#both of them would be pulled on two sides

[minutelyfreaked]

simon riley x fem!reader smut blurb. nsfw below. mdni.

so, simon is a big guy.

like hugeeeeee in every sense of the word.

he takes a huge pride in towering over you, finding the way you peer up at him endearing. he loves to grip your chin and guide your lips to his for a deep kiss. his large hands are almost always on you, traveling long paths across your figure. his hand engulfs yours as he threads your fingers together. he always finds a way to press his large stature against your back, reminding you of how big he is.

something about how much bigger he is than you just really gets him going.

even as he presses your bare front into the mattress, cock pressing lightly at the entrance of your cervix, the position put an emphasis on the size difference between the two of you. his legs trapped yours as he looped his arms under your body. his head was tucked next to your ear as he pressed deeper.

he's been at it for hours, manhandling you into several different positions as he collect numerous orgasms from your overwhelmed cunt. he abused your clit with his tongue as he prepped your vice like hole for his girthy dick. once he fully stuffed his cock in your pussy, he was a goner. he just held you down and memorized the feeling of your warm, soft, cunt wrapped around him.

"is here 'bout right, lovie?" simon muttered into your ear, groping at your bare skin. he was pressed against the spot that caused your toes to curl and eyes to roll back. one of your hands was wrapped around his wrist as you weakly tried to escape the deepness of his thrust.

"simon-simon, i can't..." you tried, but couldn't quite get out the full sentence because of his depth.

"can't what, hm? gotta be a little more specific," he responded, palming over the slight bulge in your stomach. this called you to cry out his name as tears welled in your eyes.

"you're so big, si. 's almost too big," you slurred out as his cock stirred in your guts. he all but moans at your words, lips marking the side of your neck.

"'s neva' too big," he mumbled with a gruff snort, one of his hands slowly slid down your front, making its way to your overstimulated bundle of nerves. his slow circles had your back arching deeper into the mattress, his front pressing further into your back.

he was everywhere. he was all you could smell, hear, think of, and feel. his touch set your nerves into a frenzy, causing your senses to go haywire. you couldn't move away even if you wanted to as he held you firmly in his grip.

his thrusts began to turn brutal as he pressed most of his weight onto you, properly fucking you. his pace was nothing if not consistent, each thrust as quick and deep as the last. your thighs shook as another shattering orgasm ripped through you, juices coating both of your lower halves as simon finally chased his high. he nearly sent you into overstimulation before he came, painting your velvet walls white.

he allowed the two of you a few moments to calm down. he moved to massage your hips and lower back as you laid there, exhausted from his thorough fucking. you could feel his release dripping out of your worn pussy, painting your folds a milky white. simon hums at the sight, overly pleased with himself as he moved to massaging your thighs.

he sat between them, kneading the supple flesh of your thighs while watching his drip from your center. one of his hands left your thigh in favor of scooping his cum on to his fingers and pushing them deep into your cunt. he scissored his fingers a couple of times before pulling his fingers away, stuffing them into his awaiting mouth. the flavor brought a lustful spark to simon's eye as he gripped your thighs and dragged you to the edge of the bed.

"what'd ya say to one more round, love? just one and i'll leave you be," he said, already kneeling to be eye level with your core.

and who were you to say no?

— writing smut is a lot harder than i thought it would be omg.

( sincerely, gwen. )

© minutelyfreaked 2025 —do not repost, plagiarized, or falsely claim my work. likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome!

[carmenlikeme]

The decision to have a second child with Robby isn't an easy one.

You both want to. Your first baby was and still is your biggest blessing; you would never regret them, and there wasn't a moment when you didn't think about having another baby. At least two children. Three, if you felt like you could survive not sleeping for over 12 consecutive years.

But your first pregnancy had been so difficult for you, you had doubts.

Well, Robby had doubts.

During your first trimester, you were barely able to drink water before wanting to throw up. Dana recommended some anti-nausea medication, and Robby decided to pick up the least amount of shifts he could to make sure you were okay, always by your side, and just right behind you as you collapsed on the tiled floor.

Your second trimester was a bliss, full of cute pictures, early maternity shoots, and an intimate gender reveal where Robby cried his eyes out after finding out he was gonna become a girl dad. Endless purchases and moodboards for the nursery. You couldn't ask for anything better.

Then, the third trimester came, and with that, the early-onset preeclampsia.

You spend most of your days in bed now, just standing up to go to the bathroom, and even then, you're being looked after when you walk, even for a few steps. When you are close to 34 weeks, you both decide to admit you to the hospital for monitoring, and Robby feels so much better knowing you're only a few floors away.

That's why he looks so stressed, speaking to Dana about how you both want it, but you might consider adoption to avoid putting you at risk once more. Javadi is close by, and before she can stop herself, she opens her mouth to speak.

"Dr. Robby, did you know that 13% of preeclampsia cases are attributed to paternal factors? There's this study that says that while women's genetics are the most important, if the father was born from a pregnancy with preeclampsia. It's generally attributed to 13% from the father, there's another..."

"Hey, crash! I need your help!" Santos interjects, pulling her by her sweatshirt and dragging her away against her will.

Robby stands still next to Dana, who isn't sure if she should kill Victoria just yet. He pauses, tries to find something to say.

"Is that true?" he asks.

"What's true?" Samira joins the conversation, a tablet in her hand. "Mr. Murphy is ready for discharge."

"Javadi just said preeclampsia can be attributed to paternal factors," he says, his tone is almost sarcastic.

"Oh, yeah. There are a lot of new studies about that, also about how paternal diet, mental health, and exercise habits can have an impact on a pregnancy. There's also a greater risk of a premature birth if the father is over 45, so..."

The rest of the conversation and the day go by in a blink. Robby goes home defeated. And there you are, the TV is on, but you're fast asleep with your baby girl on your chest. He smiles, and for a moment, he forgets about the thing that almost made him spiral.

You wake up 30 minutes later. He's cleaning, and you're sure there's a new load of laundry already in the washer. You want to stand up, but your baby is just so comfortable there, you don't wanna wake her up.

"Good morning, love," he says when he walks back into the room. He leans in, careful enough not to disturb his daughter, and kisses you softly. "I missed you two."

"Thank god you have the weekend off," you whisper. "She didn't take a nap today."

"Well, she's almost one. She wants to conquer the world, but her body isn't letting her. Now that she's walking, she'll be unstoppable."

He sits next to you, and even as careful as he is, your baby wakes up. Her bright eyes open, Robby immediately grabs her from your chest and pulls her onto his.

"Show daddy your new shirt, baby," you say. She's still sleepy, but immediately cries when she is far away from you. She cries and tries to crawl back to you immediately. "This kid, she wouldn't even let me go to pee for two seconds."

She sits up on your lap, and it's only then that Robby pulls down her shirt to see it. His hand stays there, frozen, as he reads the words over and over again. He feels like choking up. It's like you're both back in your old apartment, cramped in the tiny bathroom as you wait for the pregnancy test results.

Best Big Sister.

He doesn't know how long it takes him to turn to you, but there you are, holding a pregnancy test that says "Pregnant. 3-4 weeks". You're crying, and he doesn't know when he started crying with you.

"Surprise!" you whisper, choked up. "I guess it's happening."

He kisses you again, this time he takes his time, despite how much your daughter babbles and screams. Just for a second, he kisses you like the world is about to end in just a moment.

"I guess it is."

Nothing matters, just for a second. It's just him, you and your little family.

© CARMENLIKEME 2025. All rights reserved. Do not repost, modify or claim as yours.

[ruruumin]

true rivals

₊˚ ☘︎ huntr/x! mira x fem! reader.

⤷ inspired by extraL by jennie

as the saja boys made themselves comfortable in their shared table with huntrix, mira’s glare was unwavering. resisting the urge to pull herself from this misery, she sucks up her frustrations and smiles wide for the audience. while the two men beside her chatter with superficial comments about her hair and face, a third voice breaks through the noise.

“didn’t know you were something to be shared, mira.” you say, tilting your cap upwards to expose part of your face. mira’s expression changes from annoyance to shock when she recognizes your smirk beneath the black mask. “i thought we had something special.” 

standing in front of her was a very, very special guest. mira’s lips press tightly against each other, gaze hardening on your figure. had you debuted with huntrix, the world would have united in glorified cheers. instead, you parted from them during your trainee days, choosing to go solo with your agent. 

mira didn’t believe it at first until she saw you walk out of the conference room. the expression on your face was dark and your agent trailed behind you like a puppy. the ceo was hot on your feet, begging for you to reconsider your choice and join the rest of the girls. you had a lot of potential, he kept saying. losing you would mean the entire program might sink under. regardless of his words, you left to create your own small company, one where you could have absolute reign over your debut.

the pink-haired idol thought that when you left, you took her heart with her. all those gentle gestures of affection, sharing water bottles and practicing difficult choreography late at night— she spent years shaking them off. when she closes her eyes, she still imagines your hot breath brushing up against the nape of her neck. she can feel the seething heat from beneath your finger tips as you guide her hips to the beat of the song. 

back in the present, mira closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. to some extent, she hoped you could have joined her in this new group. you would have been good friends with both zoey and rumi. and maybe there could have been more between the two of you. the spark she saw in you was still there. but she has to admit, you looked better alone. at the very top of the music scene, you shined brighter when you were by yourself. being held down by other people wasn’t your cup of tea. 

you wanted all the lines, the hardest dance moves, full control over the field. mira admired that most in you. this feeling of perfect authority that you wield. as long as you put your mind to it, you could do absolutely anything. you’ve done numerous collaborations that garnered both western and eastern attention. your stage presence was absolutely breathtaking when she got the chance to see you.

yet despite being at the height of your career, you’ve never once stopped teasing her. even now, you snuck through heaps of people to be in front of her. acting like one of her other fans, you gesture back to the poster.

her fingers are nervous and the palms of her hand was starting to grow clammy. a bead of sweat threatened to break through her foundation. underneath the gaze of the saja boys was tense, however, it was nothing compared to your sharp, almost calculating stare. 

“haha. very funny,” mira replies, picking up one of her posters, “who am i making this out to then?”

you slowly tilt your head to the side. humming a familiar tune she recognizes as your latest release, mira’s body starts to shiver. “how about… your number one rival?” 

she chuckles, signing the poster. subtly drawing a heart beside your name, she playfully rolls her eyes, “you got some real nerve showing up around here.” 

mira doesn’t waste a second giving you the poster, the excitement in her veins being almost as palpable as her many fans here. the two saja boys sitting beside her don’t bother signing the poster. instead, they sit back in their seats, exchanging looks to each other. the tension as so thick, you couldn’t cut it even with the sharpest of knives.

“i couldn’t help it. i wanted to see my favorite girl.” 

this mouthy response has mira at the edge of her seat, ears burning a brighter shade of pink than her hair.

“h-huh? what are you—?”

at this moment, the rest of the table is staring at her interaction with you. bobby is inching over with curious eyes. this level of attention has mira gripping onto the pen with a force strong enough to break the heavens. instead of entertaining the others at the table, both saja and huntrix, you think its a good time to leave.

“i better get going then. it was nice seeing you again, mira.” without wasting a breath, you straighten your back and start your departure. pulling your cap down to conceal your face, you weave through the crowd without looking back. 

she doesn’t need to hear it from you. she’s sure that when you left, you promised to see her next show.

[le-trash-prince]

KimKenta's First Kiss

There's a lot that's already been said about this scene that I don't feel the need to rehash, but I do want to add my two cents to a conversation I keep seeing about whether Kim is strong enough to overpower Kenta, or whether Kenta gave in. Because my answer is "both things are true why are we even having this conversation."

I think it’s important to note that while yes, Kenta was not lashing out at Kim with the intent to injure him during their fight, it’s not because he’s necessarily stronger than Kim. Kim has continually been portrayed as stronger than he looks, and he’s enough of a fighter that he could hurt Kenta if he wanted to.

But also, it's not even that Kenta isn't trying to hurt Kim, it's that he's not attacking Kim at all—he’s trying to push Kim away. And Kim won’t let him.

Instead, he immediately deflects Kenta’s second shove, getting his wrists in between Kenta’s hands to push them out of the way—he’s a fighter, he knows defensive techniques—and then he grabs onto Kenta and refuses to let go.

Time after time this season, Kim refuses to let Kenta isolate himself. He doesn't let Kenta run off by himself to see Pete, he rescues him when he does go off alone, and here, when Kenta tries to physically push him away, Kim immediately disarms that attempt.

