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shurisneakers · 2 months ago

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“i can’t seem to understand you” with bucket bucky - hello i love you!!!

um hello i love you mORE

am i going back to my roots?? yes. i never left. here's an avengers 2012 style fic with my new forced family morons.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: mild thunderbolts spoilers, swearing, breaking and entering, mr avoidant over here

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"First he leads us into the ass-kicking of our lives, now he's got us breaking into a random flat," Ava snipes, trailing behind the group. "What's the plan now, Bucky?"

"It is not his fault we got our asses kicked," Yelena squints as she looks up the brick wall.

"I don't need you defending me," he grumbles, jumping to catch hold of the fire escape.

"I'm not defending you," she says. "I'm calling all of us useless."

"We will break into tiny, New York apartment, and recover before we fight again," Alexei says. "Take nap, small lunch, then crush our enemies."

Bucky drags the fire escape ladder down to the ground, before wiping off his hands.

"No lunch," Bucky replies. "We're not staying that long. We just need a place to come up with a plan."

"Oh, we're taking the ladder? I figured you had another U-Haul around here to crash," John looks at the rackety old thing. "Can this thing even hold all of us?"

Bucky rolls his eyes, beginning the ascent. "Climb. Or don't. I don't care."

"Move." Ava shoves past him, following behind Bucky.

They crept up the side of the building, quiet enough for trained fugitives, loud enough to be annoying.

By the time they reached the third floor, Bucky was already prying open a window with enough force to snap the lock.

The window behind them hasn’t even clicked shut when a voice cuts through the room like a blade.

"You've got to be joking," your voice snapped from the doorway, sharp enough to stop all movement.

They all freeze.

You’re standing in the hallway, barefoot, holding a bat high up.

Yelena raises a tentative hand. “Uh-- hello?”

“Don’t.”

She puts her hand back down.

"What the hell Bucky?" you grit. "What the fuck are you doing here? And who are these people?"

"You guys know each other?"

"Hi," Bucky grunts, ignoring Walker and also the redness creeping up his neck. "These are--"

"The Thunderbolts."

"No." He glares. "They're helping me take down Val."

"Val? Congress Val? We're against her now?" you ask exasperatedly. "Last time we talked, you just got elected. Are you still in Congress?"

"You're in Congress?" Ava pipes up. "Didn't you kill JFK?"

"Not the point," Bucky groans.

"And they still elected you?"

"I'm not in Congress anymore."

"Oh goodie. Since when?" you ask.

"This morning." He rubs the back of his neck. "I didn't get time to call."

"Sure. You had time to break into my apartment, though."

"About that--" He glances back at the group who were standing around, clearly enjoying the beat-down he was facing. "We just need a place while we regrouped."

"To be clear, he did not tell us that he knew you. We thought we were going somewhere random," Walker juts in again.

"Oh, he's here too. Hello Craptain America. Which sewer did you crawl out of to be here?"

"I didn't even do anything," he mumbles stepping back.

"You've done enough."

"We'll leave if you just say the word," Bucky cuts in. "Swear. But we just need a few hours, and we'll be out of your life."

You stare at him for a few seconds. "Is someone gonna come break down my door looking for you?"

"No," he says.

“A door would not stop him anyway,” Alexei added, sounding entirely too cheerful. “But we will protect you. Not well. But we will try.”

You glance between all of them for a few seconds.

"Fine," you say at last. "If anyone comes looking for you guys, you're replacing anything they break."

Bucky lets out an exhale, as they all walk past him to sink down into various seats.

You turned without saying anything and walked down the hallway to the bedroom.

A minute passes.

Then footsteps.

He sees you leaning against the dresser, arms folded, phone still in hand.

Bucky stands in the doorway for a second, hesitant.

You look at him. “You gonna say something, or are you just here to breathe loud and feel sorry for yourself?”

He blinks. “Hi?”

“Try again.”

He sighs. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this.”

"No way, really?" you drawl. "But this is everything I've ever dreamed of."

"I don't get it. I can't seem to understand you." You shake your head. "You bring me flowers, disappear for three months, we kiss, you raincheck every dinner I cook for you and now you show up here with four assassins."

"You're mad," he says, observant as ever.

You stare at him. Bucky dutifully matches your gaze, forcing himself not to fidget.

"Bucky, why are you here?" you ask, voice deflated.

"I told you."

"You wanted a place to lay low. Is that all?"

He doesn't say anything. You search his face for anything, any sign.

He shifts on his feet. “I just needed somewhere safe.”

“And I’m what? A checkpoint?”

“No,” he says, too quickly, before adding in something more quieter, “You’re the first place I thought of.”

You sigh, folding your arms. “Are you in or are you out, Barnes?

His mouth is pressed into a thin line, arms crossed over his chest.

"Because if you are, and this is how it's going to be, I'm not interested. You're cute. I like you. But this isn't enough for me."

"'M sorry," He looks at you, softer now. "Things haven't been good. Didn't want to get you caught up in it."

"Yet here I am."

"I'm sorry about that too," he adds. "

You look at him for a long moment. At the cut above his brow. The dust on his jacket. The way his hands are clenched..

"You kept the bat." The corner of his lips quirk up into a smile.

“You should be grateful I didn’t swing it.”

“It’s got good balance,” he admitted.

He looks different up close. Same face, same eyes but worn thinner. Like he hadn’t slept properly in days. Maybe weeks.

You sigh. "Should I order pizza?"

"Yes," they all chorus from the living room. It catches you by surprise.

"Stop listening in," he barks.

"The walls are like, paper thin, man," Yelena says. "You should have thought of that before you brought us to your situationship's house."

“What the hell is a situationship?” he muttered, directing it toward you now. “Actually scratch that. I don’t care. Whatever it is, that’s not what we are.”

You raised an eyebrow, arms still folded. “No?”

"But there is a 'we', yes?" Alexei calls.

You look at Bucky. He looks back sheepishly, somewhat even helpless.

"Nope," you reply, moving past him to go to the band of morons out there. "There is no 'we'."

"I mean--" he mumbles.

"Classic lover's quarrel," he hears Alexei continues, like he's explaining this to someone. "Melina and I had them many times."

You roll your eyes. "How long do you have? Pizza's gonna take a while."

“You don’t have to feed us.”

"If you're gonna fight against this guy--"

"Bob," someone calls.

"Bob. If you're going to fight against Bob, you're gonna need more than a granola bar. When’s the last time any of you had a vegetable?"

You're met with a series of shrugs.

"Grown adults," you exhale, shaking your head before walking back into the bedroom to find your phone.

You thumb through the menu.

Something soft brushes against your hand. You swallow the thickness in your throat, refusing to tear your gaze away from the phone.

“Hey,” he says, and it’s almost too soft. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t move.

“I mean it. I’ll make it up to you.”

You glance at him.

"Look, I'm not trying to guilt you into--"

"It's not that. I've been meaning to." He swallows.

"Bucky--"

“I missed you,” he said, not quite looking at you. “I wish I could say I’ll get everything right from now on. I just… I’m trying. I swear I’m trying.”

You swallow. Slowly.

“And it didn’t feel good. Not talking to you. Everything was happening, and the nightmares were back, and I kept thinking 'I should tell you this.' But then I didn’t. And it got worse.”

“You don’t get to drop that on me if you're gonna fuck off again.”

“I won’t.”

You stared at him for a long moment.

Then you tilt your head. “You know you owe me, like, three dinners.”

He gives you a small smile. "I'll buy you dinner for the rest of your life."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Congressman."

His eyes drifted toward the bat, still propped against the wall.

“You really were ready to clock me, huh?”

“I was aiming for Walker, but yeah. You were next.”

He smiles, and it's probably the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Are these your friends now?" you ask finally.

"They're not even my co-workers."

"Didn’t think you had co-workers anymore. As of, you know. This morning."

“Yeah, well,” he shrugs, “new job. No salary. No benefits at all, really.”

"You're gonna buy me dinner like this?"

"I'll figure it out."

You snort despite yourself. “You're gonna get someone killed.”

He shrugs again. “Probably me.”

