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raven-dor · 2 days ago

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illicit affairs

in which you distance yourself from bucky barnes, and he won’t rest until he knows why

PAIRING: congressman!bucky barnes x fem!reader

WARNINGS: fluff, morning sickness, pregnancy, miscommunication (but ig it's more like refusing to communicate), given last name! (Clark), arguing, ANGSTY ANGSTY ANGST, more arguing, kissing, fluff ending

WORD COUNT: 4.7k

🎶 : illicit affairs - taylor swift

AN: 🩵♥️💗 - this is like my favorite angsty fic of all time, like it's up there with me and my husband (gwayne hightower) EEEK HAPPY READING!! also i might write a part two where the use the house she bought if that's something you guys would be interested in

The sun shone through the curtains, yellow and bright. You stared at the man dead asleep beside you, a contented smile creeping on your lips. He looked so peaceful, not at all like how he looked awake, always stressed, always worrying over something. If it wasn’t Congress or the team, it was you. Worry was Bucky’s main emotion, you would say when you teased him. He worried over your safety the most, often trying to convince you to stop working in the office, practically begging you to work from home.

You glared at him every time.

You could never bring yourself to stay angry, though. He was caring, more than most had ever been with you. You were fragile, something he cherished.

It made you feel valuable; your cheeks warmed just thinking about it.

He grumbled, burying his face further into your torso. His arm was lazily wrapped around your waist, and he smiled in his sleep, pulling you closer. You hadn’t wanted to wake him, but he had a meeting in forty-five minutes, and he still needed his routine cup of coffee. “Buck. You have to get up.”

“Five more minutes.”

“Bucky…” You laughed, running your fingers through his hair. “You’ll be late.”

“I could run there in five minutes.” You knew from the look on his face that he was considering it. Thanks to his super soldier serum, he really could run around the entirety of Washington D.C. in less than an hour.

“You could, but your hair would be a mess.” You frowned, reaching down to run your fingers through the sleep-tangled tresses. “A lot like it is now. Besides, think about the people who voted for you, who elected you to this office. They wouldn’t exactly enjoy learning that their congressman was late to a meeting.”

“I hate when you’re right.” He groaned, rolling over and walking toward the bathroom, leaving the door open as he fixed his appearance. “Have I told you how lovely you look this morning?”

“No.” You playfully glared. “And if you did, you’d be a liar.”

He scoffed. “You’re timeless, Doll. Would’ve took my breath away even in the ’40s.” Your heart fluttered from his compliment. “Are you coming into work with me?”

You shrugged, biting your lip as you admired his back muscles. “Dunno. I think I’ll take a half day. Probably go on a walk, find a nice cafe to get some work done in.”

He frowned. “What am I going to do without you?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’ll be just fine. The world will turn without me running the office while you’re gone.”

“I don’t know.” He was rather dramatic in the morning. “My executive assistant is important-”

“We can’t go to work together.” You hissed. “You know that. The press would have a field day-”

“I don’t care.” He sat on the edge of your shared bed. “Don’t you think it’s time the office knows?”

“Bucky. Think of your career, your position. It would look like an abuse of power, I would have to stop working-”

“Perfect.” He looked terribly pleased with your last statement. “I’ve been trying to get you to stop working in the office for months.”

“I like working.” You glared. “And I thought we’d finally gotten past that.”

“We have.” He smiled, reaching out to hold your hand in his. “I just want you to be-”

“I know.” You sighed. “But I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can.” He leaned in, lips brushing against yours. “Doesn’t mean I can’t worry.”

Your eyes welled up, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “You love me too much.”

He shook his head, eyes darting to your lips. “Not such thing as too much, Doll.”

You leaped up, pulling him down to you, his eyes wide as you kissed him senseless. “God, I love you.” You murmured against his lips.

He grinned, kissing down your neck. “I love you more.”

He’d been late to work. You had to peel yourself away from his touch and practically push him out the door, waving goodbye until his car had vanished from your sight.

His townhouse was perfect, warm and inviting. When you first started dating, it was empty, with only the bare necessities. You’d laughed when you’d entered, insisting that he let you take him shopping. He’d agreed, and you would later find out he would agree to anything you asked simply because he loved the way your eyes lit up when you were determined.

Your stomach lurched, and you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut to try and quell the nausea. Finding your way into the kitchen, you grabbed your favorite mug, one that Bucky had bought with you in mind, and made yourself a cup of peppermint tea. Another wave of nausea, stronger than the last, hit you as the steam hit your nostrils. You realized that this was not something you could solve with a couple of deep breaths and a cup of tea; your stomach once again grumbled as you rushed toward the bathroom.

Denial.

That was the first stage, right?

You stared at the tests on the bathroom counter, too shocked to cry. There was no possible way this was real. You’d been safe, you’d taken extra precautions. The science behind the super soldier serum coursing through his veins was something neither of you understood, and so you decided you’d rather be safe than sorry.

Apparently, you thought as you stared wide-eyed at the positive pregnancy tests in front of you, your extra precautions had been for nothing. This was horrible timing, plain and simple. He’d finally made a name for himself other than the ‘Winter Soldier’. He was finally coming into his own, and you’d ruined it.

You had to resign. You had to leave before the press found out.

No, you reasoned with yourself. No one knew you were dating; if you simply pretended that you were pregnant by some random man, the office would believe you.

There was one major flaw in that plan. What would Bucky think? What would he think if his girlfriend of almost two years suddenly broke up with him and showed up to work a week later, visibly pregnant?

You decided to stick with your original plan, resigning from the office and fleeing DC. You ran up the stairs, shoving everything you’d accumulated into the two bags you kept here. Your drawer would be empty by the time he came home.

He would eventually understand that you were saving his job, saving what you’d both worked so hard for him to achieve. Besides, who knew if he even wanted that with you, a child, a domestic life? This was James Barnes, the World War II veteran, Avenger, and congressman. He had no time for trivial things like that.

Anger.

Your life was exactly what you’d wanted, perfect in every way that counted. Your relationship with Bucky was perfect.

At least, until now.

He had been the first man to truly love you, to care about you. You weren’t some object, some underling. You were his equal, his great love, his partner.

You’d finally achieved your dream. You came to DC to head an office, to become a political weapon. You’d done that, you’d seen the potential in Bucky, and you had gotten him into office.

This wasn’t fair.

You loved him, you loved him so much that it hurt. He was a gentleman. He held the door open, he respected you, he was- Angry hot tears ran down your cheeks as you lugged the bags over your shoulders, locking the front door behind you, leaving your key underneath the mat.

This really sucked.

You hailed a taxi, smiling gratefully when the driver helped you with your bags. “Where to, Miss?”

“Doll?” Bucky called out, shutting the door behind him. “You didn’t show up to work! Something wrong?”

No response. You were probably upstairs, too tired to call back out to him. He set the takeout bags on the kitchen counter, shrugging off his sports coat. “I brought Indian food from your favorite place down on 8th street.”

By this point, you were typically barreling down the hallway, jumping into his arms and peppering kisses over his face. He frowned, the house much too silent for his liking. “Baby? Are you home?”

The hallway was dark, too dark for his liking. You were known for leaving the lights on, too scared to walk around his house in the dark. He laughed when you’d told him, but he’d never judged. If it made you feel safer, then he was all for it.

He’d checked every room, every possible place you could be, but you were nowhere to be found. It was like you’d never even existed. His mind began to cloud, dark and poisonous.

His first thought was that someone had taken you. That they, whoever they were, had followed the pair of you home one day, found out where he lived, and taken you as collateral. He began to dial Sam’s number when he pushed your shared bedroom door open, frowning at the sight before him.

Your drawer was open, empty of all the things you’d brought over. He shut the door behind him, pushing the bathroom door open to find that even your products in the mirror above the sink and the shower had disappeared. His heart stopped, hands shaking as he deleted Sam’s number to make way for yours. It had rung two times before you picked up.

“Hello?”

“Thank god.” His voice was quiet. “Came home and you weren’t here. Thought something had happened.”

“I um…” You felt horrible, horrible that he had thought you’d been taken. You almost gave in, almost told him the truth. He loved you, and you knew he would be excited. “I-” No, you shook your head, you had to do this for him, for his future. He loved you, and you loved him, which is precisely why you had to do this. “I think we should stop seeing each other.”

This was his nightmare; this was infinitely worse than someone taking you. That he could fight, he could win; this was uncharted territory. His heart clenched, on the verge of breaking clean in half. “What?”

“This has been on my mind for some time now.” Lie. “It would be best, for both of us, for your career-” You willed yourself not to cry, not to break from the sound of his voice, more anxious than you’d ever heard him. “I’m sorry, but-”

“Where is this coming from, Doll?” He sounded desperate, broken. A tear ran down your cheek. “Did something happen? Did I-”

“Bucky.” You cried, the tears you’d tried so hard to hold back breaking free. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“No.” He shook his head. “I am going to make this harder than it has to be, because I love you."

Bargaining.

His voice broke, desperate for an explanation. “Just tell me what happened, baby.”

“I’d like to take the rest of this week off, please.” He would be better off without you, without this whole mess. This was for the best, you tried to convince yourself. “I’ll be back to work next week.”

“Where are you?” If he could just see you, he would know. He was sure of it; he could read you like an open book. It was for that very reason that you did not want to tell him where you were.

“I’m-” It was only a matter of time before he found where you were. Hell, he’d had your location in his phone since before you started dating, for safety purposes, of course. You’d laughed when he'd asked, giving him yours in return. It had been sweet, the way he nervously bit his lip. You remembered your cheeks flushing, stomach fluttering at the action.

Now it made you want to cry.

“I’m at my apartment.”

“Your apartment?” He felt like he was dying, his heart clenching so tightly he thought he was having a heart attack. Maybe he was. You hadn’t been to your apartment in months, spending virtually every waking moment at his place. He’d even persuaded you to move in last week. “Thought you were moving in with me-”

“Things change, okay?” You snapped, slapping a hand over your mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- to snap like that.” You wiped your face clean of tears. “We were never going to last forever.” Lie number two. “Please, just let me do this.”

“No.” He shook his head as if you could see him. “I can fix this, we can-”

“I’ll see you in a week, Congressman.”

True to your word, he hadn’t seen or heard from you all week. The radio silence made him jittery, and he began to lose focus in meetings, his peers growing more and more annoyed by his apparent lack of care regarding the nation’s interest.

He wished he could tell them that his life turned upside down on a random Tuesday, that the love of his life had left him out of nowhere, but he knew better.

They wouldn’t care.

He’d been counting down the days, staring at his door for some form of life, for your familiar frame.

Your desk was right outside his office, and he often found himself watching you through the glass wall. Now he just stared at nothing, at the empty desk that turned his mood sour. He frowned, dropping his face into his hands, wallowing in misery.

“Congressman?”

His heart skipped, head whipping up. “Ms. Clark.”

You hadn’t wanted to go back to work, but you couldn’t just quit over the phone.

Or at least, that’s what you told yourself. You could have, probably should have, but your heart craved him, your eyes had to see him once more.

Then you could hand in your resignation letter.

You waved hello to the office as you walked toward your desk, almost laughing to yourself at the sight before you. There sat Bucky Barnes, in all his glory, with his head in his hands. If this were normal circumstances, if you hadn’t just broken up with him and were planning on moving across the country, you would have laughed.

You draped your coat over the back of your chair, pulling your resignation letter out of your bag. “Congressman?” You cleared your throat, heart thumping hard against your chest.

“Ms. Clark.” His head whipped up, eyes wide as he stared at you. “You’re back.”

“I am.” You reminded yourself that you were in the office and thus had to behave professionally. Placing the letter in front of him, you mustered up the weakest smile known to man. “Here is my resignation letter.”

“Resignation letter?” Bucky rubbed his eyes, like you weren’t real, a figment of his imagination. “Ms. Clark-”

“Thank you.” You whispered, not having the strength to look at him any longer. “For understanding.”

“Wait just a second-” He stood up, practically racing toward the door to shut it before you could leave. “Don’t thank me for understanding.” His cologne threatened to overpower your senses. “Don’t thank me because I don’t understand.” He looked miserable, hands twitching like he was forcing himself not to touch you. “You haven’t given me any real reason.”

“Bucky.” Your voice was like a warning, a plea not to escalate things.

He didn’t happen to care, because he couldn’t let you go. Not without a fight, or at the very least, a reason for your sudden end of an otherwise happy relationship.

He whispered your name so faintly you could have sworn he’d never said it. “I can’t let you go.”

“This is highly inappropriate. We are at work, anyone could walk in at-”

“I don’t care.” He hissed. “I love you? Do you know how much I love you?”

“Of course I do.” You whispered, scared of someone overhearing. “And I- I loved-”

“Bullshit.” He shook his head, refusing to believe it. “We were happy. You were happy. You told me you loved me that morning. What happened in nine hours?”

“If there’s nothing else you need…” You straightened your posture. “I’ll be just outside.”

“I need you.” He said it like it was a fact, like it was certain, etched in stone since the beginning of time. “You might not need me, but I need you.”

Oh, how you wanted to correct him. You needed him like air, like the very oxygen that filled your lungs. You’d been in love with him for so long that you’d forgotten what it had been like before him. “Congressman-”

“Don’t.” He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t hear you reject him one more time. Not when he knew that you still loved him. He knew it, even if you didn’t. “That will be all.”

“Fine.” You nodded, turning on your heels like you hadn’t just broken his heart. Like you hadn’t just broken your own heart.

Depression.

You were actively fighting through it, fighting against crumbling into ash and letting the Earth swallow you whole. You’d been to a total of two doctors’ appointments, and even that had done nothing to improve your mood.

If anything, it made it worse, knowing that Bucky would never be there, holding your hand and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He would never see her first steps, her playing in the front yard, her first dance recital.

And that was fine, because he would be doing great things, he would be changing the world.

You didn’t even know if it was a girl or a boy. You had a feeling that it was a girl; your feeling was more of a wish than intuition. You’d always known you’d have a girl; it was something that had been part of you for as long as you’d loved playing with dolls.

Your hand fell to your stomach, caressing it gently as you whispered. “Hello, my darling.” It was too early to tell if it was a boy or a girl, too early for kicking, too early for most things.

You felt crazy when you talked to your baby; it wasn’t like she (or he) could hear you or show you that it could. “You’re going to be so loved, so deeply loved.”

The bed in your apartment was comfortable, but you missed your bed, the one you’d been sleeping in for almost a year. Bucky’s bed. You missed his smell, his warmth. You slept in the one shirt he’d left over here every night, pretending as if nothing had gone wrong, that you hadn’t broken the one thing that kept you sane.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You whispered again, eyes tearing up as you thought of him. “I miss your father.”