It's why the moment when Kenta tells Kim to trust him in Tony's lair is so pivotal. Because Kim has spent this entire season trying to stay by Kenta's side, and Kenta finally gets him to let go by playing on Kim's desire to establish trust between them. Because part of that trust means giving Kenta the right to choose, even when it kills Kim inside. Because Kim may be assertive and domineering, but that doesn't mean he wants to control Kenta.

Tony would have demanded Kenta sacrifice himself. Pete demanded Kenta not go at all. Kim knows he has to let Kenta make this choice. And Kenta knows he can insist because it's not the first important choice Kim has given him that day either.

When they finally kiss, Kenta immediately goes still, he stops fighting—and Kim does the same. Kim stops fighting too, he stops pushing, he holds himself right there. He lets Kenta read his intentions without taking anything from Kenta. He doesn’t deepen the kiss when he could, even when his mouth is twitching against Kenta’s, when he wants to do more. Kenta submits, and Kim does not take advantage of that, and that is so important. He lets his grip up, he caresses Kenta's hands, he gives Kenta the space to reject him.

Kenta's submission in this moment is meaningful, but not because Kim is weaker than him and Kenta could easily throw him off—it's because Kim gives him the choice to push him away. And Kenta stays there until Kim ends the kiss, he doesn't pull away until after Kim asks him to consider his feelings.

Kim isn’t strong because Kenta lets him be strong—he’s strong because he is strong, both in his body and in his will, but that doesn't take away from the fact that Kenta gives in to him.

I’ve said this before, but KimKenta are so complimentary to each other, and it’s really important to understand how the concept of balance plays into their dynamic, both in their physicality and in their personalities. Both of them are strong. Both of them are stubborn. Both of them are falling for each other. Kim has a domineering personality, but that doesn’t mean he's controlling, and while Kenta may often submit to others, he’s not going to be a puppet anymore—and this is part of what makes them so good with each other.

[darlingdream1010]

(Dpxdc)

When Danny was younger, his favorite line from a movie had been, “With great power comes great responsibility.” It felt like being in on an inside joke whenever somebody would quote it. It made the character’s journey to making the right choices with his powers even more meaningful. And above all else, the line was cool. Because that’s all that matters when you’re a kid.

Or at least, that should have been all Danny had to worry about.

-

“Welcome to Bat Burger, what would you like to order?”

Jason frowned up at the employee, whose tone was dry as bone. Icy blue eyes gazed apathetically at him from underneath black bangs.

“Jaybird, order. Wounds don’t heal themselves, I have to feed this engine,” Dick said, patting his stomach behind Jason.

He rolled his eyes. “You’ve survived on less.”

“And I don’t want to again. Two bat classics and one Joker-fries to share?” Dick called up to the window, climbing over Jason’s back to get within hearing distance.

The person nodded and slammed the window closed before Jason could rescind Dick’s order.

He whipped around, glaring at his older brother. “I’m not taking you for midnight runs again.”

Dick just patted Jason and laughed. Maybe he didn’t take him seriously because that’s what he’d been saying the past five midnight Bat Burger runs.

The window slid open again. “Move up.”

“Tha—“

The slam of the window cut Dick off.

“Damn,” he muttered.

Jason couldn’t help smirking at that. He lazily pushed them forward with the engine, cruising forward just in time for his bag to be thrust unceremoniously out of the window.

He grabbed it before their grumpy patron could think to just drop it on him. Dick snatched his burger and cradled the fries to his chest. Jason steered them over to the parking lot and jammed his kickstand down.

Dick leaned over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. Here?

Jason shrugged. It was nice outside tonight. Dark, tranquil and silent. He liked the whistle of the wind and the rustle of the vines—

“JASON!” Dick shouted.

Jason was off the bike in half a second, hands on his holsters. Dick had pulled out his escrima sticks and was stinging massive torrent of vines whipping toward them. Jason groaned.

Of course somebody had to ruin his night just as he was beginning to enjoy it. He ran his hands along his belt, considering what would be best to fight the rabid plants in front of him.

Just as he pulled out his lighter and a trusty can of wasp killer, an angry male voice called out from across the parking lot.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Both Jason and Dick turned around instinctively at the voice. It was the employee from before. Dick glanced back at Jason. He nodded, and they both ran for the citizen.

“Get out of here! Run!” Dick shouted.

“Your scrawny ass isn’t a hero for coming out here!” Jason shouted.

The staff member ignored them, stalking toward the vines with a stormy expression. Dick jumped to the side, striking one of them. Jason was pretty sure he heard him say “bad dog.”

He raised the wasp killer to help his brother, glancing over at the employee. “You should really get out of the way.”

He didn’t listen, stepping into the arena of vines. Instead, the young staff member raised his voice and shouted:

“Don’t tell me what to do—YOU DIDN’T PAY!”

Jason saw Dick jerk in surprise, opening his side up completely to the plant. Before Jason could step in, the citizen lunged forward and wrestled the vine out of the air, then tore it out of the cracks in the road like it was one behemoth of a weed.

Huffing and puffing, the red-faced citizen(?) faced them, hands now braced on his knees. “I’m sorry about-“ they wheezed in another breath, “I-I’m sorry about that, it was my fault you didn’t pay. I forgot to ask for your card,” the young man apologized.

“Forget the money, what did you just do?” Jason demanded. The mass of vines was completely uprooted and just laying there, twitching with its final ounces of life.

“Sir, I know you and your friend are vigilantes and you do a great service, but this is my job…”

“I said what did you just do? With that vine!” Jason demanded again, but Dick stopped him with a hand.

He passed the man two twenties. “Will that be enough?”

The man smiled gratefully. “Thanks. I’m Danny, by the way. Sorry about the confusion again.”

“No…need,” Dick said uncertainly, watching Danny hoist the entire tangle of vines over his shoulder. He did it while wincing, but the point stood that he could do it.

Danny waved them goodbye and strolled off toward the Bat Burger dumpster.

Jason turned to Dick, who shook his head tiredly. “No. We’re not asking questions. I’m going back to my city, you’re going back to your alley, and B—actually, probably Tim—will figure it out like the big boy heroes they are.”

Jason sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Sure, man.”

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

genre: smut, threesome

wc: ~1900

pairing: wonbin x f!reader x anton

cw: explict sex, 3some (f/m/m), anal sex, double penetration, dirty talk

not proofread

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while anton kissed you fervently, you felt wonbin shift behind you on the couch, moving closer. he gently pulled your hair to the side, making space on your neck, and without hesitation, began kissing you there. first with his lips. then with his tongue. and finally with soft bites that drew a low moan from your throat.

“fuck…” you whispered, caught between the two of them.

anton bit his own lip and let out a low laugh.

“we haven’t even started yet”

you turned your face to wonbin, his eyes locked on yours. he kissed you with more urgency, like he’d been starving for this for a long time. your bodies pressed together on the small couch, legs tangled, hands everywhere.

wonbin’s tongue slid into your mouth as anton slipped his hands under your shirt, moving up until he found your breasts. his fingers were warm, firm, and his touch sent chills across your skin. you moaned louder when he started massaging them slowly, his thumbs circling your sensitive nipples.

“are we making you feel good?” anton asked, his lips brushing your ear.

you nodded, breathless.

“fuck yes, so fucking much”

wonbin’s hand slid down your belly, moving slowly until it reached the waistband of your shorts. his fingers slipped inside, finding your panties already soaked.

“this wet for both of us?” he teased, a low chuckle in his voice.

you threw your head back, another moan escaping. anton took advantage of the exposed skin and kissed your throat, while wonbin started rubbing you over your panties, slow, teasing.

“we’re gonna fuck you so good, y/n,” anton said. “until you’re begging for more”

and you wanted that. you really did.

you wanted to see how far this would go.

and the best part was knowing, they wanted it just as much.

you barely had time to think.

your shirt was already being pulled over your head, leaving your breasts exposed, nipples hard from the touch, the tension, the anticipation. the couch suddenly felt too small, unable to contain the heat taking over the three of you.

anton leaned in and sucked one of your breasts hard, his tongue swirling around your nipple while wonbin pushed your panties to the side and sank two fingers inside you at once. your body arched, and a loud moan escaped your lips.

“oh fuck” you panted, your legs trembling.

anton alternated kisses and soft bites, squeezing your other breast with his free hand.

“you look so damn gorgeous like this… completely giving in”

wonbin was on his knees now, between your legs. he pulled off your shorts and panties all at once, leaving you naked from the waist down. his eyes lit up.

“can i?” he asked, as if he still needed permission.

you simply spread your legs wider in response and that was all he needed.

wonbin started going down on you slowly, his mouth hot, firm, experienced. his tongue moved with precision over your clit while his fingers kept a steady rhythm inside you, and anton, still on the couch, kissed you with intensity, messing up your hair, holding your face with both hands like you were the center of his universe.

“you like it, princess?” he whispered against your lips. “we’ve barely even started”

all you could do was moan.

it was too much at once. too much pleasure, too many mouths, too many tongues, too many hands.

wonbin picked up the pace, sucking harder, and when you moaned loudly, he paused just to smile against your skin.

“already about to come?”

you tried to answer, but anton was already trailing kisses down to your neck again, whispering filthy promises in your ear.

“let us take real good care of you, y/n… until you can’t take it anymore”

you could feel the climax rushing in too fast, but you didn’t want it to end just yet.

“wait… wait…” you panted, gently pushing wonbin back.

he looked up at you with a wicked grin.

“alright, we’ll take it slow then”

you took the moment to sit up, and now both of them were watching you from below, breathless, waiting for your next move. you knelt down between them, your hands going straight to their waistbands.

“my turn”

kneeling between the two of them, you felt the full power of the moment pulsing through your veins.

anton was to your left, legs spread, pants already kicked off and his underwear pulled down, his hard member pointing right at you. wonbin, on your right, did the same, eyes fixed on your lips, chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

you looked at both of them with a wicked smile on your lips.

“who wants to go first?”

anton licked his lips.

“fuck… i don’t even know. you decide”

you leaned toward him first. your hand wrapped around anton’s member, hot, heavy, pulsing between your fingers. you started slow, licking the tip, teasing with your tongue just there before taking it all in at once.

the moan he let out made your body shiver.

“fuck, y/n…” he gasped, fingers tangling in your hair. “your mouth is perfect.”

you sucked with rhythm, firmness, and provocation. alternating suction with tongue movements along the sides, while your hand massaged the base and his balls. but you didn’t forget wonbin. far from it.

you pulled away from anton with a pop of your mouth, staring at wonbin as you wiped the saliva from the corner of your lips with the back of your hand. he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world.

“your turn” you said, turning to him.

your hand was quick, and your mouth even quicker. when wonbin entered your lips, he immediately threw his head back.

“shit… you do this so well, kitten”

you noticed he was a little more sensitive, so you alternated between slow, deep strokes and small sucks just on the head. he moaned softly, thigh muscles trembling slightly.

“you’re going to make both of us come just with your mouth” anton said, watching you with dark, lustful eyes.

you laughed against wonbin’s member, letting more saliva drip on purpose to make everything wetter and dirtier.

“that’s the plan”

soon you were switching between the two, giving each equal attention. hand on one, mouth on the other, swapping, licking, sucking, drooling. their moans mixed with your own sounds of pleasure.

suddenly anton grabbed your face and pulled you back to him, kissing you hard.

“i want you riding me now, i can’t stand watching this anymore”

wonbin was already standing behind you.

“and i’ll be behind, you’re going to get fucked from both holes today, princess”

the anticipation made your whole body pulse. you let them guide you, lying back on the couch with your legs open over anton’s lap as he positioned himself, his head already brushing against your wet entrance.

wonbin knelt behind you, kissing your shoulder, your back, your hips, while a finger slid into your back door with improvised lubrication from his own saliva.

you looked back, surprised and turned on.

“both of you… at the same time?”

anton gripped your waist firmly, eyes shining.

“if you let us, we want it”

wonbin whispered in your ear

“we can go slow and if it’s too much we’ll stop, but I bet you gonna love it”

and you wanted it. wanted to feel everything. wanted to belong to both of them. wanted to get fucked until you forgot your own name.

“then do it” you moaned. “make me yours.”

you climbed onto anton’s lap, your legs spread on each side of his hips. his hands gripped your waist firmly as his glans already brushed against your entrance, hot and throbbing.

“look at me” he requested, his voice hoarse. “i want to see your face while you sit on my cock”

you settled your hips slowly, moaning loudly as you felt his member fill you. it was thick, hot, perfect. your whole body vibrated. you moved slowly, getting used to it, while anton’s fingers squeezed your skin.

