Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the
requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was
wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained
relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and
that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe
they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free
to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)
Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm
denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease
Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda,
who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in
return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.
“Don’t you get it?! I am terrified. I am so scared of losing you. I’m worried you’ll wake up and realize that you wasted time on me. You’ll see me differently. My quirks will become annoying, and the things you used to love most about me, you’ll grow to hate.”
“I won’t.” He stepped forward, reaching to move my hair from my face.
“I’ve heard those words before.”
“Baby,” he whispered, gently pulling on my chin to force me to look at him. “I love you.” I opened my mouth to argue with him.
“No. Don’t. I love you. I love you,” he paused for emphasis. “I love you. I’m not going anywhere and I love every part of you. No matter what. I know it’s difficult to believe, but I love every little thing about you. Your big ears. Your cute nose.” He tapped my nose playfully with his finger. “The dark parts of your heart. Baby, believe me. I will love you for as long as you let me, and if that’s forever, then fantastic.” Before I could say anything else, he wrapped his arms protectively around me.
In that moment, I am equally comforted and terrified because I’ve never had something I was so scared to lose.
summary : you think peter is very pretty, and your duty as his girlfriend is to tell him every chance you get.
wc : 1.4k
Peter Parker has freckles. They’re countless in amount and infinitesimal in size, but they’re spread across his sloped nose, his cheeks, and some of them are scattered across his shoulders from the days he spends at Rockaway Beach in the summertime sun not because he likes the beach, but because you do and you drag him there almost every day throughout July. He doesn’t mind. He can’t have you taking the train there alone, and he’d rather spend time with you in the sweltering heat than leave you by yourself. If you’re sitting close enough, the way you are right in this moment, you can count each one of those stars on his cheeks and play connect the dots with a ballpoint pen, if he’d let you. He most likely would. Peter would let you get away with anything. If you were to try to kiss each individual freckle that was settled there on his skin you’d be pressing your lips to his cheeks for hours on end. He’d like to see you try such a thing.
Peter Parker also has the sweetest brown eyes you’ve ever had the pleasure of gazing into. They were warm and kind and they felt like home whenever he turned them on you in that loving way he held. You love the way he looks at you, often and bright with happiness. You haven’t stopped looking at him since you started all those months ago, you couldn’t anticipate a time when you would. He doesn’t mind the permanent way his eyes settle on you, but it’s the way you’re always looking at him that makes him blush and turn his face away. He’s not much to look at, in his opinion.
He whines a little when he catches your eye again, trained on him like a reflex once again. His face glows a red the color of a ripe strawberry as he spins around in his chair and stares at the peeling cover of his science notebook. “What’s wrong, pretty boy?” You grinned when he flushed a deeper shade of crimson, still evading the smile that crept across your face.
“Y/N,” he whines once more, the heat creeping up toward the tips of his ears. He turns toward you, holding his cheek in his hand and keeping his elbow propped up on the swivel chair. “You know I get all,” he squirmed around in his chair, “flustered when you call me that.” The admittance came with a great reluctancy on his part, but it only made you smile more as you walked across the room and cleared away the clutter of his desk, taking a seat there so you could continue your study in Peter Parker. “I’m not pretty.”
“Shhh,” you chastised, using your foot to spin him back around. “You’re very pretty, Peter.” He stretches out his hand, waiting for you to grab it and hold it as careful as always. He presses a kiss to your knuckles whenever you hold his hand, he knows you think it’s the sweetest thing ever and that every single time he does it, you swoon like it’s your first date all over again. He’s big on holding hands. It’s intimate without being too much, and the teachers can’t really scold him for holding your hand the way they can for kissing you against the lockers when you both think no one is around. Still, he kisses your hand, and you close your eyes, smiling shyly. Then, you say, “How’d I get the sweetest, prettiest boy in the universe to be mine?”
“Oh, god,” he takes his hand out of yours and covers his cheeks with them, feeling the warmth of his skin against his palms and squeezing his eyes shut. He can’t believe what you’ve made him. A blushing mess undone the moment you call him pretty, sweet, yours. “Feel my cheek,” he demanded, grabbing your wrist and pressing your palm to his face. You laugh.
“You’re burning up, babe,” you say, patting his cheek. “I can’t help it. I have to compliment you. All the time. Every hour of every day.” You tap a finger against his cute nose.
