#subtle attempts at flirting? idk what else to call it?

[street-of-mercy]

Zoro & Nami | One Piece Episode 3

So, what are we actually gonna do? Find a ship and see how lax the security is around here. Got it.

[fullsunised]

since your request are open and I really enjoy your fanfictions how about „how nct dream would flirt with their crush“

NCT DREAM IMAGINE: CHAPTER EIGHT

╰─▸ ❝ @ nct dream x gn!idol!reader

→ dreamies flirting with their crush + how they act around their crush.

→ requests open

→ trigger warnings: none, swear words?

→ a/n: kinda not flirting but everything else, like thanks for the love </33 hope you enjoy it cutie 😔 I think I should stop calling people pieces of shits- but that's my way of love ig?

crush

MARK LEE

❝I wrote a song, do you wanna um listen to it?❞

makes it as subtle as possible. ayo, he's gonna be bare smitten ye, so he's like writing songs about you at 3AM or like thinking about you during random hours. he's gonna release them- if he does not have courage to ask you out, and when you ask him who it is about, he's just dodging it.

mark mainly flirts with his songs, cause he's really bad at doing it in real life. he's awkward if he does try flirting because haechan convinced him to. you and haechan are laughing at his attempts cause he's honestly so adorable. 

he'd invite you over, and like watch movies and stuff- cause that's his way of showing he likes your presence nah, he can't flirt to save his life, but smooth remarks do come from somewhere randomly. but songs, he writes beautiful shit, ayo he's playing you the guitar when you can't sleep, or you'll be the first person to listen to any new songs he makes.

RENJUN HUANG

❝do you wanna eat together- stop being a idiot❞

he's so adorable man, he's usually not the type to have crushes and shit but when he does, he's just so in love, he's gonna go out of his way to make you things. his way of flirting is acts of service? like pulling the chair for you to sit, or drawing you, or just making sure you're good.

you're heart bare flutters yeah, cause he's just so sweet for what. anyways, if you are like together, he's making those subtle gestures, like touching your pinkies, or like leaning closer to you. ayo, he's so cute. 

but he can also be super mean, like the more I annoy you, the more I love you types. you're gonna be bare pissed, but then he makes up for it with his cutesy shit. tsundere man, he's just giving you, or like staring at you from across the room one minute and calling you swear words the next minute.

JENO LEE

❝you're perfume smells really good, come closer❞

he's confident. stan. he loves, absolutely spending time with you. quality time bro. he's just cuddling you while you watch films, or like reaching to hold your hand. idk, more than words he prefers using gestures to flirt. 

his body language is making it obvious as well, it's like in a room full of people talking he is only paying attention to you, ayo man's calm. he's making eye contact, he is going out of his way to make sure you are doing good. loves seeing you smile, so is gonna make stupid ass unfunny jokes, which are so stupid that they make you grin anyways.

bro he's either licking his lips, or staring at your lips for sure. his hands in his hair, running his fingers, he tries making it subtle but nah ain't working bro. you catch him doing his so often, like he is desperate to touch you some way so he's just like reaching to move your hair out of your face or like lean closer to tell you your perfume smells good, shit like that.

HAECHAN LEE

❝close your eyes, do you see anything? that's me without you❞

bro is not even gonna hide it. cringy ass pick up lines, corny ass dialogues, nah he's not even gonna improve himself after your feed back. he's gonna search up stuff online and use it on you the next day you see each other. 

clingy bro. if you are in the same room as him, he's attached to your hip. he loves touching you, so he's like random cupping your face- smirking like an idiot when you blush, or holding your hand or back hugging you out of no where. the loml. anyways, he's like very open about his feelings towards you.

bros the type to get jealous easily and make it so obvious. you arw laughing with mark, he's coming over and either inserting himself into the convo or making fun of his members to catch your attention. oh, he's funny so he's good at making you laugh. he's sending you flying kisses, winking at you, out of no where bro, he's like so out of pocket. (reminds me of myself fr).

JAEMIN NA

❝i just love having you around, all to myself❞

he flirts like he breathes. makes snarky but heart fluttering comments (unlike haechan) out of no where, you have to prepare your heart twice before seeing him. absolute sweetheart. he's cooking for you, he's playing with you. ong, he does anything to have you alone to himself.

and when you are alone, bro is like the softest piece of shit ever. the way he stares at you, the way his lips curl up or his face lights up every time you are speaking or acknowledging him. he's asking about you all the time, loves  knowing little details about you, so that if he ever asks you out, he's putting in some elements.

spoils you all the time. like not even kidding, buys everything like a two set, one for him one for you. you tell him you liked the way he smelled, he's buying you that perfume so that you can smell the same. you two would be wearing couple items without even being a couple fr.

CHENLE ZHONG

❝you're so pretty- i meant you look like a rat❞

he's spoiling you literally. oh you have an mv shoot, he's sending you a food truck, oh you have a drama shoot, food truck on it's way baby. okay, he's not like open about his feelings so his way of flirting would be rosy cheeks, shy smiles. 

when you enter the room you know his eyes are on you. loves to shower you in gifts, even if you tell him not to, he's gonna pretend like he won't but next day another gift waiting at your door. if you don't speak chinese, then he's calling you pretty and all that adorable shit, but when you ask him he's gonna insult you like his life depends on it.

loves when you spend time with daegal, and let's you do it any time of the day. he wants to hang out with you, he's using daegal as an excuse. anyways, he's easily flustered so not much straight forward flirting is expected. but when he confirms you are into him. watch him turn into a different person bro. he's like cocky, and plays hard to get.

JISUNG PARK

❝do you wanna uh uh um watch a film um with me?❞

he's so shy, like not even funny. he's like staring at you from across the room but when you feel it and turn to him he's looking away, like the cute little shi- person he is. he's more on the awkward side of the spectrum like our dear mark, but sometimes after his members like boost his confidence he tries like inviting you over for a movie or shit.

but even then he's stuttering unable to speak, cause you just pull the air out of him. when you agree, he's subtly sliding his hand behind you on the couch, or like moving closer? or asking you questions about yourself. 

in this dynamic, if you are into him, you're probably the one being flirty rather than him cause idk, just can't see him like being smooth with his words or actions for that matter. nah, but when he's like performing, if he knows you're watching him he'd probably like wink at you or some- mans a different person on stage.

fullsunised.

