Prompt: “If you keep sticking your tongue out like that, I’m gonna have to do something about it.”
You rummaged through the cabinets, trying to find the cereal you were so desperately craving this morning. Dean was at the table, gobbling through his own bowl. “Whatcha lookin’ for sweetheart?” He asked around a mouthful.
“The cerea-” You spotted the box on the counter by the sink, snatching it up. “Nevermind, found it.” You went to pour it out into your bowl, only to find it empty. “You ate all the cereal?” you gasped, turning to him and shaking the empty box.
He shrugged, “You snooze you lose.”
“You meanie,” you pouted, sticking your tongue out at him.
“Okay, you are five, but whatever. If you want the rest of mine, take it.”
You scrunched up your nose, “No, ew, it’s got your germs in it.”
“And since when have my germs ever bothered you?”
You stuck your tongue out at him once more, crossing your arms over your chest. “Since you were a meanie who decided to eat my breakfast!”
“If you keep sticking your tongue out like that, I’m gonna have to do something about it,” Dean grunted, rolling his eyes after you had childishly stuck your tongue out once again. “Seriously, might as well just put it in my mouth since it obviously can’t stay in yours.”
You choked on your own saliva as your head processed what he had said. “What?” you asked, still trying to repeat his words and make sure you heard him correctly.
“What, what?” He asked, chomping down on his last bite of cereal.
“What did you just say?”
“Nothing,” he blushed, unaware that you had heard him. “Nothing, eat your stupid breakfast.” Dean quickly moved from the table to the kitchen sink, rinsing his bowl and spoon off and setting them on the towel to drip dry. You were frozen in your spot by the counter, eyes focused on him, unblinking. “Stop staring at me, it’s freakin’ me out.”
“Tell me what you said!”
“I said eat your stupid breakfast. I’ll go buy more cereal today, alright?”
You scoffed, grabbing his wrist before he could leave. “What did you say after you told me you were gonna do something about me stickin’ my tongue out?”
Dean huffed, stomping his foot impatiently. “Can we just drop it? It’s nothing important, obviously, or else I would’ve repeated myself.”
You laughed a bit, keeping a firm grasp on his wrist. “I heard what you said, dummy. I just want to hear you say it again.” Dean blushed again, looking down at his feet. “You say it again and maybe I just might do it.”
That perked him up, he tipped his head to look at you, a proud smirk on his lips. “I said: Might as well just put it in my mouth since it obviously can’t stay in yours.”
You stood on your toes, arms wrapped around Dean’s neck as you placed your lips against his. And to be fair, neither of your tongues stayed in your own mouths during that kiss.
Here’s the hip-hop unit reacting to you getting a yummy new lip balm flavor. It was supposed to just be a reaction, but it started out kind of drabbly to begin with and only got more and more so as it went on. Mingyu’s was last so his is the longest and he’s not even my bias teehee
He would come to pick you up for a coffee date at your
place. When you opened the door, he pressed his lips to yours with a small
smile to say hello like you two usually did, but this time he noticed something
new. When he pulled away for a second, he smirked a little, licked his lips,
and then kissed you again, this time a little longer and deeper, and he hummed
happily when he pulled away again.
“Your lips taste like vanilla, are you wearing new lip
balm?” He looked at you quizzically. “Let me know when you run out of this, we
can go get you some more.” He gave you one last kiss before taking your hand
and leading you off for your date with that adorable smirk still plastered on
You two were sitting on a bench in the park looking at the
cherry blossoms, him holding your hand in his own. When there was a lull in
conversation, you two looked at each other, and he took the opportunity to
place a soft, gentle kiss on your lips. You felt him smile lightly after a
moment, and when he pulled away, he looked down in his lap, blushed a tiny bit
and let out a light chuckle.
“What?” You blushed at his giggling. He looked up at the
cherry blossoms and then back down at his hands in his lap.
“You’re wearing a new lip balm.” You laughed.
“Do you like it?” He looked up at you for a moment, after
which he brought his hand up to gently cup your cheek as he leaned in to place
another kiss on your lips. You both leaned away giggling.
You were sitting on your couch typing away on your laptop.
You had a report to finish, but Vernon had wanted to see you anyway, so he came
over to sit with you while you worked and talk and eat with you when you took a
break. Right then, he’d decided that it was time for a break.
“Come on, we should eat dinner now.”
“I’m almost ready, let me just finish this one part.”
“You said that half an hour ago.” He accused, exasperated.
“Yeah, but I’m really almost d-“ He turned your face towards
him and kissed you quickly to distract you.
He was about to tell you to put the laptop down when his eyebrows
furrowed, and he paused. He leaned back in to kiss you again, and again,
looking at you quizically.
“what?” You blushed, confused by his actions.
“…strawberry?” You rolled your eyes and smiled, earning a
laugh from him.
“Yeah, I got new lip balm.”
“I like it.”
You both leaned over your controllers, wearing looks of
determination. Just as you raced through the last few meters to the finish
line, You watched in horror as out of the corner of your screen, Mingyu’s kart
sped past you and crossed the finish line a fraction of a second before you.
Mingyue threw his controller on the couch and lept up as he laughed and
“Yes! YES. I won. I beat you. You lost. I AM. THE BEST.” You
scowled at him and pulled out your new lip balm as you retorted.
“I demand a rematch.” He sat back down still sporting a
ridiculous grin as he went back through the Mario Kart menu to start up another
“I never realized how much you enjoyed the pain and
humiliation of losing, time and time again.” He said as he glanced over at you
to watch you apply the lip balm, his attention suddenly drawn away from the
“Is that new? I don’t recognize the color.” He asked.
“What? Oh, yeah. It’s tropical blend.” You didn’t really pay
him much attention as you finished up applying the lip balm. He stared at you,
both amused and a little entranced by your simple act. Suddenly, as you were
just about to put the lid back on, you felt your wrist pulled away from your
face, and Mingyu swooped down to press his lips to your own. You were a little
shocked, but soon melded right into the kiss, which lasted only a couple of
seconds. He pulled back with a proud smirk on his face and looked from your
lips to your eyes while his face stayed no more than a couple inches from your
“I like it.” He gave you a quirk of the corner of his mouth
and then went back to the game like nothing happened, the only evidence of the
event but the surprised look on your face and the smirk that remained plastered
“(Y/N)” you heard Shawn whine from the doorway. “What?” you whined back. You highlighted certain words within the small paragraph in your history textbook. You were going over sections that were going to be in the exam. “It’s a Friday” he said, sounding like a child. “So,” you replied. “You know my test is on Monday.” Without looking up from your book, you felt Shawn sit down on the side of the bed making it sink slightly. “But I want to hang out with you, I feel like I’ve hardly seen you these past couple of days.” You sighed, placing your pen on the book and looking over your shoulder. “Shawn, please” you said in a serious tone. “You know how stressed out I’ve been over this exam. I want to do this so I can relax when it’s finally over.” You quickly turned your back to Shawn, returning to your book. “I can help you relax,” you heard Shawn say quietly. “Not now,” you said shaking your head. A few seconds later you felt Shawn stand up from the bed. You questioned how he felt, worrying that you had been a little harsh towards him. You tapped the pen against the page, debating what to do.
Your heart skipped a beat when you heard Shawn pull open the drawer in his bedside table, knowing exactly what he was grabbing. You tried not to show your reaction as he plugged the device in and heard the switch. You delicately picked up the bottom corner of the page, about to turn it slowly as you felt the vibrating sensation slowly start from your heel and up to the back of your knee. You slammed your hand down in the book, hoping Shawn hadn’t noticed the immediate effect he was creating. But he had because the pressure of the device pressed further against your skin, making you feel the vibration travel amongst your increasing pulse. A gasp escaped your parted lips as Shawn reached your thigh, his spare hand parting your legs even more.
