no wire bra

fuckboy » jjk » m

» request: nope

» genre: smutttttt

» author’s note: i was hoping to be able to get to 5k words, but unfortunately that didn’t happen :’) anyways, i still think this is the longest scenario i’ve written which i’m kind of proud of tbh ?? i really like this one and i hope you all do too! feel free to request any sort of au scenarios and i’ll be sure to write it !

» word count: 4.3k+

» warnings: fuckboy jungkook, sexting, phone sex, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex

**nsfw under the cut

You sigh to yourself as you collect the randomly discarded articles of Jimin’s clothing scattered through the house. You roll your eyes as you grasp a pair of his underwear, tossing them into the basket which has now grown heavy with the weight of his dirty laundry. “Seriously, Chim, is it that hard to pick up your clothes?” You ask as you walk into the living room, picking up an old t-shirt from the back of the couch; you stop in your tracks once you finally look up.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Jimin flashes you a sheepish smile, but you are no longer worried about him. Your eyes travel to the other person in the room, Jeon Jungkook; he leans casually against the wall, taking a sip from a bottle of water. “Have you met Jungkook?” Jimin asks you casually, flicking through the channels on the television as you glare at his friend.

“I don’t think so,” you say truthfully; you’ve never met Jeon Jungkook, but you’ve heard of him, many times. Most recently, his antics had been called to your attention by a close friend of yours, and to make a long, long story short: Jeon Jungkook is a fuckboy.

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idk how to walk Mary home but I wanna

Proximity (02)-Just My Neighbor

Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.

Tags: @sebstanwassup, @starkxpotts, @kyleannsmut, @joshuad-n, @bucky-bear-barnes, @camely09, @metal-arm-red-star, @kitty11223, @one-of-the-boys, @dammnnbucky, @crystallimythium

Warnings: some language, a little angst, some fluff

Proximity (00)-PrologueProximity (01)-My Place at Six, Proximity (03)-Forty Percent, Proximity (04)-Writing My Goodbyes, Proximity (05)-If You Want, Proximity (06)-Oblivion, Proximity (07)-IDFCProximity (08)-Last Night, Proximity (09)-Boo at the Zoo pt.1, Proximity (10)-Boo at the Zoo Pt.2Proximity (11)-Girlfriend 

Sebastian decided to stay at the coffee shop for a few more minutes after (Y/N)’s phone call, but a few minutes turned into a few hours of intensive research and pouring over the script while occasionally smiling for fans selfies as they recognized him slumped over in the corner, angrily chewing on a pen cap. Just as he was about to lose all track of time, an older, retired woman who worked as a barista full-time made her way toward the table he sat at.

“I overheard your conversation, honey,” she said while placing a gentle, maternal hand on his shoulder. “It’s five-fifteen. You don’t want to keep your wife waiting.” Sebastian’s throat constricted as he looked at the array of empty cups scattered on the table in front of him. Frantically, he checked his phone, realizing that the woman was right.

“Thank you very much for telling me,” he began while folding his notebook closed, shoved his script inside, and jammed his pen into his back pocket, “but I wasn’t talking to my wife; I’m not married,” he awkwardly explained while showing her his ringless left hand.

“Oh, well then your girlfriend,” she tried again.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Sebastian uneasily laughed. “She lives in my building below me; she’s just my neighbor” he tried to explain.

“Well people don’t talk to one another so domestically with someone who’s ‘just their neighbor,’” the woman smirked before helping him toss the cluttered cups in the trash. Once he finished, Sebastian hurried toward his building, only a couple blocks from the coffee shop, and made his way up to his floor.

Seb Stan: Just got back

He hurried to open the door to his apartment and left it unlocked as he kicked off his shoes and took his belongings into his bedroom. He tossed his notebook on the desk beside his bed and dropped his shoes in the closet before quickly tidying up the few misplaced objects in his living room and kitchen: a few newspapers he picked up, a couple of books left lying about, and the dirty cereal bowls that he intended to wash that morning.

         Cute Neighbor: Mind if I show up early?

Sebastian had just finished drying his hands from washing the dishes in the sink and a tiny smile formed in the corner of his mouth without him realizing. 

Seb Stan: Fine by me :)

         Cute Neighbor: Good, because I’m here

Just after he heard his phone go off, there was a knock at the door. He pulled it open and couldn’t help the soft smirk that rose to his lips as he shook his head at her. “You’re a dork,” he laughed.

“I’m the dork?” she laughed while entering his apartment for what had to be the hundredth time. “You’re asking me what one of the most self-explanatory sports on earth is,” she laughed. “Drive fast, turn left, don’t crash.”

“Thanks for the info, I guess you can leave now,” he teased while pressing himself against (Y/N), pretending to force her out of his apartment.

“Nooo,” she called out. “I walked all the way down the stairs for this, don’t make me leave.”

“Oh my, you took the stairs for me?” Sebastian huffed mockingly.

“The elevator was already on the first floor again,” she grumbled as Sebastian stepped aside and closed the door with both of them inside the apartment.

“Well,” he sighed as he walked into the kitchen, “I guess you can stay.” (Y/N) smirked as Sebastian leaned back against the kitchen counter beside his stove.

“Thanks for making that sacrifice,” she laughed while wandering toward his pantry and scouring for something to cook. “Why do you have a shit-ton of beans?”

“What do you mean ‘a shit-ton of beans?’” he asked while walking toward her. (Y/N) pulled out two massive cans of pinto chili beans and held them up to him, displaying her case. “That is not a shit-ton of beans,” he huffed. “Do you even know what a shit-ton looks like?”

“Well if you eat this many freaking beans, you’re sure to shit a ton,” she explained while setting the cans on the counter and started to rummage through his spices.

“Why do I hang out with you?” he laughed as he started to manually open the chili beans as (Y/N) gathered a huge variety of spices, some of which Sebastian hadn’t even opened yet.

“Who else would tease you about your bean collection?” she laughed while pulling ground turkey meat out of his freezer and beginning to defrost it in the microwave.

“Fucking weirdo,” he laughed while taking a step back and watching her.

“You’re the one with a bean collection, ya fucking weirdo,” she laughed, mimicking Morgan O’Mally’s voice from Good Will Hunting. “Okay, that probably made me weird,” she laughed at her attempt to draw reference to the movie.

“Just a bit,” he laughed in response. “Did you finish all of your homework?” he asked.

“Yes, Mom,” she grumbled at him, rolling her eyes the whole time. She hurried to cut up an onion and threw it and some garlic into the cauldron she had heating up o the stove. 

“Sorry I care about your education,” he muttered while smirking at her from across the kitchen.

“You’re forgiven,” (Y/N) laughed and looked over her shoulder toward Sebastian. Again, the smile of admiration and gentle nod of disbelief flooded her sight. Quickly, she turned her face back to the pot of chili, hoping she could play off the blush on her face as the heat coming from the stove.

“Can I help?” Sebastian asked as he made his way closer toward her. Gently his hand traced along her back as he passed her.

