lovelyhavenn

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[lovelyhavenn]

MASTERLIST

BUCKY BARNES!

-I marked the stories that are inspired by Taylor Swift's songs! Enjoy!

-REQUEST ARE OPEN! It will be appreciated!

•TROPHY (Part 1) | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: " where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me."

- In a world full of chaos, you and bucky are full of love. You share every milestones and struggles with one another. In this world, You are each other's trophy. (Fluff) Inspired by Taylor Swift's song:)

•TROPHY (PART 2) | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: "where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me."

- You thanked him in your thesis acknowledgment, while he thanked you in his speech during his big day. Two different milestones, but two hearts intertwined that are always running to each other. (Fluff) Inspired by Taylor Swift's song:)

• MINE | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: showing your relationship with bucky through the song "mine by taylor swift" (Angst with comfort, fluff!) Inspired by Taylor Swift's song:)

•DJ GOT US FALLIN' IN LOVE | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: after a heavy week, you convinced the team to go and spend your night partying in the club. Under the flashing neon lights, something snaps in bucky as he saw someone making a move on you. (Fluff! Tension!)

•ONLY YOU | BUCKY BARNES X SUPERMODEL! READER

Summary: behind the cameras and flashing lights, you only want bucky barnes. Bucky, haunted by his past and overwhelmed by the glitz of her world, begins to question his worth, convinced she deserves someone better and you remind him that he's the only one you want. (Angst with comfort! Smut!)

• EXACTLY MY TYPE | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: the avengers decided to spend a whole weekend at the beach, a couple of guys approached you to hangout with them and you had to tell them who's your type while Bucky looks at you as you step on the poor guys ego. Bucky shows you why he is exactly your type. (Smut! Heavy smut!)

•SPEAK NOW | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: Caught between duty and desire, she agrees to an arranged marriage to save her family’s legacy leaving behind the man she truly loves...Bucky Barnes. Speak now or forever hold your peace, will he? (Angst with comfort) Inspired by Taylor Swift's song:)

•KITCHEN ESCAPADES | BUCKY BARNES X READER

summary: having the whole compound to yourselves, you had your kitchen escapades with bucky early in the morning. (Smut! Fluff)

• HE HAD YOU, BUT NEVER HELD YOU | BUCKY BARNES X READER | STEVE ROGERS X READER

Summary: he had you, but never held you. He took your love for granted and now he watches you from the sidelines with someone who treats you with so much love and with someone who never lets you question your worth. (Angst with comfort, fluff)

•PILLOW TALK |BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: a slow and soft morning with bucky. no work, no chaos, just the two of you wrapped around each other. (Fluff, Smut)

•DRIVE ME WILD | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: a tension filled car ride with bucky barnes. (Smut)

•HE FORGETS YOU. I NEVER DO | BUCKY BARNES X READER | SLIGHT STEVE ROGERS X READER

Summary: You loved Steve, but he made you feel invisible. Bucky Barnes never tried to take his place, he just stayed, cared, remembered you. And in the silence between heartbreak and healing, you realized… it was always him. (Angst with comfort! Fluff)

•I CAN SEE YOU | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary:Caught in a spiral of burning desires with subtle touches, hidden glances, and unbearable tension. Craving more of the subtle touch, each other, Refusing to cross the line, until they finally let their desires unravel and their walls crash down. (Fluff! Tension!) Inspired by Taylor Swift's song:)

•GORGEOUS | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: One reckless night, too much tequila in your system leads to a night filled with laughter, giggles, flirting, and a confession barefoot in the beach with bucky, who reminds you about everything in the morning. (Fluff!) Inspired by Taylor Swift's song:)

•SO IT GOES... | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: Red lipstick and boundaries came crashing down, tangled in each other and unable to let go as they act up on their desires. (Smut!) Inspired by Taylor Swift's song:)

•STYLE | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: He's a storm, Slicked back hair, late night lies and his touch that never stays. She's all red lips, soft hope, always waiting for the storm of his presence. Red lips, white lies, they crash, they burn, they never go out of style. (Smut, little bit of angst and comfort) inspired by Taylor Swift's song:)

•TIE ME DOWN, SERGEANT | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: you begged bucky to tie you down and to use blindfold on you while he makes you feel good. Bucky talks you through it, making you feel good even if you can't see him. (Fluff, smut!)

•RUN TO ME | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: In a mission, you almost lost control of your rage, putting everyone in great danger. You were told that you were better off as a villain intead of being a hero. You felt bad and started overthinking it, bucky felt it, he talked you through it and made sure to always run to him when everything feels too heavy for you. (Angst with comfort, fluff, smut!)

•DIET PEPSI | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: you are an actress and musician, it's the day of the premiere of your song called "Diet Pepsi". You are nervous about how bucky will react but you made sure to always remind him that you belong to him. (Fluff! Angst with comfort)

•DIET PEPSI PART 2 | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: The music video you released is still on Bucky's mind, the car ride after a mission is filled with flirtatious banters and suddenly your song starts playing in the radio. With your constant flirting, he fulfilled your fantasies written in your song, and that was losing your innocence in the backseat, in a parking lot with the risk of being seen and everyone knowing that the song they love is about bucky fucking you in the back seat of his car. (Fluff, smut!)

JOHNNY STORM

•IT'S NOT JUST THE BIKINI, BABY | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: you are a model, and johnny being a supportive boyfriend cheers for you and he unexpectedly gets hard at the sight of you in a red bikini. (Fluff, smut!)

•BE QUIET, BABY | JOHNNY STORM X READER

summary: wherein the team decides to have a movie night. Johnny can't simply keep his hands to himself that it resulted to you and johnny fucking under the blanket with the team around. (Smut! Fluff)

• I GOT YOU, BABY | JOHNNY STORM X READER

summary: while showering, johnny comes home to you with a wrecked mood, slumped shoulders, and sad eyes. He tells you how he doesn't want to lose you, and you assured him he will always have you, he will always have a home in you. (Angst with comfort, fluff, smut!)

•A WAY TO WAKE UP | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: you and johnny knew everything about eachother, there's no doubt that you talked about your needs and kinks. You did. He brought it up, told you how you shouldn't hold back when you need him even if he's asleep, so you did, you woke him up with you grinding against his cock. (Fluff, smut!)

•A WAY TO WAKE UP PT. 2 | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: johnny is no stranger to you moving around when you sleep, you can't stay still. You completely woke him up, he doesn't complain, suddenly an innocent move from your sleeping figure made him crave for you, your ass grinding softly against his clothed cock. So he wakes you up with his head in between your legs. (Smut! Fluff!)

•HER FEARS, HIS DREAMS | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: you're in a relationship with johnny for years now. You suddenly found out you're pregnant and it terrified you. Johnny is a man who dreams and conquers them, he has a list of things he wants to achieve and the thought of holding him down terrifies you. Your biggest fear is holding him down, and your little family is the clearest answer for him that he won't trade this for anything. (Angst with comfort, fluff!)

•MIND BLOWING | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: a day filled with cuddles, laughter, giggles, teasing, and johnny trying to justify why shower sex is safe with him especially after slipping after the first time both of you did it. (Fluff! Slightly suggestive!)

•MARK YOU UP, BABY | JOHNNH STORM X READER

Summary: johnny came across and article online that tells him that every mole in someone's body is where they were kissed by their past lovers, he took that to heart when he remembered you have a lot of them. He vowed to let you forget your "past lover" By trailing his lips against your moles until all you can remember is him and his lips. (Fluff!)

•SNEAKY | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: you're Reed's little sister, forbidden to date Johnny but at night you sneaked inside Johnny's room after using your powers on reed to make him sleep just to have an uninterrupted time with johnny. During intimacy, it slipped your lips what got you so worked up. (It's his tight whit pants;) yeah! ) (SMUT!)

•YOU FEEL LIKE HOME | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: you all arrived late and tired from a mission, seeing your tired figure johnny insisted for you to spend the night with him. When you stepped foot in his room, it's filled with his love for you, Polaroids, your things, a space in his closet, basically everything, and a confessions followed about how you feel like home for him. (FLUFF!)

•EVERY BREATHE YOU TAKE | JOHNNY STORM X READER

summary: barefoot in the kitchen, midnight cereal raids, giggles filling the room, and dancing under the dim lights, sue sees you and johnny in your own little bubble and realizes that her brother is in good hands and so are you. (Fluff!)

•EVERYBODY WANTS TO STEAL MY GIRL | JOHNNY STORM X ACTRESS!READER

Summary: Hollywood is your world, the flashing lights, cameras, red carpets, movies, and fans. Everyone wants you, everyone thinks they can have you. But johnny? He wouldn't let anyone steal his girl. Never. (Fluff!)

•YOU FIRST... YOU LAST | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: In which Johnny Storm ensures that his love is loud enough for you to hear. He makes sure that it's you above anything else. He makes sure to never hide his love for you. He does things that makes your heart flutter, making him 100x more attractive. (Fluff!)

•KITCHEN PLEASURE | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: you were tasked to refill the popcorn, but johnny has other plans and it's to make you scream his name in the kitchen.(smut)

•THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: your boyfriend cheated on you. And now you found yourself against Johnny's bedroom door, his lips on you, while he tells you how he will never do what your boyfriend did to you. In the middle of having your body tangled with johnny, your boyfriend called you and johnny answered the call, letting your pathetic little boyfriend hear how loud you scream Johnny's name. (Smut)

MY HUMAN TORCH, NOT THE WORLD'S | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary:Heartbroken after dating a superficial friend who used him for fame, Johnny Storm finally finds true, quiet love with you, the introverted and loyal friend who sees and accepts the genuine, vulnerable person beneath the Human Torch's fiery exterior.(Fluff)

I'M YOURS| JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: you and johnny broke up, but even before that you booked a trip to korea. So when the time comes and you didn't want to waste the whole itenerary, you went to the trip even after the break up. (Fluff)

STEVE ROGERS

Coming soon...

BILLY LOOMIS

•HIS PRETTY LITTLE PSYCHO | BILLY LOOMIS X READER

Summary: after every successful kill, he goes to you for his reward. He films it all, because everytime before he kills, he needs a reminder what he gets after a kill.(smut)

MIYA ATSUMU

WINNER | MIYA ATSUMU X READER

summary: with his toss and hinata's spike, the ball went flying to the other side of the court and came crashing down the court, winning the entire game. He's a winner and he deserves the best, well afterall he's a gentlemen who's a pussy wrecker. (Smut)

KUROO TETSUROU

Coming soon...

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

TRUTH OR DARE COLLEGE AU | Love and deepspace x reader

Summary: your usual truth or dare nights contains none innocent truth and dares

RECKLESS | caleb love and deepspace x reader

Summary: after being married with caleb for yesrs, the home you once built now comes crumbling down. (Angst)

[lovelyhavenn]

CAUGHT YOU | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: in which johnny storm caught you masturbating, and he punishes you for it.

Warning: p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, oral (m receiving), fingering, spit, creampie, punishments, masturbation, rough sex, more.

Tags: smut!!!You might enounter typographical errors, please be kind to me.

"Oh shit, fuck.... Yes, johnny!" You moaned loud in the comfort of your own room. You closed your eyes shut, your legs started to dhake uncontrollably, your toes curled from too much pleasure, imagining Johnny's fingers scissoring inside of your cunt.

You curled your fingers inside of you, still not reaching places it should be. "Fuck... More, more, more please... " You whined, unsatisfied yet your legs were shaking from the friction. You started rubbing your clit, fast and rough, every bundle of nerve shaken, every nerve in your body shaken too. Your nipple harden, perked and plump. Your breathe hitched, moaning Johnny's name shamelessly.

"Right there, johnny please more... " You cried, circling your fingers more on your reddish clit, occasionally sliding your fingers down inside your hole then back to your clit. "Johnny..." Your breath hitched, your voice wrecked, your lips parted and breathing heavily, sweat dripping, fingers sore from trying to chase your release. But nothing helps. From the sensation, your legs met together, closing from too much pleasure, but you forced them apart, still playing with yourself.

"Look what we have here," Your eyes widen, immediately pulling the covers over yourself. That voice, you know that voice. "Too impatient to even wait for me? Touching yourself to the thought of me, little flame? How cute." It was johnny fucking storm, smirking while you hide yourself from him. Your cheeks started to form a reddish tint from the heat and embarrassment.

Johnny closed the door behind him, hearing a click from the lock. He then looked at you, embarrassment flowing in your body. He crossed his arms, clearly amused at the view of you hiding yourself from him. "No need to hide your pretty body from me when all i heard was my name from your lips. You couldn't finish, baby? Not without my help, hmmm?" He teased, slowly pulling the covers off you. You immediately closed your legs, but he opened it with one hand."Oh my, look at this clit, already red, too much, baby?" He said, flicking his fingers on your clit.

"You listen to me and you listen good and I'll give you what you want, okay?" Seriousness filled Johnny's voice when he stood up from your bed, you looked at him Hesitation and embarrassment washing away off your body. "Come here, lay down." He patted his lap. You laid down, stomach against his lap, ass bare.

"Good girls don't touch themselves without permission." He said, spanking you hard, leaving a hand print on your ass. Surprisingly, it was good, it gave you pleasure. You closed your eyes, biting your lips, feeling the sensation of his hand against you.

"I want to hear you. Speak."

"I won't do it again, johnny." You whined, feeling another spank against your ass. You bit your lips again, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. Licking your lips softly.

"Yeah right, you won't do it again?" His voice stern.

"Yes, i won't do it again." Spank. "Oh fuck!" You yelped.

"What will you do next time?" He asked, voice rough.

"Wait for you!" Spank. "Fuck!" Another spank.

"Yeah, that's fucking right, you wait for me, okay?" You nodded. He caressed your ass, letting the pain of his spank go away. Suddenly, he trailed his fingers in your cunt and out of the blue, he entered three fingers in your hole. He started fingering you hard, rough, hitting every sweet spots that you couldn't reach earlier. He curled his long fingers inside of you, rubbing against your gummy walls.

"Fuck! That's it, johnny, that's it, baby, keep going... Please." You begged, almost crying from too much pleasure. Your legs started to shake, you curled your toes. "You couldn't reach this earlier, baby? Don't worry, I'm here, I'll make you cum hmmm."

You can feel your orgasm building up, your moans got louder, you kept moaning and screaming his name. "Oh so you're a screamer, baby. Cute." He chuckled, you kept screaming his name. "That's it, let them know i make you feel so damn good that all you can remember is my name." You squirted all over his pants.

He laughed, low and rough, smirking right after. "My baby is a squirter, god damn!" Satisfaction was written all over his face. He pulled you up, you straddled him, he started kissing you messily. His kiss was hungry and wet, tongues colliding, spit exchanging, his other hand squeezing your tits, twirling your nipples with his finger, moaning against his lips. He bit your lips, letting it bleed, sucking on it right after. "Fuck... " He flipped you over, he hovered above you, looking straight in your eyes.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He confessed. He stood up from your bed, he stripped his clothes, letting his overly tight white pants fall on the floor, letting his cock sprung free angrily slapping on his stomach.

"Kneel." He commands. You crawled over to him, getting off your bed to kneel on the ground. Johnny held a fistful of your hair. You held his cock with both hands, when you held him your fingertips wouldn't connect just how big he is. You started stroking his cock, spitting on it numerous times. Johnny licked his lips just by looking at you being dirty with his cock, for johnny, the nastier the sex is the better.

You put him in your mouth, trying to take all of him inside of your mouth. But, halfway in, his tip meets your throat, he was just too big. You started sucking him while you stroked the rest of him that wouldn't fit in your mouth. "That's it baby, just like that." He started fucking your mouth, gagging occasionally when his tip touches your throat. Johnny's breathing started to get uneven, that lewd look of your face stuffed full with his cock is enough to push him over the edge, the way you held his cock and it's still too big for your hands makes hin twitch inside of your mouth.

Spit started going anywhere on his cock, pooling in the corner of your mouth but you kept sucking him, making slurping sounds everytime. You also kept stroking hin fast, playing with his balls too while sucking his dick. "Look at your face stuffed with my cock, baby. That's it be a good girl and take all of me." He held you hair tightly, pushing all of him inside of you until your nose touches the base of his cock. You didn't even know that it was possible to fit him all inside of you until he pushed your limits.

"I'm cumming, baby want it in your face." You released his cock with a pop, smiling at johnny. He started stroking his cock fast until he released his loads in your face. Painting your face with his cum. "You're so beautiful, painted with my cum just like that." He used his thumb to clean your face, letting you suck on it right after.

