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Young

Note: HI HI! YAY I ACTUALLY GOT TO WRITE A REQUEST! (take that, writers block!) phew, this one was…wow. I hope you like it! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME!!!! ♥♥♥ .c

Request: Age gap kink! Where reader is significantly younger than Bucky(still legal obviously) daddy kink, reader gets off on him being older maybe calling reader little girl, if you decide a fem reader, jokingly Idk idk, I love your writing thank you for blessing my eyes with it

Originally posted by seredelgi


Being the youngest Avenger was fun for the most part. You were like the team baby, though you weren’t that young. Everyone just treated you like a little kid, but you didn’t mind. You just hated when they would tease you all the time.

Out of everyone, Bucky was definitely your favorite on the team if you had to choose. You warmed up to him rather quickly and you fell for him overtime. You knew he was much older than you, even if you didn’t really count the years he was frozen and an active assassin for HYDRA. There was no chance you’d ever land someone his age, but that didn’t stop you from daydreaming about him.


Natasha smiled as she walked into the room, her white teeth on display. You were brought out of your thoughts by her voice, the tv show you had playing was now background noise. “Y/N! Do you want to go out for drinks with us?” She asked excitedly, Tony joining her just after she asked.

Before you could answer, Tony shook his head. “No. Definitely not.” He said, making you frown. “But, I-” You started only to be silenced as he held up his hand. “Not old enough.” Tony said firmly, his signature “dad” look on his face. Nat rolled her eyes at the man and crossed her arms.

“That’s not fair! I could at least just go for the music!” You exclaimed, trying to reason with Tony. “Go where for what music?” Steve asked as he walked in the room with Bucky by his side.

“Drinks.” Tony answered with a sigh. “I don’t see the issue with her just going to chill out, Tony.” Nat said as she tried to persuade Tony into letting you go.

“Well, it isn’t really a scene for the young ones, Y/N.” Steve said, siding with Tony. You gasped and creased your eyebrows together. “Seriously!? I’m not that young!“ You shouted, getting rather angry with everyone. “I can kill people, but I can’t go to a club?” You snapped, looking at Tony.

Bucky was silent, not wanting to get on your bad side. “You aren’t going. I’ll have someone stay here with you.” Tony said as he checked his watch. You let out a high pitched squeal. “Now I have to have a baby sitter!?” You gaped at Tony, standing from your spot on the couch. Tony sighed. “Yes.” He simply said before leaving the room.

You groaned and fell back onto the couch, stuffing a pillow over your face. “I tried, Y/N.” Nat said sadly as she walked out. Steve joined her and you thought Bucky had too, until he cleared his throat. “I can stay if you want.” He said, sitting down beside you. You moved the pillow and set it down, looking over at Bucky. “You don’t have to.” You sighed.

He smiled and nudged your shoulder. “I want to. I’m not really into the whole nightclub scene.” Bucky explained, his arms crossing over his chest. Your eyes trailed along his muscles and you bit your lip. Maybe staying in wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Uh, yeah sure. That’d be cool.” You said softly, your mind racing with the thought of being alone with Bucky.


The team had finally left to go party and you were ready to start the movie you picked out for the night. You had quickly threw on a tank top with some yoga shorts, wanting to get more comfortable, while Bucky was in the kitchen getting ready to pop some popcorn.

“Are you almost done?” You asked with a smile. Bucky turned to face you and his eyes landed on your exposed legs. “Y-yeah! Um, do you want butter?” Bucky cleared his throat, averting his eyes away from your body. You smirked and walked over to him. “Do you want it?” You asked softly, crossing your arms.

Bucky raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling to your breasts. “W-what?” He asked, his wide eyes meeting yours. “Butter?” You giggled, tilting your head gently. Bucky gasped, “Oh! I don’t mind.” He said with a chuckle. You blushed a little, moving to get some out of the refrigerator.

After popping the popcorn, drizzling melted butter on it, and settling down on the couch, you started the movie. A few moments in, you reached for the bowl and your hand bumped into Bucky’s. You looked over and he smiled, letting you go first.

A giggle fell from your lips when you watched him get a handful, shoving it in his mouth. “You’re gonna choke.” You said with a smile, watching Bucky shake his head. 

“Nah.” He muffled through his food, only causing another loud giggle to sound through you. Bucky jokingly shushed you and you turned your attention back to the movie. You were stuffing your face with popcorn like Bucky had been doing, only because the scene before you was so thrilling. 

“No, don’t go in there!” You yelled out, sitting up in your seat. Bucky was watching you, but you didn’t notice. He chuckled softly as you gasped. “Don’t! No! He’s-WHY DID YOU GO IN THERE!” You shouted, throwing your hands up in the air.

The male screams coming from the movie only frustrated you more. “Idiot.” You pouted, stuffing more popcorn in your mouth. Bucky laughed harder and you turned to look at him. “Stop laughing, that was so bad.” You sighed with a frown. Bucky shook his head and moved the popcorn bowl from in between the two of you.

He scooted closer to you and smiled at you. Your heart started racing and you gulped nervously. “I’m not laughing at that, I’m laughing at the butter on your face.” Bucky chuckled. 

You gasped and your face turned red. “Oh, sorry.” You whispered, moving your hand to wipe it away. Before you could, Bucky’s right hand moved up to wipe it off with his thumb. Your breath hitched in your throat and he was about to pull his hand away, but you softly gripped his wrist. He stopped moving and watched you closely.

Keeping his hand in place, you leaned forward slowly, keeping your eyes on Bucky’s while his remained focused on your mouth. Your lips rubbed against his thumb and you opened your mouth, taking it in and sucking off the butter.

A gasp fell from Bucky’s lips as he watched you suck his thumb clean. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you pulled away with a pop. Bucky gulped and his eyes met yours. 

Winking at him, you turned back to the movie. Bucky cleared his throat and you knew that you had reeled him in. Sure, he’s way older than you, but it’s not like he stopped you while you sucked on his finger.

The movie continued and Bucky kept shifting in his seat, causing you to become distracted. “Are you okay?” You asked, looking over at him. Bucky nervously looked at you and nodded. “I-I’m fine. Excuse me.” He muttered before bolting off the couch and out of the room. You frowned, staring at his empty spot on the couch.

You paused the movie so he wouldn’t miss anything, but as the minutes ticked by, you were worried you had upset Bucky. You left the room and went to find him, hoping your thoughts were incorrect. Deciding you should check his room first, you took the elevator up and continued your search.

Bucky’s door was cracked open and you gently knocked on it before stepping inside. You could see Bucky sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. “Bucky?” You asked softly, walking inside of his room. His head shot up and his cheeks turned red. “H-hey.” He choked out, resting his hands on his thighs.

You walked closer and stood in front of him, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry if I did something wrong.” You said softly, watching him closely. He sighed and shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “No, no. You didn’t, I just-you’re-” Bucky stumbled over his words. You nodded as you caught the hint.

“You think I’m too young.” You said with a sad scoff. You sighed and bit your lip. Bucky looked up at you and groaned. “Stop biting your lip, Y/N. Y-You drive me crazy when you do that.” Bucky said lowly, his eyes lifting to meet yours. Slowly releasing your lip, you creased your eyebrows. “I’ll just go.” You breathed before turning to leave Bucky’s room.

You felt his hand grasp onto your wrist, stopping you. “Don’t.” Bucky said, his voice laced with authority and dominance. It sent a shiver down your spine and you turned to face Bucky with wide eyes. He was breathing heavily and he swallowed thickly. “Dammit, I’m sorry. Y/N, you’re just-fuck it.” Bucky said before pulling you closer  to him.

You stumbled over your feet and Bucky pulled you onto his lap, your legs either side of his waist. He looked down at you and let his hands run over your thighs, squeezing you. 

Your heart was racing and you could feel the heat rising up your neck, reaching your cheeks. Bucky looked at you and you held onto his biceps, the muscles flexing as he moved his hands against your skin.

Bucky leaned in slowly, gauging your reaction for what was about to happen. When you didn’t pull away, he kept moving until he closed the space between your lips. 

You let out a soft moan into the kiss and your eyes fluttered shut as your hands moved to rest around Bucky’s neck. Letting your fingers rake through his hair, he groaned against your mouth as you tugged on his long locks. Your tongues danced together, his winning the dominance.

Pulling away for air, you leaned your forehead against Bucky’s. He chuckled deeply and you hummed. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You whispered, pulling away to look into his eyes. Bucky licked his lips and nodded. “I was afraid you thought I was too old for you.” Bucky admitted, his hands moving under your tank top.

You let out a giggle, the sound making Bucky’s heart flutter. “I was afraid you thought I was too young.” You said softly, watching Bucky’s eyes land on the exposed skin of your stomach. The contrast between his hands made you shiver. “No way, I love it.” Bucky said, leaning in to press his lips to your neck.

You moaned softly and tilted your head to give him more access. His teeth nipped at your sweet spot and you let out a whimper. “Oh, Daddy.” You breathed out, your eyes widening at what you just said. Bucky stopped his movements, his lips ghosting over your skin, his warm breath causing goosebumps to cover your body.

Bucky pulled away from your neck and met your eyes. “What did you just call me?” Bucky asked, his chest rising up and down heavily. You gulped and blushed hard, biting your lip. “Daddy.” You whispered, hoping you didn’t offend him. Bucky growled and stood up, throwing you onto his bed.