“You can brown the meat,” she offered, trying to hide her now red face from him. Glad to help her, he completed his task and then added the meat to the mixture of beans, onions, garlic, tomatoes, green chillies, and spinach. (Y/N) then added the spices as Sebastian handed them to her.

“Cumin? Tumeric? Chili Powder? Cholula? Do you really use all of this?”

“Is it sitting on the counter?” she asked back sassily.

“Did I ask for sass?” he teased, a smirk on his face as he handed her the glass bottle of cumin. (Y/N) finished adding the last bit of spices and grabbed a bag of corn chips from a cupboard as Sebastian starts to dish out their dinners. “I figured we could watch a thematic movie,” he said while settling onto the couch and grabbed the remote that (Y/N) found less than a week after them meeting.

Slowly, she lowered herself beside Sebastian on the couch, feeling his hip against hers as they leaned against one another’s shoulders. Instantly, her head dropped as she saw his choice of movie. “Really, Seb,” she grumbled. “Of all the racing movies in existence you chose this one?”

“What’s wrong with Talledega Nights?” Sebastian asked with a laugh.

“You could have picked one of the eight Fast and the Furious movies, Days of Thunder, I would have even taken freaking Cars over this,” she grumbled.

“I didn’t know you were so picky, (Y/N),” Sebastian smirked while nudging her with his shoulder. (Y/N) laughed as Sebastian put his arm around her shoulder and rested his dinner between his knees.

“I’m not picky,” she groaned while scooping chili with a chip and popping it in her mouth.

“My movie just isn’t good enough for you is it?” he asked while teasing her and scraping the chili from his bowl. “This is really good, (Y/N). Thank you very much,” he added.

“You’re just trying to flatter me so I’ll give in to your stupid movie,” she grumbled. “You can look at me with those big blue eyes all you want, Sebastian, but I’m not going to say this movie isn’t shitty.”

“I wasn’t trying to do anything with my eyes,” he said with a smirk, “but since you’re looking,” he said with a sultrily teasing tone. Suddenly, (Y/N)’s heart pounded in her chest as she realized their proximity to one another. His arm rested across her shoulders, his tight muscles and tender skin grazing the back of her neck as she folded neatly into the side of his body, like two pieces of clay moulding together. Her side was pressed against his and she could feel his obliques tighten with each laugh, and she was certain Sebastian could feel the wire of her bra poking into his ribs. Part of his thigh covered hers as she slumped into the curve of the couch cushions and their legs were twisted together and propped on the coffee table in front of them. Quickly, she pulled herself up onto the cushion and sat on her feet, trying to keep herself from touching him and invading all parts of his personal space. “Is everything okay?” Sebastian quickly asked as (y/N) readjusted her position on the couch.

“Uh, yeah,” she said softly. “I thought I was going to spill,” she tried to laugh through the tension she caused and chastised herself for not being more careful. This had started out as being friends and she had intended for it to not go any further. It didn’t make sense for them to be anything besides neighbors. After all, she was hardly twenty-one and he was almost thirty-five. It wasn’t as though she had an issue with age gaps when it came to love, but she figured it would be easier for her to just be friends with Sebastian. He was more than she could handle in more than one way. She didn’t want to hold him back from anything he hasn’t accomplished and she still had a few years left in her before settling down would become a serious thought and not a ‘maybe someday’ ideology. Quietly, she continued eating until her dinner was almost gone.

“Oh, um okay,” he tried to chuckle. “We, uh…we don’t have to watch this movie if you want to,” Sebastian tried to change the conversation as he wondered what had caused (Y/N) to start acting strangely. The night had been going well and he was excited to get to be spending time with her. He was fascinated with her dry humor and sassy personality and the continual banter kept him on his toes. He liked to listen to her talk even if it was to tease him, and wasn’t quite ready for her to leave him.

“No, it’s fine,” she said as she hurriedly scraped the remainder of food left in the bowl. “I actually forgot I have a group paper due Wednesday and I have to work on my half.”

“Wait, are you leaving?” Sebastian asked, his voice faltering as (Y/N) rose to clean her dish. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Seb,” she said softly. “I just forgot I have some work left.”

“(Y/N),” he said in a soft, almost begging tone.

“I promise,” (Y/N) told him, turning back around and flashing him the largest smile she could muster. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Hesitant to believe her, Sebastian agreed halfheartedly.

“Okay,” he managed to say loud enough for her to hear him. Upon leaving Sebastian’s apartment, (Y/N) hurried downstairs and locked herself in her bathroom. After filling the tub with steaming water, she lowered herself in, allowing the water to float along her skin and travel up to her collarbones. Slowly, small tears of frustration trailed down her cheeks, mixing with the beads of sweat formed from the steam. Falling for Sebastian was all too easy and she knew that immense pain would come from forcing herself to deny her heart that happiness, but she would take the pain of denial over the humiliation of rejection any day, and if she continued to pursue Sebastian Stan romantically, she was sure rejection would be all she received.

Time of the Month

Originally posted by infinitblaq

Sequel (that nobody asked for) to -> Claimed


Genre: Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

***WARNING: Language, sexually explicit content, aggressiveness(?)***


When you heard the words “time of the month,” as a fellow uterus-possessor, also human, you couldn’t help but to cringe. Not because it disgusted you, or anything, you were way past that. It was just a… cardinal rule in the book of uterus-possessors to always, always sympathize with others who were experiencing their ritualistic torture.

You’ve been there. But not right now. Oh, no. Now it was his time of the month. Him being none other than Park Jimin, your newfound boyfriend of five months.

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Edmund x Reader: Advice

Prompt/ask: Anonymous asked: Hiiiii love your blog Can I have a modern Au Edmund X reader where there’s a text exchange like “I need advice.” “Never mind. I’ve already done the stupid thing.” Thanks 😍

Word count: 569

Warnings: None

Setting: Modern AU

It was a cloudy day, the sort of day where all anyone wanted to do was stay inside and shut themselves away from all their troubles.

It seemed as if you had been lying there on the couch for hours. Piles upon piles of crumbs were lodging themselves somewhere underneath the wire of your bra, giving you the sudden urge to itch. You ignored the sensation and simply reached for another handful of powdery chips. 

You had no problem spending your weekend afternoons like this, all curled up with snacks and the remote-especially on a muggy day such as this one. 

Edmund Pevensie, however, had a different idea of what constituted a fulfilling afternoon. You felt your phone buzz from beside you on the couch. You turned it over lazily, tearing your eyes away from the television screen to see Edmund’s name lighting up your phone. You frowned. 

Hey, are you busy?

You rolled your eyes, plopping the phone down beside you again with deliberate force. Nothing good could ever come out of responding to that message-especially not from Edmund. 


Another message. 

You pursed your lips. Reluctantly, you picked up your phone.

I need advice

You groaned audibly, shaking your head and leaning forward to place the phone on the coffee table in front of your feet. You couldn’t deal with that boy right now.

Buzz. Buzz.

You slumped in your seat.


