Marc mumbled to himself as he shook his head, staring down at his shoes.

“Are you coming in or not?”

Marc is startled by the man’s voice, head shooting up to see the owner standing at the entrance of his bakery, door open while he leaned against the doorframe. His arms crossed over his chest as he grinned. Marc can only stare, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the words to speak.

Y/n beat him to it. “You’re not Jake or Steven. So, who exactly are you?”

Steven had explained to them that he’d used the ‘twin’ card on Y/n in order not to freak the man out, begging Jake to go along with the role but Marc knew that he wouldn’t be the one to follow up on it. “I’m Marc.” He sighs out as Y/n smiles. “Is Jake or Steven around in there?”

His question catches Marc off guard,eyes widening as he stares at the baker who gasped in shock. “Shit! Im sorry, I didn’t mean to assume it’s just, you three looked way too identical and knew that something had to be up. I mean I have twin cousins and can tell the difference between the two but you and the others are far too similar that I couldn’t help but grow curious and did research and I—I’m sorry, I'm rambling.” He laughs out nervously.

Marc can only laugh at his rambling, not to upset the man he’s quick to add. “No offense, not many people know about DID and was surprised that you’d actually look into it.” Y/n gives off a small sigh of relief. “Again, that was rude of me to assume.”

“It’s fine.” Marc clears his throat. “I wasn’t able to sleep and both Jake and Steven talk highly about your bakery and thought I’d stop by.” He mumbled the last words in a shy tone, avoiding the bakers eyes who brightened at his words. “I got just the thing for you!” He waved Marc inside who followed after the man. The shop was warm and brought a comforting feeling to him as he approached the nearest empty table, sitting alone as he listens to Y/n pace around his bakery.

It took Y/n a few minutes to return, placing a warm cup of milk in front of Marc along with a plateful of mini waffles. Marc’s lips break out into a small smile as he stared at the pink heart shaped waffles. “Hearts?” He questions Y/n who sat across from him. “What? The holiday is approaching and thought it would be nice! Besides, this is my first batch so, eat up!” He slides a fork and a knife over to Marc.

“You sure this isn’t your way of asking me out?”

Y/n blushes, humming to himself. “Is it working?”

Marc gives the waffles another glance before looking up to Y/n who smiled warmly at him. “A little.” He confesses while he takes a bite from his food.

[hadassah4ever]

request: “OML your fix’s are so amazing! I can’t find many more Igby fanfics on this app, so would you mind writing some more? Maybe going out to the movies or just a late night talk with some fluff? No worries if not! Thank you 🫶🫶” — @romanroyapoligist

TYSM BUT OH MY GOD I DIDN’T OPEN MY INBOX FOR LIKE A MONTH AND DIDN’T NOTICE THIS IM SO SORRY OMG IM SO DUMB. 😰😰

Warnings: A joke about autocannibalism and a suicide joke (not about Igby or reader), other than that it’s tooth-rotting fluff.

(No use of pronouns.)

Word count: ~800

Playlist (album but shhh): DYKTTATUOB by Lana Del Rey — https://open.spotify.com/album/5HOHne1wzItQlIYmLXLYfZ?si=1JC1bL8VSleiuCA2_IGJtg

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The air was crisp and slightly chilly and the sky was rather grey, yellow and orange leaves laid around you.

“Ooooh, I’m Igby and I like watching my super underground movies that use autocannibalism as an allegory for capitalism!” You mocked him, your voice going far too deep to match Igby’s, but it made him scoff and roll his eyes lightheartedly, so it was a win in your books.

“Shut up.” He bumped his shoulder into yours, making you stumble slightly to the right. “Nuh uh, you know you love me for my witty comebacks.”

“Touché.” His hazel eyes narrowed slightly, a common habit of his, often paired with a little sly smirk, a very versatile expression, ranging anywhere from ‘scheming’ to ‘loving’.

The movie theatre air was very different from outside. Outdoors it was crisp and fresh, the small theatre’s air was heavy and smelled like every finance bro’s cologne muddled together, there was probably about 50 seats, none of them taken up yet.

“C’mon, toss the popcorn into my mouth, I know how to catch it.” He spoke, reverting to a goofier, almost tween-esque version of himself. “You know I can’t throw for shit, and I don’t wanna make a minimum wage employee kill themselves tonight.” You shook your head, glancing around out of the corner of your eyes to see if anyone was witnessing you and your boyfriend acting so juvenile.

“It’s literally like, two feet. Plus I’ll clean it up.” He replied, explaining the last part like it was obvious. You raised your hands up like you surrendered, picking up a kernel of popcorn and holding it in the tips of your thumb and pointer finger. You gave your best little toss and he caught it.

“I told you, I told you.” He spoke, if it weren’t for his little chuckle at the latter half of the sentence, you two would’ve genuinely sounded like a bickering couple to the three men who clearly just got off of work, entering into the miniscule theatre, same haircut more or less, similar slacks, similar graphic socks.

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Frankly, you had no fucking idea what that film was about, it seemed like the result of too much acid and Kafka, but you’d be damned if you said you didn’t at the very least mildly enjoy Igby being this talkative and passionate about something. You’d let him talk about this to your last breath if you just simply continued to hear his voice and opinions.

“So, you know how there was that bowl of fruit that they kept panning back to? That was actually meant to symbolize— wait I sound like an asshole, don’t I?” He stopped, looking at you for reassurance. “You could narrate paint drying on a wall and I would enjoy it, Igs. I only made fun of you because you’re a total babe.” Frankly, you were just happy that he allowed you to break down his cynical and reserved outer shell, to a delightfully immature and extremely sweet inner core.

There was a playful roll of his eyes after calling him a ‘babe’ that quickly simmered into a soft look in his eyes after the genuine words hit him, then a silence in the air that lasted a second that showed that he wasn’t used to that, he was used to ‘Yes, you sound stupid, let’s go back to small talk now.’. He let his body deflate on the sofa, essentially pleading for it to swallow him whole to make sure you didn’t see how flustered he was in that moment.

“Whatever. It was a shitty movie.” He replied with a dullness wracking his tone, you just shot a knowing look at him and he felt his heart nearly palpitate, his stomach churned in a ‘sickeningly in love’ way and his throat felt full of air.

Silence was something you’d grown rather accustomed to with Igby, it was very comfortable to say the least. You didn’t have to speak to enjoy your time with each other, the only sounds in your apartment (which he’d end up spending more than half his week at) were the ambient noises of your domestic activities.

Running water and bristles against teeth, the squeal of the floorboards, the slight squeak of the bed as you softly hopped into it, getting comfortable and watching Igby with a simple loving and warm gaze as he settled into the bed next to you, ready to drift to sleep alongside each other and wait for the cycle to repeat, like an old, married couple, or just talk endlessly until the sun rose and announced its presence through your windows, he’d be fine with either.

[totalfknloser]

hii sorry if this is too soon after my last request (which i loved btw your writing is perfect) but i was rewatching deathgasm today n i noticed zakk literally has handcuffs hanging from his rear view mirror and like .. there is no way his horny ass only has those there for decoration

so anyways yeah maybe a lil smut of zakk using handcuffs on reader pretty please 🙏🙏 thank youuu

no it’s okay i absolutely adore all the requests! also my literal verbal reaction was “OOOOH I LIKE THIS ONE!” deadass. like i didn’t even notice this?! THIS IS SO HOT?! OKAY FREAKY ZAKK?? ZAKK A FREAK MAYBE CANONICALLY? i’m gonna add some edging because it fit!! also oral sex reader receiving and i’m probably gonna bring the handcuffs back in future writing cause DAMN that’s hot also yall i like never spell check so i’m sorry if i mess up words lol

+.𓁹 +*.𓁹.*+ 𓁹.*

⛧ the first time you went over to Zakk’s you didn’t notice them at first. then the second time you asked him about it. “What are these for?” you questioned, pointing towards the handcuffs. “Kinky fucking.” Zakk stated bluntly. before you got to know Zakk, his boldness caught you off guard a lot, but now you’re used to it. which is weird because something about what he said gave you butterflies in your stomach.

⛧ once you two started dating, you learnt all about what Zakk was into, wether it was in conversation, or you were exploring things together physically. honestly, you weren’t that surprised about Zakk being a little freaky. the whole kinky thing seemed to kind of radiate off of him somehow.