He reaches out. Just lightly. Two fingers brushing against your pinky where your hand hangs.

Without thinking, he shifts just slightly closer. Not enough to close the space, but... there. He's back up in your space, and he fills it like he never left at all.

“I think about you,” he says, voice quiet like it's the one thing he wants to keep only for you both, "All the time."

"Sap," you say, but it feels airy. "Your 100 year old charm won't work on me. This doesn't fix anything."

"I know."

His fingers twitch like he’s about to pull away.

You catch them before he does.

“You disappear again like that,” you say, “I swing the bat next time.”

He smiles, head tilted. “Sure thing.”

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noctiva · 4 months ago

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oh my heavens oh my DAYS i am claiming bunny anon ( this one specifically!! 🐇 )… dewd u have to let me know ur thoughts on toby fluff and smut mixed together!! I AM A SUCKA for it….

LIKE IMAGINE???? HIM COMING HOME ONE DAY JUST SO TIRED.. baby boy just wants to lay back against the couch and just nap and just… reader gives him head.. telling him all sorts of praises and compliments.. overstimming him.. WHOWOWOOWEIHEOHWO and when he finally cums he’s just a sobbing drooling mess of whimpers OH MY LAWD

I read ‘sobbing drooling mess of whimpers’ and FLEW to my keyboard. you are a visionary and i hope you know that thank you for blessing my inbox

A Little R & R

Toby Rogers x F!Reader [NSFW!]

WC: 6.3k

Summary: After a particularly long day at work leaves him practically dead on his feet, Toby wants nothing more than to just sit back and relax. Lucky for him, he has a lovely girlfriend to help with that

CW: 18+ content, explicit sexual content, brief mentions of violence and death, playing with his mouth gash a lil, oral sex (male receiving), wet and messyyyy, begging and teasing, dom/sub undertones but it’s not really that deep, deepthroating, spit and drool, overstimulation, snowballing kind of, praise kink!, borderline body worship, but it’s Toby soooo.. real, tears from both parties, slight dacryphilia, pathetic men!

NSFW under the cut! Minors do not interact!

It had been a long day.

Though he couldn’t feel the pain and soreness, Toby could feel the fatigue in his bones. Seeping into his muscles. Weighing like an anchor on his shoulders as he dragged his feet with each shaky step.

He had been up early (well, ten AM. His version of early), and spent the greater half of the day knee deep in forest brush as he tracked down the target for that particular day. It had been cold too. Snow falling and accumulating on the ground below him, heavy boots crunching each time they hit the forest floor. He had felt the effects of it; stiffer muscles, shortness of breath, eyes watering every time the wind whipped past him.

It was supposed to be an easy mission. Tim and Brian were supposed to help him with it. Not that he needed their help, and had made that very clear when they told him they were going to be taking off to deal with something else out of town - but it would’ve been nice. Would’ve been nice to have an extra set of hands, or two, to find and subdue his two victims easier.

Would’ve been nice to have Brian’s gun, to finish them off faster and more efficiently.

Would’ve been nice to get home a few hours earlier.

But he made do, like he always did. Refusing to let himself look less than capable. It had taken him far too long for his liking, but by two PM each of his hatchets had found a new home lodged within the skulls of two very unfortunate souls. Blood against snow. So stark and bright against the previously unblemished backdrop.

It was really, quite picturesque. He however, was too annoyed and exhausted to really take in the sight. Because though the job was over, it wasn’t really over. He still had to drag these two heavy, limp bodies off to some even more secluded area of the forest. Dig a hole in this frozen, snow covered earth, then throw them in.

And he wasn’t even getting paid for it. God, this was stupid.

By three PM, he was finally walking back. Back to the little cabin he had made a home out of with you. Which, really, was one of his only motivating factors nowadays. If he just got through the day, and did what he needed to do, he’d be rewarded with the gift that was your company.

Your voice, so sweet and soft as you asked him how his day was. Your hands, so gentle as they carded through his hair - nails scratching against his scalp in soothing patterns, sending a shiver down his spine. And your smile. God, how he loved your smile. So lovely and warm, bestowed upon him. Like he wasn’t a killer, a monster of a a man.

With you, he was just… Toby. And he liked that. He liked that a lot.

The work didn’t stop when he got home though, much to his dismay, because he was very quickly reminded of his other job. Caring for you. Not that it was really a job, because he liked doing it, but fuck if he didn’t wish he was a normal member of society on days like this one. A person who could just drive to the grocery store, because it wasn’t a literal forty minute journey away.

But he didn’t have that luxury, and so, if he wanted to eat tonight - he had to go hunt for it.

Toby had popped inside for a little while, given you a kiss on the cheek and asked about your morning, but far too quickly thereafter he was trudging out the doors of his home once more and walking back out into the woods

Again, he never minded providing for you. If anything, he got gratification from it - knowing that you relied on him. It felt good to be needed, to be loved and appreciated.

But man, he was exhausted. His muscles were screaming at him by the time he had trekked back home, hauling a deer carcass with him that he would no doubt also need to skin and butcher before he handed it over to you.

Work was never over. It was never over.

When he finally walked through that cabin door for the final time that day, Toby was dead on his feet. His eyes were drooping, hands trembling from fatigue, knees weak as he forced himself to take step after step. He felt like he may just collapse any moment, but all he had to do was make it to the couch.

Maybe take a little nap while you cooked dinner, then have a meal with you before retiring to bed for a well needed night of rest.

That sounded lovely.

“Toby, hun? You alright?” He heard your voice as he dragged himself towards the couch in the living room, and glanced at you before offering you a tired smile.

You were peeking out from the kitchen, barefaced and beautiful, wearing what he recognized to be one of his hoodies as you leaned against the doorframe. Christ, you really made it all worth it. Just the sight of you alone, so sweet and pretty, like an angel that floated around his home.

For a moment, you made the fatigue riddling his body seem not that bad. The guiding light in the gruesome, abhorrent string of events that was his life.

“J-Just tired.” He murmured back to you softly, as he reached a hand up to tug down the hood that had been covering the shaggy mess of hair atop his head. His signature orange goggles rested snugly in the strands, lenses scratched and stained with what you knew was blood. Human, or animal? You weren’t sure. Probably both. “Long d-day, you know?”

You hummed softly in response, watching with a keen eye as he slowly made his way over to the couch - then promptly flopping onto it. Sprawling his limbs, sinking into the cushions, eyes fluttering shut on contact.

He looked drained. Completely, utterly, rinsed clean of any energy he had when he first left the house this morning. His eyes were closed, long lashes resting against his cheeks, body near limp as it sunk into the sofa. You watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath, soft and slow, his lips parted.

He looked… Pretty, you thought to yourself. So pretty as he lounged against the couch, his body tired and worn.

So tired, because he had been caring for you. Keeping you safe, bringing you meals, making sure you were happy.

He lived and breathed for you, it seemed. A fact that was never lost on you. Toby put all of his time and effort into making sure life was nothing but a breeze for you, and you had to wonder… Did you deserve it? Did you provide for him, just as he provided for you?

You tried to. Washing him clean of blood and grime, stitching his wounds shut when he came home beaten and bruised. Patching up his clothes and trimming his hair. Was it enough though? Would it ever be enough?

Did he know, just how much you meant to him?

You’re moving before you even realize it, the meat you had been planning to prepare left sitting in the refrigerator. You couldn’t help it, you felt as if he needed you, right now. Needed to be appreciated, loved, needed to know just how much you valued every little thing he did.

You reach the couch in record time, and then you’re sinking down to your knees. You rest your head on his chest, your hand coming up to rest on his stomach - feeling the warmth of him through his stained hoodie. You feel as his jolts at the touch, eyes snapping open, immediately honing in on the sight of you so close. “W-What’s up?” He asked hoarsely, gaze directing down to your hand, and the way it had begun rubbing soothing circles against his abdomen. The touch gentle and soft, just as you always were.

“Missed you.” You murmur back to him, looking up at him as you press your cheek to his chest. He’s staring down at you with half-lidded, tired eyes, confusion evident in his irises. “You know I love you, right? And all the things you do for me?”