As the device moved towards your heat, you felt Shawns’ hand cupping the tip, meaning his fingers graced against your core as the device rubbed over your ass before retrieving to the top of your thigh. He repeated the same movement a couple more times, the feeling of his hand glide across your core sending shivers down your spine. You let out a deep moan when he did the same thing, but this time much slower as the tip of his fingers moved under the rim of your underwear, getting ever closer to your wet heat. You heard Shawn let out a low chuckle as he repeated it at the new found speed. “You like that baby?” he asked, in a raspy voice. You licked your lips with your eyes closed, nodding as you said “Mhmmmm.” You felt Shawns’ hand grip onto your inner thigh, pulling it back slightly before the tip of the device struck your core. You let out a groan as you placed your head face down in your book. You felt Shawn pull the sides of your underwear over your ass, making it bunch up as if it were a thong. He pinched it tightly, to add to the impact of force against your heat. “How about this?” he asked in a low tone, as he held your underwear in place with one hand and rubbed the tip up and down with the other. “Fuck Shawn,” you sighed, biting on your lower lip, letting the sensation consume you.
Your hips bucked up every time the tip of the device grazed over your weak spot, letting out a gasp as it did. Shawns’ hand that rested on your ass felt heavier as it pushed deeper against your skin, whilst Shawn sat himself between your legs. You let out a throaty moan as he pressed the device against your sweet spot, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. His free hand massaged your ass, feeling it roam under your underwear. You hummed along with the sound of vibration, as your core became soaked. “Is this all for me?” Shawn asked with a smirk. Shawn kept the device pressed against your soaking core as he pulled your underwear down revealing your ass. You gasped at the sting that came from Shawn slapping your bare skin. “Who made you this wet?” Shawn said through gritted teeth before slapping you again. “Tell me who made you feel this way baby,” he said as he pressed the device even further into your core. Just as you opened your mouth to answer, he started making your ass shake by flicking it with his fingers, adding to the growing sensation you already felt. You moaned before you bit down on your thumb, not wanting to admit that Shawn had won. Suddenly Shawn grabbed your ponytail and tugged on it, pulling your head up from your book. You sighed at the slight discomfort. “Tell me who,” he hissed, giving a small tug on your hair. “You daddy,” you gasped. As soon as the words left your lips, you heard Shawn moan before letting go of your hair and removing the device from your dripping core.
He placed his hands on your waist and turned you over. He removed your underwear before pushing your legs apart, taking the device in one of his hands again. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to prepare for the sensation your core was throbbing for. You arched your back slightly as the device pressed against your bare heat. You glanced down at Shawn as he watched what he was doing to you, licking his lips as he stared. His hand moved up your thigh, across your stomach and stopping as it reached your left breast. His fingers went straight for the nipple which was already hard. He smirked, looking you in the eye briefly, pleased with what he had achieved. He pinched it a few times, causing you to turn your head to the side and gasp. He then cupped your breast in his huge hand and started massaging it whilst pressing the device further into your core. You let out a groan as you finally felt it move inside you. As you looked down at Shawn, feeling yourself approach your high, you noticed him watch as he bit hard on his lower lip. Without thinking, you moved one of your hands down your stomach and stopping at your clit. You began to rub yourself with your thumb, wanting to add to the approaching high. You let out a quiet moan as your body fell numb, the sensation burning up from inside. You began to move your hand away before Shawns’ spare hand grabbed it and moved it back, “That was the hottest thing ever,” he sighed. “Do it again.” Without hesitation you placed your thumb back to your clit and felt the device move in the same circular motion, bringing you so close to the edge. “Shawn, I’m…” you sighed.
He removed the device, placing it beside you. You stopped your hand and looked at him as he lowered himself between your legs, wrapping his arms under your legs. You let out a slight scream as his wide tongue pressed against your walls, the tip making it’s way right to the core. Shawn’ thumb replaced yours, and began to move quickly against your clit. You let out several groans before you felt yourself come undone. Shawns’ fingers dug into your thighs as you felt him clean you up. He left a tender kiss against your sensitive heat before placing another against your lips. “I hate you,” you sighed, trying not to smile at him as he laid by your side. “No you don’t,” he smirked, a proud look on his face as he closed your text book and threw it to the floor. Then he faced you again, grabbing your waist and pulling you under him. He towered over you before pressing his lips against yours as your hands already found their way to his boxers.
[this is my first ever attempt at ‘smut’ so i apologise]
Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is Grant gustins girlfriend and Dylan obriens twin sister and she plays Supergirl and at comicon when the Supergirl cast and Grant are promoting the crossover with the flash and plays a prank on the reader and Grant and they end up shouting “DYLAN!” At the same time
Notes: So, I hope this is what you’re looking for, I added a lot of Grant x reader stuff in the middle with the hotel and all that, just because I felt like it and it worked well in there, I think (hope). Plus, I just really like this gif and it looks like something that would happen before the panel started in the fic so…Anyways, I hope you like it! :)
Summary: Bucky and the reader are madly in love but they are both unaware of the other’s feelings
A/N: I’d really enjoy some Steve x reader prompts if you guys have any ideas! I’ve been meaning to write some Steve but have yet to stumble upon any inspiration! My requests are cleared out so I would be able to get it out really quick. I’m thinking that there are going to be 1 or 2 more parts to this series! Leave some feedback if you’d like :)
Bucky had been avoiding you for two weeks now. He hadn’t allowed himself to be in the same room as you for more than 10 seconds before he thought of some bullshit excuse and bolted. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him like crazy.
A week ago you had a mild nightmare and went to see if Bucky was awake, only to find his door locked. He obviously expected to hear the worst from you, so he would rather just not hear anything at all. If only he knew that you had been pining after him for years.
You were being driven mad from being separated from not only your crush, but your best friend as well. Your texts and calls were never returned by him and he barely even looked at you. There had to be a way to make him hear what you had to say, and you were going to find out what that way was.
“Hey Steve, is Bucky around?” You questioned nonchalantly.
“I think he went out for a run with Sam, why?” Steve quirked an eyebrow at you. He knew that something had happened between the two of you but Bucky wouldn’t spill.
“I need your help” you stated and looked at him with pleading eyes.
“With what? I’ll do anything I can” Steve suddenly seemed concerned. This was obviously bothering you.
“Okay- I- well I’ve basically I’ve been in love with Bucky since well, forever and a few weeks ago he took me to the botanical gardens. We were sitting down and he told me that he loved me when he thought I was asleep but I wasn’t and I heard him. I was shocked just like any reasonable person would be. He ran off before I could say anything to him and now he’s been avoiding me like that plague. I need you to get him to talk to me. But please don’t tell him that I love him. I need to be the one to do that” you rushed out. The words came so fast that you were winded by the end of your speech. Steve’s face held surprise but also a shocking amount of happiness.
“So that’s what’s been going on? I knew something was up. Bucky has always been in love with you and of course I knew, but it wasn’t my place to tell anyone. And you love him back! You guys were practically made for each other. Everyone has always said that you guys would get together eventually. Speaking of, Tony owes me some money. He said that Bucky didn’t have the balls to tell you. I can’t wait to see the look on his face-” you cut him off.
“Wait so everyone knew except for me?” You were shocked
“Yeah basically, he was pretty obvious about it too. Always staring and talking about you when you weren’t around” Steve chuckled. Your heart warmed from Steve’s words.
“So will you help me?”
“Of course I will! Whatever you need, I’m on it” Steve smiled, clearly happy to be involved in uniting two people meant for each other. It was just a bonus that they were some of his best friends.
Just then Bucky stumbled into the kitchen and spotted you immediately. His body went stiff and he headed for the fridge. He grabbed a bottle of water and then muttered something about having to take a shower. Before you could blink, he was gone again.