You smiled as you bounced, only for the smile to fade as Bucky hovered above you. He gripped your wrists and held them above your head. You gasped as he ground his hips into yours. “Are you gonna be a good little girl for me, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his metal hand grasping both of your wrists as his flesh hand moved underneath your tank top.

He squeezed your breast and you whined, moving your hips against his, doing anything to soothe the ache in between your legs. “Yes, Bucky.” You breathed softly. Bucky pulled his hand away and shook his head. “No, you know what to call me.” Bucky said, kissing your collarbones. You licked your lips, loving how plump and wet his felt against your skin.

“Yes, Daddy.” You corrected yourself, hearing an appreciative groan from Bucky. “Good little girl.” He whispered, both of his hands moving to lift your tank top off of you. The cool air in the room made your nipples harden immediately and Bucky hummed before grasping your breasts in his hands. “You’re so beautiful.” Bucky whispered, leaning down to twirl his tongue around one of your nipples.

Your hand flew to his hair, tangling your fingers in it. “Daddy, please.” You whimpered, tugging on his hair. Bucky smirked and moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention. Your panties became wetter the more Bucky used his tongue on you, and you wanted so desperately to feel it on your pussy.

Bucky kissed his way down your torso, his fingers pulling down your shorts as he got closer to your core. He threw your shorts behind him and pressed his lips against your hip, his fingers softly rubbing down your clothed pussy. Your hips jerked at the contact and Bucky chuckled. “You’re so sensitive, baby.” Bucky said with a smile, his eyes meeting yours.

You blushed and bit your lip as you sat up on your elbows. Bucky kissed along your thighs as he pulled your panties down and off of you. He kissed his way back up and his eyebrows creased as he moaned at the sight of you. “This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Oh, Doll.” Bucky said as his fingers dug into your thighs.

He spread your legs further apart and your heart started to race again. Bucky leaned in and stuck his tongue out, licking along your pussy lips. You gasped and watched him closely. Applying more pressure, he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Daddyyy.” You whined, lifting your hips up.

Bucky held your hips down with his metal arm and you huffed. “Be a good little girl.” Bucky scolded you, his eyes meeting yours. You nodded and watched as he leaned back down, licking from your entrance to your clit, circling his tongue around it. “Oh, fuck!” You squealed, falling down onto your back.

Your thighs threatened to close shut around Bucky’s head, only to be stopped by him. He sucked your clit into his mouth, the obscene noises only driving you crazier. Bucky’s tongue was so thick and long, and you could feel his smirk against you as he toyed with your pussy while you turned into a moaning mess beneath him.

You gasped as you felt one of Bucky’s fingers gently slide into you, curling against your g-spot. Your hands found their way into his hair once again, tugging as hard as you could. 

He growled, sending the vibrations right through you. Bucky pulled away and kissed your inner thigh, inserting another finger. “Cum, little girl. Cum for Daddy.” Bucky growled, pumping his fingers in and out of you faster, the wet noises filling the room.

Bucky leaned back down to capture your clit in his mouth and you felt your pussy clench around his long fingers. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You screamed, arching your back and grinding your hips against Bucky’s face. His other hand reached up to grasp your breast and your legs shut around Bucky’s head as you started to cum.

You could hear and feel him moaning against you, his fingers and mouth not faltering in their movements. He rode out your orgasm and you tried to move away, but Bucky held you down even harder than before. 

Your breathing was heavy as you watched him continue making out with your pussy. His hair framed his face and his cheekbones were much more prominent as he sucked all around your pussy, his tongue delving in your lips. The sight of him looking up at you was all too much and you felt another orgasm fast approaching.

As you came down, Bucky stripped himself of his clothes. You smiled as he hovered above you and he pressed his lips to yours again. You looked in between your bodies and saw Bucky’s cock leaking pre-cum, the tip a bright red from him being so hard. It was thick and a tad longer than you would’ve imagined.

Bucky could sense your nervousness and he rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You looked up at him and blushed. “We don’t have to.” Bucky said softly. You quickly shook your head. “Please, I want to…Daddy.” You whispered the last part and that was it for Bucky. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, gently sliding into you.

You whimpered at the feeling of being stretched so much and Bucky was clearly trying his best to hold back until you adjusted to his size. Your legs tightened around Bucky’s waist and he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Aren’t you, little girl?” Bucky cooed, resting his forehead against yours.

A moan fell from your lips as Bucky finally slid all the way in. Bucky’s head fell into the crook of your neck and you urged him to start moving. He pulled his hips back slowly and you bit your lip, the feeling of him sliding in and out of you clouding your mind. “You can go faster.” You breathed, digging your nails into Bucky’s back.

He groaned and started to pick up speed, reaching even deeper as he slid back inside of you. “Such a good little girl.” Bucky choked out, his lips pressing kisses all along your chest. You cried out, feeling his tip brush against your g-spot. “Oh, Daddy! Right there!” You gasped, wanting him to hit it again.

Bucky growled, looking down at you. You watched his face as he slid out and slammed back inside of you, your breath catching in your throat as you watched his face contort with pleasure. 

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he started to pound into you, harder and faster than before. “There?” Bucky asked with a smirk, his hips slamming into yours relentlessly.

You opened your eyes to look at Bucky again and let your eyes fall to his hips. You could see his thick cock glistening with wetness as he entered you and pulled out. 

Bucky moved away from you and sat on his knees, pulling your hips closer to him. His flesh hand rested on your lower belly as he thrust back in. “There I am, fucking shit.” Bucky groaned, his cock reaching so deep.

Bucky hovered above you again and pressed his lips to yours, his tongue licking your bottom lip. You moaned and let his tongue play with yours. You felt the familiar tingle of an orgasm approaching soon after. “Daddy, I’m close!” You squealed as Bucky kept fucking you, the headboard slamming against the wall. “Does Daddy’s little girl want to cum?“ Bucky rasped, his hands gripping the pillow beside your head.

You moaned even louder, tugging on Bucky’s hair tightly. “Oh, yes please!” You screamed, your pussy clenching around his cock again. “Look at me when you cum, Y/N.” Bucky moaned, his metal hand wrapping around your throat. He added a little pressure and that’s all it took for you to come undone beneath him.

Moans and squeals fell from your lips as your eyes struggled to focus on Bucky’s. “Oh, Daddy yes!” You moaned, gripping onto his arm. You could feel hot spurts of his cum shooting inside of you, coating your fucked walls. “Fuuuck!” Bucky growled, his thrusts deep and hard as he rode out his orgasm.

Your legs trembled around his waist and your pussy was so full, you could feel your mixed cum running down onto the bed beneath you. Bucky pulled out of you slowly and collapsed beside you, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Such a good little girl.” Bucky mumbled as he wrapped his arm over your waist.

You blushed again and turned to look at Bucky with a smile. “Yeah?” You asked shyly, biting your lip. Bucky nodded and kissed your cheek. “Mm, so good. Let me clean you up, okay?” Bucky said before leaving the bed and disappearing into his bathroom.

After Bucky cleaned you both up and changed his sheets, he gave you his shirt to put on while slipping on a clean pair of boxers. You yawned and got underneath his blankets, watching Bucky join you shortly after. He pulled you into his warm chest and you pressed a kiss to his neck. 

“Bucky?” You whispered after a few moments of silence. He looked down at you, his thumb tracing circles on your waist. “Yes, Y/N?” He asked, kissing your forehead. 

“So, I’m not too young for you?” You asked, nervously looking up at him. Bucky smiled and pulled you closer, draping your leg over his waist. “Definitely not. It’s a turn on for me, but I do like you a lot, Y/N.” Bucky said softly, his eyes on yours.

You smiled widely and leaned in to kiss him, your hand moving to rest in his hair. You could feel his cock twitch against your thigh and you giggled. “No way. Not yet.” You said, watching Bucky blush. “I know, I’m sorry.” He chuckled, pulling you in for another kiss.

Note: I seriously hope this doesn’t disappoint :( .c

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How to Tell if I’m in Little Space
  • High-pitched squeals in response to small animals
  • Cuddling onto anyone nearby
  • Carrying my favorite stuffy around
  • Overly excited about cake and/or ice cream
  • Saying “Mommy Mommy Mommy Mommy” under my breath over and over again
  • Whining
  • Sensitive to everything
  • Making my stuffies dance and then giving them little kisses
  • Fuzzy socks~!
  • Lisp becomes more noticeable (”th” becomes “f” and “r” becomes “w” and “ll” turns into “ww”)
  • Sleepy at a reasonable time but “dun wanna go to bed”

anonymous asked:

What all instances of flirting, like I missed so many lmao

yOU ASKED SO I DELIVERED HERE U GO (AND I WAS EXTREMELY SELF-INDULGENT W SCREENSHOTS SO APOLOGIES FOR THIS POST BEING LONG AS F): 