“I-I don’t do muh-much.” Toby mutters back to you with a sheepish little smile, bringing a hand up to rest upon your head as you nuzzle into him. His arm felt like it was made of lead as he raised it, fatigue seemingly flowing through his veins. But he would endure it for you, to touch you. To hold you close. “Just d-doin’ what I’m supposed t-to.”

“No…” You answer back to him, before raising your head up. From there, you bring your whole body up - crawling onto him so fluidly it barely makes the couch rustle. Almost like you were supposed to be there. You watch as his eyes widen minutely, fingers twitching in the air where they had once been resting against you, and you smile sweetly down at him. “You do so much for me, baby. You know that, don’t you?”

You sit up, thighs straddling his hips, your body pressed so undeniably close to his now. You know he can feel it, if the way his cheeks had begun to flush was anything to go by. He looked so cute like this, all wide eyed and pink all over. Eyes still drooping from exhaustion, but fighting to stay open just so that they could fixate on you.

You hum softly before lifting your hand, bringing it up to cup his cheek. The marred side. Sensitive, you knew it was, and so you grazed your thumb against his exposed gums on purpose - just to see what his reaction would be.

His reaction, proved to be absolutely lovely.

He whined softly, brows pinching together as your fingers grazed the sensitive flesh. A surge of tingles wracked his body, stemming from the source that was your touch. So soft, so light, and yet it was everything. You set his body on fire. You always did. Your touch a force that sent him reeling every single time, and he wasn’t sure if it was because he was so tired, but it felt like the intensity had increased tenfold as you passed your fingers over his skin. “So good to me, Toby. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Y-You’d be fine.” Toby mutters, though his words do come out shaky. He can’t help it when he leans into your touch, and you feel it when a small amount of saliva seeps out of the gash and wets your palm.

Already drooling? God, he’s cute.

“Nuh uh.” You giggle back to him, your eyes somehow both sickeningly sweet and suffocatingly heady as you look down at him. From your perspective, gazing down at him as he looks up at you with a mounting desire in his gaze, Toby looks like a dream. “You’re everything to me. My sweet, sweet boy. Always making sure I’m safe.”

Your palm leaves his face, dragging down his jawline and brushing against the stubble there - and you watch as his neck flexes under the gentle touch. “Always working so hard. Getting up early, staying up late.” Down his neck, your fingers trail. Feeling how his Adam’s Apple bobs when he swallows thickly, his pulse fluttering under your touch. Your palm comes to rest on his chest, and then you can really feel his heartbeat. Racing. Near frantic from your tender hands. “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.”

“SS-Stop it, baby.” He chuckles sheepishly, the pink flush on his cheeks spreading up to his ears and down to his neck. All pink and pretty beneath you, that’s what he was right now. Trying to fight it but doing so in vain. If it wasn’t the colour of his face that was giving it away, it was the look in his eyes.

Dark, pupils just widening more with each word you spoke. “I’m j-just doin’ my job.”

“You don’t have to do any of this.” You murmur back to him, pressing your palm against his chest before it starts to trail down lower. Over his ribs, down the slope of his abdomen. Feeling how his muscles tense under your touch, even through the layers of clothing. “But you do. Because you’re amazing.”

Slowly, your fingers reach the hem of his jeans and curl underneath it - feeling the fuzz of his happy trail graze against the back of your hand. His hips, ever so impatient, jump at the contact, and suddenly he looks more awake than ever.

“W-What are you doin’?” He asks, like a deer in the headlights as he lifts his head a little. If you thought his pupils were wide before, they were damn near swallowing his irises now - especially when your fingers drift down a little bit lower to play with the buckle of his belt.

Your eyes lift to meet his, a playfulness in your gaze that makes his heart stutter (and his cock come to life).

“Just… Showing my appreciation.” You hum softly as you lazily play with his belt. Not undoing it yet, just toying with it. Making your presence known. Your nails clink against the metal of the buckle, and his heart rate kicks up a notch. “Don’t you think you deserve it?”

You didn’t think it was possible for Toby to go even pinker, and yet he manages it. You hear it as his breathing trembles on exhale, his whole body going taut the more you teased him.

“N-No. I mean… I-I don’t-“ He’s fumbling for words, stumbling over them and stuttering more than he usually does. He’s looking at you like he’s never been touched by a woman before, all flushed and shaky. As if you hadn’t gone down on him more times than you could count. As if you didn’t have the taste of his cum ingrained on your taste buds. It’s… Adorable. Really sweet, actually. “I just… I mean- You d-don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to.” You giggle softly, raising an eyebrow at him. “I want to. Do you not want me to?”

You want to. You want to make him feel good. His body had been growing increasingly hot since you had first settled onto his lap, but he felt like he was burning up now. His skin was on fire, his clothes feeling more and more suffocating with each touch you laid upon him.

“Of c-course I do!” Toby rebuts immediately, so eager it makes a grin spread onto your lips. “I just d-don’t want you to feel like… I’m expecting it. B-Because I do things for you.”

You could swoon right then and there. Could you fall even more in love? You didn’t think it was possible, but he was really proving you wrong right then and there. You could just eat him up. All twitchy and tense beneath you, a visible bulge growing in his jeans throughout the course of the conversation. He was so reactive to you. Always had been. Getting hard if you did so much as place a soft kiss against his neck.

It was one of your favourite aspects about him, really. His desperation.

“Don’t be dumb.” You chastise lightly, a sweet smile on your face that told that your words weren’t to be taken completely seriously. “Have you ever considered that maybe I like doing it?”

And just like that, all of the blood in Toby’s body rushes south.

“Y-You do?” He chokes out, his chest feeling tight and his pants feeling tighter. He watches in a daze as you start slowly pulling his belt undone - pretty polished nails and soft fingers, working to get him bared for you.

“Uh huh.” You speak back to him in a low murmur, your own heart jumping as you pull his belt free. You don’t stop there, languidly tugging it from the loops, wanting any restriction completely removed. “Is it really so surprising? I love all of you.”

You drop his belt to the ground, a movement that his eyes flick over to for just a second, before they’re fixating on you once more. This absolute goddess on his lap, turning him to mush without even placing a single finger on him yet. “I love… Your eyes.” You hum as you pop the button of his jeans. “I love your voice.” You start to tug his zipper down. “Love your laugh, and the way your eyes crinkle up when you do.”

Once his zipper is down fully, your fingers grasp his waistband again - shimmying it down low on his hips until he got the hint. He got it rather quickly, shifting on the couch to let you pull the material off of him completely.

Left just in his boxers, you can really see the effect you have on him. Cock straining against the thin material, a visible tent with a wet patch at the tip. You lick your lips, before taking in a shaky breath. “I love how sweet you are to me. I love your hair. Love your nose.” You slide your body back a little bit, making it easier for yourself as you lean down low - bringing your face closer to his confined length. “And I love your cock.”

Was he melting? Toby was sure he was. His joints felt gooey and his entire body scalding hot. Not to mention, he was tingling all over - your soft whispered praises making him squirm beneath you. He wasn’t quite sure how to handle all of this, really. Being the focal point of your unwavering desire.

Normally, when something like this happened, you were at least bared as well. Just as vulnerable, just as shaky when he touched you just right. But this time, it was only him. Him, exposed and desperate. Him, on the receiving end of all your sinful words. No distractions, no other motive, just him.

He thinks he might just combust if you keep this up.

Little did he know, that was the plan.

You dip your head down low, nuzzling against his clothed length with a soft moan. Feeling how achingly hard he was, the pressure of it against your cheek when you rubbed up to him. His hips jolt at the contact, a strangled noise leaving his lips.

Your eyes flick upwards, and you see him watching you - his gaze equal parts aroused and in disbelief as you part your lips. “I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry.” You murmur as your hands drift down his body to splay against his hipbones, holding him in place even as he tried to rut up towards you impatiently. “Just gotta be patient. Sit back and relax, okay?”