“Did you see that? He’s been driving me mad!” You huffed to Steve.
“He’s been super irritable lately and now it all makes sense. Let me go talk to him. I’ll be right back, wait one sec” Steve said and then jogged down the hallway towards Bucky’s room. While waiting for him you popped a hot pocket in the microwave. Hot pockets always helped to ease your stress.
I couldn’t help looking at her. I tried to but she just draws my attention every time I’m in a room with her. After dragging my eyes away from her I did what I had been doing for the past few weeks. I ran.
My hands were in my hair as I paced back and forth in my bedroom. All I wanted to do was talk to her, but how could I? I should never had said anything. Being in her presence should’ve been enough for me, but I had to go and ruin everything by running my mouth while I thought she was asleep. I heard my door open and twisted my head to see who it was. Steve.
“Bucky, Y/N told me what happened” my blood ran cold and I started to stutter.
“What do you mean? Nothing happened” I stammered.
“Come on Bucky. You should really talk to her. You can’t run from her forever.” I could sure as hell try “The both of you live on the same floor for god’s sake” Steve stated firmly. He was giving me his disappointed dad face. I hated that face.
“It’s not that simple. I can’t just talk to her, and even if I did, what would I say?”
“Well, for one, you could tell her that you love her when you know she’ll be listening, and after that you could take her dancing or something. You know how much she loves when you show her how to dance like we used to” Steve smirked obviously proud of his smart ass response. My hands flew back to my hair and I sunk down onto my bed.
“Steve, I can’t just tell her that I love her-”
“It’s not like she doesn’t already know, Buck. Trust me on this one. You know you need to talk to her” Steve began to plead with me.
“Dammit Steve you’re right. Of course I need to talk to her, it’s not like I could live without her. It’s just I- well- I can’t. I can’t do it”
“It’s okay Buck, I’m not gonna make you. I’ll leave you alone for now, but hows about you meet me in the gym to train at 8:00? It’ll help you blow off some steam” Steve said and placed a hand on my shoulder before shooting me one last smile and leaving the room.
Just as you were about to bite down on your hot pocket Steve jogged back into the kitchen. You looked up at him and his face held a proud smirk.
“I’ve got everything covered. Just be down in the gym at 8:00”
Some guy just came in to the store where I work and he stayed really close to the doors and kept eyeing where I was every now and then probably thinking I didn’t notice. Then suddenly he grabbed some incense from the table right in front of the doors and bolted out with a smirk on his face. He looked really proud of himself, especially since I wasn’t running after him and he knew he got away with it. Way to go dude, you just stole some free samples.
I would like to request a one shot in which the main character is in her late twenties and has absolutely no dating experience. She’s interested in someone, but is terrified to make a move because she’s afraid her inexperience is unattractive and “obviously” there’s something wrong with her if she’s been alone for so long. Pairing is up to you! Any fandom/character is fine. <3
My choice!? Wee hee! I hope you enjoy this pairing between the reader described above and…Gibbs! I hope my NCIS readers enjoy this one. Here it is, comin’ ‘atcha!
It didn’t bother you that no one on your team knew about your birthday. You had only been a part of NCIS for a few months, and ever since you turned 21 you had stopped counting.
None of them are important once you can drink, right?
Scrawling out some paperwork on your desk, your eyes zoning in on your pen flying across the paper, you hear the world zoom past you as Ducky comes and goes, Abby and McGee go to and from lunch, and DiNozzo throws some random questions at you, to which you respond with a curt “yes” or “no.”
Gibbs was pretty silent, but he was your boss.
You didn’t expect much from the functional mute.
But then, as Abby was attempting girl-like conversation with the only other woman on the team, you whip your gaze up at her as her words grace your ears:
“Got a hot date for your birthday weekend?”
“Wait…birthday?” McGee asks, looking around his computer as your eyes lock hard onto Abby’s stare.
“Or…or maybe just plans, in general?” she stumbles on herself.
“How come you didn’t tell us it was your birthday, Probie?” DiNozzo asks as he leans back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head.
And that’s when you felt it.
Your boss slowly turn his head to look at you.
You saw the movement out of the corner of your eye, but you were so intent on attempting to communicate with Abby via your screaming mind that you didn’t realize you were gripping your pen so hard.
It wasn’t until you heard the hollow plastic pop that you jumped in your seat, looking down at your hands as you drop the broken pen onto your desk.
You felt like a sore thumb.
You hated feeling like a sore thumb.
“Y/N…are you alright?” Abby asks as she looks upon you in genuine concern.
“Uh…n-…no plans. No-…no hot date. Just a weekend in, with pajamas and some movies,” you answer, trying to catch your breath after realizing you were holding it.
And Gibbs’ eyes were still on you, his body cocking lightly as his eyes began to look you up and down…registering your posture and your deeply flushed cheeks.
You wondered if he knew it was from embarrassment.
“Well, maybe, if you want…you and I could go do something,” Abby offers.
“Uh, I-…I don’t have your number, I don’t think,” you say, closing your eyes as you finally rip your gaze away from the pen and look back up at your colleague.
“Easily remedied!” she says, brushing the broken pen awkwardly out of the way as she pulls a pencil from one of her pigtails.
“Gimme a call tomorrow. We can figure out what to do and when to do it,” she smiles, sliding the piece of paper in your direction as you look down at it, seeing her name and number scrawled on it as you plaster a smile on your face.
“Thanks. I’ll uh, hold on to this,” you say, taking the paper in your fingers and slipping it into your pants pocket.
Today really needed to be over.
Looking over at the clock on the wall, you exhale when you see that the clock has just turned over to five.
“Any cases come in, sir?” you ask, turning your head towards Gibbs as his stare locks with yours.
You were praying your cheeks weren’t still flushed.
“Nope” he says, cocking his head lightly as he looks back over to his computer.
“Alright. Well, I’m taking this paperwork up to Director Vance before heading home. Anyone wanna add theirs to the stack?” you ask as you hold out your hand.
“Thanks, birthday girl,” DiNozzo enunciates as he plops his folders down into your offered hand.
“Why didn’t you tell us it was your birthday?” McGee asks again as he gets up from his chair, putting his few files on top as you walk beside him, heading for the stairs as you begin to ascend them, one by one.
“Haven’t celebrated since I turned 21. No point after you can drink,” you smirk, trying to stomach the conversation as you hear Gibbs’ voice pipe up from his desk.
“Not even with a boyfriend?” he asks, slowly panning his head back to you as you stop in your tracks, clenching your jaw as you feel something akin to annoyance bubble in the pit of your stomach.
But before you could quip back, Tony starts in.
“Don’t worry. Birthdays with girlfriends are overrated. They expect gifts and dinners and roses. They drop hints about what they want because they think you’re listening. And then they wanna plan your own down to the second! I mean, it’s my birthday! What if I don’t want to make a day-trip to the beach!?”
“Sounds like you’ve had your fair share of stolen days,” McGee smirks as the two of them walk towards the elevator.
You were glad they had stolen the conversation.
But it hadn’t pulled Gibbs’ stare from you as you walk up the rest of the way towards Vance’s office, disappearing for a few minutes before making your way back to your desk.
It wasn’t until you reached for your purse that you realized Gibbs’ was no longer there.
At least you got to see him on your birthday.
Sighing lightly to yourself as you shuffle quickly for the elevator, you press the button as the doors whoosh open, stepping in before hearing someone quickly step in behind you.
“Parking garage?” Gibbs asks as he reaches over your chest, your heart-rate picking up at the scent of his rugged cologne as he presses the button, causing the doors to close as you nod lightly.
“Thanks, sir,” you say meekly.
