25 for the touch prompts!! maybe something in the between civil war and infinity war safe house era??
Awww, thank you so much for the prompt, @obsessivelymoody! 🥰
Prompt 2: Draping a Blanket on the Other
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He looked younger in his sleep.
Sam.
He looked so peaceful as he slept on Bucky's couch. He was even making those snores that should not be as adorable as they were.
Bucky hadn't been expecting Sam yet. Sam had been away on a mission for a few weeks, and from what Sam had said on their short call two days ago, Sam should have been on that mission for at least another week.
Bucky wasn't mad, though. He cherished whatever small piece of Sam's downtime Sam used to visit him. Sam had a permanent guest room in the Citadel, yet he kept showing up at Bucky's house in the middle of nowhere, just wanting to hang out.
If Bucky knew, he would have turned the couch into a bed for Sam. He understood sometimes Sam couldn't warn him about when a mission ended, though. That was okay. That was what Sam's spare key was for.
Sam must have fallen asleep while waiting for Bucky to come home from his morning with his goats, judging by the position Sam was sleeping in and the fact that Sam was still wearing jeans.
It felt almost wrong to wake Sam up. The angle he was sleeping in wasn't going to be good for his back or his neck, though, and Sam deserved to sleep on a pullout bed at the very least.
Bucky sat down next to Sam. He reached a hand out. He stopped.
"Sam?" Bucky said softly, "Sam, you need to wake up. Just for a moment. So I can get you on the pullout."
Bucky heard grumblings from Sam as he scrunched his face. Half asleep, Sam squinted up at Bucky. Bucky's heart skipped a beat as Sam reached his hand out and... booped Bucky's nose.
Bucky snorted.
Sam grinned.
"You're back," said Sam in a low rumble of a voice that did things to Bucky.
"I'm back?" said Bucky with a laugh, "You're back. And also. Your back - that's a terrible position to sleep in."
Sam yawned as he sat up and stretched.
"Yeah. I think I slept wrong," grumbled Sam as he rolled his shoulders and moved his neck around.
"Let me," said Bucky warmly as he zeroed in on the knot and massaged it out of Sam.
Sam melted. Leaned onto Bucky.
"When did you get so good at that?" mumbled Sam into Bucky's shirt.
"When I found out the guy who visited me never takes care of himself," said Bucky as he helped Sam off of the couch, "Now, let's get the pullout situated so you can take an actual nap."
Sam decided to just... hold onto Bucky. He loosely wrapped his arms around Bucky like some sort of sweater tied to Bucky's hips. Sam sleepily watched Bucky reconfigure the couch, moving with Bucky wherever Bucky went. Bucky liked the warmth of it. Bucky liked when Sam was near him. Bucky hoped Sam liked Bucky near him too.
"Thanks, Buck," yawned Sam as let go of Bucky.
Sam stumbled out of his jeans and flopped onto the bed.
Bucky... was not staring at Sam's ass. Definitely not staring at Sam's ass in his boxer briefs that fit Sam perfectly. Bucky grabbed one of the nearby throw blankets and draped it over Sam.
"Nap with me," mumbled Sam into his pillow, "You know I sleep better when you're next to me."
How could Bucky say no to that?
Bucky crawled onto the bed and lay next to Sam. Sam pulled Bucky closer and cuddled, tangling their legs together.
"I missed you," whispered Sam into Bucky's chest.
Bucky wrapped his arms around Sam, pulling Sam closer.
"I missed you too," whispered Bucky, holding Sam in his arms as he heard Sam's adorable snores return.
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This series is to celebrate Pride Month with some fun prompts. If you’d like me to write a drabble based on a prompt of you’re choosing, look at the prompts and send me one via ask! 🥰
Vampires aren’t real. As everybody knows. You’ll never see one outside, at any time of day, because they simply don’t exist. And they certainly don’t like rearranging their extensive collections of trading cards.
Take Wels, for example. He’s not a vampire! If he were, would he spend months on end forgetting to eat, sleep, and build, in favor of opening card packs? Would he lose hours upon days upon weeks of time sorting them by type and number? Would his fellow vampires—hermits drag him outside, to get lost in the next card-like game?