⛧ eventually, the curiosity came up to you. you had to ask Zakk if he wanted to use the handcuffs on you. “Heyyy, Zakk.” you said, a nervous trembling in your voice. “What?” he responded. “Do you think you’d could uh, use those uhm, handcuffs o-on me..?” you asked, avoiding eye contact from embarrassment. “Yeah, sure. When though?” Zakk said, one of his hands coming down to caress your thigh. “Does now work?” you questioned, finally looking up at him with pleading eyes.

⛧ your body was a shaky nervous mess, your face beet red as Zakk was over half of you. you were lying on the bed, wrists up for the boy to restrain you. Zakk was standing against the bed, locking your hands against the bed post. “Sweet.” Zakk mumbled to himself as he removed his hands from your now locked wrists.

⛧ you looked up at him, still overwhelmingly nervous as he crawled on top of you. one of Zakk’s hands trailed down to your inner thighs, rubbing the sensitive skin that was between it. his touch was causing you to let out soft moans which got louder when the stimulation was paired with Zakk sucking on your neck, jaw, and collarbone.

⛧ Zakk eventually moved to in between your legs, licking and sucking you, making you let out whines and slutty moans mixed with a lot of heavy panting. “Fuck, oh my god! Zakk.. Feels so good.” you whined. Zakk chuckled as a response.

⛧ just as you were getting close, Zakk stopped. “Why’d you stop?” you cried. “I wanna have you beg for me.” he replied. “Zakk, please. please i want more i wanna cum.” you pleaded. “Good.” he whispered to you.

⛧ he began sucking and licking again, making you moan and make other slutty sounds from pleasure. Zakk was rock hard at the sounds you were making, the sight he had in front of him, and the way you tasted. his cock is begging to be touched.

⛧ lewd wet sounds, Zakk’s muffled grunts, and your whines filled the hot air of the room. you were extra sensitive because of the edging, getting closer to cumming faster than before. once Zakk knew you were gonna cum soon, he stopped again. “Zaaaakkk!” you whined loudly. he chuckled once again, amused at how you were so desperate to cum. “Zakk please, let me cum! pleeaaase!” you yelped. in response, Zakk started sucking and licking again, harder and faster than before.

⛧ after more sucking, licking, and kisses, Zakk knew you were gonna cum. this time though, Zakk didn’t stop. “Oh, fuck!” you moaned, your eyes watering from the overwhelming pleasure, you were in pure heaven. Zakk eagerly licked up and swallowed all your cum, happy to finally let you cum for him.

⛧ instead of whines and moans, your mouth was now letting fast and heavy pants out. “Oh my god. Zakk, you’re incredible.” you whispered, sweat beading down your face. “I know.” Zakk smirked. “You taste so fucking good.” he added. you smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

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Ooooh Jack Ryan needs some lovin’!!! Maybe a cute fic in which Jack Ryan and fem!Reader (who is a baker) are married and he comes home from a long overseas assignment to his wife missing him since it’s their wedding anniversary and she wasn’t sure if he’d be home in time to celebrate?

ofc!!

i’m trying to get as many requests written and uploaded as possible, if you submitted one i’m sorry for the wait but i PROMISE i will get it written and posted!

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harrison ford!jack ryan x wife!reader

you glanced at your watch again. 11:02 p.m.

the day was almost over, and yet, jack was not home.

you couldn’t be mad, of course, it was only a possibility he could return today, nothing was for sure. but you couldn’t help getting your hopes up. 

maybe, just maybe, he’d have been home in time to celebrate your wedding anniversary. you had kept yourself occupied all day, baking far too many pastries for you or even you and jack to ever eat. baking was your escape. when you were frustrated, you baked.

when you were happy, you baked.

when you were anxious, you baked.

when you were missing your husband who was away overseas, you baked.

it was your outlet, a good one at that.

and you’d spent the entire day baking, trying to distract yourself from the day, and trying to distract yourself from the fact that jack most likely wasn’t returning home today.

you let out a sigh, nestling into the armchair you found yourself curled up in. 

this was jack’s chair. the very chair he occupied almost all day whenever he had days off. he would read files, nap, cuddle with you. 

it was his spot, and it felt so strange to see it constantly empty in his absence.

oh, how you missed him.

you watched the minutes tick by, hoping he would walk through that door. 

but he never did.

as time crawled by, you found yourself overcome with exhaustion. slowly but surely, you slipped into unconsciousness, dreaming of your husband returning home to you…

— — —

“honey?”

that voice was familiar. very familiar. you stirred slightly, but remained most unconscious.

you felt a hand on you cheek, a thumb caressing the skin lightly, “oh darling, you weren’t crying, were you?”

now you knew you weren’t dreaming. you opened your eyes slightly, a blurry figure hovering over you. 

“jack..?” 

you blinked rapidly, your vision clearing as you caught sight of your husband’s handsome

face. “it’s me, darling.” you practically jumped awake, eyes widening as you threw your arms around his shoulders.

a deep chuckle came from him as he pulled you close, “i missed you too.” he whispered, burying his head in the crook of your neck. it had been months since you last saw him. 

“god jack, i don’t know if i can keep doing this.” you mumbled, tears obscuring your vision. 

“i know, darling, i know.”

he hated leaving you. but when he was called to serve his country, he had no choice.

“but i won’t have to leave for a long time.” you pulled away, confused. “what do you mean?”

“i mean, it’s our tenth anniversary. i talked to james, and i’m getting some time off.” 

“what?” 

“you heard me. time off. i’ve booked us a nice vacation at that cottage up in the mountains you love so much, a tenth anniversary is a big step, and i wanted to spend it with you. obviously my timing is a little off though but we make it work.” 

you glanced at the watch, a smile gracing your lips as you read the time. 11:59. you looked back at your husband, “you’re right on time.” 

you then kissed him, and it was just as magical as it had been at the alter all those years ago.

being married to a cia agent was tough, you’d worry constantly, wondering if he was going to make it home on time or even at all… 

but you had jack, and that’s all that mattered.

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Ooooh can I request an imagine with Jimmy Keene where he likes to show off his gf? Have a nice day!!!

BE MY VALENTINE

A/N: hi lovely anon, I know Valentine’s Day was almost a month ago but I was working on this on that day, I’m sorry this took me an eternity to write but I have a few problems on my life that I’m still handle them, but I hope this is what you want and don’t doubt to send me other request, even if I’m working on others dont doubt that I’ll write it!! Lots of loves!!💙

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This was your first valentine day with Jimmy and if you were honest you didn’t know what to expect, he invited you to a dinner party with his associate, after you spent most part of the day deciding what you were going to wear you were ready just waiting for jimmy. You almost fall when you run to the door. When he finally knocked at your door, he was amazed by you, just as you were thinking about how good he looks on that black smoke.

-God you look so beautiful- he said, making you blush.

-You look handsome too- he smirks.

-Here I got something for you- he said as he gave you a small candy with the phrase “be my valentine?”

-You think that I would have this dress if I won’t want you to be my valentine?- you said with a giggle before you gave him a little kiss on his lips -but just if you weren’t sure yes.

-Fuck, I can’t wait to brag about how my girl is the prettiest and sexiest woman in the room.

-If you’re just saying that to get between my legs…

-Is it working?- he interrupted you.

-Maybe- you said with a giggle.

Jimmy never leaves your side at the party, every time he introduces you to any of his associates he calls you his beautiful girlfriend, you notice his smirk every time he puts his arm around your waist, every now and then he whispers how beautiful you look. At some point of the evening the two of you end up on the balcony of the house.

-Your friends are…

-Weirdos?- you giggle.

-I was going to say extravagant but that too.

-I mean who the hell has a bear just because he can, that’s just wrong…

-I know but I need them and you…- he smirks -you were amazing back there, you have them in the palm of your hand- he said.

-Do you think they can give me a unicorn?

-With that dress, they’ll give you two- you blushed -Thank you for coming with me, I don’t know what I would do without you…

-You wouldn’t have someone to show.

-I didn’t mean it for that- he said -I mean yes you look gorgeous, but when you opened that door tonight, I only thought of how lucky I am to have you in my life, even before we date you were always there for me, you always listen to me and I can thrust you anything- he said.

-Then why did you take so long to invite me for a date?

-Because I didn't want to screw this up- he pointed at the two of you.