“that’s it, fucking ride me, princess…” he guided your hips with his hands, moaning along.

while riding anton, you felt wonbin’s hands holding you from behind, clearing the way, applying more improvised lubricant with his fingers. he kissed your back and neck, a mix of tenderness and lust.

“ready for me too?” he asked, his voice deeper than usual.

you nodded, between moans.

“go… just take it slow, please”

wonbin aligned his glans at your back entrance, pressing very slowly. the initial relief of anton’s penetration soon gave way to a new kind of stretch, more intense, slower, deeper.

you threw your head back with a muffled moan. anton kissed you immediately, holding your face.

“are you okay? it’s slow enough?”

“yes… it’s good…so fucking good” you gasped, eyes half-closed. “keep going”

wonbin went carefully, entering little by little, feeling you open for him centimeter by centimeter until he was fully inside.

you were completely full.

“fuck…” wonbin moaned low, biting your shoulder. “you’re perfect like this.”

“fuck, y/n,” anton panted. “you can handle both of us like this? this is…”

“intense,” you moaned. “but i’m loving it, i’m loving having you both”

the movements started slow. you moved up and down on anton’s lap while wonbin pushed slowly from behind, alternating rhythms, touches, moans. the couch creaked under the weight of the three bodies, sweat dripping down backs, the sounds indecent and delicious.

anton held your waist, guiding you firmly.

“come on princess, ride this fucking cock”

wonbin bit your neck, fingers squeezing your waist.

“you feel us both? are you getting fucked properly, baby?”

you moaned loudly, legs trembling.

“yes… yes… fuck… keep going…”

the pace quickened. anton thrust harder from below, hips snapping against yours. wonbin followed, now more confident in his movements. the pleasure was so intense you could barely breathe.

“i’m… i’m close…” you warned, gasping.

anton reached his hand to your clit and started rubbing fast.

“come for us, show us how it feels to be fucked by your best friends”

it was like an internal collapse. your whole body froze, then the explosion came. you came screaming, trembling between them, feeling every muscle contract, the world spinning, your vision almost blurring.

anton moaned loudly as he came inside you soon after, pulling you to his chest.

wonbin gripped your waist tightly, sped up a few more thrusts and moaned hoarsely as he came too, filling you completely from behind.

the three of you stayed there, panting, sweaty, pressed together.

you leaned on anton’s chest, your heart pounding, feeling the heat of both their bodies against yours.

wonbin kissed your back, tenderly.

“we’re going to do this many more times… right?”

you laughed, breathless but satisfied.

“definitely.”

[date-everything-has-taken-over]

Hi hi hiii I wasnwondering if u could do a fic thing where reader is basically dating most dateables n one day they (the reader) basically ends up feeling extremely sick from not taling care of theirself properly, running around to fix stuff, starting a new part-time job, going out with new friends. Could some of the characters included be dorian, eddie & volt, hector and whoever else? Pls and thank uu!!

Gonna add Barry and Betty because I think they'd fit in very well with this case (And they're my babygirls)

Dorian🚪

● One of the first to notice something was off

●After losing your job at Valdivian, you had gotten two part-time jobs to make up for it, and it was beginning to take its toll

●He was the kne to see you before you walked through the front Dorian. Before you would take a deep breath and put on your best, "everything's okay" face

●He'd try his best to convince you to give yourself a break and get some well needed rest, but you kept reassuring him you'd be fine

●Well, he was right. After one too many overtime shifts combined with coming home to help everyone with their problems resulting in many sleepless nights, you come home and practically collapsed in the front hallway

●"Right, that's it. You're taking a couple days off work and resting"

●Unfortunately, he's still the front door, so he can't take you to bed himself, but bedroom Dorian will take things from there

●If you thought he was like a bouncer before, you haven't seen anything yet.

●A dateable wants to see you. "Are you on the list?" "What do you need with them?" "You're not gonna cause a fuss are ya?"

●He even contemplates moving the hanks downstairs. Sure, they're usually in your room, but they're so loud. He gives them a stern warning (which scares them just a bit) and let's them stay

●He makes sure the house is safe and that your room is the pinical of peace

●"Autherized personal only" Dorian blocks anyone trying to get in, but especially the more rowdy members of the house

●"Darling, you never believe what I heard about Hoove!" Scandalabra tries yelling through Dorian, which was followed by a suspicious thud (I'm sure it's nothing to worry abt)

●Until he sees you're 100% better, Dorian doesn't let you out of his sight (not that he does that anyway). Going to the kitchen for chicken soup? He's got an eye on you just in case

●When you actually do recover, he's making sure you don't get yourself in the same issue and makes you promise not to push yourself

●"It's not just my job to keep you safe from the outside world, love." He holds you close to him, enveloping you in a warm hug. "I will always be there to keep you safe from all danger"

●Even after you're better and going back to work, he's checking on you every chance he gets, reminding you to eat and sleep at a reasonable time

●He may not woo with words as much as other dateables, but he shows how much he loves you every day by being a safe and reliable presence for you

Eddie & Volt⚡️

●Work was short-staffed, and with it being busy season, you were picking up extra shifts almost every day

● They know overworked when they see it, so when you show up to the club, noticeably tired, they clock you right away

●Volt takes a seat next to you, placing his lips on the side of you head

"You know we're always happy to see you, live wire-"

Eddie cuts him off

"-But you look dead tired, go to bed"

● Volt chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap

"Our live wire doesn't need to leave to rest, do they?" He brings you closer. "You can relax right here, live wire"

●After that night, Eddie stopped letting you help out around the club

"Don't worry about it, alright? You look like you're about to fall over anyway"

●Eddie acts tough, but he's checking on you and bringing you water every time you visit the Breaker Box after work

●When everything catches up to you and you actually do end up getting sick enough to take a couple of days off work while stuck in bed, they're both worried (and a little pissed)

●They've seen you running around the house helping everyone, fixing things around the house, settling arguments between other members of the house so they have a pretty good idea of how you ended up like this

●They check on you every day to make sure you're doing alright

●If you're not awake when they come by, you'll wake up to find a glass of water, Nyquill, and a note

'Rest well, live wire -E&V

●After a couple of days of bedrest, you return to the club, and they're happy to see you doing well

●They've both accepted you're too nice to say no to helping everyone in the house, so how do they remedy this?

●By practically keeping you hostage in the club for the next couple of days (Can't get exhausted again if they just keep you at the Breaker Box)

●Eddie still refuses to let you help out even if you insist

"And you get on me for not taking a break," he sets a glass in front of you. "Little hypocritical, don't ya think?"

●He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head, keeping close for a moment before going to the back to do maintenance

●They may be busy running the club, but never too busy for you, and they make sure to remind you

Hector💨

●Also, very quick to notice

●He was very worried when he noticed how much slower you seemed lately

●Asks how you're doing multiple times a day. Never believes you when you say you're fine but he doesn't wanna push it and upset you

●Fully panics when he sees you collapse after walking through front Dorian

●The temperature spikes for a moment until he calms down

●He doesn't leave your side for a moment

●Takes extra care to keep the temperature at a comfortable level for you

●You don't even have to say anything. Ate you pulling the blanket closer to you? Heat up. Are you kicking away the sheets? Air on.

●He so badly wants to be there with you. To hold you and comfort you. But he's still terrified to leave the vents

●He's slightly soothed knowing Betty is taking very good care of you (but also kinda jealous)

●In the middle of the night, when he's sure everyone is asleep, he sits beside your bed, watching as your breath rises and falls

● He brushes your hair aside, admiring your beautiful face (even though it's sick and sweaty, he doesn't care)

●Before leaving, he gives your forehead a kiss. "Feel better soon, my love."

● If someone tried disturbing you or kept you awake, he'd turn the heat up in the room they're in to be petty

●When you're well enough to get out of bed, he's overcome with both joy and anxiety

●Joy because you're well enough to see him in the attic now. He can hold you again (and you can watch him turn bright red as you kiss his face)

● But anxious because, what if this happens again? What if the human keeps pushing themselves? What if it's WORSE next time?!

●He begs you to slow down and not push yourself too hard. To give yourself more free time and rest more often

●The look he gives you is like a kicked puppy, and you just can't help but hold him close and promise to take care of yourself better

●He clings to you for a bit before you leave the attic to go to bed "Rest well, my love."

● When you finally go back to work, he anxiously waits for your return, watching Timmy just a little too closely

●When you finally return, he observes your every move to see if you look tired or overwhelmed

●If not, good. But if you look any kind of distressed, he's whisking you away to the attic to cuddle, then practically dragging you to bed at the end of the day

●You're honestly a little surprised since he's normally not this bold face-to-face

●Even long after recovery, it becomes a new routine. If you come home tired, he's attaching himself to you koala style

Barry💄

● Well, technically, he noticed pretty quickly when he'd see you so exhausted every morning, buuuuut then he forgot and would notice all over again each morning

●Feels terrible when you come home sick and remain bedridden for days

●He's almost too nervous to visit you, scared you'd be mad at him

●"Are you feeling alright, darling?" He peeks into your room, "Anything I can do to help?"

●When you tell him you'd just like to hear his voice and that you love it when he goes on little rants about whatever he's obsessed with at the moment, his whole face turns red

●"Oh! W-well, that's, um, very n-nice, darling." He laughs nervously. He takes a moment to compose himself. "I 'm-I'm glad you enjoy hearing me talk. I'm happy to keep you company, darling."

●Since you're stuck in bed with nothing to do, Baeey is happy to keep you company while you recover

● He'll talk about just about anything that interests him at the time. Makeup, toucans, history, lions, movies. He's also happy to listen if you have anything to yap about

● If you're not able to shower, he'll brush your hair so it doesn't get too knotted while you're sick, taking care to be extra gentle.

●It's so soothing you send up falling asleep. He brings the covers over your body and turns the lights off, letting you sleep peacefully

●Before leaving, he leans down to kiss your cheek "Goodnight, darling."

● You may or may not have woken up with a lipstick smudge on your cheek, but you certainly didn't mind

●When you're feeling better, Barry helps you through your post-sick self-care routine. Warm bath, skin care, hair care

●Helps you with your bath so you don't fall asleep, definitely not because he wants to rub your soapy body noooo definitely not

Betty🛌

●She noticed right away. You've barely been sleeping and even when you do, you toss and turn all night.

●She tries to get you to come to bed early, but you're busy helping around the house. Then she tried getting you to sleep in, but you got called into work early.

●This repeated a couple of times until you stumbled into your room and fell onto her.

●She's happy to be able to spend so much time with you, but she wishes it weren't under such conditions.

●She holds you close, your head just under her chin and your face against her chest (awooga). She's somehow the perfect temperature for when you're cold or overheating.

●She'll gently stroke your head and hum softly until you fall asleep.

● When you wake up, she looks down at you and brings a hand to your cheek. "Good morning, lover." She presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'm afraid I can't let you go anywhere until I'm sure you're better." Her gentle voice makes it seem like a joke, but you know she's serious.

● You wouldn't have thought to leave anyway, you could barely move, and your whole body felt achy but more importly Betty was just so damn sweet and comfortable.

●Ngl it's mostly sleeping and cuddleng with you and occasanaly getting food

●When you finally felt better, she convinced you to take an extra rest day with her "just in case"

Sorry, Betty's is so short! I couldn't think of much for her

[gaintsnowflake]

❆ ONE LAST KISS

PAIRING : jason todd x gn!reader

ONESHOT : he appeared at your doorstep, broken and tattered, just like he use to

A/N : hurt with LITTLE comfort. mainly hurt tho. just like my heart writing it because how does one capture the yearning of this brooding man??

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      WORDS lose their meaning as you as he stood in front of you, suit tattered, mask off, face bloodied and bruised. Months of silence broken. Anger and hatred were both things you told yourself you felt for him before, yet as his breath trembles nothing but concern attaches itself to your body. 

      “Hey,” the quiver of his voice reminded you of who he really is. A broken boy who’s lost too much. 

      “Please don’t tell me that’s your blood.”

      His silence was all you needed to pull him into your small apartment. Closing the door behind him as he stumbled to the couch. He hadn’t looked much different than a newborn animal as he huffed, something that was never meant to fight in these wars.

     Months had passed and yet not a thing seemingly changed in your moth-eaten apartment. The same grungy walls that peeled away everytime the two of you argued. The same mangy couch you watched him read on every night. The timeworn coffee table you would sit every time he came home like this. Broken just beyond repair. The same coffee table you’d sit now, for the first time in months, staring into his drained eyes. 

    “Where’s the worst?” Your voice was softer than it needed to be, as if he’d break if you spoke too loosely.