Drabble 2: “Not enough for me? You are everything.”
A/N: Line also supplied by @contrarily-me (thanks, love!)
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Eddie Thawne.
Iris’ late almost fiance.
It was a bitter subject for Barry. Not just because he had been the major roadbloack to him and Iris getting together sooner, but because he still felt largely to blame for the sacrifice Eddie had felt he needed to make. Iris had called him her hero too. He deserved to hear it - on his death bed, if not sooner - which made Barry feel guilty about being annoyed, but it didn’t change anything.
Some part of him wondered if the speed force was right. Would Iris have gone ahead and married Eddie had he lived? Was Eddie’s death the only reason Iris had realized she had feelings for him she wanted to pursue?
Probably.
He hated that fact, but it probably was the case.
So when Iris decided to go back to counseling without him, and to discuss Eddie, Barry had to fight to keep his reaction in check.
Was Iris still mourning him? Was she still in love with him? Did she wish he was here and not Barry?
Of course he knew she didn’t wish himself to be gone. She’d mourned him for six months in the speed force, and she was so relieved when he returned. She was so devastated when he left her that she hadn’t really let out how angry it made her until he was back with her. There was no question but that she loved him. His ring was back on her finger after all. She definitely wanted to marry him.
But was he enough for her?
The question haunted him. And even more so when she came back from the session looking exhausted time and time again.
“You okay, Iris?”
She sighed and nodded. “I will be.”
And she never went into it. It made him worry even more that she was afraid she’d say something that would hurt him.
One afternoon he caught her in their bedroom looking through old photos of her and Eddie. It stopped him dead in his tracks, and as soon as she realized he had caught her, she shut the photo album and rushed to explain. He sped out of there before she could. Hoping she’d be asleep by the time he returned, he stayed out till almost midnight, just running and brooding and assuming their relationship was over.
Well, Iris wasn’t asleep when he got back. She was sitting on the couch, the photo album beside her, and tears staining her cheeks.
Had she spent all this time crying over Eddie?
It made him feel sigh to his stomach.
“Come here, Barry,” she said, a sniffle in her voice.
He swallowed hard and walked over to her.
“Sit down.”
He sat across from her, too afraid to be so near that photo album and memories that were a lifetime ago.
“What you saw... What you think you saw-”
“Iris, am I not enough for you?”
His voice was quiet but firm in the stillness between them.
She rushed over to him and held his hands in her grasp.
“Barry, no. You are...” She licked her lips. “Yes, I’ve been talking about Eddie on my own, and yes, I was feeling kind of nostalgic. I loved him, Barry.”
“He was your first love.” He nodded.
“You know that’s not true.”
He sighed. “It is, Iris. I was your second choice.”
“That’s not-” She shook her head, willing him to understand. “Barry, you are my best friend. You always have been. And if I’d just been willing to see beyond that sooner, you would’ve been more before Eddie ever came along.”
“But he did come along.”
She sighed. “Barry, if I ever lost you. Like, really lost you. I would never get over it. You want the truth? Yes, I’ve been talking about Eddie on my own because I knew it would make you uncomfortable and start to doubt my feelings. But I’m not talking about it because I’m not over him. I’m talking about it because the last time I was almost engaged, my near-fiance died. He killed himself, sacrificed himself, to save all of us... And then you went and did almost the same thing, and I guess I’m just...”
“You’re afraid of losing me?”
“Yes. But Barry?”
He met her eyes.
“Not enough for me?” She shook her head. “You are everything.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and he pressed his lips to each one as they fell down her cheeks.
20 and/or 123 for the prompt challenge Member: preferably Jungkook
123 - “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”
“If you get too scared, just hold onto me alright!!!” Jungkook enthusiastically says as he fiddles with the remote to turn The Conjuring on.
“I told you already, I’m not scared its just that I saw somewhere on Youtube that the more you’re invested in something the more likely it is that it might attach to you! If anything happens it’s your fault!”