Easier said than done. Especially when you stick your tongue out and drag it against the length of his clothed cock. “So hard for me already.” You coo softly against the fabric, lips brushing against him in the most tantalizing way. “You look so good like this, you know? So hot.”

Toby thinks he genuinely might fucking pass out. The sight of you, mouthing against the tent in his boxers, face flushed and eyes dark, makes him feel woozy. Not to mention, you just keep talking. Just one layer away from his throbbing desire, showering him with compliments in that sweet, sweet voice of yours.

If you’re not careful, he might just cum before you even get him fully bare.

(You’re aware that’s a possibility, but would that really be so bad?)

“Y-You-“ Toby’s voice chokes off when you bring a hand downwards, leaving his hip to cup his length instead. Curling around it through the fabric of his underwear, squeezing with just enough pressure to make his vision go blurry against the edges. “J-Jesus fuck, you’re one t-to talk.” He manages out, voice trembling and wracked with stutters.

You hum softly with a sly smile on your lips, before pressing a kiss to the head of his cock.

“Maybe…” You murmur softly. “But this isn’t about me.” You lift your head up, hand still pressed against him but your lips wander. Tracing the his happy trail with a line of sloppy kisses, smearing spit against his scalding skin with each one. “This is about you.” His muscles tense up under your lips, abs flexing beneath you each time you make contact with his skin.

Slowly, you start to move your hand. Stroking him lazily as you drag your tongue against him, revelling in all the little whimpers and moans you can hear him trying to hold back. “This is about how much I love you,” You nip at his hipbone lightly, and you would swear his entire body jolted. “About how good you are to me.” You rub your thumb against the head of his cock through the fabric, and he’s hissing through his teeth. “How you deserve all this, and more.”

You can feel him throbbing under your palm, twitching every so often and so incredibly hard. If this were any other night, he’d probably be balls deep in your leaking cunt by now, but this wasn’t any other night.

As you had told him so explicitly, this was completely and utterly about him, and him alone.

“B-Baby-“ Toby’s gasping out when you squeeze him softly, right as your mouth starts to suck a red mark just above the waistband of his underwear. “Y-You gotta- I can’t-“ His words are strained and hoarse, like he’s forcing them out - and when your gaze lifts to look at him you can see why.

His head is tilted back now, jaw tense and muscles taught as his chest heaves with every shaking breath. He’s flushed all over, right down to his collarbones, and his hands are gripping the couch so tight his knuckles are going white. There’s a glint of light, and that’s when you notice the line of drool running down his neck. “I need- need to feel you. Puh-Please. D-Du wirst mich b-brechen.”

When he slips into his mother tongue, that’s how you know you’ve really gotten him good. Usually, that only really happens when he’s already deep down your throat, so to hear it before even properly touching him makes your heart jump in your chest.

He’s such a mess already. Such a beautiful, trembling mess.

His eyes, which had previously been squeezed shut, flutter open when he feels your actions still momentarily, and- Holy fuck, is he about to cry?

You can see it, the glassy sheen, making his eyes glitter when the low lights of the living room hit them. His eyelashes are damp and clumping together, and his bottom lip trembles when he releases it from where he had been gnawing it between his teeth. “S-Sei nicht gemein.” His voice quivers, and you think for a moment that you might just be a little bit of a sadist - because you don’t think he’s ever looked more lovely.

But you won’t push him. Not tonight.

“Am I being mean?” You ask softly, eyes locked on his when you shimmy down his body again. His breath catches in his throat when your lips hover over him once more - breathing out a hot puff of air against the dampened material. “I’m sorry, baby. Wasn’t trying to be. Just wanted to see if you tasted as good as you look.”

You finally, finally start to tug on his boxers. “You do, by the way.” Lower and lower you pull them, until his cock springs free just inches from your face - hitting the tensed muscles of his stomach with a slap. The moment you catch sight of him, you quickly understand why he’s so bent out of shape.

He looks painfully hard, his length flushed red and leaking at the tip as it throbs against his skin. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen him more worked up than he was now. And you’re a lot of things, but you’re not cruel.

You said you were going to take care of him, and so that’s exactly what you’d do.

You wrap a hand around the base of him, fingers curling into a gentle grip, and Toby has to fight to not just cum from that alone. Your hands, so soft and tender, felt like an angel’s touch. His chest heaves, a gasping breath leaving him when you start to slowly pump his cock. Gathering up all the sticky mess at the tip to slide it back down, grip with just the right amount of pressure, thumb dipping into his slit on each upstroke.

“H-Hah-“ Toby sinks into the cushions, mouth dropping open as soft little pants leave his lips. “Y-You.. Fuck, I l-love you.”

“Love you more, baby.” You murmur back to him, then you’re finally dipping your head down to where it needs to be. Your lips part, and you stick your tongue out before dragging it flat up the length of him - eyes on him the entire time.

Toby’s becoming increasingly convinced you’re trying to send him into cardiac arrest.

The sight of you, looking so lovely and sweet as you peer up at him through your eyelashes. Your hand languidly moving against him as you give a few kitten licks to the tip of his cock. Lapping up his precum greedily. It’s like, the perfect combination of cute and provocative, and so he really can’t help it when his hips buck up towards you eagerly. Especially not when you circle your lips around him.

“A-Ah, Scheiße-“ He hisses out, eyebrows screwing together when you start to sink your mouth down onto him - your hand still working every inch you hadn’t swallowed up yet. You’re so warm and wet, cheeks hollowing around him as you take more and more of him in. Lower and lower your head sinks, and by the time he’s bumping against the tense muscles of your throat - Toby’s thighs are already trembling beneath you.

His whole body, is trembling actually. Ragged huffs of breath spilling from his lips, along with a flurry of gasps and moans then send a bolt of heat straight down to your gut. His voice has become increasingly raspy, a fact that has you shifting your thighs together as you work to take him all. Even more so when he lets out a soft whimper before whispering; “Y-You feel so good.” The words come out as more of a whine than anything else, so desperate and overwhelmed. “D-Du fühlst dich wie H-Himmel.”

You let out a little hum in response around him, and the vibrations it lets out makes his toes curl. It’s when you take in a deep breath through your nose and sink down even lower, that his eyes are rolling back.

Your nose bumps against his pelvis, nuzzling into the soft fuzz there as his dick slides all the way into your throat - muscles wrapping around him like a glove. A soft gag from you just makes them tighten around him further, and he’s choking out a strangled cry.

You feel it when a shaking hand comes to rest on top of your head, desperate in the way his fingers immediately curl into your hair. Tugging a little too hard, maybe, but you really can’t blame him. Besides, the sting it produces isn’t even an annoyance either - it feels nice. Feels like he’s clinging onto you for dear life. Like he’d crumble apart if he ever were to let go.

Your tongue darts out, and then you’re licking up the small pool of spit that had already begun to accumulate around the base. When you start to pull your head up, an absolutely filthy slurping sound accompanies the action.

It rings in Toby’s ears, only further spiking the temperature of the heat he was completely consumed in. With laboured breathing his head is spinning, legs twitching and trembling beneath you - fingers wrapped in the strands of your soft hair. He wants to keep watching you - how your lips stretch around him, the sight of his length disappearing into your throat with each bob of your head - but it’s really a struggle.

He can barely keep his eyes open, and even when they are his vision is fogged up and unfocused. He is able to still make out how lovely you look though, flushed pink with a paralyzingly potent look of desire in your eyes. Tears cling to your lashes before they start running down your cheeks, and yet you just keep pushing. Taking his whole length every time you bring your head down, eyebrows furrowing together at the feeling of him filling your throat.

And he just can’t help himself.

The hand on your head gives an experimental bit of pressure, just seeing how you’d react. You nuzzle into his palm as your drag your tongue back up his cock, meeting his eyes with a gaze that left no questions. ‘Go ahead’. It said. ‘Do whatever you want’.

His fingers twitch. You had really meant it when you said this was all about him.

Almost hesitantly, Toby uses his grip on your hair to tug you w upwards, revelling in the way your tongue dragged against him along the way. When you’re left with just the tip enclosed in your lips, he lets out a shuddering breath. “S-So fuckin’ pretty.” He murmurs, absolutely entranced by the display in front of him. “Womit ha-habe ich dich verdient?”