You heard a small tapping at your window. A very faint, muffled tapping, but a tapping nevertheless. 

Buzz. Buzz.

You finally stood up, quite annoyed now. Was a quiet afternoon really such an unachievable request? You snatched the phone up from the coffee table, dragging your feet along the floor to the frosty window. 

Another tapping. 

You couldn’t see anyone outside, which was odd considering the size of the window. You frowned, opening the window slowly and peering over the ledge to see-

“EDMUND!” You shrieked, dropping your hold on the window and staggering back. 

The boy simply laughed, holding the window up and closing his lips to smirk at you. 

“H-how did you, I mean,” You began, spluttering. 

“Well,” Edmund said with a bit of condescension in his tone, “This is the first story of your house and your window is barely 11 feet off the ground.” 

You shook your head in a mixture of annoyance and awe. Edmund ignored your expression, climbing through your window as if it was a completely ordinary  thing to do.

 “Edmund, why-”

 “Y/n, I’ve come to bargain.” Edmund said, laughing a little and closing the window behind him. You rolled your eyes at his nerdy reference, sinking back onto your sofa. “No, seriously Ed, what are you-”

 “I texted you, didn’t I?”

 You stood up again. “Stop interrupting me, Pevensie,” You said warningly, stepping a little closer to him, “Now, what is it? You said you needed advice? Or-” 

Suddenly, before you could register the situation, Edmund’s arms were snaked around your waist and his lips were pressed firmly against yours. You sunk deeper and deeper into the kiss, moving your hands up his back to stop at the nape of his neck. Edmund pulled away almost instantly, leaving you in utter astonishment. 


“What?” You said in bewilderment. 

Edmund shrugged, a small smile forming in the corners of his mouth. “I don’t need advice. I’ve already done the stupid thing.” 

And with that, he kissed you again.

Chris Evans Fic: Feels Like the First Time (NSFW)

Anonymous request! Be warned, this is basically a gajillion words long and it’s 95% foreplay. Also 100% NSFW.

I love your stuff! How about something where Chris is readers’ first and she has anxiety and is very insecure both about it being her first time AND about her body? And Chris does his best to convince her that there’s nothing wrong with her body and he loves her ❤


It always got to this point. You were in the middle of a hot and heavy make out session, sandwiched between the sofa and Chris, his weight pinning you as he worked his magic against your mouth.

You could feel excitement and arousal blossoming below your belly, the heat seeping through your body and warming you right down to your fingertips. He normally kept his hands in ‘safe’ areas: your face and neck, hips and ribs, no where that would spike your anxiety. You were eternally grateful and considered yourself blessed beyond belief that he was understanding and patient, but the thing was, you knew in your heart that you wanted to go further now, but that your head was stopping you.

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pizza delivery || scott mccall (!!)

author: @broodybell
pairing: scott x reader
word count: 1,398

warnings: dom!scott, teasing, slight bondage, oral (female receiving), orgasm denial

authors note: 2017 is the year for smut so expect more lmaoo

summary: reader and scott can’t keep their hands off each other, but the pizza man likes to be early. 

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requested: yup! twice actually :-)


“could you maybe do a little blurb or headcanon about dating sam and becoming best friends with harrison and/or tom??? love u”

warnings: mentions of a steamy moment, but nothing drastic or graphic

pairings: sam holland x fem!reader

summary: thanks to sam and his need for romantic advice, he made a new friendship flourish between you and harrison.

a/n: thank you to the two lovely anons that requested this!!!

also, sorry this isn’t a gender neutral one!! if you all would like to see a they/them or he/him version of this, please let me know and i will surely deliver.

sorry this isn’t my longest one, but i thought it was really cute this way.

  • SO, guess who’s a thing??
  • if you couldn’t tell, it would be you and sam holland.
  • you two had known each other for a year or so, but you two had finally confessed your feelings and started to date about a month and a half ago
    • honestly, it would be the cutest confession ever
    • you two would be skyping one night while he would be out of reach
    • you would have a book in hand, studying for some test you had the next day
    • you would have the cap of the highlighter in between your teeth, and he would just stare at you for a long time, and you’d finally sense it and look up and giggle and say, “what are you looking at, sam anthony? what are you so perplexed by?”
    • and he wouldn’t have his filter switch turned on and just say “you’re so pretty.”
    • and you’d just kind of stare at the screen for a few seconds before he was like “UHHHHHHH HAHAHA SORRY UM”
    • and you’d be blushing so hard, but you’d eventually murmur out, “you’re pretty cute too.”
    • and he’d be like “??????? do What?????????? do you like me??????”
    • and you’d just shrug and nod and say “i can’t believe you haven’t noticed all the hints”
    • and he’d be smiling so widely for the rest of the time you two were on skype
      • he’d literally turn the camera and sound off when he’d change into his pajamas and dance around really sweetly and cover his face because he’s smiling so wide, even though there’s no one else in the room
    • the next time he seen you in person, he took you out on your first actual date (you two had been on little dates before, but now that you had actually told each other you liked each other, it was different)
    • when he took you back home, he would literally beg your family to let you spend the night with him
      • he wouldn’t really even have to beg since you spent the night with him several times beforehand, but he likes being extra and making sure its okay
    • once you got to his place for the night, he would deliberately turn the thermostat down low so you would ask for a hoodie or something
    • and he would run up and grab one that he planted a note in one of the pockets that says ‘let me warm your heart. fancy going out with me?’
      • but you would just want to hold his hands to keep yours warm
    • he’d eventually hint at the note, and you’d pull it out and give him a ‘really? this cheesy?’ look, and he’d shrug and show a little smile. you’d be like “how could i ever say no to such a beautiful, cliche boy.”
  • you were only really close to sam
  • you knew the others well, but you and sam had a special bond.
  • untillll, you and sam started to date each other
  • since tom would just joke around with sam about relationship advice, sam then turned to harrison.
  • harrison would take it upon himself to figure out things sam was too timid to try and figure out.
    • “what should i get her for her birthday haz?”
    • “hmmmmm, let me think”
      • haz would start a conversation with you to make you drop a hint as to what you’d like, and then he’d relay back to sam.
    • “you know, i don’t know much about girls, but i’d say a fuzzy blanket. maybe a personalized cd?”
  • soon enough, harrison would become best friends with you all because of sam and some advice he needed
  • eventually, harrison would even intrude on your in-house dates.
    • “y/n you look really beautiful toni-”
    • “harrison… can we PLEASE have one night together”
    • “yeeeaaahhhh no. we are all friends.”
    • that would prompt harrison to scoot over two inches away from you two on the couch
  • harrison would also interrupt video chats
    • “saaaam, i miss you.”
    • “i miss you too, pretty baby. i can’t wait to see you.”
    • the door would open, and harrison would stroll in, “hey, sam, do you ha- hEY Y/N OH MY GOD LONG TIME NO SEE”
    • “y/n, i’m gonna call you back later”
    • call ended
  • not to mention being a cockblock
    • being in a really heated moment with sam
    • you two would be on the edge of his bed; you would be straddling his lap while you two were entranced in a make out session
    • his hands would be slowly making their up your thighs, and under your shirt
    • and he’d pull away from your lips in order to press warm, open mouthed kisses against your neck and collarbones
    • but right when his hands slipped underneath the wires of your bra, harrison would knock at the door
    • “guuys, i rented a movie that’s not on netlix and tom doesn’t wanna watch it with me and i gotta return it soon. meet me downstairs so we can watch it.”
    • “harrison, we’re busy!”
    • he would literally stand at the door and keep knocking until sam would set you beside him and march to the door and just pop his head out and whisper something like “harrison i haven’t had private time with y/n in a long time, just give us a-”
    • “you know what, i think we should watch the movie in here.”
    • he’d literally push the door open and just fling himself to the middle of sam’s bed while the both of you sighed
    • “hope we can all fit on here! sam put the movie in for us will ya?”
  • while harrison was annoying to the both of you, you couldn’t imagine where you two would be without him.
  • and he couldn’t imagine where he would be if he couldn’t annoy you.
  • with this being said, he would always be there to protect you, and sam both. and he wouldn’t ever dare think of actually hurting you two.
  • he just loved you two as much as you loved each other. and that was a fact