    “My side,” he groaned as he shifted to show you a large gash, it was ugly. Deep. Something personal.

    His labored breathing and soft groans is what brings you back from staring at his side. Only for you to reach under the table, your dusty medical kit there from all those months ago, waiting for his ghost to appear on night like this. You don’t even need to ask for him to remove his armoured top, for when you look back up at him it's the same shirtless body you use to sleep atop of. Just with a few new scars and bruises, new stories he used to tell. 

     “Why didn’t you go home? Alfred could have done better than me… hell even Bruce could have,” your voice still quiet as you lean in to disinfect the area around the wound, your hands moving as his body wasn’t a distant memory. Not caring to be too gentle, you pressed harder, causing him to curse and flinch. “Sorry.”

     “No you’re not.” 

     “No, I’m not.”

     Silence, a familiar one, consumed the two of you as you began to stitch his deep wounds. Threading moving in and out of his thick skin. You leaned onto his chest just enough you can feel the pitters of his heart. Still there, still strong, still him. The pattern a reminder of all the times you’d kiss his wounds better, of all the times you found yourself curled next to him shielding him from his demons. With every hiss you remind yourself that throughout all the pain he caused you at the end of it all, he was still the same man you met all those years ago. 

     And despite it all, he watched you the whole time. Those eyes— cobalt and crushed— soft the way only a soldier’s could be. Like you were something sacred.

     When you finished the last stitch, you placed a cool rag overtop them moving to a tiny cut on his chin. Leaning further as you tilted his head. His breath warmed against your hand as you disinfected it.

     “You have a lot of nerve coming here, you know?” You attempted to hold an angry glare, yet his eyes were so broken, you couldn’t piece together enough anger in you.

     “I’m sorry, I just… it was instinct.” The whine in his voice was all you needed to hear.

     “Jay- Jason. I know you’re sorry. But that doesn’t change how it ended. That doesn’t change that we agreed to not talk. It doesn’t change it,” your breath hallowed as you moved his chin upward, for him to truly look into the depths of your eyes. “As much as you need it too.”

     “One last kiss,” His hand finally reached up to hold yours. “Please.”

     You shook your head, before dipping forward to kiss the cut on his chin. When you pulled away all you could see was the pleading eyes, before placing your lips on his. 

     It felt familiar. It felt like home. His whine as you pushed your tongue just barely over his capped upper lip was more heartwarming than you could remember. Before you could feel that time slowing feeling and your heart in your throat, you forced yourself to pull away. Before you were too far gone.

     It took you a few moments to open your eyes, moving your body away. Throwing a bloody rag at him, closing the first aid. Feeling the ache of his eyes on your being as you walked away. 

    “You can stay the night,” you whispered, not daring to look back, knowing his yearns would break every ounce of discipline in your body, “But this is the last time Jason. I mean it. Next time I won’t open the door.”

     This time, you walked away from him. For the first and last time, you walked away first.

     By the time you woke up, the towel and spare blanket was left perfectly folded on that neglected coffee table. Along with a note, only displaying the words “THANK YOU.”

[mona-risms]

Perchance…Mira with a gn!reader where reader is someone who is famous/if not more famous than huntrix, but they work in a different industry, like acting. (I looove her so much, it’s a tie between who is my favorite between the girls rn..)

◆ MAIN COURSE: Mira x famous actor!gn!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: Like. A single tiny mention of the making of intimacy scenes in movies

◆ NOTES: I love them all so much too IT'S SO HARD TO DECIDE WHEN THEY'RE ALL SO SILLY

Oh this is so cute insert that one track that plays with Rujinu meeting that's funny asf 😭

No one would even actually guess that the two of you were actually dating, especially considering idols mostly get matched up with other idols. Even more so during the middle of the movie, where Romirabby was RIFE in the shipping legion

I'd like to think that usually she doesn't really care otherwise, but when it comes to you she actually wants to keep things secret. The two of you both know full well just how fame kinda takes privacy away from the two of you—she just wants to go on dates w you without getting pissed tf off by of the amount of people that'd inevitably swarm the both of you

That DOES obv mean the two of you end up witnessing the multiple speculations in ships that Mira and maybe you too have

"Ro..mi..rabby?" You sounded out in amusement as you lowered your phone just to look down at your girlfriend, who was scrolling through her own phone while nestled into your side, "Sounds.. creative."

Mira snorted, and you could tell she rolled her eyes even if you couldn't see her face, "Sounds like a disease. Like rabies."

"Aww, don't be like that," you dropped your phone on the side of the bed to fully wrap your arms around her, pressing a kiss on the top of her head before watching her screen, "they seem nice."

"Right. 'Nice'."

"And your hair colours match! Like a pink poly trio. K-Pop news of the century."

"Are you seriously shipping your own girlfriend with two other people?"

"I mean.. the guy with the abs definitely seems like your type."

Mira turns her phone off before squirming to turn and look up at you, "You're my type."

A large grin stretched your lips, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." And she crawls up to press a kiss square on the lips, lingering long enough for you to draw random circles on her hips as her hand went up to lightly cup your cheek. When the two of you eventually pull away, she leans her forehead onto yours before murmuring against your lips, "So stop looking at them. And stop ego-feasting—you get that enough as is."

"Boo."

It'd definitely be mind-boggling for her, that she's managed to bag someone like you. Not just bc of your fame—she understands VERY well how it can eat at your time, but you two make it work frfr—but bc even with HUNTR/X, it's crazy to think that there's someone like you that makes her feel like she's home by just existing

The two of you would def be each other's hypeman trust. Like you support her with her idol stuff, and you'll have her binging every single thing you've acted on; she's gonna tease the living shit out of you if you've ever said/done smth embarrassing for a script, but she does it out of love trust. She'd also come watch you on-set too!! And make fun of you LMAO but it makes things much more fun. OH and since she knows how to choreograph, even as a dancer, it's still useful when it comes to shit like fight scenes for example. And with her experience as a Hunter fighter, it's genuinely really helpful

In a relationship with Mira, especially when you're someone famous, I think there's that cemented understanding that the both of you have your own lives and you're gonna be doing different things. You hang out with each other when you can, and you ALWAYS come home to each other in the end, but time can be sparse. So you two would often do whatever you can to stay connected—calling, texting, gifting, the works

This would prob be especially the case when it comes to you, considering you're an actor in this scenario. You'd be playing different characters and different scenes, and some scenes would be.. Something. Kiss scenes, intimate scenes, that kind of stuff. She's protective, hell yes she is, but she also knows that this is something you do in your job anyway 🤷‍♀️ to compromise, her request is that if you ever do an intimacy scene (which honestly the ideal case is to just lessen the amount you'd have to do, best case you do none at all), you let her know so that she can carve out time to watch you film and make sure that all the proper procedures are taken (intimacy coordinators doing their jobs, camerawork, etc). Unless you two have revealed your relationship, they'd just think you two are besties and she's protective of her bestie

HUNTR/X would be your biggest supporters. We know Zoey is an all-time fangirl of all things right. Like she is THE rep for us all. So her finding out that Mira's been dating this WORLDWIDE FAMOUS ACTOR THIS ENTIRE TIME ARE YOU JOKING???? AND SHE DIDN'T THINK TO SAY ANYTHING?!??!?!?! This girl would be freaking out, sobbing, asking for an autograph, EVERYTHING. Rumi's calmer, and would most likely be more impressed at the fact that you two kept it quiet, IF you keep your relationship a secret from them too at first (probably just at first when Mira's got no clue if it'll last or not, then she'd probably say something bc hellooooo they're HER FAMILY!!!!!!) BUT she's still sososo happy anyway and will also tease Mira to DEATH about it

Apart feom all that though? I don't think your dynamic would be any different to if somehow you two weren't famous whatsoever. She doesn't care about your fame!!! She genuinely just loves you and wants to support you as much as she can, not in the way a fan would with an idol or someone famous, but in the way that someone who loves someone so deeply would support her beloved. After being discarded and not loved in that way for most of her life, she refuses to let this relationship sour via treating it the same way her family treated her when it came to affection :(

[pheastinyworld]

winning gold ❀•°•───────•

request: what do gabe and his gf do to celebrate after world juniors 😘

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: none i think, get's the TINIEST bit suggestive at the end?

author's note: "em, thank you for the photo to the right + helping phe with writing details" we again say to @perre4ult . also, nonnie, im so sorry but it took a kinda different turn in terms of "celebrating" cause i really didn't want to repeat the new years piece, there's more fluff at the start to make up for it.

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you had just gone out to grab something to eat with liliane, wanting to give gabe space to have his pre-game nap. letting the time get away, you realized it was time to get back and get ready for the game. the game. the final against finland. 

you were about to head over to ryan’s girlfriend’s room, having plans to get ready with her and some of the other girls, but you remembered that you had left your makeup bag in gabe’s room. he had insisted on keeping it with his luggage because you couldn’t fit it in your suitcase. but you had forgotten to take it back before leaving, despite mentally reminding yourself several times. 

standing outside the hotel room, feeling guilty and wondering if you should just ask to borrow somebody else’s makeup products, you dug out the spare key gabe had given you from your bag. 

sighing, you unlocked the door and pushed your way in, trying to be as quiet as possible. gabe was sharing a room with both ryan and james, so you knew that making any noise would not only disturb your boyfriend but two of gabe’s teammates. and you definitely did not want them playing poorly because of you. 

you had to hold your hand over your mouth just not to laugh when your eyes were met with the three boston college linemates, all of their beds pushed together, mouths open, faces buried into their pillows. 

after you quickly pulled out your phone to snap a silent picture of them, you moved swiftly to one of gabe’s duffle bags, which, just your luck, had to be right at the edge of his bed. you made light steps towards the bag and kneeled down.

the zip made a loud noise when you pulled it and you scrunched up your face, peeking up to cheek if they were all still asleep. to your relief, all three of them were cold out. once you finally found your makeup bag after searching through stacks of gabe’s clothes, you closed the zipper again. 

you quickly peered back up to get one last look at your boyfriend before you’d see him on the ice, but your heart absolutely drops. you're met with his smile facing you, eyes wide open, grinning when you slap your hand over your mouth, surprised at how close he suddenly was and definitely not expecting him to be awake.

“fuck, gabe, you scared the shit out of me.” your hand moved down to your chest as if you were gripping at your racing heart, trying to calm it down.

gabe chuckled, pulling his hand out from under the comforter to brush some of the hair out of your face. you shuffled closer to the edge of the bed on your knees. he’d obviously moved there while you were busy searching for your stuff.

“sorry.” he whispered, taking a look behind him to see his teammates still fast asleep and turning back to look at you. 

you tilted your face to the side until it lined up with his, which was still resting on the pillow, his cheeks warm and rosy from sleep, his scruffed-up hair making him look even more boyish than usual. you felt like your heart was slowing, easing its fast paced beating just at the sight of him; his face full of love that made you feel all giddy inside. 

“had to get my stuff, sorry for interrupting your cuddling sesh.” you whispered, trying not to laugh and wake the other two boys up.

“don’t get jealous on me baby, you know you’re my favorite cuddle buddy.” gabe replied, his voice low to stay quiet, and raspy from sleep.

you rolled your eyes before running your finger against his cheek and his eyes gently shut in response. you leaned down to place a fleeting kiss onto his lips. “good luck today. i’ll be so proud of you whatever happens, just so you know,” you mumbled against him before pulling away. 

gabe smiled softly, a low hum escaping his throat as his eyes fluttered open, then slowly blinked shut again. you loved when you caught him like this. that sort of of sleepy state where his voice ran deep and he blinked slowly in that kind of lazy, content way that made it clear he was already slipping back toward sleep.

you heard him whisper a “thank you,” eyes already shut. you placed another kiss onto his cheek before getting up again, tip-toeing your way out of the hotel room and shutting the door as lightly as possible. 

after getting ready and hanging out with some of the girls, you all made your way to the lobby where you met up with gabe’s family before heading to the arena. 

from the moment you stepped inside, the energy was electric. before the game had even started, the noise was louder than you had ever heard for a hockey game. the chants, the excitement and fire temper that people omitted during a gold medal game. 

looking around, your stomach twisted slightly. you loved going to all of gabe’s hockey games, but you seriously hated how nervous you would get. being at a stadium with so much weight on one game was a type of anxiety that you both loved and hated. 

you spotted signs mocking ryan’s nose; ryan’s girlfriend scowled, her nose scrunching up as you rolled your eyes. some fans had drawn cartoons of him, making him look ridiculous, and people were yelling things like “let’s go finland, let’s go!” louder than you thought was possible. you knew how fierce the usa-canada rivalry is; you had seen it first hand when usa versed canada. you realized fast that almost no one was on team usa’s side, apart from the handful of fans who crossed the border. 

by the time the first period started, the stadium was filled with boos. the whole arena felt stacked against them, and you begin to tug on your scarf. the game was back and forth, every second felt like your heart was being pulled in opposite directions; at moments it was dropping and at others it was pounding excitedly. finland got the first goal in, but james scrambled to get the puck into the goal minutes later.

second period and two goals for both teams. you were literally sweating through your jersey. 