“No ‘sir’,” he says as he stands beside you, his hands clasped behind his back.
The upticked sentiment made him smirk.
Riding a couple of levels down, you go to dig around in your purse, looking for something to suck on as your stomach begins to growl lightly.
“Sorry,” you breathe as you rummage through your purse, “I forgot to-”
But the elevator lights dimmed as the cage roared to a stop, caused you to whip your gaze up.
Gibbs had stopped the elevator.
You had heard about these incidents. Rumors in the office whenever he wanted to lay into someone, or reprimand them for a bad decision.
Your mind started to whirl with what you had done wrong.
“Sir…I mean, um…boss, i-i-if this is about-”
“Happy birthday,” Gibbs says, the tone in his voice softer than you had ever heard before as you finally lift your eyes and turn your head to meet his.
And that’s when you saw him holding a little wrapped box in his hand.
Furrowing your brow as you drop your purse, you take the small box from him as you turn it in your fingers, your eyes looking back up at him as his proud smirk slowly softens into a warm grin.
“Go on,” he presses.
Sliding the top off as you peer inside, you reach your fingers in as you pull out the square white box, your eyes flickering up towards Gibbs’ as he watches your every move.
You felt your heart-rate picking up faster and faster as your trembling fingers went to slide the other top of the white box open.
And as you peered inside of that one, your fingertips dipped in as they removed the shiny, silver locket from its cage.
Looking back up at Gibbs as his eyes begin to sparkle behind his aged irises, you allow the shining chain to dangle and swing as your nail unhinges the locket, the heart-shape beauty swinging open to reveal not a picture, but a phrase.
“Rule #51?” you read aloud, your head craning back as your eyes find Gibbs’.
“I-I-I don’t think I’ve heard that one yet,” you admit.
“Sometimes you’re wrong,” Gibbs says lowly.
What an odd thing to put in a locket.
And the confusion must have been apparent on your face, because the beauty of Jethro’s chuckle caressed your ears in that darkened elevator.
“It’s a reminder,“ he says.
“Of what?” you ask breathlessly.
“That inexperience doesn’t mean lack of talent.”
You felt your eyes widen as your neck begins to turn crimson.
He was addressing your lack of experience with men.
“But it’s also for me,” he adds.
“For you?” you question as you raise your gaze back to your boss, “A reminder in a locket that you give to someone…for you?”
“Yes,” he says through his throaty chuckle.
You could have sworn he had gotten closer to you as your neck begins to ache.
And just as if he had read your mind, you catch a movement out of the corner of your eye before feeling his rugged palm smooth out around the back of your neck, cradling your head at its base as his eyes dance in between yours.
“Wh-…what’s your reminder?” you breathe.
“That sometimes rules can be broken,” Gibbs murmurs.
You could feel his breath on your face as a tear surprised you, spawning and rolling down your cheek before you could catch it.
And your eyes fluttered closed when Gibbs swiped his thumb over your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he wiped your lonely tear away.
“Kiss me,” you whisper, almost inaudibly, as your gut begins to churn and your knees begin to tremble.
And as if the gods above were beckoning your every word, you feel your boss press his lips to yours, his hands cradling your neck and face as your lips move in tandem with his, gliding and massaging as his coffee-laced breath fills your nostrils.
You wanted to breathe in all of him while simultaneously sinking into his body.
Feeling him pull back from you, you find yourself sinking back down onto your feet as your eyes flutter open, your vision meeting with the softly etched face of Jethro Gibbs.
The boss you just kissed.
“That was my first,” you blurt out, your eyes widening as you curl your lips back into your mouth.
The grin on Gibbs’ face was timeless as grasps your shoulder, beckoning you to turn around as he takes the necklace from your hand.
“Nothin’ wrong with that,” he smirks.
“At 28? Yeah, I’d say there’s everything wrong with that,” you snicker.
Feeling him drape the chain around your neck, you bundle your hair in your hand as his fingers work diligently to clasp the gift around your neck as the glistening heart locket that you snap back together falls just above your cleavage.
“No,” he says more sternly as he grasps your shoulders, turning you back towards him as he locks his gaze hard with yours, “there’s not.”
“I’ve never done this before, Gibbs,” you say, shaking your head slowly side to side as he reaches behind you, switching the elevator on as it roars back to life before jolting to move once more.
“Neither have I,” he states.
“You’ve had relationships,” you muse as you roll your eyes.
“Never with a younger woman.”
“Does that make you uncomfortable?” you ask meekly, casting your gaze downward as you reach for the purse at your feet.
“Long as you don’t mind datin’ an old man,” Gibbs counters as his arms hang at his sides.
“You’re not old, Gibbs,” you say as you roll your eyes over to him.
“Jethro,” he corrects.
“Out of work, it’s Jethro,” he states.
The correction made you grin.
As the elevator doors open to the parking garage, you feel his hand on the small of your back as he ushers you out of the cage, walking you to your car as your hand digs for your keys in your purse.
“Thank you,” you say as you turn to him, your keys dangling from your hand as you look up at him, “for the present.”
“You’re welcome,” he smiles.
It was the first time you had seen him genuinely smile since you started your job.
And it was because of you.
“Well, I should uh…get home,” you say as you unlock your car door.
“Mhm,” Jethro hums, bending down and giving you a lingering, warm kiss on your cheek.
“I’ll uh…see you soon?” you ask hopefully.
“Yep,” he grins, turning his back as you turn around to open your car door.
“Oh, and Y/N?” he asks, causing you to whip your head around to him as he stands in the middle of the garage.
“When you call Abby tomorrow, tell her you aren’t free Sunday,” he says.
And the smile that ricocheted across your cheeks was blinding.
“Will do, Jethro,” you call back to him.
“Good,” he nods, turning his back to you and walking towards the elevator.
You had to reach for the locket around your neck to make sure you were still grounded to reality.
Could you please do a fic based on "sh. Stop fussing I'm just braiding your hair" for Sebastian? Thank you!
You sit cross-legged on Sebastian’s bed as he sits at his desks, your backs facing each other. You’re both doing schoolwork, and decided that it was easier to focus if you couldn’t see each other. And yes, that decision came from quite a few make-out sessions when you were supposed to be studying.
You turn the page in your book, starting to take notes. You hear Sebastian close his textbook and notebook, sliding them to the corner of his desk. You feel his eyes on you as he turns his chair, skimming over your back as you hunch over your book, glancing at your hair as it falls over your shoulder and you tuck it behind your ear, and finally resting on the strip of skin on your lower back exposed by the hem of your shirt riding up.
You hear him get up and start walking, and feel the dip in the bed behind you as he sits down. He sighs as he looks over your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and swaying you slightly. He dips his head to kiss your neck and near your ear, and you tilt your head to give him better access.
“Mm…see, this is why we can’t study together.” You comment, and Sebastian stops, kissing your cheek one last time before removing his arms, bringing your hair behind your back and away from your face.
“Fine, I won’t bother you.” He concedes, staying behind you and watching you work. Eventually, he gets bored and starts playing with your shirt, twirling the fabric around his finger.
“You know, this would look much better on my floor.” He whispers in your ear with a joking smile, and you swat his hands away with a smile and a laugh.
“Stop! I’m trying to work!” You try to reprimand him, but your laugh deceives you. You turn your head to look at him, and he kisses you, his arms wrapping around you once again.
You pull back after a minute with a smile, and turn back to your work. Sebastian sighs and rolls his eyes, just wanting your attention. After another minute of watching you work again, he starts playing with your hair. He starts by moving the ends around your back a little, picking it up and feeling the softness of it before dropping it. You smile to yourself, enjoying the feeling of his long fingers tangled in your hair.