“I would compliment you but every time I try you swoop in and render my speech incoherent with that little nickname you have for me,” he kept his fist against his cheek as he stared up at you, your legs dangling off his desk as you extend your hands out for him. He takes them, presses them to his cheek.
“What nickname?” You question innocently. “Oh, oh, oh, I know which one. Pretty boy.” You held his scrunched up in embarrassment face in your hands, squishing his cheeks. “So pretty.”
“I’m gonna spontaneously combust.” The words came out muffled because of the position his face was in, but if he were being honest, he could feel himself light up every time you said he was pretty, as amusing as the word was to him. Even if he doesn’t think he’s much- anything, really- to be fond of, he’s happy, so happy, that you disagree.
You call him pretty boy every chance you get. You seize the opportunity with pride, throwing a wink his direction when you can because he has the dopiest little smile on his face for the rest of the day even if he feigns irritation in the moment.
You greet him every morning outside his apartment building with a cup of coffee in your outstretched hand and a sweet smile curling at your lips and a, “Morning, my pretty boy,” and Peter starts his school day with a blush, his arm around the shoulders of the girl that he loves. You lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. He’s invincible.
Then, you see him in chemistry class, goggles strapped to your face and a stupid apron around your neck. His heart still stops when he sees you. You slide in the seat between him and Ned, pulling at his goggle strap before it snaps back to his head as gentle as you can manage. “Did you finish the lab conclusion, pretty boy? I’m stuck on the last sent- Ned what happened to him?” You turned to the other boy, eyebrows raised in confusion because Peter is motionless and the redness is spreading all over his neck.
“You called him pretty again,” Ned replied, stretching his hand across the table and waving it in front of Peter’s face. “He’s probably just offended that you didn’t greet me with a compliment.”
“C’mon, Ned, you know I think you’re gorgeous.”
“I’m actually not deaf, guys.” Peter nudged you playfully, rubbing his cheeks with the sleeves of his gray sweater. You ruffle his honey hair.
“We know,” you answered. “Ned’s stunning, obviously-” Ned grins at this- “but you’re forever the only pretty boy for me.” Peter scrunches his nose up. Then, he takes off his goggles, placing them next to the looseleaf paper that has his neatly compiled lab report scrawled over the page. He leans forward, scooting his chair close to you so he can remove your goggles, too. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you quick. He’d put more passion into it if the teacher wasn’t standing across the room, looking for any excuse to separate the two of you. Every teacher was the same. He pulls back after a second, his hands lingering on your cheeks when he gazes at you.
“I love you, you beautiful and lovely and wonderful girl of mine.” Triumphantly, he removes his hands and places them back down on the desk. He catches it before you turn away toward Ned, and for a brief and fleeting moment, it’s there on your cheeks. “Oh, oh, what’s that I see? Is that a blush?” He jumps around to Ned’s spot, a stupid, prideful grin on his face as he savors the moment for himself, commits the pretty sight to memory. “Pretty girl, are you blushing?” He pressed his hands to against your face, pinching your cheek gently, lovingly. You punched him in the arm, a warning behind your eyes, but Peter didn’t care in the slightest.
“Yes, you big idiot,” you mumbled. “Happy now?”
“Oh, I’m very happy.”
“I hate you.”
“Do you really?” Peter raised his eyebrows, resting his palms against your shoulders and rubbing his thumb along the place where your collarbone peeked out of your shirt.
“Of course not,” you said, a grumble in your tone. “I love you and your pretty boy face, sweet little freckles and all.” You poked a couple of his freckles and kissed the one by his mouth. Peter sighed, still smiling brightly because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pretend to be annoyed at you when you called him that name. He’d wear it with like a badge of honor, grateful for it. He had an effortlessly gorgeous love that thought he was the prettiest thing she had ever laid her eyes on, so what more could he ask for?
jin: when jin saw you with another man’s arm around you, a feeling of dread filled him, a feeling of not being good enough. jin’s shoulders sagged as he sat by himself a few tables over from where you were greeting the group of guys who were also attending the award show. noticing jin’s downcast appearance, you went back over and sat down on his lap. “hey jinnie,” you said placing a kiss on his cheek, jin grumbled and wrapped his arms around you tightly, not wanting to let you go. “don’t be jealous jinnie~ i love you.”
