“You’re snoring again. I’m gonna go sleep on the couch.”
(Jack Harlow x Girlfriend Reader)
You were tossing and turning, unable to stay asleep due to Jack’s loud snores. It was often that he snored, but he was particularly loud tonight. Back when you first started dating, he would get extremely embarrassed about it, which you found extremely cute, and avoided telling him to not embarrass him.
Just as you were finally drifting off, Jack let out a very loud snore — a squeaky sound jolting you awake again, even scaring you as it startled you amidst your half-sleep.
You carefully peeled the blanket off you, and began slowly sliding to the edge of the bed to get down.
As much as Jack was a snorer, he was a light sleeper too. He stirred, feeling your movement. “Y/n?” he mumbled, turning toward you.
“Yes?” you whispered, now standing beside your side of the bed.
“Where are you going?” He looked at you, his eyes heavy with sleep, struggling to stay open.
“You’re snoring again. I’m gonna go sleep on the couch.”
He sighed deeply. “Fuck, I’m sorry, baby. Please don’t go. I’ll get my nose strips, but can you please stay?” He looked at you with wide, puppy eyes, pouting like a baby. It was hard to resist him when he was that adorable.
“Fine, I’ll go get them for you, bubs.” You said, as you were already out of bed anyway.
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
You headed to the bathroom and grabbed his nose strips, and started walking back to the bed.
You got back on the bed, leaning close to Jack, and gently and lovingly placed the strips around his nose. He let out a breath of relief, making you giggle.
“You are so adorable, Jack,” you said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
He groaned playfully. “I hope you think I’m as sexy as I am adorable,” he complained.
You giggled again. “Of course, baby. You are the sexiest man alive, even while wearing nose strips.”
You settled back into sleeping position, wrapping your arms around him. You got lulled to sleep by his heartbeat, silence finally replacing his previous snores.
“Text me when you’re home.” Sam says softly. “Afraid something will happen to me?” You ask. “Yes, there is a lot going on in this little town.” Sam replies. You give him a disbelieving look.
“Well, maybe I should not go home tonight then..” You mutter. Sam blushes a little. “I don’t think it is quite appropriate yet for you to sleep over.” He mumbles. You nudge him softly. “Come now Sam, we are both adults.” You muss. “And I am trying to do this right.” He mutters. “I want to take it slow.” He bites his lip.
“Oh Sam, such a gentleman.” You mutter. “If I really were, I’d drive you… I am going to drive you home.” Sam holds his hand out. “Give me your car keys.” He says gently. You flush a little. He’s being far too sweet for his own good.
“You don’t have to, Sam.” You shake your head. “I want to. I want to know you are safe. With all the vampires and werewolves running around, I don’t want you to be on the road alone.” He says. You send him a soft smile. “Thanks.” You mutter.
You hand him your carkeys and follow him to your beat up little road raver.
He hold the door for you and smirks. “Put on your seatbelt.” He says, only lightly teasing. “Yes sir.” You tease back. Sam flusters in his turn. He covers it up by walking around your car to the drivers seat.
“Are you still here. I told you to go home an hour ago.” Sam says, looking up at you. “I know.” You chuckle. “I was helping Terry and Lafayette wash up.” You tell him. “That is very nice of you.” Sam smiles.
You wander into his office. He looks up at you. “Something I can do for you?” He asks. You look down at your feet.
You grow a bit shy. “I came to say good night…” You whisper. Sam smiles warmly up at you. “Well, good night. Get home safely.” He says.
He gets up from his chair and comes over.
“Good night.” You murmur, closing the distance. Sam is the one leaning in, though.
His lips gingerly find yours. You kiss back eagerly. This is what you came here for. And Sam is so so sweet. He does his best to remain the gentleman. But he let’s go soon enough, pressing against you rather hungrily. There is even a soft groan from his throat.
Slowly you break away, though, You don’t want to take things too fast. “I gotta go.” You whisper. “I know.” Sam replies softly. “Text me when you are home. I wana know you get there safe.” he leans his forehead against yours.
You give him another swift peck. “I will, baby.” You cooe.
Author’s note: Sorry for any mistakes. English isn’t my native language.
Requested: Nope.
Summary: Jake asks you to move in with him.
Warnings: Fluff
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“I’m gonna drop this off at my house and then we can go eat.” You smiled, playfully poking his side.
“What if you just leave it here?” Jake asked softly, pointing at the two bags full of your stuff.
“Hu?” You ask confused, looking at your belongings and then back at your boyfriend.