  • :16 dan is acting out what they’re like in these bomb videos and immediately seizes the opportunity to playfully punch phil’s arm repeatedly. phil, for his part, just sits there and looks adorably bemused while dan is yelling. love it
  • :33 dan does some sort of sketchy fist gesture, phil immediately reacts to it even though it was generally benign, in a blatant subversion of their normal roles w making innuendos/sexual jokes. they both giggle
  • :47 phil goes into a whiny voice to say how he really wanted to do an exotic bomb and then hums the generic vlog music they always use. dan tries to look annoyed but just giggles some more
  • :56 dan’s like ‘so i reckon we need to actually beat more than one in this section’ and leans in all close to phil and phil’s like ‘alright! okay!’ in the flirtiest voice ever i wanna die
  • 1:16 ‘so I’m gonna bomb first, i think you should read first,’ says phil and the ensuing exchange where he’s just cheekily giggling while dan is acting all exasperated is just so cute … and uh, i can’t be the only one who thought there was a pretty blatant sexual undertone to phil saying ‘just tell me what to do. i’m your putty. mold me into whatever shape you want.’ … and dan’s eyes go momentarily wide while he says it. nice
  • 1:52 dan calling phil ‘felipe’ lmao what even
  • 5:32 when they’re epically failing and they’re about to lose, phil does his instinctual pat of dan’s arm to tell him they have fifteen seconds left and it’s cute
  • 5:50 the look they share immediately upon losing, before phil just breaks into giggles
  • 6:14 phil going ‘what is something that flops like more than anything else in the world’ with an utterly impassive poker face purely to wind dan up and see him laugh is one of the most simultaneously adorable, hilarious, and impressive things i have ever witnessed
  • 6:36 thIS WHOL E EXCHANGE w dan asking if phil thinks it’s his (dan’s) fault that they didn’t do well that round and saying ‘you can be honest’ with wide puppy eyes, and then phil saying yes, he thinks dan was pretty bad that time, and then dan trying to look shocked n appalled while still grinning:
  • and then screeching that phil is supposed to lie!!!!! and phil just consolingly being like ‘well you were flustered …’ like trying to be a bit reassuring,, honestly fucking end me, that was one of the cutest bits in this whole vid, they’re just so comfortable w each other and I’m dying
  • 9:33 onwards when dan is retaliating by telling phil he should be able to decode this morse code thing just bc he litro can’t let phil’s criticism go. he is a child. i love it
  • 9:53 when phil says it’s too hard, dan’s all ‘NO WE CAN DO THIS PHIL’ and slams his hands on the table and leans into phil’s space just to grab the manual and its all v cute
  • 10:27 ‘shut up rat’ omg i lost it at this. and then a few seconds later ‘shut up turd.’ dan is really top notch at verbally abusing his partner
  • 10:53 phil v abruptly shush-ing dan in order to cut off what was sure to be a long and hysteric rant about how unfair the last round was. i love how instinctual that was for phil, like he just knows dan’s about to go off and neither of them have time for it, and then dan immediately complies when phil tells him to shush hahah
  • 13:25ish during the really stressful new one that they didn’t really understand i noticed that they kept bumping arms until they just decided to keep their arms touching for basically the rest of the time until the bomb goes off and it struck me as maybe being a way for them to subtly kinda be like ‘we’re all right it’s all good’ and ground each other. cute
  • 14:04 the look they share AGAIN when they lose
  • and the whole exchange up until like 14:35 where they’re debriefing and just talking to each other, sort of forgetting the camera exists. I LOVED watching that even though the v obvious jumpcut suggests they cut a bunch of it out bc it was just dan walking phil through the instructions for the new module and phil just leans in all close and lets dan guide him and i loved their facial expressions during that part AHHH it was just so comfy n GOOD
  • 15:35 dan telling phil about the new module they’ve never done before by singing it, i felt like this was yet another example of him trying to keep the energy light and non-stressful so that phil would stay calm and it’s cute that these videos have so many instances of them trying to look out for each other like that (but then dan is actually kind of bad at this and spends a lot of time screaming when he’s doing the bomb and i cried laughing at the bit at 18:11 when he’s jst high pitched squealing for a few seconds)
  • 18:26 the looks they share!!! YET!!! AGAIN!!!!!!!!! when they lose!!!!! (partially obscured by the explosion effect lol):
  • 18:51 dan proudly proclaiming that they probs have above average communication skills when they’re not stressed or trying to be entertaining bc apparently they are unable to do one of these vids without mentioning or alluding to their psychic connection and best friend mind meld

ahhhh watching them work together in this game is the fucking best and they were just so happy in this one, it was so palpable and hilarious and fun to watch, as though all the fun they have together is actually contagious. i love them and this video series so fuckin much :((

(keep talking and no one explodes #3

After Party | NSFW

Summary: After Tom’s win at the award show, you decide to surprise him with some fun in the hotel room.

Characters: Reader x Tom Holland

Warnings: Smut, cursing, NSFW

Word Count: 1,544

A/N: NSFW! Only read if you’re 18+! This is my first time writing something like this, so be nice. I’m also not experienced at all, so please no hard critics or anything. I am terrified to post this in the first place. Just no negative words, please.


You were excited for your boyfriend, Tom, who just won the BAFTA Rising Star award. You recalled the long days of just sitting at a computer for a few hours to vote for him over and over. He wanted this award so badly. You couldn’t help but smile as he accepted his award on stage. You looked over to your right and saw his mom beaming with joy as she admired her son from afar.

You knew that at the end of the night there was going to be a lot of press interviews and the after party. However, after parties weren’t your thing and you knew that Tom’s mom and Harrison would be there to watch out for him as he would drink the night away. When Tom was done with the press interviews, he returned to his seat next to you with his award. You immediately kissed him on his lips and congratulated him on his win. He passed the award to you and you looked at it with his name freshly engraved at the bottom.

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Fated Flowers

Summary: Soulmate AU where, every time your soulmate realizes new feelings for you, you get a rose. One random day in 2014, Dan wakes up with a red rose on his bedside table.

Word count: 8120

Warnings: Blood, food. If I missed anything please let me know.

A/N: A huge thank you goes out to Elizajane (@snowbunnylester) for letting me run with this idea based on Rachel’s (@botanistlester​) prompt for her latest fic (um if you haven’t read it wyd), for the constant encouragement, and for beta'ing this for me.

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Nct Dream Reaction: When Yuta and Jaehyun have “The Talk™” with NCT Dream

Requested? Yup!

Summary: Yuta/Jaehyun/Yuta and Jaehyun would witness the Dream members’ outward display of affection towards you and in turn decide to prepare them for future intimacy.

Y'all this is long brace yourself. Admin Starburst helped me with most of this so it’s by both of us!!! I hope you don’t mind that I shortened the prompt anon! -admin nine and admin starburst

(In no way is this meant to sexualizes our babies, this is simply out of interest to imagine their reactions to this embarrassing topic I’m sure we’ve all had to discuss.)

Mark!

Jaehyun would find out about Mark’s new relationship when he had introduced you to the members at the NCT dorms. The two of you would be connected at the hip for the entirety of your visit, holding hands and every so often kiss each other’s cheeks. After you left, Jaehyun would try to be a responsible hyung and would sit down with Mark to have “the Talk”. Trying his best not to embarrass Mark, Jaehyun would speak rather quickly about the in’s and out’s (pun intended) of safe sex. Surprisingly, Mark would handle this talk very maturely, yet with slight remorse. Never the less, he would hold on to every word, making sure to remember how to make sex as comfortable and safe as possible if the event ever occurred. He wouldn’t have any ulterior motives other than to make these future intimate moments with you as special as possible.
“So that’s actually how you ‘do it’? Ugh this is so gross why are you teaching me this…”

Originally posted by t-yong

Renjun!

Yuta would be getting coffee at a local café for the hyung line when he spots you and Renjun laughing in one of the corner tables. Enjoying your pleasant conversation with your boyfriend, you reach your hand over the table and grab Renjun’s, putting the back of his hand to your lips and placing a soft, loving kiss upon it. When Yuta encounters Renjun back at the NCT dorms later that night, he would sit him down on his bed, and slowly explain “the birds and the bees”. Renjun’s face would light up at the realization of what was happening, and mentally agreed with himself to get out of this conversation ASAP. With his face bright red, Renjun would continuously shake his head, exclaiming “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Hyung”, quickly exit the room, and rant about his embarrassment later to Chenle.
“CHENLE I CAN’T STOP BLUSHING HELPPPP! Yuta hyung won’t stop talking about dirty things aHHH.”

Originally posted by taeyounq

[ couldn’t find a good gif :(( ]

Jeno!

You and Jeno would be at the mall, shopping for Jaehyun’s birthday present while holding hands. Jaehyun would spot Jeno’s face from across the store and walk over to say hi, just within earshot of hearing what exactly you were going to get him. Knowing the surprise would be ruined if Jaehyun had heard, Jeno hurriedly pulled you into an awkward kiss, startling both you and Jaehyun. He would later drop hints about how fast Jeno and you were moving in the relationship, signaling that he would give him the baby talk soon. To avoid the long, awkward, and embarrassing talk™, Jeno would research scientific facts about sex so he could get it over with as quickly as possible. When the time finally came, Jeno would blurt as many facts as he could, as quickly as he could, and dashed out of the room.
“LOWER CHOLESTEROL BOOSTS SEXUAL PERFORMANCE.”

“IF A FEMALE FERRET DOES NOT HAVE SEX FOR A YEAR, SHE WILL DIE.”

“THE MITOCHONDRIA IS THE POWERHOUSE OF THE CELL. BYE!”

Originally posted by princerenjun

Haechan!