“You can’t just believe everything you hear and see”, he turns to you, “I’ve been watching horror movies my whole life and I’m still fine” you sigh and shake your head at the intended double meaning when his lips crack into a smirk.
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It’s been an hour into the movie when you decided to get up for a toilet break, Jungkook didn’t seem to notice much as his eyes were still glued to the screen as you got up. His body shuffled to the side as he leaned against the arm of the sofa.
He equally didn’t seem to notice when you returned... Until you placed your hand across his thigh did you feel him jump slightly, taken aback by your presence in the darkness of the room, his eyes fully open in alarm as you break into a fist of laughter, “oh, did I scare you, big boy?” you say before you give his thigh a firm squeeze.
“Don’t be ridiculous! That was sneaky.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you!!” you promise, “I didn’t know you would be jumpy!”
The apartments in the gated community are big enough for two people with a bunkbed, a desk, a TV, two dressers, a closet, and a bathroom. Inside the bathroom, there is a toilet next to the sink and a shower on the other side. There isn’t a tub, which disappoints Kalluto since he likes to take baths at night, nor is there a window. The entrance has a doormat on the floor that says Butterflii Academy, and next to it is a trash can that has a picture of a cartoon cat.
Kalluto changes out of his jumpsuit into his pajamas and sits down on the bottom bunk. He looks at the digital clock on the desk for the time, and it reads a quarter till nine, which is close to lights out. Lights out refers to sleep time or being locked in the room until dawn. The young assassin knows how to escape the room easily but prefers to sleep tonight.
He gets underneath the blanket and pulls it up to his chin. Feitan should be back anytime now but it’s quite possible he is sniffing around another room in the main building. There are six buildings in the gated community. The largest one, where Feitan is at, is located near the front entrance that has a robot security officer guarding it around the clock. Next to it is the gym that has a small indoor pool. Behind the gym is the library that has two computer labs; however, nobody is allowed to use them unless they get permission from the Overseer. Adjacent to the gym are the dorms. Each dorm has five floors with a laundry room on the first floor.
Ever since they have arrived to the gated community, or whatever the place is called, he hasn’t washed his clothes in the laundry room. It’s not because he doesn’t feel like walking down five flights of stairs or he is afraid of someone stealing his clothes. No. He just doesn’t feel like doing any chores. If he could hire a maid to do his laundry every day, he would do it; however, this place doesn’t believe in maids.
“I wonder if Illumi is making someone do his laundry,” Kalluto whispers as he shuts his eyes. “Or maybe he is trying to find a way to communicate with me. I forgot to grab the walkie-talkie off the boat before they came.”
Kalluto doesn’t know how to describe the abductors who had made everyone on the boat pass out after releasing some sort of sleeping gas. He wasn’t able to see their face or find out if they were human because they wore a spacesuit that has a small gauge in the middle and carried guns that have glowing rings around it. They didn’t talk nor did they run. They walked slowly and occasionally, stopped to look around for something. He wanted to follow them around the boat, but the sleeping gas made him pass out. When he had woken up, he found himself on the floor inside an apartment next to Feitan.
A knock on the door interrupts Kalluto’s thoughts. He doesn’t feel like answering it because it might be one of the abductors showing him a message on a tablet that says Lights Out. They don’t usually write long messages unless if its important. The tablet they use to communicate doesn’t look like something that can be bought in a store in Padokia. It’s very thin, made out of glass, doesn’t have buttons, and is the size of a paperback book. It seems to glow whenever the sunlight hits it and if it’s dropped, it doesn’t break. It’s definitely something from the future but how did it end up in this era?
As Kalluto gets out of bed, Feitan walks into the room. He shuts the door and opens up the refrigerator door to see if there is anything worth eating for dinner. When he doesn’t see anything appetizing, he shuts the door and jumps onto the top bunk.
“Did you find a way out of this place?” Feitan asks, taking off his clothes. He tosses them on the floor and wraps a blanket around his body. For some odd reason, the room is a lot colder than it was yesterday. Maybe the heat isn’t working. “I found a trap door in the grass near the main building that leads somewhere.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“What else did you find?”