“Yeah…” he tried. “Then you don’t have to get back and forth al the time.”
“But then I would make a mess.” You said still confused, not realising what he meant.
“Maybe I like your mess.” He tried again, getting closer to you. His arm’s wrapped around your waist. You placed your hands on his chest, kissing his lips softly. “I don’t understand, honey.”
“I’m-” he breathed, afraid of ruining the special thing that you two had.
You started dating Jake a few months ago, and ever since he has been over the moon for you. But when it comes to the more serious parts, like moving in and stuff, he always gets nervous. His previous relationships weren’t exactly all sunshine and rainbows, but with you he felt safe.
“I’m want you to move in with me.” He sighed happily, a smile formed on his lips, as yours grew wider.
Warnings: None(unless blanket cruelty is a thing.)
Jake Gyllenhaal x reader
Mannnn, as usual, I don’t know what this is but ENJOY!
You huffed, for almost the hundredth time that night, as you felt the cool breeze that came through the window, hit your legs (AGAIN!).After recently moving in with Jake, you found out that he had the habit of opening the windows, claiming that he liked the cold and he can handle it, and then hogging all the blankets later. Sighing, you tugged on the blanket. It didn’t budge and your boyfriend, in deep sleep, didn’t move a muscle either.
i’m gonna say it because not enough people do: fanfic writers deserve the world. they might not know it but YOU are one of the reasons someone smiled today. someone escaped their shitty reality today. someone felt loved today. YOU did that
heyy this is my second request, I love your work, can you do one where the reader is watching tv and jake really wants attention but she isn't giving him any so eventually the reader gets annoyed and let's jake fo whatever he wants so he like sucks the readers breasts and fingers her, please and thankyou xx
"Babe"
"What?!" You asked after the thousandth time Jake called out for you while you were trying to watch your favourite tv series
"Can't you see that I'm busy?"
The pout he gave you had you half laughing, half sighing
“C’mon, baby. I never interrupt you when you’re reading your scripts.”
It was the truth and he knew it.
But Jake had never been great at not getting his way
“But I need you.”
Sighing, you sit up straighter on the couch and finally face him, despite the television show still playing
“What do you need?”
His eyebrows going up and down tell you everything that you need to know about where his mind is at
“Jake!” You jokingly admonish
“We’ve just had sex, how can you be ready to go again so soon?”
“Dunno.” He shrugs
“I just look at you and I’m ready.”
You laugh in disbelief, your face warming up at his words.
“Well, I’m watching something now,” you insist, knowing you couldn’t take another pounding right about now
“Go find something to do, I’ll meet you later.”
But he didn’t
Instead, you caught him looking at you like a kicked puppy, out of the corners of your eyes
When he noticed your attention was on him, he even pouted!
Sighing, you kicked the blanket over your lap onto the floor and beckoned him closer
He moved to sit next to you quickly, probably scared you’d change your mind
“You can do whatever you want to me,” you instructed
“Just let me finish this episode and then you’ll have my full attention.”
So that’s how you ended up sat on his lap, with fingers inside your pussy while he lapped on your chest
“You happy, baby?” You giggled, patting his head while he nodded.
Summary: Your relationship with Bucky is still new and even though the feelings are deep it's hard to put a label on it but when something goes wrong while he's out on a mission you realize just how much he means to you.
Author's Note: Because who wouldn't miss Bucky and worry about him when he's out saving the world? Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: some worry and angst to start, soft and sweet fluff that turns to sexy times quick, semi-public se-x sorta :D
The loud ringing of your phone startles you from sleep and you sit up with a jolt. Searching the night table with a sweep of your hand you knock several things off but finally wrap your fingers around your phone.
“Hello,” you grumble sleepily.
“You were asleep.”
Your best friend’s uneasy voice comes through in a whisper and your heart starts to thump harder against your ribcage.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
“Babe…”
You sit up straighter and throw the covers off. “What?”
“They aren’t giving us any details but I just saw the news…”
“What?” you repeat and press your hand to your chest.
“It looks like the team is back but something went wrong.”
“Did you hear anything about Bucky?”
Your voice is shaky as you frantically search your room for clothes.
“No names but…”
“Oh my god.”
“I’m sure he’s fine babe,” she assures you even as her voice waivers. “But don’t turn on the TV or look at anything on your phone. Did he call?”
You slowly pull the phone away from your ear and check your messages.
Nothing.
You look at your missed calls and voicemail.
Still nothing.
When you hear your friend calling your name you place the phone back to your ear and whisper, “nothing.”
“It’s Bucky…he’s fine.”