-I’m really trying so hard not to cry right now- you giggles -for a moment I thought you’ll propose…

-Oh I thought about it, but I know you hated to get engaged on valentine’s day and in front of a crow but just know that I want you for the rest of my life- you were shocked for a moment but before you could say anything he took your hand -come on sweetheart, let's go home and watch some silly rom com.

It didn’t take you a long time to get home, you spent the rest of the night watching any silly rom com you could find, he held you close every time you cried and you responded to that act the same way every time he cried. None of you knew when you fell asleep on the coach until you moved, he brought him close to him before he kissed your head before he stood up and got ready for bed, you laid on his chest and played with one of his hands.

-This was a nice day- you said -even with your weirdos friends- he laughs.

-I´ll take that as a compliment- he said -but it was a nice day.

-You look hot in that tuxedo- you smiled at the little blush on his face -I mean you always look good but i like that tuxedo, you should use it more often.

-I’ll wear it everyday for you- you smiled.

-Thank you.

-You look beautiful too, by the way- he said -not only in that dress, in that comfy outfit too- now it was his turn to smirk at your blush, you turn to him and kiss him gently.

-I would say yes, by the way- for a second he was confused -I would say yes to you even if it was Valentine's day and we were in a full house.

-Really?- he asked you, you nodded.

-Yes, I don't know why but since I saw you for the first time in my coffee shop, I knew you were something, and after all those talks we had, I don’t know but I knew we were going to be together- you said.

-Fuck, I love you- he said before he kissed you, you couldn’t help but smiled between kisses.

-I love you too…

-Did you wait till past midnight to tell me this on purpose- You shrugged.

-I was going to say yes on that balcony but I didn’t want to ruin your plan for the rest of the night.

-So… will you marry me?- you thought for a moment before you giggled.

-Of course- you said before you kissed him again.

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Losing Game [Antoine Griezmann x fem!OC] (Chap. IV)

Requested: No​

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x OC!Gabrielle Darian; more to be added.

Warnings: English is not my first language!

Wordcount: 2.8K+

A/N: Thank you for reading! GIF IS NOT MINE. Enjoy!

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“I’m so tired,” Louisa sighed weakly. “You?”

“A bit,” I answered.

“You nailed it, girl. Really. Forget about what your mother said, I only heard positive stuff about the gala.”

We entered in the living room, and sat in front of the TV for five minutes.

“Plus,” she teased, “you even got yourself an admirer.”

“Who?”

“Emilien. You know, the guy with blond hair. I asked our friend Google, his last name is Beaufort and he plays in Italy.”

“We barely talked,” I retorted.

“Touché. But trust me, girl, he couldn’t stop looking at you for the whole night!”

“Good for him.”

“You’re harsh, he’s actually good looking. Or maybe you prefer Mbappe?”

“He’s very kind,” I admitted, putting my hair down and raising my shoulders.

“Griezmann, then?”

“What?”

I turned to her. Did she see us talking? Did she see him put his face closer to mine?

“Well, I saw you talking to him,” she reminded me. “Right after that, I was talking to Varane when Lloris arrived and asked where Griezmann was.”

“He’s very nice,” I answered innocently. “Like the others.”

“Oh yes, Lloris and Varane were very nice. Kante too, a real sweetheart.”

“Good, ‘cause Kylian invited us to the match tomorrow. And I said yes.”

She gave me a confused look. Oh God, don’t tell me she doesn’t want to go?”

“I thought you would accept, since…Crap, was it wrong of me?!”

I barely finished talking that she jumps towards me and shakes my arm.

“Yeeees!! I can’t wait, oh my God! Oh geez, we’re gonna need jerseys! Whose jersey will you choose?”

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The morning after, some kind of messenger comes knock at our door to give us the tickets for the match, plus two bouquets of flowers and a pretty little blue cloth bag with two yellow bracelets inside. Louisa’s bouquet doesn’t have a note, but mine has, with a message from Kylian.

“Promises are made to be kept 😊

I hope you’ll have a good time at the Stadium.

Maybe we can grab a coffee some time?

See you tonight,

K.

PS: If you don’t mind coming in the locker-room after the match, the guys would like to meet you.”

“Ooooh,” Louisa said after reading the note behind my shoulder. “He’s so into you!”

“Stop it,” I said putting down the note. “He’s just being polite.”

Louisa and I both were free this morning and she thought of it at the opportunity to bring me to “urgent” shopping. Thank God, we quickly find a sport shop that sells the Bleus’ jerseys. Louisa, incapable of making a choice, takes a jersey that doesn’t have a name or number on it, and I’m about to do the same when I see Antoine’s jersey. Without hesitation, I take one and we go to the till. After one hour and a half of shopping, we finally head home. After lunch, I go to work and work on last night’s gala. I’m home at 6 pm, and Louisa is waiting for me excitedly. After studying, we have a quick diner, we prepare ourselves, put our jerseys on, and it’s already time to go. Louisa talks makes her prognostics for the whole ride, and her good mood is just contagious. We arrive at the stadium, where people are already coming in. We walk to our seats, and we see that we have a great view. People arrive around us, and we patiently wait for the game while talking joyfully – we you can call me repeating “I’m telling you he’s just being polite!” and Louisa, stubborn as hell, insisting “I’m telling you he’s into you!” a discussion. The game finally begins, and the two teams comes in. I sing the national anthem with all the supporters, and the match officially begins.

After a few minutes, N’Golo Kanté shoots but the Italian goalkeeper stops it with a jump on the left. Barely a few minutes later, Benjamin Pavard raises the ball, which find Kylian, standing on the very left of the Italian goal. He shoots but the ball arrives in the keeper’s legs, who jumped on the ground. But the ball slips through his fingers, and Samuel Umtiti takes his chance: he shoots and finds the soccer goal. The French supporters scream of joy, and Louisa and I join them in their celebration, jumping and screaming with them. Later on, an Italian player makes on fool on Lucas Hernandez, which outrages the supporters of the Bleus. The player raises his hands, yells that he’s innocent, but the referee is not stupid and decide on a penalty for us. We see the French team consult each other, and Emilien, who I first recognize from his blond hair, seems more that determined to shoot it, and even walks to Didier Deschamps. But it’s eventually Antoine that takes the responsibility. Everything stands silent for a few seconds, then Antoine aims at the goal’s right, and even if the keeper jumps in the right direction he cannot stop it. French supporters rise with joy again, French flags are being waved, and Louisa and I hug each other. Jeez, I think I just found myself a new passion. Less than twenty minutes later, Griezmann does it again, scoring with an assist from Ousmane Dembélé. A few minutes later, the Italian team get a free kick, thankfully our keeper and captain stops it. But Italian captain Bonucci, without any hesitation, shoots out of a sudden and scores.

“Shit,” I say loudly.

Everyone around us is just upset as we are. Later, the referee uses his whistle: it’s half-time. Louisa leaves to get a snack, swearing she’ll be on a diet tomorrow, and comes back right on time for the referee to start the second half. A few minutes later, the Italian come close to score, but thank God Hugo Lloris stops it. He gives the ball to his teammates, and Ousmane finds it. He starts running like crazy, and the fans scream to cheer on him. He arrives to the Italian goal, and when a player from the other team come to take the ball, Ousmane fakes shooting the ball in the center but takes the ball back and shoots. The ball hits the cross-bar, and a disappointed whisper is heard among the Bleus’ fans. But suddenly, Emilien tackles an Italian player, starts running and shoots. This is it! The stadium makes its joy heard and Emilien celebrates for an entire minute. And I thought he was the calm kind…Later, Ousmane tries two time, and Florian tries once, but nothing works. The final whistle is heard and I clap with the other supporters.

“We need to go to the next matches!” I tell Louisa, raising from my seat. “Even if we must go to Siberia!”

She laughs and nods.

“Come, we’ll go see them.”

“We’re allowed to?” she asked, not entirely convinced.

“I don’t know, but Kylian said the team wanted to meet us.”

“I can’t wait to see his face when he’ll see you wearing a Griezmann shirt,” she smirks.

We get down the stairs, and walk towards a bald man who seems to part of the staff. I prepare myself to plead my case but he’s quicker than me, looking at the yellow bracelets that Kylian send us we on our wrists.

“Miss Darian and Miss Honorin, right?”

“Yes,” my best friend answers.

“Follow me, please.”

We follow him on the pitch and then in a corridor. Suddenly, Louisa stops to go to the bathroom.

“I must ask you to wait them, they’ll be here soon. This is for you,” he hands me a badge.

“Thank you.”