Your eyes sparkle with unshed tears, and he’s completely captivated. Slowly, he pulls you back down - lips suctioning to the taut skin as you suck him back in.

He just can’t take it anymore. His head lols back against the couch’s armrest, eyes squeezing shut as wave after wave of white hot ecstasy washes over his entire body. He feels like he’s drowning in it, his head stuffed with cotton as he gasps for air. With his jaw hung open, he can absently feel the slickness as drool pools in his mouth before rolling down his chin - but he’s too far gone to even care about it.

It runs down the slope of his neck, dirtying the collar of his sweater and leaving his skin glistening. It’s just too good. You’re too good. Taking everything he was giving you so eagerly, letting him bob your head up and down on him without so much as a little whimper of complaint.

You were just eating him up. Slurping up the mess you were both creating happily, flicking your tongue against the tip every time he pulled you up. You can tell he’s incredibly close. Hell, he’d probably been holding it back for awhile now. Throbbing and twitching against your tongue, so hot and hard it felt like he might just burst any moment.

“SS-So good- So- hah- Fuck, you’re amazing.” His words are barely more than mindless babble, slurred and shaky as they pour out between moans. It’s like you’ve melted him, reducing him to a puddle of mush that you were lapping up eagerly.

Any issues from before had been wiped away completely. The fatigue, lingering frustration and annoyance from how the day had played out - it’s all gone. You’re the only thing that existed right then. You, and that glorious mouth of yours. “I’m- I’m so close, b-baby. I can’t. F-Fühlt sich zu g-gut an.”

If your mouth wasn’t stuffed full you would’ve cracked a grin.

He’s a pitiful sight right now, really. Skin smeared with drool and sweat, eyes screwed shut with tears clinging to his lashes. He’s a trembling, twitching mess - filling the air with strained whimpers and gravelly moans.

You can’t help but feel a little proud of yourself, for reducing him to such a state.

Your hands, which had been resting on his thighs, drift upwards. Over his hipbones, under the hoodie that he still donned - pushing it up to his chest. His muscles are so tense, abs more prominent than ever as they contract and relax with each nod of your head. You splay your palms wide against the skin, and Toby’s so sensitive now that he quite literally jolts at the touch.

He felt like his nerves had gone into overdrive, the simplest touch from you sending sparks of pleasure through his entire body. Your hands against him left what felt like two burning handprints against his abdomen, tingling wherever your skin met his. You feel his cock throb when he reaches your throat once more, and you know just how to push him over.

Curling your fingers, you slide your hands down his stomach - dragging your nails against the sensitive flesh as you do so. You feel his muscles convulse beneath your palms, and Toby’s letting out a sound closer to a sob than anything else as his hips kick up towards you. “A-Ah, fuck- D-Du bringst mich um.” His grip on your hair is definitely painful now, tugging at your hands so harshly that the sting is undeniable. His bucking hips start to stutter, choked off whimpers spilling from his lips before he’s gasping; “I can’t- I c-can’t, baby-“

You hum around him in encouragement, rubbing your thumbs over his hipbones in slow soothing circles. That little gentle touch, is what seemed to be the final straw.

Toby lets out a broken cry as his hips buck into your mouth, and then his shoulders are drawing back as his release hits him like a ton of bricks. It’s a pitiful sound really, a long drawn out whine followed up by a few cracked sobs of pleasure as stars dance behind his eyes.

He spills into your mouth, coating your tongue white with rope after rope of sticky warmth. You take it all like you had been starving for it - suckling at the tip to draw it all out as he squirmed and gasped on the couch beneath you. Was it too much? Maybe, but he just tasted so good - and the sounds he was making were even more delicious. It’s really hard to find the will to stop.

You don’t let up until he has to beg you to. “B-Baby- ‘S too muh-much-“ He’s whimpering out, cheeks moist with tears as his eyes flutter open to gaze down at you. He’s sniffling and shaking when you finally release him with a soft ‘pop’, and you press a kiss to the tip before you let go of him completely.

Another kiss meets the skin just below his belly button as you reach down to gently tuck him back into his boxers. His skin is still so hot to the touch, and his thighs tremble when your fingers lightly graze them.

Slowly your eyes lift as you bring your head up, and you meet gazes with Toby’s hazy ones. He looks so sated and satisfied, limbs practically limp as they sprawl against the couch cushions. Still though, he finds the energy to lift his arms and grab at you. “C’mere.” He mumbles softly, already tugging you close before you can even agree (not that you’d ever protest).

You sink into his arms easily, your body pressed to his - exchanging heat, sweat, and everything in between. Your hand lifts, and then you’re cupping his face once more, gently wiping away some of the drool on his cheek with the sleeve of your sweater.

“So sweet.” You whisper softly, tracing the curve of his jaw with your thumb. Toby’s staring up at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky, lovestruck eyes half hidden behind drooping lids. “I love you.”

His lips stretch into a lazy smile, forming those little creases in his cheeks that you adore so much. He leans into your touch, a soft little sound of contentment leaving his lips. Then, he reaches up with a shaky hand. It finds a home back in your hair again, cupping the back of your head tenderly before he’s pulling you in closer.

“L-Love you more.” He answers back in a soft breath, one that washes over your lips before he closes the gap between you.

His lips are slick and the kiss is sloppy, but you melt into it regardless - moaning softly into his mouth when he nips at your bottom lip.

He can taste himself on your tongue when he licks into your mouth, a fact that makes a shiver go down his spine. He can still picture you, every time he closes his eyes - nestled between his thighs. So beautiful, and so determined to make him feel good.

Quite clearly, you had succeeded.

Toby’s reluctant to pull away, content with just lazily sliding his tongue against yours as you let out the sweetest noises that he just swallows right up. But, he does anyway, and a thin line of saliva connects the two of you for a moment as he pulls his head back.

Somehow, he looks even more smitten than before. “I think…” His fingers move, lightly scratching soothing patterns against your scalp. “I th-think we should have a later d-dinner. I don’t really want t-to let you move any time ss-soon.”

You let out a soft giggle and nod, easily conceding as you snuggle into him further. Your head comes to rest on his chest once more, and you breathe out a soft little sigh. His hand slides upwards, gently petting the top of your head.

“Sounds good to me.” You murmur.

Toby lets out a tired little hum, letting you lounge against him as his head tilts back once more - resting against the cushions. He can feel your heartbeat thumping against his skin, the weight of your body against his a comforting pressure.

His eyes flutter shut, and he lets out a tired breath.

He’s asleep mere moments later.

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HOOOOOWEEEE I had a BLAST writing this! loved this concept so much I banged this whole thing out in a couple hours no breaks

something about a man crying and whimpering will do it to me every time

if any of you reading are waiting for me to post part two of my one toby fic it is being edited as we speak! just wanted to get a few asks done first - thank you for being patient <3

and as always thank you for reading!

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koiukiy-o · 2 months ago

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orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing, beyond ordinary understanding. ─── 008 (II). the disquiet.

-> summary: when you, a final-year student at the grove, get assigned to study under anaxagoras—one of the legendary seven sages—you know things are about to get interesting. but as the weeks go by, the line between correlation and causation starts to blur, and the more time you spend with professor anaxagoras, the more drawn to him you become in ways you never expected. the rules of the academy are clear, and the risks are an unfortunate possibility, but curiosity is a dangerous thing. and maybe, just maybe, some risks are worth taking. after all, isn’t every great discovery just a leap of faith? -> pairing: anaxa x gn!reader. -> tropes: professor x student, slow burn, forbidden romance. -> wc: 1.2k -> warnings: potential hsr spoilers from TB mission: "Light Slips the Gate, Shadow Greets the Throne" (3.1 update). main character is written to be 21+ years of age, at the very least. (anaxa is written to be around 26-27 years of age.) swearing, mature themes, suggestive content.