(thank u all for reading!!! i love you all with my whole heart. i hope u enjoy all the sam content.)

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// luv me some titty
and thank you i’m glad you decided to submit something!! this was fun to write!


- NUT!!!

- He loves your boobs honestly– but he’s never really had much of a preference, small boob, big boob, good boob

- But he’s sohappy with your assets.

- Especially if you exercise with him and you pile on the sports bras; yet they’re still all over the place. Watching you fuss about it is so cute, he loves them. They’re so big and fill up his palms shit, he can’t get enough of it. Who needs a bra when you have his hands honestly


- This man loves him some ass and boob so hell yeah he’s so down

- He likes lacey bras on you because they just look so nice, he also really loves picking out clothing for you that would work well with what you have.

- Especially clothes that show cleavage, he loves being teased like that but he hates it at the same time since he can tell when straying eyes are on you; It’s makes him upset. Not at you, at the others. Can’t they keep their eyes to themselves? But he does know how difficult that can be, you are quite irresistible.



- Starry eyed little kid in a candy shop, he’s so immature sometimes but he can’t help it, they’re just so big and soft

- But he comments on how bulky your bras look, wires look so uncomfortable? Expect massages wherever you want; shoulders, back, even boobs tbh he’s happy to get his hands on them because they’re just so soft and squishy


- Okay but have you seen her honestly her boobs are so big good god i see why Jumin made her cover them up

- She loves them, like Zen; she’s never really had a preference but you’re just so pretty she can’t help but love the way you look.

- But she’s also a woman, so she knows the harsh struggles of having big boobs. She’ll give you back rubs, help you adjust your straps, go bra shopping with you and help you pick out cute but comfortable ones– etc.

- Blushes so bad when you wear something a bit more reveling to work on certain times, she can’t keep her eyes off you which causes her to make mistakes throughout the day.


- Grabs them all the time and goes
“ honk honk! ” don’t lie

- Your boob is literally his stress reliever; To hell with those kiddos over here with their orbeez and slime, he has the best damn XL orbeez he could ever have

- Grabbing your boobs has just become a good habit honestly, they’re just so soft and warm– What’s not to love?

Titty: Grabbed
Seven: Pleased
Stress: Released

the circle of life


- He finds all bodies absolutely beautiful, even though Rika was relatively petite and small doesn’t mean that’s strictly what he likes. Falls in love with personality over anything else.

- Can’t deny that you have an amazing figure. While cuddling as the little spoon he loves burying his face into your chest and literally never returning.

- 6 hours later everyone’s like where’s v? the boi in the tittie


- Whatever body you have– that’s his preference. He’s never been in love before so every bit of you is absolutely perfect. Including your amazing chest, damn you’re so beautiful.

- BITES expect bites and hickeys everywhere on your boobs. There will never be a time where they’re not covered with those oh so familiar tiny dark bruises; he’s basically obsessed with leaving his mark on you in that way.

- Like Saeyoung, he loves to grab and massage them when he or you are stressed. They’re just so squishy and big

Almost One Year

Pairing: Kihyun x Reader

Type: Fluff/ Smut 

For my Yoongi Anon❤️

Originally posted by aceyng

Ever since you started dating Kihyun you were constantly being surprised by him, wether it was character traits of his that you didn’t expect or just small gestures he did to make you smile. You knew he was planning something in the near future, he really couldn’t keep exciting things a secret but you didn’t ask since you knew it would upset him if you found out.

But when he texted you to pack an over night bag you were thrown a little off guard.

He picked you up at 2 on the dot and immediately couldn’t hold back his excited smile, which made you a little nervous. As the drive went on he seemed to relax and you couldn’t help but just fall more in love with him. You watched him as he drove, his fingers intertwined with yours, which were constantly bringing the back of your hand up to his lips.

The drive wasn’t too long, but just long enough to get you out of the city and to a small, cliffy town. You smiled as Kihyun exited the car and told you to stay put, jogging around the car to your side and opening the door for you to slide out.

“So why are we here again?” You asked smiling as he took both of your bags in one hand and your hand in the other.

“Well our one year is in a few weeks when I’m off for our come back. I wanted to start celebrating now so when I leave we don’t feel like he had t done anything special.” He said squeezing your hand gently before pulling you into the hotel.

You had one hour to get dressed in his favorite dress of yours for the fancy dinner reservation he made, and though you were a little rushed you felt pretty confident in yourself as you exited the bathroom. You looked at Kihyun and smiled, admiring him as he fixed the cuffs of his shirt. He looked so handsome and just like the first day you met him you were completely speechless.

Dinner was flirty, the two of you shared your meals, giggling as you fed one another from across the table. The two of you sat there talking for a while, though with him it only felt like two minutes. After the food had been taken away the two of you locked fingers again over the table and sat there with flirty expressions as you enjoyed the last few seconds of the dinner.  

“I have one more surprise for you.” Kihyun said through the kiss he placed to your temple. He hugged you closer to him for a second before opening your door once again.

Though it was dark you knew this spot was breathtaking. Off one of the roads that trailed up the mountains surrounding the town you were in was an unoccupied view spot that over looked the twinkling lights of the town beneath you. Kihyun laid the back row of seats down, laid out the blankets and grabbed the bottle of wine he had set aside for right here.

You were a giggling mess as the two of you crawled into the back of the car, your dress making it a little difficult to find a comfy position. But once your legs were tucked up under you and you accepted the glass Kihyun had poured for you everything turned a lot more comfy. The two of you sat there, a blanket over your lap and toe backs against the seats and talked for at least a solid hour, just enjoying the view and one another. The more glasses of wine you had the more relaxed and slouched you became until you were on your side, your head against his chest and your knee draping over his. Your now empty wine glass curled into your chest as the two of you sat there in silence just taking. In the view.