“Okay. He has to be fine. I mean…technically I’m not his girlfriend. I can’t just rush over there and check on him, can I?”
“What you meant to say is, ‘you’re not his girlfriend yet,’ and who’s going to stop you?”
You nod as you start to pull on some clothes.
“I have to go. I’ll call you soon.”
With a few more reassuring words your best friend hangs up and you rush into the bathroom to make yourself presentable and then throw on Bucky’s Henley. The one you maybe forgot to return before he left for the mission.
Trying your best not to picture the worst in your head you run out of your apartment building and hail wildly for a cab.
Once inside your feet bounce along the floor and your hands are clasped tightly together in your lap as you silently will the driver to go faster.
When the cab pulls up to the tower you throw money into the front seat with a stilted ‘thank you’ and will yourself to take steady breaths.
Friday greets you and lets you in, directing you to the med bay on the lower floor.
Heart in your throat you creep out of the elevator and look left and right. It’s quiet. Almost too quiet and you step out.
“Doll?”
You whirl around at the sound of Bucky’s voice.
He’s standing there in his dark jeans that are painted on, his soft shirt rolled up to the elbows and his leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. The fluorescent lighting gleams off his metal arm and you hear his fingers tighten into a fist.
“Oh good,” you whisper as his image blurs. “You’re okay.”
You try not to sniffle and keep your hands at your sides.
“I heard there was some trouble, so I…I figured I would come and check on you. And the rest of the team.”
“You came to check on me?”
His raspy voice sends a tremble down your spine.
“Yes.”
He takes a step closer.
“Is that my shirt doll face?”
“Oh…,” you grab the hem and finger the soft material.
“Doll…please. Please come here.”
You back up a step, hitting the elevator door. “I…I was so worried.”
His swallow is audible and you watch the muscles in his neck shift.
“I would have called but my phone is busted and I had to make sure Sam was ok.”
“Is Sam ok?” you ask, suddenly breathless again.
“Thankfully he’s going to be fine. Just needs some time.”
You nod and let out a shaky breath. He approaches slowly, dropping his jacket to the floor and holding his arms out for you.
“Doll…please. Come here. Let me kiss you. It’s all I’ve wanted to do for the past three weeks.”
Your whispered “okay,” can barely be heard above your breathing but the second he’s close enough you launch yourself into his arms.
He wraps you up tightly, your slight shakes making him coo softly in your ear as he smooths his hands along your back and kisses your head.
“Oh doll,” he whispers. “I’m fine. I’m right here.”
Your face presses into his chest and you inhale.
When his hand slides higher and wraps around the back of your neck he brings your eyes to his, their gaze falling to your mouth before he closes the distance, crashing his lips to yours.
Your broken moan makes him press you impossibly closer, needing to feel all of you.
He growls your name and takes two steps backward, pinning you against the wall. His lips trail down your neck and then back up until they meet your earlobe.
“I can’t fuck you here doll. But if we don’t stop that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“I need you now,” you plead, dragging your fingers through his hair. “Now Bucky. Please. I can’t wait.”
You’ve barely got the words out when he lifts you into his arms and starts to move down the hallway. You pull on his shirt and wrap your legs around his waist, rocking your hips against his.
His hand reaches out to feel for a doorknob and he kicks open the door to an old med room. You slide down his body and onto the floor as he reaches behind him to turn the lock.
Your fingers slip under his shirt and you run your fingernails over his abs as he walks you backward toward the wall.
“Take his off. Please. I need to feel you.”
“That’s my line doll,” he murmurs.
The urgency in your touch is nearly his undoing and between kisses he fumbles with your leggings, groaning when he slips his hand between your legs and feels the soaked fabric of your panties.
With a rip they float to the floor and he spreads your legs apart with his knee. You push his pants down and free him, taking him in your hand and guiding him closer.
He stills, trying to focus on his breathing and garner some semblance of control.
“Rough Bucky. I want it hard and rough.”
There goes any chance he had of holding onto control.
He fills you in one swift stroke and you bite back a scream, moaning into his hand when he covers your mouth.
“I thought about you the whole fucking time we were gone. I never stopped.”
He drops his hand to hear you whine his name in response and he slows the movement of his hips.
“Tell me you missed me,” he groans.
You inhale and curl your fingers into his skin.
“I missed you.”
He grabs your ass and lifts you higher, angling your hips so he can go deeper.
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Pregnant!Reader (girlfriend)
Warnings: a lil angst, pregnant reader, redemption, Lloyd being a horny bastard (implied)
Catch up here: Plant Theft
A/N: Please consider I mostly do not write canon Lloyd.