Only two more days until you leave DC.

Technically, one and a half.

It felt surreal. You’d come here with such big dreams, and now, here you were, leaving with your tail tucked between your legs.

It was fine, not everyone was made for this life.

You thought you had been.

You’d already put a down payment on a modest house in a small town somewhere in Pennsylvania. It was pale blue, with three bedrooms, two stories, and it took everything in your savings.

The front yard was perfect for playing in, for growing up. The large oak tree that shaded the house was perfect for climbing, even a tire swing.

Maybe this was it, acceptance.

It felt like it, in some horribly strange way. You’d finally reached the last stage of grief, of mourning your past life.

Mourning your great love.

The office was relatively quiet, a nice reprieve from a normally chaotic environment. You’d decided to make the most of your last two days to finally organize the file system, hopefully enough so that his next executive assistant had an easier time finding things than you had.

You wondered as you flipped through a folder labeled ‘The Superhero Support Act’ if he and his next assistant would fall in love, if she would make him forget about the pain you’d caused.

You hoped she did; he deserved happiness.

By noon, you’d already organized all the digital files, your desk, and Bucky’s office. It was time for the white whale - the file closet.

It was dingy in here, the one hanging light doing nothing to brighten the space. You groaned, knowing that this would take longer than you thought. The files were dusty; they had obviously been neglected since the invention of the computer. Deciding to organize the files chronologically, you began your last mission.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

You cursed at the sky, wishing that Bucky would just leave before either of you said something you’d regret. You continued to face away from him, still sorting through the files as diligently as before. “Just doing my job.”

“Mhm.” You imagined he was leaning against the doorway, looking as handsome as always, his jacket unbuttoned. “I see that.” He didn’t speak for a while, simply watching you organize. You wished he would leave once more.

Wishes, apparently, are not granted on Capitol Hill.

“I love you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Congressman-”

“Don’t call me that.” He frowned. “C’mon, Doll-”

“Don’t.” You stood up, finally facing him. “We are at work.” He raised an eyebrow, stepping forward and letting the door fall shut. Your eyes widened, and you stepped forward, trying to open it. “If someone finds us in here-”

“What will they do?” Bucky laughed. “You're leaving, as you love to remind me.”

“Why are you being so difficult?”

“Funny.” He took in your face, trying to memorize it before you left. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

“Stop looking at me like that.” You whispered.

“Like what?” He whispered back.

“Like you still love me.”

“Of course I still love you.” He scoffed, following after you as you walked backwards, desperate to put distance between the two of you. “I’ll always love you.”

Your eyes welled. “You don’t mean that.”

“Stop telling me what I mean.”

Your back hit the file shelf, gasping. “I-”

He was barely a breath away from you, eyes darting toward your lips. “When will you understand that I love you? That I’m here, and I’m not leaving. That I’ve loved you since you walked into my campaign office, all frazzled, barking out orders?” His hand came up to your cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen against your will. “That I wake up in the middle of the night, and the first thing I do is look over to make sure you’re still there, that you’re breathing, that you're real?”

“Bucky-” You were sobbing, fighting every instinct that screamed to let him in, to tell him the truth. “Stop.” Every time he spoke, it softened your resolve, made you want to tell him what you’d been carrying by yourself.

He shook his head, leaning his forehead against yours. “I don’t know what happened, but I’m not going to leave you alone. I know you love me, I know-”

You place one hand over his mouth, the other on his chest. “It’s for the best, trust me. You said you love me, so just let me do this. Let me do this for you.”

He raised an eyebrow, delicately peeling your hand away from his mouth. “Do what? What’s going on, baby?” He grew more and more worried every second you sobbed, every second you refused to open up to him. “Did someone-”

“No.” You shook your head. “No, it’s nothing like that. Bucky, I love you so much-”

He grinned, a glimmer of hope breaking through his otherwise melancholy face. “I love you too-”

“But this is for your own good.” Both of your hands were on his chest, pushing him away like he was temptation itself. “You’re meant to do great things, and you can do those, but I can’t be the person who slows you down.”

“Is that why you broke up with me?” He laughed. “I appreciate you looking out for me, really I do, but you can’t make that decision for me.”

“Too late.” You cried, his shirt wrinkling under your hold. “It’s too late.”

“No, it’s not.” He shook his head, his hands holding your face like it was precious. If you had asked him, it was. “You’re scaring me, baby. What’s got you so upset? Talk to me.”

“I- I can’t-”

“You can-”

“You don’t get it-” You sobbed. “I-”

“C’mon, Doll.” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke. “I’m right here.”

“I’m pregnant, alright?” You sobbed. “There you go, there it is.” He staggered back, staring at you in disbelief. You felt jittery, manic with fear from his reaction, or lack of reaction. “I’m sorry, I just-” You hugged yourself, rambling as you tried to explain the reasoning behind your decision.

“I found out after you left for work, and I-I couldn’t live with myself if I slowed you down. You’re amazing, you’re really making a change for these people. And I’m so proud of you, so so proud. You’re my finest achievement, and I-I couldn’t see it all go to waste. I knew if I told you, you’d drop everything, and I couldn’t have that. Because you care too much, and it scares me. It’s horrifying how much you love me. I’m not used to it. You’re supposed to be more selfish, you have to be more selfish, especially in this-”

You tilted your head, glaring at the man in front of you. “Are you even listening?” He had that same glazed-over look in his eye, still staring in disbelief. “Are you serious? I know I messed up, but the least you could do is say something.” Bucky slowly walked back toward you, like a predator stalking its prey. “I’m sorry, I really am. Just please, say something, say anything-” You gasped when his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you carefully into his hold. “Bucky-”

His lips dove to yours, your eyes fluttering shut as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. He grinned, your teeth momentarily clashing, neither of you wanting to let up. Your knees weakened, glad that he had an arm around your waist, holding you up with ease. “We can’t-”

“Are you sure?” He pulled back, breath heaving as he spoke. “Are you sure that you’re pregnant?”

You nodded, smiling timidly. “Eight weeks yesterday.”

“Eight weeks?” His eyes welled with tears as he stared at your stomach. “Oh, baby…”

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered. “I didn’t want to-”

“I love you.” He grinned, peppering kisses all over your face, your laughter bubbling in waves as you squirmed under his attack of affection. “I love you so much, and I-” He fidgeted with something in his pocket. “This is horrible timing, I know that.”

“What?” Your heart dropped as he lowered himself onto one knee. “Bucky-”

“Before you say anything, just let me get this out, and then you can scold me or kiss me, whatever you want.” He smiled, pulling out a small velvet box. “I’ve been trying to find the right time to say this, and now seems as good a time as any.” The ring inside was old, simple, but elegant all the same. “This is my mother’s ring. Rebecca still had it.”

“Bucky-”

“I want to marry you. So badly it hurts. Marry me, and I swear you’ll be happy as long as you live.”

“You know my answer is yes.” You cried, leaning down to kiss him. “A million times, yes.”

He smiled, placing the ring on your finger. “Thank god. If you tried to leave again i was just going to blurt it out, and I didn’t think that-”

“This is perfect. You’re perfect.” You grinned, staring at the ring as he stood up. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, Doll.” He kissed the back of your hand, smiling when he saw his mother’s ring. “I do have one request.”

“Yeah?” You raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

“Next time you’re pregnant…” Your heart skipped at the way he so casually said ‘next time,’ like it was inevitable. “Tell me before you do anything rash.”

You nodded, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind his ear. “Sounds reasonable enough.”

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admiringlove · 3 days ago

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tw: nsfw, afab/fem! reader. themes of insecurity. a/n. this is me practicing to write smut properly. do drop a comment if there's any advice or comments because i'm only just starting to write nsfw after a decade of writing sfw things 😭🙏

[22:02] . . .

“hey.”

you open the door just a sliver first, out of habit, out of anxiety, out of something you can’t name, and then wider—letting it swing open until it hits the rubber stopper near the wall. you’re leaning on it, the wood cool against the back of your arm, and the hallway lights pour in behind geto like they’re illuminating something cinematic. but he’s just there. as usual. hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket, chin tilted down just slightly like he’s already bracing for your mood, your sharp tongue, your jokes. he steps in without asking, of course he does. doesn’t even give you a second glance as he passes by, like he already owns the air between you.

you watch his back retreat into your space—your soft, stupid, lived-in dorm with the dumb clutter and gojo’s idiotic meme posters and the bunny plushie you still sleep with—and you sigh, defeated in the way you only get around him. you throw yourself on the bed the way someone might fall into water: all abandon and no grace. the mattress groans beneath you, and you reach blindly for your book, the one you were pretending to read before he knocked.

“you didn’t look too good today,” suguru says casually. not cruel. just noticing. “i go too rough on you in training?”

“you wish,” you mutter, but it’s a breathless thing. you’re already losing the thread of what you meant to say next, already faltering. because when you glance up, he’s watching you.

and not in that indifferent, smug way you’re used to. no, tonight he’s watching you the way someone might watch the clouds before a storm, or the water before it breaks into waves. calculating. quiet. his brow lifts slightly, and suddenly you’re flustered. you’re tucking your legs under you. you’re sitting up straighter. you’re all too aware of how fucking childish your dorm looks. you want to hide the plushies, the figurines, the chipped mugs with silly quotes on them, the tangle of rollerblades and laundry in the corner.

and he’s still just staring. you are eighteen years old but somehow you feel twelve in front of him.

because this is geto suguru, and the thing about suguru is that everyone knows what you feel. it’s not a secret. not really. you’re sure even the new first years can see it. your feelings stick to you like static. like glitter. like something embarrassing you can’t scrub off. and the worst part? he knows. of course he knows. he’s him. he knows and he does nothing. says nothing. just keeps stringing you along with touches that don’t mean anything and smiles that might mean everything.

you look down. you rub your thighs together where they’re bare above the hem of your shorts. you can feel the heat rising to your face. “i don’t know. i’ve just been stressed lately.”

“stressed?” he echoes. skeptical. the corner of his mouth lifts just slightly. “your cursed energy feels fine. missions are going well. didn’t you ace all your exams?”

“yeah, i mean, i did. but…” you shrug, your voice trailing into a quieter register. “i don’t know. it feels like i’m burning out. like i’m... like i’m disappearing a little more every day and i don’t know how to stop it.”

he tilts his head, something slow and calculating moving behind his eyes. he looks at you like he’s cataloguing every little tick in your expression. every word you don’t say. “don’t you do anything to destress?”

you shrug again, a little defensive now. “i do. i play games with satoru. i go out with shoko. i go rollerblading with haibara and nanami. i get food with you.”

geto rolls his eyes, and stands up. and now your whole body is on high alert.

you shift slightly on the bed, tracking him as he walks toward you. your back straightens without meaning to, your hands fidget in your lap, your gaze dips but then darts back up—like you’re scared to watch him and scared not to. his steps are lazy but deliberate. his presence fills the room like heat, like static, like something you don’t know how to handle.

“i mean something that really gets your mind off things,” he says, voice low now, deeper. “off jujutsu. off curses. off all this trying-to-be-better bullshit. something that makes you forget the weight.”

“i just said i—” you start, but he cuts you off.

“honey.”

he says it flat. like it’s nothing. like it’s air. but it breaks you open.

your whole body stills. your heart stops, or jumps, or stutters—you can’t tell anymore. the word hits you low and warm in your belly. like syrup. like sin. and he’s standing between your legs now. you don’t remember letting him get this close, but he is. so close. close enough that you can smell his cologne. close enough that your breath is fanning against his stomach.

“video games and burgers aren’t gonna fix burnout,” suguru says, lifting his hand. the pads of his fingers brush beneath your chin, tilt your face up like you’re made of something softer than you feel. “you need to find something that helps you come back to your body. that makes you feel like yourself again.”

your mind goes completely, utterly blank.

because a year ago, you dreamed about this. a thousand different versions of it. of him standing in this tiny room with its ugly carpet and hand-me-down furniture and mismatched blankets. of him with you—really with you. and now it’s happening. and you don’t know what to say. what to do. you just look up at him, wide-eyed and trembling and painfully aware of how little there is between your skin and his. and your heart, god, your heart—beating too loud. too fast.

you swallow. “i can’t think,” you say softly, almost a whisper. almost a confession.

suguru just smiles. slow. knowing. ruinous. “good,” he says.

“tell me,” he murmurs, voice a velvet edge. his fingers trail over your cheek with the kind of care that feels surgical. like he’s trying to peel you back, layer by layer, until there’s nothing left but pulse and breath. his index finger pauses at your temple, resting there, light but deliberate. as if he could press through the bone and unravel the knots behind your eyes. “do you touch yourself?”

you blink. like a fool. like a deer in the middle of a highway. like someone who was never built for this kind of intimacy, at least not with him. you stare up at geto, wide-eyed and stilled, until your mouth finally works around the echo: “do i what?”

his grin is unfair. crooked and indulgent, something close to cruel but not quite. not really. he licks his lips, eyes half-lidded as he leans in just enough for his breath to skate over your skin. “do you touch yourself, dummy?”

dummy. a nickname soaked in condescension and something teasing and dangerous and so casually affectionate it borders on unkind. it makes your stomach clench, the humiliation immediate and bright, because you are a dummy in front of suguru. you always have been.

you’ve loved him too long, too quietly. you’ve followed him through fire and rain and boredom. you’ve laughed at his jokes, even when they weren’t funny. you’ve clung to every offhanded compliment like it was scripture. and now? now he’s touching your face like you’re glass he’s trying to see through. and smiling at you like he knows exactly what you’ll say before you say it. still, your voice comes out small.

“i do,” you admit. it’s pathetic, the way you say it. barely above a whisper. your hands fidget in your lap, knees nudging together, shame gathering under your skin like a fever. “but… not like that.”

his smile fades, just the tiniest bit, replaced with something slower. quieter. more curious than mocking. “not like what?”

you’re staring at his mouth now. at the way it moves when he speaks. at the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips without thinking. you want to blame the heat in your face on the way he’s looking at you, but the truth is you’ve been this way since the moment you let him into your room.

you hesitate. your throat clicks when you swallow.

“like…” you pause. your eyes fall to his shirt collar. to the bare sliver of skin at his throat. to the faint pulse there. you wonder if it speeds up the way yours does.