But to you he was the view and now your eyes were fixated on the side of his face, more specifically his lips. You knew he noticed you looking at him as the corners of his mouth started to twitch up into a smile but you didn’t care, you were going to look at him all you wanted.

He finally let his smile go and looked towards you, taking your wine glass to put on the side. Before he could set the two glasses down you pushed up and hooked your hand gently behind his neck. You brought his lips down you yours as you laid fully on your back. You heard the click of the wine glasses as he let them go causing you to smile into the kiss.

With most of his body weight on you the kiss deepened, his hand moving from where it was resting in your hair to trail lightly down your neck to the neckline of your dress, almost as if he was asking you permission and your response was to begin unbuttoning his shirt.

His hand found its way to your thigh, which had moved up to press against his side and as you hit the last button he pressed harder against you and began to round his hips. To resist the urge to jump the gun your hands made quick work of the rest of his shirt, moving it from his shoulders the moment he discarded it the rest of the way he pulled you into his lap and sat you up so you were straddling him.

He kissed on your neck as your hand reached behind you to pull the zipper down, his tongue and teeth being used to send chills down your spine. When you were left in your underwear his hand travled back up your back so he could lay you down once more. You watched him as his lips left yours and began to move down past your stomach. Your hands softly tangled in his hair as he caught the thin string of your thong and pulled it up. He let it snap against your skin before pressing a soft smile to the area it hit. He kissed along the seam of your underwear, his lips sending signals rushing through your stomach and your underwear soaked.

When he got just close enough and your hips tensed he chuckled and moved back up your body, kissing you roughly so you were too distracted to hear the sounds of his belt Colin undone. Your hands tangled harsher into his hair when he quickly removed your panties. He looked at you laying there with your legs still high in the air and smiled, sitting up to press himself against your legs. He started at your ankle, kissing once before left in his lips run down your soft legs till he got to your knee. He lent further more, pressing his body further against you and letting your legs bend over his shoulder until your knees were by your cheek and his member was kissing your core. Your hand reached up and took ahold of his flexed forearm and bit your lip just waiting for him. You breath hitched slightly like it always did when he first entered you, and it felt like he was pushing into you further than ever before.

Your grip on him tighter as he pulled out and pushed into you once more. You let your legs fall off his shoulders so you were now on your side, your back arched and hip cocked letting him hit the one spot you loved to have played with. His lips found your shoulder and when the feeling of his lips on your bare skin made a soft moan leave your lips he began to pump into you faster. Your hand gripped into the blankets that laid under you and you tried to press your forehead into your arm but Kihyun wanted to see you. His fingers gripped onto your chin and pulled your face towards him.

He locked lips with you at first as pumped faster, the feeling of you getting even wetter causing him to grow even more aroused. His hand moved from your jaw to your chest as his fingers slipped under the wire of your bra and began to pinch at your nipples. You gasped against the kiss and somehow got your arm behind you to quickly unclasp the bra. With I’ll access to your chest now he pushed into you harder till you were pushed flat on your stomach. His hands snaked under your stomach and pulled to encourage you to get up on all fours.

As your knees curled up under you your hands reached out to the row of seats that were still up to brace yourself as his hand reached around in front of you. He knew this was your favorite position since it got you off the quickest and he was now determined to make you cum as his fingers started to stimulate your clit and he manipulated his hips in a way to his your g-spot every time. Your toes curled and your body tensed causing short desperate whines to leave your body with the quick rise of pleasure.

“Kihyun I…” you breathed trying to ask him to stop, but you couldn’t get the words out. Your knees began to shake and you rocked forward as the orgasm started to really build, your hands digging into the soft leather you were pressed against.

“Kihyun!” You squealed again when you thought it was coming, your orgasm now also teasing you.

“Come on baby girl.” He painted into your back inbetween kisses, a smile on his face as he watched you try to fight the orgasm that was building in you. He could tell just how close you actually were by just how slick you had become.

“Come on y/n” He said even softer.

Your back rounded harshly before arching drastically, you knees and arms shaking as your body release around him. You cichlids as you tried to catch your breath, Kihyun still pumping slowly into you caused your body to spasm every time he hit your hypersensitive clit in someway. You pulled back away from the seats and looked over your shoulder allowing him to lock his lips with yours once more. You turned causing him to fall out of you and got him on his back. He smiled and ran his hands up your thighs as you took no time in straddling his lap and sinking back down around him. You pressed your chest against his and smiled as he brought one of the blankets up around your shoulders, the night air catching up with the two of you.

As your hips began to twerk you kissed him roughly, your free hand now trailing down his chest causing goosebumps to form and his nipples to perk. You rolled your hips quickly, smiling at the soft noises he was making as his eyes closed and his fingers dug into your skin. His arm found its way against your waist as his own body began to tense to hold you tightly in place as his other hand gripped around your arm that was being used to support your weight. He let out the breath he had been holding as you began to nip at his neck, causing you to smile.

You sat up now causing your body to sink lower around his member and his breath to hitch. He moaned as you began to quickly roll your hips against him, the sight of your bare back flexing slightly as you rode him in the reflection of the window of the still opened trunk. His hands rubbed quickly against you thighs, his nails digging into your skin as he approached his own orgasm. You were trying to hold back your own moans of how good the friction you were causing felt since this was his time but when his body arched and his hands gripped tightly to your legs you shoulda help yourself. He let out a few stutters as he tried to find words, causing you to move faster until a desperate “baby, I’m… uh i cumming.” Followed by his hands lifting your rearend off of him came. You let him hold you in that position, your chest dropping down to his once again as he shook though his orgasm. He moaned happily as you kissed his jaw softly.

Once cleaned you laid there against his chest, his fingers tracing up and down your bare arm as you once again continued to rare at the stars above.

“Happy almost One Year.” You whispered playfully causing a sweet grin to meet his face.

“Happy almost One Year, my love.”

EXO REACTS TO: Trying to undress them while making out.

Minseok, Junmyeon & Yixing

Anonymous said to hallyureactarios:
Can I request a reaction with Xiumin, Suho and Yixing where you start to undress them while making out?


He pushes you down against the bed, moaning as his hips collide with yours and bites at your lower lip. You gasp into the kiss, rolling your tongue with his, leaning up to get closer, the pressure of his body against yours filling you with need. He smirks as you whine his name, tangling your legs with his as you grab blindly at his chest, tugging at his shirt and pulling it off without a request of invitation. He straddles your hips, pinning your shoulders down and leans over you, stalking over you like a lion with it’s prey as he nips and bites his way up your navel, to the wiring of your bra.

“Such a needy lover… Did I say you could get me naked yet?” He ducks down, licking a long line between the valley of your breasts, to the lacing of the bra’s cup. “That’s alright, baby… I’ll just have to return the favour… “ He smirks, and grabs your hips, pressing his thumbs against the flesh before taking the material between his teeth.


It had started innocently enough, just two lovers spending a few slow moments together. Gentle caresses, the feel of his jawline against your fingertips, his own- winding around strands of your hair. You plant sweet tender kisses against his neck, giggling along as his low chuckle vibrates and tickles against your lips.