I take the “Visitor” badge and wear it like a necklace. He bids me good night and leaves. Now alone, I feel like I must stretch my legs, and starts walking around the room. I’ve walked six times past the “Staff” door when I hear a voice coming another large corridor.

“There’s nothing to discuss here. We took that decision all together.”

It’s Paul Pogba, and he sounds very serious. Suddenly too curious for my own good, I lean on the wall and listen.

“But it’s not fair, dude.”

I recognize Emilien’s voice immediately.

“You’ve been saying that since earlier, we get it. That’s why we changed our plan. So that’s Antoine that will take care of it, end of the discussion. He earned it. Hye, don’t give me that face, bro, you’re the one that had the idea!” he adds, raising his voice which becomes cold. 

I hear someone coming, and then another voice.

“Chill, guys.” Kylian says.

“Aren’t you fucking pissed off by all of this?” Emilien asks.

“Yes, on the idea,” Kylian confesses. “But Grizou was picked, and he will succeed. We saw it yesterday.”

The steps are coming closer and I run to the other side of the corridor, faking waiting. I turn around innocently, and see Kylian.

“Hi,” I smile. “Congrats, it was awesome.”

“Thanks a lot,” he says, smiling back at me.

“And thank you for the flowers and the card. It was adorable.”

“Oh I’m glad you liked them. I didn’t really know which flowers to pick, so Olivier helped me out.”

At this moment, Louisa comes back. Damn, she was falling down the toilet or something?

“Hi! Good match, huh?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“I was thanking Kylian for the flowers,” I tell her.

“Oh right, it was really nice from you.”

“My pleasure. All ladies deserve flowers. The guys must be all fresh now, ready to come into the circus?”

He gives us a smile and invites us to follow him into the corridor which he came from moments ago.

We enter the locker room, and I quickly pray not to see any butt. Thankfully, like Kylian said, they’re all dressed up. They turn towards us as one and I feel my face becoming paler.

“Good evening, ladies,” Didier Deschamps say, shaking my hand. “How are you?”

He shakes Louisa’s hand, and his assistant, Guy Stephan, come to say hello too.

“Come on, boys, be polite,” he tells the team as a teacher.

They all come to greet us with the bise (NDA: for those who don’t know it’s the French way to say hello or goodbye, it’s like you and the other person kiss each other’s cheek). Antoine comes among the last ones, right after Emilien. When his lips touch my cheek I get a little shock, and by the way he steps back, I can see he got one too.

“Sorry,” I say.

“No, that’s on me.”

He looks at me and give me a small, shy smile and then Paul, who is standing behind him, gets impatient.

“Hey, bro, are you are gonna move your ass or what?”

Everyone laughs, and Blaise Matuidi comes to the striker’s defense.

“Leave him alone, he’s just saying hi.”

But Antoine steps aside to let his friend come forward, and I surprised by the feeling of disappointment it creates inside of me. But I do my best not to show it, and greets Paul and then Hugo Lloris.

“Where is Benji?” asks the Captain to the group.

“Still in the showers, I think”, Raphaël answers. “When I came back here he just had finished showering.”

“Come, we’ll go see him,” Hugo tells him. “Olive?”

Olivier Giroud nods, raises from his seat and follows his friends.

“Lovely meeting you,” Hugo tells me with a smile before leaving the room.

Olivier and Raphaël waves at me and leave after him.

“So, did you like the match?” Guy Stephan asks Louisa and me.

“Yeah, it was awesome,” Louisa answers.

“Yes, and congrats on your victory,” I add. “Continue like that and the World Cup is coming straight to you guys.”

“You’re too nice,” Deschamps says.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t talk to all of you last night,” I say. “I was…very busy.”

My eyes meet Antoine’s and I look at the ground.

“Nah, don’t worry,” Ousmane laughs. “We know Grizou and Kyky just couldn’t stop bothering you. They got no education whatsoever.”

“Bro, you’re the annoying one,” Kylian snaps, outraged. “Go sit your ass somewhere else. And you got no education, I swear to God-” 

Ousmane laughs again but doesn’t move. They all come to talk to us, ask questions and tell me they had a good time at the gala.

“It’s getting late,” I say, “We’re not gonna bothering you guys any longer.”

“What?” Louisa says, turning her head towards me.

“Oh, already?” says Samuel Umtiti, looking disappointed.

All around the room the guys look the same way. They look like kids, it’s cute.

“You can stay, there’s no problem, really” Steve Mandanda assures.

“It’s nice of you, maybe next time?” I say softly, grabbing Louisa’s arm.

“And Antoine who was so happy to see you again,” Paul teases.

“Well, he saw her, didn’t he?” Emilien snaps, his voice surprisingly cold. “And maybe the girls got things to do tomorrow, or maybe they work.”

“It’s true,” Louisa sighs.

“I’ll escort you two,” Antoine says.

I wave everyone goodbye, and we follow Antoine in the corridor we came in from, and until the stadium’s parking lot.

“Our number 7 is a true gentleman,” Louisa teases him.

“I wasn’t gonna let you walk alone in the night, he answers. “There might some psycho around here.”

“My car is right here,” I say, pointing at it. “Well, see you around.”

“See you two soon.”

Before I can breathe, he leans towards me, kisses my cheek and at the same time I feel a small paper in my hand. His lips are warm and his skin soft, and I feel a shiver through my body. He gives me a smile and walks away before I could think of the options I had. Pulling myself together, I grab my keys when I hear a voice in the night.

“Gabrielle?”

I raise my head and see Antoine, turned in our direction.

“Nice jersey.”

He gives me a grin and then walks towards the stadium, hands in his pockets. Louisa put hers on her hips and turns to me.

“Am I under an invisibly cloak or somethin’?”

“So, are you gonna send him a message or do I have to do it in your place?”

“Are you gonna leave me at some point or?” I snap. “Let me do my homework, I’ll think about it after.”

Louisa sighs, muttering some words I can’t understand, and goes inside our bathroom. Since we came back from the stadium last night, she won’t stop bugging me with Antoine and the message he put in my hand, were he wrote his phone number and two words: Call me. Of course I want to call him, but there’s no way I’m doing it now, otherwise he’s gonna get ideas. I finish my homework and send them to my teacher when Louisa comes back and sits on the couch. I let out a sigh and sits beside her.

“It’s not that I don’t want to call him,” I start. “But I call him as soon as the day after, he’s going to think I’m the type of girl who runs to him as soon as he calls me.”

Lou’ thinks for a minute and eventually nods.

“You ain’t wrong. But you can show him you’re not like that later. One advice, hun, call him this week, or he’ll think you’re not interested. And you are interested, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. But I only saw him twice.”

“But you two did talk at your gala, didn’t you?”

I never told Louisa what happened with Antoine at the gala – mostly because it’s probably me imagining things. I decide to do it now, and when I’m done telling her, she frowns.

“But I probably made it up in my mind,” I say quickly.

“Did you made you the fact that he leaned towards you and touched your hair?” she asks sarcastically with a smile.

“No,” I admit. “But the rest, yes.”

“Maybe you didn’t. If your mother hadn’t broke the charm, he probably would have given you one hell of a kiss,” she laughs.

“Not in front of everyone,” I retort. “When we’re not alone, he’s very different.”

“Because he’s with his friends,” she assures. “All dudes are like that. When you guys will know each other better and you’ll show him who’s in charge, I assure you his behavior will change.”

“Maybe.”

“But do try to see him before he and that click of his go to Russia for their business.”

She’s right. Once the team will be in Russia, it will be hard to…well, continue what hasn’t begun yet.”

“But I told Kylian I would go have a coffee with him,” I remind her. “What will he think if I see Antoine?”

“Oh it’s fine, it’s not like he asked you to marry him,” Louisa says, rolling her eyes. “He’ll get that you prefer Antoine. But if you really have a problem with that, I can handle the Kylian boy,” she adds with a teasing smile.

We both laugh but I know she’s half serious.

“But seriously, Gaby, don’t stress out,” she says seriously. “If something must happen between you and Griezmann, it will. If not, well it just won’t.”

I nod, knowing she’s right.