"Bend over, baby." You went back to the bed, kneeling and bending over, your upper body against the bed. You can feel the bed shifting because of johnny, you felt him behind you. "Shit-" You yelped, feeling his tio against your folds, gliding it on your folds, seeing how wet you've become. "Squirt for me okay, make a mess, baby." He suddenly pushed his cock deep inside of you. "Oh fuck! Johnny! Johnny so full!" You screamed.

He immediately started fucking you, not letting you adjust to how big he is. He started to rough rhythm, holding your waist while he pounds deep into you. He kept rocking his hips, making you jolt forward from how rough he was. It was too much pleasure all at once, you kept yelling his name like it's all you know.

"You like that, baby? You like that when i go rough on you." You nodded immediately, you like it, you like how he's handling you. Each drag of his cock lets you clench against him. "I w-want more! Please-"

"More, baby? You're cute when you beg." He started going in a slower pace, one that makes you even more impatient. "Johnny.... " You whined.

"What is it, baby? Want something? Come on, tell me." He teased, now his tip left inside of you.

"Want it rough... Hard, johnny! Ah!" You were startled when he thrusted hard, every thrust hitting your cervix making you jolt. You kept clenching around him, hard, like hugging his cock was the only thing you want. "There you go, baby." He started fucking you rougher this time, making your moans appear broken. Everything was overstimulating, your legs started shaking and you squirted all over the sheets.

"There's my little squirter. I want more of that, okay?" You nodded. He flipped you over, immediately fucking you the second he pressed you down in a mating press. He closed the gao between the two of you, your legs anchored on his shoulder. He looked at you deep in the eyes while his cock wad literally hitting your cervix every thrust. He kissed you deep, hungry, like all he craves is you, there was so much passion with the way he kisses. He wasn't lost in the rhythm of his thrusts, he maintained occasionally going harder every second.

"You belong to me, baby. You belong to me. I'm yours! You get that, say it baby."

"You're mine, johnny! You're mine!" He buried himself deep inside of you, whispering in your ear, breathing heavily. "I'm yours... Baby. Won't last anymore." He said, thrusting once more, chasing both your highs.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Johnny I'm close!"

"Me too, baby." He said, increasing his pace. Your moans got Wilder and louder. "Mhmmmm nghhh, shit! Johnny!" And with that he buried himself deep inside of you, releasing his orgasm deep inside of you while you squirted uncontrollably while your legs kept shaking. Both of your breathe were unsteady, catching them.

"There's a thing such as knocking johnny"

"If i knew what you were doing, i would've kicked this door open." You both laughed.

[lovelyhavenn]

DATING JOHNNY STORM HEADCANONS | FLUFF

•The PDA is Constant. Johnny storm loves showing you off, he isn't afraid to tell the world during a press conference how he managed to win the best girl ever. During interviews he isn't afraid to kiss you. Or when walking, he needs to hold your hand, or put his hand on your back pocket, he needs to hold you at some point. He wants the world to know you're his and he's lucky.

• He's into Sky Writing. He will absolutely fly over your house or your workplace to ask you out on a date or tell you how much he loves you, he will definitely write "i love you" Or "lunch at 12?" With his flames. He's incredibly extra, if he can write it on the sky why text you right. He thinks it's romantic and isn't embarrassed at all.

• He is always Red Carpet Ready with you. He loves taking you into events, he'll even make sure you have the best outfit out there. But in his defense even if you wesr a rag, you're still the most gorgeous woman out there. But, make sure to be patient because johnny storm spends more time in the mirror than you.

•The Human Heater. You have bad period cramps, he's hesting up his hand to put on your lower stomach. You're cold, he's hugging you with so much warmth. You need a blanket during a movie? He will regulate his body temperature to be perfectly warm for you, but beware during movie nights he gets to excited that he might burn the cushion.

•Cooking Disasters, johnny storm is not allowed in your kitchen. Well he is, but only to look, there's a rule he's not allowed to touch anything or cook anything or else the whole kitchen will burn into ashes. He thinks high heat is the only setting that matters and that's why he knows a lot of takeout spots in new york.

• he's always Restless. Johnny storm indeed has a hard time sitting still, he finds the need to always do something. Therefore, lazy sundays involves full blown dancing sessions on the kitchen or arcade runs. But at the end of the day, he ends up asleep in your arns because he's too tired, you often remind him that it's okay to just be.

• johnny has deep Insecurity. Beneath his overly confident pretty boy presona, he worries that he's only being valued for his looks, powers, and fame. So when he's with you, he feels grounded, he feels special, he feels like he's just johnny storm and not the human torch with you.

•He's protective of you. He may joke a lot but when someone bad mouths you, his temperature rises and he's already talking shit about the person face to face. if you're being hit on inappropriately he's throwing hands. In a crowd, he's holding you making sure you're at an eye level so he wouldn't lose you in the crowd. He's insanely loyal to family, to you, and he's willing to protect you from any danger.

[lovelyhavenn]

MIDNIGHT RAIN | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Short drabble (angst)

The city hummed beneath you two, a symphony of ambitions, forgotten dreams and cancelled plans. Johnny, with his firing padsion recounted his latest thrilling adventures." You should've seen it, the rush, the flame, the spark, it's what i live for!" He gestured widely, his eyes with the familiar passion and excitement all in one.

You smiled, practiced, somewhat brittle. "That sounds... Amazing, johnny. Truly amazing, I'm happy for you." You daid, voice a little too quiet but he didn't notice that it wasn't filled with enthusiam, he kept going on and on about his stories that you held onto you mug.

He was wild, a storm that has countless more adventures in an endless horizon. While you want the quiet, the warmth, the settled life. You were always drawn to his spirit, but lately, that spirit is growing walls between the two of you that he failed to notice. He forgot, it was your birthday. He was so busy showing off to people, that he forgot your special day.

​It had started beautifully, a whirlwind romance born of shared laughter and a mutual fascination. He loved your steady presence, the way you grounded him amidst the chaos of his life as the Human Torch.

You adored his passion, his unwavering belief in the extraordinary. You’d envisioned a future, a small apartment, maybe a pet, cozy evenings and shared mornings. You’d even started collecting ideas for furniture, small, hopeful gestures towards a shared domesticity.

But his dreams, you couldn't find it in cozy apartments, or quirt mornings, his dreams are in the upper atmosphere, in the thrill of saving the world, big missions, showing off to the public. He was always reaching, soaring, and you love that about him, back when he wouldn't forget about you. Lately, it's been all about forgetting or camcelling plans, broken promises, or you wouldn't see him at all for weeks.

"You forgot my birthday... " You whispered.

"What was that sweetie?" He asked.

"Nothing... " And he was back to telling you stories about his adventures, not missions of saving the world, just his alone time adventures.

​One evening, after another canceled date because of a sudden emergency, you found him beaming, recounting the details of his heroism. You listened, nodded, but a cold knot tightened in your stomach.

​"Johnny," you began, your voice trembling slightly. "What about us? What about... our future?"

​He paused, his smile faltering. "What do you mean? We're great! We're us!" He took your hand, squeezing it, but his eyes still held that distant, adventurous gleam.

​"I mean," you continued, pulling your hand back gently, "I want more than just stolen moments, broken promises, forgetting me, and canceled plans. I want a life, Johnny. A real life. With you."

​His expression clouded. "This is my life, (Y/N). This is who I am. I can't just... stop." He stood, pacing the small living room, his energy palpable even without his powers. "How can I settle down when there's so much out there, so many people to help, so many new things to see?"

​The words hung in the air, heavy and sharp. You looked at the small, hopeful sketches of furniture, the half formed plans in your mind, and felt them crumble into dust.

​"I know," you whispered, the truth tasting like ash in your mouth. "And I can't stay here, waiting for you to land."

​He stopped, turning to face you, his fiery aura dimmed by a sudden understanding, a deep, painful sadness. The silence that followed was louder than any explosion, any cheer of the crowd. It was the sound of two paths diverging, of a dream being quietly extinguished. He was forever chasing the horizon, and you, forever yearning for a home.

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[lovelyhavenn]

STYLE | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: He's a storm, Slicked back hair, late night lies and his touch that never stays. She's all red lips, soft hope, always waiting for the storm of his presence. Red lips, white lies, they crash, they burn, they never go out of style.

Tags: Smut! Little bit of angst and comfort.

[You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye and I got that red lip classic thing that you like]

It's late, late for anyone to be still up in the compound. You're leaning against bthe railing, seeing how new york glows from your view, the city lights and the streets are busy, full of life, but you weren't. You lit a cigarette, the one you promised to stop smoking, but you relapsed, you kept going back and doing things that aren't healthy, but it feels good to stop. It's not about the cigarette anymore, it's about him and this cycle of hello and goodbyes.

He hates it, he hated the way you smoke, he hates the smell, he hates how its a guilty pleasure of yours. But you can say the same for him, he's a guilty pleasure that you keep coming back for more even if he never stays.

He's not here to witness you smoking. Or maybe he is.

You can hear his boots clashing against the floor, and when you turn, you immediately noticed how good he looks, that damn blue eyes, his messy hair and his leather jacket. He looks at you with a smile, a smile that you hate and love at the same time.

"That red lipstick is going to be the death of me," He says with his voice being rough, something more than teasing.

You scoff, slow. “Didn’t know you still liked it.”

His gaze falls into your oversize shirt, how it falls in your shoulder, showing your bare skin and collarbone. You always smelled trouble for him, your captivating eyes, your pouty red lips, the way you present yourself, it's trouble written all over it.

"I never stopped liking it, sweetheart." He says with a smile. You started walking closer to him, the wind making your hair flow, his perfume going through your system.

"Then why do you always leave?" You ask, it's a question you kept asking him, and he never answers it. Never tells you why. He held your hand, brushing his thumb on your palm. The silence was too loud, too full.

“You always show up when I start forgetting,” you whisper.

“I don’t want you to forget,” he says, like it’s a confession. That's the problem. He keeps leaving but he keeps knocking on your door and you open it wode enough for him. You never learn, you never stopped, because you want more. More from him, and he can never give it. But you didn't care, that's the whole problem.

You're all red lips and white lies, lying to yourself that it doesn't hurt, that he always comes back and maybe stay, but he doesn't. While he's all memory, going back to you just so you wouldn't forget about him, knowing his effect on you he keeps coming to you and it's driving you to madness.

[And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style]

It's always like this, late at night, maybe past midnight when the world is too tired to warn you, to tell you to never open the door. You heard one knock and you immediately knew who it was.

Bucky.

And you let him in, not even a bit of hesitation, or question, you let him in. Your tired eyes met his eyes, like he didn't leave, like he wasn't gone after showing up in that damn rooftop. Somewhere in your chest aches, you know where this is going, you know better than anyone else.

Bucky has his hands on his pocket, looking guilty with a bit of longing in his eyes. "Y/n..." And he says your name like it's a prayer, like a chant, like it's melody. That's all it takes for you to. Fold, to twist in this sick game of white lies and madness.

You let him in again, not just in your door, but in your life. Just when you're trying to forget, he enters. And when you finally want him again, he leaves.

He walks in your apartment, like he knows every bit of it like his body remembers it. How can he not? His presence was always in your room, kissing in your bed, watching a movie in your living room, cuddling on the couch, him hugging you by the kitchen counter while you make your coffee, fighting beside the window, showeing together, everything.

His hand stayed on yours for a little more than ten seconds when you hand him water, feeling your hand against his like it's what keeps him grounded. It's almost enough, almost a successful attempt in making you feel like this will be different. Like this would last. It doesnt, you know it all to well.

"Missed you, sweetheart. So damn much... " He kisses you like it's muscle memory, like it's driven by regret and he's making it up to you. Kissing you like there's no tomorrow, maybe there isn't one for you two, he kisses you like he's making up for the times he left you hanging, wanting more than this cycle. You closed your eyes, kissing him back with the same intensity, pretending that this will last and you don't know how it ends.

You know how this ends, it's you two tangled up in your sheets. Whispering each other's name like it's all you know, like he won't leave, intertwining your hand with his while he's thrusting deep inside you, kissing your lips while you moan in his mouth. Like it means something for him. It probably does and that reason, that meaning will only last for a couple of days, or a couple of hours.

You’ve done this before. Too many times. No matter how much he praises you, telling you he won't leave again while making you feel so damn good, he always does. He leaves without a trace, without warning, and without a goddamn care.

And you'll always be here, watching him leave with your lipstick faded and Pillow cold.

The sound of the door closing is like a silent whisper of "i could never stay" For him. He leaves you breathless, he appears in a couple of days, weeks, or even months. He's never sorry. This thing between you, it never goes out of style. It hurts, but it never goes out of style.

[I say, "I heard, oh That you've been out and about with some other girl, Some other girl"]

You're here with nat, trying to have fun in a bar. But when you entered, you saw him with another girl. He's out with another girl after telling you how much he missed you.

Funny thing is the girl looks like you, the same red lipstick, same style, same hair, same eyes... Everything. But there's a difference, he never takes you out for dancing, never twirls you around in your tight little skirt. He looks at her like he's certain he won't leave while he looks at you like he's always ready to leave.

You dragged natasha out of the bar, and you crashed in her apartment. You sat on the floor, leaning against the kitchen drawer while holding a can of beer, legs pulled up like you're trying to fold yourself, feeling small. Natasha's words are the only thing that you can hear, despite how loud the city is, the buzzing cars, the night being young.

"You have to stop this, y/n. He's hurting you, and you're letting him." Nat say, her voice calm but edged. Like she can feel how hurt you are with whatever is happening with you and bucky, like she knows damn well that it's a spiral of pain you're going through, that it's hard to let go. She's tired of watching you break over the same man.

You don’t answer right away. You simple played with your beer, avoiding her eyes, trying to keep your voice still but it cracks and natasha heard it. "He's with another girl."

Nat looks at you. “He was, we both saw it. ” that feels like a shot through your heart, you told yourself that you don't care, he can date whoever he wants or he can dance with whoever he wants but it hits hard, and you hate it.

"She looks like me, the way he said that he liked my red lipstick, my hair, my eyes, me... She looks like me." You whisper, laughing painfully.

"That's not a coincidence. He knows what he's doing. He knows how to play this damn game." She snaps, angry at how bucky treats you.

You blink hard, the burn of whatever he's doing to you still hurts. "He will come back again... He always does."

“Yeah, but for how long?"

"Short enough to make me feel like it's finally going somewhere, and long enough for to make me forget how he leaves me over and over again. " You sighed, crying softly. Nat scoots over, taking you in her arms while you sob.

"You know that this isn't love, right?" You laughed at her, broken, while tears kept falling.

"It feels like it for a moment, and it's a nightmare for the next." You chuckled, drinking your beer.

"It's not love, it's familiarity. You got used to him, but it's not love." You don't reply, just sobbing in Natasha's arms. It feels stupid how you think of him but he's busy with another girl at this very moment.

Nat watches you closely, softly now. “You deserve more than this, you know that.”

You nod. You always nod.

You always agree to nat saying that you deserve better, you do agree with your whole heart. But when he comes knocking down your door, when the guilt starts to haunt him, you'll open the doors for him, your arms for him.

The cycle is not done. He never really lets you go, you don't want him to. But you know, even when he's with you, he's never fully with you.

[He says, "What you've heard is true, but I Can't stop thinking about you and I. I said, "I've been there too a few times"]

You arrived home from nat, you saw a figure outside your apartment. You know that built, you know that hair, that leather jacket. Bucky's outside your apartment, maybe the guilt kicked in. And when he saw you, he walked fast to you, pulling you for a hug. He smells the beer lingering in your skin, the cigarettes too.

"I heard you were with someone... " You said it while he's hugging you, like you heard it from somewhere. But he doesn't know how you saw it with your own eyes, he's with a girl who looks like you.

"It's true... " He answered, he doesn't flinch, and he didn't try to lie. There was a long silence, and that silence hurts.

When he pulled back, he held your shoulders, maybe holding you down so you wouldn't leave him. That's funny. "I can't stop thinking about us, about you." He said, pleading.

Your lips parted, and he's looking at your red lips. There it is again, he says he can't forget you or that he's thinking about you, but he never is, it's the guilt talking.

"It's impossible for me to not think about you, sweetheart." He says, you're not supposed to believe, this is the style, sweet words to let him in again. But you never learn.