You’re not entirely sure when ‘a few moments’ became a heated make out session, so swept up in his voice, his taste, his tongue against yours that when the sounds of your whines and his groans fill the room they serve only to push the mood further. Soft breaths panting, cheeks flushed, temperature rising. Closer, closer… You climb onto his lap, threading your fingers through his dark locks and grip a little tighter that you perhaps ought to- he hisses and grunts against your lips, hips bucking against yours. More… You mewl into the kiss and start unbuttoning his shirt. A soft, deep noise sounds in his chest as he leans back, catching your gaze with dark eyes. You meet his intense gape with a little smirk, smugness consuming you at what an out of breath wreck he’s become. Eye contact is kept as you bring your fingers to his flies, biting your lip, a sultry tone in your voice.

“Do you want me to stop? He shakes his head, eyes half lidded, lips parted on a moan.

“Never…” A cheeky grin reaches your lips as you slowly unbutton him, but yank the zipper down with a snap of your wrist, gasping playfully against his lips at his own gasp of arousal. “Fuck… Good girl…” He smirks a little, pleased as you finger the waistband of his boxers, pulling you flush against him by your waist and into another deep kiss.


You always loved the sounds he’d make for you, the little tells that gave away exactly when he craved more of you. The little hums of satisfaction when you touched him just right, the gasp and trailing soft moan that’d escape him when you nibbled on his neck. He knew these sounds affected you, too. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t use this to his advantage, though what he hadn’t expected was the little whimper you’d made when he let his hands roam during the needy kiss; nor did he expect your reaction. You’d been lying in bed, kissing slowly, enjoying the lazy morning feeling when time got away with you, the kisses got more sensual, touches more craving that admiring. His fingers tucked under your sleep shirt, grazing your hips, brushing against your sensitive skin, making you whimper, wanting more, wanting to feel him. You grip at his shirt and tug, wanting it off when you hear his sound of alarm as he pulls back.

“You really don’t like this shirt, do you, baby?” You frown a little in confusion and look down, realising you’d popped three of the buttons off by trying to undress him. He covers his smug smile with the back of his hand and chuckles, rolling on his back. “Come finish the job? Gently?”

Here you are, dear anon! I apologise if I’m a little rusty… I’ll get better!


Admin Mimi

“But if you can pretend to be neurotypical sometimes, why can’t you just spend your WHOLE LIFE pretending to be neurotypical and just be a normal person??”

The same reason you don’t sleep in a straitjacket, pinchy heels, 5 metres of barbed wire and your scratchiest bra? I don’t understand how this is a difficult concept???

I’ve been wanting to make a master post on this for a while and now have the time. I work in a psychiatric hospital and would like to share my knowledge of how things go for anyone being admitted

1. What to bring: Comfortable clothing. Make sure to bring multiple sets in case you’re in there longer than expected. Specially bring a lot of underwear, a sweater(it’s pretty cold most of the time), socks(although the hospital will also provide some), shoes, pajamas, and day clothing. Books are great for keeping yourself busy as unfortunately there isn’t always much to do. The books should have soft covers, hardbacks are considered dangerous(this is depending on the hospital). Markers(the mini crayola ones)/ crayons and a coloring book is also a good way to stay busy and relieve anxiety. Bring a list of important phone numbers. You will not be allowed your cellphone or access to it to retrieve numbers.

2. What not to bring: Any clothes with strings, straps, or drawstrings. These items are considered dangerous and are not allowed on the floor. Double check your pajama pants and hoodies before bringing them. Make sure to bring shoes without laces. Bras with wire are not allowed, so bring sports bras. No colored pencils, pens, pins for your hair, rubber bands, and basically anything else that would be possible to stab or strangle or cut with. I don’t recommend bringing your own shampoo/ deodorant because hospitals are very strict about the ingredients and will most likely not allow these items. No outside food is allowed even if it was bought brand new. Jewelry is not allowed other than small piercings.

3. What to expect on arrival: You will first stop at security where they will take the belongings you brought so they can go through them and remove any contraband. These items will be kept in a secure room. This includes your wallet, money, cellphone, ID, other valuable items, and anything deemed dangerous. The next step is the admissions office where they get all of your paperwork together and a nurse assesses you. This can be a very long process(at least an hour or two), so prepare yourself for that. They will weigh you and take your vitals signs too.

4. When you get on the psych floor: You will first be greeted by an employee(most likely a tech) who will take your vitals again. After that you will get to meet your nurse, where again you will be assessed. A portion of the assessment is a skin check where you remove all of your clothing so they can check your body for tattoos, scars, bruises, and cuts. This is to make sure we know if any new injuries show up while you’re in the hospital. It can be awkward, but it is mandatory. After this you will receive a bag of toiletries(towels, soap, toothbrush, comb, etc.). Then you’re free to go where you’d like on the unit.

5. What the unit looks like: There are typically 1-2 hallways with patient bedrooms. You will most likely have a roommate. There are consult rooms for the doctors to meet with patients in private. You will also have access to a day room that has chairs, tables, a television, puzzles/ games, etc. This is where most people spend their time so they can socialize.

6. What a typical day looks like: The day after you arrive, you will get blood work done(almost always). After that you will get your vitals again(this happens every morning and sometimes multiple times a day depending on why you’re there). The doctors(psych and medical) visit in the morning and check up on how everything is going and talk to you about meds and treatment plans. You will also see a social worker. They are especially helpful for patients in rehab or homeless patients because they can help find you a group home. There are multiple groups throughout the day such as Coping Skills, Art Therapy, etc. It is your choice on whether or not you’d like to attend. You will have breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Snacks can also be provided as needed. Sometimes you will be able to go outside or to a gym within the facility, but this usually only happens after you’ve been there a few days and have demonstrated good behavior. You will receive your meds typically twice a day and can get your PRN(as needed) meds if you ask for them.

7. How long your stay will be: This honestly just depends on the person. There are a lot of factors that play into this such as how well your meds are working, your behavior, whether or not you’re attending group, how much you’ve slept, etc. If you are a voluntary patient you are able to fill out a request to leave at any time and the doctor legally has to see you within one hour to assess you. However, your request can be denied if the doctor feels it would be unsafe for you to leave. Yes, even if you’re voluntary. You can testify against the doctor in court if you so choose.

This is all I have for now. There’s a lot more I could say but this post is already pretty long. I also want to acknowledge that I’ve only worked in two hospitals in the United States and I’m sure things can vary at different hospitals/ in different states.

Feel free to ask any questions!

American House Parties (Part IV): A Tom Holland AU

in which tom and harrison are going to uni in America and y/n really wishes tom wasn’t in love with her roommate

parts: I, II, & III // my writing // a playlist for all the american house parities in your life // 2kish words

You took your time calming down in the line for pretzels before ordering one and finding a bench to sit and enjoy it by yourself for a while. If you were being honest, you could use with a little wallowing. Because it wasn’t like Tom had to say anything, all he had to do was look at her like that and it was so overwhelmingly apparent that there was no chance for you. You anxiously shook out your left arm so your sweater sleeve would fall past your fingertips and you could bunch the hem into your palm.