“oh darling, you look like you’re going to pass out.” gabe’s mom rubbed your back, chuckling at you but you could tell she was keeping her own nerves at bay, probably used to the stress. “do you want some water? i brought spares.”

you still couldn't believe how welcoming gabe’s entire family was to you. you would have totally understood if they were closed off and sceptical; a hockey family wanting to protect their youngest boy. but they were instantly so nice, even laughing at you when you asked if they would rather you sit with some other girlfriends and not in the family section with them. 

“yes please, thank you.” you responded politely.

when overtime hit, you thought you might actually pass out from nerves. zeev had a chance off gabe’s pass, for half a second you thought it was over, the gold was theirs, but no goal happened. 

“they're playing well. he's doing good.” gabe’s dad said to no one in particular, more to himself than enyone.

and then it happened.

about ten minutes into overtime, ryan got the puck on his stick. you barely remember breathing. it was all a blur: the quick pass to teddy, the breakaway, the way the puck slammed into the back of the net. 

“OH MY GOD!” you remember liliane screamed in your ear all hugh pitched, grasping at your arm when everyone bounced onto their feet. 

the noise was deafening, usa fans screaming, the boys were leaping over the boards, gloves flying, helmets tossed. you were hugging anyone in sight, family members who were just as overwhelmed and giddy as you.

when the medals came out, you couldn’t stop smiling that the tops of your cheeks were aching. after ryan ran to the team with the trophy, gabe managed to get a hold of it first and skated around, holding it up proudly.  

there he was; your boy, sweaty, hair damp, smiling wide and with a gold medal shining around his neck.

“i told you already, i can see your eyeballs forming into gabe shaped eyes, its worse than before.” liliane giggled at you, swatting your arm playfully with her spare hand, the other holding up her phone to record her baby brother.

you all knew that leaving the arena was going to be something else; you were decked out head-to-toe in red, white, and blue. there was sure to be angry finnish and canadian fans filling the halls, so family members slowly made their way out. you would be waiting even longer than after most games for sure, so there was no rush.

you took an uber back with gabe’s family to meet up with everyone in the hotel lobby, waiting excitedly for the team to arrive. his mom kept checking for gabe's updates on how close the team bus was and his dad and brothers were quickly getting drinks from the bar, already preparing to celebrate. 

absolutely exhausted from the sheer excitement and energy, you and liliane sat on the carpeted floor, leaning against each other as you both shared videos you had just captured. 

but the second the boys walked in? the whole place erupted. clapping, cheering, people whistling and yelling their names. it was absolute chaos as the boys shouted and cheered, jumping up and down with the lingering adrenaline. both you and liliane jumped to your feet, laughing as everyone cheered. 

you spotted gabe right away, still wearing his jersey, medal swinging on his chest, and that goofy grin that made your heart melt every time. all the boys rushed toward their families and gabe was engulfed by a warm hug from his parents once he made his way over, his siblings giving him bear hugs each. you barely had time to react before he was in front of you, pulling you into him, his arms tight around your waist.

you leaned back just enough to smirk at him. “your neck is all sticky. did they dump champagne on you or something?”

he laughed, the sound warm and a little tired, his cheeks still pink. you seriously loved how his cheeks went pink at absolutely anything; actually you were a bit jealous he had a natural blush and you didn't. “maybe a little,” he said leaning in like he was about to nuzzle you anyway.

you’re boyfriend had just won gold; he was grinning like a kid, breathless and gripping your sides just to ground the giddy feeling that hadn't left his chest since lifting up the trophy. 

you just smiled back at him and wiped at the damp spot on his neck with your sleeve. “do you know how proud i am of you?”

gabe grinned, leaning down to peck your cheek before whispering into your ear, “yeah, but it couldn’t hurt to show me later.” now your cheeks were flushing red and gabe chuckled, kissing your other cheek before continuing, “we can slip away later.”

[puddinqcup]

bedroom eyes

pairing: betty x reader [reader has female genitalia]

cw: smut, tribing, shitty writing, if i missed anything lmk pls! SPOILERS if you haven’t finished with betty

a/n: who would’ve thought date everything would get me out of a huge writing slump 😵‍💫 was looking for smut of my mattress wife but there was NOTHING so i took matters into my own hands. hope you all enjoy, if im able to i do plan to write for more of the characters. wrote it on my phone too and request are welcome 🥳

after talking to everyone in the house you head upset to your bedroom, on your bed you see betty laying down with her eyes closed. she looks so comfortable and pretty it makes you blush.

“hey, lover” betty opens her eyes and holds her arms out towards you “come join me.”

you fall into her arms sinking into her soft chest while she holds you. “you’re so comfortable, you always help me get the best sleep possible.” you shyly look up to her beautiful eyes looking at you lovingly. she lets out a giggle and compliments how cute you look when you’re blushing.

betty feels the same way, before she confessed to you she couldn’t sleep at all. she wanted to tell you her feelings the day you laid down on her but she was worried you wouldn’t feel the same way, once you told her you felt the same way betty was over the moon. you two sleep together every night (you have no choice really) holding each other warmly and giving kisses all over each others face, and of course, betty loved to flirt with you.

“you’re comfortable down there?” betty asks while you deepen your face in her soft chest. you start to speak “how can i not be? other than actually being my bed you make me feel so comfortable.”

now it’s betty’s turn to blush, she loves how you make her feel. you make her feel adored and loved and needed, not like when she was in the warehouse doing nothing. “i feel the same way about you, you’re so sweet. i can’t get enough of you.” you look up at her again and she’s looking right back at you with that soft smile you fell for.

betty starts to sit up on the bed and lifts you up to straddle her thigh, she leans in and gives you a kiss on your cheek, then nose, and finally your lips. you’ve kissed her plenty of times already but no matter how many times you kiss her you feel such a warmth in your chest and stomach, and somewhere else too; and she knows it. betty places her hands on your hip and starts slowly rocking your hips back and forth against her. you let out a small moan in her mouth, your body is heating up, you start moving your hips on your own focusing on the way she flexes her thigh and moves it a tiny bit to make you feel the pleasure she knows you’re always looking for when you guys get horny.

she takes off your shirt and takes off her corset and top. your lips meet again, this time her tongue is sliding in your mouth making you moan into the kiss again. she pulls away and starts kissing down your chest while slipping her fingers on both sides of your waistband pulling them down. you remove the rest of your pants as she begins to remove her bottoms.

“i want you to take everything off, lover” betty looks at you with her seductive eyes watching as you slip your last article of clothing off. betty does the same, maintaining eye contact with you making you blush and look away under her gaze.

betty lets out a soft laugh, “no need to be shy, you’re so perfect.” betty lays down on the bed again not letting go of you, you slowly feel her pussy getting closer to yours as she moves you higher to meet her. she places you closer, you can’t help but give a slight jolt from how warm your pussy together feels. she starts moving your hips, “don’t be scared, you can move. make yourself feel good on me.”

you waste no time and start to move your hips faster, her grip tightens. she loves feeling you this close to her, feeling how wet you are just for her gives her the same pleasure. betty loves knowing she gets you like this, “look at you, look at how beautiful you look when you get like this.” you moan louder, loving the praise she gives you.

you feel your high coming soon, you keep rocking your hips, clit rubbing against hers. betty lets out a moan “fuck, keep going”

you go faster reaching your high, betty wants to make sure you cum first before she does and starts playing with your chest. the pleasure is too much, your stomach tighten and your legs getting weak you let out a breathy sigh.

“we’re not done yet, you’re not the only one cumming today” betty looks at you teasingly and grabs your hips again causing you to give a little jolt from the sensitivity. not wanting to disappoint you let her use your body to reach her climax and you try your best to rock your hips just for her. she loves how you’re still trying to please her, you grab her boobs this time; they barely fit into your hands and you love it. you pinch her nipples rolling them with your fingertips. betty lets out moan after moan, getting higher and louder as she feels herself getting closer. she moves you back and forth a few more times until her movements start staggering “oh my, fuck” betty starts but can’t finish her sentence, she looks down at you laying on chest trying to catch your breath with her tired eyes and she smiles “that felt so good.”

too tired to get up you both fell asleep naked, cuddling, and with a small smile on both of your faces.

end.

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[mr-tony-stark]

Steve studies Bucky closely as he speaks, his eyes flicking over the brunet’s features, reading each and every microexpression.  It’s hard to know for sure.  But really has closed up about it, but given how Tony had been around him since this morning’s breakfast, he’s starting to think there’s more going on than either of them care to admit.

It does worry Steve.  He loves Tony, but there was no denying he both ‘had a reputation’ and he tended to push the people he cared about away.  Even Rhodey and Pepper would attest to that.  Paired with how fragile Bucky was right now, it seemed inevitable that shit was going to go wrong.  Especially when paired with the dark tangled history they shared with each other.

But they were also adults, and Steve wasn’t either of their father’s, even if Tony did seem to like to act like a bratty teenager around him a lot of the time.  All Steve could do was make sure they both knew they had a safe place to land if it didn’t work out.

He moved to the side of the bed and pulled up a chair.  “Can I ask you something,” he said softly.  “No judgement.  I promise, I’m not going to react like I did this morning.  I know you said it was casual and the two of you are just hooking up, but do you think maybe you have feelings for him?” 

Bucky smiles at Tony, it’s fragile but there’s a hint to his usual charm when he feels his hand sliding down his arm, “you’re a godsend Tony, thank you,” he murmurs, catching his hand to squeeze it lightly before letting him go.

He was just starting to eat one of his crackers when Steve comes in, smiling weakly, “I’m alright, a little..groggy but mostly fine, and the new arm is…Steve it’s great, I didn’t…I can feel with it now, actually feel, I hadn’t been expecting that,” he admits happily, holding out his hand and flexing it to show Steve.

He goes quiet when Steve mentions before, what had happened at breakfast. He wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about it, honestly he would rather forget it had happened, he was still struggling not to panic but he takes a sip of his juice and stays calm. He pats the empty spot on the bed where Steve could come and sit down and he takes a slow breath.

“It’s alright Stevie. I let you down..even if I didn’t mean to, I did. And you don’t approve, I don’t expect to change your mind about it I was just…not expecting some of the things you said,” he admits quietly, looking down at his crackers. He doesn’t know why but his mind is hung up on ‘voucher and a ride, voucher and a ride’ as if he too meant nothing. That’s not true, right? He meant something…Tony made him feel like he was important but…but maybe he did that with all his hookups? He doesn’t like thinking that way, it didn’t feel like it matched the Tony he knew and spent time with, to pretend that he mattered, but his internal fears weren’t exactly rational.

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LH-43 Lakehouse Fights, or Flights?

Pairing: Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Angst, fluff. Masterlist: here. Summary: After years of butting heads in college. You become best friends with Luke's older brother. His feelings only changed when he saw you with your boyfriend (ex now). Requests are open!

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Present. 

You were excited to spend the summer with your friend Jack and his family. The lakehouse he stayed at was fairly big, enough for the few of you who were staying. 

The downside? Jack had gotten you plane tickets, but your flight got in before his. He had some media training he needed to do after a mild scandal. You were freezing in the cold outside of the airport as you texted Jack frantically asking for the address of the house. 

When you got no response, you decided to bite your pride and call Luke. You and Luke went to college together, you hated each other. Well you didn’t hate him, but he hated you. And you felt like a loser when people could tell the hate was one-sided. 

You don’t really know how it started, maybe it was when you accidentally finished the keg at the frat you used to visit as a group. Maybe it was when you forgot you unlocked your door for him and Mark. Granted that was more of your roommate's fault, than yours. No, it had to be the night of the end-of-the-season party. 

Five Years Ago. 

You were in the bathroom of Ethan’s house. Upstairs it was quiet, with faint music. Everyone had left or went downstairs. Leaving you to stare at your phone in shock. Luke had been drafted, and he didn’t tell you. 

You weren’t friends, but he was in your friend group. He used to drive you from your classes to your apartment when your car would break down. 

You really shouldn’t have been so offended he didn’t tell you. Maybe he just wanted to keep it a secret. But the alcohol was flooding your mind. So when Luke opened the door to the bathroom, your brain couldn’t catch up with your mind. 