“I found a packet of bungee gum next to it which means Hisoka also found the trap door,” Feitan says, slightly upset.
If Hisoka knows about the trap door, most likely he has found an exit inside of it. The question is, does the exit lead to the forest surrounding the gated community or does it lead to another gated community where the rest of the survivors from the boat are?
Feitan closes his eyes and yawns a little. “I’m going to look for Chrollo tomorrow.”
“Did you forget we are hunting in the Garden tomorrow?”
“I’m going to look for him while we are hunting. I’m quite sure he is in Group 3 with Hisoka, Illumi, and Phinks,” Feitan says, opening up his eyes. He looks down at Kalluto, grinning hard like a madman. “Your brother has something I need to pick the lock on the door to the Overseer’s office.”
Kalluto raises a brow. “Why are you going in there?”
Hi! Can I get a jeongguk x reader with #34 please!! Thnx
#34. masquerade ball ft. jimin 2.9k words [ NC-17 ]
a/n: im sorry i had this idea and i couldnt get it out of my head but this is honestly just pure filth i hope u enjoy :’)content: spanking, frottage, exhibitionism & warning: smoking
Having been born in the spotlight, perhaps Jeongguk had always been a little more drawn to the shadows. There was a reason why he shied away from the prying eyes despite his parents’ reputation and position. He was the good kid, the golden kid. His academics never disappointed, his behavior charmed the hearts of people across the seas, his mannerism impeccable in the public’s eye. After all, the son of the minister of justice could never be found doing anything close to being unlawful.
But Jeongguk had a secret just like everyone else. A secret that kept his dark thoughts at bay, a secret that kept him sane in the midst of the corruption and toxicity.
He could still remember the first time he found himself in the room. The mansion was his friend’s, Park Jimin. He wasn’t sure if he should refer to Park Jimin as a friend considering he was as fucked up as Jeongguk was. Family-wise, at least. The second he had laid eyes on Jimin, he knew he’d be trouble. The boy’s malicious smile was one masked perfectly behind the sweet curve of his crescent eyes and the cherubic features of his face. Of course, no one would doubt the only child of Korea’s most successful conglomerate. “I’ll take good care of Jeongguk, sir.”
And he did, he supposed. Jimin had driven him at a demonic speed, told him to slip on a mask (black and laced, perfect for him) and to trust him. Jeongguk wanted to laugh. Trust didn’t exist in their world.
It wasn’t long before he understood the amount of faith Jimin had placed in him, a new burden had been dropped on his shoulders. Yet, there was a heaviness in his heart that had been lifted.
This room was where the children gathered. The children of the opulent, the children suppressed, the children shadowed by their parents’ success and fraudulence. These were the people who wanted to be liberated, to roam the world without titles like price tags attached to them. Some of them were ready to be married off to the highest bidder, some were being prepared and pampered to wed the next successful entrepreneur. Jeongguk knew them, recognized some of their eyes, but he’d never tell, never mention their names or asked why they were there.
Nobody asked questions in the house.
It was the unsaid rule that Jimin had set for his bimonthly gatherings he held in his house separated from his parents’. His parents never questioned why Jimin had asked for a little house on the prairie on the outskirts of the city. Parents — or more aptly, guardians, in their world at least — never really questioned.
Slipping into the room, Jeongguk found it no longer surprising to find messes of bodies already entangled together. There probably was a safety and hygiene hazard but Jimin had always been a smart one, filtering through guests and letting them trickle into the house only after they had provided sufficient documents that they were clean. In corners, couples were making out, clothes stripped away and masks still hiding away their identities. On the open floor in the living room, music played through the speakers with groups grinding down on each other. There were already some heading towards the guest rooms upstairs.
“Have fun, Guk-ah.” Jimin whispered in his ear before he evaporated into the throngs of people.
Despite his understanding of the whole arrangement, Jeongguk had to admit that he wasn’t numb to it. His heart rate still picked up because of the thrill, the risk. If they were all ever caught, they would all be, in one word, fucked. In more ways than one.