Laura was right, the pretzel was sort of stale but you still ate it. Picking it apart and popping the smaller pieces into your mouth before taking a little too long to chew it. You wanted your alone time to last for a while.

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Caffeine (pt 3)

Originally posted by jongdeer

Member: Exo Chen/Jongdae

Type: Fluff/Smut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but the second your lips met you found yourself being pushed back against your kitchen counter, his hands coming to grasp your hips. You gasped, feeling his tongue sweep against your lower lip as his fingers dug into your sides. Your head was spinning as you felt his lips mould against yours, smooth but demanding.

Your hands landed gently on his chest, smoothing upward to his shoulders. His hands moved too, up your sides to your back as he held you closer to him, his hips pressing yours into the hard counter. It was then that his teeth bit down on your bottom lip gently, making you whimper into his mouth.

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Imagine being the good girl Tig takes a liking too

Request from anon: Tig Trager x Reader where the reader works with Tara and is a good girl. Tara invites her to the club where she meets Tig.

Word Count: 1116

Warnings: Some language, sexual references.

A/N: I loved this request! I’m not sure exactly is this is what the anon was after but I was definitely thinking about writing a part 2 to this imagine if anyone wants to see it go futher. Let me know! Love little-toxic-angel x

An exhausted sigh escaped your lips as you leaned your overworked body against the reception desk in an attempt to finish last-minute paperwork. You had been flooded with work ever since you began your job as St. Thomas Hospital in the lovely little town of Charming, California. Although the work was good, that is what you came here for after all. You whizzed your body around when you heard the faint sound of someone calling your name. Your eyes glanced over to Dr. Tara Knowles. “Hey, Tara.” You greeted her with a weary smile which she happily returned.

“Hey, (Y/N). I had something to ask you,” Tara brushed her hair from her eyes before continuing, “Well, it’s actually more like an invitation.” An invitation? Your felt your heart skip a beat at her spoken words. You were aware that Tara’s lover was the Vice President of the Sons of Anarchy, a motorcycle club you didn’t even know existed before landing a job in Charming. You had always been labelled as a ‘good girl’; the soft red ribbon you wore to tie back your hair, the book you were constantly carrying, your use of ‘please’ and ‘thank-you’ and of course your inability to shake the innocence that radiated off you. It wasn’t easy being the Goddess of innocence and obedience in the temple of lawlessness and pandemonium that was Charming.

“What kind of an invitation?” You spoke softly, not sure what was going to come out of the good doctor’s mouth next.

“The club is having a party at the clubhouse tomorrow night.” The slight cringe creeping up on your face made Tara quickly change her words, “I mean – I noticed that you haven’t been out much since you got here. I thought it might be a nice way for you to meet some new people, make some friends.”

“Meet some of Charming’s finest?” You chuckled slightly as Tara smiled and nodded.

“Yeah.” A crushing feeling engulfed your chest at Tara’s words. You were never one for going out. Christ, you’d only had sex once and that’s exactly what it was, sweet, innocent sex, not the rough fuckings you envisioned to happen in the clubhouse.

“Sure. I’d love to come.” The sharpness of your fingernail digging into your palm made you wince. You’d just blurted the exact opposite of what you’d meant to say.

“Great!” Tara grinned. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night then?”

“Uh, yeah.” Heat began to cling to your skin, making you a clammy mess, “That’d be great.”                


The cool air assaulted your body as your feet dragged you towards the clubhouse that seemed to grow more menacing with every step you took. Your eyes darted around the area. The cool shiver that crawled up your spin screamed that you were out of place. “Hey, (Y/N), you okay?” Tara looked towards you, an easy smile on her face. She felt comfortable here. She rocked the doctor meets badass biker chick. You gulped down the anxiety rising in your throat.

“Fine.” The words were more to convince yourself than her.

“Great.” Like a mouse, you followed Tara in an attempt to shed the ‘good girl’ vibe that seemed to attract wandering eyes. What is she doing here? Jokes on them. You were wondering exactly the same thing. You approached a group of older men that had that hot, rugged sex appeal vibe. Lord, you felt out of place. You quickly assumed the blonde that kissed Tara to be her boyfriend, the prince, Jax Teller.

“(Y/N), this is Jax.” Tara smiled and rested her hand on his chest.”

“Nice to meet you, darlin’.” Your heart fluttered in your chest at his smooth voice. Jesus. No wonder Tara was attracted to the guy. You shook Jax’s hand and gave him a smile. “Let me introduce you to some people.” Jax slipped his hand around your shoulders turned you to face to the other men. “(Y/N) this is Chibs, Happy and Tig.”

“Nice to meet you all.” As you flashed them a gentle smile you caught the eyes of the curly headed man wandering over your body.

“Go easy on her fellas.” And with that the prince left you in the company of the knights.

“How’s charming treating you, sweetheart?” The Scot grinned at you in an attempt to make you feel more comfortable. You bit your lip as you watched Tig’s hand brush over his crotch before diverting your gaze to Chibs.

“The small town thing is different from living in the city but Charming is a nice place. I mean, I’d like to see more of it, get more familiar with the town and its people.” Chibs gently placed his hand on your shoulder and pointed to Tig.

“You know, Tig’s been living her for a while now. I’m sure he’d love to show you around the place.” Before you could talk Tig cut you off.

“Yeah. Uh, how about I show you around the clubhouse?” And with that the man had whisked you away to God knows where.


You and Tig stood together in the narrow corridor that housed a blue motorcycle as you came to the end of your tour. “I really appreciate you showing me around.” You smiled at the man as he gave a blatant shrug.

“Of course. You’re welcome to the club house anytime.” You nodded and turned to walk away but a hard grip around your wrist stopped you. You breath hitched in your throat as you felt Tig guide your hand to the naked skin his half open shirt revealed on his chest. “I mean that, doll.” A shudder danced across your skin as his lips tickled the skin on your ear. “Someone like you might need protecting in a place like this…” Your eyes darted to the growing bludge in his pants.

“You mean because of the whole ‘good girl’ thing?” You quizzed shyly. A soft groan left Tig’s lips as his fingers came to explore the skin on your hip.

“Baby, you’re so… Innocent.” You gently shut your eyes as his fingers climbed to the wire in your bra, gently fiddling with it. A red heat flushed your cheeks forcing you to take a step back. Christ, you were one of the smartest people you knew and all logic went out the window because a man was being gentle with you; seducing you. As you worked up the courage to meet his gaze your teeth gently pulled at the skin on your lip before your spoke,

“Maybe you could show me how you do things in Charming?” A wide grin spread across Tig’s face as he interlaced his fingers with yours.

“Baby, I’d love too.”

anonymous asked:

Can I get 30 with Bucky? 😍

this is the closest i’ve ever gotten to writing smut, so… you’re welcome

#30: “What? You think you’re the only one suffering?”