“…like orgasmed.”

the word comes out too final. like a confession in a hospital bed. like something ugly and medical and wrong. you hate it. you hate saying it out loud, especially in front of suguru, especially when his gaze sharpens immediately. not cruel, no—but focused. attentive in the way men become when they want something they don’t yet have. when they’ve just discovered that they’re the first. that you’ve never—not with anyone. not even yourself.

his brow creases a little. not from pity. but consideration.

you can feel it shift between you. the weight of that revelation. the way it makes the air a little heavier, the silence a little longer. and for a second, you want to take it back. want to lie. want to pretend you’re not as young and foolish and untouched as he always suspected.

but suguru just lets out a soft sound. barely a hum. then he slides his hand from your cheek to your throat, thumb pressing gently at the hollow there. his other hand finds your wrist, holds it like it’s fragile.

“then,” he says, voice dipped in honey and smoke, “i guess we should fix that.”

“h-huh?” you look up, blinking, like you’ve just woken from a half-remembered dream. “what do you mean, ‘we should fix that’?”

he drags the words out slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring the weight of them. “i mean,” he says, voice low and thick with something unspoken, “show me.”

you blink again, as if the meaning might slip past you, but it doesn’t. you know exactly what he’s asking. it’s there, heavy and sharp between you, like a secret you’ve carried too long. your ribs cave inward, your body folding in on itself, caught somewhere between wanting and fearing. it’s like you’re suspended in limbo, waiting for a sleep that never comes. you’ve waited so long—so fucking long—for him to make a move, to break the silence, to cross the line. but he never has. and now, with the moment finally here, you don’t know what to do. all this time, you would’ve traded every drop of blood, every ounce of sweat and tear, for just one look from him. one sign that you mattered more than a passing thought.

“suguru,” you whisper, voice barely more than a breath. “i…”

“lay back, pretty,” he interrupts, sliding down to his knees at the edge of your bed. his smirk is slow, knowing, like he’s finally shedding the weight of the distance between you. you watch him lean in, the space between you shrinking until it’s nothing but heat and breath. then his lips press softly against the bare skin of your thigh, cool and deliberate. you gulp, breath hitching, a shaky exhale escaping you. “suguru, ’m not sure about this.”

his eyes lift to meet yours, sharp but patient, hand splayed wide across your thigh as if to anchor you. “do you want me to stop?” his brow arches, waiting, but there’s no cruelty there. you know that if you said the word, he would stop. immediately. because that’s who he is. mean, yes, but never careless. almost cruel, but never actually.

but now, here he is. taking the first step. kneeling before you, lips still ghosting against your skin. you swallow hard, throat bobbing, and then shake your head. no. not yet. not ever.

his brow dips again, and he presses another kiss to your thigh, soft and slow, sending tingles skittering across your nerves. then he murmurs, voice a velvet thread pulling you closer, “come on. show me how you do it.”

you feel like you’re slipping into a new kind of hell. the air thickens around you, and you scoot back just a little, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. you can feel him watching—suguru—his sharp gaze tracing every inch of you, and somehow, that only makes everything worse. your hands come up to rub your thighs together again, but this time, you’re painfully aware of what’s happening beneath your skin. you feel it. warm, slick, impossible to ignore. you gulp, voice barely steady. “i start like this.”

your hands tremble as they rise to your neck, fingers ghosting over skin that feels suddenly too exposed. you move slow, deliberate, as if each touch is a secret you’re sharing with yourself, and with him. one hand drifts to your collarbone, the other hovers just above your breast, fingers brushing lightly, teasing. geto watches. he’s watching, always watching, and god, you can’t stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together again, desperate for some kind of relief. your breath catches, shaky and uneven, and your hand closes over your breast, squeezing. a gasp slips out—unbidden, raw—and your fingers find your nipple, kneading it like they belong there, like they’ve been waiting for this moment. and still, his eyes don’t leave you. your thighs part slowly, hesitantly, and your breath grows shallower, more ragged.

“t-then,” you falter, voice breaking as you lower one hand, letting your fingers brush over his hand still resting on your thigh. it hasn’t moved—not once. you trace your fingertips over your inner thigh, inching higher, higher, until you can feel almost the dampness of your cunt against your skin.

“i-i should probably stand, huh? to get my shorts... off,” you stammer, voice small and uncertain.

he says nothing. just breathes in sharply, the sound low and deliberate. then he rises, deliberately slow, bending down again. his hands find the hem of your waistband without hesitation, fingers curling around the fabric. with one smooth motion, he pulls your shorts off, letting them fall away like a barrier removed.

you watch as his eyes widen, the sharpness in them flickering like a flame caught in a sudden gust. he blinks, and you know he’s realizing there’s nothing there. nothing beneath your shorts. your skin bare, exposed in a way that feels both terrifying and electric. you swallow hard, voice catching before you manage, “s-sugu—”

“sit back down,” he says, voice tight, strained with something you can’t quite name. “fuck, sit down.”

you obey without hesitation. the weight of his command settles over you like a tide you can’t fight. it feels like the only thing you’re meant to do. like you’re already under him, beneath his will, and you always will be. you watch as he lowers himself back to his knees in front of you, eyes fixed on your face—waiting, patient, expectant. and you respond. you spread your legs, slow and deliberate, and he winces. a sharp, almost pained movement that makes your chest tighten.

“what?” you murmur, about to close them again, but his hand stays firm on your thigh, anchoring you. you furrow your brows, confused.

“didn’t expect you to do it so easily,” he says, voice low and rough. “y’know, letting me see you. fuck.”

your gaze follows his line of vision, down to where your slickness glistens—wet and shining like a secret spilled onto your sheets. you shift slightly, feeling the dampness spread, warm and sticky against your skin. “i—um…”

“keep going,” he urges, softer now, like a teacher coaxing a hesitant student. “i’ll tell you where you’re going wrong.”

“where i’m going wrong?” you echo, a flicker of amusement in your voice. one hand moves down, trembling slightly as your fingers brush over yourself. your index finger teases your entrance, slow and deliberate, not curling, just exploring. you catch the way suguru swallows, the subtle tightening in his pants, the bead of sweat gathering at his temple. it’s like you’re unraveling him, piece by piece, and for the first time, you don’t feel like a child in front of him anymore.

you press a finger inside, slow and steady, savoring the stretch, the slick heat that wraps around you. your body hums with a fierce, burning pleasure—sharp and deep and impossible to ignore. your cunt feels alive in a way it never does when you’re alone—heightened, raw, as if every nerve ending is on fire just because he’s watching. because you’re being watched. “then i keep going like this, but i never come. i can go up to three fingers, too, i think.”

he curses under his breath, low and rough. “jesus.”

“y-yeah,” you say, shifting one foot up to the edge of the bed, opening yourself wider. his eyes lock onto yours, dark, before he asks, “don’t you touch your clit?”

“’s too sensitive,” you admit, shaking your head. “i can never stay there too long.”

he clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes with a mix of amusement and disbelief. then his gaze drops to your slick folds, then back up to you. “can i?”

your stomach twists in a delicious way, a coil tightening low and slow. you nod, breath hitching. “yeah.”

he’s on you in an instant. lips crashing against yours, urgent, demanding as he pulls you down, one hand tangling in the back of your neck. you moan into the kiss, breath shaky and warm. his other hand slips beneath your shirt, fingers grazing your ribs before he lifts the fabric, revealing the bare skin beneath. he clicks his tongue again, a sound thick with surprise and something darker when he realizes there’s no bra.

“you always go around wearing nothing under your clothes?”

“no,” you breathe out, chest rising and falling unevenly, “just on nights i’m about to sleep early. maybe touch myself for a bit.”

“can never make yourself come, anyway,” he says, voice edged with a sharp bite as his fingers spread your thighs wider, exposing you fully. “what’s the point?”

“can’t a girl try?” you challenge, falling back onto the bed but propping yourself up on your elbows, eyes locked on his. he grins then—slow, devilish, the kind of grin that promises trouble.

his fingers slide up from your slick entrance, tracing the delicate folds before settling on your clit. the touch is featherlight at first, teasing, coaxing. a moan escapes you, unguardedly raw, your head falling back as the sensation spreads like wildfire through your body. it’s nothing like when you do it alone—this is deeper, more consuming. his fingers pulse and circle with a rhythm that feels both foreign and achingly familiar, and your skin flushes hot, every nerve ending alive with pleasure.

your breath quickens, as waves of heat roll through you, building, building, until your body trembles on the edge of something fierce and overwhelming. you’re lost in the sensation—so different, so much more intense than anything you’ve ever felt. and through it all, he watches, unyieldingly attentive, like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to this moment.

“you feel this?” suguru murmurs, voice low. “this is what you were too ‘sensitive’ to do.”

“don’t tease me,” you breathe back, panting, voice thick with want and frustration. “you’re supposed to be teaching me.”

he hums softly, a chuckle vibrating against your skin before his lips press a wet kiss to the crown of your head. his finger slides down your slit, but his thumb lingers, resting on your clit. a sharp gasp escapes you when he teases at your entrance—he doesn’t push inside, doesn’t dare. instead, he just watches, that smug smile curling at the edges of his mouth as you shudder beneath his touch, feeling a pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever known.

“touching yourself isn’t just about doing it for the sake of it, dummy,” he says, thumb moving in slow, deliberate circles against your clit. you groan, eyes squeezed shut, hands clutching at him, at the sheets, at anything you can hold onto. his voice drops lower, thick with something fierce and knowing. “it’s about the ride. the high. the chase. and the release.”

“i’ve never felt anything like this,” you whisper, trembling.

he chuckles again, then slides a finger inside you without hesitation. your eyes widen at the sudden fullness, the delicious stretch. “well,” he says, voice steady, “i’m not stopping till you come.”

“and what if... what if i can’t?” you breathe out, voice fragile as he adds another finger, thicker, longer than yours ever were. every nerve in your body seems to flare, senses sharpened to a razor’s edge. the world narrows to the heat between your legs, the slick press of his fingers, the sound of your own ragged breaths.

he shakes his head, low and amused. “you can. you were just too chicken to touch yourself properly. let go, dummy.”

“stop calling me that,” you say, voice breaking between gasps, as he leans down to kiss you again, lips soft but demanding.

the wet, desperate sounds spilling from your cunt are nothing short of sin—so lewd, so raw, so achingly good. it’s a flood of sensation that crashes through you, deeper and richer than anything you’ve ever dared to feel before.

it’s so good. it makes you feel so good. so much more than before.

“you feel it building?” he asks, brow raised like he’s already reading the answer on your face.

you press your lips into a straight line, breath catching just a little. “a bit.”

“a bit,” he repeats under his breath, with a sharp edge of attitude. he huffs, amused. “you’re a tough one, aren’t you?”

“h-huh?” your brows knit together, confused for a moment, before he leans in and kisses the hollow of your neck. the air rushes out of your lungs in a sharp gasp as his lips suck and press there, sending a jolt straight through you. you moan his name, loud and raw, the sound trembling from deep inside. something about this—your nearly bare skin against his fully clothed body, the hard press of his cock against your thigh—sets your nerves on fire. you whisper, desperate, “i need you.”

he pauses, hovering over you, voice low and steady. “i’m not fucking you tonight.”

“what does that mean?” you ask, brows furrowing, voice sharp and accusing, just as his fingers speed up their rhythm against your clit.

and then you feel it—the slow, relentless building coil of pleasure tightening inside you. you gasp, breath breaking in the most desperate way. suguru chuckles softly, that devilish smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “so my dummy here doesn’t get off to my fingers inside her, but on her clit. that’s interesting.”

“n-no,” you pant, overwhelmed. his breath hot against your skin, his cock pressing steady against your thigh, his fingers moving with a surety that makes your body tremble. “go back to the part where you said you’re not fucking me tonight.”

“i’m not,” he says, shaking his head slowly, voice low. “i’m gonna make you come, then we’re gonna sneak out and get burgers at the diner with satoru and shoko. that’s why i came here. to get you.”

“you're such a dick,” you breathe, unable to bear the mounting pleasure anymore. it’s been building, relentlessly fierce, with no release in sight. his voice in your ear, the wet sounds between your thighs, his fingers still buried inside you, thumb circling your clit like it’s the only thing that matters. he rubs slow, then presses harder, and when he does both at once, it steals your breath away—like the air’s been sucked from your lungs. “t-there!”

“i got it, didn’t i?” he laughs, voice warm and teasing as he kisses the shell of your ear. when he presses again, you inhale sharply, voice trembling. “’m gonna come.”

“perfect,” he whispers, “keep going. grind against it.”

and you do. you obey without hesitation because nothing else exists. your vision narrows to a tunnel, and he’s the only light at the end of it. everything else blurs into haze as you grind your hips, arch your back, buck your body like this is the one thing you’ve been waiting for your whole life.

and then you come. it’s not a crashing explosion but a soaring high that lifts you, leaves you breathless and still. you lie there, trembling, as he pulls his fingers from you. your head feels light, your body quivering with aftershocks. your cunt spasms around empty air, and he grins, pressing a soft kiss to your head, showing you the slick sheen on his fingers. you can’t look away as he slowly, deliberately cleans them with his tongue, licking every drop of you from his skin.

it makes your whole body twitch with a delicious shiver.

“look at you,” he says softly, voice thick with something tender. “that feel good?”

“yeah,” you whisper, words barely there. “it felt like everything you said. the chase. the high. whatever.”

“yeah?” he grins, eyes dark and amused. “it was everything, huh?”

you hum, sitting up slowly, pulling your shirt back down over your flushed skin. you watch as he rifles through your dresser, tossing a pair of sweatpants at you. then he pulls out a pair of black panties, holding them up with a wicked smile.

“these look good.”

“f-for now? to sneak out?” you ask, voice small.

“no, dummy,” suguru says, eyes glinting like the devil himself, before stuffing them into his pocket. “for me to keep.”

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devnmon · 2 days ago

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𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?

eddie x volt x reader

summary: eddie and volt have been arguing all day, and rather than let them keep screaming at each other, you propose they make up.

warnings: handjob, mutual masturbation, grinding, frotting

a/n: boys kissing YAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! wrote this in two days, these breaker box boys have taken over my life, have fun reading <3

wc: 1.6k

Volt and Eddie had been going at it all day.

Things seemed fine after you had reset the power, bringing their energy back tenfold. But they still managed to get on each other's nerves.

Something from Eddie about not messing up the wiring for a new sound system. Then a note from Volt about how there were too many people on the setlist for the next coming nights and having to reschedule. Stress was getting to both your boys and you were worried they’d start screaming at each other before the day ended.

So you felt you had to do something to rectify the situation.

After their shifts were over, you pulled them both aside to a separate room in the back of the club.

“Okay, boys. I can’t deal with all this friction from today getting between our relationship. So…”

“So… what?” Eddie asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You two are going to make up. Right now.”

“What?!”

Both of their voices rang out as one. It was cute when they did that.