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(not) Okay

Stranger Things | Steddie | One-shot, Hurt/Comfort | 960

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summary: Steve vists Eddie in the hospital, yearning ensues<3

requests/inspo: 'i just wanted to make sure you're okay.'

warnings: Wounds, swearing, mild sexual humour

a/n: ooooh the pressure, first fic posted on this account /hj

Okay was probably the last word Eddie Munson would use to describe his situation right now. He was hooked up to a bunch of wires and machines he didn’t even know the names of, his stomach hurt like a bitch and he was handcuffed to his hospital bed, and not in a fun way. A cop had been stationed at his door since he’d arrived, and how he’d arrived? He had no idea. The last thing he remembered was throbbing pain, demobats and blacking out in Dustin’s arms. 

“Hey, would you just let me through, man?” The sound of a scuffle sounded outside, it sounded like someone had been pushed against his door. 

“Only close relatives can go in at this time, sir,” the police officer said tiredly. 

“Would you just-”

“God, just let him in?” Eddie called out to the two. 

“Sorry sir, that’s not allowed,” the officer called back. 

“You have my permission, man, give him a break.”

“It’s protocol, sir. An permission from a murderer isn’t exactly reassuring.”

“SUSPECTED!” The voice on the other side yelled. “Suspected murderer.”

“Harrington,” Eddie muttered under his breath. “Sorry about that officer,” Eddie raised his voice again. “My uncle must have forgotten to tell you, he wanted to send Steve in to check up on me while he’s at work. He misses the visiting hours sometimes.”

“Is this true, sir?” 

“Yeah, yeah that’s true,” the panic sapped out of Steve’s voice.

The officer was silent for a few moments, “I suppose I could give you a few minutes.” 

There was a click as the door unlocked and a creak when it opened, and there stood the man himself - Steve Harrington. His hair was ruffled, greasy and unkempt - which was strange considering the amount of pride he took in it - and his outfit was far from his normal style; a black sweatshirt and dark grey jeans. To put it nicely, he was a mess. 

“What’s up, man?” Eddie was the first to break the awkward silence that had settled over the hospital room. 

“I… uh, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he shuffled awkwardly, eyeing the camera in the corner of the hospital room. 

“Never better!” The curly-haired man replied sarcastically. 

“What’s with those?” Steve motioned to the handcuffs that tied Eddie down to the bed. 

“Oh these?” Eddie shook his hands a little, making the metal clang against the bed frame. “I’m a felon, Harrington, they’re not exactly gonna let me run free. Just wish I was wearing them under better circumstances,” he lusted jokingly. 

“Keep it in your pants, Munson,” Steve dragged a plastic chair from the side of the room over to the bed. “So…” 

“So?”

The two held eye contact for a few drawn-out moments. Eddie’s mind went blank, focused on every detail of the eyes of the man in front of him. The intricate lines, the peanut brown colour with a ghostly pale green tinge to it, the way he squinted under the harsh hospital lighting. Eddie’s eyes darted around the room, looking for something else to focus on, the flutter of butterflies in his torn-up stomach filling him with anxious dread. 

“So, what have you been up to, man?” The bed-ridden boy asked blandly. 

“Oh, um, not much really,” Steve’s gaze turned to the floor. “Just helping out around town, lots of people are homeless from the, uh.. Earthquake.”

“That’s sweet man, that’s… real good of ya.” 

“Is it bad?” Steve cut to the chase, his eyes looking up at Eddie’s and then down to the man’s bandaged stomach, loosely covered by a black singlet. 

“Wish I knew,” he sighed. “Hurts like hell, but I haven’t seen it since.. Well, I haven’t seen it at all, really.” 

Steve scooted forward, his hands hovering over Eddie’s hips at the hem of his singlet, “May I?” 

“By all means.” 

Eddie’s heart jolted when he felt Steve’s fingers brush against his hips and lift up his shirt, folding it up over his chest. His fingertips traced over the bandages, finding the spot where the nurses had tucked in the end to stop it from unraveling and tugging it out, slowly undoing the bandage. He slid his hand under Eddie’s back and lifted him slightly, pulling the bandage out from underneath him and finally lifting up the bloodied dressing to reveal two large, nasty gashes. Steve’s mouth opened slightly, speechless.

“There’s some around my chest too, I can feel it,” Eddie stared up at the roof as he felt Steve lift his shirt a little more, tracing over the bandages there too but not removing them. 

Steve was silent as he took in the extent of Eddie’s wounds. Shallow scrapes on his face, paired with deeper ones that trickled down his neck, more scrapes and gashes over his arms, whatever the hell had happened to his chest and the two deep gashes on his stomach, plus whatever else there might be over the rest of his body. All the wounds still looked bloodied and wet, despite the few days since the incident.  

“Jesus christ…” Steve’s fingers ghosted over the wounds, not daring to touch them, just observing.

“Yeah,” Eddie bitterly stared up at the roof. “Not too hot now, huh?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” Steve said absent-mindedly. 

Eddie quietly examined Steve’s face to see if he was joking, but there was no lie in the man’s concentrated expression. Eddie’s heart softened a little, surprised that his childhood enemy was now turning into, well… something else. Steve’s hand landed on the bed, inches away from Eddie’s waist as the injured boy sucked in air fast, wishing Steve would move his hand even a centimeter closer. Maybe if he did, the boys would both feel a little more okay.

[starlostseungmin]

HI DARLING OH MYB GOD YOU POSTED IT ALREADY OH MY GOD OMOGOGM im the anon who requested skz x 1d songs im so sorry i locked in the whole day bc i have anatomy finals tomorrow for uni xD

listening to 1d songs as i read it (i miss my 1d boys <//3) fr i was a directioner before i was a stay and this makes me so happy

i agree so HARRRDDDDD perfect and little things are both made FOR chan and BY chan omg you’re so right the way he can be so insecure about himself i just wanna shower him with compliments and remind him that hes beautiful every hour every minute every second of the day </3 and the way you made hyunjin’s last first kiss was PERFECT🥹 i love this song so much (take me home 1d’s best album, i stand by it) han and felix would be the type to be in a fun and adventurous couple doing just about anything and everything and just vibing midnight memories & why dont we go there describes them so perfectly ❤️‍🩹now onto my baby my innie <//////3 both summer love and fool’s gold are so angsty but when u put it this way it is beautiful 💔 i want to for real go on dates with jeongin where we go on picnics and just vibe, or go restaurant hopping and rate their burgers and just be silly together and now i’m realizing he is also so change my mind coded AAAAHHHHH

this is so very delusion inducing and i’m gonna be brainrotting this for WEEKS while listening to 1d songs with a smile on my face again !!! the way you wrote for each member and matched them with one direction songs I AGREE SO HARD i cried you actually posted this bc i’ve been looking through ao3 wattpad and all of tumblr and ONLY YOU did it im so happy this is my 1dxskz crumbs fr THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥹 i’ve been following you since 2022 and have my notifs on HAHAH :D i love ur works and i just wanna know what your favorite one direction song(s) is/are 💗

sorry for yapping i just appreciate this so much xD

HI HI HI OMG GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR FINALS TOMORROW!! YOU'LL DO GREAT 💖

i was actually waiting for your response in regards with the headcanon AAAAND i'm so happy that you loved it!! i was a directioner way back in 2012-2015 tho and i still listen to their songs until now (fr fr i miss them too and has been waiting for a freaking reunion 😭)

it took me hours to find a song that would suit each member, skimmed and scanned every possible songs with their lyrics HSKSKSK i was supposed to write What A Feeling for seungmin, No Control for lee know and Happily for jeongin but yeah 🥹 there are a lot of 1D songs that could describe the members HSKSKSKSKS i wish i could write them all down HAHA hyunjin could be Long Way Down too yk? the one that really got me is Last First Kiss for him and Temporary Fix for changbin, chan is obviously Perfect of course and Lixie has a lot of potential songs, Han too 🫶🏻✨

i appreciate you having to ask me about it, and i apologize it took a while to have it posted here 😭 i wanted to write more of this but i have another series to finish HSJSKSKS too many wips in my google docs too AAAAA and thank you so much for being with me since 2022, for having my notifs on and for loving my works 🥺 i wasn't expecting it, you’re so precious honestly!! ☹️💖

as for my favorite songs, THERE'S A LOT OF THEM LIKE; Love You Goodbye, Infinity, Ready to Run, Why Don’t We Go There, Where Do Broken Hearts Go, More Than This, Half A Heart, I Wish, Moments, They Don’t Know About Us, Olivia, Spaces, Up All Night, Perfect, Best Song Ever and the list goes on 😭😭😭 ooooh and i loved harry and niall btw 😔 how about you? mehehehe

[briseise]

hmmm impdubs thoughts today lads

[the-west-meadow]

Ooooh from the succession dialogue prompts could you please do 31 for Kendall x reader?? I love your writing btw, ur doing gods work writing docs for this fandom lol

thank you thank you! here's your request, hope you enjoy :)

Kendall Roy x Reader

prompt: I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending they're you.