yoongi: yoongi would be all glares and snarls. the second he saw you with another guy, he’d be with you with his arm around your waist or shoulders in seconds. the guy you were talking to would immediately become uncomfortable and excuse himself. “yoongiii,” you said with your voice full of desperation, but still falling into his protective embrace. “you know i don’t like it when you talk to other guys dressed like that, kitten,” he said full well knowing his intentions with the pet name, “daddy’s gonna have to teach you who you belong to tonight.”
hoseok: hoseok would be filled with sadness, he’d begin to compare himself to the guy you were talking to. he had better hair, he’s taller, much prettier than me, he would think. hoseok would wait for you to sit down next to him at BTS’s table before he quickly took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. “are you okay hobi?” you would ask gently and you intertwined your fingers. “yeah, i just love you a lot,” he said with a smile hoping to bring up the mood. “i love you too hobi,” you would respond, “forever.” that statement would clear all apprehension he felt in his heart.
namjoon: namjoon would walk up next to you, discreetly taking your hand in his and greeting the other guys, GOT7, politely, but you knew what this meant. he was jealous. namjoon spoke with the guys a few more minutes, wishing them luck, before heading back to your table. “joonie~” you teased him, poking his dimple as he smirked, “you don’t have to be jealous.” he nodded, “i know, i know, i just get scared you know? i don’t wanna lose you,” he’d trail off in the end. you’d lean in and place a kiss on his cheek, “you’re not gonna lose me. not with how good you treat me,” you winked pulling a flushed namjoon closer to you.
jimin: jimin would practically tear you away from the boys, insisting that there was something more important he had to show you. turns out, it was only taehyung trying to balance a spoon on his nose. “jiminie i was talking,” you said trying to pull your hand out of his. “but you’re talking to me now,” he said pulling you into his lap and starting a conversation with the maknaes, you huffed but decided to give up. glancing at jungkook he gave you a wink, confirming your thoughts that jimin was jealous. you returned his action with a smile, pulling jimin’s arm that was around your waist tighter against you.
taehyung: taehyung would be quite the show-off. he’d immediately put an arm around your shoulders and pull you close to him. “trying to steal my girl, yeah?” he’d tease but you knew there was some underlying jealousy and protectiveness. the other man in question quickly shook his head before saying his goodbyes and leaving. taehyung would growl into your ear before biting down on your earlobe and giving it a tug. “you’re mine,” he would say leaving a few kisses on your neck. putting a hand on his chest, you lightly pushed him back while chuckling, “i know tae, i know, i’m yours don’t worry.”
jungkook: jungkook wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you the rest of the night. grasping your fingers tightly in his, pulling you closer, he’d have a hand on you at all times. “kookie?” you’d question as you sat down at the table while the food was being served. “mhm,” he’d hum in acknowledgement while playing with your fingers that were intertwined with his. “how come you’re so touchy-feely?” you’d ask and he’d immediately stiffen and begin to pull his hand away from yours. “no no kookie, i like it, i was just wondering,” you paused, “did something happen?” his lips would turn into a frown, “well, i guess you just looked so happy talking to those guys…” he trailed off. you shook your head and giggled, “you’re so cute kookie,” you pinched his cheek between your fingers in a childlike manner, to which he swatted your hand away, “i love you kookie, only you.”
he loves all his members so much sosososo much, he always puts them before himself
WHEN HE’S LAUGHING REALLY HARD AND HE STARTS SEAL CLAPPING
that one time tae came to sleep next to namjoon and namjoon sleepily held tae’s hand and wouldn’t let go
his signature move when he takes his two index fingers and covers one of his eyes while looking deadass into the camera
HIS DOE SHAPED PRETTY CHOCOLATE BROWN EYES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
professional self-dragger, literally willingly drags his own ass
his mixtape release in 2015, every song was so important and deep and okay, it’s largely forgotten because of yoongi’s mixtape but it has so much emotion and meaning behind every song
he loveloveloves dogs !
literally has looked like the best thing the world has to offer no matter what rainbow ass hair color bighit sticks him with
that golden age when his hair was black when will that look come back from the war ://////////
you know that thing he does when he’s been rapping and suddenly breaks out into a smile and scrunches his nose and winks with one eye mmmmmmmmokay !!!!