"I've...tried to get with other people, to be in their arms. But no one's like you." He confessed, you bit the inside of your cheeks. He was literally with someone who looks like you, even laughs like you, he looked happy, and now... He's here. A liar.

You laugh softly, bitter and tired. “We’re sick, you know that?”

“I know. But i don't want anyone else, sweetheart.” you're a liar, bucky. A damn liar.

"You always leave me bleeding...waiting." You whispered with a strained voice.

"I do... I'm sorry, sweetheart." He whispers back, hand pressed on your cheek. His lie cuts deeper than any lie ever could. You stepped back, walking towards your door, opening it again for him. You let him in, again.

He doesn't kiss you immediately. He just kept saying how much he missed you, how much you mean to him. He's saying sorry for the way he leaves you bleeding, that he leaves you without warning. But, he'll do it again. He'll apologize and do it again the next day.

You don't talk about the girl, he doesn't mention the girl to you, afraid of how you'll react that he's with a girl who looks exactly like you. You don't even talk about why he keeps leaving and eventually comes back for a moment.

This isn't love. You get it.

But it never goes out of style.

[You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt And when we go crashing down, we come back every time]

The team is having a game night in the compound. You were contemplating if you were going, natasha asked you to come but understood if you wouldn't want to come because Bucky's there. It's been months, he left you again, natasha is more than willing to spend time with you in your apartment or in hers.

Despite contemplating, you still decided to go. You wore a white tube top, black skirt and a big leather jacket that you bought, maybe because it reminds you of him.

The moment you arrived in the compound, you saw him, slicked back hair, white shirt and black pants. He saw you too, he saw you again after leaving you without a warning, how that night you were tangled in your sheets and the next you woke up without any trace of him, no text or call, not even a note.

The team hugged you one by one, telling you how much they missed your presence in the compound. You only showed up for missions, for reports, you never stayed because it means you'll see him again, you'll see him with someone maybe. You don't want to find out.

He steps infront of you, like he's good at it, like it's the only thing he knows, showing up infront of you like he didn't leave.

"You look good," he says.

You shrug. "You always say that when you want something."

He grins, smirks. he's treating this like a game, like you're a game he never gets tired of losing, of playing. You watch him, the way his shoulder seems heavy like he's carrying regrets and none of them are regrets from doing this over and over again to you. It doesn't seem like the regret comes from coming back to you, leaving, and again and again until it's a fucking cycle.

He grins, like you're a game he never gets tired of losing.

“You still mad?” he asks. Who wouldn't be mad. Who wouldn't be fucking mad, he's treating you like he can always come back to you. You're not mad at him, you're mad at yourself for letting it happen each time. You could've pushed him away, but you didn't, you couldn't. That's messed up.

You raise a brow. “Which time?”

He laughs, but it doesn't reach his eyes the same way when he danced with that girl. "I don't want to hurt you." He says. He's been hurting you over and over again and suddenly he doesn't want that now. Did he grew tired of piercing daggers in your heart, when you kept forgiving him, he also kept leaving with his words and promises.

“No,” you say slowly. “you always did.” He looks away. Because you’re right.

And still he found courage to reach for you, the way his skin brushed over you made you forget you're mad. Because the truth is, you're in this cycle too. It hasn't stopped yet, it's still going. He keeps apologizing, and you're a dumb girl in a tight little skirt and red lipstick that prays that he finally means it. But it won't end like you hope it would because it would come crashing down, it always does.

He'll hold you like he means it. You'll let him like he's yours, he's not. And that's how you break. And later, you'll lay in bed in silence like it didn't hurt at all.

[Take me home, Just take me home. Yeah, just take me home]

You're both in his room, the way you whispered in his ear during game night to take you home, and he did. He took you in his apartment, clothes thrown everyone. Hands on each other, desperate and eager.

His lips on your body, your lips, your jaw, down to your neck. Kissing it like he missed you, like he's telling you that he loves you. Your red lipstick all over his body, his face, his chest, his shoulders, his cock.

The way you moan his name, like it's the last time. The way he thrust deep in you, exploring every bit of your hole because he wasn't able to do it for the past months when he left you. The way he groans, he pants, telling you how good of a girl you are for him, taking him so good, so well.

How he hugs your body, how you clung onto him while he spreads your legs to go in deeper, to burry himself in you deeeper. With every thrust, it's your name he whispers. His body glued to you, your breasts on his chest, tugging on his hair while he says your name along with a broken moan.

He looks at you like he knows how heavy the weight of whatever is happening in this cycle. The exhaustion of push and pull, the damage that it leaves. The damage he leaves. He kissed your lips tenderly, soft, just taking his time to make you feel good, trying to erase his faults and lies with a kiss. But it doesn't work that way.

You kissed back, tasting his lips like you're trying to remember what it's like when this first started.

"I'll try... " He whispers. That's the saddest part, he'll try but he won't ever say that he wants too. You layed down beside him, he's hugging your body tight, like he's afraid that he will lose you.

But he already did. Multiple times. This just makes it official.

When the weight of his slumber gets the better of him, you slipped off his touch, wore your clothes and left.

You didn't look back. You didn't call or text. You didn't ask him if you could leave. You didn't leave a note. You just left.

You left the way you should've the first time he did.

He left you the first time, and now you're leaving him for the last time. To end this all.

Because for you, this cycle is hell. You never go out of style, you left him the same way he always does. With no warning.

[lovelyhavenn]

GORGEOUS | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: One reckless night, too much tequila in your system leads to a night filled with laughter, giggles, flirting, and a confession barefoot in the beach with bucky, who reminds you about everything in the morning.

Tags: pure fluff!

[You should take it as a compliment, That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk. You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong]

The music echoes in the club, flashing neon lights, drunk people dancing to their hearts desire everywhere while they are spilling drinks too. You shined on the dance floor, your frame glowing with the neon lights in the club. You sway your hips to the rhythm of the music, natasha, and wanda drinking and dancing along with you, having the time of your lives.

Wanda used her magic to change the music into a fun one, where all people in the club sing and cheered, bodies bumping at each other while trying to dance and drink at the same time. You're tipsy, just enough to get bold and look at bucky from across the room, in the bar sitting with steve and drinking with his slevees rolled up.

While dancing, you faced him, your every move, the way your hips swayed, your hair bounced or the way you twirled while calling bucky to dance with you. He stood up, leaving steve all alone in the bar, he smiled while making his way to you, trying to walk pass drunk people who are too drunk to care.

"Hey, i see you're enjoying yourself." He whispered, lips almost brushing your ear. He leaned down to talk to you, trying to make his voice audible for you.

You giggled at him, dimples showing. "God, bucky, your voice sound so serious. Always so broody, you sound like a male lead in a romance drama." You hooked your arms in his nape, pulling him close while his arms wrapped itself on your waist, guiding your body to the rhythm of the music.

Bucky chuckled low, raising his brow with a smirk,"that's oddly specific." You laughed with a nose scrunch. Bucky is fucking beautiful, so damn attractive that you hate it that he's not yours.

"If i ever have your voice, i won't shut up!" You giggled, the alcohol kicking in your system, almost stumbling over but bucky held you firmly against him.

"Uh huh, sure you won't." Bucky answered, gaze lingering a lot longer on your lips. The air, your surrounding fizzes over in the background.

[And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us, He's in the club doing, I don't know what. You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much ]

Your arms still around him, all giggly and drunk. "Bucky... " You called, body still swaying from the music that has died down because of his presence, the way that it all disappears in the back because your focus is on him.

"Wanna tell me something, doll?" He asked, smiling because of you, this is one of the nights that bucky smiled too much for his own liking, but he couldn't stop even if it hurt his jaw. His palm on your cheek, while his free hand still holding you just so you wouldn't fall. You shifted your position, holding both his cheeks now, making him face you while you're admiring his face.

“You’re too good looking,” you mutter at him, still holding his cheeks while giggling. Bucky on the other hand is trying his hardest not to smile, but his lips, his heart betrayed because he's smiling like an idiot. “It’s offensive.”

He quirks a brow, smiling like it's his work. “Offensive?”

“Like criminal. Get arrested for being to good looking, how is that possible though? You're like the most good looking guy here dancing with me!" You tried to move, you almost fell but bucky was quick enough to catch you despite smiling so much.

He chuckles, leaning in. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m always drunk around you,” you shoot back. “On purpose. I mean not really, but most of the time."

His grin widens, not really expecting anything but he kept smiling, stupidly grinning like a lovesick teenager. “Why’s that?”

You look up at him, shrugging like it’s no big deal, your eyebrows knit together while you pouted your lips for a moment. “So I can blame it when I say things like... I got a boyfriend.”

Bucky pauses. “You got a what?” he was stunned, not sure if he's supposed to believe you, not letting go because if he did you'd fall on the floor.

You smirk, leaning against him, hooking back your arms in his neck, throwing your head back for a moment because of the music. “Yeah, i have one. He’s older than me. He's always Brooding and is so damn Mysterious, it's hot, really. Looks great in dark colors. You'd hate him, but i don't!" You giggled, eyes shining while bucky looks at you like he doesn't want to take his eyes off you.

He narrows his eyes. “Uh huh. Where is he?"

You glance around the club like you’re searching. Then you turn back to Bucky and shrug, with a pout. " I don't know, somewhere here, probably drunk, but oh he doesn't get drunk! He's probably being all mysterious somewhere, staring at me like really really hard like I'm about to give him a heart attack." You scrunch your nose, tapping his nose out of nowhere.

He blinks, trying to process everything you just said. He looked down, then back to you with the smile that almost died down because of hearing that you have a boyfriend. He grins, smiling, chuckling in disbelief.

“Oh my God,” he whispers softly. “You’re talking about me, doll." He chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You gasped dramatically, " I would never!"

“You absolutely would.”

You're both laughing now, everyone else blurred in the background. The neon lights flashing over your faces, he admired how your drunk flushed face was giving you rosy cheeks. He carefully leans over you, just enough to close the gap but also enough to keep your heart stammer.

"You dream about me being yours, doll?"

You looked at him like you're trying to think. Bucky is finding everything that is happening right now too much for him in a good way, like he wanna stuff you on his pocket and take you home. “Only on Tuesdays, ”you answer, laughing.

“It’s Friday night, or almost Saturday, doll."

“i also think about you on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays! Fuck you, never tired running on my mind everyday." He laughed with your sudden confession, finding it absolutely cute. You tiptoed, like telling him a secret.

“You’re so cool, it makes me hate you,” you whisper. “Just a little.”

He looks down at you, eyes crinkled, voice low. “Good. Because i think you're so cool too, and i think about you all the time."

You’re both grinning.

[You've ruined my life, by not being mine]

You’re both laughing about something neither of you can remember anymore. You hiccup. Walking out of the club like it's so chaotic, laughing over anything and everything.

"You walk so fast, so tall like a skyscraper!" You laughed, you don't even have a hard time catching up to him because he's holding you firmly against his side.

"And you're so short, doll. I kept losing you in a club like a racoon in a hoodie." He slurs back, joking. You looked at him with a pout before talking back again, dramatically.

"racoon!? I don't look like rocket! I mean he's cute... Really is, but I'm don't look like a racoon, bucky. Do i look like rocket? "

"A cute racoon, doll. Like with little hands and a whole lot of attitude." He grins.

You squint. “You’re drunk.” you guys kept stopping, making it a thirty minute trip just to get out of the club. You guys stumbled, laughed, giggled everywhere.

He points at you with his grin, "no. you're drunk. I don't get drunk, doll."

“You’re more drunk.”

“I have the serum in my veins, doll, I'm perfectly fine. Want me to carry you?” he asked, getting ready to carry you on his back.

You giggle, tripping over a crack in the sidewalk. Bucky catches you, pulling you flush against him. Your face is so close to his you can smell the citrusy drink he had earlier. He stares down at you, dazed, still smiling.

“You smell good,” he says suddenly. “Like... Tequila, cotton candy and a whole lot of bad decisions." He bit his lips, stopping himself from smiling again because his jaw hurts. It's aching from constantly smiling the whole night. But he still smiles anyway.

You blink, getting flustered, trying to hide yourself on his chest. “You should stop talking.”

He nods solemnly. “That would be smart.”

But neither of you move, you lifted your head from his chest, faces dangerously close, one move and he's on you. But you laughed, breaking away, getting flustered, red.

"That rosy cheeks of yours is going to be the death of me, doll." He compliments, touching your cheeks with his hands.

"Come on sergeant of sweet talks, we're going to the beach!" You screamed, holding his hand, trying to run to the beach. The club that you went to has a beach front. You stopped running while pulling bucky, you bent over trying to take your heels off, struggling.

"Okay, doll, let me take it off, just relax." He kneeled on the sand, taking the strap of your heels and holding it in his hand.

"Keep doing that and you'll ruin my life by not being mine, bucky-"

“You’re gonna forget you said that tomorrow,” he calls after you, but he’s grinning like a fool.

You walked away from him. “Nope. I’m gonna write it in my diary.”

He jogs to catch up. “no need, I'm going to remind you!"

[You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face. 'Cause look at your face ]

It's way past midnight and here you are and bucky finding yourselves barefoot in the beach, shoes and heels somewhere in the sand, your hearts racing with a reason that you'll never admit out loud.

The moon and lights shined over the ocean, the sound of the waves soothing your drunkness while Bucky's admiring your chaotic figure who is giggling, smiling and laughing for the tiniest reason. He founds that endearing, cute and carefree, wishing that you both can be just this together, no missions, just peace within the two of you.

You dipped your feet on the sea, laughing at how cold it was, gasping while feeling the coldness of the sand in between your toes. You pulled bucky next to you, his pants wet from the water because he forgot to roll his pants up.

“I swear this beach is tilted, like it's not straight or whatever” you huff, clinging onto his arm just so you wouldn't fall.

“It’s not the beach, doll,” he says, raising a brow. “It’s the tequila in your bloodstream.”

You shove him playfully, walking away from him, splashing him with some of the ocean water. He splashed you some too, gentler. The ocean breeze brushes over your hair, making it flow that captivates bucky.

He watches you with that lazy, amused smirk. you finally stopped walking away from him, just standing there and facing him. The silence, the sound of the waves echoes, it finally hits you. He looks perfect under the moonlight, his hair disheveled, his eyes beautifully ocean blue, his top now untucked with his slevees still rolled up showing his arms. He looks at you, lips parted, some hair on his face, dogtags dangling visibly on his chest, and like he's fighting something inside him.

And he looks at you with your blue above the knee dress, the kind of blue that matches his eyes, your hair flowing beautifully in the direction of the wind, your eyes hazel brown that looks perfect under the moonlight and your cheeks, being so rosy with or without the alcohol, it drives him crazy.

And suddenly you're speechless, no giggles, no teasing, no playing, just your heart speaking for you.

He tilts his head, eyes flicking over you. “What?”

You blink. “Nothing.” you managed to let out. He walks closer, just a few steps, and you swear the waves get louder just to match your pulse.

You inhale sharply. “You’re so—” he stops, you freeze, heart thumping crazily.

He raises a brow. “I’m so…?”

You point your finger at his face. “that... "

He squints. “My face?”

"Yes, bucky, that face!" You exclaimed, flustered, stepping back with your palm hiding your face. " t's not fair. You should come with a big warning. Warning, my face is lethal, do not interact unless you want your knees to be weak!"

Bucky laughs, warm and rich. “You’re so drunk.”

“Drunk? I’m practically going insane because of you,” you mumble. “I can’t even look at your face without short-circuiting. I can't even look at you without wishing I'm yours. ”

He bites back a smile. “You mean that, doll? ”

“I HATE how much I like you, bucky. It's crazy, really crazy. You're not the crazy one, it's me. God, i don't even know what I'm saying-”

“You’re really saying all this out loud, huh?”

“I have no filter left. It died back at the club, no wonder I'm fucking blabbering right now.” He steps closer again, soft now. Close enough for you to hear him breathe.

“You think I don’t feel the same way about you?” he says quietly. “You think I haven’t been dying, short-circuiting, watching you all night, in that dress, with that smile, saying things like I’m your boyfriend. I almost died when you said you had a boyfriend, that maybe i lost my shot, but you looked at me, described me, god i wish it wasn't just the alcohol talking."

You stare at him, stunned, barely able to breathe.

“I can’t say anything to your face either,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek.

“Why?” you whisper.

He smiles, heartbreakingly soft. “Because look at your face, doll. You're not exactly the only one going crazy in here, doll. I'm crazy for you, for one year now, I'm much of a coward to admit it. ”

You’re both frozen. The only sound is the ocean. Your racing hearts.