You would be teasingly kissing Haechan in front of the NCT 127 members to try and embarrass him. When you were somehow able to pin his hands together so you could successfully kiss him, his face would suddenly turn from embarrassed to stoic, looking at you with slight wonder and affection. After a short pause, Haechan would slowly move his face towards yours hesitantly, as if he was about to kiss you, before he instead gently head-butt your forehead. To see if you were alright and make sure you weren’t mad at him, Haechan would move over to you and plant a sweet kiss on the sore area, whispering (so unintentionally loud that the other members could hear) that he loved you. When Yuta realized that you would be withHaechan for a while, he decided to prepare Haechan for a deeper relationship. Yuta had prepared a small essay to make sure he had covered all the bases about responsible sex before finally confronting Haechan. Before he could truly educate him, Haechan had laughed with a noticeable voice crack, showing his slight discomfort, and explained that Taeyong already talked with him at the beginning of his relationship. Haechan would be slightly condescending, but thankful to Yuta none the less for being a responsible “Dad”.

“HA! Who do you think I am? Jisung? Of course I know what this is, hyung. I’m a mature adult now!”

Originally posted by zeusmayo

(THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE GIFS OF HIM EVEN THOUGH IT DOESN’T REALLY RELATE TO THE REACTION OOPS.)

Jaemin!

Jaemin would be gushing about how adorable you were to Jaehyun. He would rant for hours on end about how perfect and special you were to him. After their third conversation, Jaehyun would grow bored and think of a way to stop the conversation. An imaginary light bulb appeared over his head, and a small sly smile grew on him face. Interrupting Jaemin, Jaehyun began to ask if he knew about the more intimate parts of a relationship. Before Jaehyun could start talking, Jaemin would say he knew all about THAT for a number of years. With Jaehyun’s smile turning into a disappointed frown, Jaemin began the flow of his adoration once more, and continued on throughout the night.

“Hyung, I’ve known about this for years. Anyway so Y/N was so cute today…”

Originally posted by nakamotens

Chenle!

Chenle would have invited you over to the NCT dorms for a dinner and movie date. Unfortunately for him, Jaehyun and Yuta would be hidden in the kitchen, eavesdropping and occasionally butting into your conversations. When they emerged from the kitchen during your dinner date, they had discreetly witnessed your “Lady and the Tramp” moment with Chenle. Right before you could complete this romantic moment with your boyfriend, two extremely high pitched squeals echoed from inside the kitchen walls. Excitedly, after you left, Jaehyun and Yuta would drag in Renjun (from who knows where) and hastily tell him to translate everything they said. Renjun would blush profusely, shyly repeating in Chinese this intimate concept. Chenle would laugh nervously, a big awkward grin on his face. It wouldn’t be too long before Jaehyun and Yuta would talk at the same time, making translating impossible for Renjun. Instead of translating, Renjun and Chenle would talk about mundane topics, trying to erase the massive blush on both their faces.

“So uhh, how do you say ‘Get me out of here’ in Korean again, hyung?”

Originally posted by nakamotens

Jisung!

Jisung would have brought you to watch him and the NCT members’ dance practice for “Black on Black”. During one of their breaks, Jisung would play a romantic song, and invite you to a slow dance. You danced clumsily, every so often moving your foot the wrong direction and collide with his. Jisung’s loving smile would turn into embarrassment once the other members began to coo at their maknae’s cuteness. Later that week Jaehyun would show Jisung a rather detailed PowerPoint. Jisung would be so flustered that he would shut down his ears, staring at the ceiling blankly in horror. When Jaehyun asked if he understood the basics, Jisung would nod his head quickly and walk out of the room, bumping into things every so often.

“Thank you for the, uh, interesting conversation, but I think I’m just going to go now.”

Originally posted by haechannie

Don’t Make Me Come Over There!

A Teamiplier small fic based around the “Living Next-Door To Teamiplier” list-fics!

The tropes I’m using: 
- “Whenever something is thrown onto your side of the fence, the boys will try to clamber/jumper over to get it. 

- “Usually you throw it back over. But then it comes back a few more times.”  

Fic Request: 
“I requested a fic on one of the Living next door to teamiplier tropes!”

Originally posted by tothemarkimoon

Mark had knocked on your door this morning, warning you that they were going to be shooting a video sometimes during the day in the yard. 
“So, if you hear anything strange, just ignore it,” He said and you gave him the thumbs up. 
“If I hear screaming, I’ll look the other way.” 
Around midday you heard the team enter their yard, dragging tripods and cameras with them. 
Other than Ethan and Tyler, their were two other men with Mark. 
You guessed they were Wade and Bob. You hadn’t had the chance to meet them, but Tyler had told you about them before. 
You didn’t really pay attention to them as they started up the video. You vaguely heard Mark speaking, introducing everyone and explaining what they were doing. 
In a short summary, they were playing tennis but if you let the ball hit the ground or go out of bounds, you get pummeled with balls. 
The first game started, with Mark and Tyler on one team and Ethan and Bob on the other. Wade stood to the side, keeping score and watching for any out of bounds balls. 
Many grunts were sounded as the ball was struck with tiny rackets. High pitched squeals and Mark’s bursts of playful rage as Tyler let the ball hit the ground. 
“Tyler! What were you doing?” He exclaimed. 
“Trying to hit the ball!” His friend replied, equally loud. “Look at these minuscule rackets! How do you think I’ll hit anything with these?” 

You chuckled, sitting on the back porch chair, reading a book. Only half listening to what was going on. 
Suddenly, a tennis ball flew over the top of the fence and into your yard. 
“I got it!” You heard Mark yell, then his hands gripped the top of the fence and  he hauled himself over. “Oh, hey, neighbor.” He smiled at you. 
“Howdy,” You replied. Watching as the man clambered over and fall onto your lawn. “You ok?” 
He jumped up off the ground, dusting himself off. “I’m fine. Just getting the ball.” 
As Mark approached said ball, four heads poked over the top of the fence. 
“Hey, (Y/N)!” Ethan giggled, “Hows it going?” 
“Good, good.” You shrugged, “How are you boys?”
“Just recording,” Tyler replied. “This is Bob and Wade. Guys this is (Y/N).” 
The two men waved at you, chatting away as Mark scooped up the ball and made his way back to the fence. 
“Move back everyone,” He ordered. Mark did a running jump, slamming against the fence and, with a lot of groaning and scrambling, managed to climb over to his side of the fence. 
You returned to your book, but was torn from its pages by the ball hitting your lawn again a couple of minutes later. It rolled across the grass, almost hitting your foot. 
“Are you purposely trying to hit, (Y/N)?” You heard Ethan say. 
“Oh god!” You yelled dramatically. “I’m so very injured by that tennis ball!” 
You approached the ball, picking it up as the boys erupted with chuckles. 
With a flick of your arm you chucked the ball back over the fence. 
But again and again, the ball flew over the fence and you were forced to pick it up and return it to where it came from. 
“I swear to god, if you don’t get your tennis skills on point I’ll come over there and stick somewhere useful!” You exclaimed as you dropped it over the top of the fence. 
“Sorry!” Tyler replied. “I’m honestly trying to keep it in the yard.” 
You rolled your eyes and returned to the book.
Finally, you heard Mark begin his outro. 
“Alright, so Ethan wins against Wade meaning that Blueberry has won the tournament.” You heard Ethan whoop victoriously. “Anyway, thank you all for watching. Sorry to our gorgeous neighbor for putting up with our terrible aim!” Mark raised his voice loud enough for you to hear.
“Take some lessons!” You reply. 
“Maybe we should get a taller fence,” Tyler said with a chuckle. 
“Then how are we going to annoy, (Y/N)?” Ethan asked. 
“The point will be you won’t,” You say and they all laugh. 
As Mark and the others returned their equipment inside, you heard a ball being hit and suddenly a ball landed on your lap. 
“HA!” Tyler yelled, peering over the fence. “I can aim!”

Mission Bad Boy | 01

Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Highschool au!

Notes: I do not think nerds are ugly, I definitely do not think Kim Namjoon is ugly. Literally everything is taken by Korea’s strict-ass beauty standards. 

I really hope you enjoy it! I’d love to hear what to think. Is it too out there?? Usually shit like this is the other way around, lololol. 4k Words

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Originally posted by jitonic

Ugh, School.

Ugh, Math class.

You really couldn’t wait until you graduated. Just one and a half more years, and you would be out of this hell-hole for good. 

The autumn term of year 11 had begun only a few days ago, and your math teacher had blasted through at least three new concepts. You hoped that someone would be there to help you, but even your friend, Kim Jisoo, seemed to be struggling as much as you were.

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Pink Lemonade

Summary: Richie Tozier finds himself in a sticky situation and is forced to hide in a closet for safety. He wasn’t expecting to find the space already occupied, and he defiantly wasn’t expecting to enjoy the company so much.

A/N: I actually hate this chapter, it is such a filler. I mean it’s leading somewhere but god, get on with it. Oh well, let us go on!!!!

Word Count: 1930

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Part: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 6

Richie looked at his clock, noticing how late he was running. He cursed, hurrying through his door as fast as his feet would take him. The truck door slammed against his leg, pushing against his bruises but he ignored the pain, shoving the key in the ignition and breathing life into his beat up vehicle. He smirked, pulling from his drive and flooring it, the sound of his screeching tires echoing in the cool morning air.

By the time he had made it to the Kaspbrak household Eddie was already standing by the curb, his face scrunching up in frustration. Richie pulled beside him, smiling proudly. “You’re late.” The small boy sneered before hopping into the cab.