[ratkingsocks]

So I got around to watching the adventure 02 digimon movie (The Beginning) and, ngl, i have some gripes about what Ukomon being "the first digimon to bond with humans" means lore-wise, but... whatever. I'm being a stick in the mud harumph, harumph

I wanted to ramble about, instead, what I really ENJOYED about Ukomon, which was exactly one thing. IT IS SO INHUMAN, especially at the start. It took me a while to realize and for it to really settle in on why Ukomon creeped me out so much even when it wasn't doing anything particularly weird or menacing and was, for all intents and purposes, being incredibly wholesome... and it was that Ukomon doesn't really seem to talk or behave like other digimon do?

Most other digimon in the franchise are essentially just people! They're lil guys in funky shapes with magic powers, sure, but they're smart as people and emotional and complicated and have unique, dynamic relationships, thoughts, and motivations. Ukomon... had none of those things. It talked exactly one of those corporate chatbot assistants? And basically only had one goal and could only perform exactly what was asked of it with no greater consideration of context or underlying meaning or whatever. Luis says he wants a purple clothing item, Ukomon nabs the nearest purple sock. Regardless of if someone was wearing it or if it's Luis or anything else because none of those other things were stipulated! I think the dub VA kinda nailed the vacantly sweet and cheerful voice that added such an unsettling aspect to Ukomon for me hfjkshdskl idk

In just the same way I used to get SOOOO frustrated with my arduino projects in school, I was getting fed up with Ukomon for not understanding. I was off put by its... attempts to be more human and approachable and subtle missteps in that process. And I think that's at the very least, excellent writing for "the first digimon to bond with a human" because digimon ARE programs. If one had never had to comprehend a human before,,, Ukomon was the like buggy alpha patch! Which, idk, take or leave it lore wise I guess... but this was a weird realization to have mid movie

Also I SUPER thought Luis was about to beat a digimon to death on screen with a baseball bat and I was PETRIFIED DFHSDJKGHKF

Also-also the davis/ken call out of the "ohmygod guys whats with the flirting" made me shriek; absolutely lost it laughing and had to play the scene back to make sure i even heard that correctly. super unexpected

[pomegranates-and-blood]

Headcannon: Shieldmaiden friend with his brothers

My Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Summary: “I was hoping I could request a headcanon of Ivar being nervous around a new shieldmaiden that is friends with his brothers? He finds her attractive, but that makes him nervous bc of his legs and what ppl have said all his life.”

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: My horrible attempts at whatever the fuck this ended up being, nothing else I can think of.

A/N: So yeah, I made a thing. Am I happy with the thing? Nope. Am I proud of the thing? Nopity nope. Am I gonna post it anyways and hope you guys don’t hate it? Yep.

But yeah, first time writing headcanons, first time diving head first into season 4 Ivar. I sincerely hope you like it, and idk, would love to hear your thoughts, good or bad, on this one. Thank you!

Taglist: @1950schick​​

·         You were one of the shieldmaidens to accompany Björn to the Mediterranean, and you grew close to both him and Hvitserk on the journey.

·         You joined the Great Heathen Army alongside your brother, and everyone was surprised to see Björn sprint towards you as soon as he saw your ship, lifting you off the ground in a tight embrace.

·         Although Sigurd isn’t too thrilled or interested in you, both Ubbe and Ivar are immediately drawn to you.

·         The former, because there’s rumors about how you once bested Björn when sparring with those curved swords.

·         The latter, for completely different reasons. Though, you being a great warrior does help.

·         With you being close to his brothers Ivar finds himself knowing more and more about you with every passing day, and in the midst of the war to avenge his father, with his heart heavy with pain and loss, he finds you, with your easy smiles and your friendly nature, a welcome distraction.

·         That’s what he calls it, at first. When he spends each chance he has watching you from afar, witnessing your interactions with the group of shieldmaidens you call sisters in arms; when he finds himself thinking of you late at night and early in the morning; when he realizes he misses you when you’re gone, even though he tells himself he has nothing to miss.

·         The realization that he actually feels something for you dawns on him when he sees some Dane warrior dancing with you on a feast after Aelle is conquered, and the urge to stake his claim, to go there and interrupt whatever it is that is happening before his eyes, fills him, makes an impulsive hand reach for the axe at his side.

·         Ivar is…well, Ivar, so there’s no way he’d willingly let you -or anyone else, for that matter- know that he’s interested in you.

·         Which he is. Very much so. Because, much to his growing frustration -in more ways than one- he can’t get you out of his head.

·         Still, that doesn’t mean he’d willingly disclose it. He isn’t subtle, though.

·         But people notice. His brothers notice.

·         Björn isn’t thrilled with it, but considering Aslaug isn’t alive to bend to Ivar’s will and have some poor girl forced into marriage with the youngest son of Ragnar, he isn’t too concerned. If something happens, it is because you choose it so, and that’s enough for him.

·         Ubbe bristles up. He knows bits and pieces of what happened with Margrethe, but he has been witness too many times of how Sigurd uses what happened with her against Ivar- something he swears one day will end in tragedy, thankfully nothing too difficult to contain or heal so far-; and he still feels responsible about setting up the whole thing. The last thing he wants is for it to happen again, with someone that is quickly becoming a close friend of him and his brothers.

·         And of course, Sigurd notices, and is cruelly delighted in it. He does try a couple of times teasing Ivar about it when you’re near, but you never stood for those kinds of games, so he was eventually discouraged from continuing.

·         Doesn’t stop him from privately tormenting Ivar about it. It is his duty as older brother after all, and since Ubbe is too busy mothering Ivar, and Hvitserk too busy trying to fuck his way through England, it falls unto him. He may go too far once or twice, but their relationship has always been that way.

·         Sigurd’s teasing only manages to put Ivar more and more on edge about these stupid -pathetic, useless, soft- feelings, and the few times you try getting close to him, he usually snaps at you or reacts badly.

·         Because you are very interested, even if you are much better at hiding it. Ivar proves to be incredibly smart, and with the march of the Great Heathen Army being the first time you’ve travelled this far from home, fought in so many important battles, you find yourself fascinated by him and the way he seems to understand what goes beyond fighting, what becomes war.

·         But, when you are try getting close to him with subtle flirting or soft touches, Ivar thinks you are pitying him or mocking him, and when you are more direct and try finding common ground to get to know each other, he thinks you’re pushing him away.

·         It confuses you, and frankly, it confuses him too.

·         It confuses everyone that has become an unwilling spectator to all of this.

·         Ivar does try his best at being nice to you, it just manages to backfire most of the time.

·         You could be sharing a meal with him and his brothers, and he’d try complimenting you, saying something about how you have proven to be a fine shieldmaiden. But feeling too many eyes on him, feeling like he left himself open for ridicule or rejection, he’d add something else, like how you are obviously aided by the fact you use weapons not familiar to Vikings.

·         He’d fuck most things up, is what I mean.

·         And he’d know -and you’d make it very much clear- that he has upset you, or made you angry.