You burst out laughing. “We’re so stupid.

He laughs too. “God, we really are."

[And I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way. But what can I say? You're gorgeous]

You're both walking again, instead of taking a taxi back to the compound, you decided to walk. If you can call it walking, you're running away from bucky while he's chasing you, or walking in a zigzag while bucky is holding you while he also held your heels.

You bump shoulders again with him, for the fifth time.

"You're doing that on purpose, doll." He said, laughing, but he didn't mind.

"Am not!" You argued.

"You are. I can tell, doll."

"I'm furious at you, bucky!" You exclaimed, crossing your arms, almost sending him a heart attack. He held your shoulders gently.

"What did i do, baby?" He asked, softly, gently.

"Made me fall for you." You giggled again, hiding your face.

"Oh-" Bucky's worries washed away, his lips forming a smile.

"Okay, that's enough. I'm going to carry you, doll." He chuckled, you didn't even protest, just opened your arms and he carried you like a bride, your arms around his neck.

"It's actually so rude, babe. Like who the hell gave you permission to walk inside the compound with your pretty little gorgeous face, your attractive arm, your voice that is to die for and you're charming like really charming! immediately making me week on the knees. That's crazy!"

“You think I’m charming?” he says, grinning.

“I think I want to throw my shoe at your face but also maybe hold your hand after. And maybe be yours too. Oh! I'm already yours! God!" You giggled, remembering his confession earlier.

He snorts, completely amused. “You’re drunk. But yeah, I'm all yours."

You gasp. “How dare you?! I’m drunk yeah, but I'm incredibly honest. Don't care, you already said it, no take backs, I'm yours!"

He’s grinning like a fool now, moving closer. “Yes, baby, I'm all yours. All of me, all yours."

“Yeah!” you say, pouting. ” I'm yours, you're mine, the way it should be."

You look up at him, the smallest smile sneaking onto your lips.

“You’re gorgeous.” you smiled, complimenting him again.

Bucky stares at you for a beat, then bursts out laughing. He doubles over slightly, running a hand down his face. “takes one to know one, baby. You're more gorgeous, breath taking."

You grin.

He looks down at you again, cheeks a little pink. “You’re gonna remember this in the morning?”

You pretend to think. “Mm… probably not. But maybe you’ll remind me. But i would never forget that i finally have bucky barnes, all to myself."

He chuckles. “Oh, I will remind you, baby."

[If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her, But if you're single that's honestly worse]

3am and Bucky is still carrying you down the hallway of the compound, he thought you were asleep, letting the tiredness drown your body, but he heard you calling for him.

"Bucky?" You call.

"Yes, doll? Need anything, almost there in your room." He asked, telling you that you're almost there.

"Do you have a girlfriend? I think you do, it's worst if you don't, i have no one to be jealous at. " You asked, half asleep, you honestly don't know what you're saying anymore, bucky just chuckled.

"Yes, doll. I do."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she's half asleep in my arms asking me if i have a girlfriend. She's drunk, probably will forget me in the morning, but I'll just remind her again and again." Bucky chuckled, looking at your tired face in his arms.

"She's a bitch if she forgets." You slurred.

"She's precious. I'll make sure to remind her."

[You make me so happy, You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad ]

The sunlight peaks through the curtains, warming your face before even processing everything. You groan, feeling your headache and the alcohol in your system leaving. When you try to roll over, you felt strong arms in your body.

You slowly open your eyes, squinting, adjusting to the light. You almost gasped loud, what is bucky barnes doing right next to you? Shirtless-

"Good morning, doll." That smug voice, greeting you with a smile. He's also half asleep, hair messy, breathing softly. His arm over your waist, like it belongs there, the blanket tangled over your bodies lazily.

You freeze. “No.”

He laughs. “Oh yes.”

You pull the blanket over your face, remembering every bit of the things you have said and did yesterday. “We are not talking about it.”

“We’re absolutely talking about it.” he teases.

You groan into the pillow. “blame the tequila-"

“You told me I ruined your life,” he says, completely unbothered, “because I wasn’t yours, which i did remind you that i was yours." You started groaning even more, kicking your feet while hiding yourself in a pillow.

He shifts closer. “You also said I was gorgeous. Multiple times, i can't even remember how much you said it. Oh, you also told me i am your boyfriend, doll."

“You are a menace, bucky-" You can feel your cheeks heating up.

“And then,” he continues, clearly enjoying this, “you said, and I quote 'I can’t even look at your face without short-circuiting. I can't even look at you without wishing I'm yours.' " He said, trying to mimick your drunk giggly voice.

You're still going crazy, bucky is trying to take the pillow off your face and saw how red your cheeks are. “I’m moving to a remote island. With no Wi-Fi and i won't need to see your gorgeous face, NO WAIT-" you closed your eyes shut, feeling even more embarrassed.

He grins, sitting down while he looks down at your flustered face, smiling at the way you're remembering everything. You hid your face on the palm of your hands. “You were so flustered, sweetheart. It was adorable.”

You peek at him through your fingers. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“I am, baby. I am." Bucky lays down beside you, on his side, looking at you. He He tugs your hand down gently, and now you’re face to face, barely inches apart. His voice softens.

“You wanna know something, though?”

You don’t breathe. “What?”

He smiles. Not teasing. Not smug. Just soft. "I wanna do this with you. I wanna be yours, i already said it last night, but i did promise to remind you. I'm yours, baby. All yours. You wanna do this with me too?"

You blink, lips forming a smile. "Yeah... What i said was all true, even if i was drunk and stupid. Bucky, i wanna do this with you. Together."

"Baby, wanna tell you something." He said, smiling.

"Yeah?"

"You're gorgeous, drop dead gorgeous."

Then immediately pull the blanket over your entire face again. “I HATE YOU.”

He laughs, tugging it back down just enough to see your red cheeks. “Nah. You’re just mad because I beat you to the compliment this time. Damn baby, your rosy cheeks gets me high, so damn cute."

You pout, no longer hiding. “I liked it better when I was the hot mess and you were the quiet one-"

He kisses your cheek, featherlight. “Too late. I’m drunk on you now. And this time, i won't need to remind you because you will feel it all." He starts attacking you with kisses, you giggle trying to hide yourself but you ended up taking all his kisses.

[lovelyhavenn]

I CAN SEE YOU | BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary:Caught in a spiral of burning desires with subtle touches, hidden glances, and unbearable tension. Craving more of the subtle touch, each other, Refusing to cross the line, until they finally let their desires unravel and their walls crash down.

Tags: tension, too much tension! Inspired by "i can see you by taylor swift"

[You brush past me in the hallway And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya? I've been watchin' you for ages, And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it]

The hallway is quiet. Too quiet for how fast your heart’s beating, too quiet that all you can hear are your sneakers hitting the floor.

You're heading back from the gym, body still shining from sweat, your sports bra clinging to your body perfectly, a white towel slung over your neck, wiping your sweat with it. You're drinking water when you felt his shoulder, his fingers, brushing over yours.

Bucky.

No words, he didn't talk, he didn't call you. The way his shoulder, his fingers touched your skin, you felt this sort of an electric touch, you felt it. He acts like it didn't mean a damn thing, but it did, the hallway was large enough, why did he have to brush past you.

You paused, you trailed your eyes to him who's now walking away from you slowly. He has this cocky walk, all broad shoulders and a very, very smug smile like he knows what he's doing. You know what's he's doing, you're seeing past through him, you've been for a while now.

“that was intentional, ” you mutter under your breath with a scoff. But he hears it. He stops.

Your eyes squints at him softly, looking at his figure with his whole body now facing you, arms crossed over his chest. That smile, that smug smile. He looks at you like he knows that you know that he's watching, and he's not stopping anytime soon.

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” Bucky says. His voice low, edged with amusement, with pride, seeing this as a challenge. Who would crack first, or who would make a move first.

You cross your arms, trying to sound unaffected about him. But you are, you just don't show it. If that's the game he wants to play, sure, you'd play this very dangerous game too. “I always notice.”

His steps are slow, steady, calculated as he makes his way towards you. Not too close, but close enough to be able to hear his breathing, the way he's to calm about this.

You hate the way he looks so damn good in that leather jacket, or the way his eyes dropped to your glistening lips. The way he plays with his voice, knowing the right edge to it to rile you up.

“You’ve been watchin’ me,” he says, voice a quiet rasp. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

You exhale, he walked closer to you, slowly closing the gap between your figures. You can hear each other clearly, Heartbeat to heartbeat, or even the unsteady breathing.

“yeah, you were doing the same to me. you weren't so slick about it, barnes."

He chuckled. His voice dropped the smug, just pure tension now. It's the kind that can make anyone weak in their knees, the way his voice softens in such a low tone that only you can hear, it makes you wanna play with his hair while you kiss him.

“And you?” he pauses. “You’ve been trying not to feel it.” His jaw tenses. That damn metal hand holding your shoulder.

“I do feel it, so fucking much actually. ” you managed to tease, a smirk forming your lips. Neither of you backed away, just stayed there for a moment.

For a moment, you felt like nothing matters in the background anymore, it was just quiet. It was just the two of you, unsteady heartbeats towering over you and bucky. He lets go of your shoulder, but his knuckles brushed against yours. His touch lingered, that even he lets go, you can still feel it, crave for it.

You could kiss him.

He could kiss you.

And yet...

You both don’t move, just letting the space speak every unspoken word in your minds right now. Then someone’s footsteps echo from the elevator.

You both break apart instantly, backing away from one another like touching was illegal. Like being close is restricted. Like desire is a secret that no one should know, that you're scared to explore.

He gives you one last look before walking off again.

This time, you let him go but you can’t stop smiling.

[But what would you do if I went to touch you now? What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a sound?]

You're in a safe house after a mission with bucky, steve decided that it's best for you guys to rest before going back to the compound the next day. Steve gives the coordinates of the safe house and you and bucky hurried there, it has been a long day and this is a much needed rest.

You and bucky ran towards the safe house when the rain kept pouring in, shoulder to shoulder, trying to keep up with each other. When you closed the door behind you, there was a moment of silence washing over the two of you. His eyes were fixed on you, like he didn't want to look away, like you'd disappear from his sight.

"You're drenched," He spoke. You looked down, your black long sleeves clinging into your body, hugging it. You looked away, finding an extra pair of clothes in the drawers, but you saw nothing. When you looked back, you saw bucky handing you an extra pair of his shirt.

"Change into this. You can use the bathroom first, i don't mind." You took the shirt from him, before you could even say thank you, he already walked away. You took a bath, wearing his shirt that falls down to your thighs.

“Warm in here,” you murmur, sitting down infront of the fireplace with Bucky's shirt on. You glaned at him, blinking softly before looking back at the fireplace. You feel his eyes flick toward you. Just for a second. Maybe two.

“Something bothering you?” you ask, voice soft and teasing. You noticed how he wouldn't sit still, your leg pressed against him.

He gives a quiet scoff. “You.” his voice rough around the edges.

You blink, pretending surprise. Of course you aren't. “Me?”

“You keep looking at me like that,” he says, eyes still on you like he's trying now to push himself but he can't take his eyes off you. “Like you know exactly what you’re doing.”

" What am i doing?" You let your fingers trace on his wrist, touch almost featherlight. A touch that is too intentional yet innocent.

“lie to yourself, ” he scoffed, chuckling right after. He finally looks at you with those steel blue eyes, his stare heavy, squinting for a moment.

"I can say the same to you, barnes." You chuckled.

“I’m trying to be good,” he says under his breath.

You smile, teasing him, while you lean more into him a tad bit closer, trying to close the gap between you two. “And how’s that going?”

“poorly. ” he chuckled, under his breathe, eyes on your finger and the way it touches him. There's a subtle silence, only hearing the fire crackle or the way your heart beats being this close to bucky. Then being such a tease, you made sure your lips brushed over his ear.

Bucky felt your breathe against him, your body touching his. It drives him crazy, insane, almost losing his composure because of how you close you are.

" Uh huh, i can see that, james. ” He turns to you so fast it makes your breath hitch, his face inches from yours, but he doesn’t touch you. Doesn’t move closer, because if he did, his lips would clash to yours.

Your body against him, his lips inches from yours, his unsteady heartbeat because it drives him insane how close you are and how much he wants you.

"You make it very hard for me to control myself," He whispered.

And still… neither of you makes the first move.

You just sit there, burning in it.

['Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me and I could see you up against the wall with me. And what would you do, baby, if you only knew? That I can see you]

The hallway is dim, it's empty except there's you and bucky. You're leaning against the doorframe near the practice room, waiting for him to pass by while sipping on your water bottle, sweaty and breathless.

Here's the thing, you feel his presence even before seeing his figure walk pass you.

Bucky.

He's down the hall, standing far away from you but his eyes, you can see them even if the lights are dim. You can see the way he pretends to not see you but his eyes still lingered on you. His arms are crossed, eyes on you, you can feel it.

You raise a brow, lips forming a small smile. “Need something, Barnes?”

He doesn’t answer. Just walks toward you slowly, boots heavy against the floor. His boots being the only sound you can hear. You stayed against the doorframe, your pulse skipping because of him, trailing him with your eyes.

He stops a foot in front of you. He's too close, bodies almost colliding with one another. One move and you're all over him, one more time he steps forward he's glued to you. None of you moves, just stayed there.

“You always stand here after training?” he murmurs, asking you with a low tone. It's just the two of you, but the way he keeps his tone low as if anyone would hear, only you can hear him is fucking attractive.

You shrug, touching his chest with your finger. “Only when I know you’re gonna come walking down that hallway.”

His lips formed a smirk, a smile, eyes looking down on you, staring at your parted lips and this space, if you can call this a space.

“What are you doing?” you asked him gently, snapping him from locking eyes with you.

“I don’t know,” he whispered.

“What are you about to do?” you answer, your fingers never leaving his chest. Eyes locked onto his lips, the way they glisten, the way they look so plump.

He moved closer, holding your waist with everytime he walks forward you step back and eventually hitting a wall, locking your body with his, caging you in his arms, your back pressed against a wall, he lets go. He wants to touch your waist again, but he stops and curls his fist to his side.

“You make it hard to walk away,” he breathes. You tiptoed, holding onto his shoulder, leaning just a little closer to his ear, brushing your lips against his ear.

“Then don’t.” when you pulled away, you locked eyes with him.

His forehead almost touches yours now. You stayed silent, just the sound of your heartbeats trying to compete, trying to tie its sound as one. You could kiss him, he could lean down and kiss you, he could pin you right here against the wall and never tell a single soul about it, but instead, bucky stepped back, just Barely, as if he doesn't want too but chose to.

“You’re gonna be the end of me,” he mutters, and walks away.

You exhale like you’ve been holding your breath for a year. A small smile creeped your lips.

[And we kept everything professional but something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like. They keep watchful eyes on us]

You sat across bucky at a long conference table. Everyone is here for a meeting, to talk about the next move, what's the right decision, a precise one. Yeah, what's your next move, bucky? Everyone looks focused, calculated, while you? You're not, but so is bucky.

His foot moves to touch yours under the table, boots clashing. It could've been an accident, except he doesn't pull back, he doesn't flinch when he looks at you. His steel blue eyes meeting yours, gaze stayed on you longer than necessary. It's supposed to be nothing, but it's everything.

You should keep this professional with crisp nods, clear reports, calculated strategies, but it's hard to be proffesional when he's like this. When he's making you want him, when you're making him want you.

"Y/n," The way he says your name. He stood up from his seat, leaning a little bit to hand you the intel. The way his fingers linger on yours, the way his hand purposely grabbed yours, the way you two didn't even blink when you locked eyes while his hand is on yours while trying to hand you the folder.

The way he doesn't even want to let go, but has too because of eyes, eyes on the two of you standing, leaning close to each other with the folder both in your hands.

"Focus, barnes." You mouthed at him. He smirks, leans back against his chair, eyes still on you, occasionally glancing to the screen but his eyes will still find yours.

And no once can see the way you curl your fist, not because you're pissed, but because you can't reach for him under the table. While bucky, his eyes do all the talking, imagining the things he wants to do but can't. That's suffering for the two of you.

[So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet. You won't believe half the things I see inside my head. Wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened yet]

It's 1:43 am, your back is pressed against the wall with Bucky's arm around your waist, his warm breath against your ear. It's too close, to still, move bucky, just move. He pulled back, hands still on you, but his face is now inches apart from you, free hand on your cheek. You touched his face, slowly hooking your arms around him.