“Well good morning to you too sunshine.” He replied back cheerfully.

“I still don’t understand why Bill can’t just pick me up. He lives right down the street.” Eddie grumbled, buckling his seatbelt.

“Well like I explained yesterday, Bill and Stan are at the crucial point in their relationship where they like to suck face in the back of Billy Boy’s car before class.” Richie retorted, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before shifting in gear and continuing towards the school. “So unless you’re into three-some’s I think you might want to reconsider who you ride with.”

Eddie huffed in annoyance, “Does it have to be you though? You were late on the first day!”

“Exactly Eddie Bear, the first day. Give me time to adjust to my new schedule!” He replied, stealing a glance at his friend. The bruises on his face and neck had healed some over the weekend but was still black and purple in places making Richie feel sick. He took in a long drag, exhaling slowly. “So how did your mom take your face?” The question was quick but Eddie flinched none the less.

“I spent all day yesterday in the ER, getting CAT scans.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders and sighing. “She was sure I had a concussion or brain bleed or something. Didn’t want me going to school today because of it.”

“Huh well that sucks ass, way to stick it to her.”

“What about you?” He asked, staring at Richie’s own bruised mug. “How did your folks take it?”

“Wouldn’t know.” Richie muttered, flicking his death stick out the open window. “Mom was too drunk to take notice and Dad hasn’t been back all weekend.”

“Oh.” He whispered, looking out towards the upcoming school. “I-I’m sorry.”

Richie shrugged off the sentiment, pulling into a parking space. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He replied, offering a smile to his classmate. “Been like that my whole life, wouldn’t know what to do if my parents took notice of me.”

Eddie frowned, opening his mouth to respond only to be cut off by Mike who had pounced across the hood of the truck with a loud, obnoxious thud. The boy smiled widely, looking through the windshield at them, “Well look at you two, a matching pair.”

Richie rolled his eyes, opening his car door. “I’ll show you a matching pair Hanlon” He yelled making a rather crude gesture through his pants. Mike laughed, tumbling back onto the ground. The trashmouth looked over to his small friend and grinned. “Coming along Eds?”

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie replied, opening his own door and hoping out. He headed towards the school entrance, not looking back at his driver. Richie followed obediently, swearing he could see a blush creep up the small boy’s neck.


Richie walked Eddie to his first period, waving at him as he disappeared through the door. He whistled a light tune, heading towards his Chemistry class that he shared with Beverly and Ben. As he sat down the two took notice to his enjoyable attitude.

“Someone is in a good mood.” Ben remarked, opening his book to the lab that they were to do for the day. He looked up and cringed. “What happened to your face?”

“Got in a fight.” Richie replied casually, “Was defending your mothers honor so you’re welcome.”

Beverly rolled her eyes, “He was trying to defend Eddie’s honor and got his ass kicked.”

“So it is true.” Ben remarked, grinning happily. “You do have a thing for him.”

“I do not.” The trashmouth protested, “Who in the hell told you that?”

“Me.”

“Beverly!” He hissed, “What the fuck!”

She shrugged, “What’s the big deal? You took a beating for the kid, it that doesn’t scream ‘I like you’ then I honestly don’t know what does.”

“Still, was it necessary to tell Haystack?” He bit, ignoring the lecture that had begun up front. “Who else have you told?”

“No one.” Beverly replied coldly, shoving his shoulder. “God, paranoid much?”

“Yeah I guess I am, my best friend has a huge mouth.” He retorted, huffing in frustration. Beverly scoffed, flipping him off and drawing attention back to their group.

“Please pay attention back there!” The elderly lady screeched, pointing her finger to the three friends.

“We are Ms. Dupree.” Ben replied, gesturing to his open book.

The teacher narrowed her eyes, practically spitting venom towards them. “If you are paying attention then tell me Mr. Hanscom, what is the most abundant protein in the human body?”

“Collagen.” Ben replied proudly. The teacher sneered, turning back to the black board in defeat. Richie patted his friend on the back, whispering a quick and kind thank you before settling down in his seat. Every now and then he would shoot a dirty look to Beverly, which she so kindly ignored.

“If it’s any consolation,” The stout boy in his group whispered, leaning across the lab towards Richie. “I heard Eddie likes you too.”

“What?” Richie sputtered in surprise, his heart fluttering in his chest. “Who told you that?”

“Can’t tell.”  He replied, smirking. “I don’t want to have a huge mouth.”

Beverly laughed.


Lunch came quickly and the trahsmouth headed to their table in the quad. Bill and Stan had arrived first completely engrossed in their own conversation. Richie beamed as he sat down, pulling the cigarette from his pocket and lit it before asking, “So what are you two lover boys talking about?”

“None of your business.” Stan bit, eyeing the death stick in his hand. “And I told you before, you can’t smoke out here.”

“Wow I think that’s the first time you’ve spoken to me in school.” Richie replied, taking in an exasperated drag. “Talk rules to me baby, I like it.”

Bill smiled, chuckling at the unhealthy exchange. “W-we were talking about t-the out of s-state game this weekend.” He replied, nodding at Mike and Ben how had taken their usual seats beside them. “T-there is a bunch of s-students going, renting a h-hotel and everything.”

“I heard that.” Ben added awkwardly. “I think it’s just an excuse to party without parents busting down the door.”

“Probably.” Mike replied, “The game’s supposed to be a blow out.”

“So are you guys going?” Richie asked, smoke trailing out of his nostrils.

Bill shrugged, “I-I don’t know, I-I think it’ll be f-fun. If w-we go t-together we can s-split rooms.”

“I think it’s a stupid idea.” Stan hissed, rolling his eyes.

“Oh then we must go.” Richie joked, winking at the annoyed friend.

“Go where?” The group looked up to notice Eddie and Beverly who had arrived together. As they sat down Richie looked over to his best friend, handing her a cigarette as a peace offering, which she accepted.

“Out of state football game, hotel and party. You down?” Mike asked, smirking at Richie knowingly. The trashmouth noticed, nearly choking on his smoke. He turned and ripped the cigarette from Bev’s fingers.

“Hey!” She protested, “What did you do that for?”

“You know why.” He bit, crushing the already diminished stick he had and sucking down the new one. She didn’t reply, only scoffing in annoyance.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at the weird exchange, only shaking his head. “I guess if I can convince my mom I’m game but it’s going to be a miracle with my face already pounded in once this year.”

Richie smirked, the dirty joke dancing on his tongue. He gulped down the inappropriate comment, taking in a drag instead. “W-Well try, and l-let us know t-tonight so we c-can make the r-reservations.”

“Fine.” The small boy replied, taking his first bite of his lunch. “But I doubt she’ll go for it.”

“I bet she will go for me.” Richie joked, unable to keep his comments to himself.

“Oh shove off Tozier.” He replied, smirking playfully.


It was after the sixth ring and second shout from his mother that Richie picked up the phone, cursing the person in the process. “Tozier residence, sober one speaking.”

“He can go.” A high pitched girl practically squealed from the other line.

“What?”

“Eddie.” Beverly explained, the television blaring behind her. “He convinced his mom it was an overnight field trip and he told Bill he can go this weekend.”

Richie felt his heart jump into his throat, “Seriously? That hag believed him?”

“I guess so!”

“Holy shit.” He replied, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “Didn’t think that squirt had it in him.”

“You know you have to make a move right?” Beverly asked, her voice laced with seriousness that made Richie’s stomach twist painfully. “It’ll be the perfect time and you know it.”

“Beverly-“

“Come on.” She whined, and Richie could practically hear her stop her foot through the phone. “You just have to okay? If you don’t you may never get a chance like this again.”

He sighed, leaning his head against the wall. “I know.” And he did know because the word had gotten out about what had happened this weekend, earning Eddie extra attention that had attracted other possible suitors. If he didn’t do something soon he would be forced to sit back and watch the boy he liked screw around when he would give anything for it to be him who Eddie was screwing.

“Just ask him Richie.”


The rest of the week went by in a blur of planning and excitable discussions as friend’s argued how they were going to all make the five hour drive. In the end it was settled that Bill was going to drive his car while Richie drove his truck. With Mike heading down with the team it left six of them to endure the trip together.

Saturday came and the friends met outside of Bill’s house, everyone eager for their upcoming adventure. Richie stayed in his vehicle, his head lulling against his shoulders while his hand bit into an energy drink. Last night had been one of the worst sleeps he had ever endured. His refusing to quit as it made up scenarios about the next day. Every single one involved Eddie and every single one ended badly

The car door creaked opened and Richie groaned. “About time Beverly, I thought you were going to-“He stopped, noticing the smallish kid in his passenger seat. His eyebrow raised in confusion, “The fuck are you doing here?”

“I was kicked out of the other car.” He huffed, buckling his seat belt. Richie felt his heart kink in his chest. “Apparently it had been decided that I was stuck with your ass.”

A grin curled on the trashmouths face, “Well aren’t you lucky.” He cooed, “I’m clearly the best road trip partner, I have a great taste in music.

Eddie scoffed, “I doubt that.”

“Just wait Eds, there is a lot that can surprise you.”


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Weekend Vibes (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: Can I request Jungkook teasing you in public with a vibrator and a remote control?

Genre: smut

Words: 5.2k+

Author: Admin Meyg

Summary: Jungkook is going away for the weekend, but the two of you make a deal.