He moves his fingers up to the top of your head, sliding his fingers along your hair like a brush and pulling it back. He swiftly uses his nails to separate the hair on your crown, combing his fingers through it and smoothing it. He separates the piece into three smaller ones, and begins crossing them over each other.
“What are you doing?” You turn your head abruptly, making him lose his grip. You comb your fingers through your hair, smoothing it back down.
“Sh. Stop fussing, I’m just braiding your hair.” He assures you.
“You know how to braid?” You ask him, a smirk playing on your face.
“Of course I do! It makes all the girls swoon.” He jokes, before leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. “But I only want to make you swoon. So, may I?” He asks, and you smile, turning your head back to your work and moving your hair behind your back again, giving him access.
He starts to work with your hair again, separating and braiding it with gentle fingers. You both finish your work simultaneously a few minutes later, and Sebastian brings you over to the mirror, holding a small one up behind you so you can see the braid. You turn and look up at him, and see a proud smirk on his lips, which you go up on your tiptoes to kiss.
“I have officially swooned.” He winks, and turns you back to face the mirror, and wraps his arms around your shoulders again.
//The world was moving too fast around him. Everything was a blur, nothing seemed to slow down. Nothing but the numbers, those damn numbers nobody but him seemed to care about. He looked around frantically, searching for a sign, something he could hold on to. The world started to turn. His head was spinning almost as fast as his heart was thumping. It was making him dizzy and confused. He was lost. His whole life he’d waited for this time to come. Everything revolved around now, each moment for this countdown to finally reach its end.
Like every morning for the past few months, Soonyoung was woken up by some kind of screeching and a loud voice singing horribly off-key, and like every morning for the past few months, he wondered why he’d chosen the two loudest people on Earth as his roommates. Burying his face under his pillow, he tried to drown out the screaming of his two friends, but in vain. He was so focused on trying to ignore the noise that he didn’t notice it coming closer to his room.
To say he was surprised when the pillow and blankets were snatched from him was an understatement. Soonyoung was startled so badly he rolled a few times and fell off his bed. He landed on the cold wooden floor with a loud thump, his two friends laughing at him.
“Yah!” He exclaimed. “What is this about? Can’t someone get a little sleep in this apartment?”
Seokmin and Seungkwan, his roommates, shared a knowing look and came to their friend’s rescue on the floor. They both grabbed a side and lifted him up to his feet.
“Do you know what day it is, hyung?” Seokmin, who was standing on his left, asked.
When Soonyoung only shot him a dirty look, the younger glanced down without saying a word. His gaze fell on his friend’s wrist, where only a few hours were left on the countdown. Upon realisation that it was the day, the older started freaking out, running around his room in a frenzy.
“Is it today already? Shoot, why didn’t you guys wake me earlier? I need to shower and eat and choose something to wear and do my hair and oh god I’m going to be late to my meeting with my soulmate kill me now please.” Soonyoung looked at his friends, the most panicked look on his face; sweat was already drenching the roots of his hair, his breathing was uneven, his hands were shaking so much he couldn’t pick up his sheets. “What am I supposed to do? Guys I can’t do this.”
“Don’t look at me, I haven’t met my soulmate.” Seokmin shrugged him off, but still looked a bit worried.
Soonyoung then turned to Seungkwan, practically begging with his eyes. The youngest of the three boys rolled his eyes, and grabbed his friend by the wrist. “As if I wasn’t already prepared for this,” he said.
The red haired boy then proceeded to get Soonyoung ready for the day. He all but shoved him in the shower, styled his blonde hair in something that was less moppy than usual - even refused to let him wear a headband - and cladded him in dark washed jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
“You look so good, hyung!” The eldest surprised himself by thinking the same thing when he saw himself in the mirror. Seungkwan really had done a good job. His hair was mostly in place, instead of flying off in all directions, and the dark clothing made him appear a bit older, more mature. He stared at his reflection for a while, still a bit awestruck at his appearance. Then it him again. He was gonna meet his soulmate. In 0000d 01h 16m 33s, to be exact, and he wasn’t ready. So he was physically ready, okay; but mentally, he was still sweating and shaking and screaming and everything else you could think of.
He turned to his friends; the youngest sported a proud smirk, looking over his work. “So what now? I don’t have much time left.”
“Now you get out of here,” was Seungkwan’s answer. “You’re not gonna meet your soulmate by crying in this appartment forever.”
Seokmin playfully bumped his younger friend’s shoulder. “Nah, hiding and crying is more your type, isn’t it?”
Even though the comment caused quite the reaction from Seungkwan - he hadn’t been hiding and crying, he was just a very emotional person, excuse you - it at least made Soonyoung chuckle a little. He even let out a quiet snort at his friend’s offended “Yah!! Don’t be so rude!” when Seokmin reminded him that he’d been lucky his soulmate had been a cute pizza delivery person, or else he never would’ve met them.
“BESIDES,” the red haired 18 year-old interrupted, “you have to go pick up the flowers I ordered for you at this shop in town. They’re supposed to be ready, and Jun paid for them yesterday. You’re all set.”
With that, he threw Soonyoung out the door, a smiling Seokmin cheering him on from the living room. The blonde young man didn’t really have a choice; he had to go out and find his soulmate. Instead of waiting for the elevator, he decided to take the three flights of stairs that lead to his floor, trying to let out a little of his nervousness by running down. As soon as he stepped out in the street, Soonyoung realized he didn’t even know where to go to get his flowers.
He knew perfectly well he couldn’t go through the next two hours alone, so he decided to call Jun, and at the same time get the location of the flower shop out of him. On the third ring, someone picked up the call. “Hello?” The voice was soft.
“Hi ‘Hao. How are you?”
“I’m good, how about you, hyung?”
“Could be better…”
“It’s your big day, isn’t it? Want me to get Jun on the phone? He’s sleeping right now but I can wake him up.”
“If you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. He’ll be up in a sec.”
Soonyoung simply nodded, knowing very well Minghao had probably already set the phone on the table. He liked the younger boy a lot. He’d been very worried about Jun for the weeks preceding the meeting of his soulmate. He’d been a real nervous wreck, as if his long speeches as a kindergartner had never existed; he barely ate, went to bed and got up at ungodly hours, and practically spent 10 hours everyday at the dance studio his team practiced at.
It hadn’t helped that his team was holding auditions for a new member the day he was supposed to meet his soulmate. He’d refused to look at the resumes, as he didn’t think it would be fair or okay in any way to know his soulmate’s name before knowing them. Of course, he also didn’t want to freak out while asking himself which of the three people was his soulmate. All in all, it had gone well and he’d ended up with a great soulmate.
Soonyoung’s train of thoughts was interrupted by a loud yelp coming from the other side of the call. “Yah!!” He heard Jun yell. “That hurt! Why’d you pinch me?” He heard a soft chuckle come from Minghao and smiled.
No matter how sweet the younger Chinese boy seemed, he’d always been a little savage when it came to Jun. “I’ve been talking to you and poking you for a minute and you wouldn’t wake up! Next time, do you want me to play a baroque playlist and cover you in feathers instead, princess?”
“Okay, okay, no need to be so rude. Why did you wake me at this hour anyway?”
“Soonyoung-hyung’s on the phone.”
Minghao didn’t need to say more. Barely a few seconds later, the blonde boy was greeted by his friend. “Heya Soonyoungie! It’s your big day, isn’t it? How are you? How much time do you have left? Have you at least showered? I hope Seungkwan and Seokmin dragged you out of bed, because if I remember correctly, you have less than an hour until yo- ow! why’d you hit me?” The last question wasn’t addressed at Soonyoung, but probably at Minghao, who had most likely elbowed or slapped his boyfriend on the shoulder for asking so many questions.
“Yeah, I’m up. I’m actually outside right now. Seungkwan told me he ordered flowers for me and that you paid for them, but he didn’t tell me where to go.”