“You heard me.”

“I’m not apologizing for anything!” Eddie retorted, annoyed.

“Yes you are, or else.”

“Or else what?” Volt questioned, scoffing.

“I won’t come by the club until the two of you make up on your own time.”

That was the sentence to get a reaction out of both men, asking you to ‘hold on’ and ‘just think this through, live wire’ with a slew of begging that followed.

Your stern look shut them up immediately.

Eddie cleared his throat, “What… um… would you have us do?”

“Very cute for you to step up first, Eddie.” You started.

“Shut up…” He replied, but the compliment painted a blush on his cheeks.

You were very aware of the fact that both Volt and Eddie were wrapped around your little finger.

Pulling up a chair in the center of the room, you walked over to the darker haired man and grabbed him by the wrist.

“Sit here, Ed.”

His large hand wrapped around your wrist as you guided him to the seat. What he thought would be the sound of you dragging over another chair for Volt to sit in was the complete opposite. His blue eyes locked on your figure as you walked over to the taller, white haired man. Confusion hit as you did the same thing with Volt as you’d done with him.

Surely you wouldn’t…

“Volt… take a seat.”

Immediately, Eddie retorted, “I am not a seat for him.”

“Tonight you are, because I said so.”

The tone in your voice meant you weren’t messing around.

Eddie swallowed thickly.

“What’s the big deal, Eddie? It’s not like we haven’t been in this position before.” Volt’s smug voice sounded out, placing one leg over the smaller man's thigh and lowering himself into his lap. He reached one hand behind Eddie’s head to hold onto the back of the chair, still towering over him with that electrifying smirk.

God, the things you would do to see both of them in action.

“Yeah, but…” The slight shake in his voice and his cheeks pinking up again only meant one thing.

Eddie was so flustered. You never saw him like this unless you were alone with him.

“Have you never… had Volt in your lap before?” You asked, curious to know.

“No… I was always– ugh, it doesn’t matter.”

“What would you ask of us, live wire?”

Volt turned his head towards you, eager to obey your command.

“Volt, would you please kiss Eddie the way you kiss me?”

“Huh?” Eddie reacts, not having done anything romantic with the larger man in quite some time.

“Don’t act like you haven’t done it before. I know you two used to be together.”

“Yeah but… we haven’t since… I don’t even know when. What’s the point of this, live wire?” Eddie grumbled.

“I just figure this’ll help you both remember how much you love each other! And so that the fighting will stop. I hate when you boys fight.” You pout the last sentence, watching Eddie’s eyebrows upturn in concern.

He’s always had a soft spot for you.

“If it’s what you really want…” Eddie trails off, turning his head to the man with glowing hair above him.

“Live wire gets what they want… always.” Volt’s voice lowers, flashing his teeth at him. He leant in, tips of his hair grazing Eddie’s cheeks. He should be used to the way Volt’s strands shock his skin just the slightest. But all that time with him, he’s never grown tired of it.

Volt’s lips press to his, and Eddie nervously closes his in tune. You stood back, watching, drinking in both your boys go from nervously pecking each other’s lips to finding comfort in their long parted mouths.

A moment later, Eddie’s hands land on Volt’s waist, timidly, if at all.

“Oh, come on, Eddie. I know your hands can grip harder than that. Give me a real squeeze.”

Eddie made a gruff sound in reply and tightened his palms on Volt’s waist, before he pulled him in for another kiss. The larger man groaned in content, deepening the kiss and cupping his face.

Minutes passed with you just observing the two growing deeper in need for one another, completely forgetting you were even standing there. It was only until you cleared your throat lightly that Volt pulled away from the man’s lips and turned his gaze towards you.

“I guess you were right, live wire. That’s exactly what we needed.” Volt spoke, his voice worn.

Eddie’s hair was ruffled, red, black and grey strands going every which way, his lips swollen and pink and cheeks matching the same shade.

“C’mon over here, life… wire…” He panted, extending an arm to you.

“You both looked to be having enough fun, I am fine just watching from over here.” At this point, you’d pulled up a chair, watching them with your chin in your hand. Smiling and blushing at the heavy breathing filling the room. Both Eddie and Volt looked so gorgeous when they were in the throes of pleasure, especially when you were in the mix. There was just something different in the air watching them interact one on one. It was special, intimate, and like they knew each other’s bodies from the inside out.

Your eyes trailed down between the two men, obvious tents in their pants growing by the second.

When Eddie let out a whimper upon Volt’s weight on top of him, was when they both became ultimately aware of what this whole situation had caused.

“Should we…” Eddie’s eyes trailed over to where you sat. Something in his gaze seemed to note the arousal in your eyes, but he was hesitant to call you over.

“I know,” Volt replied, “Are you sure you don’t want to join us, live wire?”

“No, no. You boys seem to be having enough fun on your own. I can just watch… unless you’re uncomfortable with that?”

“I don’t mind, how about you Eddie?” Volt asked, intrigued. Like he’d only continue if he was okay with it.

“Mm mm. Live wire can watch if they want. Doesn’t bother me.”

Eddie shot a smirk towards you, in almost a ‘thank you’ sort of way. You also knew this situation wouldn’t end without them indulging you, but you were always overjoyed when they were affectionate towards each other.

Immediately, Volt’s hands traveled to Eddie’s belt and undid it, the dark haired man mirroring his movements on the other’s pants. When they pulled each other out from the confines of their clothes, groans of relief sounded out from them both.

As if on instinct, their hard cocks pressed together and Volt’s hips grinded up against Eddie’s in a desperate chase for release.

Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, drinking in the sight of your two boys all over each other. Eddie’s sweet moans and Volts hums of approval as they sped up almost immediately, feral to bring the other to release.

Watching them made a familiar heat grow between your legs, but you couldn’t spoil their fun by touching yourself, that would only ruin the fun. So you sat back, practically drooling over the two and how they moved so in sync.

Eddie dropped a slew of curses as Volt’s hand wrapped around his length, praising him so beautifully.

“You look so handsome under me like this, such a good boy.”

Meanwhile, all Eddie could reply with was “Please…” and profanities. When he did the same to Volt, he lost that smug look on his face and moaned loudly.

“Not so smooth now, are ya?” Eddie’s low voice ran a shiver up your spine.

“Come o-on, Eddie… don’t forget how you fell for it more than once…” Volt’s blushing, having Eddie’s hands on him again after so long, still with that award winning smirk plastered on his face.

It’s just a moment later the slick sounds of their palms sound out again, hips thrusting upwards to the rhythm of one another.

When Eddie’s hips stutter, he covers Volt’s hand with the release of all the day’s stress and frustration towards his male counterpart. He groans, his chest heaving as Volt’s hips mirror his, towering over a bit closer to him upon reaching the same high.

Both their black pants were ruined, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. There’s no doubt in your mind yours are ruined as well, for getting to witness that glorious moment of making up in just minutes was too much to bear.

“Feel better, boys?”

Both heads turn to you, and suddenly you feel much too clothed.

Eddie speaks, voice low in the hot room.

“Yeah, live wire. Your turn.”

#eddie x volt x reader #eddie and volt #eddie watts #volt date everything #eddie date everything #devnmon writes #ryes ff #divider by animatedglittergraphics-n-more #divider by bernardsbendystraws

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foxviant · 12 hours ago

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Only You.

Summary: Stressed and worn out, Joel finally relaxes when he’s in your arms the only place he ever feels okay. Pairing: Joel Miler x Reader. Word count: 1K Warning: Stress, emotional overload, tenderness, soft touch, mutual care.

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Joel slammed the door harder than he meant to.

The sound echoed through the house like a gunshot, bouncing off the walls of the living room where you sat curled on the couch. You looked up instantly, your book slipping shut in your lap.

He didn’t speak at first. Just stood there, hands clenched into fists, chest rising and falling fast like he couldn’t quite catch his breath.

“Joel?” you asked softly.

He didn’t answer.

His jaw was tight, eyes dark and distant. The kind of distant that made you ache for him. You knew that look anger balled up tight with grief and exhaustion, barely held back behind a brittle wall.

It had been a hard week. Supplies were short, the patrols were longer, and people in Jackson were starting to complain about things they didn’t understand. And as always, Joel carried it all like it was his job to keep the whole damn town from falling apart.

You stood slowly. “Hey. What happened?”

“I—” He shook his head sharply. “It’s fine.”

You stepped closer, your voice gentle. “Doesn’t look fine.”

He let out a harsh breath, pacing the living room in slow, agitated strides. “It’s just… I’m sick of it. Sick of everyone expectin’ me to fix everything. Sick of pretending I’ve got it all under control when I feel like I’m hangin’ on by a damn thread.”

You swallowed the lump rising in your throat. “You don’t have to do it alone.”

“I know,” he muttered, rubbing a hand down his face. “But I don’t know how to stop. My whole life’s been… survive, protect, carry the weight. There’s no switch to turn it off.”

You walked up to him carefully, placing your hand over his where it hung by his side. He flinched a little just a twitch but he didn’t pull away.

“Then let me help you carry it.”

He looked at you. Really looked at you.

The fury was still there, coiled tight in his chest, but under it bone deep exhaustion. The kind that doesn’t show itself unless someone’s close enough to see the cracks.

He dropped his head slightly, eyes closing.

“Come here,” you said gently, guiding him toward the couch.

He followed you, quiet now, like the fight had drained out of him. He sat down slowly, elbows on his knees, hands rubbing over his face.

You knelt in front of him and placed both hands on his thighs. “Let me take care of you tonight. You don’t have to talk. Just… let me.”

He hesitated. But then, slowly, he nodded.

You reached up and ran your fingers gently through his hair, pushing it back from his face. His shoulders dropped a little at the contact.

“You always take care of everyone else,” you whispered. “You never let anyone do the same for you.”

His voice was hoarse. “Didn’t think I deserved it.”

“You do. Joel… you really do.”

Your hands moved with practiced gentleness down his arms, to his hands, thumb brushing over his knuckles. He let you. Bit by bit, his body unwound under your touch. Like a storm slowly passing.

You leaned in and kissed his forehead, then rested your own against his.

“Just breathe,” you whispered.

So he did.

His hands came up, hesitant at first, resting on your waist like he needed something to hold onto. And then he pulled you into his lap, burying his face in your neck.

Your arms wrapped around him as he finally let go. Not with tears Joel didn’t cry often but with silence. Heavy, trembling silence. His grip tightened, like if he held you hard enough, the rest of the world might disappear for a while.

And for a little while, it did.

Just the two of you, wrapped up on the couch, no words needed.

You kissed the side of his head. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

His voice came soft, muffled against your skin. “You’re the only place I feel like I can breathe.”

You closed your eyes, your hands never stopping their slow, soothing movements.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said. “Not tonight. Not ever.”

And in your arms, Joel finally let himself relax.

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LOSER HAS TO FALL | hero x

(this is part two! click here for part one!) synopsis: maybe the top hero isn't as bad at flirting as you previously thought... authors note: helllooooo! second and final part to this lil series. i think i'm gonna write some more sometime soon about other characters. mainly lin ling <3, old e-soul, queen???? we'll see. hope you guys enjoy this! it turned out a bit longer than I previously thought and i'm sure there could be another part but... idk. we'll see how this one does! enjoy!!! wc: 4.6k cw: spoilers!, fem reader, use of y/n, angst, slightly suggestive, super duper brief mention of sewerslide, not proofread forgive me

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It’d been just over a week since you heard from your father. He’d meant what he said. He was a lot of things but he wasn’t a liar. And you didn’t bother trying to reason with him. He was done with you.

He had said many times before he only had a place beside him if you were a winner. And you weren’t one anymore. You lost. Pretty damn hard and pretty damn publicly. So you were dropped from your father’s hero association and quickly, a little too quickly to not be calculated, replaced by the next up and comer.

You on the other hand had actually managed to get signed rather quickly. All thanks to Queen, who had taken pity on you after seeing you sat in the parking lot of the stadium way past when the tournament ended. You’d never really been left on your own. Every single step of your life was puppeteered by your father. You didn’t exactly know how to stand on your own just yet.

But nevertheless Queen brought you to DOS and after less than a three minute talk you were asked to join the agency. It startled you a bit. Seeing as you were conditioned to think people who lost gained nothing in return. But you were still the top third hero and apparently MIckey, the head of DOS, saw that as a great achievement.

“Oh, and before you go, Winner?” Mickey called, your hand paused as you turned. Mickey was sitting back at his desk, his hand reaching for his coffee cup. “Our surveillance system wasn’t able to pick up you and Hero X’s conversation.” He starts, you furrow your brow, turning fully to face him.

“Our conversation?”

“During the tournament.” He supplies. You slowly nod your head. “That man he’s… a mysterious one. I haven’t been able to get a hold of him even for a moment.” Mickey tries to laugh off his words but it’s too hollow, too stressed sounding. “I even visited his floor but… it’s vacant. I’m just curious… since he didn’t speak a single word to anyone else the entire tournament, before and after. But he spoke to you… seemed like he said a lot.”

“Well he…” You cleared your throat, trying to recall the short conversation. “He mocked me mostly. Then he…” You stopped yourself. He had asked you to dinner and for some reason that embarrassed you. “Yeah… he just mocked me. My hero name.” You averted your eyes. You felt Mickey’s eyes burn into you, you forced yourself to meet his eyes. It was clear he only half believed you, which was fine because you were telling a half truth.

“That’s all?” He asked. You nodded your head. Mickey swallows, nodding head head.

“Well alright then, welcome to DOS, Winner.”

And welcomed you were. And marketed to. Though this time around you had a lot more say in the kinds of sponsorships and brand deals you took. You had asked a few times to change your hero name but it was always met with a resounding ‘no’.

“If you change it now, it’s like starting all over!” Mickey had said to you over the phone as you were chauffeured back to the hero tower.

“What’s so wrong with starting over?” You asked and felt disheartened when you heard Mickey’s laugh over the line.

“Winner is a beloved hero and a household name. Everyone knows Winner. Millions of people have put their trust in Winner. Winners in the top three leaderboard of heroes. You can’t start over now.” Mickey listened as your car pulled up and your door was opened.

“It doesn’t feel like me.”

“What does? Winner is a persona… she isn’t supposed to be you.” Mickey says and you can hear the exasperation in his voice and that part of you that never really got out of the habits your father instilled in you rolled over.

“Alright,” You conceded. “I won’t ask again.” You said, stepping out of the car into the blinding sun, you shielded your eyes as Mickey over the phone all but cheered.