Jungkook walked through the door with a cloud of tension flooding in behind him.

“Hey baby,” he cooed, setting a bag on the counter. “Can we talk?”

You swiveled in the bar stool to face him with annoyance evident in your expression. His shoulders melted as he released an audible sigh.

“Jungkook,” you started, in the best calm and collected voice you could muster. “I get it, okay. You said your piece about it. Just drop it.”

You felt a bit stupid honestly, though it was starting to boil slowly into anger and annoyance. You didn’t think Jungkook would react so childishly when you mentioned that you wanted to try pegging him.

It was innocent, and the two of you were anything but vanilla. Jungkook had no problem with anal when it came to your ass. In fact, it was one of his favorite things. The way you’d whine and mewl against his fingers was just so delectable.

“That’s so emasculating, are you serious?” He looked at you as if you were crazy. He couldn’t believe you’d ask something like this.

“Jungkook,” you sighed. “Are you seriously saying that if your girlfriend of the last almost 4 years plays with your ass… You think it will make you gay?” You searched in his eyes for some sort of actual answer.

“Dude–”

“DUDE?!” you spat, “so now I’ve been demoted from babe to dude? Jesus Christ Jungkook, you’re a child.”

“Babe,” he started again. “Why are you getting so pissed off at me about this? You know I’m all about trying new things, but this just… I don’t know babe. It’s weird…”

That’s what had you the most worked up, in all honesty. It wasn’t that Jungkook felt uncomfortable about it. It was the fact that the first words from his mouth were "What the fuck, babe? No. That’s weird!”

You felt kink-shamed, and embarrassed that the person you love so much–the person who promised to hear you out with an open mind, was acting like you were disgusting for even suggesting such a thing.

“Listen,” He placed a calming hand on your knee as he took a seat on the stool next to you. “I was talking to Taehyung–”

“Oh my hell, Jungkook!” You interrupted, shoving his hand off of your leg and standing up. “That’s just great! Now not only does my fucking boyfriend think I’m some kind of weirdo, but so does his best friend! Cool!”

Jungkook jumped up, pulling at any inch of you he could grab as you tried to storm past him and out of the kitchen.

“He’s into it!” He yelled, and you stopped to face him.

“Jeon fucking Jungkook.” You pointed your finger in his face, “I am not pegging your pervy little friend!”

He burst out laughing, and pulled you into his strong embrace. You were so confused by this point that you just stood there letting him hug your limp body against his firm chest.

He leaned back to look at you. “He just made me curious is all.”

“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“He just said… Well,” Jungkook struggled before mumbling, “he said he’s never come so hard before.”

It was your turn to erupt with laughter. “So you’re telling me that Tae’s nut inspired you to let me peg you?”

Jungkook giggled and took a few steps back to grab the bag he had set on the counter.

“I’m saying it inspired me to make a proposal.”

“I’m listening.” You smiled, stepping towards him.

“You know I have to go help my Nana in Florida this weekend.” He pulled a black box from the bag wrapped in a soft pink bow. “So I got this for you while I’m gone.”

He held the box out, and you hesitated before taking it. You pulled the bow from the box with ease, and popped the lid off to reveal a pair of black panties with a vibrating bullet tucked into a little pocket on the crotch.

“What the fuck are these, Jungkook…?” You held them up on the tip of your index finger as if they were covered in poison.

“Panties.” He smirked, “controlled by an app on my phone. If you wear them while I’m gone, so I can still get you off while I’m miles away with sweet little Nana, I will let you peg me the moment I get home.”

Your eyes narrowed as you mulled over the idea in your head. It’s just a tiny ass bullet, you told yourself. How powerful can it actually be? Not to mention, besides work you didn’t really have any plans to leave the house, so this would be easy.

“How do I know you won’t back out?”

“Babe, I won’t. I swear I won’t.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips before smiling. “I even sealed it with a kiss for good measure.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his chest.

“Alright. It’s a deal.”


Jungkook had only been gone for three hours and had already given you at least 10 small vibrations through the little contraption tucked safely inside your panties.

The first time you screamed in shock. You had no clue it would be so powerful. You could only hope the small jolt he gave you was at full power.

A soft knock sounded at the door, and you jumped up from your cozy place on the couch to answer it.

“Mom!” You said in shock before smiling, “what’s up?”

“Grocery shopping?” She was annoyed that you had spaced it. “You promised to help me get set up for your aunt’s BBQ this weekend.”

You smiled awkwardly, “Right. Just let me change.”

You pulled your phone from your pocket and quickly dialed Jungkook from the safety of your bedroom.

“Babe, I’m taking these off. I have to go-”

“If you take them off, our deal is off.” He interrupted.

“Jungkook!” you said as loudly as you could whisper. “I have to go shopping with my mom!”

“And?”

“What do you mean?!” you hissed. “Please don’t do anything crazy, Jungkook. This is so embarrassing.”

“Happy shopping, baby.” You could hear a small chuckle before he hung up, and realized you were probably better off not telling him at all.

You had been in the grocery store for at least 25 minutes, and so far not so much as a tiny zing from your panties.

Your nerves started to calm, thinking maybe Jungkook had decided not to humiliate you in front of your mom and all the public.

“Sweetheart, can you go over to the deli and get that potato salad your dad likes? Probably two bins.” You just nodded, and made your way to the other end of the store.

“What’ll it be?” asked a man with a scruffy face, and dirty apron.

You smiled politely. “I need two bins of the– OHHHH KAY!”

You jolted forward slightly as Jungkook activated the bullet inside of your panties mid-sentence.

“The uhm, the–POTATO salad!” you managed to spit out, the vibrations seeming to intensify with each word.

The man shot you a puzzled glance, which you ignored to pull out your phone and text your menace of a boyfriend.

This is not fucking funny Jungkook!

IM IN THE STORE

His reply was practically immediate.

How wet are you?

JUNGKOOK!!! Turn it off!!!!!

Damn. Is it that strong?

On cue the vibrations grew stronger, and you sucked in a gasp that nearly escaped as a moan. He was right. You were so wet, and that oh-so-tiny bullet was much too powerful. You tried squeezing your legs together, but it only made the sensation even stronger.

“Ma'am?”

The clerk’s face nearly killed you as he passed the containers to you. It was like he knew you were building an orgasm. You didn’t dare open your mouth to speak, instead making your way with wobbling legs back to your mom.

Your plan was initially to ditch the potato salad, and make a quick escape to the bathroom so you could pull the underwear down until Jungkook shut them off. To your dismay, your mother was caught in conversation with an old friend and threw an inviting and invasive arm around you to begin bragging about your latest accomplishments.

You couldn’t avoid a whimper that fell from your lips as Jungkook turned the vibrator up another setting.

“What’s wrong with you?” Your mom placed the back of her hand on your forehead. “You’re pale as sand, and burning up! Are you okay? Oh my god! Are you pregnant?!”

“Mom no!” You shot back, “J-jesus… I’m sick. I-I’m going to the car.”

It took a lot of broken breaths to keep from outright moaning as you tried to speak, and you practically ran to the car the moment she gave you the okay.

You climbed into the front seat, and pulled out your phone to call Jungkook but he didn’t answer.

Junflook

You sadly attempted.

is too much

Turn down!!!

You covered your mouth to muffle the moans you couldn’t hold back any longer. Your hips rolled slightly in your seat, knowing you could no longer fight the orgasm that was quickly approaching.

It’s only on the 5th setting

You attempted to groan in frustration but a loud moan was forced from your lungs as the power of the bullet intensified, but also began to pulse quickly against your clit.

There’s 8 and really cool features babe! What’s it doing? I pushed a button that looks like a bad sketch of this face 😩

You couldn’t even finish reading his text fully because your orgasm was so close. Your toes were curling inside of your sneakers and you had a death grip on the door handle. You dialed Jungkook again but still no answer.

It’s THAT good huh???

Fuck I can only imagine how wet you are babe. I can practically feel your pussy throbbing around my cock.

Two can play this game, you thought to yourself, hitting send one more time with full intention of leaving him a voicemail of the sweet sounds of your orgasm.

“Let me hear you cum, baby.”

You were stunned by the lust strung thickly through his voice when you hadn’t expected him to answer at all.

“Jungkook!” You whimpered, bending forward as once again the vibrating intensified– this time so much so that you could hear the humming that was purring proudly between your legs.

“Tell me how good it feels.” He pressed, “Let me hear you.”

“Fuck Jungkook! Fuck!” You really were trying to keep quiet but it was all so overwhelming. You glanced around frantically in hopes that nobody was watching from the parking lot. “I’m about… Jungkook oh my god!!!”

You put your hand over your mouth once again, turning the loud moan of your orgasm into a high-pitched muffled squeal into the phone.

“God damn, baby.” Jungkook breathed, and the vibrating halted. “Where are you?”

You leaned back into the seat, trying to steady your breathing. Hips still rolling slightly as the throbbing of your sensitive clit died down.

“I’m in. The fucking. Car, you prick.” You managed, jumping as your heard the trunk pop open. “And now so is my mom. I have to go.”

You hung up with Jungkook, praying by the time she loaded up the groceries you’d be breathing normally. Your panties were uncomfortably soaked, and honestly all you wanted was to go home and whip out your trusty pink dildo to help satisfy the overbearing need to be filled. Your phone rang out, interrupting the thought.