A girl slithered up to him, eyes glassy with intoxication, a delicious smile on her red-painted lips. Jeongguk could recognize her anywhere. Her father was president of Seoul’s largest hospital’s. She had always been elegant, prim and proper during official events. He’s met her once or twice during those. He’s fucked her once before during one of these. He didn’t like going to the same person twice. It was too intimate and intimacy outside of sex in Jimin’s gatherings were never a good idea.
“How about it, sweetheart?” She curled her arms around his neck, lips brushing over his.
Jeongguk merely shook his head, bowed, and went on his way. The woman shrugged before walking away in search of her next target. Personal feelings were never involved, thank goodness. It took him some time to find his own partner while most of the crowd had picked up the atmosphere in the room, air growing heavy with the tension that accumulated.
It wasn’t until he saw you. You were absolutely breathtaking in the sexiest black dress that accentuated your figure, lips tinged with the burgundy wine that you tipped down your throat. There was something about the way you held yourself, a little timid, a little shy, completely unaware of the hungry stares thrown your way.
A newcomer. Fresh blood. Jimin hadn’t brought any in for a while, not since Jeongguk.
He licked his lips and weaved through the people to make his way to you, his arms sliding around your waist with his palm settling nicely on your stomach, his front pressed flush against your back. “Good evening, princess.”
A little squeak slipped past your lips as you turned around to peek, eyes meeting his. You looked familiar, yet he didn’t recognize you. Strange, but he supposed it was alright considering how big the high class circle ran. “H-Hi.”
“Will you let me take care of you tonight?” He whispered, lips peppering small kisses down your neck. You tilted your head instinctively, allowing more access as you hummed your agreement. Taking your hand, Jeongguk led you towards the couch that had been untouched. He sat down and whirled you around, pulling you down to straddle him. His hands smoothed up your back, finding the straps to your dress and tugging on them.
Your eyes flashed with worry for a minuscule of a second, gaze darting around the room to nervously assess where you were. His lips twitched. So cute.
“Would you like to go somewhere more private? I understand if you’re uncomfortable being out here.”
You turned back to him, clearing your throat, trembling fingers reaching to find purchase on his broad shoulders. Jeongguk had long shed his suit jacket, leaving him in a pressed white shirt that fitted him all too nicely. You could see the outlines of his chest down to his toned abdomen, the fabric stretching across his body perfectly. “No, this is fine.”
“Are you sure?” Jeongguk asked again and you nodded. “Alright.” Smiling softly, he brought his hand up to the back of your neck to tilt your face down, bringing your lips down to meet his own. Slow and sweet. It was a nice change from the chaos that surrounded them. While most nights Jeongguk was eager to release his pent up desperation, he knew he had to pace himself with you. “Tell me if you don’t like anything okay, princess.”
You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded.
“Good girl,” he whispered, pushing your dress up to your hips. He was pleasantly greeted by the fantastic sight of the lacy red panties you had on. Fuck. His cock twitched in his slacks as he captured your lips with his again, movement much more frantic as his fingers tangled in between the thick strands of your hair. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” His lips skimmed down your neck, his hands gripping your ass to keep you in place as you threw your head back, letting him indulge in the taste of your skin.
Jeongguk thanked the heavens for accessible dresses. He swiftly tugged it over your head, pushing it to the side and finding the view of you in the matching bra even more magnificent. You were like a minx sent straight from hell just to put him through this pain. “Baby, I want you to grind on me, yeah?” He hummed. With his hands supporting your ass, he moved you slowly so you could set your own rhythm.
Fuck. He released a groan with the tension that coiled in his stomach. Your panties were already damp as you shifted yourself on top of him, your pussy rubbing up against the tent in his pants. The whimpers leaving your lips did nothing to ease the breathlessness that suffocated him, the heat that simmered between your legs. You grew hungrier for friction, moving your hips faster as his hands massaged the gorgeous mounds of your asses, squeezing the soft flesh beneath his fingertips. He brought his hand down on you in a slap hard enough to jerk you forward but not enough to hurt you.