“We need to move. Fast and quiet,” he murmurs, voice low, his lips brushing against your jaw like an accident. “Before anyone sees.”

Your chest rises with his, like it's some rhythm. You nodded, but you didn't move, so did bucky. You wanted to stay like this, he wants that too, bucky wants to be this close to you more than anything else.

His gaze went to you lips, to your face, then snapped out of it as if he regrets it. Seems like he regrets it but he doesn't even move an inch, you're still in his arms.

“You okay?” you asked.

He exhales, slowly. “If you knew the things running through my head right now…” His eyes darken. Only if he knew what are the things running in your mind too, he'd break if he knew.

“Try me.” you challenged.

Bucky shakes his head softly, chuckling for a moment. “Nope. Can’t. You’d never look at me the same.”

“bucky, if only you know what are the things running through my mind too." You confessed, tiptoeing to lean closer to him.

That's it, it slipped from both of your lips. The way you two craved for each other, the way you think about each other so often. Then you both hear footsteps. Voices.

You snap apart, too fast, pretending that you two weren't all over each other, lips brushing against each other's ear or jaw, or how you touch each other with your fingers on his chest, your arms around his neck, or even his arms on your waist.

But as he turns to lead you down the hallway, his fingers touched yours. It's not an accident, it was never an accident in the first place. You follow him closed behind, eyes locked on his back as he reached for your hand.

Turns out you has been thinking about each other.

[I could see you throw your jacket on the floor. I could see you make me want you even more. What would you do, baby, if you only knew? That I can see you. ]

You follow him behind, the door behind you locking shut. The citylights and the way the city hums with adrenaline peaks in your window.

Bucky pinned you against your door, touching you like he craves it, like he's memorizing you. "Do you even know what you do to me, doll?" He asked, lips almost touching yours, his hands caressing your waist.

“i drive you crazy? Good. Because you drive me crazy, james." You bit your lips, fingers playing with his hair, your body against his.

"I try to stay away.” he chuckled, low, on edge. “I do. But then you walk in wearing that look, like you want me the same way i do for you."

"You try to stay away, but you don't. Good, because i don't want you to stay away. I want you, james." He snaps. Bucky's hands left your waist for a moment, taking a step back. You thought he'd leave, walk away, but he shrugs his jacket off, dropping it on the floor with a thud.

He threw his jacket on the floor, your eyes dropped to his jacket and back to him, pulling him by his shirt to eliminate the space between you.

"Don’t say that unless you mean it,” he warns.

" I do mean it, james." Your hand clutching onto his shirt, while his hands gripped you firmly. You can hear how unsteady his breathing, and you're sure that he could hear yours.

"God. I dream about you. All the damn time. ” bucky admits, like it’s a confession ripped from his throat. “Even when I don’t want to. Especially when I shouldn’t. all i can see is you." His head rested on your neck, kissing it softly. You moaned his name, his lips on your skin is too much, too good, you don't want him to stop.

"I think about you when I shouldn’t be thinking about anything. During missions. In bed. When I’m alone. When I’m not. All i can see is you." He swallows hard with your confession.

"Wanna say something, james?" you ask, teasing, but your voice betrays you.

“Something I’m trying not to do.”

“You always do that?” you murmur. “Throw your jacket like you’re about to ruin someone?”

“No,” he says quietly. “Just with you.” he tucked your hair behind you ear. He looks at your lips, like he wanna kiss you, you do too, you wanna lean in and kiss him. But he took a step back, like he didn't even want to move away from you.

“We shouldn't.” he turns, he leaves, leaving his jacket on the floor. Your fingers touched your neck, still feeling his lips linger, feeling every sensation of the way he kissed your skin.

[I could see you in your suit and your necktie, Passed me a note saying, "Meet me tonight"]

Tony threw a gala. The ballroom is loud, everyone is talking about different topics that interest them. Clinking glasses, heels, dancing on dance floor. You didn't care about any of it, all you care is him, now that you see him.

Bucky barnes on a suit is a problem, because he looks too good, but him on a black on black suit, his tie crisp and hair slicked back. It's a crisis that you won't survive.

Bucky sees you, close to the bar with a drink on your hand. He thought seeing you in a body suit on missions is the end of him, but no, seeing you in a low back dress that is in red is how it ends for him.

You catched his eyes from across the room. He looks at you steadily, he's admiring you, like it's a burning desire. You look at him the same way, there's too much tension, to much push and pull and nothing is happening.

And when someone asked you to dance, a handsome gentleman, the way you took his hand and danced with him, Bucky's eyes traced every movement. His gaze didn't left your frame on the dance floor with someone else, he saw the way another man has their arms around you, he scoffed in disbelief because that's his place, he knows it, you know it.

Bucky moves through the crowd of people dancing, not once his eyes left you, and you didn't gaze anywhere else too, just him, even if you're dancing with someone else. Even if the man you're dancing with is talking to you, your eyes, your mind is with bucky, the way he walks through a crowd. He doesn't approach you, he doesn't call you like a normal person, because if he did, he would've claimed you from the man you're dancing with, that would be a scene. You feel it, his hand brushing yours, a piece of paper slipped into your palm.

The moment you looked away, he was gone too.

You excused yourself from the man, your heart pounding as you unfold the paper bucky slipped in your palm. It's was just five words, but it felt more.

“Rooftop. Midnight. Don’t be late.”

You look up from the bar, he's already from across the room again, talking with steve while his eyes are on you. And when your eyes met, every vein, every inch of you burns in anticipation.

[Then we kiss, and you know I won't ever tell, yeah And I could see you being my addiction]

You arrived in the rooftop and found yourself alone, it's 11:58pm, two more minutes before midnight. The wind is sharp, brushing over your skin, your hair flowing softly. The city is glowing from up there, and suddenly you hear foot steps behind you.

You don’t turn. You don’t need too.

"I didn't think you'd actually come, " Bucky says, voice lower than usual. Was he actually overthinking about you not coming?

He stood beside you, arms rested on the railing of the balcony. You glanced over your shoulder to see him, heart beating so loud. "I'd never miss it, you passed me a note like we're in high school. That's gotta mean something. " You chuckled.

He smiled, chuckling for a moment like he's trying to keep everything together. He steps closer, holding your hand to face him. The air shifts instantly.

“I shouldn’t have asked you to come up here,” he says.

“but you still did, james."

He’s quiet for a beat.

"Yeah, i know. I can't help it." You stared at him, his suit open, tie looser and a few buttons open. You can feel it, the way he held you like he's trying to control himself. But you didn't want him to control himself, you want him to show you that he wants you the same way you do.

“Say something,” he whispers. But you didn't. You figured that you already did so much talking, so much teasing, it needs to end now. You stook a step forward, chest to chest, breath to breath this time. Your fingers pulling his suit, pulling him closer and his hands lost control, he touched your waist, gripped it like he's not trying to let go anymore. It wasn't harsh, just trembling.

“Careful,” he says, low. “If we keep touching each other like this... I would no longer stop."

You tilt your chin up, daring, challenging him. “Then don’t, james. God, i don't want you to stop."

That’s all it takes.

He crashes his lips to yours like he's been waiting for this, hands moving along your body as if he's trying to figure out of this is real, if you are real. The way he touched your waist, his hand going to your back, pressing you against him. He kisses you desperately, months of tension coming loose with your lips on him. You kissed him back just as hard, filled with passion and eagerness, fingers sliding in to the nack of his neck trying to pull him closer, playing and tugging with his hair.

It's everything you both tried not to want, but you ended up wanting anyway. The way your desires unravels with each other's lips and touch, coming undone in the rooftop, the night witnessing the walls breaking down and finally confronting what you want.

When you finally pull apart there's a string of saliva connecting you two, swollen lips, crazy heartbeat and pulse going wild. You didn't even need to talk, just foreheads against each other, hearing each other's heartbeat.

Because that kiss? You both know that the two of you won't ever stop thinking about it. That this is not gonna be the first time. There's more to unravel as your walls came crashing down.

[lovelyhavenn]

It's been a while since i wrote for bucky barnes! So here's a drabble for him! Warning: smut! You might encounter typographical errors, please bare with me and be kind

You're bored for the day so why not visit your husband at his office. Congressman barnes might be so busy but surely he will have time for his wife, for you. You prepared him lunch, dressed nicely and went to his office. His secretary greeted you nice and with a warm smile you greeted back.

When his office door opened, you were greeted by a stressed congressman, brows furrowed infront of his computer. You closed the doors behind you, he lifted his eyed to you, smiling warmly at you as if he wasn't frowning a while ago. "Hey, sweetie." He said, welcoming you in his arms. You sat on his lap, hugging him tightly.

"You looked stress, congressman." You teased, also worried for him. Your dress hikes up, revealing your legs. "Let me help you, okay?" You kissed his cheeks, standing up for a moment, straddling him right after, pulling your dress up, revealing your pink underwear that he loves.

"Oh, fuck-" His breathe hitched when you started grinding on him, slowly, teasing him, making sure he can feel how wet you are and how messy it's going to be. You rest your face on his neck, kissing and nibbling on his skin, sucking lightly, licking softly, innocently.

"Just like that, baby, keep uh shit... Going, keep going baby. You like it when you do this for me hmm, knowing how stressed i am." You kept grinding on him, the wetness of your cunt pooling on his pants. You can feel him grow against your wet cunt, you can feel him twitch, get harder, angrier. " My little stress reliever, my little cock hungry slut."

He held your waist, you try to steady yourself. You kept grinding on him, sucking hickeys on his neck, showing everyone that bucky barnes is yours. You kept going harder, chasing your high, getting off on his angry clothed cock. The room filled with your moans, and his groans, his dirty talks. "Yeah, just like that baby, use me as you wish. Use me all you want, fuck. I'm going to fuck you right after this, oh shit-" He closed his eyes shut, feeling his cock twitch against your dripping wet cunt.

He held your cheeks with one hand, pulling you in for a kiss, a harsh, passionate, messy, and hungry kiss. Teeth clashed, saliva dripped, and tounge's intertwined together. He kissed you like he meant it, like he haven't kissed you in ages, like he's hungry for you. That's because he's hungry for you, bucky barnes is hungry for his wife.

Your hand travelled to his hair, playing and pulling it while you kept grinding hard on him, feeling a sudden build up of sensation on your stomach, your orgasm building. You increased your pace, and a sudden pull in Bucky's hair made him groan, releasing all your cum on his pants. "Fuck baby you made a mess. What does good little sluts do when they make a mess?"

"They clean it?"

"No. They make another mess. We make another mess. Stand up and bend over for me, my good little slut."

[lovelyhavenn]

It's my academic break!!!! I'm taking up full requests for the characters listed below:

•bucky barnes

• johnny storm

•miya atsumu

•steve rogers

• love and deep space (anyone)

•kuroo tetsurou

•billy loomis

who's next?

bucky barnes

johnny storm

miya atsumu

billy loomis

kuroo tetsurou

lads( anyone)

steve rogers

Voting ended onDec 20, 2025

[lovelyhavenn]

A johnny storm story is up!!!!!!

[lovelyhavenn]

I'M YOURS| JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary: you and johnny broke up, but even before that you booked a trip to korea. So when the time comes and you didn't want to waste the whole itenerary, you went to the trip even after the break up.

Warning/tags: fluff! You might encounter typographical errors, please be kind to me.

The fluorescent lights of Incheon International Airport hummed, a stark contrast to the buzzing silence between you and Johnny. You both stood awkwardly by the baggage claim, a single, oversized suitcase looking far too symbolic of your entangled past. The breakup had been messy, a whirlwind of shouted words and slammed doors, followed by the even messier realization that you were stuck with a non-refundable, pre-paid trip to Korea. Together.

"So uh," Johnny finally broke the silence between the two of you, he ran his hand through his blonde hair. "This is gonna fun?" You rolled your eyes. "Hilarious, storm. Truly." Sarcasm was thick in your voice.

​The ride to the hotel was long. You stared out the window at the unfamiliar cityscape, a beautiful city, trying to absorb the vibrant energy of Seoul, but all you could feel was the noticeable tension beside you. The booking confirmation, still stubbornly sitting in your email, had been clear, one room, one king-sized bed for the both of you. In your defense, this trip was booked back when the two of you were still together! You don't want this now...?

A painful echo of the romantic getaway it was supposed to be.

​When they showed you to your room, your heart sank. It was exactly as you'd feared, spacious, elegant, and featuring a single, inviting bed that seemed to mock your current situation. You both stood in the doorway, a chasm forming between you that was wider than the room itself.

​"Right," Johnny said, his voice unusually low. "Well, this is... cozy." Yeah, cozy yet a nightmare.

​You tossed your small carry-on onto the armchair, crossing your arms. "You can take the bed. I'll take the floor."

​"What? No way," he protested, though a flicker of relief crossed his face. "We can... figure something out." He gestured vaguely at the expanse of the room.

"One of us can sleep on the couch, or... that chair looks surprisingly comfortable."

Later that night, unable to sleep, you found yourself on the small balcony sitting on the chair, looking out at the glittering city lights. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of street food and exhaust fumes.

A minute later, the balcony door creaked open, and Johnny stepped out, a blanket draped over his shoulders.

​"Can't sleep?" he asked softly, leaning against the railing beside you.

​"No," you admitted, hugging your knees to your chest. "Too much thinking."

​He nodded, a distant look in his eyes. "Yeah, me too. This whole trip… it’s a lot to take in you know."​ You both stayed there for a long time, the silence no longer awkward, but a shared understanding.

The city hummed around you, a vibrant backdrop to your quiet reconciliation. You stole a glance at him, his profile silhouetted against the city lights. He looked tired, older than his years, and a wave of something akin to affection washed over you.

​"Remember that time," you started, a small smile playing on your lips, "we tried to cook tteokbokki for the team, and you accidentally set off the fire alarm?"

​He chuckled, a genuine, warm sound that made your heart flutter. "Hey! It wasn't my fault the gochujang was so flammable! It wasn't my cooking skills, it was the gochujang. "

​You both laughed, the sound light and free, carried away by the Seoul night. For a moment, the broken pieces of your past didn't feel so sharp. The magic of the city, the shared memories, and the unexpected comfort of his presence began to chip away at the walls you'd built.

​The next morning, you woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Johnny was at the small table by the window, two cups steaming beside a plate of pastries. He looked up as you stirred, a shy smile gracing his lips.

​"Morning," he said. "Thought we could actually, you know, do something together today."

​"We don't have to," you said, expecting him to have a differrnt agenda for the day and you can have yours.

​He shook his head, a small, knowing smile on his face. "No, we don't. But… we could." He said, smiling, offering you to explorr seoul with him, just as you planned it before. "Just for the memories, right?"

​You’d reluctantly agreed to rent hanboks, the traditional Korean dress. Johnny, surprisingly, looked rather dashing in his blue and gold robes, a fact you tried desperately to ignore. As you posed stiffly by the grand hall, a friendly tourist beamed. "Oh, you two look so lovely! A perfect couple! Can I take your photo?"

​You both recoiled simultaneously, a horrified expression on your faces. The resulting photo was less 'loving couple' and more 'strangers forced into uncomfortable costumes.'

​"We look ridiculous," you muttered.

​"Speak for yourself," he retorted, though his cheeks were flushed. "You look like you're about to sneeze." You glared at him, yet you both laughed. "I look stupid too, we both are." Did he meant something else? Or was is just you imagining it?

​Later, however, as you stood on a pavilion overlooking the vast palace grounds, the autumn leaves a breathtaking symphony of red and gold, you couldn't help but sigh. "The colors are just incredible."

​"Remember how much you love autumn," Johnny finished softly, his gaze on you, not on the view. The brief, shared appreciation for the beauty was a small, fragile moment of peace amidst the storm.

​

​The vibrant chaos of Myeongdong Night Market was a welcome distraction, until you both stopped on the same lobster stall. You ordered two cheesy lobsters, devouring it almost immediately. You went to another stall and you reached for the last grilled beef patty at the exact same moment. Your fingers brushed.

​"Hey!" you both exclaimed. A small, childish tug-of-war ensued, until the vendor, amused, simply took the stick and handed it to another customer. You glared at each other, walking away in separate, furious silences, muttering about the other's immaturity.