“Good girl.” He hangs up the phone, that familiar click turning your blood hot. You shoved your phone in your pocket and strutted towards the elevator. It dinged, the white doors pulling apart as you stepped inside and let it carry you up to your floor. It slowed to a stop and pulled apart again as you stepped out, something shining and catching your attention. The familiar sound of a coin slicing through the air as it flips onto a hand. The doors to the elevator pulled shut behind you as your eyes met X’s. He leaned against your kitchen island looking exactly as he had the day he beat you. The same tailored suit, slicked back hair and shit eating grin, although he wasn’t wearing his glasses.

“Busy day?” He asked nonchalantly, pocketing the coin he was fiddling with. You stared at him, mouth slightly agape. He raised his brows slightly, tilting his head. “Well?” He encouraged. You cleared your throat, there was something about him. Something like a demand for your attention.

“Yes. It was busy.” You said. X snapped, two glasses materializing in his hands.

“Share a drink?” He asks.

“I… don’t have any wine-” He snaps again and a bottle clatters on the top of your counter. He turns, reaching for the bottle, popping the cork and pouring you both a glass. You hesitantly make your way towards him. He slid your glass to your side of the kitchen island and raised his glass towards you. Your fingers slid around the cold glass, slowly raising it to meet his. His eyes caress your face as your glasses clink.

“To signing to a new association.” He says, tilting the glass towards you before pulling it towards his lips.

“How did you-”

“I know alot about you.” he interrupts. “Also it’s all over the news.” He adds as you pull your own glass to your lips. You two meet eyes, taking sips. The third floor of the hero tower had never felt smaller than in this moment.

“What’s… your deal?” You asked as X leaned back, gulping down his glass, snapping as it refills itself.

“My deal?” He echoes your words, smirking at you.

“Yes,” You affirmed, setting your glass down. “Your deal.”

“You’re not still mad at me, are you?” He asks and you're glad you set your glass down because you probably would’ve sent it careening towards his head.

“That implies that I even think about you.” You countered. X perked up at your words, he almost looked… thrilled at your sharp tone.

“You don’t?” He asks, his voice… soft, almost lilting. You shook your head.

“My boss does. He’s curious about the top hero.” You said, reaching for your glass again, taking a sip. X purses his lips slightly.

“And you?” He asks, your eyes cut to his.

“And me?”

“Mhm.” He hums. “You're not the least bit curious about me?” If you could choose a hero name for this man, you would’ve gladly and quickly chosen shameless.

“Who’re you? What’s your name?”

“X.” He answers simply.

“You’ll call me by my real name but you won’t tell me your real name?” You asked. X took another long sip.

“It’s better this way.” He shrugs. “Any other questions for me?”

“Why’re you here? In my home?”

“Well you know… you never answered me.” He runs his finger over the rim of his glass.

“Hm?” You hummed before taking another sip of the wine. It was good wine, a familiar taste.

“Dinner?” He grins over his glass. Your eyes cut to his again. Right… guess you never answered him.

“No.” You said and X’s grin faltered for a moment before he smoothly recovered.

“No? Just like that?” He dips his head, a strand of his hair falling in his face.

“Just like that.” You affirmed. X rose to his feet, he reached up, smoothing his hair back, he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“I know how to take ‘no’ for an answer.” He smiles, the first genuine thing you’d seen from him. It was… actually a good look on him. He looked sly when he smirked. He looked down right handsome when he smiled. You walked him to the door, his hand reached out, clicking the elevator button as the cables came to life, pulling it up to your floor. The doors slide open and X steps in.

“You know, I pegged you as someone who would barter just a bit for dinner.” You said, smirking yourself. X’s eyes snapped to yours. “I must not know you very well.” You waved, he parted his lips to speak just as the doors slid to a close. You stepped back, alone and overwhelmed. You… you had never flirted before. It wasn’t something you thought would come easy but… it came easy just now. It felt good to smile, to tease and argue with someone who didn’t anger easily. It was like he drew out a different side to you. A side of you that wasn’t marred down by lessons learned the hard way.

X sent over a thousand roses a week later. You came home from a mission, exhausted and staggering in pain and tripped up on them, almost sent sprawling on your tile flooring. You straightened, powers extending to hit the light switch. Every color rose imaginable littered the entirety of your apartment, every single surface had a vase with tens of roses inside. Your mouth dropped open in surprise as you winded your way through the apartment. Your landline rings, echoing through your apartment. You trip your way to the phone, yanking it up.

“Am I pushing my luck?” X asks, you could hear the smirk in his voice. You swallowed hard, thinking about the clean up, about what the hell you were going to do with all these roses.

“Twenty would have been too many.” You remarked. X laughed, his laugh was warm and amused. You heard his fingers snap and suddenly all but one rose was gone, right on the table next to the phone.

“Better?” He asked, as you reached for it, thinking the moment you got close enough it would disappear but you picked it up, turning it over in your hands.

“I don’t understand your powers.” You said, tucking the phone between your cheek and shoulder as you walk the rose towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, no one does.” He says, his voice almost warm against your ear. You reach into the cupboard, grabbing a glass, half filling it with water.

“Tell me about them.” You say, placing the rose in the water.

“You wanna know more about me? Let me take you out to dinner.”

“We’re back on that, huh?” You ask, feeling something warm spread through your body.

“Well, here I am… bartering for dinner.” He says and that warmth goes a bit hot. You swallow.

“I don't get it. You’re an enigma. Everyones talking about you, about X. No one knows a damn thing, you don’t talk to anyone else in the association. What’s your fascination with me?” You ask, sliding onto the counter. It’s quiet for a moment.

“You’re fascinating.” He answers simply, voice serious.

“You never answer any of my questions.” You sigh, leaning back on your hand, looking back towards the skyline outside your apartment window.

“I think… it’s pretty clear.”

“What?”

“My intentions, Y/n.” X says and your heart actually flips in your chest. You clear your throat.

“Make them clear for me.” You say, voice soft. It’s quiet for another moment. What’re you getting yourself into?

“I want to take you on a date. I find you… alluring. Always have. I told you at the end of our fight I was a big fan.”

“Of Winner.” He was a fan of Winner, that wasn’t you.

“No. Not the hero you pretend to be on commercials and tv shows. The one I see on the news smiling as she saves the day. The one that still introduces herself as if she’s not a top hero.” You swallow dryly at his words. Did he understand you? Was he seeing past the manufactured ‘you’?

“It’s… only polite to introduce yourself.” You covered, trying not to sound as affected as you felt. Even you didn’t entirely know who you were yet. There definitely still was a part of you, probably a part you could never entirely rid yourself of, that was still competitive. You wanted to be the top hero and you wanted that title to be something only you accomplished. To show your father you weren’t useless and still had worth.

“I have a feeling you're going to turn me down again.” X’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts as you purse your lips.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why’s that?” He asks, you think it’s pretty obvious.

“I want to be the top hero. I could’ve been the top hero.” You start, glancing over at the rose on your countertop. “I’m going to spend a lot of my time this year training up so I can wipe the floor with you at the next competition.”

“Ah. So it’s like that, huh?” He asks, that smirk coming back, you could practically see it.

“Enjoy it while you can.”

“Y/n, are you thinking this declaration of war will deter me in any way? Because… Quite frankly, now I want that date with you more than anything. I like a woman who knows what she wants.” Your brows shoot up in surprise. You were sure your words would put an end to the chase X was running.

“You’re insatiable.” You half laugh, half scoff in surprise.

“Satiate me then. It’s one date.” He bartered quite well. When did just dinner turn into a date? And it was just one date. Something you’d never been on. Plus this could be your one and only chance to get actual answers about him. Everyone has a weakness, and you needed to find out what that was if you wanted a fair fight.

“Alright. One date.”

“Be ready in an hour.” X answered smoothly, you shot up.

“Now?”

“Mhm. I’ll be there in an hour.” He hummed and the line went dead. You hopped off the counter and for an hour you rushed around. You took a shower and blow dried and styled your hair. You pulled on a dress that Queen let you borrow for a gala a few weeks ago and stopped in the kitchen, taking two shots to calm your nerves. Just as you set the shot glass down the elevator doors dinged and X stepped inside your apartment.

“You didn’t give me much time, asshole.” You called out to him as he rounded the corner, he stopped in his tracks and so did you. He wasn’t wearing a white suit, nor did he have white hair. You didn’t know who this man was. “Who the hell-“

“It’s me.” He says, reaching up to push his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose. He had clean black hair, pushed sideways out of his face, black rimmed glasses and a fitted black salaryman suit. He looked like an office job worker, someone that would bump into on the street in a hurry to get back to the office. You furrowed your brows. He snaps his fingers and in a blink of an eye the white suit materializes, his black hair smoothing into white. He snaps again and he’s back to normal. “Most hero’s need a disguise to hide behind.” He reaches up, running a hand through his black hair. You realized you hadn’t said a word and cleared your throat. “Oh no… did I lose my appeal?”

“So this is who you are?” You ask and his face softens slightly, he nods his head. “You’ll show me this but won’t tell me your real name.”

“I’ll save that for the second date.” He smirks and that smirk was enough to make you realize it really was him, the two could coexist in your mind purely by the way he smiled. You relax slightly, your creased brow calming.

“I really don’t get you.” You said but your voice wasn’t sharp or annoyed.

“Figured maybe you had a thing for brunettes.” His words draw a laugh out of you as you roll your eyes.

“I don’t know what my thing is.”

“Well I hope you like sushi.” He raises his arm. You hadn’t even noticed he was holding a take out bag.

“I thought you knew a place?”

“Mhm. Your place.” He smirks, crossing the floor to the kitchen island, ripping open the bag to start pulling out the food. “I wouldn't get a moment of peace with you out in the public.”

“Why's that?” You asked, crossing the floor to lean on the kitchen island, his hands, once smoothly removing the food, shakes a bit at your closeness. He clears his throat.

“You’re a top hero… everyone will know you. Not to mention you’d be on a date… looking like that.” His eyes drag down your body then back up to your face. You glare at him. “Pushing my luck again?” You nod your head and he laughs, snapping as two glasses and a bottle of wine appear on the table.

“If I had known we’d be staying in I wouldn’t have bothered with this dress.”

“I’m glad you bothered. And I’m glad I’m the only one to see you in it.”

“I wore it to a gala. A lot of people saw me in it.” You remarked, reaching for the wine but he’s quicker than you. He grabs it, pouring you a glass.

“You hate being flirted with, don’t you?” He asks, pouring his own drink. You thought about that for a moment. It’s not that you didn’t like to be flirted with, it was more so there was still a part of you that hated that he beat you. And sometimes being antagonistic to his flirting seemed to be a small payback. You shrugged, taking a drink.

“I wouldn’t say I hate it. Maybe you’re not as slick as you think.” You say and find yourself smirking into your glass. X cocks his head slightly, eyes devouring your expression. You flush under the scrutiny of his gaze and wonder if your words pushed him to try harder.

“See this is why I bartered for dinner. What other woman would tear me down at every given opportunity?” He asks, his face all amusement and light. You bite your lip, hiding a smile.

“I guess… maybe I am a bit mad at you.” You say as he starts dividing out the food.

“Why’s that?”

“You beat me.” You say and feel a bit out in the open at your response. You couldn’t hide the vulnerability and you’d never been good at keeping secrets and for some reason you felt disarmed by him. He showed a side of himself to you that no one else knew about.

“I did.” He smirks and you glare at him. He laughs it off and reaches for his glass. “But that’s because you didn’t want to win for yourself, right? You wanted to win for your father.” Your mouth goes dry. “Look, it's not hard to see how hard he pushed you. When you first became a hero you were everywhere. In every tournament and talk show. You were in movies and on cereal boxes. Everyone knew who you were purely because of how much you worked. There’s not a single other hero, aside from Nice, that worked as hard as you. And we all know what happened to him.” That’s right. You remember seeing that on the news. The hero Nice killed himself because of the pressures placed on his shoulders. You remember your father laughing at the tv. Claiming not every hero can take the pressure. It made you angry. You pop some sushi into your mouth.

“It… it wasn’t all bad.” You say, avoid eye contact. “I wouldn’t be where I am today if my father hadn’t pushed me.”

“Your father shoved you. Not pushed. And no one thinks about your father when they think about Winner. They just see you.”

“They see the persona he created.”

“Sure. He may have created Winner but what’s an empty persona without someone to fill it?” He asks. You swallow, slowly meeting his eyes. “Your success is yours alone. Your father never fought against villains or in tournaments. You did.”

“You really do sound like a fan.” You try to lighten the moment, the tension between you two has gotten a bit thicker.

“I’m a big fan. I already told you that.” He smiles. You blow out a laugh. “And if your heart is really in it, I think maybe you could beat me.”

“I don’t know about that.” You laugh, gulping down the rest of your glass. “You snap your fingers and stuff appears like magic. You beat most everyone in the tournament in mere seconds. I could put up a fight but I don’t think I’ll win.” You say as X snaps his fingers and his other persona walks around the kitchen island to stand in your space. You turn, looking up at him.

“You wanna know my weakness?” He asks, somehow he was even closer. You swallowed dryly, tried to push down the heat rising within you, failing miserably as your cheeks warm up. You nod your head and watch a ghost of a smirk on his face form. He reaches for your hand, warmer than your own as he guides your hand to his chest, holding it right over his heart. “I’m still human. You pierce right here and that crown is yours.” Your heart skipped a beat, his hand enveloped yours, he towered over you. You couldn’t find words, your eyes were locked with his. There was so much confusion. Your head and heart were at war. Nothing winning over lust. Because you’d never met someone so invested in you. Not Winner. You. “Did I push my luck again?” He asked for final time.

Your hand shot to his tie and yanked him down forcibly against your lips. He made a surprised grunt of a noise, probably due to your strength. Sometimes you forget the extent of your powers. X didn’t waste much time in reveling in surprise though, he recovered swiftly. His hands are on you in seconds, sliding down to your hips, pulling you closer.

This was a horrible idea. You’d be facing this man in a tournament for top hero.

Your hand ran through, messing up his hair, the other sliding against his cheek as his hand reached out, knocking things off the counter out of the way as his arm wrapped around your hip. He easily pulled you up onto the counter, parting your knees with his hand as he stood between them, body pressed against yours. Your dress rode up dangerously high on your thighs, his hand sliding up your thigh.

You wanted to be top hero. You wanted to be top hero. You wanted to-

He trailed his lips away from your own, kissing down your jaw to your neck. You sucked in a breath. You felt as though someone set you on fire. You supposed it was X.

He wouldn’t even tell you his real name. He was trying to get into your head. This is how he’d win again.