I love you babe. I can’t wait to CUM home to you.

Shut up, idiot. I love you too.

The moment you stepped into the apartment you slipped out of your clothes, pulled the small bullet from the pouch of your panties, and threw it all in the wash.

You attempted to call your boyfriend again, but of course he didn’t answer. You shot him a quick text message:

Taking a shower. I wish you were home. I miss you.

You sat in the shower until the water ran cold, not realizing how completely exhausted you were from your orgasm until you sat down on your bed. You almost instantly fell asleep in nothing but your towel.

It was 7am when you woke to the ringtone set specifically for Jungkook. You stretched, and sat up slowly - still half asleep, and a little confused.

You felt around your bed for your phone. “Hello?”

“Hey baby.” Jungkook sounded wide awake. “Where you been?”

“I fell asleep after my shower.” You explained, “I haven’t even gotten dressed yet.”

You put Jungkook on speaker phone, and made yourself comfortable on the bed. You listened as he talked about Nana taking him to the country club, and teasing you about how she was showing him off to all her hot old lady friends that insisted on shoving mimosas down his throat by the gallon.

“So it’s safe to say we should break up. I’m into older women now.” He chuckled.

You hummed in response, held your phone at the perfect angle to snap a picture of your bare chest, and show your free hand slipping between your thighs.

<b>You sure you want to leave this for saggy bosoms?</b>

You bit your lip the moment you heard vibrations from his end, interrupting something about pulling weeds from the garden, and planting new petunias today.

He grunted through a long exhale. “Fuck, I want to touch you so bad.”

“Mmm.” You hummed into the receiver, “Where would you touch me baby?”

“I’d start a-” The line went silent mid sentence.

“Jungkook? Babe?”

You tapped your screen, and two beeps rang through as the call was dropped. You called back, but were sent straight through to voicemail. His phone was obviously dead, and your entertainment for the morning was over.

You grumbled, rolled out of bed, and grabbed a shirt out of the closet. You remembered the laundry, and swapped it over to the dryer before fixing yourself something to eat for breakfast.

You never actually realized how much you depended on Jungkook for entertainment until he was gone. Since the two of you moved in together almost two years ago you hadn’t really been apart. You had the same friends, the same hobbies, and were pretty much a package deal wherever you went.

You finished up washing your dishes, and heard text after text pour in.

Two from Jungkook.

Shit. Phone died.

It’s gonna be a busy day. I love you.

One from Min Yoongi.

You up for a day of scary movies? I’ll hold you tight just like Jungkookie.

Plus Hoseok bought nice blackout curtains. Its like midnight in this house all day long.

You called Jungkook one last time to tell him your plans, and quite frankly you just really fucking missed him. He reminded you not to forget your panties, and you rolled your eyes.

“Aren’t you gonna be busy?” you whined, “they probably aren’t dry yet.”

“Babe! A deal is a deal!” He laughed. “Just put them on.”


Stepping into Yoongi’s, you were greeted by Taehyung’s arms thrown around you, and lifting you off the ground. Only to interrupt the adorable moment with whispering in your ear.

“Are you wearing the panties?”

You screamed and smacked his shoulder until he set you down, laughing.

“Is nothing sacred?!” You huffed, reaching for Yoongi and his boyfriend Hoseok. “Save me from this idiot.”

Hoseok grabbed both of your hands hands and pulled you into another tight hug, and Yoongi teased you about your Pacman pajama pants before pulling you on to the couch next to him, and away from Taehyung.

“What’s he going on about?” Yoongi kissed your temple, and Hoseok plopped down next to him.

“Jungkook bought her vi-”

You chucked a pillow at Taehyung to shut him up.

“Sit down and start this damn movie already!” You glared, and he took the empty spot next to you.

The movie had gotten intense, and, being the giant coward you were, you had your face smashed between Taehyung’s shoulder and the cold leather of the couch. Your hand was squeezing his forearm, and Yoongi and Hoseok were basically curled up into each other in their own world.

That’s when it happened. You felt the soft vibrations hum inside your panties, and instinct took over. You squeezed Taehyung’s arm even tighter, and pulled your feet up onto the couch as you jumped slightly.

Taehyung sat back to look at you, and you just smiled.

“Oohh,” you forced. “Scary.”

Taehyung’s stupid boxy smile lit up his face. He knew. The intensity grew so much so quickly that you nearly moaned. You buried your face into Taehyung’s shoulder to muffle the noises you couldn’t contain. You could feel Taehyung chuckling, and you didn’t know if you should run from the room or just let it happen.

Taehyung shifted to face you, and you couldn’t help but laugh in embarrassment, especially when he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“You should wear these when you peg him.”

You whined, digging your nails into his arm. The vibrations against your clit were intensifying and softening in a perfect rhythm. You were practically dripping, and your clit was all but throbbing against the tiny device. You were positive Jungkook must have had it on the highest setting, and your legs shaking was sure to give you away to Yoongi and Hoseok.

Taehyung was in your ear again, practically getting off on the fact that his best friends girlfriend was on the brink of an orgasm, and clinging to him for dear life.

“You know,” he whispered. “Jungkook is going to be the one whimpering beneath you the moment he gets home.”

The moment the thought fully registered in your mind you were teetering on the edge of your orgasm, seconds away from crashing over the edge. You arched your back slightly, nails still digging into Taehyung, and then it stopped.

Mere seconds before your orgasm Jungkook shut off the bullet. It was almost painful how badly you needed to cum. Yet here you sat, half way through a second movie.

Your body was aching, your panties were still wet, and Jungkook hadn’t responded to any of your messages.

Yoongi suggested ordering take out, and it wasn’t until then that you realized it was already almost 4 PM.

“I think I should go home.”

Hoseok shot you a curious glance. “Already?”

“It’s just, I, well.” You fumbled over your words, “I really miss Jungkook. I haven’t talked to him at all today. I want to get home and try to FaceTime him.”

“I want to come!”

You whipped around to face Taehyung, unsure of what he meant, and why exactly he would want to come home with you.

“I mean- Can you give me a ride home?”


The car ride was silent, and awkward at first. Until Taehyung finally spoke up.

“Take a left here.”

“Sorry?” You hesitated, “Did you move or something?”

“Have you bought the strap on already?” His voice didn’t even crack.

“I–Tae! What?!”

“For pegging Jungkook.” He began to blabber, “It’s just that I have experience with this whole thing, and I can help you pick the perfect thing. You know, for when you pe-”

“STOP!” You blushed, and enjoyed a brief moment of silence before turning on your blinker. “Okay Tae. You can help me, but we do this my way”.

His eye practically disappeared into the smile plastered to his face as he guided you to a little shop.

“Big Joe’s,” you burst out laughing. “We are buying a strap-on from a place called Big Joe’s? Are you serious?”

Taehyung shrugged and jumped out of the car. He began to reach for the door, but you grabbed his arm.

“We do this my way, remember?” He nodded much too cheerfully, and you laced your fingers into his. “Get the door, idiot.”

Taehyung was confused for a moment, until you strutted confidently right up to the counter. You paused only for a second, and pulled him close to you before leaning over the counter to interact with the woman behind it.

You were surprised at how old she seemed. She had fine lines pressed to meet her smile, and defined crows feet. Her hair was colored bright red, but her salt-and-pepper roots showed proudly. You assumed she was in her late 50’s, or maybe had just aged poorly.

“Hello.” You said cutely. “Can you help us? We’re new at this whole thing but my adorable boyfriend here wants me to, well you know…”

You actually blushed, and you nearly broke down laughing when you saw the amount of sheer shock written into Taehyung’s face.

“He wants YOU to fuck HIM?” She spoke in the calmest and most serious tone.

You couldn’t help but to giggle as you nodded your head, and followed her to the other side of the store. Taehyung’s palms were getting sweaty, and you were thriving over the fact that the king of embarrassing you was actually getting a taste of his own medicine.

The older woman showed the two of you some belts and straps, and explained that the attachment came separately, “but it makes it nice when your dildo collection starts to grow, and trust me- it will!”

You and Taehyung just nodded at her every word, and glanced awkwardly at the dildos on display in front of you before he finally reached for one.

It was probably 18 inches long, and honestly kind of terrifying. The woman quirked a brow at Taehyung.

“What about this one?”

“It’s uh–” you examined the length of the box. “A bit long, don’t you think?”

Taehyung finally broke, and burst out laughing. “I have no clue what we are doing.”

“Taehyung I thought you had experience!” You shot back. “What was all that nonsense about Jungkook getting the best nut of his life!”

The woman must have felt uncomfortable by this point because she finally left the two of you on your own.

“I do, I just didn’t buy the stuff…”

You shook your head, and glanced back to the display in front of you. You knew you couldn’t buy something too thick, or Jungkook would panic the entire time. You needed something the perfect length, a little thin, and maybe… Masculine for his ego.

You spotted the perfect black dildo, it was thin but curvy. Its curves almost reminded you of four small ping pong balls tucked in a little black contraption. It had a cheesy slogan that said “A Little Black Magic Never Hurt Anyone.”

“Is this masculine?” You finally spoke as you reached for the box. “I mean, that’s his biggest fear about this whole thing. So I think if i got something a bit more discreet Jungkook would be more relaxed, and enjoy it more.”

Taehyung took his time looking over the box. “Honestly, I think it would be perfect.”

“Really?” A tinge of nervousness slipped out through your words.