​Later, lost in the dazzling array of cosmetics, you were suddenly jostled by a loud, boisterous group. Before you could react, Johnny was there, stepping between you and the crowd, his hand briefly, instinctively, resting on your lower back to shield you.

It was a reflex, a familiar act of protection that, for a fleeting second, reminded you how safe you always felt with him. He pulled his hand away quickly, a faint blush on his face, but the warmth of his touch lingered.

You went shopping, he patiently waited for you while you picked out clothes and bags from the mini brand store. It was affordable and tax free too!

Next on the list was nami island. "They really lean into the whole 'romantic getaway' thing here," Johnny mumbled, adjusting his collar, clearly feeling the pressure.

"No kidding," you replied, pulling your scarf tighter. "It's a little… aggressive."

The main attraction was the Metasequoia Lane it's a long, straight avenue lined with impossibly tall, majestic trees that arched overhead, creating a stunning, dramatic corridor. It was the epitome of romantic scenery, and it was packed with tourists.

"You want a picture here? Come on, give me your phone. " You reached for you bag and gave him your phone. You wore a simple floral dress, boots and a scarf.

"You look... Beautiful." He awkwardly said, handing you back your phone.

You decided to rent a tandem bicycle. Johnny insisted on it, claiming it was the fastest way to get through the lane and minimize the awkwardness. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

"Okay, I steer, you pedal," Johnny commanded, straddling the front seat.

"I know how a tandem bike works, Johnny," you sighed, climbing onto the back.

The first fifty feet were a comedy of errors. You pedaled unevenly, he overcompensated on the steering, and you nearly crashed into a statue dedicated to the Winter Sonata couple.

"You're not pedaling hard enough!" he accused, his voice tight.

"I am pedaling! You're steering like we’re on a roller skate!"

You finally found a shaky rhythm, but the bike felt too small, too intimate. Your knees occasionally bumped, and the close proximity of your backs was a constant, hyper-aware pressure. It reminded you of the effortless coordination you used to have in the kitchen, on the battlefield, or just walking down a crowded street.

As you sped, or rather, lurched down the Metasequoia Lane, he suddenly swerved hard to avoid a peacock grazing near the path.

"Watch out!" he yelled.

The bike wobbled violently. Instinct took over. You didn't grip the handlebars, you instinctively grabbed him. Your hands locked around his waist, pulling your body flush against his back.

He steadied the bike, slowing to a jerky stop.

You both froze, surrounded by the silent, towering trees. Your face was pressed against the soft leather of his jacket, your arms clamped around his lean middle. The familiar warmth of him, the scent of smoke and clean laundry, rushed back, overriding every attempt you'd made all week to forget.

"Sorry," he breathed, his voice unusually strained. "Deer."

"I... I know," you stammered, scrambling to release him. "I didn't mean to grab you."

But he didn't move. He kept his feet planted firmly on the ground, holding the bike steady, giving you a chance to catch your breath.

"It's fine," he whispered, his back still pressed against your front. He leaned back just slightly, pressing his weight into your embrace. A shared, silent acknowledgement that, for a few terrifying seconds, you had needed each other.

You didn't pull away immediately. Instead, you tightened your grip for the briefest moment, allowing yourself one last hit of familiarity before reality rushed back in.

"We should... walk it the rest of the way," you managed, finally releasing him and hopping off the pedals.

He nodded, not meeting your eyes, but his cheeks were flushed a soft pink.

You walked the tandem bike for the rest of the lane, the air electric. The sun was setting, casting long, dramatic shadows. As he walked, his arm holding the bike, his hand kept brushing the side of your hip, a gentle, unintentional caress. He kept moving his hand away, only for it to drift back a moment later, unable to maintain the safe distance.

It was in the heart of that overly romantic, beautiful island that you realized the break-up hadn't failed because of the single hotel room. It had failed because, despite all the arguments and hurt, your bodies and your hearts still knew how to seek comfort in one another.

"Hey, uhmm?" he said softly as you finally reached the end of the path.

"Yeah?"

"Maybe we should get one of those ice creams we see online, You know, to celebrate not dying on the bike."

It was a small, silly offering, a lifeline back to neutral ground. You smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached your eyes.

"Deal," You said, and for a moment, standing beneath the towering trees of Nami Island, it felt less like a terrible obligation and more like a stolen date.

​The Namsan Tower was supposed to be the highlight of your romantic trip. Now, the infamous 'love lock' fence felt like a monument to your failed relationship. You immediately tried to steer clear, but Johnny, surprisingly, pulled out two small, unused locks from his backpack. The heavy implication of their failed commitment hung thick in the air.

​"We don't have to," you said, your voice barely a whisper, looking at the thousands of colorful locks adorning the fence.

​He shook his head, a small, knowing smile on his face.

"No, we don't. But… we could. Just for the memories, right?" He handed you a pen, and for a long moment, his fingers lingered on yours.

You wrote your name on one, a small space left empty, a testament to what was. He wrote his name on the other. Together, you clipped them onto the fence, the metal clinking softly as they joined the thousands of others. It wasn't a renewal of vows, but a quiet, shared acknowledgment of a past that still bound you.

The slow descent into new york felt less like a landing and more like a crash nsck to reality. When the flight attendant announced in the intercom, you lift your head from Johnny's shoulder.

​“We’re here,” you murmured, adjusting your clothes, suddenly intensely aware of the wrinkles and the week’s worth of emotional roller coaster onto your face.

​He nodded, his jaw tight, instantly snapping back into his default mode of defensive distance. “Yeah. Great.”

​“So…” he said, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. “I guess this is it. For real this time.”

​“Yeah,” you agreed, trying to appear nonchalant, as if this week of emotional torture hadn't happened.

You both went for a last hug that he initiated. It was soft, warm, and longer than usual. Like you both didn't want to let go. You really didn't, but you did.

"I guess it's a goodbye?"

"Yeah, a goodbye." You confirmed. You both turned around, going to your separate ways. But, when you turned around to look at him leaving you again, he was already rushing back to you, running to you.

He didn't talk, just pulled you into a kiss. A hungry, padsionate kiss. A message of a hundred i miss you's in one kiss. He placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer, you hand now on his shirt, pulling him, travelling to his hair, playing with it, forgetting about your goodbye's earlier.

"I missed you," Johnny breathed heavily. "I won't let go of you again."

[lovelyhavenn]

RECKLESS | caleb love and deepspace x reader

Summary: after being married with caleb for yesrs, the home you once built now comes crumbling down.

Warning/tags: mild angst, you might encounter typographical errors please be kind to me.

The apartment, the home you and caleb shared, the one you two decorated together, from choosing the perfect paint for the walls to choosing little bits and pieces of trinkets around the house, it used to feel like the center of your worlds combined into one beautiful home.

From shared meals, caleb promised to be home at exactly 6:30pm and he was indeed exactly home at 6:30pm with his suit, loosen tie, walking towards the kitchen reaching for you, to hug you, to kiss you after a long day at work.

"Looks like you've tried another recipe, baby." He'd say, wrapping his big arms around your waist, face almost close to yours just to showering you with kisses, placing his chin on you shoulder, kissing your neck too, making you giggle. You'd place the food in the table. And the coversatiin would flow easily, a river of anecdotes from work, jokes, flirting, planning for the weekend. His hand always found yours even if you two are eating, a comforting touh.

Before, you always slept with caleb, going into his side of the bed, entangled. While hugging you, caleb would play with your hair, kissing your head, whispering a bunch of "i love you".

" Goodnight, my love." He'd whisper, a private yet loud announcement of his love for you. The rhythmic sound of his quiet breathinh was your lullaby, your anchor against silence.

Before, communications would instantly flow. Little things will be shared instantly. A funny meme, a breakthrough in his work, a new recipe, a new constellation glimpsed from your window, affectionate messages throughout the day. When he travelled far, he'd send long assurances, a bunch of i miss you's, love letters in tissues, comfort, or anything, basically anything. He'd call you every night, no matter the time difference. He'd call.

"Tell me everything about your day, how's girls day? Did you eat properly, my love?"

The apartment once a home, now just a regular apartment. The atmosphere is different. Everything feels cold, no warmth, just distant stars. Every corner of the apartment feels lost, feels like there's something missing. Oh, him, he's missing. The shared meals, night rituals, conversations, everything is gone like a fading star.

The 6:30pm arrival is now gone, caleb comes home late, sometimes past 9pm or even midnight, smelling like his office and not home.

The old wooden table set up noe runs cold. If he's home, he's on his phone, answering emails about certain clients of research. His voice functional and not conversational, like you can't approach him. "Don't wait up for me next time, I'd be late." His voice cold, his hand no longer seeks yours. His plate half empty, the silence is loud and constant and suffocating.

Your night rituals changed too. When he comes home now it's either you're sleeping or pretending to be. He no longer reaches for you, no longer plays with your hair or whispers a bunch of i love you's. He is quiet, slipping under the covers on his side.

He might mumble a "goodnight." But that's it, his eyes are already close, he won't even glance at you. The silence was too much, your lullaby now was the low hum of the air-conditioning and not him. You lie awake when he's asleep, staring at the ceiling, feeling the distance between the two of you like two seperate stars.

The messages are sparse and professional. "Confirming I'll be home late." "Did you pay the electric bill?" The shared humor has dried up. When he travels, the calls are rushed and formal. He doesn't ask how are you anymore, he doesn't listen anymore. The conversations doesn't flow as easily as before. He learns about your life through social media or from the small snippets you provide. The connection is indeed broken, the silence is getting too cold.

It's like he only loves you know because he has too. Because you're married.

Everything comes to an end, you saw his wedding ring across the table shining under the light. You stood in the kitchen, washing a mug, his ring in your pocket. " I'm working late again. Don't wait for me."caleb says, cold, his back st you. He no longer sounds or looks like a husband, he looks like a background in your life.

You stopped scrubbing. "Caleb," You called. Your voice surprisingly steady. "When was the last time wr looked at the stars together?"

He paused, jacket half-on, a frown creasing his eyebrows as he struggles to even recall. It's because it's been a very long time. "I don't know. Look, i have to go."

"Yeah go, i know you're building projects, but you forgot the one you built here, the home we once shared. This isn't even a home anymore, i can't call it that anymore."

His shoulders slump slightly, the suit jacket finally settling into place. He looks at you then, and for a terrifying second, you see the old Caleb,the one who loved you enough to name a complex algorithm after your favorite flower,and then the moment passes the coldness returns.

"I'm sorry," he says, but his apology feels like an acknowledgment of a minor scheduling conflict, not a dying marriage. "We'll talk later."

"No, we won't," you murmur, looking down at your hands, seeing the ghost of his wedding ring.

He waits, expecting a fight, a plea, a demand. When you just stand there, silent, radiating a deep, cold certainty, he finally nods once, briefly. He walks to the door. The weight of the silence, heavier than any gravity, follows him.

The door closes with a soft click, not a slam. It's quiet, like it's the end. You don't cry, you stand in the kitchen silent, frozen, tired, realizing the distance between you is defined by time, the time he no longer has for you, the moment he forgets you, and the time you spent waiting.

It's the echo of the end, with his wedding ring now on your hand.

[lovelyhavenn]

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TRUTH OR DARE COLLEGE AU | Love and deepspace x reader

Summary: your usual truth or dare nights contains none innocent truth and dares

Warning: blowjobs, double penetration, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex, college au, sixsome, read at your own risk.

Tags: smut!!!!! Fluff from....

I didn't get to proofread this, you might encounter typographical errors, read at your own risk.

"Truth" Caleb said, proud while the others groaned. It's the usual truth or dare night with you and the boys. You're all at your apartment, the living room is big enough for all of you. It's one of those nights where you all relax from college.

"Where's the weirdest place to have sex?" Rafayel was the one who asked. You all agreed to no dirty questions or else it would result to what happened last time, with you in between caleb and sylus filling both your holes while sucking off three more dicks.

"Easy. museum, because it requires the art of carefulness, in my case i would want to bend my girl over in every space possible." Caleb shrugged, Possessively lookin' at you with his eyes dark. Oh no. It send your core dripping wet, clenching your cunt over nothing while trying to create some sort of friction to your dripping cunt.

"Okay, pipsqueak, truth or dare?" Caleb asked you, he shot you a look, mischievous and calculated. He smirked, already thinking of possible ways to send you to your high.

"Dare...?" You hesistated.

"Spread your legs." It was xavier who spoke, calm and steady but he's such a menace. He knew you were drippig wet, because caleb does love bending you over and now he wants to see you dripping wet. You bit your lips, nervous and excited at the same time, you spread your legs, your denim shorts almost covers nothing is wet in the middle, your thighs too wet from your juices, all it took was for caleb to say how he loves bending you over and you're already a dripping mess.

"Take it off, sweetie." Sylus said, commanding.

"One dare at a time, sweets." You laughed, legs still spread apart. "Like what you see that you want me to take it off?" You teased, and for sure you'd pay for it later.

"Truth or dare, zayne." Xavier asked.

" Dare."

"Take off her shorts and masturbate with her." Sylus said, commanding once more, yeah, you did sort of regret teasing him earlier. You can see how hard they are right now, they took off their shirts and threw them somewhere in your living room. Zayne stood up, unzipping his pants and dropping it to hins ankles before going to you, unzipping your shorts, pullig it off of you and throwing it to rafayel. Zayne then pulled your panties down to your ankles and he did the same to his boxers, he sat next to you.

Your cold fingers touched your clit, it immediately made you moan, the sensation when you ran circles on your clit, rubbing it softly, hitting every sentivity, playing with your bundle of nerves. "Fuck-"

With hearing your moans, zayne started stroking his own cock, matching the increasing pace of your fingers. "Spit," He ordered, palm close to your mouth. You did as you were told, spitting in his palm and he immediately started stroking his cock once more with your spit in his hand. He threw his head bsck imagining your hands on his cock while you dtarted moaning when you entered two fingers in your cunt, pumping it in and out of you while the other boys watched you and zayne masturbate together, chasing your highs.

"I dare you to fuck her!" Rafayel exclaimed, completely forgetting the mechanics of the game. Zayne immediately carried you to his lap, sinking you on his cock, your back facing the boys, your hair sticking to your face. "Fuck!" You exclaimed, moaning loudly while zayne held your waist, pounding into you hitting every single pleasure spots in your cunt. His tip hitting your cervix, his veins rubbing against your walls, you held his face, looking deeply in his eyes while you tits bounced inside your shirt because of the way he fucks you.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight despite the five of us fucking you every day." He whispered followed by a groan when you clenched hard around him. He kept fucking you, chasing your highs while the other guys watches amusingly, wanting to get their turn with you. Zayne ripped your top, throwing the pieces beside you, making you completely naked now. "Zayne pls... More... More... Fuck! Ah!" He gave you more, increasing his pace, something forming in you already, your high, you didn't get to give a warning, you came all over him and soon after, he burried himself deep in you, coming inside of you, and when he pulled out, your mixed orgasm came pouring down your thighs.

"Okay xavier, truth or dare?" Caleb asked.

"Dare, for sure. " He said, nonchalant yet excited for his dare.

"Eat her out, dude." Caleb said. You suddenly remembered the creampie zayne gave you, both of your orgasms mixed together inside of you, in your cunt. Xavier carried you to the couch, sitting you there nicely and spreading your legs nice and eide for him, both of your and Zayne's cum oozing out of you slowly.

Xavier gave you one long lick, from your hole to your clit, making you shiver, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. "Yes... Xavier, please.... " You whined and grined eyes your cunt to his face, he gave you another lick, scooping your cum along with zayne's with his tongue, licking his messy lips clean, looking at you with lustful eyes. He started flicking his tongue on you clit, the tip of his nose on the base of your cunt.

He started sucking, licking, and softly biting your clit, it made you grip onto his hair, grinding your cunt even more to his lips. You bit your lips, loud whimpers leaving your lips as xavier works his tongue wonders on your cunt. He entered two digits on your hole, pumping it in and out as he sucks your cunt, you moaned loud, his name clearly slipping off of your lips.

"Xa-xavier!" You arched your back. He kept pumping his fibgers in you, occasionally twisting and curling it inside of you, the tip of his fingers crashing against your gummy walls, making you scream when he hits your spot. "please... More... More... Mhmmmm!"

"You want more, babe? Then you're getting more," He calmly said before attaching his lips back onto your clit. He kept working on it until you can feel something forming in your stomach, you clenched around his fingers. "Cum on my face, babe. C'mon, be a good girl." And suddenly, you exploded on his face, your cum coating his lips, he then licked them clean from his lips.