-> a/n: um... surprise anaxa pov? mini update once again bc i couldnt help myself. hes a loser and i have no self control i fear... welcome home professor and fuck you very much for ruining my LIFE. i hope you guys like it! <3 next update NOT coming soon bc its going to need a LOT OF RESEARCH !! but it will come, hehe. -> prev. || next. -> orphic; the masterlist.

Anaxagoras sits unnaturally still, save for the occasional, minute twitch of his finger against the trackpad. The inbox is open again—has been, for the last thirty-seven minutes. He’s refreshed it thirteen times. Fourteen. He does not look at the time.

The email remains unread.

No reply.

Of course not.

He closes the tab. Opens another. Reopens the inbox. As if that would change the outcome.

He leans back, then forward, spine stiff and aching with tension he refuses to acknowledge. His other hand flexes once against the armrest, fingers curling in tight, rhythmic spasms. He imagines, absurdly, that he can will the message into existence by the precise calibration of his breathing: inhale, two beats, exhale, one. Inhale. Exhale.

Footsteps behind him. Soft. Familiar. The cadence of someone who does not knock.

“I thought you only hovered when you were revising a grant proposal,” says a voice, dry as old paper.

Cerces.

Anaxagoras doesn’t turn. “You’re early.”

She shrugs. He hears it in her voice. “You’re transparent.”

He ignores that. She crosses the office anyway, folds herself into the spare chair without invitation, like she’s amused by how much it bothers him.

“You know,” she says, glancing toward the screen, ��for someone who claims to detest inefficiency, you’re wasting an awful lot of neural bandwidth watching that inbox not blink.”

He keeps his tone level. “I’m waiting for a reply.”

“Oh, I gathered.” Her smile is all teeth. “From the little prodigy, yes?”

“Pathetic,” she says lightly. “You’ve hit refresh so many times, the poor thing’s going to short-circuit.”

“I’m expecting–”

Cerces glides in, unimpressed. “You’re brooding. Badly. Honestly, it’s unbecoming. You usually pace.”

Cerces taps her nail idly against the edge of the desk. “Sent them my paper on subjective structure, did you?” She lifts a brow. “Bold.”

“It was relevant.”

“To their project, or to you?” she asks, with mock-innocence. “Can’t tell anymore. You sent out less reading than usual this term. Except to them.”

Anaxagoras does not dignify that with a response.

Cerces hums, leaning back in the chair like a cat preparing to nap on his thesis notes. “No wonder you’ve been unbearable all day,” she muses. He closes the inbox.

Cerces, satisfied, stands. “Just admit it’s getting to you.”

“It isn’t.”

“Oh, it’s absolutely getting to you.” She adjusts her coat. “You know what I think? I think you’ve finally found a student who doesn’t need your approval to be brilliant, and it’s making you—” she lifts a hand, gesturing vaguely at his expression—“like this.”

She’s halfway to the door when she adds, lightly: “It’d be romantic, if it weren’t so predictable.”

The door clicks shut behind her.

Anaxagoras stares at the inbox again.

Then he clicks refresh.

Just once more.

Anaxagoras locked the door behind him with a muted click, the old brass deadbolt sliding home with a satisfying weight. He stood there for a moment, coat still draped over one arm, his keys resting loosely in his hand.

The apartment was dim, lit only by the soft, residual glow filtering in from the streetlights outside. Dromas stirred from her place on the windowsill, her feline silhouette stretching languidly, but didn’t bother to cross the room to greet him. She knew his rhythms too well to expect anything different tonight.

He exhaled, low and measured, setting his folio and coat onto the small entry table. His movements were deliberate—almost mechanical. He loosened his cuffs, folded them back neatly, crossed the room to the kitchen only to stop halfway there, hands half-lifted in the faint, aborted gesture of making tea he didn’t really want.

Instead, he turned, leaning back against the counter’s edge, arms crossing over his chest as he stared into the middle distance.

It should have been a straightforward afternoon.

He had predicted the conversation. He had anticipated the questions—sharp, incisive, urgent in a way most students couldn’t muster even on their best days. He had even foreseen the almost inevitable moment when he would have to reveal that he had submitted the symposium application on your behalf weeks ago.

What he hadn’t anticipated was the look you gave him.

Not gratitude—that would have been easier to dismiss. Gratitude was impersonal, clean, academic. He could have tucked it neatly away with every other minor debt and favor exchanged in the endless currency of university life.

No—what unsettled him was that you had looked at him as if you understood. The warmth of it, the raw, unguarded recognition—it lodged under his ribs like a splinter.

Anaxagoras dragged a hand through his hair, the gesture more frustrated than he would have allowed anyone to see.

It wasn’t improper.

It wasn’t wrong.

You were brilliant—deserving. Your mind had already begun to unfurl in ways that few others' ever could. It would have been criminal not to give you the chance to sit in that room with Cerces and the others, to sharpen yourself against the brightest, most dangerous minds the field had ever produced.

And yet—

He pushed off the counter sharply, crossing the room to the bookshelf by the window. His fingers skimmed across the worn spines without truly reading any of the titles.

And yet there was an edge to it he could not name—a precarious, almost gravitational pull that had nothing to do with academics.

He had always prided himself on his ability to compartmentalize. To categorize attachments neatly away from the crisp structures of logic and methodology he demanded of his work.

But when you had stood across from him this afternoon, tablet still glowing faintly in your hands, passion and ambition thrumming just beneath the surface of your carefully controlled demeanor—

He had wanted.

Not just to teach.

Not just to challenge.

He wanted to see what would happen if you didn’t hold back. If you let that mind—the one so few even recognized as extraordinary—unfurl without apology or restraint.

To watch you unmask the depths of yourself, raw and unfiltered, free from the weight of expectation. He longed to see you, not as the student you so often hid behind, but as the person you were when you let go of the barriers you had so carefully constructed. He wasn’t just waiting to be impressed—he wanted to be seen by you, to be part of that unfolding, as if by witnessing it, he could catch a glimpse of something he had only dared to touch in the quiet spaces of his own soul.

He closed his eyes briefly, jaw tightening.

Cowardice isn’t always irrational.

Cerces' words. He understood them now, in a way he hadn’t when she first said them years ago, with that half-smile and a glint in her eye that hinted at the ruins she was quietly accepting.

If he was careful, this would pass. The symposium would come and go. You would find larger horizons to chase. That was the plan. That was the only rational outcome.

Dromas jumped down from the sill, padding over to rub herself against his leg. He bent down, absently running a hand along her back. She purred once, low and approving.

"You," he said softly, as if the cat could understand the accusation laced into the word, "have far fewer complications."

-> next.

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captain-bubble-wrap · 4 months ago

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since papi is here to stay imagine him with the reader and like him calling himself papa/papi instead of like dada or daddy

I AM SO SORRY THIS GOT LOST IN MY INBOX! 💔

Last night had been horrible. Both you and Auston had been up half the night, up and down until the sun had come up. Crying, screaming, and an unwillingness to lay down, had been the trifecta that lead to one of the worst nights the two of you had had since becoming new parents.

"Why don't you get some sleep, babe?" Auston whispered, watching you pace the floor with the baby in your arms. "I can take over from here."

You looked at him, eyes heavy and body pained from hours of walking circles. Sleep sounded so good -even just the thought- but with how much pain you were in, you wondered if you'd even be able to get any rest if given the chance. "C'mon, you look like you're about to fall asleep standing up."

His arms were outstretched, waiting for you to go along with his plan but you were reluctant. It wasn't because you didn't think he couldn't handle it, but you felt like you were getting close to some sort of breakthrough. But, on the other hand, maybe you were delusional?

"I'm gonna draw you a bath,, then it's my turn, okay? You deserve the break."

Before you could tell him no, he had already slipped out of the room, leaving you to continue bouncing the fussy baby who simply refused to nap. The searing pain across your shoulders burned with each movement you took; your feet ached, causing pain to radiate up your legs and settling in your lower back. Auston simply couldn't return soon enough, and when he did, you finally understood why he wanted you to take a break.

"Go on, mama. My turn." His smile was so warm, so inviting; his voice soft and full of love. "Take some time to yourself. We'll be alright."