his angry rap when his neck veins show because he’s literally putting his all into it
the way he looks in beanies !!!!!!!!! with one ear tucked in and the other sticking out
the mole on the left side right under his jawline
the fact that he literally read books on philosophy for hyyh
THE WAY !!!!!!!!! HE LOOKS !!!!!!!!!!!! IN A SUIT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that time his speaker wasn’t working and he yelled at it and it started to work, Legends Only
the fact that he isn’t afraid to try out weird kinds of fashion and won’t hear shit about it
has been known to support LGBT since 2012
THAT TIME BTS WERE IN ISAC IN 2015 AND HE WAS EVERY MEMBER’S HYPE MAN
when he’s too lazy to wear contacts so he wears his thick black rimmed glasses :’(((((((((((
that time he had a wardrobe malfunction and had his whole shirt ripped off during that dance break and he did the whole performance holding up the sorry remains of his shirt
the fact that kim namjoon invented dimples !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no really he did
how he is literally incapable of doing a fan sign without making it a display of how much aegyo he can fit in any given span of time and then immediately be shy and embarrassed about it
6 feet tall, he is 6 feet tall also don’t forget that he is literally the eiffel tower because nothing is taller than 6 feet just sayin
that amazing and blessed time he had silver hair and my heart literally exploded !!!!!!!!!!!
HIS PRETTY PINK POUTY PLUSH PERFECT LIPS
that time bts was doing rainism and he was the only one who didn’t know all the moves and messed up but pulled it off confidently in the end
he literally loves his mom so much i’m :’(((((((
HIS ALL BLACK OUTFITS AND THE WAY HE LOOKS WHEN HE WEARS ALL BLACK AND THE WAY ALL BLACK LOOKS ON HIM AND -
the fact that every time someone tells him to do a freestyle dance, it’s literally the same awkward robotic jerky dance with the failing arms and legs since 2013
when he tries to sing even though the members laugh at him
HE JUST WANTS TO CATCH CRABS FOR GOODNESS SAKE
his cute soft pretty pink knees :’))))))))))
in the fire era when he had that acorn haircut and pulled that shit off when will your fave ever
he reads, he has an IQ of 148, he was the nation’s top 1% in 5 subjects in high school, he -
his smile his beautiful glorious soft glowing stunning breathtaking smile that smile that you only have the privilege of seeing someone have one in a million times in your life, the kind of smile that could change the world
the way he looks in a choker the way he looks in a choker the way he looks in a chok-
okay !!!!!!!!!! but his cute squishy tiny nose so kissable n someone please bop it and pinch it and it’s soosososo cute
the way he gets his hands inky and dirty every single fan sign every single darn one !!!!!!!!!!!! why are they dirty? what is he doing ?????
THE AUDACITY HE HAS TO WINK AND BITE LIPS AT CAMERAS THE SHEER AUDACITY
the way his arms look in sleeveless tops his arms !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the way he looks in snapbacks mmmmmmmmmmmm
that time on running man when everyone was supposed to have as many boxes as possible and he literally got his box snatched from his hands and he tripped over nothing he’s the dorkiest softest boy -
that time he wore the army khakis and outfit and i just ://////// oh my god
his side profile his perfect gorgeous beautiful angelic side profile !!!!
his obsession with ryan and how happy he got when jimin got him a ryan cake for his birthday fkdsfhgfd
legs for days !!!!!!!!!!!!!
that time namjoon was a minion for halloween
“I had to dance to survive in this cold, cruel world.”
his cute outfit in the baepsae dance practice video :((((((((((
he looks sosoososososo unbeliveably beautiful bare faced i just love him so much
that time during the hyyh prologue shooting when all the members were piling onto him and he yelled ‘MY BALLS, MAN’
his fucnkgn !!!!!!!!!! puma photoshoot binch !!!!!!!!!!!