"Okay, who's next!" Rafayel said, excited, waiting for his turn impatiently. "Okay, caleb truth or dare?"

"Dare, no one wants truth right now." Caleb said, getting ready, oulling his pants down, his cock angrily slapping onto his stomach, leaking with pre cum.

"Since you love bending her over, why not i dare you to bend her and fuck the shit out of her." It was sylus who said it, and caleb, he did bent you over on the couch, ass up and your body lressed on the couch, your back tattoo fully on display making him even harder.

"Pipsqueak, need you right now hmmm... Need you so bad, i want you so bad. You're mine, us, together, that's all i need." He then entered his cock straight to you, pounding hard, every thrust your body jolts up making you moan against the leather material of the couch. He then touched your lower stomach, "feel that, pipsqueak? That's me, that's us together, yeah? Feel that?" He started thrusting in you faster, hands on you head pressing your face down the leather couch.

"Fuck yeah, still too tight for me, pipsqueak, dam right, all for me." His other free hand started playing with your clit, violently rubbing it, creating too much friction making your moan echo in the whole room, it's been the loudest you've moan eversince earlier. "Shit.... Shit! Caleb, fuck! More, more, too much! Too much! Shitttt so good!"

You didn't know if you wanted him to stop because the pleasure is too much but all you knew is you wanted him to keep going. You wanted him to fuck you like he hated you, caleb is the best fucker out of the five for you, he's been gentle and rough at the same time. "Is that your pretty little spot pipsqueak?"

"Yes! Yes! Want more, caleb, please... " You begged, wanting him to hit that spot over and over again. He did. He did more than that, he worshipped that spot, he worshipped you more than anyone ever did. Caleb held your body, your back now against his chest, his hand on your neck and his cock still violently thrusting inside of you.

You looked fucked out, lips parted, breathless, moaning heavily, sweaty, and eyes rolled to the back of your head. You can feel your orgasm coming, you started a rhythm of clenching your cunt on his cock, making him twitch deep inside of you. "Please caleb, want more of you, i want you."

"I can feel you almost there, pipsqueak. Wait for me, okay... Just a little bit more, shit-" He twitched hard inside of your, his hesd now on your shoulder sucking on your sweet spots on your neck, licking and nibbling on your skin. "I'm almost there, cum around me, pipsqueak... Make a mess around me hmmm, want it all, want you... " And you did, you came around him hard, and so did he deep inside of you. When he came he bit your neck, soft, licking it softly right after. You both stayed in that position for a moment, catching your breathe.

"I love you," You breathed out.

"I love you more," He confessed right back. It wasn't the first time he said it, but it was the first time you did.

"Next! Truth or dare, rafayel? dare. I dare you to fuck her, double penetrate her with sylus. Okay game, that's easy. Oh and let her suck your dicks, okay!" Rafayel chimed, immediately pulling his pants down, while sylus stood up and opened his zipper, not pulling his pants down. The two boys looked at each other, immediately understanding who gets what hole. Rafayel gets your ass while sylus gets your cunt. You gave caleb one look and he nodded, there's an understanding that after all of this, you're his.

Sylus laid down and you positioned right on top of him, lining his cock in your entrance, sinking down onto him. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily, tired and worn out. "Oh shit-" He can see your belly bulge, just like caleb gave you. "You feel that, sweetie? I'm deep in you now."

Rafayel then bent you over, pushing your body down to sylus, lining up his cock to your ass, pouring lubricant all over his cock and in your ass just so he can slide swiftly with no problem and he did. "Ahhh! Fuck, so full... So full.... " You looked at caleb, pulling him close to you, reaching for his cock, playing with it, stroking it along with your left hand. While your right hand alternates with xavier and zayne's.

Sylus and rafayel started fucking you, sylus has this slow yet hard pace while rafayel was fast and rough. You started sucking Caleb's cock, messily, spit dropping everywhere. He held onto your hair softly, fucking your mouth while your moans vibrated against his cock, you kept stoking zayne and xavier. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head when rafayel slapped your ass multiple times, fucking into you relentlessly.

"Sweet girl, giving us everything. Are you ours?" Rafayel asked. "Answer us baby, answer even if your mouth is full, sweet girl." He added.

You nodded as your answer. "Good fucking girl, giving us your cunt to fuck everyday, sweetie." Sylus added too, bow violently fucking into you, matching rafayel's rhythm.

"Fuck!" They both hit your spots, you released Caleb's cock from your mouth just because the pleasure was to much, two cocks fucking you at the same time, hitting your spots at the same time.

"Shut up and take it, baby." Zayne said, serious and cold, your hand on his cock. You nodded, biting your lips from all the authority, afterall you're just a little slut for them.

"Fuck! So good! Mhmmmmm, shit-" You covered your mouth, trying to lower down your moans, your landlord might hear. But, you unexpectedly squirted hard, wetting sylus' chest with your juices.

"Naughty girl-" Sylus said, smirking, not stopping from fucking you. You're too sensitive from your orgasm, too overstimulated yet they kept fucking you, your legs started to shake violently, everything is too much for you. You looked at caleb, and he nodded at you. "You can do it, pipsqueak, love you can do it." Love... He called you love.

"Just a little bit more, sweetie-" Sylus said. Rafayel was just moaning loud, for all he cares, oh he does not, he needs to be loud. He's the most vocal person here, he moans loud when he wants too, just because it feels too good for him.

They started increasing their pace, your toes curled, back arched against rafayel. Your tits bounced uncontrollably. Tears started to fall fron pleasure and caleb was the one who wiped it. "Thank you" You mouthed to him, he smiled, caressed your cheek.

"I'm almost- ah fuck!" They both came in harmony, deeply filling you up with their orgasms. You all stayed in that position, all tired and sweaty. Suddenly, it was caleb who pulled you up, and it wad him who ran you a warm bath, he helped you clean your self, washed your body and hair for you.

"You know, I've loved you eversince."

[lovelyhavenn]

Heyo - I love your fics so much and I couldn’t wait when I saw that your requests were open because I’ve got something!!

So I was thinking Johnny storm x reader but like I was thinking enemies to lovers? Sorta?

Maybe Fluff/ angst?

Like my idea is - reader wasn’t of the norm as in she didn’t care about the latest super hero in the news paper and she definitely didn’t care about being popular. Her best friend though did in fact care about all those things and she always teased her friend about being so introverted and shy.

Where does Johnny storm come into all of this?-well I’ll tell you - Johnny meets reader’s friend downtown picking up coffees when she runs into Johnny. He starts a conversation with her and really starts to like her - recently he started thinking it was time to get into a relationship since someone told him he wasn’t getting any younger annnnd soon enough they started dating. But that’s not all!!

Reader’s friend wasn’t actually a nice person - reader was happy that her friend was dating someone but that’s was until she found out that her friend was using Johnny to gloat her around so she can get attention and make her other friends jealous. She didn’t like Johnny because of personality but more of his looks and popularity that he brought but she manipulated him into thinking she cared - that’s when reader stepped in

Reader tried to tell Johnny but he wouldn’t listen and assumed the girl just hated him but that was far from the truth. Over sometime the reader finds Johnny sad and upset because reader’s friend stopped liking him and stayed in the spotlight - he truly thought she was the one - so reader showed Johnny what true love really was like and asked him to believe in her?

I hope this doesn’t sound stupid but that’s the idea anyways much love to you ❤️

MY HUMAN TORCH, NOT THE WORLD'S | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Warning: none

Tags: fluff

The thing about chloe is she lived for the volume of everything. She thrived on the noise, the crowd, tha flashes of camera, of being known, that's her. You, however preferred the quiet hum of book, of libraries, of the quietness, the soft glances, not loud, just quiet.

The difference never really came into the picture because she's your friend, not until she bumoed into johnny storm. According to her he's a hotshot, the human torch, a big time, her words not yours, she met him at a downtown cafe.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” Chloe had exclaimed, eyes wide, not with genuine remorse but with the unmistakable glint of opportunity.

You, leaning against your chair, waiting for two vanilla lattes, watching the interaction. You knew, you knew where this is coming but wanted to give chloe the benefit of the doubt. Johnny, handsome and being genuinely friendly in natire, laughed it off. He glanced at chloe, and the chair behind her. You didn't smile or wave, there was no point. Chloe smiled practiced and showed her wide eyed sincerity, but you knew better.

In the weeks that followed, chloe literally did shine brighter. Her social media skyrocketed because of her famous relationship with the johnny storm, a fantastic four member. Every caption dripped with rehearsed devotion, but every phone call was about bags, shoes, wanting more, vip access, invites, and johnny? He gives in.

You felt a prickle of discomfort, of course you did. She wad using the guy like some sort of atm machine for material things and fame. You worry about him. He was easy to read, he was also head over heels for her. Passionate, loyal, and vulnerable when it comes to his heart because he's looking for something real.

You tried to tell him. It was after an overwhelming red carpet event that chloe pulled you in. Johnny had pulled you aside to thank you for retrieving Chloe’s misplaced clutch.

“Johnny, can I talk to you for a second?” you began, your voice low. “About Chloe…”

He immediately looked at you with his charming eyes, "yeah? She's amazing right? Finally, someone who's it for me. Don't worry, she's planning this awesome double date for us and she's finding a guy for you. Super lowkey swear-"

“No, Johnny, listen,” you urged, trying to keep your tone gentle. “I just worry that she’s… that she’s more interested in the ‘Human Torch’ part than the ‘Johnny’ part.”

His smile vanished instantly, the charn gone, hurt showed in his blue eyes. "You hate me that much? You hate her that much?" He muttered. "I thought maybe you out of all people, as her friend and as my friend now too, you would be supportive and could see past through my flames. She likes me, just... Can you just be happy for your friend and not mess things up between us?"

Hurt, and realizing you’d only succeeded in pushing him further away, you backed off. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.”You couldn't force him to see what he wasn’t ready to. Two weeks later, the volume finally broke.

It was a cold rainy tuesday, you were curled up on the sofa with scream playing when your phone buzzed.

[Chloe: dumped him lol. Boring now. He cried, didn't feel bad tho. ]

You felt a cold wave of disgust, of anger while reading her text.

You found him not in the buzzing heart of the Baxter Building, but on the rarely-used rooftop access of your apartment complex. He was sitting on the damp concrete floor, his knees pulled up to his chest, shoulders slumped.

He wasn't glowing anymore, No charming eyes, just hurt. He was just cold, wet from the rain. You took of your thick jacket, leaving you only in your long sleeve top, and placed it on his shoulder.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked quietly.

Johnny looked up, offering a miserable soft smile. "Yeah sure. But I'm no good of a company right now." You sat a few feet away from him, you pulled out a bag of gummy bears from your pocket and handed it to him.

“They’re the kind with the flavor that hits you five seconds after you chew,” you murmured.

He finally lifted his head and let out a choked, humorless laugh. “I thought you hated those.”

“I do,” you admitted, “but they’re your favorite. And I figured you could use a distraction that doesn't involve saving the world.”He took the bag and immediately shoved a handful into his mouth, chewing moodily. After a long minute, he lowered his voice.

"She broke up with me via text. Told me I'm too much of a home and heart and less fun lately. She finds me boring when i give importance to my family, or when i bring her over to let her meet the people that i love. I mean what's erong with that? She saw the glow, the flames, and not the guy in me."

You shifted closer, closing the distance without being invasive. You didn't gloat or say the obvious, agonizing, I told you so. Instead, you did the opposite. You reached out and placed your hand gently on his arm, right where you could feel the faint, internal flicker of heat.

"She did see the glow and flames johnny, she just didn't understand that it came with you as you, a family guy who loves his sister, nephew, and teammates, she didn't see that. She only liked the noise, not the calm and steady in you."

He leaned his head back against the brick wall, a tear tracing a quick, invisible path through the cold rain on his cheek. “So I’m just… stupid, then?”

"No," You said firmly. "You're the sweetest i guy i know, loyal and kind. You're someone who gives importance to the people around you that's why you're different, not all people are like that nowadays. You just wear your heart on your sleeves, which is not wrong, but sonetimes people can take you for granted like now."

You watched as he slowly turned his head to look at you. The sadness in his eyes was still there, but it was being replaced by something softer, something questioning.

"I don't care about the news cycles, the red carpets, the cameras, or the celebrity in you. I care about the guy who will literally drop everything for family, someone who cares for family, for his sister and nephew, for his friends, someone who buys and gives me terribe gummy bears just because he knows it can make me laugh, and someone who just want a quirt night sometimes." You confessed.

You moved your hands, framing his cold, damp face, and looked directly into his eyes, giving him the pure, honest truth he deserved.

“You thought she was the one because she made you shine in the spotlight. I’m telling you that you don’t need the spotlight to shine for anyone. You’ve been burned, and I’m sorry."

"I'm sorry for what I've said, that night about um-" You cut him off.

"It's okay, johnny."

“I think,” he murmured, his voice husky, “I think I have an opening for a new co-pilot on my movie night mission.”

You smiled, the weight of the world lifted from your chest.

“Only if you promise to let me control the remote.”

He didn’t argue. He just tightened his hold on you, realizing he had finally found his true home, not in the high atmosphere of celebrity, but right here, in the quiet, steady warmth of your embrace. He realized that he doesn't need to be taken for granted just to feel something, just to have someone who'll stay because he's him.

Johnny didn't move for a long moment, simply savoring the sensation of his forehead resting against yours. The soft, golden light radiating from his skin felt less like a power and more like a gentle sigh of relief.

“Come on,” you finally whispered, your voice thick with emotion, gently pulling back. “The roof is damp, and you need something hot that isn’t you.”

He let you lead him. His fingers found yours, lacing together easily, and he squeezed your hand like he was afraid to let go. This wasn't the showy, possessive hand-holding he’d done with Chloe; this was a deep, quiet need for connection.

Inside the warmth of your apartment, the contrast with the cold rooftop was immediate. You steered him toward the kitchen, flipping on the kettle.

"Sit," you instructed, pulling out a chair at your small, worn kitchen table, the kind he’d tried (and failed) to help you assemble months ago.

You poured tea for him," Drink this,"you said.

He obeyed, taking a long, grateful sip. The tea warmed his core, but the real comfort came when you pulled a second chair closer to his and sat down, not opposite him, but right next to him, your shoulder brushing his.

"This," he said softly, leaning his head against your shoulder, the movement entirely instinctual. "This is what I thought it was supposed to feel like."

You gently ran your fingers along the back of his neck, feeling the tension slowly melt away beneath your touch.

"Like coming home?" you asked.

"More than that," he mumbled into your sweater, which now smelled faintly of smoke, rain, and your favorite laundry detergent. "Like the pilot light of my soul finally found its match. I spent all that time trying to be the brightest thing in the room for Chloe, and you… you just wanted me to be a comfortable temperature."

"I love the fire johnny, it's spectacular. But I'm going to love the guy who's a disaster in the kitchen, who steals my cereals, and someone who needs a constant reminder to eat, and someone who needs to be reminded of that you're enough with or without the flames. I can show you what real love feels like, just believe in me..." He didn't reply, he just smiled quirtly while holding his warm mug. He turned to face you, his elbow resting on the table, breaking through his sadness. He held your cheek, leaning in for a soft and slow kiss, no rush, just savoring the quietness between the two of you.

"Okay," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with new promise. "Let's start the mission. Co-pilot, which movie makes you fall asleep the fastest?"

You laughed, the sound bright and easy. "The one where you have to cuddle me the whole time because the special effects are terrible."

"Sounds like a perfect assignment," he agreed, already pulling you toward the sofa, his flame now just a soft, steady, heart perfectly warm, perfectly contained, and perfectly yours.

[lovelyhavenn]

I finally had the time to write this request!!!! Enjoyyyyyyu

[lovelyhavenn]

Heyo - I love your fics so much and I couldn’t wait when I saw that your requests were open because I’ve got something!!

So I was thinking Johnny storm x reader but like I was thinking enemies to lovers? Sorta?

Maybe Fluff/ angst?

Like my idea is - reader wasn’t of the norm as in she didn’t care about the latest super hero in the news paper and she definitely didn’t care about being popular. Her best friend though did in fact care about all those things and she always teased her friend about being so introverted and shy.

Where does Johnny storm come into all of this?-well I’ll tell you - Johnny meets reader’s friend downtown picking up coffees when she runs into Johnny. He starts a conversation with her and really starts to like her - recently he started thinking it was time to get into a relationship since someone told him he wasn’t getting any younger annnnd soon enough they started dating. But that’s not all!!