·         He would try apologizing, but it is Ivar, so “I’m sorry” won’t leave his lips unless someone pries it off him, so, he’d try…alternative approaches.

·         First, gifts. Women like those, right? He’d try buying the prettiest, most expensive thing he can find, and leaving it for you to find. Or, if he is in a particularly good day -if he managed to get one up on Sigurd, maybe, that’d be a good day- he’d give it to you in person.

·         Throwing expensive things at you wouldn’t exactly work, making you feel inadequate and cheap. He notices, so he’d try something else.

·         He wants you closer, so he makes it so that you always sit with him and his brothers at the table where the leaders of the army dine.

·         Before long many men -including Harald, to whom Ivar notices you giving easier smiles than the rest, much to his horror- manage to sleaze their way to the chair at your other side, chatting with you during the nights, making you smile and laugh.

·         When word of how one of them tried talking your brother into a marriage arrangement reaches Ivar, he pulls back on his idea of having you sit with him.

·         To you, it just looks like a rejection, and Ivar notices you grow colder, more distant.

·         With the threat of how desired you have proven yourself to be, a beautiful woman and a fierce shieldmaiden, hanging over his head, Ivar grows more and more restless, and resolute he has to prove to you he can offer you much more than any of these men can.

·         He tries everything he can think of. Make it so that you are there when he beats his brothers in target practice, boast about how his strategy was what won them many a battle against the Saxons, repeat the tales about how he and his brothers are descended from the Gods themselves.

·         When Ivar makes the contraptions for his legs, he goes to find you with -barely contained, he shouldn’t even bother trying to hide it really- enthusiasm, trying to show off in front of you.

·         He ties a lot of his self-worth into how people perceive him, into how much of a ‘normal man’ he can pass off as, and as we know he stands a lot prouder and a lot more confident once he gains more control of the Great Army and manages to make those things.

·         When you see him, though, even though he is preening and standing tall, chin high and shoulders squared; all you do is look at the contraptions around his legs and back into his eyes.

·         “You’re a better fighter without those.” You’d say, and nothing else.

·         Ivar would sulk. There’s no way to impress you, nothing he can do to make you look at him with that mischievous streak you share with Hvitserk, or that companiable closeness you have with Björn.

·         Anger would quickly enough win over any impulse to sulk and feel sorry for himself, though.

·         He’d eventually grow colder, crueler, towards you. He’d feel like you rejected him, and being angry towards you -and in return making you be angry towards him- gives him someone to blame, gives him some way of letting the pain have form, have a target for all the mess of emotions it leaves inside him.

·         When Björn starts making plans to return to the Mediterranean, he fully expects to see you depart following his brother and never seeing you again.

·         He hates himself for grieving the loss of you, someone he never had, someone that -as far as he knows- never cared about him anyways.

·         But he does. The day when Björn and those who choose to come with him will depart East approaches, and Ivar is more on edge than ever.

·         Restless, angry, and with no one to blame but himself. But, of course, he won’t do that, no.

·         He taunts you, makes jabs at you and how you run after Björn like an enamored thrall, points out you choose to sail a ship like a coward instead of staying here -staying with him- and fighting the Saxons.

·         When you snap back, voice loud and eyes furious, that you were never planning on sailing back with Björn, you manage for once to stun Ivar into silence.

·         You don’t even give him time to hold on to cruelty, to the pain and anger he uses as both a weapon and a shield. You stand up from the table and leave the hall.

·         Hvitserk doesn’t lift his head from his food, but still grumbles that he should go after her. At Ivar’s affronted frown, Ubbe insists that he should, offering his little brother a sly smile and something about going to find his woman.

·         Ivar would deny to his very grave and beyond it that his ears turned red at the implication behind Ubbe’s words.

·         But he did, trying to dispel thoughts that told him how he was running after you like a lovesick puppy.

·         When he finds you, you are still angry, because of course you are. And your anger is to Ivar like an electric shock over an exposed nerve, drawing out all the vitriol and fury and explosiveness.

·         Before long he has managed to make you angrier than he has ever seen you, and your voices rise with your tempers.

·         A second time you manage to stun Ivar into silence comes shortly after the argument between the two erupts.

·         He doesn’t even remember what he was about to say, only that with a few words about how you chose to stay with the Great Army for him makes all the thoughts on his head disappear.

·         Before he can twist himself into knots about it, thinking how it must surely be a lie, how you are playing some cruel trick on him; you lean in and kiss him.

·         Ivar doesn’t know how to react, not at first. The only woman he has kissed before was a slave his brother instructed to sleep with him, and he refuses to think of that night, of that woman.

·         He stays frozen under your touch, until you pull back, and smile.

·         He realizes when lack of air makes your kiss end that in your eyes you don’t have that glint of playfulness you share with Hvitserk, or that comfortable understanding you have with Björn; but something more tender, more real, and definitely hungrier.

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So yeah, that’s that. I have never written headcanons before, and I struggle a lot with season 4 Ivar (who am I kidding, I struggle with writing Ivar in general) even tho he is my favorite Ivar. Idk, I gave it my best, hopefully I can learn from this and get better at it lol

Thank you so much for reading, lovelies!! <3

[spacemilkies]

Ff7 request, Reno likes his girl taking some control over him when it comes to intimate things. Being dominated a little, he finds it extremely hot. Nsfw, sfw, your choice, but maybe some steamy kissing? Hair pulling, groping, idk, whatever you come up with ;)

Black Forest | Reno x Reader

‘The only thing harder than being a Turk, was loving one’

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a/n: this was pretty much all mature content? but i'm not ashamed of it in the slightest. adding it to the black forest series, bc why not. thank you for the request!

When people thought of Reno, three things came to mind. 

1. His love to fly

2. His love to flirt shamelessly,

3. His love to gossip freely. 

It built the character of the cocky and often cynical Turk with a lazy disposition toward analytical genius. 

When Reno thought of you, three different attributes came to mind, all centered around his adoration of your more assertive nature.       

   1#: Your love for attention.

Reno is convinced that he has a sixth sense for you, acutely aware every time you’re in proximity. It’s always been a distracting quality, whether in the heat of battle or now, relaxed comfortably against the couch with suspicious eyes as you kneel innocently between his spread thighs. 

His call with Rude had started with business but eventually simmered into more mundane topics of social affairs and various forms of entertainment. Their partnership wasn’t a strong union without a bit of off-the-clock bonding. 

It served as some much needed guy time, which was very prominently exclusive from yours. 

Your selfish desire to have his attention at any given moment should have been an aggravating quality if you didn’t look so damn sexy with your attempts to garner it. Even now as his gaze follows the curve of your back as you arch to press your bosom against his chest. 