He heard his friend sigh on the other side. “That boy…” Jun murmured to himself. “Okay well it’s the flower shop ran by those really cute boys we knew back in high school. You know, close to that ramyun shop you like so much? Do you know which one I’m talking about?”
“Mmh.” Soonyoung hummed in agreement. “It’s on the fourth line, I think?”
“Yeah, that one. We gave your name, too, so no worrying. You just have to go there and pick them up and you’re all set.”
“Okay, thanks.” The Korean boy went silent, but didn’t hang up, and neither did his friend. “Will you stay on the phone with me?” he asked after a few seconds. He probably wouldn’t have asked if it hadn’t been Jun, but the Chinese boy knew how much his friend had once been terrified of meeting his soulmate. Now, he was just nervous, but he still didn’t want to spend those next two hours by himself.
“Of course, Soonyoung.” Jun agreed immediately. “You know I’m always there for you. I’m not gonna baby you, but you still have a little while to wait, so I’ll keep you company.”
“Thank you, Junhui.”
With the location now in mind, Soonyoung started to walk towards the nearest metro station. He’d have to transfer once, so he better get a move on if he didn’t want to be too tight on time. The trains was about as capacious as it usually was on a wednesday morning, past the rush hour. It took him approximately 45 minutes to get to his subway, which meant he had less than a half hour left on the counter.
He stepped out into the harsh light of the day; the sun had risen higher while he’d been underground. The blonde boy raised a hand above his eyes to protect them.
“Should I go left or right?” He asked Jun, who was still patiently waiting on the phone with the younger boy.
“It doesn’t really matter, but you can go right, then take the first alley to your left, and then left again on the street that’s parallel to the one you’re on right now.”
“Okay, got you.” Soonyoung followed his friend’s instructions, still chatting to him about various things. He felt a lot more calm now that he’d talked to his childhood friend. “So who are these cute boys you were talking about? Did I know them when we were in high school?”
“Well Park Jinwoo was in our year, though he didn’t hang out with us much. He’s gone blonde now and it suits him really well. He hasn’t grown much, though, when you think about it…” The Korean chuckled, knowing it probably meant he was about his own height. Jun liked reminding him of his height superiority a bit too often. “The other one is Lee Dongmin. He’s a year younger and has been a friend of Jinwoo since middle school. That one is really dreamy. He was friends with Seokmin, I think.”
While Junhui was rambling about cute boys at their high school, Soonyoung was walking towards the flower shop. He still couldn’t see it, and he was being pushed around by people that were apparently all more in a rush than him. Even though he was trying to go as fast as he could, he felt like he wasn’t going forward at all. How come so many people were out at this hour on a weekday? Didn’t they have anything better to do?
The blonde boy soon started to panic again, glancing at his clock every other second, feeling like the minutes were slipping through his fingers and out of his grasp. He ran in the shop when he finally reached its door, and looked around frantically. He spotted a counter at the back, behind the alleys of flowers, and stalked towards it, Junhui still rambling in his ear, and all but smashed the little bell that was sitting on the countertop.
“Yeah, coming! Just a minute!” a voice called from the back room.
“I don’t really have a minute… Junhui could you shut up for a second? I’m at the shop right now and I have 3 minutes left and the damn person isn’t at their counter, I’m gonna lose my mind.”
“How long do you have left on your clock?”
“0000d 00h 02m 47s, do you want me to count down too? Dammit Jun I need my flowers now and the person is in the backstore.”
“Well, like I told you, I’m not gonna baby you, so good luck, I’ll talk to you later.” And with that, the Chinese boy hung up the phone.
“What? No, wait! Jun I-” When he realized his friend had actually hung up on him, Soonyoung shoved his phone angrily in his pocket and bumped his head on the counter.
The boy straightened up as soon as he heard a voice calling his name, and fell face to face with his former classmate, Jinwoo. The other blonde boy was already holding a full bouquet; it was a mix of spring flowers, all in warm colors. He held it out to Soonyoung, a wide smile on his face, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. “Good luck.” The last thing on his mind before he grabbed the flowers and bolted out the door was that blonde really did suit him well.
As soon as he stepped outside, the boy was surrounded by people going in all direction, passing him by as if he was a nuisance, as if he wasn’t about to live the most important moment in his life. Trying to make it through the crowd to a spot further down the street, Soonyoung clutched the flowers to his chest with his right hand a held up his left wrist up to eye level.
0000d 00h 01m 43s.
He started going faster, trying to shove people out of the way, but the crowd only seemed tighter, the faces were passing him so fast he couldn’t properly see any. He felt his breathing becoming ragged and his heart hammering in his chest; sweat was pooling on his temples and palms. He wasn’t even looking where he was going anymore, eyes glued to his clock.
0000d 00h 00m 37s.
That was it. He was about to meet his soulmate. He thought he’d been ready, with Jun’s speech about being himself and not worrying too much and Wonwoo’s confidence that it was meant to be, but he wasn’t.
Finally reaching a spot where the crowd was less dense, he started turning and walking around, searching for a sign, for something he could hold on to. Everything was moving too fast for him to follow. He started to wonder if it was the world that was turning or if his head just was spinning that fast. In his frenzy, he couldn’t even see properly; every sign and face was just a messy blur.
0000d 00h 00m 02s.
Soonyoung did a full spin, in the last hope that he’d see his soulmate before it was time, even though he knew that was not how the clock worked. In his haste, he didn’t see the person coming his way, and bumped into them with his shoulder, sending their cup of coffee flying.
“OH I’M SORRY I DIDN’T SEE YOU I’M SO SO-” As he hastily bent down to apologize to whoever he’d hit, extending his hand in front of him, the boy saw that his countdown had finally reached its end.
It was completely dark outside when you woke up on Steve’s
couch. The last thing you remembered was Bucky trying to tickle your feet as
Sam made fun of Steve and Sharon. Sitting up, you pulled the blanket off you
and looked around. (Where the hell did this blanket come from?)
Bucky was standing in the kitchen with his back to you. The
couch creaked a little as you shifted forward which had Bucky turning around, spatula
in his hand and a tiny piece of batter on his face
“Hey sleepy head, you hungry?” The sound of your stomach
grumbling had him laughing at you. He put the pancakes onto a plate and set it
aside as he finished cooking the last few ones.
“Wait, how long have I been asleep? What time is it?” You
looked around in search of a clock but of course there was none. What kind of
adult functions without a clock?!
Mkay I forgot I had this, so what better time to post Ereri than during Jearmin week right? RIGHT?!
Mpreg AU bishes
Eren blinked, the spoon in his hand pausing mid air, half staring, half gawking at his nine month old son, smiling back at him from the highchair, watching Eren innocently.
Eren shook his head a little, setting the spoon down, missing the hungry whine of the toddler.
“Toma, sweetie, say that again…?” Eren stammered, still wondering if he heard that right. The baby gurgled happily, reaching his little arms up, as he did when he wanted one of his fathers to lift him up.
“Ffffffuck.” he babbled, slurring the word a little, but still clear enough to be distinguishable.
In a daze, he picked up his son, cradling the raven haired child to his chest, rocking him a little in his arms as he squirmed, his lips set in a thin line as he stalked out the room, tracking down his husband, anger rising.
He stormed into their bedroom, still cradling Toma in his arms, glaring at the figure lying on the bed, legs crossed at the ankle, arms folded over his pale chest, laptop displaying a loading screen balanced on his knees.
He arched an eyebrow as Eren stomped in, seeing the anger and slight hysteria in his eyes. He would be concerned, if Eren wasn’t bouncing their baby in his arms.
“What’s wrong, love?” he asked calmly, scanning Eren up and down. If Eren wasn’t carrying Toma, he would probably find the aggressive stance of his very arousing, Eren’s inner power bottom coming out.