“God… you wreck me..” He murmured against your neck. Who knew four words could make any shred of doubt about this moment completely evaporate. That little voice in your head had shut right up. You melted against him, hands yanking his lips back onto your own. You kissed him hard enough to bruise because your frustrations had passed into lust and you had to one up him in some way. Your hand slid beneath the shoulders of his suit jacket and pushed it off. He didn’t protest and even smiled against your lips. You fumbled with his tie, huffing as you pulled away from his lips to get a better look at the damn thing as it gave you trouble. He raised a brow watching you struggle.

“What the hell?” You mumbled, he didn’t take his hands off you to help. “What kind of knot is this?”

“The regular one.” He answered with an amused expression. You shot him a glare, letting go.

“Take off your tie.” You demanded and at your tone his hands flew to his tie, unknotting it with sly ease. You took over, whipping it off him. You blew out a sharp breath.

“This is a new side of you.” X said, voice breathy and you met his eyes.

Sometimes you got frustrated and angry. When you worked for your father your frustrations were seen as a weakness and what anger you had, your father had a whole reserve of. So usually you were able to take it out on the training dummies or run around the gym until you collapsed. You weren’t entirely sure what was making you angry here. Maybe the lack of control, your feelings of inferiority against X.

You close your eyes, shaking your head. He’d done nothing wrong that you could see and you were misplacing your frustration. This just wasn’t something you were ready for.

“This isn’t going to work.” You said after a moment. X’s thumb gently moved against your thigh. You couldn’t get out of your own head about all of this. About whether he was using you. “What… do you have to gain from this?” You ask and X’s hands pause on your skin.

“I have nothing to gain but your time.”

“Bullshit.” You scoff.

“Not everyone’s out for blood.” He says, reaching up and tucking your hair gently behind your ear. You met his eyes. “I think we both want similar things, judging by the way you kissed me.” You flushed at the memory. “I’m at your mercy, Y/n. What you say goes.”

“If you're using me to— to get something I’ll kill you.” X smiles at your words, he drags his thumb gently across your cheek and leans in. “I mean it-,” He cuts you off, pressing a kiss to your lips. He kisses you tenderly, trying to make you forget those pesky worries.

“I’ve been warned.” He whispers against your mouth. You breathed out shakily, flexing your hands tightly to keep from yanking him on top of you. He slowly pulled back, eyes looking over your flushed face. His hands slid onto your hips, easing you off the counter. “Walk me to the door?” He asks.

“You… you can stay. We can eat.”

“I don’t think we’ll do much eating if I stay.” He answers, his eyes eating up your face. You slowly nod your head, quickly fixing your dress, leading him to the door. You ruined the night, you felt it deep in your bones. You weren’t ready so you ruined things. He reaches for the elevator button.

“Sorry.” You intone, a few steps behind him. His hand pauses, he doesn’t press the button. You look guiltily at the ground. “I ruined the date.”

“You didn’t.” He laughs and your eyes shoot up to him. “On the contrary, I had fun. Can we do this again?”

“You’re joking.” You respond tonelessly, bordering on surprise.

“Nope. I’ve fallen quite hard. I think I need another night like this with you.” You can’t help but blush. “I’ll call you.” He presses the button and it dings, the doors sliding open. He turns and meets your eyes. You walk a few steps to the door, hand shooting out to grab his tie once more. You pull him to your lips again, a silent confirmation that you wanted to do this again too. You pulled away and let go of his tie just as the doors slid closed. You wouldn’t say you fell because only losers fall, but… it was sure something close to it.

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thy1quitcentral · 1 day ago

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K pop demon hunters

Huntrix vs Saja boys

X Honmoon! NB oc

Part 1 * part 2 * part 3 * part 4 * part 5 * part 6

Part 7

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Mission: take down Saja boys

Was a go

And so far Honey wasn't a part of it

Which was....fine

They were the burden of the group of course, and the girls can still summon their weapons anywhere so that was perfectly fine.

Honey looked around then thought for a moment. They took out their phone and called Celine.

"Honmoon, it is great to hear from you again, what may I be a service to you?" Celine

"um hi Celine, nice to hear you again. I have a couple of questions to ...eh" Honey looked out at the view . "Ask"

"what is it? Has something happened?" Celine.

"well it would see that there is a demon boy band"

"what?" Celine spoke up in shock

"wait wait wait the girls have got this....I was just wondering. Can anything that isn't a hunter influence.....me?" Honey asked as they glowed calmly and shimmery.

"influence you?" Celine asked

"yea, like make me glow brightly just like the hunters would" Honey felt more nervous then ever.

Celine was quiet, one could tell she was upset.

"that mustn't happen My Honmoon. You are a fragile thing, naive to all things music. The hunters are the only voice you should glow for. Once you've turn golden you won't have to worry about this, but Ill make sure they align the idol awards on the golden moon." Celine spoke.

"worry anymore?" Honey frowned

"well yes, your form will become pure light, the humans will be safe forever" Celine.

That strikes a nerve, why did it?

"that's a....relief" Honey spoke after a pause "well good bye Celine"

"bye my Honmoon I'm sure you'll turn golden soon"

They hung up and looked down at their hands again. They liked their hands and arms and face and hair? They took care of their hair very well, they had bottles upon bottles of hair care products. They didn't need to clean or wash but it felt nice and smelled nice.

they.....when they were just light they didn't have that.

"I don't...." Honey closed their eyes and frowned deeper. The stress, when was the last time they were so stress? They looked down and saw their threads turn pink again, pale pink tho.

They felt weak and leaned onto their bed and closed their eyes. They looked out

A lot of their surface was a pale pink. They can feel when the girls pull out their weapons, they only lay down and close their eyes.

******

Meanwhile

Rumi chased after Jinu, she felt humiliated after that mess.

"you demons take everything" Rumi exclaims as she swiped at Jinu who Dodged.

"oh come on, not everything" Jinu rolled his eyes.

"our fans"

Left swing

Jinue ducks

"their souls"

Lower swipe

Jinu jumps.

Rumi hissed when Jinu scratched her arm.

"my Honmoon!" Rumi grunts as she managed to wack at Jinu, who yelps and glared slightly as he was pushed back.

"you act as if Honey was your property, pretty possessive don't you think?" Jinu grunts. Rumi stammers "they are not!"

"they were having fun with me and my guys but your little team had to come in and take them away" Jinu huffs. "You're cute and all...and strong" Jinu grunts

"but you take just alot too" Jinu threw Rumi off him. Rumi was caught off guard and blinked rapidly.

She jumps when she hears the cries of her friends.

Jinu looks to Rumis arm and his eyes widen "a ...demon?" He mumbles.

Rumi panics and covers her arm. "You...wrong, who do we even take from? I don't take anything, demons take" she states. She gasped when her friends appeared and turned.

Jinu frowned, something in him tells him these hunters don't know what they do to the Honmoon and what they are gonna do to it, once they're gold.

He huffs as he wraps his arms around her.

Rumi stiffens and blushes slightly but pushes him away and Jinu lets go before disappearing, leaving Rumi to help her friends out.

******

Once the girls were home, Honey had perked up from the couch and gasped

‘’Sit, now’’ they state, pointing at the couch ‘’actually no, change first’’ they huff as the girls went to get changed, and once they were dressed they were sat down and told to hold still.

‘’Ooowww’’ Zoey whined as Honey put the disinfectant on her cuts. ‘’I’m sorry if I had made my surface weak, I don’t understand what’s happening to me’’

Mira and Rumi both looked at each other, giving a face and both kinda understanding what the face meant. ‘’We’ve never seen you this….weak’’ Mira explains bluntly causing Rumi to kick her shin ‘’ow!” The taller girl hissed.

‘’What she mean is, that we are worried about you’’ Zoey explains for the two who bickered but Honey slaps their shoulders and still told them to hold still.

‘’I thank you for that…really’ they smiled warmly.

‘’Maybe a lil song could cheer me up?” They smirk as they got comfortable. Mira smiled softly as they start.

The lullaby had to wait cus Bobby had barged in and told the girls about the Saja boys and how popular they were becoming.

"also, apparently, the Saja boys have request young hoons talents in designing their performance clothes, I thought that would be a good idea. Really gives huntrix are all about good and friendly competition." Bobby states and sweats nervously.

"what!?" The girls yelled out, making Honeys eyes widen.

"they heck would we let that happen?!" Zoey asked loudly "heck nah" she made a king fu pose and shook her head rapidly.

"I ...was out voted" Bobby comments. "Sponsors all thought it was a good idea too" he whined as a raincloud hovered over him.

"u-uh that's fine! I mean I can't say no to my supervisors and stuff" Honey sweatdrops. Rumi frowned at this "why the hell would we allow this again..." Mira looks to Bobby who was extremely tired.

"Celine will be pissed" Zoey mutters lowly.

Bobby had already set up when Honey will go to start up the measurements.

"ugh I'm so stress" Bobby whined as he got off his phone and all he needed was a nice break from his phone and just look at the pretty view of the city.

All The trio could see is Honeys surfaces being weak as hell and pink. The deity had sat down and hummed softly.

The trio made a decision and thought they were gonna make a diss track about the Saja boys.

They were fired up.

However Honey didn't think a diss track was necessary. It didn't bring people together, golden was a much better choice.

But if that meant they could exist a lil longer. Honey said nothing, they bite their lip

"not sure about this demon thing, they seem like good people but LOVING the energy" Bobby exclaims. Then looks to Honey "you got this Young-hoon?" He asked and smiled.

"of course" Honey grinned at him and gave a thumbs up "I'll just make the girls look more rad then the Saja boys, don't you worry" they wink.

"perfect!"

They both look at the girls all hyped and ready. "They grow up so fast" Bobby cried, The deity had a tissue box at the ready "they do"

Later on

The girls sang a song that was sung long ago that Honey had taught them.

‘Small soft but passionate lullaby that made Honey glow gently and shimmer. Their voices were always a comfort for them, all of the hunters they had been with were, but not all of them were….this open to them.

‘For the sunset sunlight sisters, Celine and the other sister were formal as hell.

Except Rumis mother, that woman was something. She was beautiful and kind and funny. Honey had feelings for her, it was strange. Nothing hurt more than when Rumis mother ends up falling for a demon.

Things happened, Honey was placed back to their garden to wait for the next three hunters. The next cycle.

Celine was ....stricter after Rumis mother had passed, it almost seemed like she was angry at Honey.

"heeellooo?" Rumi had waved her hand in Honeys face. The deity jumps slightly "huh?" They blinked and looked to her, seems that Zoey and Mira had fallen asleep.

"you okay?" Rumi asked "you say that often nowadays huh?" Honey hummed as they leaned onto the couch and holds a pillow.

"I mean...yea, youre in a very delicate state right now and you're gonna be too close to the very thing trying to destroy you" the purple haired hybrid said nervously.

"I know"

They sat

"what was It really like when you were golden for a split second?" Rumi asked. Honey looked out and frowned "it was -"

"how did YOU feel" she pressured.

"I felt nothing.....I was nothing but light after all"

.................💓...................

#oc x canon #kpop demon hunters #huntrix #x oc #mira kpdh #rumi kpdh #fanfic #jinu kpdh #kpdh fanart #saja boys kpdh #kphb #rumi kpop demon hunters #kpdh fanfiction

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yoyneversawmehere · 2 days ago

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"When the morning comes I hope your still mine"

♡ Hermes x reader

♡ Review: The god of messages always finds himself at your window whenever he feels it is time for some fun. That's all he wants from you...unless?

♡ Content: Smut, oral receiving, Hermes channelling his service top energy, reader is a female, use up pet names "darling and feather"

♡ author note: dude I need hermes so bad it's not even a joke he's so fine. 😩

Here he was again, standing at the windowsill of your room with the infamous grin he carries with him anywhere. You knew what it meant all too well.

He takes a step off your window and makes his way towards you, taking off his hat in the process - his eyes are visible now. Low and sinful, it always felt like that way; the only way he had ever looked at you, yet you didn't care. It wasn't like you two were together, so it made no sense for him to look at you any other way.

He sits on the bed, inches away from you, the bed sinking under him. His grin never left.

"Hello, darling." His voice was raspy and almost in a whisper.

You only hummed in return, you knew what he wanted, and you also knew he never cared for small talk.

Your hand makes way to his tunic, slipping it off his body, revealing everything that you've seen before.

The dim light of the moon that travelled through your window highlights each muscle on his body.

He was beautiful.

A low chuckle left his lips as he leaned in to press his lips to yours. A hand reached his hair and tangled itself in his curls. His tongue slips into your mouth so gracefully as if it belonged there.

A hand fiddles with the hem of your shirt while the other rests on your thigh, massaging it slowly.

You both pull away, a string of saliva stretching from both of your lips. He pulls off your clothes and discards them on your floor.

His eyes searched your body as if it were the first time he laid eyes on you. It always confused you when he did this, yet you never questioned him. Who are you to question a God either way?

"Lie back." He murmurs.

You fall back onto the bed, beneath you, pushing yourself onto your pillow. Hermes follows slowly, placing himself above you. His eyes looked deep into your own, his knee found itself between my legs, and his arms lay on either side of me.

Your arms snake around his neck, and he dips down to place ghostly kisses on your jaw, extending down to your neck, moving to your chest as his hand wanders down your side and onto your hips, tracing circles with his thumb.

A deep sigh of frustration leaves you. He looks up at you, looking through his hair that covers his eyes slightly.

"What's wrong?" His voice teasing, he knew what he was doing, and he loved how you looked when he did it.

"Why must you do this?" You ask him, your voice slow and slightly breathless.

"Whatever do you mean, feather?"

He's smiling again, that bastard.

He continues to move down, his lips marking his journey until his face reaches

between your thighs.

He kisses your inner thigh and sucks on it leaving a mark.

"You're so beautiful." He always said that.

You never pay any mind to the compliments he threw at you cause at the end of the day, You know that after this is over, he'll be gone until he feels horny again.

"Just look at you, all this just for me to enjoy."

You rolled your eyes at him before he set a kiss on your clit.

His tongue dragging a long, deliberate line on your heat, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You felt his lips curl into a smirk when you sighed out of pleasure.

His tongue slips through your folds and into your hole, lapping up any juices you produce.

Your brain swirls and he sucks on your clit, any stress or tension you felt now disappearing as his lips wrapped around you.

His fingers slip in and out of your hole, curling it and allowing you more pleasure than you felt before. Each pound of his fingers and lick on your clit ties a knot in your stomach.

Choked moans continue to crawl out of your lips. And with each moan he groaned against you, each vibration causing your head to fall back.

" 'M close," You manage to say as your thoughts start to mend together.

"Give it to me, darling."

Your head spins as the sweet release washes over you. You could've sworn you saw stars.