He knows where this is leading immediately, yet only a small part of him feels bad for Rude. 

“I … ah, no Yeah, I’m listening. I missed that highlight though. Tell me about it.”

Reno is aware of the tremor already thrumming at the end of his speech, an element of the situation that he can’t really do anything about. Neither about the hitch as you adjust your weight to hover over his apex, undulating your hips at a leisure pace with a whisper of friction. It’s the visual of promise that does most of the work as he watches the show through a half-lidded gaze. His arousal spiked the moment you entered the room and you already had a tight grip on the reins.

His leisure wear around the house does nothing to hide the thick line of provocation raising against the fabric. Reno tips his head back against the couch, the column of his throat jumping with a thick swallow as you adopt a more purposeful rhythm. 

Sunlight spills across the whiteness of your smile as he responds brokenly to a prompt you can’t pick up on the other line. There’s a tremor to his hold of the phone, tight enough that you wonder if he’ll end the call prematurely before your fun is over. 

Poor Rude has to know something is up as he fruitlessly attempts to gather the fraying threads of Reno’s attention. You can finally hear the deep baritone of his voice when you duck your head to run the flat of your tongue against Reno’s collar. There you nibble at the bone, teeth catching in away that he can’t ignore as a low groan tumbles from the redhead’s lips. 

It’s enough to shift the rules of the game as you break an unnamed vow of silence, breathless sounds catching as you work yourself harder against the wet stain pooling in his lap. The pleasure is more than mutual now, Reno’s shoulder’s going taut with strain. He wets his lips sloppily and tilts his hips upwards to catch the downward drag against his more than interested erection. 

The moment he opens his mouth to speak, you’re there to kiss the heat straight from his tongue, demanding entrance without question as your tongue slides against his aperture. With a whimper and sigh, you shift closer. 

You’re not sure who breaks the kiss first, only reminded of a certain third party as Reno’s mouth skims down your chin.

“Sorry, Rude. It appears I’ve been summoned.”

#2 Your love to punish.

“Aw, Reno are you crying?”

He wasn’t, he wanted to deny vehemently. But as his eyes drew in tight together and the moisture collected against his lashes it didn't make for a very convincing argument. Shifting fruitlessly, Reno draws in a harrowing breath as the strain of his muscles pulls against the taut restraints pinning him to the bed frame. 

It had taken him too long into a week of silence to realize he was the reason behind it. He had interpreted your cold shoulders and lack of communication as stress on the job, certainly not taking into account the plethora of time it allowed you to simmer about his blunder. 

A fault he still couldn't pinpoint but he was sure if he asked anyone at the office, they would be able to procure a list out of nowhere. The redhead had a tendency to align towards recklessness and careless attitudes which more than often spelt trouble. One would think he would have learned his lesson by now. But they weren’t privy to the curriculum of those classes. 

Or how enjoyable they were.

Or maybe he was just a bit of a masochist. 

Folded snuggly around his turgid cock, Reno found heaven in the pits of hell as your drenched core worked back and forth. You were a sight to behold, seemingly unaffected aside from a light sheen of sweats as you grind the bareness of your flesh against his. While he’s the opposite, harsh pants and uninhibited whimpers. 

And you enjoy it all with a wicked smile. 

You adjust your hands, placing on against the firm heat of his chest while the other braces against the white curve of his shoulder, fingers curling into a visible pressure that blooms against the color of his skin. Your back arches, allowing the head of his cock to catch at the ring of your entrance before rotating back to ride back down his shaft. 

His arms jerk with the motion of trying to reach, but it's an empty action without any real intent. More of a reflex than anything else. The spill of his precum makes a sticky web between your fingers as you circle the sensitive slit with your thumb. He’s swollen and fat and barely hanging on by a prayer.

With the help of a cock ring it might have made it easier. No matter how hard he tried to cum it just wouldn’t be in his cards. But there was something more beautiful about the curtailment he holds himself accountable to, resisting the urge to blow when having all the freedom to do so. 

There is active pleasure in riding him like this, feeling every vein of his throbbing arousal spike gratification against your sensitive walls. But the true satisfaction came from every shudder and choked groan as he shakes his head to fight off the haze. 

Mercy is a thin promise, slippery as your tongue skims across the seam of his lips. He believes it’s the closest he’ll get to tasting you, a bitter whimper leaking from his mouth in a muffled sound. The kiss is messy and hungry as you allow him the opportunity to sample your pleasure. 

It only takes a subtle twist of the hips to guide his cock back in line as you back into the press of him inside you. Your wetness spills around him, almost excessively so as it spills against his inner thigh. It doesn’t take much for you to lose traction of your own orgasm, nothing stopping you from quaking freely around him as he rolls into a few finishing thrusts before stilling. 

He’s rock hard, tremulous and near delirium and yet-

“Fuck me … I’m so in love with you.”

#3 You love the satisfaction of pleasing what's yours.

“You look stressed.”

Despite the mountain of paperwork on his desk, Reno’s attention was happily placed elsewhere. Before rolling to you, his gaze seemed very attentive to the screen of his phone as his fingers tapped a rhythm that looked more familiar to a mobile game than a response for a work related email. But now that you were here, he seemed pleased to have a new distraction. 

Curling his fingers inward, he beckoned you closer and the moment you were in reach he pulled you into his lap.

“Beyond fucked over, you see all this shit Tseng has me doing?”

Laughing humorously at his expense, you leaned in to press a kiss to the generous exposure of his chest. “If that’s the same stack I saw delivered in here earlier today, I’m more inclined to say the blame is in your park. Did you even try?”

The hand at your waist squeezed as his lips formed something between a gripe and a grumble of complaint. “Of course I’ve been workin, yo. What do I look like, a freeloader?”

It was an open invitation that took credible effort not to buy into. 

“You look like you could use a bit of TLC.”

Bracing against his shoulder, you readjust yourself to straddle his lap. Taking his face into your hands, you coax him into a slow kiss the taste of stale coffee and mints mixing with your own tang. Reno bites your tongue and you reflexively tangle your hands in his hair to pull it taut. 

He winces at the action but doesn’t complain. “What are the chances of you riding me being in that wholesome itinerary of yours?”

You take the opportunity to make him flinch again, this time away from the sharp nip of your teeth against his bottom lip. “Slim to none.”

He offered a placating medium by rubbing his palms against your thighs, “So what do you have in mind then?”

His answer comes in the form of your hands at his buckle. 

Pleased with the predictable but unvoiced assumption, Reno leans back readily in his chair to give you ample room. “Oh, shit yeah.”