“Like that, princess? Do you want me to punish you?”
Despite the shake of your head, Jeongguk noted the way you had shuddered, the way you were still trembling and moving even faster. He smirked and rubbed your ass lightly before slapping it again. You jolted forward with a whine, picking up the speed of your movements. Jeongguk wanted to come. God, the electricity that coursed between the two of you had him gritting his teeth, his lungs constricting in an attempt to savor the feel of your softness against him.
“Wait, princess, let me take these off.” He brought you to your feet and slowly slid the panties down your legs, kissing a path along your inner thighs as he did so. You shivered and stepped out of them. Jeongguk shrugged off his own slacks, leaving him with his cock hanging deliciously in front of you. He was already so, so hard. His cock curved, touching his stomach as he pumped it in his hands, his head dropping against the back of the couch as he moaned. “Princess, ride my thigh.”
You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking of that since you saw the way his muscles flexed in his legs. Quickly, you straddled one of his thighs again and whimpered when your pussy touched the hard muscle underneath. You started slow, moving your hips and relishing the slow burn that sizzled in your stomach.
Jeongguk watched the way your juices practically soaked his skin. Fuck. You were so wet. Your whines only egged him on, one of his hands gripping your waist as the other smacked you again. “You can move faster than that, princess. Don’t you want to come?”
Nodding, you choked back your whimpers and shifted your hips faster, your core getting more friction than you can handle. Not to mention, both of you started noticing the curious stares of those around you. Jeongguk found Jimin by the bar, staring at the two of them with piqued interest and a knowing smile on his lips. A girl was kissing up his neck, practically throwing herself at him, yet he kept his eyes fixated on Jeongguk and his partner.
Jeongguk was drawn back to reality when he felt your shudders. Fuck, you were close. So close you could taste it. But he yanked you off, flipping you around so he was standing in front of you and you were settled on the couch, ass bare against the cold leather. “Suck my cock, princess. I want to see those gorgeous lips of yours stretched around my dick.”
You bit on your bottom lip to suppress the groan that threatened to escape. Inching forward, you shyly took his length in your hands and began to stroke. How you could still by shy, Jeongguk would never know. You were down to your last piece of lingerie that barely kept your gorgeous breasts in place and nearly everyone around them were staring. One guy had even pulled his dick out of his pants to jerk off to the sight of you tucking strands of your hair behind your ear as you took Jeongguk deep into your mouth.
He let out a hiss at the warmth of your insides. Hollowing out your cheeks, you sucked him in deep, pulling out, only to repeat the movement over and over. You took him deeper each time, the tight walls of your mouth wrapped so sweetly around him. He buried his fingers in your hair as you bobbed your head back and forth, satisfied grunts leaving his lips.
Jimin appeared by his side offering a cigarette which he caught between his lips and sucked in. The older boy watched you take Jeongguk hard, sucking and lapping up every drop of precum that leaked from the slit. Your tongue swirled around the head and dug into the little opening, earning a jerk of his hips that touched the tip to the back of your throat. “She’s a pretty one, isn’t she?”
“Fuck, this princess sucks cock like her life depends on it.” Jeongguk muttered, puffing out a cloud of smoke as his lust-filled eyes tracked the rhythmic movement. “Such a good girl. Listens so well, don’t you, baby?” Jeongguk reached around to unhook your bra, his fingers finding your nipples and pinching from where he stood. He watched your winces and whimpers that vibrated around his cock.
“Fuck her.” Jimin ordered, breathing out his own cigarette. “Give my guests a show, won’t you?”
Jeongguk smirked and nodded. What the boss wanted, he received. He pulled you off him, lips releasing his length with a small pop. “Get on your knees, babe. I want that sweet ass up for me.” He smiled, nudging you so you turned around, hands on the back of the couch and ready for him. Jeongguk slipped two fingers in too easily, “So wet, princess. Do you want me inside you?”
“Y-Yes,” you stuttered, pushing yourself back so his fingers would slide in deeper. Jeongguk shoved his fingers in a few times before pulling them out completely to slide a condom over his cock. “P-Please.”