Less reluctantly than before, you let Auston take your baby into his arms before giving you a soft kiss to your forehead. Slowly, due to the stiffness in your body, and the corresponding pain, you left the bedroom and went into adjoining bathroom. You'd get undressed as fast as you could and fully submerge yourself in the hot water. Like a rope being unraveled, the tension slowly melted away bit by bit and you'd finally allow your eyes to fall closed, although careful not to fall asleep.

After maybe thirty minutes or so, you wrapped yourself in one of Auston's robes and went to see how things were going, since you hadn't heard any crying. Silently, you wandered back into the bedroom where Auston was sitting on his side of the bed --his back to you--quietly talking to your baby.

"Shhh, shh, it's alright. It's alright. Papa's right here."

You'd put your fingers to your lips, smiling at the heartwarming moment you felt you were eavesdropping on. Auston was such a soft soul; a teddy bear when he felt comfortable enough to let his personality come through. Since becoming a father, it was like you had discovered a whole new side of him and it was such a wonderful journey to be on. But this moment? This was something different because he didn't know you were watching him.

You'd relish the memory for a moment before quietly making your way over to them. "How's it going?" You asked, laying your hand softly on his shoulder.

Auston smiled up at you, "We're alright, how are you?"

"I'm better, thank you. Need some help?"

He just shook his head, "No, mama, get some rest. I'm going to put this little one down for awhile then I'll come join you. You've done enough for today."

You'd give him a kiss before he rose to his feet. You could tell in his movements, that he was also feeling the effects of being up with so few hours of sleep. He was the best partner you could have ever asked for; one so selfless when it came to fatherly responsibilities. Turning back the covers of your bed, you'd wait for him to return before allowing yourself to succumb to any amount of rest you were granted. Thankfully, after just a few minutes, Auston returned to your bedroom -- his eyelids heavy with exhaustion.

"Come here, papi," you motioned, "Come to bed."

"What a night," he exhaled, nearly falling into the bed. "I don't think I've ever felt so tired."

"Me either," you replied, your sigh expressing more than your words. "We should probably get some sleep incase it starts again."

Auston looked at you concerned, "Please, not so loud... Don't tempt Fate like that, mama. I need more than just a two hour nap."

His words made you smile. You told him you'd take first shift so he could get some beauty sleep. Thankfully, his eyeroll was accompanied with a smile, or else you thought you may have hurt his feelings.

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wonderlandwalker · 1 year ago

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After all these years | Finnick Odair x reader

thg masterlist / inbox

summary: You think he no longer cares, and he thinks you're better off without him. But the reaping for the 75th hunger games puts a dent in both of those thoughts

word count: 1.0k

tags / content warnings: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, insinuations of smut, kissing, once again not proofread

requested by @rottingpeache: absolutely need to see enemies to lovers with finnick. “I really don’t like you.” “And I really don’t believe you.”

a/n: no clue if this is actually enemies to lovers or just a poor attempt at it. I'm gonna go take a nap now but there is more coming cause the requests sparked something in me again so thank you to everyone who sent them!!

None of you had expected it to happen, how could you? But you've learned by now there is no point in fighting it either. So when you heard Mags’ name being called out and you volunteered in her stead, you suppose it was simply out of habit. In a world like this, the only thing that makes you feel like you are surviving is helping others do the same thing. As you stepped forward you could see the cameras zooming in on your face, trying to capture every expression you were making. You saw the cameras do the same for Finnick. Years of being in an unwelcome spotlight had made his poker face almost unbreakable, but the small furrow of his eyebrows and the twitch in his gallant smile told you everything you needed to know.

It wasn't until the next day that he first spoke to you. Over the years you would see each other, of course, you would talk. But at all the events and all the parties you did nothing more than exchange pleasantries. But now he came out of your peripheral vision and cornered you against the wall behind you with his broad arms.

“What were you thinking, this might be the stupidest thing you've ever done.” His demeanour seemed angry, he seemed serious. But you had no reason to match it, you just wanted to get under his skin like he got under yours.

“Be careful what you say, you might actually be the stupidest thing I’ve done.” you wondered if he remembered, if he remembered the night you had spent together so many years ago, it had been the best night of your life, and you had no idea if he even remembered. If he did, he didn't let it show.

“Did you even think it through? You survived the arena once, and only barely, what makes you think you’ll make it out alive again.” His voice was a low rasp, and if you didn't know better, you'd say he sounded upset. But you knew better, Finnick had shown you his true colours when he started avoiding you, and you did remember that.

“I wasn't thinking, how could I? All I could think about was Mags having to go through it all again, you more than anyone else know she deserves better.” you were looking him in the eyes now, and it took all of your willpower not to melt. “My games weren’t that long ago, I did it then and I’m still here, I can do it again.” He stepped closer to you, eliminating the remaining space between your bodies, his chest against yours, and you could feel his heart skip a beat as he spoke.

“Exactly, I was there, and it damn near broke me too. I was there to piece you back together. But I won’t watch it happen to you again, I can’t let it happen. Because what if I’m not there this time, what if I'm not there to put you back together.” There was a stark contrast between his face and his voice. As you looked at him you saw his eyes soften, and it gave you a glimpse of the Finnick you once knew. But his voice was still filled with anger, and it snapped you back to reality.

“And how would you know what I can and cannot handle.” You were challenging him now, but he had you matched.

“Because I know you. Even if you don’t believe so, I know what youre like, I know how you think. You might believe I forgot, that I ignore you and go on with my life as if nothing happened. But if you were to actually think for one second you would see that I’m simply doing what's best for you, I just want what’s best for you but now you’ve gone and ruined all of it in one day.

You’re at a loss for words, because maybe he was right, maybe you had gone and messed up everything with a single sentence at the reaping. But maybe everything was finally making a turn for the better, because for the first time, he was telling you he cared. And you’re thankful to finally see his thoughts shine through, but you’re overwhelmed too. So you turn around, you turn away from him, wanting to escape the confrontation. Except he’s not letting you go, not this time

“I really don’t care what you think Finnick.” You weren’t sure if you believed your own words, but you needed to get away from him.

“And I really don’t believe you.” You tried shrugging him off again, and you were about to turn away from him when you felt him grab onto your arm and pull you into him. As you looked up you could feel his eyes fixed on yours.

And so you do the only thing you can think of, you do the thing you want most in this moment right here, you kiss him. You tell yourself that consequences be damned, because even if he will hate you for it, even if you’ll regret it later, at least you have this one moment to get yourself through it, at least you didn't let your fears of losing him completely win this time. You kiss him as if everything will be okay, because when you feel his lips start to move in sync with yours, it is.

For a moment you think everything will resolve itself and you and Finnick can live together in a small house near the beach. For a moment you forget how much you hate him for everything he put you through. Because in this moment, if life could be like this moment, you’d forgive him for all of it. And you don't know it yet, but he’s even more scared than you are.

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averyspizookies · 3 months ago

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Chapter 2

Hey guys!I was truly expecting no one to read chapter one lol, so. im so greatfull for all the people that did!! I really really appreciate reblogging and tagging!! Help me get some reach y’all im very new. :) again thank you all so very much and my inbox is wide open. If you’ve ever thought of a prompt you want to read send it and I’ll write it. Truly there’s nothing I’ll say no to. (Well expect yknow insane shit)

Pairing: Paige x Azzi, friends to lovers slow burn

September 13th, 2023.

Azzi POV:

The sun is attacking my eyesight as soon as I wake up, it’s quickly accompanied by a banging and throbbing force in my head.

Forcing myself out of bed, I glance at the clock

6:23

What the fuck am I doing awake so early.

I’m startled out of my thoughts as my door swings open.

“Good afternoon sunshine!!”

I love Caroline I really do, but at this moment I want her to shut her mouth and never open it again.

“Get outtt please i’m dead, can’t you have any sympathy for the dead caro?”

“Nope, your gonna be late, we’ve gotta get going Az, -were you taking a nap?” Caroline says standing a little too confindently where her hands crossed over her chest.