It had been a month since you left your job at Waystar. The moment you resigned, a sense of freedom had filled you. That feeling still lingered. You didn’t regret it one bit.

There was one person who wasn’t so happy about your decision. You had gone to Kendall first to let him know you were planning on leaving. You still remembered the stunned look that came over his face when you told him. But he had accepted it graciously.

You hadn’t been in touch with Kendall since that day. Rumors and news of him buzzed around you constantly. The tabloids chronicled his new romances, all of which quickly fizzled out. He was seen coming and going from parties with a new attachment every other day. You couldn’t pass a newsstand or pick up coffee and a bagel without seeing Kendall’s face or hearing his name.

It was bitterly cold in the city. You had just stepped out of a crowded coffeeshop with a steaming paper cup of coffee in your hand. You were busy pulling your scarf up around your face when the door opened smoothly.

You glanced up and stopped in your tracks. It took a moment for your thoughts to catch up with your heart rate. Kendall Roy stood there holding the door wide, with a faintly smug smile on his face.

“Look who it is.”

People were crowding behind you. You quickly stepped out of the way and stood to the side with Kendall. Despite his baseball cap and scarf, everyone who passed by stared at him briefly before continuing on.

“What’s up?” he said, still smiling. “You don’t call, you don’t write…”

“I figured you were busy.”

“What about you? Enjoying life after Waystar?”

“Yeah, I’m finding things to do.”

A strained silence passed between you. Kendall’s smile wavered slightly.

“Hey,” he said, his voice gentler. “I never got to take you out to dinner to congratulate you.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“But it would have been the right thing to do. I was still a little shocked, you know?”

“I’m sorry…”

“No, no— you don’t need to apologize. This is all me. I was kind of a shit. I just want to end on a positive note.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

“What are you doing tonight? Let’s do dinner. Sound good?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Sure. Let’s do it.”

Kendall smiled, his eyes crinkling.

“Great. I’ll send a car.”

It was dark and cold out, but the restaurant was warm and bustling inside. Kendall had opted for a tapas place with tall windows that reflected the glittering candles on every table. You had agonized over what to wear. Was this a date? A business dinner? How should you dress for an outing with your former boss? In the end, the spiteful part of you had won. You wore a fitted black velvet dress that you knew would make Kendall regret losing you even more.

Yet when Kendall showed up, your heart dropped. He had obviously put as much thought into this as you had. He was dressed impeccably in a midnight blue blazer with a black shirt underneath. He radiated wealth, confidence, and style. You immediately began to blush as you stood up to greet him. What was going on?

Kendall ordered a bottle of red wine, and you both sat watching as it was poured. The server walked away and Kendall picked up his glass, peering across the table at you with eyes glittering.

“So,” he said, “Have you started to regret leaving yet?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I thought this was a congratulatory dinner.”

“Sure. I just want to know how you’re feeling. We can talk freely now that you don’t work for me anymore.”

You shrugged, sipping your wine. “I like where I’m at.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I’m good. What about you, Kendall?”

Kendall swirled his wine in his glass. “What have you heard?”

“Your dating life seems to be flourishing.”

He grinned. “Sure. You could say that. What about yours?”

“My dating life? Nonexistent.”

“I know it’s none of my fucking business, but that’s a damn shame. You’re not serious?”

You nodded. “Sadly, yes.”

“I mean, your eligibility has got to be off the charts. What’s wrong with the men of this world?”

“You tell me.”

The first round of plates arrived. Blistered pimientos, olives, bread and olive oil, grilled shrimp.

“Well, since you’re up to date on my exploits, I can tell you that not a single one of those women comes anywhere close to you.”

You felt yourself starting to blush again. “Why are you telling me this?”

Kendall put down his fork and looked at you.

“I didn’t know how hard it would be for me when you left.”

The sadness in his eyes suddenly pierced you.

“It’s been hard for me too,” you said.

“In what way?”

“Not getting to see you every day.”

Your heart was pounding, your face flushed. Kendall was looking at you seriously.

“A lot of shit goes unsaid when people work together,” he said. “I never knew how to act around you. I couldn’t tell what you were thinking.”

“I was just trying to be professional.”

“So was I.”

You nodded. “You were a good boss.”

Kendall leaned forward slightly. “But I’m not your boss anymore.”

You avoided his gaze, running your finger along the rim of your wine glass.

“Fuck, Kendall…”

“Listen. I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you.”

You felt your throat tighten. “Is that what you’re doing?” you whispered.

“I was wrecked when you left. I never had a change to tell you how I felt. It wouldn’t have been appropriate.”

“Kendall,” you said. “I don’t give a shit what’s appropriate or not.”

A smile spread across his face. “Then maybe I fucked up.”

“You could have had me any time, any place.”

You were gazing steadily at him now. His eyes were glistening darkly in the dim light.

“What about now?” he said in a low voice

He shifted in his seat, shoulder brushing against yours.

“Your outfit is on fucking fire,” he breathed. He was close enough that you could feel his warmth.

“I didn’t know what kind of dinner this was going to be.”

“It’s that kind of dinner,” he said.

His lips brushed against your cheek. You couldn’t contain yourself any longer. Your lips met his eagerly. Kendall let out a slight moan of surprise. He was soft and warm, freshly shaven, skin flushed with heat. The kiss was quick, secretive. He pulled back swiftly and looked at you with dark, searching eyes.

“Let’s get out of here. Yeah?” he breathed.

You just nodded, unable to speak. You ran your hand over his blazer, feeling his heat through the fabric.

He drained the rest of his wine, took your hand, and grinned as he pulled you to your feet.

“Thank God you quit,” he said.

[lureofthegallowsgame]

Ooooh since you still take prompts, may i request the prompt { cook . present my muse with home - cooked food} for the fin/ambrose/naturalist poly? Let me tell you that i INSTANTLY fell head over heels with them after reading the new demo😩

Hello! I’m glad they made such an impression on you. More chaos awaits with those three specifically. 😌

It was a relief to finally stand and stretch. I popped my back and sighed, taking care to flex away the tingling ache in my fingertips. The rumbling static of life - steady heartbeats and constant breathing - faded back down into its dull roar. It was as much relief as I could get lately.

“Are you hungry?” I asked Ambrose, shrugging on my jacket. The half-light played across his profile in soft contrast to the glare he leveled my way. He looked tired; the dark bruises underneath his eyes were a steadfast witness to our sleepless nights. I figured that my eyes weren’t looking much better, either.

“It’s still early,” he pointed out. He didn’t look inclined to move from his position against the windowsill, his shoulder stubbornly propped up against the wall.

“Not too early for dinner,” I corrected. “Fin mentioned cooking something tonight…”

That got his attention. He paused to survey the street below. Nothing worth our time was down there, I knew. Maybe a few straggler kids late getting home, or some people walking home from work. There were no dangerous supernaturals that needed to be neutralized.

Which meant there were no excuses for Ambrose to cling to.

“Fine,” he finally said. I turned around to hide my smile, though I could still feel his exasperated expression aimed at my back.

By the time we made it back to the rental, the kitchen was warm and fragrant with a familiar sense of comfort. I could tell the second we stepped through the front door, paired with the steady pulse of Fin’s heartbeat. Like truly coming home.

“No way,” I laughed, kicking off my shoes in the foyer. Ambrose pointedly nudged them to the side and slipped his shoes off beside mine. I called to the kitchen, “You finally got your mom’s recipe?”

“No way!” Fin called back. They appeared in the kitchen doorway with a sly grin, wiping their hands off on their jeans. The fabric was smudged with flour, but Fin didn’t seem concerned in the slightest. “I had to bribe my cousins for it.”

“What did you bribe them with this time?” Ambrose sighed. As long-suffering as he sounded, he was the first one to step forward and accept Fin’s greeting kiss, reaching up to cup Fin’s chin and wipe away a smudge of red. When they pulled apart, he frowned at his fingers. “Is this sauce?”

“Tomato,” Fin confirmed. They pulled Ambrose into the kitchen by his sleeve, and I followed with a laugh.