“Come on, cupcake. You need new clothes,” Lloyd tuts. “I won’t tell you twice. I took a week off to take care of you.”
You’d rather stay at home, snuggled in your favorite blanket. “It’s the least I can expect after you were away for almost a month. I had to go to the latest ultrasound alone.”
Lloyd sighs deeply. You pout and cross your arms over your grown belly, pushing your tits up. His eyes darken, and he cups his crotch.
Since he got to know that you are pregnant, he’s horny all the time. Not that he wasn’t a horny bastard before you got pregnant.
“Cupcake, if you keep on presenting the goods on a silver plate, we will never make it to the boutique. Now, get up and in the car. You’re wearing one of my shirts and sweatpants.”
“But…but…it’s comfortable and I don’t wanna go shopping,” you stick your tongue out. “I only wanna sit here and have a snack. Maybe you are allowed to cuddle me too.”
“Cuddle you, huh?” He grins, as his eyes drop to your cleavage again. Lloyd licks his lips and hums. “Muffin, we will go shopping. No discussion. If you don’t get up, I’ll carry you out of the house.”
You grumble under your breath but push the warm blanket off your body, revealing your baby bump to your boyfriend. He sucks in a breath and curses. “Damn, you look ready to get eaten.”
“Help me up,” you mutter as Lloyd is busy staring at your tits and belly. “Lloyd, help me up. I can’t get up today.”
He snickers at your predicament. The sofa is too comfy, and you don’t have the energy to get up on your own. “Aw, look at my pretty muffin stuffed with a sweet Lloyd filling…”
“No…just no,” you hate looking in the mirror today. You love your baby bump and feeling the new life growing in your belly. But today you don’t feel comfortable trying new clothes on. “It doesn’t fit. It’s too small.”
“The changing cubicle or the pants?” Lloyd jokes.
“What?” You poke your head out of the changing cubicle to glare at Lloyd. “Did you really just say that? How dare you! I didn’t want to come here and try stupid pants on.”
You shove the pants down your thighs, wiggling them down to throw the fabric at Lloyd.
“Muffin, I tried to be funny!” Lloyd raises his hands in surrender while you throw all the clothes you want to try on at him.
“I’m done here,” you grunt. “I won’t try more clothes on. I want to go home right now!”
“Cupcake? Muffin?” He steps toward the changing cubicle. “I didn’t mean it that way. Baby? Y/N?”
“Forget it!” You storm out of the changing cubicle, walking past Lloyd. “I will never talk to you again.”
Lloyd pokes his head inside the bedroom. “Baby muffin? Cupcake?” He sighs deeply. You didn’t talk to him for almost five hours. “You know that my humor is not for everyone. Cupcake, you are beautiful to me. Even more, since you are having my baby.
You pout and refuse to look at Lloyd. “Go away.” You snap at him. “I don’t want you near me tonight.”
“I got something for you, wait…” He opens the bedroom door to push a serving trolley filled with plants into the bedroom.
“What?” You glance at the plants and flowers on the trolley. “You can’t buy my forgiveness with flowers.”
“Plants, muffin,” he corrects. “Look, I know my joke wasn’t funny. I didn’t want to hurt you, baby cakes.” Lloyd turns around to walk back outside only to carry a huge flower hamper inside. “I got more, wait…”
“Lloyd,” your eyes get glassy seeing all the plants and flowers Lloyd carries inside the room. Within a few minutes, the room is filled with plants and flowers. “What did you do? Be honest.” You push the covers off you to kneel on the bed. Looking at all the plants and flowers you frown. “Lloyd, did you rob a flower shop?”
“Muffin, I’m not a criminal,” he tuts. “Maybe I threatened another customer because they wanted to buy one of the plants I wanted. But that’s all.”
“Hmmm…you are not forgiven,” you point your index finger at Lloyd. “But I accept your peace offering. Raise me to food, and you are allowed to share the bed with me.”
Lloyd grins. He gives you a wink before jumping on the bed. “Does this include letting me eat your sweet muffin?”
Summary: We get to know how you and Lloyd got together.
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Reader
Warnings: Christmas mood, sweet reader, maybe clueless reader, language, a little fluff, a hint of groping
A/N: This is the prequel to my miniseries: Plant Apocalypse
“Put your Christmas sweater on,” you sing along to the music blaring from your phone. You shake your ass and giggle as the snowman you placed on your desk starts singing the moment you pass him by. “Yeah, you too!”