Eren growled lowly, marching in and gently laying Toma down in the bouncer, the gentle rocking lulling the baby to sleep. Eren turned to glare at Levi, arms crossed and his hip jutting out to one side. He looked pissed.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! Toma just said his first word!” Eren snapped, and Levi’s eyes widened, sitting up straighter and pushing himself off the bed, walking up to his husband, feeling excited, yet still a little unnerved as Eren’s pissed off stance didn’t change.
“Oh god, really? That’s- that’s amazing! What did he say? Was it dada? Or papa? What did he say?” Levi whispered, reaching out to Eren who just grunted, moving away from Levi’s seeking arms.
Levi frowned at the rejection, crossing his arms back across his abdomen. Eren grimaced, narrowing his eyes at Levi, steam practically coming out of his ears.
“Neither of those. But he definitely didn’t pick it up from me.” he whisper yelled, now conscious of the snoozing baby less than ten feet away.
Levi cocked his head to one side, eyes flickering over to Toma, then back to Eren curiously. Eren sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Fuck. His first word was fuck.” Eren gritted out, shooting Levi a withering look as he walked over to the draws opposite, rummaging around until he pulled out the brightly coloured baby book, grumbling as he flicked through, snatching up a pen and scribbling down the information dutifully. Its not like he would lie, but he sorely wanted to.
Levi gaped at Eren, astonished, then looked back to the sleeping baby, gurgling slightly in his sleep. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it again rapidly. Fuck. A wide grin suddenly spread across his face.
“Looks like Jean was right. The first word to come out of our child’s mouth was a profanity.” he chuckled, walking over to his simmering husband, wrapping his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, that shit-eating grin still in his face.
Eren huffed, snapping the book shut and replacing it in the draw, turning to Levi with an unimpressed look.
“I’m not giving horse-face ten bucks. That was a stupid joke. What’s not is you teaching Toma how to swear!” Eren groaned, burying his head in his hands.
He couldn’t bear it. Jean was right. Even when Armin had to scold him, he was right. How could he ever live this one down?
He groaned again, letting an amused Levi push him towards the bed, laying him down and aggressively cuddling into his side, chuckling as Eren huffed into the crook of his neck.
“I’m talking to the next one, you’re going to be their mute papa, got it?” Eren grumbled, glaring at Levi, without venom this time, a small smile on his face.
Levi blinked, his grin spreading wider. He hummed, nuzzling Eren’s cheek with a contented sigh.
“So, there’s going to be another one?” he asked pointedly, planting soft kisses along Eren’s jaw, down to his jugular, earning a small keen from Eren.
“I-if you wouldn’t mind. I want at least one child who doesn’t uses curses as seventy percent of their vocabulary.” he whispered back, closing his eyes as Levi continued to suck a dark bruise on his neck, his hands coming up to rest on Levi’s biceps. Levi chuckled against his skin, breaking away from Eren’s neck and pecking his nose, a sweet smile on his face.
“I think I’m ok with that. We get a minion each then.” he mused, laughing when Eren rolled his eyes, snuggling even further into his chest.
“I’m starting to wonder why I married you.” Eren grumbled, arching an eyebrow teasingly. Levi chuckled again, smirking as he kissed Eren’s throat.
“How about I remind you?” he purred, catching the way Eren’s breath hitched.
Just before eren could answer, a loud whine came from the baby bouncer across the room, Toma waking up with his usual cranky whimpers.
“Fuckkkkk.” he babbled, waving his arms and feet around, starting to cry, wanting one of his daddies to hold him.
Eren glared at Levi again, sighing as he untangled himself from his arms, letting Levi stand up and walk over to their son, pulling the grumpy toddler into his arms.
They looked so similar, it was startling sometimes. The only difference between them was Toma’s eyes, bright teal in contrast to Levi’s own silver orbs. Eren was sure that as he grew older, he would also probably take Eren’s height, another thing that set him aside from his father.
The thought of a his teenage son taller than his father made Eren’s lips twitch up into a smile, before scowling at Levi, as Toma babbled his new found first word again. Damn that husband of his.
“Yep. You’re definitely not allowed to talk around the next one.” Eren huffed, as Toma crawled around on the floor, small streams of profanity and ‘dada’ bubbling from his little mouth. Levi smirked as he look up from his son, half-proud, half-amused by his sons early cussing.
He glanced up as Eren stopped at the door, gently bouncing Toma on his knee as he watched Eren pull his hand from behind his back, and his breath hitched as he saw what he held.
Eren leaned against the wall, pregnancy test in one hand, watching Levi coolly as he played with their son, the silver eyes twinkling as they rested on the stick.
“You’re…” Levi murmured, eyes flickering from Eren, to the test, to Toma, before grinning widely, picking up the one year old on his lap and walking over to Eren, tilting his head up and planting a soft, tender kiss on Eren’s lips, beaming as he pulled back.
He placed his free hand on Eren’s still flat belly, thumb tracing over the skin that in a few months, would be taught and stretched, their baby growing inside.
Eren smiled at his husband, grabbing his hand and lifting it to his lips, kissing the knuckles gently, as Toma squealed and wriggled happily in Levi’s arm, oblivious to why his fathers were so happy, but picking up on it immediately.
“You have eight months to cut the cussing, or I’ll make sure the first word this little one associates with you is 'mommy’.” he warned, seemingly innocent, but Levi gulped non the less. Eren wasn’t exactly known for making empty threats.
Needless to say, Eren introduced a swear jar into the house. By the time little Aya was born, she already had over two hundred bucks saved for her. And Toma always did wonder why his baby book had a page missing.
Once he found it, it wasn’t long before he was teasing his papa for something else other than his height.
Marvelmas (7/13) - December 19 - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Words: 1450 Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader Featuring: Sam, Tony, Wanda Warnings: swearing, getting angry, tricks Marvelmas Series! Authors Note: i fucking love loki. Looks like tags still aren’t working; sorry about that, i can’t fix it, it’s all tumblr :/
Marvelmas Masterlist. Masterlist.
On your drive back to the base you were trying to work out in your head what could have happened. If someone was attacking, how would you get to your weapons in time to help? If someone was hurt, what would you be able to do?
Once you were almost back, it hit midnight. That meant you were at that party for a few hours, only to be cut off earlier than you thought it would. You were freaking out on the inside, non-stop wondering what was happening at the base. Is everyone okay? kept circling through your mind.
When the car pulled up to the base there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. There was no explosions, no fires, and no screaming. Still not knowing what happened, you rushed inside to make sure everyone was okay.
“You’re home early,” Tony called from the kitchen, “I thought you were going to be there much longer.”
You looked around the base to see nothing different than when you left, just more lights off. “Uh, we would have stayed longer, but you called me in a panic!”
“What? I never called you!” Tony pulled out his phone, “I did?”
Hello sweetheart, can I please request a fluffy Yoongi X Reader smut where he is teaching you how to give a blowjob for the very first time? Hehe sorry for ny dirty thoughts. Thanks~
Hey thank you for your request! please enjoy
~~ ADMIN Abbie
Yoongi X Reader
Follow your animal Instinct
You and your boyfriend of 9 months were laying on the couch watching some new movie he said he wanted to see. It was an action movie with some…lets say intense love scenes. You didn’t really care about seeing those scenes but for some reason….Suga was making you nervous.
You and him were cuddling of course! but his hand was slightly rubbing up and down on your upper thigh and he would sometimes draw little circles with just the tip of his finger tips. If that wasn’t bad enough you and him were in the big spoon little spoon cuddling position.
He was breathing hot breaths on the back of your neck and sometimes he would kiss your skin so lightly it made you insane. He was 100% teasing the shit out of you! Your body was reacting just the way he wanted, you couldn’t help but become wet. You tried to close your legs to stop the feeling from getting any more intense.