Luke watched as you stared at him with watery eyes. “You got drafted?” You asked quietly. Luke froze in place, he felt sick. He wanted to wait until it was a good time to tell his friends. 

Mark who was behind him stared at him incredulously. “Dude, why didn’t you tell us?” Mark asked, hurting, lacing his voice. Luke was frozen between your watery eyes, and Mark’s pained face. He wanted just one night before everything changed. 

Luke was under so much pressure to perform like his two brothers. He was so angry at you, and you didn’t even know you had done anything wrong. 

Luke brushed past Mark, storming downstairs. You got a look as you ran to follow him. “Luke?” You called brushing past a few of your friends to find him outside. You opened the screen door and saw how he kicked over a potted plant. 

He turned back to you with a pissed expression, “I haven’t told any of them!” Luke yelled at you as you walked closer to him. “I didn’t-” You started but he held up a hand to you. 

“I am under so much pressure, I have to be just like my brothers. I wanted one night!” Luke kept going, keeping his hands in fists by his side. “I’m sorry..” You tried, but your brain couldn’t keep up as the room spun slightly. 

“Are you? This is just like you to be such an attention whore!” the words escaped his lips before he could stop them. You both were in the wrong, you both knew it. But it didn’t stop you from storming back inside. And it didn’t stop him from letting you. A month later he was called to New Jersey.

You saw him through friends during the summer, that was how you and Jack became friends. Luke hated how well you got along with his family. And you hated how much you missed Luke's absence. 

Present. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Luke's BMW pulled up. You stared at him through the window of the car. His hair was shorter, in loose curls that met his ears. He was just as beautiful as he was the last time you had seen him. 

You ignored how dry your throat was when you got in the car. Luke didn’t say anything as he pulled out of the airport parking lot. 

After a few long minutes of silence, he spoke up first. “Are you in town for long?’ Luke asked, eyes on the road. You glanced up from your phone, “Yeah. As long as Jack wants me to stay..” You looked back down at your phone, missing how Luke’s jaw clenched. 

You both didn’t want to fight, especially if you were going to be alone for a few hours. “Hey, can we stop to get some lemon-” You were cut off when Luke spoke up. “I went to the store when I heard you were coming..” Luke said quietly as it embarrassed him to admit. 

You smiled to yourself, it wasn’t much. But it was like a tiny bridge between you both. However, when you woke up the next morning, the bridge had fallen into the water. 

Jack had shaken you until you rolled over. Jack threw a hand over his eyes to see you sleeping shirtless. “Dude, warning!” He yelled at you. “Dude, my room” you mocked him as you held the sheet to your chest. You would’ve been embarrassed if it was anyone other than Jack. You once had to help him shower after hurting his shoulder.

So the boundary between you was a bit more relaxed yet respectful.  Luke had chosen that moment to walk past your room. Scowling at you when he saw you holding the sheet to your chest in front of Jack. It looked all types of wrong.

Downstairs Luke bumped into Trevor, “Woah, where's the fire?” he joked as Luke sent him a moody look.  “Jack just has to take everything..” Luke mumbled bitterly, he was tired and frustrated. Trevor assumed it was the usual brotherly fight. No one had any idea how much it was going to ramp up over the summer. 

You were on the boat with a few of the boy's friends. Quinn was driving the boat while chatting with Trevor and Jack at the front. Mark and Luke stayed by your side. Well, Luke stayed so that Mark would stop flirting with you. It had been only an hour until Mark started to flirt with you.

Unlike Luke’s brothers, or even Trevor.  Mark had his suspicions of Luke’s crush on you. In college, if you were in the crowd. Luke would shoot a goal and swoop around the ice, showing off. But if you and your roommate stayed behind that night. 

Luke was far more focused and less expressive when winning. You turned to Mark, despite him and your old roommate breaking up, you both remained close. 

“Can you get my back?” You asked to pull off your swim cover-up. Mark stood up, “I was going to get a drink, but Lukey here wouldn’t mind,” he said, slapping an arm on Luke’s shoulder. Luke nodded, a slight pink dusting his ears. 

You shrugged it off and tossed him the sunscreen. Luke warmed the sunscreen in his hands before slowly spreading it on your back. His fingers pressed into the muscles, making you relax into his touch.  After a few calming moments, Luke rubbed a spot in your shoulder that had you let out a quiet moan. Luke froze for a moment, letting you know he heard it. He instead kept rubbing the sunscreen into your back. 

You were thankful he didn’t acknowledge it. And he was thankful you couldn’t see him adjust his waistband. When Mark came back, he leaned back against the boat's seat. 

You turned to Luke, “is Trevor single?” You asked shyly. Luke’s head whipped towards you, before seeing the twitch of your lips. “You're a dick…” he mumbled, sipping his drink. 

Everything was good until Jack called across the boat. He called your name, “Are you still with Evan?” He asked. You spat out your drink, coughing hard as Mark patted your back. Since moving to New Jersey, you have started seeing a guy occasionally. 

But you had broken up when he went over to Jack's apartment with you. He pulled you aside in the middle of dinner to start a fight about how apparently Luke was staring at you the whole evening. When you told him he was being ridiculous, Evan stormed out of the room. Leaving Jack to pick up the pieces, and Luke feeling more useless than he ever had before. You turned to Jack, “No, um…he broke up with me a few weeks ago” you told Jack. 

You looked at your drink, almost embarrassed you dated such an asshole. You lay down, kicking your legs by Luke’s lap. Trevor spoke up trying to lighten the mood, “So you're single?” He teased you.  Luke wrapped a hand around your ankle, rubbing slow circles into them. His touch was grounding you if it wasn’t for the fight you had last Christmas. You would’ve thought more about the look he gave you. 

Jack smacked Trevor’s arm, dragging him awake to go wakeboard. “Why? Are you interested Trevor?” You teased him back. Luke dropped his ankle and moved near Quinn who was still driving the boat. I frowned at Luke’s random outbursts. Only this one wasn’t directed at you. 

You were watching a movie with Jack and Trevor. Quinn went out to get groceries. Mark on the other hand was talking with Luke in the kitchen. When you leaned into Trevor’s side. Luke made an excuse to go upstairs. Mark shot you a knowing look, one that made no sense to you. 

At dinner, you accidentally dropped a glass. Jack had mentioned something about a girl Luke had been seeing. Unknown to you, seeing was a stretch. It shattered to the ground. You froze, staring at the shattered glass. You went to get a broom but Quinn got up to clean it before me.  You made an excuse before going into the kitchen. Luke followed behind you. 

“I’m sorry, I know that's Ellen's Christmas gift to you,” You said turning to Luke. “You broke it on purpose, what couldn’t stand not having the spotlight?” Luke snapped at you. You had months since another big fight. 

“I was in an accident! I didn't mean to” You pleaded for him to believe you. “It wasn’t and you know it!” Luke stepped closer. “It was about me and Sofia, wasn’t it?” He questioned getting into your face.  “Your hate for me is pitiful, you're a pitiful man” You snapped at him, not backing down. Luke swallowed hard, “Sophia and I barely dated..” Luke said quietly. Your eyes softened. “Not like it affects me..” You mumbled turning away. 

He softly called your name, “just, look at me?” he pleaded. You turned back to him hesitantly. “I’m being a major dickhead, okay?” Luke looked away. “Yes, you have been..” You said with less malice than before. 

“I don’t know how to go about this. I really like you, and now it feels like Trevor's trying to steal you away from me. And you're not even mine-” Luke’s sentence was cut off by you throwing your arms around him. “I’m sorry too. I should've kept my mouth shut when you got drafted” You mumbled into his chest.  “I like you too..” You mumbled as Luke pulled away from you. You both kissed, it felt safe and natural. 

[ambiguous-avery]

Cake by the Ocean

Dean Winchester x fem!Reader/You x Sam Winchester | WC: 971

Summary: You said it without thinking (or did you?), and they heard you loud and clear.

Tags/Warnings: Established polyship (no wincest), fluff, no use of Y/N, no beta we die like men

A/N: Another one for my Summer Snapshot Challenge! I love a good misunderstanding. You know the boys would totally be into it! 💜 Title from the song “Cake by the Ocean” by DNCE. Summer Snapshot Challenge 2025 Masterlist

It was a rare moment for the three of you. No monsters. No ghosts. No licking wounds in a shitty motel room. For the first time in as long as you could remember since you started hunting alongside the Winchesters, the three of you were able to enjoy an honest-to-God vacation.

You, Sam, and Dean were sprawled out beneath a large, striped umbrella, beach towels spread out beneath you. Sam was working his way through a paperback mystery on one side of you, and Dean enjoyed an ice cold beer on the other, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. And you were tucked right in between the two shirtless boys, happily sipping away at something fruity with a paper umbrella while enjoying the view – of the waves and your men.

“Mmm,” you murmured, stretching your legs out and polishing off your drink. “I could really go for sex on the beach.”

Dean practically choked on his beer, and Sam’s attention was abruptly pulled away from his story. You blinked at them innocently. “What?”

Dean pushed his glasses up onto his head, squinting at you like you had just grown a second head – but, you know, a hot second head.

“You usually make those kinds of declarations before noon, or is this, like, a vacation thing?” Dean asked, his eyes flicking from your mouth to your thighs then back up to your face.

“Am I wrong? You can’t tell me it doesn’t sound like the perfect thing to cap off a day like this. Warm sand, ocean breeze, a little salt on the skin…” You grinned. Sam cleared his throat and lowered his book.

“You, uh, been thinking about this for a while?” 

“Are we talking like ‘sand in places it doesn’t belong’ kind of sex on the beach? Or an improvised blanket situation?” Dean turned to face you fully, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Sounds like you’ve thought it through a bit already, Dean.”

“I’m just saying,” he said with a grin, “there are logistics involved.”

“You know that we do have a motel room like fifteen minutes away from here, right?” Sam’s tone was a mix of exasperation and matter-of-fact, but clad in only his swim trunks, there was no hiding the flush creeping down his neck.

“Oh my god you two are adorable.” You threw your head back with a laugh. Both Winchesters shared a look, confusion etching across their features. “I’m talking about the drink,” you clarified, shaking your empty glass so the ice clinked against the sides. “Vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry juice? Sound familiar?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Dean's mouth fell open slightly, and Sam's face went from flushed to absolutely crimson. You watched as the realization dawned on them both, and you couldn't help but dissolve into another fit of giggles. “Oh, you should see your faces right now,” you gasped between laughs, clutching your stomach. “Dean, you look like a fish. And Sam–” You turned to the younger Winchester, who you swore was trying to hide behind his paperback. “Are you trying to disappear into that book?”

Dean recovered first, as he always did, that cocky grin sliding back into place as he set his beer in the sand and rolled over top of you.

“Oh, you think you're real funny, don't you?” he drawled, caging you in with his arms as sand shifted beneath your towel. His green eyes sparkled with mischief and something darker. “You did that on purpose. Getting us all worked up over a cocktail.”

“I think I'm hilarious,” you shot back, not even trying to hide your grin as you looked up at him. The sun created a halo around his messy hair, and damn if he didn't look good enough to eat. “But I could go for the other kind, though. Blanket, not sand. Unless you two have strong opinions otherwise…” That stopped him short. Sam's book hit the sand with a soft thud.

“You're gonna be the death of us,” Dean muttered, but he was smiling as he said it, leaning down to press a kiss just above your collarbone.

“What a way to go though, right?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Dean replied, his voice dropping to that gravelly tone that always sent shivers down your spine. “Beats getting ganked by a ghost any day.”

“Guys, we're on a public beach,” Sam reminded you both, though he made no move to pick up his fallen book. Instead, he shifted closer, his large hand sliding the hem of your sun dress up and coming to rest on your bare thigh.

“Never stopped us before,” you teased, enjoying the way Sam's eyes darkened at your words. Dean chuckled against your neck.

“Remember that case in Arizona? Behind the abandoned theater?” Dean hummed.

“Or the cave in Oregon,” Sam added unexpectedly, a rare smirk playing on his lips. You sat up slightly, pushing Dean back just enough to look between them.

“Well, well, well. Look who's suddenly on board with public indecency.”

“I never said I wasn't on board,” Sam said, his voice quieter but no less heated. “I just like to… assess the situation first.”

“Glad one of us is responsible,” Dean said, not taking his eyes off you. “Always thinking with his big brain.”

“I think I’d prefer if you two thought with something else right now,” you said, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. Sam looked like his brain had just blue-screened, and Dean was looking at you like you were a challenge and a reward wrapped up neatly in a sundress.