Lifting the box with Christmas decorations you huff. There are so many people around in this house and no one offered their help with the Christmas decoration.
You walk over to Lloyd’s office, smiling wildly as one of the newer agents wishes you happy holidays.
“Cheery and bright, guys,” you coo and wave at the men discussing the next job, or target.
You shrug when they don’t look your way. Whatever they are up to is none of your business. From the moment you started working for Lloyd, you knew it was better to shut your mouth and not ask too many questions about his business.
While you fight to open the door and balance the box in your arm the men get louder. They seem to fight over something the newbie said.
“Hey, no fighting in here.” You yell, and the men stop in their tracks. “Mr. Hansen hates it when you demolish the headquarters!”
“Sorry,” they mumble. No one would believe that five bulky and heavily armored men stopped fighting only because you yelled at them.
“That’s much better. It’s Christmas, team. We should be cheery and happy, not fight. In the kitchen are cookies and later we can have hot chocolate.”
You managed to open the door and walk inside the office, huffing as it looks cold and unwelcoming.
There are monitors on the wall and a desk in the middle of the room. The other wall is grey and undecorated. Nothing is making you sadder than a room without decoration and plants.
“I’ll turn this cold room into a nice office,” you put the box on the couch standing next to the door. “Mr. Hansen will love it.”
You clap your hands and cheer yourself up.
“What the fuck is that?” Lloyd feels like he’s going to vomit rainbows. He looks around his office, shaking his head in disbelief. “I was away for two hours, and someone infiltrated my office and turned it into Santa’s shithole.”
“Mr. Hansen, you are back!” You squeal and walk toward Lloyd. “Welcome to your new office. I decorated it for you to make it look more festive.”
“I-“ He chokes on air as there is a rocking Santa next to his beloved gun shelf. You even dared to sling a fairy light around one of the shotguns. “What did you do? You are…you are…”
He looks you up and down. You’re wearing an ugly Christmas sweater with a snowman and blinking lights.
“I know.” You wrap Lloyd in a hug. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I got a Christmas sweater for you too, Sir. You’ll love it. It matches your eyes.”
Lloyd opens his mouth. He wants to tell you that you are fired. You violated his sanctuary, his beloved office but he can’t bring the words out. I mean, he killed people for less, but he can’t hurt you, or ruin your festive mood.
“I got you a matching one,” you smile sweetly. “I had hoped you’d wear it when we have hot chocolate and cookies.”
“Cupcake,” he sighs deeply and runs one hand down his face. Lloyd is a cold-blooded man and doesn’t give a shit about people, but he cares for you. “If I wear this thing, my men will believe I got weak and kill me.”
“Oh,” you sniffle. “I didn’t think this through. You’re a dangerous and strong man. Men like you don’t wear Christmas sweaters or kiss a girl under the mistletoe.”
“Mistletoe?” He cocks his head as you point at the mistletoe you hung up above his desk. Lloyd smirks. “So…did you already test the mistletoe?”
“I was alone at your office, Mr. Hansen,” you giggle. “It’s physically impossible for me to kiss myself.”
“Cupcake, you’d wonder about the uncanny flexibility of some people,” he gives you a dirty grin.
You wrinkle your nose. “Gross.”
“Yeah, a pretty girl on her knees is much better than suckin—” You cover his mouth to stop Lloyd from saying something gross.
“Do you like the decoration?” You look up at Lloyd with glassy eyes. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Sighing dreamily, you wait for Lloyd’s answer.
“Let’s see.” Lloyd walks you backward until you stand under the mistletoe. “How about we follow the tradition of kisses under the mistletoe?”
He cups your face and presses his lips to yours. Lloyd kisses you slowly, and almost sweetly. A stark contrast to his personality and profession.
“That was,” you whimper against his lips, “nice.”
“Not bad, cupcake,” he steps away to watch you stand on wobbling legs. He hums and almost doesn’t hate the decoration until his eyes land on a plant on his desk. “What is that?”
“Oh…” you smile sweetly. “I love plants, Lloyd. Don’t you love plants too?”
“I should shoot it for standing near my laptop,” he grunts and pokes the plant with his index finger.
“You’ll get used to it. How about I show you the plants at my apartment?” He watches you wring your hands. For months you tried to find the guts to ask Lloyd out and now you got him where you want him. “I’ll cook for you.”
“Hmm…” He is considering your offer. “I hope you know I love dessert the most…” Lloyd grins. He wraps his arm around your waistline and moves his hand to your ass. “Maybe we can have dessert first…”
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