“Please what, princess?”
“Please fuck me.”
He smirked, gripping your hips and thrusting straight into you. You jerked forward with a cry but wiggled your ass to urge him on. He pounded into you, hard and fast. Sweat beaded his forehead as he closed his eyes to let the pleasure crash over him. God, you were so nice and tight, your pussy fitting so snugly around him. He snapped his hips faster to fuck you harder, his cock hitting all the spots that had you pleading for him to go harder, to fuck you until you came.
Jeongguk almost forgot that Jimin was still standing next to him until he saw him tug out his own cock, wrists lazily flicking to get himself hard. “Look at you, princess, taking it so well. Even my friend here is so pleased with you. You’re giving everyone such a good performance.” When you opened your eyes, dragging yourself from the cloud of lust that blurred your perception, you realized that people were watching. They were downright staring, looking as if they were ready to join them. Fuck. The thought only edged you even closer to your orgasm.
Licking his dry lips, he fucked you faster, his fingers sinking into your supple skin. He ducked down to leave kisses on the smooth skin of your back, biting lightly to leave marks that would remind you of him after tonight, remind you that he had possessed you.
“She takes cock so well.” Jimin murmured, running his fingertips over the curves of your body. “You picked a good one tonight.”
He only laughed, a bitter chuckle leaving his lips as his hips relentlessly moved to pound into you. “Princess,” he smiled, brushing his lips over the wounds he’s left on your figure. The little purpling bruises, the reddening marks his mouth had left. “Come for me.”
The three little words in your ear was all it took for you to come undone before him. Your ruby lips parted in a gasp, your body trembling, your walls pulsating around his cock. Jeongguk felt the warmth that surrounded his length, eliciting his own climax as he let out a long groan, his head thrown back as ecstasy flooded every inch of his being.
Jimin chuckled, “Finish up, I’ll see you later.”
Meanwhile, Jeongguk sighed, pulling out of you and tucking himself back into his slacks. He settled you down gently on the couch, your body still quivering. He quickly found a blanket to drape over your naked figure. You stood up only for Jeongguk’s hand to shoot out in assistance. You waved him off, smiling weakly. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, princess. I hope that was alright.”
You flashed him a grin, “More than alright.” Patting his shoulder, you whispered in his ear as you walked past. “It’s been a pleasure, Jeon Jeongguk.”
He stiffened. Names were never mentioned in the house. Ever. And your voice, now that he had listened in closely, sounded familiar. A little too familiar. He’s heard it before, the sweet lilt. It was the voice that came from his television every morning, reporting breaking news and current issues. The same voice that had left countless voicemails asking for interviews and an exclusive from the Jeon family.
Fuck.
His heart pounded in his chest as he whirled around, his eyes seeking your figure in the crowd.
Congrats on the 300!! I'd like to see the "did we just kiss?" Drabble cause it sounds so made for Sambucky 👀👀 love your writing 💖💖
Awww, thank you so much for the kind words and prompt, @iamtherealpunkbanana! 🥰 I was hoping someone would choose this one! I hope you're good with a TFATWS fic. I hope you enjoy this drabble! 💕
Prompt 2: “Did we just kiss?”
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"No," said Sam, giggling as he leaned onto Bucky, "You didn't."
"I did," said Bucky, nodding resolutely, "I snuck out of her window, thinking there was a fire escape, then fell into a dumpster. The dumpster didn't even have any trash. Someone had picked it up that morning. I fell into metal and garbage slime."
Sam would think that hearing a story about Bucky getting absolutely drenched in mystery gunk would dissuade him from sitting close to Bucky. But as the night went on and everyone else besides Sam and Bucky went to bed, Sam found himself closer and closer to Bucky.
He was practically in Bucky's lap now.
No.
He was in Bucky's lap.
Their legs were tangled. Sam's arms were draped over Bucky's shoulders. Sam felt Bucky's hands holding Sam securely, as if he were worried Sam would fall backward and hit his head on his own desk.