This mission is going about as well as anyone could expect. As in, you’re trapped in a morgue drawer that’s barely big enough for one person, let alone two. Of course it’s Bucky that you’re squished against, squinting in the dark to make out his face and trying not to think about the limited air supply in this thing.

“Why do they even have morgue drawers in a Hydra base anyway?” you grumble. You shift your foot and it grazes against Bucky’s calf, because there seriously is no room between the two of you. “It’s not like they’re respectful of the living, why be of the dead?”

“Can we not talk about dead bodies right now?” Bucky huffs, his breath fanning over your face in a hot rush. “There’s probably bodies in the drawers either side of us right now.”

“What happened to not talking about it?” you snapped, your stomach going queasy at the thought. Bucky grumbles something unintelligible and fall silent save for his obnoxious breathing.

Getting into the drawer was a series of unfortunate events. You and Bucky had been sweeping this floor when you found this room, and got into an argument about whether it was worth raiding for supplies or not. You didn’t see the point - Bucky, on other hand, claimed you could never have too many scalpels. That’s when the squad of Hydra guards stomped down the hall, and the only place you could find to hide in was the goddamn morgue drawer.

Well, you could think of a few better places now, but you were under pressure, ok? And besides, the damn drawer is locked from the outside so you can’t do anything about your current sandwich situation anyway. You both had to wait until the rest of the team came to bail you out.

It was getting almost unbearably hot in the drawer, made completely of metal while your body heat bounced around and made you sweat through your tac gear. You’d lost your top to a knife fight at the beginning of the mission, so you were down to your under armour which unfortunately left your arms exposed. They were stuck to the metal which was slowly getting hotter, starting to slightly burn your exposed skin.

“I’m getting fucking roasted by this thing,” you grumble, trying to peel your arm off the floor of the drawer but it was no use. You were on your side, and the only place for it to go was in Bucky’s face, which by the look of things, was not an option.

“What? You think you’re the only one suffering?” Bucky snaps, shifting so his leather tac gear squeaks against the metal. “I’m swimming in my own sweat right now. This thing is meant for Siberia, not Tahiti.”

“Swimming, really? That’s disgusting,” you say, making a face. Bucky grins, and it’s not the good kind of grin. Unfortunately, you have nowhere to run.

“Oh yeah?” Bucky taunts, and then he’s moving so he’s rolled on top of you and is in prime position to stick his sweaty, disgusting underarm in your face. You scream and try to wiggle away from him, but there’s nowhere to go. He just laughs, his chest rumbling against yours as he removes his arm from your face and grins, extremely pleased with himself. Your glare could kill a man.

Sweat drips from Bucky’s hairline and temple, down his face and neck. You follow one of the droplets, which curls over the sharp line of his cheekbone and down his nose to pool in the deep crevice of his cupids bow. It’s absurdly beautiful for someone sweating up a storm in a morgue drawer, and it makes the breath stop in your throat. Now is such a bad time to be having these kinds of thoughts, but damn, you want to lick that sweat off his lip like a drowning man needs oxygen.

A smirk tugs at the edge of Bucky’s mouth as he looks at you, like he can read your thoughts. He licks his lips, over that bead of sweat, and you feel your stomach bottom out. Pressed up against a sweaty, broad, smirking Bucky with nowhere else to go? You are so fucked.

“You getting hot, sweetheart?” Bucky asks, like he can’t tell from the way your chest is heaving and your body is sticking to the floor of the drawer. He thumbs at the zipper to your under armour near your throat, his smirk turning sharper. “Need some help with that?”

“I’d be less hot if you weren’t on top of me,” you snap, but you both know you don’t really mean it. Bucky raises an eyebrow, but makes no move to get off you. Instead, he shifts so he can get his arm between you and starts to ease the zipper down your chest.

You squirm a bit as your skin is slowly exposed, the wire of your bra cutting into your skin compared to the sudden freedom everywhere else driving you nearly insane. Bucky grins as he finishes unzipping the under armour, letting it fall either side of you and grabbing at your naked waist. He shimmies down your body and, in a move that has you throwing your head back with a loud groan, licks a thick stripe from your belly button to your bra.

Bucky laughs against your skin, his hot breath washing over the cold trail of his tongue sending sparks across your body. He kisses the exposed top of your tits and then drags his teeth up your neck to behind your ear so he can sink his teeth into the soft skin and leave a bruising mark. You arch into him, fingers tugging uselessly at the zipper of his leather tac suit as he kisses over the mark he made and lightly grazes his teeth over it once more.

“Bucky,” you breathe, your voice barely a thing as you struggle for air under his weight.

Bucky takes your earlobe between his teeth and you can practically feel his grin on your skin as he hums a, “Hmm?”

You’ve had enough with the teasing. You grip his hips and grind yours up against him in one harsh, fluid motion, a moan dripping from your lips. Bucky groans and drops his head to your shoulder, stuttering his hips against yours and pressing you back against the drawer. He’s so hard you can feel him through his combat pants, and it’s that over everything else that has you stopping and giggling like a maniac.

Bucky lifts his head, grin tugging at his lips as he asks, “What?”

“Just-“ you gasp, unable to stop laughing now that you’ve started. “We’re gonna have sex in a morgue drawer.

Bucky groans, but not in the good way. He flops on top of you, a bit to the side you can still breathe, and thunks his head against your collarbone. You’re still laughing and it shakes both of your bodies as Bucky mumbles into your skin, “Why’d you have to say that?”

“What,” you tease, “Dead bodies don’t turn you on?”

“You really know how to kill a mood, don’t you?” he asks, but he’s smiling into your shoulder so you know he’s not too mad. He presses a kiss against the salty skin and says, “Probably wouldn’t have been too great anyway. Not a lot of room to move in here.”

“I think you were handling it just fine,” you grin, tugging on his hair so he picks his head up to look at you. You snake an arm up between you so you can reach his face, pressing your thumb against his full bottom lip. He smiles, tongue poking out to lick the tip, and you say, “Y’know, you haven’t even kissed me yet.”

“What, do dead bodies turn you on?” Bucky quips, grinning as you frown and play-slap his cheek. He quickly turns and presses a kiss to your palm, tongue flicking out briefly. He says, “Is that good enough?”

You shake your head, biting your lip to contain your grin. Bucky tilts his head to the side and hums, considering, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. He pulls away and you shake your head again, laughing a bit this time. You say, “Not good enough, Bucky. Try a bit harder.”

“Ok,” he says, and with barely any warning he’s pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. His tongue is hot and relentless in your mouth and he tastes electric. You fist your hand in his hair to pull him closer, arching your body into his. You didn’t think you could get anything closer, but here you are, seam for seam, breathing in each other’s mouths and it’s so fucking good.

So of course, that’s when the door opens and someone slides the drawer out, Bucky’s tongue still down your throat. And, of course, it’s Steve frowning down at the both of you with his Disappointed Captain America face on. Bucky looks up, using his body to cover your exposed torso, and says, “About damn time.”