“Careful, sweetheart. You keep talking like that, and you’re getting more than a drink with dinner.” The ice cubes in your glass clinked against each other as it slipped from your grasp and onto the beach towel under you.

“Here’s hoping.”

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rockstar!ryomen sukuna x reader x rockstar!satoru gojo

synopsis: Two rival bands. One sound engineer. Trapped between Gojo’s charm and Sukuna’s intensity, you navigate a world where music is war, tension runs high, and falling for the frontman, or both, could change everything.

a/n: this fan fiction is heavily inspired by @/indiewritesxoxo ‘s no. 1 party anthem series! (which you should 100% check out! it’s such an incredible concept and it’s very addicting. you can find it here)

content warnings: MDNI, emotional conflict, slight smut, blurred boundaries, complicated relationship dynamics

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You’re not sure why you agreed to this. Maybe it was to avoid what happened at the venue. Maybe it was because, deep down, you really did want to go back to Sukuna’s place.

You weren’t sure.

That’s what you were thinking as you sat in the passenger seat of Sukuna’s, admittedly nice, car. Clean leather, deep red interior lights, quiet music pulsing through the speakers like a heartbeat. It didn’t smell like him, not exactly. More like winter air, soft cologne, and something faintly metallic. The kind of scent you couldn’t name but would remember.

He didn’t talk much on the drive.

You didn’t either.

And maybe that was the first thing you noticed, how silence with Sukuna didn’t press in the same way it did with others. It wasn’t awkward. It was patient. Steady. Like he knew the words would come eventually and he wasn’t going to fish for them before you were ready.

When he pulled up to the curb outside a tall, narrow building tucked into a dim side street, he glanced at you, not expectantly, but just to check.

“You good?” he asked simply.

You nodded, even if you didn’t fully mean it.

The inside of his apartment was… unexpected.

Clean. Minimalist. Dark wood floors and black walls, lit only by warm, golden track lights and a single floor lamp. A guitar rack stood against one wall, lined with instruments that looked expensive and well-loved. There were band posters too, some framed, some slightly crooked. Not all of them were his.

He toed off his boots by the door and gestured for you to come in. “Make yourself at home.”

You hesitated before stepping fully inside, your fingers brushing the doorframe like you were trying to get a read on the space through touch alone.

“It’s nice,” you said quietly.

He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Didn’t peg you for someone who’d be surprised by furniture.”

You snorted softly. “Didn’t peg you as someone who dusts.”

“I don’t. My manager sends someone once a month.”

You wandered further in, pausing in front of a set of black-and-white photos hung over the couch. One showed a younger Sukuna on stage, no tattoos yet, hair longer, his mouth open mid-scream. Another showed his band’s first tour lineup, all in sharpie-scrawled t-shirts, sitting on a cracked curb with fast food bags between their feet.

“You look… lighter here,” you said without thinking.

He joined you, arms crossed, eyes flicking to the photo. “I was.”

You nodded slowly. “What changed?”

He was quiet for a beat. Then: “Success. Pressure. Satoru.”

That last word made your chest tighten.

He didn’t elaborate. Just walked to the kitchen and pulled two bottles of tea from the fridge, same kind he always left on your console.

He handed you one.

“Thanks.”

You both sat on the couch, and for a while, the silence returned. He flicked on a playlist, mostly instrumentals, ambient and slow. Nothing flashy. Nothing with words.

“Why’d you say yes?” he asked eventually.

You turned to him. “To coming here?”

He nodded.

You stared at the tea bottle in your hands. “Because I didn’t want to go home.”

“That all?”

You exhaled. “I don’t know. It’s like, being around you is confusing, but being away from you is...”

That earned a small, sardonic smile. “You’re not exactly easy for me either.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded, then turned fully to face you. “You walk into a room and everything feels like it’s about to change.”

You blinked. “That’s dramatic.”

“It’s true,” he said, and there was no teasing in it. “You ask questions no one else does. You make things feel like they’re worth saying out loud.”

You looked away. “Gojo says stuff like that too.”

“He would.”

You turned back. “He’s not a bad guy.”

“I never said he was.”

“You hate him.”

Sukuna’s gaze sharpened slightly, but he didn’t deny it.

“I respected him once,” he said. “Maybe still do, in ways I don’t like admitting. He was the first person who made me feel like I had to prove myself. I used to think that was a compliment.”

You let the silence settle again.

“He’s in love with you,” Sukuna added, like it wasn’t a question.

“I know,” you whispered.

“Do you love him back?”

You didn’t answer right away. The words tangled up in your throat.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I think I did. Maybe I still do, in that way you love the people who grew up beside you. But he’s… he’s always been my anchor. And lately it feels like I’ve been trying to swim, and he’s afraid I’ll drift too far.”

Sukuna’s eyes stayed on you, unreadable.

You reached for something to change the subject, heart pounding.

“Earlier, when you were teaching me guitar, can we go back to that?”

He blinked. “Yeah. You still interested?”

“Sort of,” you said. “It just felt like something I didn’t have to overthink.”

Sukuna stood up and retrieved a guitar, handing it to you with careful hands. It wasn’t the same one from earlier in the day, no, this one was a deep red. It matched his eyes.

You held it like it might break.

“Relax,” he said, moving to sit beside you. “You’re gripping it like it owes you money.”

You laughed. “Sorry. It’s expensive.”

He chuckled and shifted closer, knees brushing yours. “Here. Try this chord.”

You fumbled. He reached around you, one arm across your back, his hand guiding yours into position.

Your breath hitched.

His voice was low, barely above your ear. “There. Feel that?”

You nodded, unable to speak.

He didn’t move away immediately. His hand lingered on yours. His presence wrapped around you like gravity, quiet and impossible to ignore.

You didn’t move.

You couldn’t.

His breath was warm on your neck. His arm still draped lightly behind you, steadying the guitar, steadying you. You weren’t sure when you’d started leaning into him, or if you had at all, but suddenly the space between your bodies didn’t exist. It was like the air itself had shifted, grown heavier, slower.

“You’re holding your breath,” Sukuna murmured.

You exhaled, shaky, caught.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

He tilted his head just enough for his temple to brush yours. “You always apologize when you get close to something.”

Your fingers tensed slightly around the fretboard. “Close to what?”

He didn’t answer, not directly. His hand ghosted down your arm, knuckles skimming your wrist as he took the neck of the guitar from you and gently set it aside. His other hand landed on your knee, barely touching, just enough for your breath to catch again.

“Maybe it’s not the guitar that’s making you nervous,” he said, voice quiet but deliberate.

You met his eyes.

It was hard not to.

In the soft light, his expression was unreadable again, but his focus was unshakable, like everything about him was wired for intensity. He didn’t look at people, he looked into them.

“I don’t usually do this,” you admitted, voice low.

He gave a slow nod. “I figured.”

You laughed once, awkwardly. “That obvious?”

“Only to someone who notices,” he said.

His hand slid just a little higher along your thigh, resting there with purpose. Not pushing. Not testing. Just letting you feel him.

“Sukuna…” you said, unsure of the rest.

“I won’t rush you,” he said quickly. “If you’re not sure, just say so. I don’t need the wrong kind of silence.”

But you weren’t unsure.

That was the terrifying part.

Your whole body felt like it was strung on a wire, every nerve humming. You weren’t afraid of him, you were afraid of how easy it was to want him. How easy it was to forget the rest of the world existed when his voice dropped to that tone and he looked at you like nothing else in the room mattered.

“I’m not confused about this,” you whispered.

A pause. His gaze sharpened just slightly.

“Then what are you confused about?”

“Everything else.”

That made him smile, small, crooked. But real.

“Good,” he said, leaning in closer until your noses nearly brushed. “Let everything else wait.”

And then he kissed you.

Not cautiously. Not testing the waters. It was deliberate and slow, confident in a way that left no room for doubt.

His mouth was warm, more grounding than dreamy. Where Gojo’s touches always felt like flirting with gravity, Sukuna’s felt like being claimed by it, steady, certain, unmistakably real.

You opened to him without meaning to, lips parting as he deepened the kiss. One of his hands moved to your waist, the other brushing your jaw, holding you still like he didn’t want to let you drift.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to catch your breath, to feel your pulse in your throat. “This isn’t complicated for you?”

He shook his head. “It could be. But it’s not. Not when you’re here.”

You swallowed.

“Then take me out of my head.”

He didn’t need more than that.

In a fluid motion, he leaned back into you, drawing you into his lap, your knees bracketing his hips on the couch. The guitar was forgotten, pushed somewhere behind you. His hands slid up your thighs, then under the hem of your shirt, thumbs tracing slow, grounding lines against your skin.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he said against your throat, even as his lips pressed there, open and slow.

“I’ll tell you,” you breathed, your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, though it didn’t sound like a question.

“So are you,” you whispered back.

That got a laugh out of him, a low, warm sound that vibrated against your collarbone. His hand moved higher, palm splaying across your back as he pulled you closer.

Then his mouth was on yours again, hungrier now. Like something in him had snapped once he knew you wanted this too. His teeth grazed your lower lip, and you gasped, heat licking through your body at the sound of it.

You didn’t know when your hands started tugging at his shirt, or when his fingers found the waistband of your jeans, but suddenly you were drowning in sensation. His body against yours. His breath against your skin. His voice, low and wrecked, murmuring things you couldn’t even process as his mouth moved along your jaw, your neck, the curve of your shoulder.

“Sukuna,” you whispered, the word barely holding shape in your mouth.

He looked up at you, eyes heavy, pupils blown wide. “Say it again.”

You did.

You said it again and again as the couch shifted beneath you, as his hands mapped out your skin like he was memorizing you, as the last of the distance between you disappeared.

And by the time the room had settled again, clothes discarded in a lazy trail to the floor, your body aching in the best possible way, there was only one thing you knew for sure.

You hadn’t just gone to his apartment to forget what happened at the venue.

You had come here to be seen.

And Sukuna?

He had seen all of you.

You woke to quiet.

The kind of quiet that felt unfamiliar, not the cold stillness of your own apartment, not the background hum of an empty venue. This silence had weight to it. Warmth.

You didn’t open your eyes at first.

There was pressure against your back, steady, strong. A forearm draped loosely over your waist. The slow, measured rise and fall of a chest behind you. You were still tucked under a blanket, curled up in a bed that wasn’t yours. The scent of tea, cedar, and that faint metallic note from last night lingered in the air, now mixed with something warmer. Skin and sleep.

Sukuna.

Your stomach twisted, not with regret, but with the soft jolt of realization.

You’d stayed.

You’d fallen asleep in his bed. In his arms.

And he hadn’t let go.

Carefully, slowly, you shifted your arm and reached for your phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up with a low glow, casting blue light across the room.

It was past ten.

You blinked.

Two messages at the top of your screen made your stomach drop:

[10:07 AM] Ijichi (Venue Manager):

Hey. You and Ryomen were scheduled for load-in yesterday—everything okay?

And then another, from someone else entirely.

[9:46 AM] SATORU:

Thought you said you needed space.

Guess I just didn’t realize who you wanted space with.

There were several more messages from him, all scattered across the night, each one a little softer… and a little sadder.

[11:12 PM] SATORU:

You’re not answering. That’s fine.

I just wish you’d tell me when things change.

[11:24 PM] SATORU:

I keep wondering when I stopped being enough.

When did you stop telling me things?

[11:46 PM] SATORU:

Sorry. That wasn’t fair. I’m just—

I don’t know what I’m doing either.

[12:03 AM] SATORU:

Forget it. Pretend I didn’t say any of that.

[12:19 AM] SATORU:

I hope he makes you laugh the way I did.

Or better. Maybe you deserve better.

[12:47 AM] SATORU:

I keep checking my phone like an idiot.

Why do I do that?

[1:03 AM] SATORU:

I miss you.

Even when I try not to.

[1:26 AM] SATORU:

I’m going to bed. Don’t worry. I won’t message again.

You swallowed hard, pulse tightening behind your ribs. You turned your phone screen over, pressing it to the mattress like that would erase what you saw. Was satoru drunk? Why would he message all those things to you? It wasn’t like him at all.

Sukuna stirred behind you, it ripped you out of your thoughts. 

His voice was rough with sleep, deeper than usual. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer right away. He shifted slightly, pulling his arm back and propping himself up on one elbow to look at you.

“You’re tense.”

You gave a soft, humorless laugh. “We missed rehearsal.”

His brow furrowed. “Shit. I didn’t even set an alarm.”

You shook your head, not angry. Just… overwhelmed.