the fact that he sang expensive girl and took the fact that he didn’t get a grammy for it like a man :///
that time they won their first award in 2015 and he was cleARLY CRYING but denied it like “i’m not crying”
THAT TIME HE LITERALLY DESCRIBED HIS ERECTION ON LIVE RADIO AIR IN ENGLISH
that one time !!!!!!!!!!!!!! bts had an outdoor performance and his white shirt got sososososooso sweaty it was basically stuck to him and see through if you don’t know what i’m talking about then goodbye
those RARE times when he smiles and sticks his tongue out at the same time !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that time he was complaining about jungkook and the fruit flies and the weird as shit way he pronounced ‘vaccuum’
his messy friendship with jackson
the fact that he apologized for the mistakes he has made in the past and made no excuses about them
award for having the world’s cutest and flattest tushy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i don’t know if anyone noticed but the way he holds his fingers when he’s explaining something like he puts them in awkward bent angles and they’re really long and expressive i just looooovvveeeee
that time he was doing a duet with this female singer for a show and he picked her up from the airport and held a sign with her name and got shy around her he’s the biggest gentleman DDDD:
deep husky voice like shots of pure liquid gold sends shivers down my spine ://////////
that time he held a tiny itty bitty baby frog on his index finger i dont know why it was so cute of him i just !!!
sweaty namjoon when namjoon sweats the sweat namjoon produces
that time he tried to twerk but ‘something keeps dangling’
when !!!!!!!!!! he wears tight pants and his thighs are almost bursting out of his pants jdfkkhkj
the way he says ‘baby’
EVERY ‘WHAT AM I TO YOU’ PERFORMANCE HE’S EVER DONE
that time he was asked to pick between solo and bts and didn’t hesitate for a microsecond before saying bts
THAT TIME NAMJOON DID THIS GUITAR ACOUSTIC WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND HE RAPPED SO SWEETLY MY HEART OVERFLOWED
taught himself english by listening to 10 english dvds 10 times over 3 years
special thank you to every namjoon stylist who made him wear low cut shirts
THE WAY HE LOOKS WEARING A MASSIVE HOODIE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
‘and i’m sexy like a porn star’
accepts and settles for being the least popular bts member
the way he looks when he wears headbands
when his sleeves are super long so he has sweater paws and his pretty fingers stick out slightly jdsfkshgkjfmncvb
sub par body rolls that can still make you squirm and cry :////////
once when he was the first in a lineup in a fan sign he told a fan ‘now you’ve practiced on me, you can do this in front of your real bias’
got to write in “힙합하다 1” (‘This is Hip Hop 1: South Korea, Hip Hop and Life’) which is a hip hop book for 42 top korean hip hop artists
THAT TINY MOLE BELOW HIS BOTTOM LIP THAT YOU CAN ONLY SEE IF HE SMILES REALLY WIDE
the way he looks in a tie ohohohoohohoho my gosh !!!!!!!!!!!!!
that time in the ariport the cameraman said ‘the girls love you guys’ and namjoon was like ‘thanks, we love you too’
the way he wrote about the sunset in his diary when he went to dubai
HE HAS BENDY ARMS !!!!!!!!! NO REALLY I SWEAR THEY BEND BACKWARDS
he once told a fan ‘sorry’ when she told him she got him photocard
he said that he wanted to know what it was like going to college and sometimes he feels like he missed out on that experience :///
can you believe namjoon invented having pretty hands??????? Amazing
he cares sosooso much about other people he’s always wondering how his fans are doing, what they feel like, always giving advice, always learning and growing, never stopping
“I’m still existing, still breathing. Even though I keep looking forward and run, sometimes I still look back. The path in front and behind are still far, but even so, if the people who look at me are still dreaming and picking up their strengths, that alone makes me feel good. It’s okay to live this way, breaking down, getting hurt and looking back at the past. I will live. I am living like this. Me. Us.”
This ball of sunshine is much more than abs and sex appeal. I love this person not just because of him being an idol or him showing his skin.
I love him because of his personality that is so lovable, bubbly and beautiful. I love the way he supports his friends throught everything.
I would still love him even if he doesn’t sing or dance. And with or without abs. Because i already love him the way he is. His soft hair. His cute/handsome face. His sweet and caring personality. His magnificent smile.
His crooked tooth. His cute laugh. His small fingers. His height. His teases with his hyungs. His quirks with Taehyung and Kookie. His hardwork for ARMYs. His selflessness. His everything.
I love his seeming attitude and mentality towards work, and he reaches out to people. He works practices everyday just for the ARMYs. You can see his improvement everyday because of it.
I love him so much. It aches that sometimes he looks down on himself even though, we would still love and support him matter what.
He’s just too precious, and i don’t want him to feel unloved or sad even. He’s my world. And a part of someone’s life.