“You don’t have to wear half the ingredients when you cook,” Ambrose muttered. He groaned when he saw the destructive state of the kitchen. “Did anything even make it into the pan, Finley?”

“Porra, you complain a lot for someone who’s about to eat the food of the gods,” Fin shot back. They gestured to the table; our place settings were carefully arranged around a deep dish pan, still steaming from being pulled out of the oven. “Behold, ladies and gentlemen, because you’re standing in the presence of empadão de frango.”

“An honor,“ I said solemnly. Even Ambrose, still caught in Fin’s grip, couldn’t fight back the slightest twitch of his mouth.

“Yes,“ Ambrose said, his eyes lingering on Fin’s pleased look. “It’s an honor to be here.“

[festive]

— Pretty boy

Having watching you do your makeup almost every single morning, Bokuto can’t help but to ask if you’d mind doing his.

— content+warnings: nothing bad, just fluff.

— a/n: this was requested, I’m writing this now so I feel better about the yandere fic im about to post later. 🥲

— tagging: @ambrodias @manjiken

Thank God it was Saturday, meaning you had nothing to do besides lazing about with your beloved boyfriend Kou. You had nothing to worry about either, no homework and no work — having caught up on all your assignments the day before. You turn to him and ask if he had anywhere he had to be later and he said no.

“Well, Kou — since neither of us is busy today, is there something you’d like to do?” Bokuto took into consideration your words as he thought for a little bit about what it is you two could do.

“Ah, I know! I know! Babe, make me pretty!!” You turn your head back in his direction, shooting him a quizzical look before you snap your fingers and tell him to go get your makeup bag and meet you in the living room.

Doing as you said, your energetic man jumps up from his spot on the bed and rushes over to the bathroom in search of your makeup bag. You can’t help but smile at his overly obvious enthusiasm, who would’ve thought you’d be so lucky to have a man that’ll let you play with his face. Shortly after you get yourself up and make your way to the living room, sitting upon the couch.

“Ok, Kou!” You spread your legs and gestured for him to sit in between them. He does as you want, facing in your direction — eyes looking up at yours with pure adoration causing your face to heat up a little as he tugs at your heart.

“Ok, ok! Enough of that, close your eyes so I can get started!” You scold him as you pour out your makeup bag next to you, hands roaming in search of the right shade of blush for his cheeks. Dabbing into it with your brush, you begin to slightly press it onto his cheeks. His face twitching as he grins telling you that it tickles. Your free hand is grabbing at his chin and pulling him closer.

“Ooooh, baby. You’re not gonna put any of your foundation on me first?” He teases. First of all, how does he even know about foundation - you know for a fact it wasn’t you. Secondly? No way in hell are you putting your foundation on him, he’s not even your color!

“Boy, do I look like your color? Do you really think I’m putting my foundation on you?” You shoot him a playful glare as you continue blending the blush into his cheeks. Now onto his eyes next! You decided to go with a soft shade of pink for your precious boy, pinks suit him you think to yourself.

“Close your eyes, babe. Gonna put eyeshadow on you now.” You softly say to him, dipping the eyeshadow brush into the color then applying it to his lids in a circular motion. Grinning at your choice of color, you give yourself a pat on the back. Ha, you’re a genius. Picking up the eyeliner pencil, you try your hardest to steady your hand so that it doesn’t shake too much and mess up the look. You manage to do a pretty good job, the wings turned out perfect - not too thick and both sides are pretty even.

“Kou, I’m not touching your brows.” You sigh, honestly, what could you even do with them, your dip-brow pomade wasn’t his color either.. plus his eyebrows are already so thick and dramatic.

“What’s wrong with my brows?” He questions, his face dropping a little as he exaggerates his tone to make you feel somewhat guilty. Didn’t work - instead, you say nothing and move on to putting mascara on him.

Oh boy, were you jealous? Your boyfriend had such pretty eyelashes, so long and so thick, and the way they slightly curved upwards without even having to use a curler on them. God clearly had his favorites, and your baby was one of them. You groan out, muttering to yourself how it wasn’t fair as you softly apply the mascara upon his lashes which causes him to giggle.

“Kou, I need you to keep your lips completely still for me. Unless you wanna come out looking like a circus clown, you can do that for me, right baby boy?” Of course, he can, he’s a good boy after all. Picking out a soft shade of brown, you bring the lip liner pencil to his mouth - tracing around the outline of his lips, you’re so concentrated on making sure you don’t accidentally overline them you don’t even notice that his eyes are focused on you. Admiring the way your facial features scrunched up whenever you’re focused on something, he thought you looked adorable like this.

“You know, I don’t think you really need lipstick. Not gonna lie, let’s go with something softer - like a lip tint or maybe even just a gloss.” You let out, but honestly, it was more to yourself than to him. Your boyfriend was not the brightest, didn’t even know the difference between gloss or lipstick. He just knew it was meant to be for his lips, and not for him to swallow.

After applying the thin layer of gloss you bring his face closer to yours for a further inspection. Turning his head slightly so you could make sure everything was in check, you couldn’t help but commend yourself for the work you’ve done. The clear lipgloss and lip liner look? Amazing, especially how it blended so nicely together.

You hold his chin for a bit enjoying your work, then you bring his face closer to yours to place a tender kiss upon his soft glossy lips. You grab the small compact mirror beside you - holding it in front of Kou.

“What do you think?” You ask, anticipating his response as you watch him glance at himself from every angle. You know damn well you did a good job, but you want to hear it from him.

“I think I want more kisses.” You groan, your boyfriend was so dumb sometimes, but who were you to deny him of what he wanted? Leaning down you pepper his face in more kisses before pulling out your phone and snapping a few pictures together, posting them on your Instagram story.

[bluemusickid]

Andy barber smut!!!! Andy is the reader’s dad’s best friend and she’s always had a thing for him. When she found out that Andy got divorced she starts making moves on him😏

ooooh, this reminds me of a series by @worksby-d ​ called A Great Mentor. It’s amazing and Dest is a fabulous writer! Hope it doesn’t look too similar, heh. 😅😅

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, read at your own risk, minors pls gtfo.

A/N: Sigh, it’s been a while. Hopefully, this fic has kicked me out of my writer’s block. ✌🙏

You can join my taglist here. Requests are sooorta open. I post my stuff only on Tumblr and AO3, nowhere else. Pls do not steal.  Not beta’ed, all fuckups are mine; pls excuse any mistakes, grammatical or otherwise.

Actions Speak Louder

You ran down the stairs, eager to finish dinner quickly. Family dinners were always a long affair in your house, and you couldn’t waste any time today. Your friend Allie was hosting a pool party today, and it was THE social event of the year.

Swooshing into the room, you announce,

“Alright, you better make this a quick one coz I have important stuff-”

You were stopped short by a pair of beautiful blue eyes looking at you, with amusement. Shit. Andy Barber. You could feel your face burning up, his gaze moving from your face and looking you up and down.

To say that you had been crushing on this man since god knows when was an understatement. He was a Greek God, sure, but you knew him as someone who was always there for your family, as someone who taught you how to ride a bike properly, even let you have a beer from his personal collection (it wasn’t your first time, and you were sure he knew, but he never said anything). You didn’t know how it transformed from a small, innocent crush to a full fledged one, where all you could think about was him, in every fantasy of yours.

“Hey, sweetheart. We won’t feel bad if you’re not here, seeing as you have work to do.” he said as he smiled, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach, with a strange undercurrent. He seemed a little off.

“Uhh, it’s actually not work, but a pool party I have to get to.” you grimaced as the words left your mouth, realising how dumb it sounded.

Smirking, he said, “oh well, that’s very important work, I feel. I don’t think Alistair or Eleanor would be too pleased about that, though.”

“It’s a good thing I’m an adult then, and that they have no say in the matter.” you retort, grinning. Witty repertoire with Andy was always fun, he was a worthy competitor.

“Ok, Ms. Adult, would you like to join us for a glass of wine as we drown our woes in tales of high taxation and terrible traffic?”

“Whew, just a glass. Have to take the kids for their playdate then!” you giggled.

He laughed, an unnamed emotion glinting in his eyes as they turned darker. Your smile faded a little, the slight imperceptible shift in the atmosphere causing a stir in your belly. There was something he wasn’t saying, but you could feel it. It scared you and excited you, leaving you feeling completely and utterly confused and turned on for some reason.