Rolling your eyes, you free him from his briefs and curl your fingers around his length,”Try not to embarrass yourself.”

The redhead hisses out a ‘yes, ma’am’, instinctively rocking his hips into the downward thrust of your hand. You pull away just long enough to spit crudely into your palm before returning with an underhand grip. Anticipation seizes his muscles, overlaying the strain of stress as eyes slid shut. 

At home you would have gone for a more languid approach, mimicking a gentle massage to build him up slowly and bring him down just as gently. But work offers a different time restraint as you work up to a more persistent, fluid motion strokes. 

The hand still lingering on your thigh squeezes reflectively to the drag of your thumb over the head of his cock. The setting is too much of a stimulant to ignore, the need to rush injecting adrenaline into his veins and blooms outward from the line of his spine. 

Familiar with the course of pleasure, you preemptively snatch a few tissues from the corner of his desk just in time to save his uniform from the spilling capitulation. 

You’re still running the edges of the balled up material against your hands when his eyes blink open. 

“Aw, you’re not going to lick it off? What a buzz kill.”

Despite his seemingly ungrateful wording, his tone held the gratitude needed to produce a smile on your lips to which he mirrors. Tucked away but still unbuttoned, he draws you in for a kiss that you indulge momentarily before slipping away. 

When you look over your shoulder, the man is still sagged in his chair with a look of satisfaction as his wiggles his fingers in your direction. 

“See you at home, yo. Thanks for the good ole’ love and care.”

[pandas-pandemonium]

you write for svt?? if your requests are open at the moment could you do maybe them being possessive because of someone else flirting with their s/o? or generic profiles? idk it's up to you really lol 😂😂 -♣️

I’ll go with short drabbles, and I’m not sure if you wanted it to be yandere or not, so I toned the possessiveness down a bit. It turned out to be more subtle jealousy than possessive, so sorry if it’s not what you wanted! Also because there are so many of them, I’m cutting this answer into three parts. Also just for future notice, for big groups like Seventeen and NCT, it’ll be good if you keep the members requested to 5 or less. 

This was written as Fem!Reader.

(I actually state it in my rules, but that link’s not working rn whoops)

Seventeen Reacting to Someone flirting with their S/O (Half of Hyung Line)[1/3]

Part 1, 2, 3

Choi Seungcheol

It really irked him, honestly. Seeing that man so blatantly making moves on you. Who does he think he is? Can’t he see that your boyfriend was literally next to you? Seungcheol couldn’t tell whether or not the flirt was blind or ignorant, or both, because he certainly didn’t seem to notice the glare he was shooting the man in front of you. After the second (incredibly lame) pick-up line the lanky man threw at you, which you smoothly rejected, Seungcheol let out a loud exasperated groan.

“Hey, you do realise you’re flirting with someone’s girlfriend in front of them, right?” he asked, an obvious edge to his voice.

You glanced at your boyfriend’s side profile for a moment. Honestly, you weren’t surprised. Rather you were more amazed that he managed to hold back from punching the guy over the head the second the flirt tried to make a move on you. However, you knew his limits were being tested by the awfully tight grip he had on your hand.

“Hey man, chill… I didn’t know she was your girl, I swear,” was the flirt’s lame excuse. You almost wanted to laugh. As if he didn’t know. The two of you were practically joined at the hip, looking like any couple on the streets of Seoul. He had a lousy excuse, and it was clear Seungcheol thought so too.

“Yeah right. Do you need your eyes checked or something? We-“ He held up your hand, tightly clasped in his larger one, “Are obviously a couple, so get lost.”

The sad excuse for a man rolled his eyes and turned to you instead. “Hey sweetheart, why don’t you just leave this guy and come with me instead?” To say you were baffled was an understatement. Was this guy serious? Why the hell was he trying to aggravate Seungcheol even more?

You groaned and turned to your boyfriend, clutching the sleeve of his jacket.

“Come on, Cheol-ie… he’s not worth the time, let’s just leave,” You said.

Seungcheol looked down at you and his eyes softened. “You’re right, babe. Let’s go, the café closes soon anyway.”

As soon as the two of you turned around to leave, Seungcheol’s hand left yours and crept around to hold your shoulder, pulling you even closer to him.

Yoon Jeonghan

Jeonghan probably just about had it with the guy. He didn’t blame you, you were a sweet, pretty girl after all. What really annoyed him however, was the fact that the guy seemed relentless and completely ignored your numerous attempts to get him off your back. At that point, Jeonghan regretted leaving you alone while he went to go buy popcorn for the movie. With an exasperated sigh, the man marched up to the flirt, bucket of popcorn in one arm. The flirt was so caught up in trying to make a move on you, that he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Behind him, in all his glory, was a very furious looking Yoon Jeonghan.

 “Whoa- what the hell man! What was that for?!” The man yelled at Jeonghan. 

“Leave my girlfriend alone,” The blonde male said, stressing the word ‘girlfriend’ and his eyes staring daggers straight into the other man’s.

“Hey, hey! No need to get huffy, we were just making small talk, seriously,” the man sputtered out in an attempt to defend his actions. 

Jeonghan rolled his eyes and nodded sarcastically, “Yeah, making small talk. As if I believe that you punk. If a girl says no, she means it, now get lost!” 

Meanwhile, you stood at the side nervously watching the tirade go on. You were really hoping to get out of the situation without your boyfriend’s help, because you knew how sharp his words could cut when he got mad. You silently prayed that the flirt would get the hint and not irritate the blond any further, unless he wanted a bucket of popcorn flung at his face. Thankfully, that scene didn’t happen, and the man awkwardly shrugged off Jeonghan’s arm and walked off briskly.

After dispersing the situation, Jeonghan sighed, combing his hair back, exasperated. “Honestly, some people just can’t get the hint now can they,” he muttered under his breath. 

His attention then turned to you and he quickly held your hand.“You’re okay right?” He asked, concern in his eyes, causing a light blush on your cheeks. 

“Yep! Thanks for helping me out, Han-nie,” you said, pecking his lips. This time he was the one blushing. 

“Anything for my lovely girl,” he said with a smile, wrapping an arm around your waist, guiding the two of you to the cinema hall.

Joshua Hong

Joshua usually wasn’t a possessive or jealous man, but that douchebag over there was really testing his patience. He could see it in your eyes as well, with how annoyed you were at the man’s persistence. Joshua glanced over at the counter, impatiently tapping his foot. Did McDonalds always take this long with their orders? He just wanted to get both your food and get you away from this uncomfortable situation already.

The food seemed like it was almost ready, but unfortunately, Joshua’s patience had just reached its limit. Wordlessly, he stomped over to you and grabbed your hand.