I mean sure! You and Suga have done things but….not a lot, You guys were still a fairly new couple and both of you guys weren’t trying to rush things. But if he kept going like this….You dint know how much longer it would stay like that. He started kissing your neck more and you unconsciously let out a small moan. You quickly covered your mouth.
You heard laughter from behind you.
“Oh well…Wasn’t that a nice sound”
Your face turned beat red and you sunk into your blanket, He moved his hands and wrapped them around your waist and then he tighten his grip around your waist and kissed your neck some more.
“Y-Yoongi…What are you doing?”
You tried saying sweetly but it came out as if you were begging for more…which you were….just slightly.
“Im having fun, Thats what im doing”
“Teasing me is fun to you?!!”
“Its the best fun ever babe! I should do this more often”
He grabbed the end of your shirt and lifted it up slightly and started rubbing up and down on your stomach and with every movement he got close and closer to your breasts. Your stomach was doing back flips and you could help but lean into his well toned chest.
“Ohhh babe, do you want it that badly?”
You felt his one of his hands travel up and brush the under skin of your breast and you twitched slightly. You didn’t want to admit it but you really wanted him to touch you all over…You craved his touch so badly but you were way to embarrassed to say anything.
Lately these past few nights you’ve been really craving him, Having small fantasies and wet dreams about him dominating you and ravishing every inch of your body. You had to admit to it got so bad some nights you had to ‘Handle it’ yourself.
Although it did help a little, it didn’t solve your problem. You NEEDED him….you tried to seduce him when he came over but it just came off as you trying to be cute…..and you failed every time. So you gave up and decided to just wait for him to make the move. and after a week of waiting….he finally did!
“Just s-stop teasing me already….”
His hand that was waiting for approval finally found its way to where it should be. He grabbed your breast and massaged it roughly, you arched your back further into him and grinned your ass on his manhood and you heard him hiss a few cuss words.
His other hand traveled down and started massaging your clit through your leggings. You let out a few more moans and he started kissing your neck, It felt amazing. His touch that you craved so much…you finally had it. He pulled down your leggings and your underwear with it. His hand found its way to your entrance and he put 2 fingers in. He started moving his fingers in and out and you could hear to swishing sounds.
It was embarrassing how wet you were, He hardly was touching you and you were already soaking wet. The small moans slowly turned into long moans and your breathing was heavy. He started moving his hand faster and his other hand that had been massaging your breast moved down and started playing with your clit.
You were a moaning mess by this point and your breathing got faster, You arched your back further into him and you felt a knot forming in your stomach. He was hitting all the right spots and he was driving you insane.
He continued sucking and licking on your neck knowing it was the most sensitive spot aside from your clit. He was driving you mad, You felt yourself coming close and he noticed. He went faster and faster and you hit your climax hard. You let out a loud scream only to be muffled but suga’s lips crashing down on yours.
He slipped his tongue inside your mouth and explored every inch of your mouth. Once you finished ridding out your climax he pulled back and took out his fingers. He pulled them up to his mouth and licked the juices off of them and looked at you. His eyes were full of lust and it just made you wet all over again, But you ignored it.
“You tasted delicious babe..” he said
Your checks flushed red and you had the sudden want to top him. You wanted to pleasure him better then he had pleasured you. And there was only one way to do that….
“I want…..to see what you taste like…”
Suga stopped every movement he was doing, His jaw dropped and his eyes got big. You guys have never gone THAT far before. He has fingered you before and you have given him a hand-job but that……that was it. So of course he would be surprised.
But you had made up your mind! You were going to do this and even tho this would be your very first blow-job you were going to try your best to make it amazing!
You crawled on top of him and kissed him sweetly at first but then you grew more hungry for his lips. You kissed him with passion and lust and he kissed you back with just as much passion and lust as you did. You pulled back and traveled down his jawline and down his neck. You sucked on his neck and his collarbone and your hands made their way down his chest and rested on the bulge in his sweats.
You moved down and pulled down his sweats along with his boxers, His dick stood tall and he looked….really big from this angle. You looked at him with a proud smirk plastered on his face. You just laughed and looked back his manhood. You grabbed it in your hand and pumped it a few times.
‘Now….how exactly do i go about this……I can do something! i’ve seen enough porn to get to basics!’ you thought
Suga noticed your delay and he smiled sweetly at you, He grabbed your hand and continued pumping it along with yours.
“Need help?” he asked
You just slightly nodded and a small blush appeared on your face.
“Well start by just licking the sides.”
You removed your hand and did as you were told, You started at the base of his dick and licked upwards and then back down. He let out a small moan and then grabbed your hair.
“N-Now switch sides and do the same thing”
You did what he said and then continued the pattern, You noticed that every time you licked his head his breathing would get heavier. So you experimented and you licked the top of his head with just to tip of your tongue and he seemed to like it.
“There you go….Your getting the hang of it. Now try and take it all in your mouth, Not all at once…Just take a little at a time and work your way down.”
You did what he said he leaned his head back melting in the pleasure you were giving him. You grabbed his dick in your hand and continued to bob up and down, His hand that held tightly in your hair guided you. You started switching it up and licking and sucking every now and then. His breathing was heavy and he seemed to be getting closer to his climax.
You started going faster and deeper, Your hand pumped him while you sucked and licked his manhood. His muscles were flexing and he was breathing faster with every second.
With a couple more pumps he pushed your head down all the way and he exploded his seed into your mouth. You swallowed it all even tho you felt like you were going to drown. He let go off your hair and you pulled up coughing a little. He laid down on his back and tried to catch his breath, You curled up beside him and kissed his check sweetly.
“So…how was i?” You asked
“You were…….Amazing..” he said while still catching his breath
You giggled and cuddled close to him, You laid your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. You became tired and you closed your eyes and suga petted your head while pulling the blankets over you and him.
“You did a good job babe”
“I must be a natural!”
“Well im glad you are….I need to give you a good reward when we wake up then”
“I look forward to it!”
“Any advice for me oh great master?” he asked while laughing
“Hmmmm oh! Follow your animal instinct…That should do the trick!”
“Alright then….i will do just that!”
You giggled and once again listed to his heartbeat, You fell asleep quickly to the sound of his heartbeat beating softly in his chest….This was defiantly your favorite lullaby in the world.
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You were breathing heavy, blood dripping down the side of your face, as you stood. The gates to hell had just been opened, using the Colt. The boys managed to slam the gates close again, but not before an unknown amount of demons were released. Looking to where Dean stood, you were surprised to see John. Your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes watering. Sam wasn’t far from them, so you stayed back, giving them their moment. You could tell it was an emotional one.
Nothing had been said between the Winchester men before John took a few steps back. He flickered a few times, lighting up, and then was gone. Sam was distraught, and you saw the pain on Dean’s face. Moving forward, you pulled them both into a hug, wanting to take their pain.
Standing over the body that had housed Azazel, the three of you stared down at him. “Well, check that off the ‘to-do’ list.” Dean smirked.
Sam looked over at his brother, proud. “You did it.”
“I didn’t do it alone.”
Your eyes were trained on the dead demon at your feet, only half listening to what was being said. Having those gates open, it was hitting you how close you were to where you would be landing in a year. Dean broke your trance as he crouched, making your eyes travel to him.
“That was for our mom.” He said, his jaw twitching slightly. “You son of a bitch.” You were thankful that, finally, they killed what they had been after all those years. All those motels as kids, all the times they were left alone, the countless miles on the road all led to this. Seeing Azazel look like nothing more than a dead man made this feel so close to home. While you knew what he was, now, with normal eyes, it reminded you what Azazel was. A demon in a meat suit.