Taehyung smiled sweetly and ruffled your hair. “I feel like a proud brother dropping his little sister off at her first day of school.” He shivered at his last word. “Except school is Jungkook’s asshole. Yep. It got weird. Let’s not talk about it.”


The moment you stepped into the house you called Jungkook, and to no surprise, he didn’t answer. You rolled your eyes and opted to take a long bubble bath. You even threw in two bath bombs, because by damn, you deserve it.

By the time you had finished off some leftovers from the fridge and flopped on to the couch to catch up on Big Brother it was almost 9 p.m.

Finally your phone rang, and you skipped the hello entirely. “Where have you been all day?!”

Jungkook chuckled. “I told you I was helping Nana plant petunias.”

“Okay but,” you sighed. “You kind of, you know…”

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s just. Earlier-” You struggled, “with the panties…”

"Babe, Taehyung already texted me, and told me all about the bruises you left on his arm while you came.”

“UH, BUT I DIDN’T!?” Your words came out as more of a question than a statement.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook shot back. “He literally sent me a picture of his arm.”

“No, I was clinging to him.” You let out a frustrated sigh, “I mean you shut them off right before I could–”

A fit of laughter interrupted you. “I shut them off right before you could cum?!”

You glared, as if Jungkook could actually see your expression.

“It’s not funny, Kook.” You whined, “I’ve never been denied an orgasm before…”

You listened as Jungkook shifted a bit on the other end of the phone. You imagined him adjusting himself, hopefully growing hard at the thought of you needing release. Wearing nothing but those tight black boxer briefs, biting his lip, and running his palm over his growing bulge.

Without noticing you let out a little moan into the phone, completely lost in your thoughts.

“W-what are you doing?”

You giggled, realizing you and Jungkook had never had phone sex before. Sexting, sure. But you were never apart long enough for phone sex to ensue, and usually the moment sexting started Jungkook was climbing into your bed to finish you off himself.

“What if I’m touching myself?” you cooed.

Jungkook sighed, and you relaxed into the sofa. “Are you?”

“Mmm,” you hummed as you slipped your hand in the band of your pajamas, and pressed your middle finger into the damp spot left in your underwear. “Fuck, I- miss you, Jungkook.”

“You want me to come home babe?” He pressed. “do you need my cock?”

You gasped. “I need it so bad, baby…”

There was more scuffling on the other end of the phone, and you assumed he was getting in a comfortable position to touch himself with you.

Until a soft hum started in your panties as he turned on the bullet for a second time today. You pressed your palm against the small deviced tucked in the panties, and whimpered.

“Damn, you actually put them back on, baby?”

You just hummed in response, but deep in the back of your mind scolded yourself for how desperately you waited all night for him to turn them on when you very well could have used another toy to get yourself off. All you could do is whine as the bullets vibrations intensified. You enjoyed this a lot more than you liked to admit.

“Jungkook,” A soft moan slipped past your lips, “more. God, please turn it up more.”

You rubbed your palm in circles, pressing the bullet into your clit, and around every sensitive nerve. The humming grew louder, and the sensation was so strong now that your back arched slightly, and your voice cracked as you tried to say his name again.

“I can’t hear you.” Jungkook’s voice was honey smooth, “Tell me how good it feels, baby.”

“Ju-Jungkook.” You mumbled through ragged breaths, “I’m already so, so wet.”

“It could be my tongue you know,” he hissed. “God damn, I wish my head was buried between your thighs.”

You lifted your hips, rolling your hand firmly against the panties and trying to keep your breathing from turning completely erratic. You already felt the heat pooling in the pit of your abdomen, and knew from being denied earlier you’d cum much quicker, and so much harder.

Jungkook was quiet for a few minutes, indulging in the perfect sounds and mixture of his name that seemed to roll off your tongue. He knew you were close, and in a groan of frustration he stopped the vibrating completely.

“Babe no! Please!” you shouted, “not again!”

“Beg for it babe.” He shot back cockily, “Beg like you do for my cock.”

“Baby… Please, I need to cum so bad that it hurts. Please babe.”

You were almost in tears, and it must have been evident in your voice because immediately the vibrations kicked on full force.

Moan after moan ripped from your lungs, and with your free hand you slipped two fingers past your panties to touch yourself.

“That’s it babe,” Jungkook cooed from the other line. “Think about how hard I’m going to be for you when I get home.”

You moaned again, scissoring your fingers inside of you, and rubbing the bullet more harshly against your clit.

“Imagine first thing tomorrow when I see you,” His voice sounded completely lust-blown, and you imagined him stroking his cock to the sounds you were making for him–because of him.

“I’m gonna pin you against the wall and fuck you right there in the living room. Fuck, I’m gonna make you cum so many times.”

You response came in a stuttered moan of his name. You slipped your fingers out, and grabbed the edge of the couch as you nearly toppled off from arching your back so high.

“Oh my god! Keep talking. I’m so fucking close babe. Oh fuck.”

Jungkook let a quiet moan slip out, and you felt it through your entire body. Your toes curled, and you felt your walls clenching against nothing.

“I’m going to bend you over that little spot in the kitchen that you like so much, grab ahold of your hair, and fuck you until the counter leaves bruises in your hips.”

Jungkook didn’t make it halfway through his sentence before your orgasm pushed through your entire body. You were positive the way you screamed his name would have the neighbors come knocking for a noise complaint.

Your legs shook almost violently, and Jungkook must have forgotten about controlling the panties because you had to rip them off to stop the overstimulation.

The line was quiet, and you calmed your breathing, and let out a few whines to help you gain your composure.

“Fuck,” He finally muttered. “I fucking miss you.”

“Jungkook,” you giggled. “Turn the panties off.”

You watched them crawling across the floor as the bullet still vibrated inside of them before finally coming to a stop.

Jungkook laughed, and the two of you sat in a content silence for a moment before you sighed. “Did Taehyung tell you we went shopping today?”

“No?”

“Oh,” You laughed nervously as you thought up an excuse to not give away the little gift you had bought for Jungkook. “Well this lady was way weird, I’ll tell you about it when you come home.”

You forced yourself to get off the couch, and make your way to the bedroom. Your eyes were so heavy, and you were barely replying with more than a hum or a small giggle as Jungkook talked to you about his weekend.

“Baby, I love you.” He cooed, and you let sleep take over.

In the morning you woke a bit disoriented, and extremely bummed that you had fallen asleep on Jungkook while he was talking. You stretched for your phone, but mentally slapped yourself for not plugging it in when you found it dead.

The moment your feet touched the ground, the bedroom door crept open, and before you could even register what was happening Jungkook had you back on the bed, practically smothering you with kisses.

You got excited, and shoved him off of you to run into the living room and grab the little black box. He followed suit with a shit eating grin, wrapped his arms around you from behind, and rested his head on your shoulder.

“What’s that?”

You turned around and handed in him the box with a devilish grin.

“A deal’s a deal, babe.”

Alpha (Delta Sequel) Chap. 2

Alpha (Delta Sequel) (NSFW) - After the events of Delta, Reader and Bucky’s comfortable life is put to an halt when an unknown threat comes to New York. (If you haven’t read Delta, please read that here first.) 

A/N: This is where the story starts to take off! I wanted y’all to have a nice, fluffy chapter as a treat because y’all are gonna need it before you read this ending. >:) Enjoy! - D.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Alpha Bucky doing alpha things. Lots of angst. A/B/O Dynamics. (If you’re uncomfy with any of these, keep scrolling.) SFW. 

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check out my bitework-trained cat, he’s getting really good. 


but in all seriousness, this is actually pretty concerning behavior that I see a LOT in human-raised kittens, especially single-kittens like Ron here.  It starts because it’s cute!  Little kitten thinks he’s fierce, aww, he’s stalking the hand and trying to beat it!  This inadvertently encourages the kitten to play harder because YAY POSITIVE FEEDBACK. 

In a mother-raised litter, there’d be feedback to let the kitten know ‘THAT HURTS, U LITTLE SHIT’ (same with siblings), but humans… aren’t very good at that.  We aren’t good at teaching cats to be good cats. Like… this is adorable shit right here.  It’s gonna be a lot less cute when he’s 12+ pounds.


so to get a kitten out of this habit, here’s what u do: when he starts biting too hard, make a soft hiss (or a high-pitched squeal) and leave.  Disengage.  Remember, they do this because it’s fun; when he learns it’s not fun for YOU, he’ll want to stop too.  Come back with a different toy, like a wand toy, and play with that instead.  Basically, the idea is to teach him that hands aren’t toys and can’t be played with roughly.  

Imagine having a conversation about your relationship with Tom. Things have been moving slowly, and it’s been working out well for both of you - you just aren’t sure he feels as strongly about you as you do about him. You tell him that you don’t want to fall for him if he isn’t ready to catch you. Nervous to see his reaction, you look up to see him with a mischievous little smirk on his face.

“Of course I’ll catch you, my love,” he said, unbuttoning his jacket. “But first you have to run!”

With a high-pitched squeal you’re off, running through the house with Tom right on your tail. He catches you just as you reach the top of the stairs, carrying you to the bedroom to attack you with kisses and tickles.

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Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu - Karasuno, Revival!

“Hinata, don’t be nervous.”
-high pitched squeal- “What, like you?”
“DO I LOOK NERVOUS TO YOU!?!?!?”

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