Reader’s friend wasn’t actually a nice person - reader was happy that her friend was dating someone but that’s was until she found out that her friend was using Johnny to gloat her around so she can get attention and make her other friends jealous. She didn’t like Johnny because of personality but more of his looks and popularity that he brought but she manipulated him into thinking she cared - that’s when reader stepped in

Reader tried to tell Johnny but he wouldn’t listen and assumed the girl just hated him but that was far from the truth. Over sometime the reader finds Johnny sad and upset because reader’s friend stopped liking him and stayed in the spotlight - he truly thought she was the one - so reader showed Johnny what true love really was like and asked him to believe in her?

I hope this doesn’t sound stupid but that’s the idea anyways much love to you ❤️

MY HUMAN TORCH, NOT THE WORLD'S | JOHNNY STORM X READER

Summary:Heartbroken after dating a superficial friend who used him for fame, Johnny Storm finally finds true, quiet love with you, the introverted and loyal friend who sees and accepts the genuine, vulnerable person beneath the Human Torch's fiery exterior.

Warning: none

Tags: fluff

The thing about chloe is she lived for the volume of everything. She thrived on the noise, the crowd, tha flashes of camera, of being known, that's her. You, however preferred the quiet hum of book, of libraries, of the quietness, the soft glances, not loud, just quiet.

The difference never really came into the picture because she's your friend, not until she bumoed into johnny storm. According to her he's a hotshot, the human torch, a big time, her words not yours, she met him at a downtown cafe.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” Chloe had exclaimed, eyes wide, not with genuine remorse but with the unmistakable glint of opportunity.

You, leaning against your chair, waiting for two vanilla lattes, watching the interaction. You knew, you knew where this is coming but wanted to give chloe the benefit of the doubt. Johnny, handsome and being genuinely friendly in natire, laughed it off. He glanced at chloe, and the chair behind her. You didn't smile or wave, there was no point. Chloe smiled practiced and showed her wide eyed sincerity, but you knew better.

In the weeks that followed, chloe literally did shine brighter. Her social media skyrocketed because of her famous relationship with the johnny storm, a fantastic four member. Every caption dripped with rehearsed devotion, but every phone call was about bags, shoes, wanting more, vip access, invites, and johnny? He gives in.

You felt a prickle of discomfort, of course you did. She wad using the guy like some sort of atm machine for material things and fame. You worry about him. He was easy to read, he was also head over heels for her. Passionate, loyal, and vulnerable when it comes to his heart because he's looking for something real.

You tried to tell him. It was after an overwhelming red carpet event that chloe pulled you in. Johnny had pulled you aside to thank you for retrieving Chloe’s misplaced clutch.

“Johnny, can I talk to you for a second?” you began, your voice low. “About Chloe…”

He immediately looked at you with his charming eyes, "yeah? She's amazing right? Finally, someone who's it for me. Don't worry, she's planning this awesome double date for us and she's finding a guy for you. Super lowkey swear-"

“No, Johnny, listen,” you urged, trying to keep your tone gentle. “I just worry that she’s… that she’s more interested in the ‘Human Torch’ part than the ‘Johnny’ part.”

His smile vanished instantly, the charn gone, hurt showed in his blue eyes. "You hate me that much? You hate her that much?" He muttered. "I thought maybe you out of all people, as her friend and as my friend now too, you would be supportive and could see past through my flames. She likes me, just... Can you just be happy for your friend and not mess things up between us?"

Hurt, and realizing you’d only succeeded in pushing him further away, you backed off. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.”You couldn't force him to see what he wasn’t ready to. Two weeks later, the volume finally broke.

It was a cold rainy tuesday, you were curled up on the sofa with scream playing when your phone buzzed.

[Chloe: dumped him lol. Boring now. He cried, didn't feel bad tho. ]

You felt a cold wave of disgust, of anger while reading her text.

You found him not in the buzzing heart of the Baxter Building, but on the rarely-used rooftop access of your apartment complex. He was sitting on the damp concrete floor, his knees pulled up to his chest, shoulders slumped.

He wasn't glowing anymore, No charming eyes, just hurt. He was just cold, wet from the rain. You took of your thick jacket, leaving you only in your long sleeve top, and placed it on his shoulder.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked quietly.

Johnny looked up, offering a miserable soft smile. "Yeah sure. But I'm no good of a company right now." You sat a few feet away from him, you pulled out a bag of gummy bears from your pocket and handed it to him.

“They’re the kind with the flavor that hits you five seconds after you chew,” you murmured.

He finally lifted his head and let out a choked, humorless laugh. “I thought you hated those.”

“I do,” you admitted, “but they’re your favorite. And I figured you could use a distraction that doesn't involve saving the world.”He took the bag and immediately shoved a handful into his mouth, chewing moodily. After a long minute, he lowered his voice.

"She broke up with me via text. Told me I'm too much of a home and heart and less fun lately. She finds me boring when i give importance to my family, or when i bring her over to let her meet the people that i love. I mean what's erong with that? She saw the glow, the flames, and not the guy in me."

You shifted closer, closing the distance without being invasive. You didn't gloat or say the obvious, agonizing, I told you so. Instead, you did the opposite. You reached out and placed your hand gently on his arm, right where you could feel the faint, internal flicker of heat.

"She did see the glow and flames johnny, she just didn't understand that it came with you as you, a family guy who loves his sister, nephew, and teammates, she didn't see that. She only liked the noise, not the calm and steady in you."

He leaned his head back against the brick wall, a tear tracing a quick, invisible path through the cold rain on his cheek. “So I’m just… stupid, then?”

"No," You said firmly. "You're the sweetest i guy i know, loyal and kind. You're someone who gives importance to the people around you that's why you're different, not all people are like that nowadays. You just wear your heart on your sleeves, which is not wrong, but sonetimes people can take you for granted like now."

You watched as he slowly turned his head to look at you. The sadness in his eyes was still there, but it was being replaced by something softer, something questioning.

"I don't care about the news cycles, the red carpets, the cameras, or the celebrity in you. I care about the guy who will literally drop everything for family, someone who cares for family, for his sister and nephew, for his friends, someone who buys and gives me terribe gummy bears just because he knows it can make me laugh, and someone who just want a quirt night sometimes." You confessed.

You moved your hands, framing his cold, damp face, and looked directly into his eyes, giving him the pure, honest truth he deserved.

“You thought she was the one because she made you shine in the spotlight. I’m telling you that you don’t need the spotlight to shine for anyone. You’ve been burned, and I’m sorry."

"I'm sorry for what I've said, that night about um-" You cut him off.

"It's okay, johnny."

“I think,” he murmured, his voice husky, “I think I have an opening for a new co-pilot on my movie night mission.”

You smiled, the weight of the world lifted from your chest.

“Only if you promise to let me control the remote.”

He didn’t argue. He just tightened his hold on you, realizing he had finally found his true home, not in the high atmosphere of celebrity, but right here, in the quiet, steady warmth of your embrace. He realized that he doesn't need to be taken for granted just to feel something, just to have someone who'll stay because he's him.

Johnny didn't move for a long moment, simply savoring the sensation of his forehead resting against yours. The soft, golden light radiating from his skin felt less like a power and more like a gentle sigh of relief.

“Come on,” you finally whispered, your voice thick with emotion, gently pulling back. “The roof is damp, and you need something hot that isn’t you.”

He let you lead him. His fingers found yours, lacing together easily, and he squeezed your hand like he was afraid to let go. This wasn't the showy, possessive hand-holding he’d done with Chloe this was a deep, quiet need for connection.

Inside the warmth of your apartment, the contrast with the cold rooftop was immediate. You steered him toward the kitchen, flipping on the kettle.

"Sit," you instructed, pulling out a chair at your small, worn kitchen table, the kind he’d tried (and failed) to help you assemble months ago.

You poured tea for him," Drink this,"you said.

He obeyed, taking a long, grateful sip. The tea warmed his core, but the real comfort came when you pulled a second chair closer to his and sat down, not opposite him, but right next to him, your shoulder brushing his.

"This," he said softly, leaning his head against your shoulder, the movement entirely instinctual. "This is what I thought it was supposed to feel like."

You gently ran your fingers along the back of his neck, feeling the tension slowly melt away beneath your touch.

"Like coming home?" you asked.

"More than that," he mumbled into your sweater, which now smelled faintly of smoke, rain, and your favorite laundry detergent. "Like the pilot light of my soul finally found its match. I spent all that time trying to be the brightest thing in the room for Chloe, and you… you just wanted me to be a comfortable temperature."

"I love the fire johnny, it's spectacular. But I'm going to love the guy who's a disaster in the kitchen, who steals my cereals, and someone who needs a constant reminder to eat, and someone who needs to be reminded of that you're enough with or without the flames. I can show you what real love feels like, just believe in me..." He didn't reply, he just smiled quirtly while holding his warm mug. He turned to face you, his elbow resting on the table, breaking through his sadness. He held your cheek, leaning in for a soft and slow kiss, no rush, just savoring the quietness between the two of you.

"Okay," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with new promise. "Let's start the mission. Co-pilot, which movie makes you fall asleep the fastest?"

You laughed, the sound bright and easy. "The one where you have to cuddle me the whole time because the special effects are terrible."

"Sounds like a perfect assignment," he agreed, already pulling you toward the sofa, his flame now just a soft, steady, heart perfectly warm, perfectly contained, and perfectly yours.

[lovelyhavenn]

WINNER | MIYA ATSUMU X READER

summary: with his toss and hinata's spike, the ball went flying to the other side of the court and came crashing down the court, winning the entire game. He's a winner and he deserves the best, well afterall he's a gentlemen who's a pussy wrecker.

Warning: p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, blowjobs, more. Might have typographical errors.

With atsumu's set, hinata's spike sent the ball flying to the other side, slamming down on the floor. The crowd went silent then it erupted with cheers. They won, msby won! Instead of running for the trophy, atsumu ran to you, carrying you with his sweaty body, it made you laugh and smile hard while he hugged you with his smile to his ears.

"Get your trophy, champ." You joked, while his arms are still around you.

"Nah, I'm happier here, baby." He snuggled into you. Bokuto literally had to pull him away from you, he pouts but then sent you a flying kiss while he shouts, "later, baby!"

"Now it's just us, should i unwrap my trophy?" He teasingly said, walking straight to the bed until you fell on the bed, sitting nicely on the edge.

"Well, i supposed you can. But winners don't deserve to work, let me show you how good you are, champ." You teased back, standing infront of him, closing the gap between the two of you. You looked at him, straight in his eyes, hands on his hard chest. He smirked, fingers playing with the hem of your top, teasing and touching your skin a little bit. It sent shivers down your body, down your dripping cunt.

"All of this for me? Damn right, for me. All of yah." His fingers worked it's way on the buttons of your top, slowly unbuttoning each, while your chest raises up and down not because your nervous but because your excited. Nights like these with atsumu will always be something special, he wrecks you while he tells you that you're the one he loves, he bullies his cock deep inside of you while he tells you how much ha cherishes you. That's him, a gentlemen yet a pussy wrecker.

Atsumu was delicate and sweet, fingers working on your buttons. He slowly took off your top, throwing it on the floor, he swiftly unclasped your bra, throwing it on the floor too. "Fucking hell, sweet girl. All plump and ready for me, miss my lips, baby?" He said, twisting your nipple with his fingersfingers before sucking on your hardened nipple. "Nghhmhmmmm shit... " You moaned, all wrecked and wet just by him sucking your tits.

He kissed your lips, passionately and sweet, biting your bottom lip while his hand raises your skirt instead of taking it off and pulls your panties aside to touch your dripping cunt. "Fuck baby, wet f'me?" He entered three fingers, you were supposed to let go of the kiss but he held the back of your head so you wouldn't break the kiss, you moaned against his lips, he entered his tongue on your mouth exploring every bit of you while he pumps his thick fingers in and out of you.

Suddenly, you turned both of you around and pushed him on the bed, making him lay on his back. He smiled then smirked. "I'm supposed to make you feel good, babe." You whined, tits bouncing with that action. He bit his lips, he found you so hot, no bra, just your skirt raised up to your waist and your panties pushed to the side. He's hard, harder than a rock that it's painful for him, but seeing you dominate him made him almost come on his pants like a fucking teenager. The sight of atsumu laying down, sent tears down your thighs. He adjusts his position, supporting his upper body with his elbows just to see you properly.

"Baby girl wants to dominate me hmm, sure yah can. Show me baby, make me proud" He teases. You only nodded, crawling to him, your cunt hitting his legs, you did that on purpose of course, you heard him groan. He pulled his shirt off of him and threw it aside eagerly, you started to untie his shorts pulling it down just enough for his cock to sprung out hitting his stomach, red and hard, angry and leaking. You positioned your self in between his spread out legs, he eagerly watches you with his eyes dark and amused, you licked his tip teasingly esrning a groan from him. You then licked his length, the whole him before puttin his cock half into your mouth because he's just too big for his cock to fit all in your mouth. Atsumu's tip hits your throat, and you still tried to push his cock deeper in your throat despite tearing up.

You started a rhythm, a messy rhythm of sucking his cock. Spit everywhere, and slurping sounds evident in the room, just the way atsumu likes it, messy and rough. He held onto your hair, getting it all out in the way. Atsumu groaned and moaned, one thing about him is he's loud, he's vocal, if he feels good, you'll know it immediately. "Fucking hell, baby, shit so good. Keep doing that, keep suckin' my cock just like that, baby. Fuck, your mouth feels so damn good, baby." Atsumu lets out a cried out moan.

You increased your pace, stroking the parts of his cock that doesn't fit your mouth. "Fuck, ah shit! Right there, baby. Just like that, baby, I'm coming ah fuck-" You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, you continued your sloppy and messy pace, until he burst in your mouth with a heavy groan. When you pulled out his cock from your mouth you showed him how you swallowed every bit of him, he found that hot that he pulled you in for a kiss, a messy kiss tasting his own from your mouth.

"Love that, baby. Do you have more f'me hmmm?" You nodded, pushing him back to the bed, making him lay on his back, you pulled your skirt up, pushed your panties aside, too eager to even take it off, then lined him up in your cunt before arching your back as you sink yourself in him. "Fuckkkkk" You moaned," Tsumu... Babe... Fuckkk" You whined and grined on his cock, letting his cock explore your walls.

You pushed your hair back, atsumu's big calloused hands wrapped around your waist, guiding you as you slowly start bouncing on him. "Tsumu... Too big shit-"

"You can do it baby, want me to take over now?" He teases. You shook your head, "no, this is for you, my reward for you for being such a good player. Fuck!" He started bouncing you on his cock, fast and hard, letting you adjust to his rhythm until you started bouncing on your own with his help. The way his cock rubs around your walls sends you to heaven, there's this electric wave of pleasure everytime his thick veiny cock rubs against you, while one hand guides your waist, the other hand found your clit, his fingers drew circles on your clit, circling his fingers on it making you moan even louder.

"There yah go, make them hear who's making you fucking scream like a cock hungry woman." He forces his cock deeo in you, it felt so food that you closed your eyes while biting your lips from too much overstimulating pleasure. Your tits bounced as he fucks you, moans from the two of you got louder, the pace of his cock got harder, and your tears dripped down faster from too much pleasure.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Hmmmphhhhh! " You covered your mouth, still bouncing on atsumu's cock.

"Don't cover your mouth baby, let me hear those pretty moans. Fuck, shit, so good- your pussy grippin' my cock so fucking good-" Atsumu smirked, still rocking his hips upwards to fuck you real good his cock twitching, his high approachinh fast with your cunt clenching hard around his length.

"Keep clenchin' on me like that and I'll cum fast, fuck, almost there-"

"Almost... Tsumu so close... I'm close fuck, need to cum-"

Atsumu increased his pace, fucking you nice and hard, forgetting about the fast pace, he's making sure he fucks you HARD, pounding deep inside of you while he's panting deeply. Every thrust is a promise, and every thrust is harder than the other.

"Cum for me, baby, cum on my cock and make a fucking mess." Atsumu bit his lips, One more clench from you then you released your high all over his cock making a mess, he followed soon after burried deep inside of you his tip on your cervix while he spills his load inside of you. You collapsed, your body against his, sweaty and tired, both of you panting hard, breathing heavily. Atsumu smiled, kissing your forehead.

"You were amazing. Let's get you cleaned up, hmmm."