“Shua?” you stuttered out of surprise.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice low. You could just feel his restrained anger and annoyance radiating from him.

“But Shua, our food!” you exclaimed. Your boyfriend sighed again and paused in front of the counter. Thankfully, the cashier had just put the paper bag on the counter and was about to call for the two of you, allowing you to quickly grab it and go.

Once in the car, you put the food at the back and turned to your boyfriend.

“You know, I had that situation handled…” you said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. The grapefruit-haired man groaned.

“I know, but that guy really got to me. I mean, you literally told him that you have a boyfriend three times! Heck, I really wanted to deck the guy!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up, briefly causing the car to almost swing.

“Hands on the wheel, Shua-ya!” You warned, internally panicking for a quick moment. Joshua sighed, and glanced over to you.

“Right…I’m sorry but, [Y/N] …I just couldn’t stand it. You’re my girlfriend and it’s my duty as your boyfriend to take care of you when you’re in uncomfortable situations like that,” he said.

You smiled and nodded, placing a hand over his thigh, “I know Joshua, thank you really.”

Wen Junhui

It wasn’t often that Jun ever really got angry or jealous, even when he did, he barely showed it. He was never really the type to properly talk about his feelings after all, and so you, as his girlfriend, had to learn to watch his body language. It was during this particular scenario that you were thankful that you had learned to guess what he was feeling, even without saying it.

Earlier that day, both you and Jun went to a cat café for a date. Unfortunately, one of the staff seemed to disregard any possibility of the both of you being a couple, despite it being blaringly obvious, and slipped you their number. Safe to say, the paper with the digits scribbled on it did not go unnoticed by your boyfriend, even when he was busy entertaining a small British short haired kitten. 

“Wow, that staff’s really brave huh,” he commented, glancing at the paper slip in your hand.

Nervously, you chuckled, “Yeah.” You then pocketed the strip of paper, having no intention of calling the number written on it. Before you could however, Jun reached his hand out to pluck it from your hand.

“Don’t keep it if you’re not interested. I’ll just throw this away for you,” he offered. You raised an eyebrow. His words seemed to carry a touch of nervousness or some kind of edge to it for some reason. 

“Um, yeah sure. Just not here, maybe?” You said. You weren’t interested in the staff member who slipped you their number, but you weren’t about to hurt someone’s pride and feelings by letting them find it in the café’s rubbish bin.

“Why not? I mean, there’s no reason to keep something you don’t want, right?” he asked, his eyes staring back at you, blinking innocently.

You sighed, “Jun, you know I only have eyes for you. You don’t have to be jealous okay?”

For a moment, Jun’s face looked taken back, before he laughed it off.“I’m not jealous, seriously! What made you think that?” 

You sighed again, setting the cat toy you were holding on the floor, “Junhui-ah, I’ve known you for years. I can tell you’re jealous even if you don’t admit it.”

That day, your boyfriend seemed clingier than ever, perhaps in a silent admittance to his feelings.

[transastronautistic]

I have some friends that watch the good doctor and I’ve only seen one episode but I wanted to know if you think it’s good representation of autism and if there is anything I should know before I watch it because it looks really good?

Ah yes hello!! Overall I think The Good Doctor is a fantastic portrayal of one autistic person – it does not try to represent All Autistic People, and that’s a good thing. It’s not perfect, but it’s pretty great. I find a lot of Shaun’s actions and experiences very relateable as an autistic person.

I’ll start with some general content warnings so that you know what to watch out for when starting the show; then I’ll go through the pros and cons of its portrayal of autism.

Content warnings for the show:

Anti-autistic ableism. Other characters are often ableist towards Shaun. This is usually portrayed well, in my opinion – it’s what I would expect from other surgeons and from some patients when an autistic surgical resident comes into a hospital; but it’s not always fun to watch. As the season has gone on, ableism from the main characters has (mostly) decreased, luckily! They’re learning. However, spoilers for a later episode, one character pushes Shaun into a meltdown at one point

Abuse, animal cruelty. In some of the earliest episodes, there’s emotional abuse of Shaun by his dad as well as very cruel bullying from his peers, and there’s also brief animal cruelty.

Death of a sapphic woman. In one episode, a sapphic woman dies after being injured and we see her wife grief. That was really hard for me to watch; if you message me I can tell you which ep and give you more details.

Death and surgical gore stuff, as you would expect in a medical drama.

Weaknesses in its portrayal of autism:

Non-autistic actors and consultants. Shaun is played by Freddie Highmore, who is not autistic. It definitely would have been cooler to have an actually autistic actor. And the main “autism consultant” of the show is Melissa Reiner, who isn’t autistic herself but works with “families who have children on the Autism spectrum.” (The explanation of her work with autistic kids is not worded super great but at least aba isn’t mentioned, so hey, maybe her therapy is actually good?) Still, the portrayal of autism feels real and accurate enough that I’m surprised that the actor and consultant are not autistic; wherever they’re getting their information, it’s working for them.

Not a diverse portrayal of autism. Shaun is a white man, most likely cis and probably straight – just like most portrayals of autism already in fiction. Some people genuinely don’t realize that people other than white men can be autistic, and lack of diverse representation doesn’t help fight that misconception. The only other canonically autistic character so far was also white and male. (I do want to note that the actual show has a lot of racial diversity and some great female characters, though. So it’s not horrible in terms of overall diversity.)

Claiming Shaun has savant syndrome. I don’t think Shaun has any traits that can’t be explained simply by autism; they didn’t have to give him savant syndrome. I feel like they did it just to explain his high intelligence…as if autistic people…can’t be smart? idk. What do other autistic folks think about that?

Functioning labels are used in the show. I don’t recall Shaun ever calling himself high-functioning, but other characters sometimes call him that.

Infringements on Shaun’s agency. A character who is near and dear to Shaun keeps pushing Shaun to get a caregiver despite Shaun clearly not wanting one, and it’s annoying me. Still, if the overall message ends up being that this is a bad thing (the arch isn’t complete yet so I’m not sure if it will or won’t), then I’d move this point over to the show’s strengths.

Strengths in its portrayal of autism:

Switching between person first and identity first language. Since autistic people ourselves will often switch around saying we’re autistic, have autism, or are on the spectrum, I like that the characters switch around their language too. I tried to keep count of which language Shaun used most, I think it was fairly evenly split between have autism and autistic. 