“I’ve got like five texts from Ijichi,” you added. “And a few from Satoru..”

That last part came out quiet.

Sukuna didn’t say anything. You looked over your shoulder at him.

He was watching you, awake now, his expression unreadable again. His hair was mussed and falling into his eyes, and there was a crease on his cheek from the pillow.

He looked human.

“What did he say?” Sukuna asked, voice steady.

You reached for your phone again and turned it around so he could read only the first message.

Sukuna’s jaw ticked just once. “Of course.”

“He’s not wrong,” you said, softer than you meant to. “I didn’t tell him anything. I didn’t even tell him I was with you.”

“You didn’t owe him that.”

“Maybe not,” you admitted. “But I owed him something. A conversation. Honesty.”

Sukuna leaned back, resting against the headboard. His voice was quiet now. Careful. “Do you regret being here?”

You looked at him, and you hated that you didn’t have a quick answer.

“No,” you said eventually. “That’s not the problem.”

“What is?”

You sat up, pulling the blanket with you, suddenly too aware of your bare shoulders, of his sheets, of everything intimate and raw that had been left behind from the night before.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you admitted. “With any of this.”

Sukuna nodded once, like he’d been expecting that.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” he asked.

You hesitated, then shook your head. “I don’t want to go home. I just… need to think.”

He stood up then, grabbing a hoodie from the chair in the corner and slipping it on. “You can think here.”

You glanced up.

His voice had changed, less clipped, less guarded. A little gentler.

“I’ll make something,” he said. “You eat eggs?”

You blinked, surprised. “Yeah.”

“Cool. Don’t go ghosting on me while I’m in the kitchen.”

A faint smile curved your lips. “Not planning on it.”

He disappeared down the hall, and the sound of cabinet doors and the hum of a stovetop filled the silence he left behind.

You sat there for a long moment, the smell of coffee starting to drift into the room, mixing with the warmth left in the sheets beside you.

It was quiet again.

For the first time in days, it didn’t feel like running. But how come you couldn’t stop thinking of Satoru?

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[nostarfights]

If I Ever Were To Lose You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X fem!supersoldier!Reader

Summary: Seeing you get injured during a mission helps Bucky come to terms with his feelings for you.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, reader getting injured, blood, a concussion, stitches, a coma, guns, crying, kissing, friends to lovers trope, takes place during tfatws and a few uses of y/n.

Word Count: 2.4K

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Your breathing was quick but quiet as you and Bucky entered the warehouse Redwing had spotted Walker hiding in just a few hours ago, your hand placed on the gun holster on your hip, ready to grab your gun the second you needed it.

But even with Bucky there by your side and Sam waiting nearby just in case, you still had a bad feeling about this mission. Like something was going to go wrong, especially now that Walker was stronger due to the serum.

Your heart pounded more and more the closer you got to where Walker had been spotted hiding behind a pillar within the building. “Walker, we know you’re here. Just come with us and no one has to get hurt.” Bucky called out as you slowly withdrew your gun from its holster.

You’d given Walker enough chances to surrender, there was no point in trying to negotiate with him anymore. But Walker wasn’t in the mood for surrendering and he sure as hell wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

Not feeling the need to reply to Bucky, Walker left his hiding spot and headed right for Bucky. He then barreled into him with enough force to cause him to stumble back a few feet, using that chance to send punch after punch into Bucky’s face while he tried to regain his footing. It was shocking to you in this moment to see just how strong Walker had become, you’d never seen any enemy catch Bucky off guard like this for as long as you’d known him. 

But you weren’t going to just stand by and watch. So you quickly slid your gun back into its holster and ran over to where the two of them were fighting, immediately pulling Walker off of Bucky. “Give up, Walker. It’s over.” you sternly said through clenched teeth while you shoved him to the ground then cuffed his hands together.

And as you stood up and walked over to Bucky to make sure he was okay, you thought that you’d been right. That this long fight with Walker was over and you could finally put him away, but he soon proved you wrong. 

“You okay?” you’d started to say to Bucky as the sound of the cuffs breaking apart rang out, cutting you off as you both whipped your heads in Walker’s direction. He’d broken out of the cuffs and was now back on his feet, ready to fight again. But before he could get the chance to swing, you were on him again, sending punch after punch of your own into his face and body, knocking him back onto the ground. He stayed there for a minute, giving himself the chance to recover once more and in a blink of an eye he was back on his feet yet again. 

To see how much stronger he was currently compared to you and Bucky terrified you, would this fight ever end? “(y/n), watch out!” Bucky warned as Walker barreled towards you this time. He’d tried to stop Walker but it was too late and when his fist made contact with your chest, your body went flying for a few seconds before you hit the ground, your head roughly smacking against the concrete floor below you once you landed. 

And before you could even get the chance to get back up, Walker had pinned you to the ground by your shoulders and slid the knife he’d been hiding in his boot into your right side, causing you to scream out in pain. It’d be a lot easier for him to get away again if Bucky was distracted by your injuries.

In this moment, you couldn’t move even as Walker eased up on his grip on you, you were paralyzed with fear and pain and Bucky just watched, like a deer frozen in headlights. He’d never frozen up like this ever before and that scared him.

But before another thought could pop into his head, Bucky got a good look at you and began to feel as if he was seeing red. He was done going easy on Walker, he needed to pay for what he’d done. Bucky then placed his hands on Walker’s shoulders and ripped him off of you, giving him one final punch to the face that finally knocked him out, letting his now unconscious body fall to the floor below.

Bucky then rushed to your side right away and started to hold you in his bruised arms. You began to grow heavy as you laid there in Bucky’s arms, the handkerchief he’d retrieved from his pocket moments ago barely doing anything to stop or at least slow down your bleeding. It was no use.

“Stay with me, baby. Keep your eyes open for me please.” he begged as his voice broke, tears streaming down his face. “Bucky?” you weakly said as your eyes fluttered closed for the last time today and your blood began to stain the concrete. 

“No!” he screamed, his voice bouncing off of the walls of the nearly empty warehouse. Bucky quickly checked your heartbeat in the midst of his crying as he’d started to talk to Sam through the comms, it was shallow but still there. “Sam, we need help. (y/n)’s been stabbed, it’s not looking too good.” he quickly said, trying to hide the fact that he was crying. 

Upon his quick arrival just a few minutes later, Bucky gently scooped your limp body off of the ground and handed you over to Sam. “What the hell happened?” Sam muttered whilst a shock look took over his face and he took you from Bucky.

“I’ll tell you another time, just please, get her to the hospital. Promise me that you’ll keep her safe.” Bucky begged as Sam’s wings began to extend, his eyes bright red and his face covered in tears. “You have my word.” Sam said before he started to fly away, going as fast as his wings could possibly go before it was too late. 

Bucky wanted more than anything else in the world to go with you and Sam but he knew that it’d be for the best to have Sam take you to the hospital, even if it broke his heart to let you go while he went back to the tower alone, still sobbing. 

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As soon as he made it back to the tower, Bucky felt himself sprinting to the part of the building that Tony had turned into a hospital years ago as if his body was on autopilot. All that mattered to him in this moment was making sure that you were okay. He’d become so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t even realized that he’d made it to the hospital and almost ran into a sad looking Sam who had just finished speaking with your doctor. 

“Bucky.” Sam softly said, immediately catching his attention as Sam placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from going any further. Bucky’s eyes teared up once more as he looked at his friend, “She’s going to be okay,” Sam started, pausing for a moment as he took a breath then began to deliver the bad news to Bucky, who currently felt like he could finally breathe again since you passed out, “But because of how hard her head hit the ground, the concussion she got caused her to fall into a coma. The doctor doesn’t know when she’ll wake up, it could be days or weeks.” Sam explained, trying his best to be strong for you and Bucky. 

Bucky’s heart dropped and even though he knew you were going to be okay, he was still riddled with fear and worry. He felt like he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him. He’d come so close to losing you and the fact that you were in a coma broke his heart.

As he continued to process everything he’d just been told, a wave of sadness hit him and Bucky collapsed into Sam’s arms while sobs violently shook his body. He wished he could’ve been better at protecting you. He could’ve prevented this but instead he froze up and let it happen, like an idiot. 

Sam helped Bucky back onto his feet, supporting him while he walked him to your room, tears pouring down his own face. It’d been years since he had seen Bucky this broken and he desperately hoped, for Bucky’s sake, that you’d pull through.

Once they made it into your room, Bucky could barely stand the second his eyes landed on your sleeping form, your skin was paler and there were bruises scattered across your arms and face, breaking Bucky’s heart even more. The emotional pain he was feeling as a result of today’s events had become too much. But before he could collapse again, Sam quickly pulled up a chair to your bedside and helped Bucky sit down. 

“I’m here for you if you need anything, Buck. Stay as long as you need.” Sam told Bucky as he stood next to him and Bucky quickly became a shell of a man the longer he stared at you. “Thanks.” Bucky quietly said through his tears and Sam started to leave the room, closing the door behind him to give the two of you some privacy. 

Bucky was silent as he began to hold your hand in both of his and pressed his forehead to it as he closed his eyes. He felt so guilty, he had always vowed to himself to protect you and he failed, he hoped you'd forgive him once you woke up.

And as he sat there with you, seeing you almost die finally made him see that he was in love with you and that was okay. He promised himself that he wouldn’t bury his feelings for you ever again. Life was too short for him to continue hiding the fact that he loved you more than anyone else. 

“Come back to me, baby. I love you.” he muttered against your skin. 

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One Week Later

As you woke up, you began to feel confused and disoriented while you opened your eyes for the first time in seven days and the bright light above you in your hospital room caused your head to start to hurt.

“Where am I? Why does my hand feel so heavy?” you thought as you slowly looked around the room and you began to squint your eyes. A soft smile appeared on your face as you looked to your left and saw Bucky sitting next to your bed, his head resting on your joined hands while he slept. 

“Bucky?” you quietly said, still squinting due to the light. He looked tired, pale and there were bags under his eyes. You wondered how long he’d been there. He awoke abruptly, the sound of your voice calming him. You were okay, you’d come back to him. He could finally breathe again. “(y/n)!” he exclaimed as he began to gently hug you and tears welled up in his eyes.

“How long was I out for?” you quietly asked him as you looked into his tired eyes, the sight of this making you frown. “A week,” he told you, pausing before he spoke up again a moment later, “I missed you so much. I’ve been so worried but I’m glad you’re okay,” he continued before silence soon took over the room, “I’m so sorry this happened and that I wasn’t able to stop Walker.” he confessed as a few tears fell down his face, showing you just how guilty he’d been feeling for the past week.

Your frown became deeper as you reached up and wiped Bucky’s tears away, “Bucky, you have nothing to apologize for. I can handle myself.” you told him as he placed his hand over yours. Bucky let out a deep breath as he opened his mouth to speak, “I know,” he began as he nodded his head, “I’m just always terrified that I’m going to lose you every time we go on a mission. And even though I knew you were okay, seeing you like this broke my heart. I haven’t been able to leave your side this entire time.” he explained, prompting you to hold his hand and stroke the back of it with your thumb. “I’m okay, stop worrying.” you quietly said, making Bucky smile a little.  

Silence took over the room for the second time that day as both of your minds began to run rampant and you processed everything that had been said as well as the things Bucky had wanted to say. “I’m in love with you, sweetheart. I just wish I could've had the confidence to tell you before all of this happened.” Bucky simply said as he looked over into your eyes, his heart on his sleeve.

Hearing him say this caused your face to break out into a smile, you’d been waiting for what like forever to hear these words leave his mouth. “I love you too, James, I always have. I’ve just been waiting for you to tell me that you felt the same,” you said, the sound of your confession and his name falling from your lips causing his heart to warm, “But maybe now that I’m awake we can make up for lost time?” you suggested to him with a wink.

And in an instant, Bucky started to softly kiss you while he held your face in his large hands once more. “I love you so much, baby.” he muttered against your lips in between kisses, causing butterflies to appear in your stomach. 

“Bucky? Could you turn the lights off please? I have a headache.” you softly asked him once his lips pulled away from yours again a few seconds later. “Of course.” he answered with a soft smile as he stood up from his chair and crossed the room to turn the lights off. 

Upon returning to your bedside, he gently scooped you up and moved you over a little so that he could lay down with you. You then slowly rotated so that you were facing him on your non-injured side and snuggled into him, resting your head on his chest.

And although you had just woken up, being in a coma had caused you to feel exhausted and you soon started to get sleepy. “Rest, sweetheart.” Bucky murmured against your hair as he wrapped his arm around you. He’d ask you to be his another time, for now he’d just let you sleep.

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