Sam should be telling Bucky to go to bed. He should be helping Bucky get the pullout bed ready. Sam had to work on the boat tomorrow. He had training he needed to do. Sam couldn't find it in himself to move out of Bucky's lap, though.
"I can't believe it was only a mild concussion," said Sam as he gave Bucky a dubious look.
"I was lucky she lived on the second floor," said Bucky, chuckling.
Sam could smell the beer on Bucky's breath. Sam wondered if Bucky could smell it on his as well. Bucky probably could. Super serum senses would definitely pick up more than what Sam could sense.
Sam felt his forehead touch Bucky's.
"Was it worth it?" whispered Sam, "Sneaking into her room to share a kiss?"
"I think it's always worth it," said Bucky, way too honest, "When you love them. When they're captivating and witty and kind. Sometimes, you need to put yourself out there. Because they're worth it."
Sam swallowed hard. Felt his adam's apple bob.
"How many people have been worth it for you?" breathed Sam as he felt their noses bump into each other.
"Not many," said Bucky as he adjusted the angle of his head, "But I can think of a few..."
It was feather-light. Sam almost didn't recognize it for what it was. The tentative movement of Bucky's head. The softness of the lips.
The kiss.
Sam couldn't stop looking into Bucky's eyes. All Sam could hear were the crickets outside chirping, an owl on the prowl, their breathing.
"...Did we just kiss?" Sam finally asked.
Bucky shrugged.
"I think you're worth it," said Bucky confidently.
Sam laughed. Sam melted in Bucky's lap.
"I definitely am," said Sam, pulling Bucky in for a deeper kiss.
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Prompt 2: SamMisty
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Sam heard the front door open. Soft. Quiet. Trying not to disturb Sam's sleep. Like Sam could sleep soundly without her.
Blearily, Sam sat up on their bed, blinking away whatever sleep he had accumulated as he stretched. He walked out of their bedroom, finding a light on in the kitchen.
There, she stood.
Beautiful, even in her worn out state. Drinking a glass of water as she watched the microwave heat something up. She glanced Sam's way, her eyes Before the Storm irises.
"I was trying to let you sleep," whispered Misty, smiling at Sam as he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, "I know you have that talk in the morning at AJ and Cass' school, Captain America."
Sam kissed her on the cheek, watching whatever she had in the microwave spin.
"I don't sleep well without you," yawned Sam, cuddling closer to her, "Are you heating up a Pop-Tart in the microwave?"
"Leave me alone. I had a really annoying case and I just want something small to eat," grumbled Misty as she pulled out the mess of a strawberry Pop-Tart and took a bite, "This Doom Bot sought me out and asked me to 'Help Doom Bot find Doom Bot'. I ran all over New Orleans trying to find this Doom Bot who apparently was sightseeing."
"That sounds kind of cute," murmured Sam before placing a kiss on her shoulder, "A sentient robot worried about their friend."
"Okay. That part was cute. And I did get to explore the city more because of it," mumbled Misty through a bite, "But maybe Doom Bot and Doom Bot would be cuter if they didn't have uncanny valley faces resembling their creator."
"Not everyone can be as hot as us. Don't be mean," giggled Sam, feeling Misty snicker.
"Stop that. Not while I'm eating. You're going to make me choke," said Misty as she took her last bite of her Pop-Tart.
"I'm making you a healthy snack next time," grumbled Sam as he held her a little closer, eyeing the Pop-Tart box in the corner.
"I'm sorry that your vice is jogging, Sam. I'm okay with the random midnight snack that's junk food after a particularly long day at work," said Misty as she twisted in Sam's arms to face him, "What about we head over to bed? You've got an early start tomorrow. Or. Later today."
Sam couldn't help himself. He leaned down to kiss Misty. She tasted of artificial strawberry flavoring and preserved pastry heated wrong.
She tasted perfect.
"Love you," whispered Sam, just... smiling at her.
Loving that he could have this. Be with her.
"Love you too," whispered Misty, smiling back, and Sam hoped she felt the same.
They wandered back to the bedroom, their limbs tangling as they got comfortable under the covers. Sam drifted back to sleep, content with Misty in his arms.
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