Autistic traits without overdoing it. Some fiction crams a ton of traits into one character as if to be autistic you have to express the whole list of traits…I don’t feel like this show does that with Shaun. But here are some of the traits he does express:

 sensory overload – Shaun responds to unfamiliar and/or overwhelming environments by rocking or fiddling with his toy knife, and seems to be semi-verbal during them: unable to answer questions but able to reply to statements. He rocks when distressed.

special interests – it is clear that human anatomy is a special interest for Shaun; when a traumatic thing happens engaging in this interest is the only comfort he has. I write more on the show’s treatment of special interests in this post (with show spoilers).

routine

samefoods!

high spatial intelligence

difficulty understanding sarcasm and flirting

trouble expressing to others what he plans to do sometimes

uncomfortable with physical contact, though he usually tolerates it and at at least one point initiates it on his own terms

at least one shutdown and one meltdown are depicted

repeating phrases – some being instances of echolalia, others being an attempt to make people understand

fixation on what needs to be done; he calls it perseveration – he won’t stop thinking about a thing if it spikes his interest or seems out of place to him or is a puzzle to be solved

Stimming! The word stimming has only been used one time in the show so far; I do wish it was used more often, especially since the one instance of its use was for the behavior of the teen-aged autistic patient featured in one episode – that was an example of anxious, overwhelmed stimming, so it would be nice to have them use that word to name an instance of positive stimming as well, in my opinion. But anyway, whether or not they call it stimming Shaun stims a lot! It’s usually in more subtle ways, which gives me the feeling he’s been taught to repress more overt stims, which makes sense with his history of abuse and bullying. Some of his main stims include holding his hands folded, pacing, and rocking. When he’s upset or overstimulated he raises his hands near his head and at one point when melting down hits his head.

Breaking down some stereotypes.

Even though they call him “high functioning,” Shaun does not fit the usual definition of that label. He needs less support for some things, and more for other things. There are times when he is selectively verbal.

Shaun evinces deep compassion for people, which is nice when “emotionless, heartless robot” is a common stereotype about autistic people. At the same time, the way he expresses that compassion and his emotions is not a neurotypical way, and some characters miss it.

Shaun gets crushes and seems to have a sex drive. Fiction tends to make autistic characters completely desexualized or else over-sexualized in a creepy way (like in Netflix’s Atypical, where the guy doesn’t respect boundaries or consent). While I personally am not a fan of some of the ways they portray Shaun’s sexuality, it is cool that they’re trying to dismantle the usual stereotypes.

Shaun is able to establish meaningful relationships, contrary to a really hurtful stigma about autistic people. His relationship with his brother as a kid, his relationship with Dr. Glassman, and his friendship with Claire are some examples. Something I appreciate about his friendship with Claire is that she doesn’t expect him to make all the effort at communicating her way – she tries to communicate his way, too.

Portraying anti-autistic ableism as a civil rights issue. In the first episode, the discussion around whether an autistic person should be “allowed” to be a surgeon is framed as a civil rights issue – Aaron talks about how not long ago a Black surgeon or a woman surgeon would not have been accepted at the hospital, and it’s likewise bigoted to reject a surgeon simply for being autistic. He notes how the same arguments were used – did they have the emotional control, what would the patients think – to bar women and Black people that the hospital is now using against Shaun.

Do other autistic folks have any thoughts on the pros and cons of autistic representation in The Good Doctor?

[lady-thor-foster]

Oh Captain! // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, Nat x Bucky (WinterWidow) Word Count: 2k+ Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut, ‘Captain’ kink. This is a bit of a slow burn. I’m not sorry. 

Summary: How is Steve supposed to resist you when you call him Captain like that? How is anyone supposed to resist those god-forsakenly beautiful thighs? Naturally you both have to fuck it out; your only choice really. WinterWidow makes a brief appearance. Bonus: Tony Stark’s seal of approval.

A/N: Idk why my fics keep starting in the gym, maybe it’s a sneaky way of telling myself I need to work out more. Lmao, ignore me. I’m so sorry. This was supposed to me a short 500 or so word one shot but I’m a goddamn wordy ass ho with no self-control and a shitty understanding of the word ‘short’. Happy New Year everyone 

PART 2

Working out with Captain America was always a spectacle. No one could blame you really.

He always showed up to the training room in a white tee shirt that seemed just maybe a size too small and sweat pants that left nothing to the imagination. Literally not a damn thing. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was doing this on purpose. That man was a walking sex fantasy. You could literally create a successful porno of him just working out. Many of the women (and men, because hello, have you seen Steven Grant Rogers?) in the Tower had arranged their workout schedules around his; he pretended not to notice. On the plus side, everyone seemed to be in the best shape of their lives.

You couldn’t help yourself really; you’d be in the middle of a weight lifting set and would catch yourself inadvertently staring at Steve’s thighs, arms, not-so-subtle dick print, and that glorious chest, oh man his hands...basically any portion of his body that graced your line of sight. You’d catch him staring at you as well. Every time you did your squat sets you swore you could feel his baby blues staring holes into your ass. He might have been a complete gentleman, but you could always tell when a man was staring at your cleavage. It’s one of those skills that women just develop without even realising it. You frequently felt guilty for objectifying him this way but knowing he was doing the same went a long way to alleviate said guilt.

Today was one of those rare days where you and Steve had the training room all to yourself.

“Morning, Captain,” you all but purred. Goddammit Y/N, get yourself under control, you thought.

Steve felt his cock twitch at the sultriness of your tone. Fuck me. He’d never tell a soul but he loved the way you always called him that. You were an absolutely beautiful woman; he’d often catch himself deep in a fantasy of wondering just how delicious your dark copper skin tasted. He’d do almost anything to find out. Maybe today was a bad day to go commando, he wondered briefly.

He cleared his throat, “Good morning, Agent.” The deep brusqueness of his voice sent shivers down your spine. Get a grip, Y/N; he’s Captain America for crying out loud.

You both settled into your warm up routines; he started with a quick jog on the treadmill while you opted for yoga. There was one small problem. The yoga mats just happened to be in front of the treadmill station. Mentally scolding yourself, you decided you’d put all your focus into warming up and stretching. Steve seemed to be paying you no mind; a quick glance his way revealed he’d slipped on some comfy headphones and settled into an easy pace. Distracting yourself with the intensity of yoga worked…for about an hour. You were completely lost when Steve moved to that goddamn punching bag.

Steve wanted to kick himself for decided to start his warm up with a jog. How the hell could he have known you were going to choose yoga? It was a monumental effort to keep his breathing even especially when you did that one fucking pose where your shapely ass tormented him in all the best ways. Running with a raging erection was damn near impossible. They didn’t call him the Super Soldier for nothing. No matter what he did or how many mission reports he fought to focus on, he could not tear his eyes away from the erotic flexibility of your body. His mother would be ashamed; she didn’t raise him to objectify a woman like this, no matter how badly he craved her. Today was definitely a bad day to go commando. He moved to the punching bags hoping they would provide some relief or, at the very least, send his blood rushing somewhere else. It was a feeble attempt really.