You were so out of it, and the only thing that brought you back to earth was the *plop* next to you. You glance over to see Hermes next to you, eyes closed.

"Hey...what about you?" You questioned, and it was odd. He never left without satisfying himself.

A hand flew over his eyes as he spoke

"Not feeling it tonight, darling, I'm too tired.."

His hand came from his face and his glowing eyes found their way to yours

"But once you felt good, that's enough for me."

You feel your cheeks heat up from his words. You weren't used to him being like this.

"Umm, alright?" Your voice was filled with uncertainty.

His head wraps around your waist, pulling you in, the warmth of his body and the sound of his heart beating are always the best part of this.

Your eyes flutter closed, and you drift to sleep.

The next morning was just as you expected, He was gone. He never left a trace of his existence. It was like one moment, he was here, and the next, he never existed, well, that was until this time.

You found a feather on the pillow where he sleeped. You smiled slightly to yourself.

'That idiot' you thought

Thanks for reading♡

#hermes x reader #hermes #smut #hermes smut #hermes epic the musical #epic the musical #epic the musical x reader #hermes x reader smut #hermes epic the musical x reader

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thepeaklegendoffirstgen · 3 days ago

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LOVE INSURANCE

He picks you up at exactly the time you told him. As his car pulls up and the rear window rolls down, your colleagues whisper about the handsome hunk inside, but someone mutters something about how tacky the car looks. You ignore them completely and rush straight toward him.

He steps out of the car and immediately picks you up in his arms. You protest, wriggling to break free, telling him not to do this in public.

But he puts you down gently and spins you around.

He’s been gone for a couple of weeks, off doing God knows what. You hate to admit it, but it’s been a rough few weeks, and given the state your city is in, it's no surprise. Still, you're not too worried.

As you break free from his hold and continue the ride home, you ask him how things went, how business was. His usual vague “as usual” means a lot, but his tone is lighter than when he left.

“I’m hungry. Let’s grab something,” you say.

“I already brought your meal,” he replies, eyes fixed on the road, muttering something about where he kept it.

But before you can reach for the wrapped food...

“Not now. Wait until we get home,” he says firmly.

“I’ll die of hunger by then. You’re such an asshole. A gentleman but still an asshole,” you drawl. “A gentle asshole, should I add?”

He swerves slightly as a car cuts in front. The turn isn’t sharp, but it’s clearly his way of expressing displeasure, followed by a click of his tongue.

“Don’t ‘dude’ me. And what the fuck is a gentle asshole?” he retorts.

“Dudeeeee,” you whine, dragging the word out—only for your stomach to growl in agreement.

He sighs heavily. You try to explain that even your stomach is calling him “dude” now, which earns another tongue click and an abrupt halt of the car.

“Let’s get out. You’ll eat now,” he mutters, unlocking the doors.

You smile, unfasten your seatbelt, and before you can even reach for the handle, he’s already opening the door for you.

You find a quiet spot in the park. The late evening air is still warm, slowly slipping into night. Settling on a bench, you waste no time digging into your meal.

The speed with which you eat makes him feel slightly guilty. He hadn’t realized how hungry you were, and maybe he was torturing you just a bit. But he pushes the thought aside; at least he found this nice park for you to enjoy your meal.

“So, how did things go? Anything I should worry about?” you ask as you slide your hand around his arm, resting your head on his shoulder.

His body relaxes the moment you touch him. He didn’t realize how heavy the stress had been, until you melted it away.

“So far, so good,” he says softly, brushing your hair from your forehead. “And you?” he adds, flicking your forehead.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, okay.”, he adds.

“Of course I’m not worried about your stupid gang stuff,” you mumble.

His brow furrows at that, but the next words bring quiet relief.

“But I do worry about you. These internal frictions have taken a toll on you. Don’t think you can hide that from me.” You pout, gently.

The soft breeze and the warm summer air swirl around you. With his heart suddenly full, he shifts to fully face you, drawing his arm away from your grasp.

“What are you doing?” you ask, but he shushes you as he pulls you into his arms again.

“It’s fine, stupid. I’m used to it,” he mumbles, his strong arms wrapped tightly around you, so tight it almost feels like he’s trying to squeeze the pain out of his own body through you.

But as your ear rests against his chest, you notice his heartbeat, it’s faster than usual.

You know it’s not fine at all.

Even if Jaegyeon Na is used to the chaos and uncertainty, you know he desperately wants peace. That’s why he’s willing to go to such lengths for the city, even making pacts that demand everything from him: heart and soul.

“Even if it’s not fine... you know I’m here,” you whisper.

“Did you hit your head or something? Getting sentimental out of nowhere?” he teases, pulling back slightly and giving your shoulder a nudge.

“Buddy, your emotionally constipated ass can’t handle basic human decency,” you shoot back, clapping back hard.

He laughs at that, really laughs, and flicks your forehead again. “Keep calling me ‘dude’ or 'buddy', and you’re banned from getting in the car.”

You challenge him if that’s even possible, and soon, you’re both lost in playful bickering, your banter bouncing back and forth, lightening the mood.

Then, without a word, you pull him into a hug again.

“Someone’s clingy today,” he teases, but he wraps his arms around you again, easily.

“Be glad someone missed you,” you say.

That shuts him up. Completely.

And he’s glad. For everything. For you.

Glad you stuck around when there were so many chances to leave.

Grateful you never let go even when things got rough.

And he knows,deeply, fiercely, that one day, when peace finally comes, he’ll take all your worries away and give you the quiet, stable life you deserve.

Jaegyeon Na was anything but peaceful inside.

But right now, he was glad.

And grateful.

And that, for now, was enough.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #jaegyeon na x reader #jaegyeon na

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girly-girlk · 4 hours ago

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Ok so Reader and Drew break things off, but she’s still really pregnant and goes into labor and he’s basically just an asshole the whole time

alone

drew starkey x pregnant!reader

summary: you and drew break up and you call him when your water breaks

a/n: so sorry that this one took a while, i’ve been super busy! hope you like it!!💕

you hadn’t seen drew in weeks.

not since the fight. not since the words that shattered whatever fragile peace you both were holding on to.

“you’re exhausting, you know that? it’s like this baby has made you impossible to be around.”

“then go. i’m not stopping you.”

“fine.”

and he did. no calls. no texts. not even a word from his friends.

you’d cried until your eyes felt hollow, until the baby kicked as if telling you to stop. so you did. for them.

now, at 37 weeks pregnant, your body was sore and swollen, and the last thing you expected at 2:14 a.m. was to wake up to a sudden, warm gush of fluid and a stabbing cramp that made you double over.

you were alone. terrified. but not stupid.

you called drew.

not because you forgave him. not because he deserved it.

because he was the father, and some small, stubborn part of you hoped—hoped—he’d be different when it really mattered.

the line rang once. then twice.

“yeah?” his voice was tired. irritated.

you inhaled shakily. “my water broke.”

silence. then: “okay… and?”

“and i’m alone,” you said, trying to keep the panic from your voice. “i don’t—i don’t want to do this by myself.”

more silence. a sharp breath from him. “jesus, okay. calm down. i’ll come get you.”

⸻

he showed up twenty minutes later, shirt wrinkled, eyes bloodshot. no urgency. no warmth.

“get in,” he said flatly, barely looking at you as you lowered yourself into the passenger seat, clutching your belly.

in the car, he didn’t say much. just kept tapping his fingers against the steering wheel like this whole thing was a chore.

“could you not do that?” you muttered through a contraction.

“what?” he snapped.

“tap. you’re making me anxious.”

he rolled his eyes. “everything makes you anxious lately.”

you looked away, biting the inside of your cheek so you wouldn’t cry.

⸻

at the hospital, the nurses were kind. you tried to focus on them, not on drew sitting in the corner on his phone, not offering your hand, not asking how you were doing.

when the pain grew worse, you whimpered through a contraction, reaching out blindly. drew didn’t move.

“could you—can you just hold my hand?” you asked, voice shaking.

he sighed. loudly. “you wanted me gone, remember?”

tears slid down your cheeks. “this isn’t about us.”

“it’s always about you,” he muttered.

one of the nurses gave him a sharp look. “maybe you should wait in the hall if you’re going to stress her out.”

he scoffed. “whatever.”

you watched him leave, a mix of pain and numbness filling the hollow part of your chest.

you didn’t want to need him. you didn’t want to miss him. but right now, it was just you, and your baby, and the breaking point of everything you’d once thought you’d have.

⸻

when the baby finally came—after hours of pain, sweat, and screaming—drew wasn’t there.

he missed the birth.

a nurse handed you your baby, and you cried harder than you ever had in your life. because despite everything, this little human was yours.

and in that moment, you didn’t need him.

not anymore.

#drew starkey angst #drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x you #drew starkey x reader

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jjscrybaby · 12 hours ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/jjscrybaby/786807769436127232/neeeddd-more-dealerjj

Ooh dealer!jj ideas? How about reader starts buying too much from him then usual and he gets worried? If you’re not comfortable writing it or you’re not into it ignore this ask! <3

restless

warnings: anxious!reader, using weed to self medicate, soft!jj

a/n: this is loosely inspired by my real life when i actually had a dealer cut me off😭it was a long time ago and we definitely weren’t in love but i remember in the moment it acc snapped me out of it because it was embarrassing to be called out by a middle aged man who sold drugs

dealer!jj masterlist

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

You’d been buying from JJ for two months now; as well as sleeping with him. He felt weird about taking money from you, made him feel like some sort of prostitute, so most of the time you’d end up heading home the next day with a few rolled joints for free. You’d always go back and see him at some point during the next few days, but it wouldn’t be to buy again.

This week was different.

It was Thursday and you were showing up for the third time, not just to spend time with him but to get more weed; yesterday you’d come and grabbed it and left after only twenty minutes for work. Most of the time he didn’t care, didn’t even notice how much his regular customers were buying, but you were different. You were important.

“What happened to the last six joints I sold you?” You’d been there five minutes and he was already starting the interrogation.

“Uh, I smoked them,” you replied, looking up at him in confusion.

“Tha’s a lot to smoke in three days, ‘specially for you. There somethin’ going on I should know about?” He asked bluntly.

You looked lost and he felt a little guilty for coming across so judgemental, he wasn’t judging you — hell, he was the dealer. He was just worried, and he didn’t like the feeling. He didn’t like caring this much about someone he’d only known two months.

“I don’t know what you mean, Jayj,” you said softly, looking up at him.

“It’s just— you ain’t a big smoker, every time we share one you have a few pulls and you’re in the clouds. It ain’t normal for you to be gettin’ through them that quickly,” he explained, taking your hand to lead you over to the couch.

The fact you looked like you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar made him feel like he was right to be concerned.

“Talk to me, baby. What’s goin’ on, huh?” He murmured soothingly, reaching out to cup your face in the palm of his hand. It took all of two seconds for your eyes to fill with tears.

“Nothing!” You argued, sniffling as a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Why’re you cryin’ then?” He wasn’t going to listen to your lies. You’d learnt pretty quickly that JJ was a straight forward kind of person, he said it how it was and he expected that back.

“I just— it helps me calm down,” you admitted through your tears. “I wasn’t planning on going through it all, but it’s just— it’s been a tough week.”

“Okay,” he murmured softly, wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “Why’s it been a tough week, hm? Talk to me.”

For the next twenty minutes you sat there and spilled your guts. You told him about the lack of money your families restaurant has been making; which has lead to disputes all through the day and night. You told him about your friend that had started an argument with you over cancelling plans — because you had to work. You told him about how sleep hasn’t been coming easy for you, and that’s not helping with the stress that you’re under. By the time you were done you were all cried out, curled up in his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Feelin’ a bit better?” He asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt the calm mood you’d slowly subsided into.

You shrugged your shoulders, still sniffling into the crook of his neck. “Dunno. A little.”

“Weed ain’t gonna solve any long term problems, it’ll just cause more. It’s fine to smoke every now and then, yeah? I definitely can’t be the one to say you can’t. But we don’t want you gettin’ dependent, that’s where the problem starts,” he explained, keeping his voice gentle.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you agreed in a mumble.

“Always am,” he smirked, making you giggle softly. You pulled away from his embrace, just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. His smile softened as he saw your red rimmed eyes, thumb running over your cheekbone. “How ‘bout instead of smokin’ tonight we run you a bath and get pizza?”

Throughout the entire time you’d been hooking up with JJ, you’d never seen him go a night without a joint.

“Really?” You asked.

“Mhm hm. Sound good?” He didn’t want you to question him, because he also was well aware of the fact he hadn’t not smoked in the evening since he was thirteen.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you whispered back, giving him a soft smile as you leant in and pressed your lips to his.

Maybe love really does change you.

#dealer!jj #jj maybank #outer banks #obx #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader

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hockeyxoxo · 13 hours ago

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hello hello!! i'm actually obsessed with ur brunch theme && welcome back <3

i'd like to request pancakes with raspberries && whipped cream!!

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Warnings/contains: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, use of "good/pretty girl" and "baby", praise kink, a bit of cursing, stressed/tired!reader, creampie.

WC: 586

An: It is once again 3 am at the time im writing this, but I had so mucb fun writing this one hopefully its okay. I forgot how to write after taking a 2 year break forgive me. NOT PROOF READ.

Order: Quinn hughes x Praise kink x Creampie

Everything was against you today. The barista got your coffee order wrong this morning, and you were running so late that you couldn't wait for the replacement drink. To add on top of that your boss was just being a bitch today.

By the time you got home your patience was already hanging by a thin thread. You kick off your work heels and threw your bag on the couch before following it's path, laying face first on the couch too exhaust to move.

You finally had the energy to turn on the tv to watch your boyfriend's hockey highlights from tonight.

Quinn was ecstatic to be able to go home early as the game passed by relatively fast. But as soon as he opened the front door to your shared apartment he knew something was wrong. The lights were dim, he couldnt smell the candle you usually light when you get home. As he was analyzing everything he saw you laying on the couch, lookinf tired as ever but still watching the hockey highlights of tonights game on the tv.

He dropped his bag next to the door and took off his shoe before walking straight over to you.

"Baby, you look tired." He kneel down next to your face and brush the hair out of his face. He looked at you concerned for your state. Quinn picked you up at sat you up like you weighed nothing.

"I'm fine" You push his hand away being stubborn.

"Let me take care of you." One of his hand hold your chin to maintain eye contact and the other rubbing your inner thigh igniting a fire in your abdomen. You whimpered in response and that was all the conformation he needed before kisses you. The kiss was soft and slow but somehow that got you wanting more. You reach for his belt as he hover over you trapping you against the couch. You both undressed yourself as the kiss deepens.