Your mother snapped you out of your haze as she bustled about, setting the place while yelling for your brothers. You helped her, a little out of it as you felt Andy’s gaze follow your every move. You settled in opposite him, unable to make eye contact.

Dinner went well, the conversation flowing smoothly, air rife with laughter and cacophony. You managed to snap out of your reverie and join in, occasionally catching Andy’s heated gaze. You knew what you yearned for desperately; but he was a married man. Scratch that, he was your father’s best friend, who had helped him through a lot. These thoughts were dangerous, if not wrong.

After dinner, you excused yourself to get ready for your party. You were making your way upstairs when you heard your parents speak in hushed tones, the word “divorce” catching your attention.

You stopped in your tracks, careful to not be seen.

“Why does she want a divorce right now?” you heard your mom’s muffled voice. There was a pause, after which you heard his voice, muttering an “i don’t know”.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest. Andy was getting a divorce. Not that THAT should matter to you, you chided yourself inwardly. He was your father’s best friend and nothing would ever change. So what if he was on the market again? It would still be wrong, not to mention complicated. Best not to go there.

With that, you rushed upstairs, trying to get those gorgeous blue eyes out of your mind.

-----

It was quite late when you came back home. The party was great, but the conversation you heard earlier kept nagging you, in the back of your mind. You entered through the door silently, tiptoeing through the hall.

“How was the party?” you heard a husky voice from behind.

You jumped, nearly dropping your bag. Turning around, you saw Andy standing near the kitchen counter, his gaze smouldering as he took in your state. You were mostly dry, your hair still a bit damp. You’d gotten your t-shirt wet though, making it pretty transparent and clinging to your breasts. You felt his gaze run over your body, your body heating up, just like earlier.

“Oh...it was good. Got kinda boring after a while, heh.” you answered, awkwardly chuckling. You felt vulnerable, a bit too much, with his eyes almost boring holes into you.

“How..how was dinner?” you mumbled, getting distracted by his hands and his fingers. Or rather, the lack of a ring on it. Jesus Christ, you really had a one track mind.

“Well, you were there, if I remember correctly. But I guess loss of memory is common in old age.” he grinned, teasing you about your earlier conversation.

You let out a giggle. Seeing Andy smile was a gift, the man had a wonderful smile. Drawing a breath, you decided that you would address the elephant in the room.

“I...I heard about Laurie and the divorce. I’m really sorry.” you said, taking his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. Why did you do that? It’s like your brain didn’t work around him; it acted of its own volition.

He scoffed. “Yeah, well, what can you do? We never were a real family, it was all a fantasy, I guess. Trying to play the role of a normal family, with normal lives and normal dinners. Got so good at pretending, we forgot that we were living a lie, and that fairytales and fantasies always come to an end.”

You blinked, trying to keep up with his words. You never really thought Andy and Laurie to be a perfect couple; rather, they were two people who worked well as a team. Like colleagues. To seem him so broken up tugged at your heartstrings. Running your thumb over his knuckles, you tried to string together a few words of sympathy. But nothing came. Anything you would say right now would seem like pity and come off as fake.

You tugged his hand, silently leading him to your room. If he was bewildered, he didn’t show it, following you like a lost puppy, in need of guidance.

Actions spoke louder than words, you knew. You wanted this man, and it was clear that on some level, he wanted you too. Fighting this attraction, this pull you had, would be pointless. You’d deal with the consequences later. Right now, you wanted him to know that you were there for him. Always.

Leaning forward, you threw caution to the wind and slotted your lips over his, enjoying the feel of his soft lips against yours. You felt him jolt in surprise, but after a beat, he reciprocated, his hand slowly ghosting over your waist instinctively. Placing your hand on his cheek, you deepened the kiss, your tongue meeting his as you ran your fingers through his hair, holding on for dear life.

Breaking apart, you both panted heavily, unable to form any coherent thoughts. Before Andy could break the spell with his words, you dropped to your knees, your want to taste him, feel him, surpassing any rational thought.

Pulling his sweatpants down, you saw the effect you had on him, as you grinned and peeked up at him with hooded eyes. He smiled a little, doubt still plaguing his eyes. Well, you could take care of that.

Taking him in your hand, you slowly pumped his cock, slightly licking the wet tip. He gasped, balling his hand into a fist, stopping himself from tugging on your hair. You ran your tongue around his cock, his laboured breathing turning you on like nothing else.

In a sudden move, you took his entire length in your mouth, holding him there; the tip hitting the back of your throat. His strangled moan echoed in your ears as his hands tangled in your hair, keeping himself lodged in your throat, till you gagged. He let go, his cock glistening with your saliva.

You could tell he was close as you bobbed your head around his length, your hands stroking the base and fondling his balls. His hips moved in tandem with your mouth, creating a rhythm that had you grinding the floor, desperate for release.

“Sweetheart....I’m..coming...” he grunted, his hands grasping your head as he fucked your mouth rapidly, chasing his release. You squeezed his thigh as you ground your core against the carpet, your fingers circling around your clit, craving relief.

Andy gasped as he poured himself into your mouth, his hot release making its way across your chin. You moaned as you came as well, dropping to the floor, the sight of him cumming so hard setting off your own orgasm.

As you sat up, you looked into his eyes, which were darker. He pulled you up from the floor and hauled you onto the bed, his grin lascivious as he pulled off his tee shirt.

There would be enough time to talk in the morning. But for now, actions spoke louder.

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Hey hun! Can I request bucky x reader where he sees readers thirst trap on Instagram and he comments something like “please sit on my face” thinking nobody can see his comment but absolutely EVERYONE does😏

thirst trapped (bb imagine)

Summary: Bucky’s reaction to Y/N’s newest instagram posts

Word Count: 500

Tags: spicy but not smut

A/N: I LOVE this idea so much. But I’ll do you one better... ;)

“God,” Bucky groaned, coming across your Instagram post, “I want Y/N to sit on my face until I can’t breathe.”

“Ew,” Sam scrunched his nose.

“Be a little more graphic about it, Buck,” Steve teased.

Bucky flipped his phone to the other men to show your picture.

Sam let out a low whistle.

“Okay, okay, I get what you mean,” Steve conceded.

“Sooo when are you gonna tell her that?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Shut up, you know the answer is never.”

“Why!” Steve added, “You should go for it! Who knows, she may even like you back...”

“Nah, no way. She wouldn’t.”

“Buck...”

“Come on,” Sam whined.

“Guys, seriously, it would never happen!”

“But—!”

Bucky stood up, feeling suffocated, “I’m gonna go work out. By the time I’m back, ya’ll better drop this shit...” And he stalked out of the room.

Once the door closed behind him, Sam and Steve shared a smile.

“Nat did a good job,” Steve commented, looking down at the post on his own phone.

“Ooooh yeah. Now it’s our turn.”

“Oh no. What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Sam grinned, though began tapping away on his own phone.

•••

Bucky was working with a punching bag when you entered the training room that afternoon.

“How long have you been in here?” You asked, catching his attention.

He shrugged, stalling his punching bag, “Maybe an hour? Why? What time is it?”

“So you haven’t happened to check your phone at all?”

Bucky frowned, “No? Why?”

“Oh, no reason.”

“You’re scaring me, doll...”

“Me? Scaring you? As you’re beating a punching bag to a pulp?”

Bucky slides a hand across the fabric of the splitting punching bag, “Yeah. I really thought Stark was gonna invest in more durable ones.”

“You can rip metal with your hands, Buck. I don’t know how more durable it could get.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky looked down at your clothes, “What are you even doing here?” You clearly were not dressed to work out.

“Came to find you.”

Bucky’s face heated up, “... W- really?”

“Yup. I heard you saw my Instagram post.”

“‘Heard?’ Heard from who?” He wanted to shrivel into a hole. What the fuck did those boys do?

You unlocked your phone and tossed it to him, “You can give that back when you swing by my room tonight.” And with that, you spun around and strutted out of the training room.

Bucky’s eyes widened at that statement and he looked down at the phone. Underneath your instagram post read a comment from SamWilson67: “Bucky just said he wants you to sit on his face. You didnt hear it from me 👀🤐🏃🏿”

The sheer embarrassment and fury from reading that comment was only slightly weighed out by the fact that you had, by some miracle, been interested in it.

He held your phone in his hands, utterly lost. What? WHAT?!!

After his moment of shock, he hurriedly started unwrapping his hands. You had said tonight, but he was NOT about to wait...

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