If you looked up sexual tension in the dictionary, there’d be a gif of the two of you frustrated as hell working out in the Tower gym and uselessly pretending that you weren’t watching one another with sneaky lustful eyes. You couldn’t even remember how long it’d had been since you’d gotten laid. Working for SHIELD killed any attempt at a social life. Goddamn world governments who couldn’t seem to keep the peace long enough for you to pick up a hot man (or woman) and work out those sexual frustrations you’d racked up over long missions. Giving up on your yoga, you moved to the stationary bikes; perhaps cardio and sweat would burn this heat out of you. Your bastardly libido took that as a challenge.

From his position at the punching bags, Steve could see just how perfectly shaped your legs were on the stationary bikes. Fuck; there goes that raging erection again. Your long curly hair in a messy pony tail gave him unfettered access of your bouncing cleavage. Steve truly didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. Thankfully, Nat decided to grace the gym with her presence.

“Y/N! Rogers! What are you two doing here so early?” she snickered. She picked up on the tension between the two of you months before.

“Oh you know, the early bird catches the worm and however the rest of that phrase goes,” you replied. She laughed and joined you at the bikes. She settled in with a warm up pace. Neither of you noticed how much harder Steve threw his punches at the sound of your voice. He could hear everything.

“Wanna tell me why it feels like a storm about to break in here?” she murmured just low enough for you to hear…so she thought.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your face was the picture of pure innocence…as long as you didn’t look at her.

“Oh come on, Y/N. You don’t honestly expect me to believe that?”

“Okay fine!” you hissed, “we’ve been here for the last hour and a half and I am reaching the limits of my self-control. Look at him, Nat. You can’t honestly tell me you don’t want to mount and ride him into the heavens.”

“I’ve got my own Super Soldier for that, Y/N/N.” This was news to you, as far as you knew, she and Barnes has just been flirting, heavily. You suppressed a squeal. This was serious business.

“Tell me something Nat,” you pondered aloud. She already knew where this was going.

“What’s up?”

“Does the serum really make him bigger all over?”

“Let’s just say, he definitely puts my flexibility to the test.” The two of you were giggling like high schoolers when you were suddenly greeted Bucky Barnes.

“Anyone want to tell me why Steve is over there punching the living hell out of those punching bags?” he asked worriedly. You found it endearing the way he and the Captain loved each other.

The first bag was a complete accident. It really was. When the words ‘mount and ride him into the heavens’ left your lips he was so stunned that he forgot to pull his punch to prevent real damage. It went flying. The second bag wasn’t so accidental. His brain tormented him with images of you riding him; fuck, how he wanted to sheath himself inside of you and forget everything else. It went flying too. The third bag wasn’t faring much better than is former counterparts.

Glancing over to Steve, you’d somehow missed the two punching bags he’d completely beaten into submission. They lay desecrated in a pile and leaking sand near him. It was an honorable death, really. It seemed the third was about to join them. Nat let out a low whistle; this was a whole new level of sexual frustration. You dismounted from your bike and made your way over to the horny soldier. He ceased his brutal assault on the bag the moment you crossed his line of sight.

“Y/N! What’s up?” Your quick and watchful eyes didn’t miss the way he licked his lips when he said your name. Damn that mouth haunted your dreams in all the best ways. A not so subtle glance to the front of his sweats told you all that you needed to know. Was he going commando?

“That’s what I was coming over to ask, Captain,” you gestured to the pile of bags, “is everything okay?”

“Just peachy.” If you didn’t know him as well as you did, you’d have believed that lie. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Nat and Bucky crept quietly out of the gym. They had their own sexual tension to resolve.

He walked stiffly to the bench nearby and nearly crushed his water bottle. Taking a swig, he sighed heavily. Your knowing eyes never left his body as he moved to the free weights. Anyone else would have felt like some sort of stalker watching Captain America doing reps, you were so turned on that you couldn’t even be bothered to give a damn. His baby blues met your lustful gaze and he smirked.

“See anything you like?”

“What’s not to like about you, Captain? You’re like walking kryptonite,” you teased. This ‘harmless’ flirting had to peak eventually right? Steve set the free weight back on its shelf and took a deep breath. Your earlier words echoed in his mind; he decided it was now or never.

“Walking kryptonite? Is that the kind where you mount and ride me into the heavens?”

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a true reaction. It was time to be bold and brave. Steve held his breath awaiting your response.

“What can I say, Captain. Those thighs are the stuff of legends.”

“Why don’t you come closer and see if they live up to the fantasy?” His Captain voice sent blood rushing straight to your core. You certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

A few short paces later and you were straddling the impossibly tiny waist of your long standing crush. His massive hands slid up your back and freed your tight ponytail. You sighed in relief. The skin tight yoga pants you were wearing did nothing to mask the feeling of his thick cock against your aching cunt. Those plump pink lips were mere inches from yours; something seemed to hold him back.

“Are you sure about this, darlin’?” he asked. Ever the gentleman, it seems.

“Captain, I swear to go-” A bruising kiss cut off your threat. Finally. There was a surprising amount of gentleness in the kiss; the softness of his full lips felt like heaven moving against your own. Steve could never have imagined he’d find someone who truly kissed him breathless. Not since Peggy. He loved the feeling of your short nails digging into his shoulders; he tried his best not to crush you to his chest in an effort to hold you closer. Suddenly, the intercom crackled overhead.

“As happy as I am that the two of you are finally working out your issues, please, for the love of all that is star spangled, not in the gym. I just had it disinfected from the last time Bucky and Nat were left alone too long,” asked Tony Stark. Big Brother sees all, apparently.

With a chuckle, you pulled away from Steve’s kisses. “We hear you loud and clear, Stark.”

Steve was content to just hold you in his arms while you sat in his lap. His cock had other ideas. The heat from your core caused him to throb; your eyes fluttered closed and you moaned softly at the feeling. Steve was immediately intoxicated by the sound. He thrust against you gently, hoping to hear you make it again. Your eyes snapped open at his teasing movements. Leveling him at him with a narrowed gaze, you cocked your head to the side. His poker face revealed absolutely nothing in spite of the mischievous twinkle in his pretty blue eyes; Barnes had taught him well. Two can play that game, you thought. Rolling your slowly hips into his, you leaned into his ear and bit gently. This time his hips bucked involuntarily.

“Bedroom,” you whispered. Steve wasted no time. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he carried you from the gym, down the hall to his quarters. You grinned cheekily at Sam and Wanda who hooted and clapped in approval.

This was gonna be fun.

END P1

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