Somehow he ended up on top of you on the couch. He trail kisses from your neck down to your collarbone.

"My pretty girl" He whispered against your shoulder before leaving on last kiss.

He was already hard the second your lips met his. He lined himself up with your entrance,

"Ready baby?" He looked at your eyes for confrontation.

"Yes" You barely managed to say but it still came out breathy almost a whine. He slowly pushed his cock in you inch by inch. Praises under his breath with each inch you take.

"You're doing so good for me"

"You feel so good baby"

"Taking me like a good girl"

"You're too good to me baby"

It didn't take long before you feel the knot forming in your stomach. You were close, and of course Quinn could feel it. He knows your body like the back of his hand, he notice everything. He was getting to his high himself when you squeezed him tighter and tighter, trying to push him out.

"Come with me, baby" You snapped as soon as he said it. He came right after you painting your insides the prettiest shade of white. He stayed inside of you for a while after before pulling out and grabbing a towel to clean you up with. Quinn wipe down your body as he continues to praise you.

"You did so good, baby"

"I'm so lucky to have you"

"My pretty girl"

"You were prefect"

"This is exactly where you belong, with me, in my arms."

#quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes smut #hockeyxoxo #nhl x reader #nhl smut #quinn hughes imagine

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sturniphone · 19 hours ago

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still super shy to reveal myself so im staying anon !!

but does chris ever yelled at bambi, or arguwd w her? (sorry !! if someone already asked) :p

hehe !! it's perfectly fine

but omg yes. they totally fight (like a lot) because chris is impulsive, says whatever comes to his head without thinking, and bambi? bambi’s a sensitive little brat who takes everything to heart and always pushes his buttons on purpose. she’ll slam a door and yell ❝you don’t even care!❞ and he’s standing there like 🤯 ❝are you serious right now.❞

chris doesn’t usually raise his voice because he knows yelling makes her anxious 😕 but sometimes, when he’s stressed or scared or pissed at the world, it slips. and the second it does? instant regret. like immediate guilt in his chest. he goes quiet, doesn’t chase her, just stands there like ❝fuck.❞

meanwhile bambi’s the dramatic one, crying in their room like ❝he hates meee❞ while chris is pacing the kitchen figuring out how to apologize.

and he always does. always ends up kneeling in front of her, hand on her knee, murmuring stuff like ❝i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry, i’m a dickhead, okay? please look at me.❞ because at the end of the day, she’s his whole heart, bratty attitude and all.

#mail ࿐ ࿔ ¡!#; ⌗ dealer!chris && bambi!reader﹒🍥 ⸝⸝#chris sturniolo #dealer!chris #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader

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lilacprincess7 · 3 days ago

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Hey heeeey! How are you doing? Love your blog btw ;) Could you perhaps do a Pau x reader? Something where Pau and reader are hosting a dinner at his players and invite the other players like Gavi, Pedri and Co. The other players bring stuff to not come empty-handed (I could imagine Gavi bringing store-bought cookies but having taken them out of the package so it’s not too obvious xD) The reader does most of the cooking and is midly stressed because they want everything to be perfect. Pau helps as good as he can.

Thanks in advance!

Team Dinner anxiety

summary: what the req said

a/n: I saw the 'guess who' video and think he is so cute. I love how him and Hector are so close

You were shaking. Like literally shaking. You and Pau had agreed to host the team dinner of the month and it had you quite anxious. Scratch that. Personally, you looked like a fish out of water. What even were you going to cook? How many dishes should you cook?

Since the season was still going strong you had the problem of everything also being diet appropriate so the guys could actually eat. The next problem was that there were vegeterians and vegans on the invite list. So obviously you needed to cook a little bit of everything.

That preperetion certainly needed more than a pair of hands. Who better to drag into this mess than your boyfriend? Frankly, he already knew you were stressed about and was going to offer his help anyway. You just managed to ask him before he asked you.

So here you were, talking about it in the comfort of your couch. You were currently sat on his lap, his big arms encircling your waist, his hands grasping opposite hips, big green eyes looking up and meeting your own gaze with his chin against your chest.

"Baby, you are distracting me, stop it"

"Why? I literally didn't even move!"

"I know! But I'm freaking out and I need help and you are sitting here so calm and just looking at me like I'm the best think in the world and it makes me blush and feel shy and I can't consentrate with the task at hand!"

"Okay okay, I'll stop looking at you. There. My eyes are closed. But for the record, you are the best thing in the world. You are my entire world hermosa..."

"Guapooo" you said in awe, rolling off of him and on the couch, hiding your face with a nearby blanket.

He was full on smiling with your reaction. It wasn't something uncommon per say, him saying such things and making you blush. It never failed to make you a shy and cute -in his opinion, you disagreed- mess.

"Okay, now I'm pausing for real. Look, in the kitchen I'm a mess. I will blow things up. I can't help at all...but"

"But?"

"I know how to have a barbeque... I can make some steaks, sausages, even some burgers if you want.." he suggested, looking at you with that pair of eyes that had you melting easily.

"That solves so many problems! You are a lifesaver!" you said as you climbed his lap again and kissed him full on the lips.

Now stress gave way to excitment. You would make a couple of salads, possibly put some mushrooms and peppers in the oven as well, that way vegetarians and vegans were covered. The boys would be fine with the meat and you could also throw some fish in the oven, if anyone wasn't in the mood for meat or had some allergy.

The dinner was in two days, so tomorrow you would go shopping with Pau after he got back from training and get everything you need to cook. This was going to be the best team dinner ever and you would make sure of it!

And here you were, in the middle of an isle on the supermarket, trying and failing to reach a bottle of oil from the top self. You were this close to just straight up giving up when Pau made an appearance. “Baby, what’s going on? What are you trying to reach with such a passion?” He asked, chuckling a bit.

“I want to reach that bottle of oil, but it’s too high and I can’t…” you trailed off, pouting

“You can, with a bit of help” he said

With minimal effort, your boyfriend had literally manhandled you and now you found yourself seated on his shoulders, like you weighted as much as a feather. “Now you can reach it hermosa, no?” He teased as he grasped your thigh with one hand, he looked up at you and smiled wide, his eyes lightning up in the process. He had that look of love dancing in his eyes when he looked at you and it always made you feel butterflies.

“Yes, yes stop teasing me…” you trailed off smiling back at him.

You were genuinely so happy with him in your life. A simple look, a gentle touch of his was enough to make you feel better, to make you feel whole even in the most difficult situations. He was everything you could ever need and everything you would ever want. You really hoped and he knew so that he would be the father of your children one day.

Somehow, nothing blew up. That was mostly because this time around Pau was not distracting you and was out in the backyard taking care of the meat he had chosen to cook. You were quite a bit anxious once again because you were making baked mushrooms for the first time on your own and you freaked out.

Like totally panicked. You called your mom to make sure you had the right recipe and then your grandma. They both teased you, saying that Pau has stolen your mind and you had zero braincells left. They also said that you had made this since you were five years old and laughed a bit more. You replied to both of them similarly with something along the lines of 'haha really funny, not that it isn't true...'.

Finally, after you were stack in a kitchen the whole day, your guests started arriving and you were somewhat tense at first. What if anyonw got food poisoning. Another stupid thought since you knew how to cook and Pau always praised you for your talent.

Fortunately, he was there once again to calm you down. He stopped you while you were taking a tray of cheese in the living room as a side for the wine. He got the plate from you and put it down on the kitchen table.

"Amor take a breath" he said quietly

"Why? I'm fine I swea-"

"You are anxious. And I can literally feel your hand shaking so please take a deep breath in for me.." he trailed off, looking at you straight in the eyes pleadingly. If he knew you would be so stressed about it he would have told you to not host it, to cancel it even. You were above everyone else in his heart.

So you did as he told you. He helped you control your breath and guided you for a moment.

"Now, do you feel a bit better?" he asked concerned

"Yeah, thank you amor"

"Anything for my woman" he replied as he kissed your knuckles

He hugged you for a couple of minutes after, mostly wanting to reasure himself that you were okay. He peppered some kisses on your face, one landing on your nose, another on your temple, a third on your cheekbone. He was so affectionate with you that it made you dizzy.

The rest of the evening was perfect. The wags asked you for some of your recipes even. They were quite impressed by your cooking skills and wanted to know more. In the end, it really was the best team dinner ever.

a/n: hope you liked it!!

#fc barcelona #fanfiction #football #football fanfic #pau cubarsi #lilacprincesswrites💜#pau cubarsi fanfic #pau cubarsí x y/n #pau cubarsí x you #pau cubarsí x reader #pau cubarsi imagine #fc barca #barca x reader #team as family

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moki-dokie · 2 days ago

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and, as another layer of this shit sundae, i am already underpaid considerably. like, 10k/yr below what i ought to be making with my experience and position. i've been fine with that because we are an extremely small company/start-up and that kinda comes with the territory. also, oklahoma is hella cheap so i can get by on a lower income pretty fine.

and, again, this comes with start-up territory, i do about 5 different jobs at once on any given day. all of us do. it's gotten worse over the last 2 years though as we've had to lay off about half of the company yet still trying to run it that just isn't possible with a less than skeleton crew.

even after securing one hell of a lucrative deal with R*, we are still fucking floundering and can't bail out or get a good enough investor or make enough of a profit. ceo has been in panic mode for at least a year with no fucking direction and just throwing shit out in hopes something might stick but also quadrupling the work load of everyone. ceo is also the most underqualified asshat in existance and has no fucking right to be calling himself a ceo because he isn't an executive in any fucking capacity. 10 years my junior, no college education whatsoever, no work experience outside of running this company, and his only real guidance has been a few leadership classes here and there. he has lucked his way through the last decade and that luck has run dry. i have been screaming for the last FOUR years at HR (which is useless bc it's contracted and its run by a friend of the ceo so. yeah.) that the ceo is the problem. all of our turnover comes back to him. all of our operational problems comes back to him. he is singlehandedly driving the company straight into the ground and like every techbro on the fucking planet, cannot take five minutes to step back and consider that he is wrong and unfit and needs to hand off his position to someone qualified.

we are still a start-up after 12 years. we aren't *starting* shit anymore. the core leadership are the three co-founders who collectively have no idea how to run a business but are nonetheless good at pretending they do. they have never secured stable funding. they have never been profitable enough to do the things they're trying to do. it's only been this past year that they've gotten so desperate that they finally put their egos aside a BIT to take advice from the rest of the team. too little too late, though.

ceo has completely and utterly eroded my trust and goodwill over the years after throwing my department under the bus far too many times. i have 0 faith the company will last another two years, shaky faith that it lasts even 1 more year. i have 0 faith we'll ever get the back pay we were promised upon taking pay cuts.

on top of explicitly telling them i do not want this position on multiple occasions (trust me, it's not that i'm a good fit and they want me for it, its because they have literally no other choice), i know it's something i'm not capable of handling besides. i'm not remotely interested in upper management and i know i can't operate the way they need me to in order to succeed at it and i don't want to stress myself tf out trying just for the sake of it when we're in a sinking fucking ship. as i told my manager, if that weren't the case and there was even a glimmer of hope on the horizon, i might be more willing to tough it out and give it a shot. as it is, not only is it not worth my stress, but i just don't give a shit enough. there is quite literally nothing in it for me at this point other than some experience that ultimately doesn't mean shit.

i'm told that, well, its alright if you don't like it! You can always step down! to which i say - step down into WHAT position? you're getting rid of mine, so it'd be into the demotion -> layoff path, which ends up being the exact same ultimatum. I'm told that, well, we won't throw you to the wolves! it's okay if you fuck up a little, we'll help. to which i say - that isn't fucking possible when you *just* gave me an unjustified final warning write-up a month ago that'll be on record for 6 mo minimum. one single fuck-up more and I'm out. not that they need a reason at all, because like most of the nation oklahoma is at-will employment so as long as it isn't discrimination related your ass can be fired for any ol reason.

i have been given the shaft more times than i can count in my tenure here. ceo and i have butted heads enough times that i simply refuse to talk to him unless it's fucking necessary because i'm two seconds from ripping his head off at any given moment. since at least 2020, leadership has been trying to get rid of me in a way that simply cannot be contested (not that i would, i've tried that before and it's fucking pointless in at-will states) but i'm a fucking cockroach and i survive the shit they pull. you might be thinking WHY the fuck haven't i moved on? well, 1) i am my own boss 99% of the time 2) I am completely remote 3) we have the most generous PTO of any company i've *ever* worked for 4) we are super lax about people utilizing that generous PTO whenever and however they want 5) the health insurance is actually pretty damn good 6) i decide my own work hours and schedule and 7) because i legitimately liked doing the job we were doing for quite a long time and i still do at its core and now that AI has sucked human interaction out of customer support i take extra pride in my team and 8) despite being paid well under the industry standard, it's well above literally anything else i could make elsewhere in the state, because oklahoma is a broke ass ho with a job market in the dumpster and i live minimum 30 minutes away from where jobs would be besides and 9) without a fucking degree, which i do not have, all of my experience is utterly worthless to 90% of the job market and especially fucking resume-fielding algorithms and 10) bro i'm mid-30s in middle management customer service which is being rapidly wiped from the job market as a whole with some not-insignificant medical issues that are easily used against me without triggering any sort of technical discrimination. basically, this is as good as it gets for me where i am now. that, however, is changing.

but since i'm about to be in california, in a very walkable city, with a very good job market and overall better employer mentality, my options are expanding. i could also jump ship to a competitor, which i'm heavily considering. the problem there is that this industry is so fucking small that all the ceos and leadership teams know each other, and i know from experience that they shit talk the employees they don't like amongst each other and circumvent laws asking about employment by just talking to each other as friends. so, eh, it's a risk but its a risk i'm considering too. all things considered, this came at a pretty good time. i think they honestly counted on backing me into a corner, not realizing i had an escape route that *just* opened up.

anyway. there's 6 years of my life wasted. i'm tired and i'm stressed and i'm angry.

work: so your choices are take the promotion, or take a demotion and then lay-off

me: hm. k. so how much is the pay raise for the promotion?

work: well. about that. there isn't one

me:

work:

me: so. you just. expect me to take on more work and more responsibility when i've already been working under a pay cut for the last 7 months?

work: well, what else would you do?

me: hm, gee, i don't know, maybe NOT take any extra work on at all actually and just be demoted since I'm already at that pay grade?

work:

me:

work: okay but see you're holding yourself back here. are you really willing to face being laid off over challenging yourself?

me: yeah actually i'm very willing to do exactly that

work:....alright lets talk some more tomorrow

#moki talks #long fucking rant #i'm tiredddddddddddd

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