“What do you mean nap? I just woke up Car?”

“Azzi it’s 6! PM! We have team dinner at 7”

Shit.

I suddenly have a burst of energy at this statement realizing fuck, I’m gonna be late and look hungover in front of my teammates, and Paige.

Paige,

Paige who showered me last night, Paige who carried me to bed and helped me get changed, Paige who stayed up with me till I feel asleep, worrying I was gonna be sick again.

Paige who I think saw blushing while I was showering?

Why is my heart racing at this, why do I care what she sees me like?

“Azzi? Azzi Fudd?” Caroline claps.

“Okay, okay yeah, just please make me a cup of coffee I’ll get ready.”

Caroline mumbles as she walks out of my dorm towards the kitchen leaving me standing in the middle of my dorm.

6:25 Pm.

Okay yeah, I’ve gotten ready in less time. I just need to leave at 6:50 to get to the restaurant, which gives me… 25 mintues to shower, change, do my hair and makeup.

Ugh.

Normally I wouldn’t even bother with makeup or hair, but for some reason I feel a pull to get ready today, wanting to look good for some reason I can’t place my finger on.

I stumble to the bathroom and turn on the shower, finding my discarded clothes from last night. I toss them to the side and hop in the shower.

The sent of Vanilla and lavender quickly fills the room while I wash my hair, giving me a slight calming feeling.

Last night suddenly hits me.

I remember leaving the party with Paige’s stupid excuse, and then falling sick shorty after, but there’s something else I remember too.

Paige being not her normal cocky self, but shy?

I could’ve sworn I saw her blush last night while I was in the shower, but it must’ve been just the lighting.

Paige is my best friend and a pretty big celebrity. She came out to me a while ago, even though it was never really a secret.

And I’ve known that girls are attracted to her, and with her aura of confidence, I don’t doubt it.

Why does that thought make my heart skip a beat?

But anyways, i’m sure Paige has had her share of incounters with girls, but all the ones I’ve seen her flirt with, even though I try not to look when it happens, are all stunning. Truly all models.

They’re normally shorter then her, and have long flowing hair and know how to do there makeup without it coming out like a 5 year old do it.

So why would she be blushing at me?

Yeah i’m not ugly, but I definitely don’t look like those girls. I’m talking 5’11 to be exact and even though my hairs gotten a lot longer it’s still curly and normally thrown in 2 braids or a bun.

I do get attention from people, but I don’t know how to flirt really, so it goes no where.

my train of thought is interrupted by knocking at the door.

“Az cmon, you got like 20 more minutes” Caroline shouts muffled behind the door.

“Okay!! Coming!!”

I stumble out of the shower quickly without rising all of my hair product out so i can style it a little bit,

I make my way to my closet and glance at the clock again

6:32. Ugh.

Looking at my closet I realize im gonna need some help.

“caro! Can you come in here!”

Caroline comes walking in with a cup of coffee in hand, thank god.

“What’s up Az? You gonna wear a towel to dinner?” Caroline teases

“No, but I need some help” I mumble out, suddenly feeling a little insecure.

with a nod from a Caroline to continue my sentence I take deep breath and gesture towards my closet

“I need help with what to wear, I wanna look hot.”

Caroline’s eye widen for a second before she leans back and crosses her arms again.

“ohhhh, you trying to impress a certain someone, maybe a certain someone on the boys basketball team who’s been in your DMs since last week?” Caroline drags out.

I totally forgot all about AJ,a guy, pretty cute,on the baksetball team who’s texted me a few times.

I just assumed he was being friendly since were both freshman but with the way shes saying it, maybe I’m wrong..

But because I don’t really know why I want to look good tonight, I decide that’s a pretty good excuse.

“Yeah sure, whatever just make me hot please.” I say flopping down on my bed.

Caroline gets to work in my closet throwing things out.

After a minute or so she holds up a dress, a black one I completely forgot I even owned,

The dress isn’t anything too crazy but definitely not something i’d normally grab, but seeing as the restaurants a little nicer maybe it’s not the worst idea.

She quickly pulls out another outfit option.

A black fitted button up, with a black mini pencil skirt, and she’s holding along with it a push-up bra that has to be from 7th grade.

“I said make me hot, not make me a hooters worker.” I say glancing up at her smirk.

“trust me Az this is the prefect mix between, ‘yeah I’m smart and sweet’ and ‘yeah I’m hot as fuck’ cmon just try it!”

Reluctantly, I get up and grab the shirt, skirt, and stupid bra. I give her a death look before moving into the closet and shutting the door.

It takes me a quick second to put on the outfit, the shirt is a little tighter than the last time I tried it on, but still fits. Just slim now.

And the skirt is a little more filled out since the last time I wore it too.

I step out and Caroline’s eyes immediately widen. Along with an ever growing smirk on her lips

“Shut up caro, seriously does this make me look like a slut?” I ask moving towards my full body mirror on my wall,

“No it doesn’t,” Caroline says moving towards my front

she takes another step foward towards me and reaches for my shirt, without giving me time to process, she’s unbuttoned 2 of the buttons on my shirt making the shirt open a little farther down, showing some cleavage, a lot more then I’m used too.

“are you kidding! I should just wave a sign saying ‘look at my boobs! There hanging out for all to see!” I shout at her,

“Shut up Azzi, it’s not that bad it’s stilll enough to make people stare, but not too much to make people judge” Caroline says taking a step back to look at me fully.

I turn back around to the mirror, and maybe she’s right,

I look diffferent, the skirt hugs my hips and brings out my curves along with the very slim fitting shirt that shows my defined body.

Maybe she knows what she’s doing.

6:37 PM

“Okay, okay now my hair, please help” I say taking my eyes off my reflection turning to look at Caroline.

“Just sit down, I know what to do, do your makeup while I do this. And none of that ‘just mascara shit’ your pretty without any makeup of course, but were going for a new Azzi tonight.” Caroline says while pulling out the chair to my vanity.

I have a lot of makeup yes, but I rarely use it, I mean, I’m an athlete, I just simply don’t have the time for it, or need.

But tonight. As I sit down and look in my vanity mirror, I wanna do something different,

While i’m applying a layer of concealer under my eyes, Caroline starts on my hair.

abut 10 mintues later, were both done. My makeup surprisingly looks petty good, it’s not anything crazy but it’s more then usual,

I have some concealer on, highlighter and some nose contour plus bronzer. Along with some winged eyeliner and mascara over my long lashes. I top it off with a darker lipgloss, and look in the mirror.

Caroline has done my hair perfectly,

Pulling it up with a claw clip, and slicking it back with two birds in the front framing my face, It looks beautiful but also effortless.

My hair being pulled up means you can see more of my chest and neck, which still are nice and tanned from the summer.

I can’t even think anything else before Caroline chimes in.

“If i was gay, i’d low key eat you out right now.”

“Caroline!!! What the hell” I say taken back by her out of pocket comment.

“No like totally Azzi, you look stunning. Your so pretty, I think your out doing me, which I hate for me but love for you.” Caroline says while placing her hands on my shoulders.

I stand from my vanity glancing at the time again, even if I didn’t like my appearance i’d have no time to change it, it’s 6:50 and we have to go now.

Me and Car both grab our wallets and phones, and put on our shoes and head out to the car.

Shortly we arrive to the restaurant, it’s pretty packed but our team has a reservation,

Me and Caroline walk in together and are taken back by the restaurant. I’m thanking the gods for putting some time into my apprernce because its a lot nicer then I expected.

The employees are all in suits and the whole building is dimly lit, only by some candles spread out and chandeliers over the bigger tables.

Outside, the sun has already set making it a little darker,

“hey Azzi, Car! Over here!!!” KK shouts

Clearly being KK she’s not phased by the looks she gets from people trying to enjoy there dinner in a peaceful manner, but that doesn’t matter.

I look over at the table, the rest of my team is already sat,

Me and Caroline share a look before beginning to walk over.

The team all look up and greet me and Caroline as we sit down.

I take a seat near the end of the table with one more open seat next to me and Caroline sits to my right.

I glance around the table and notice there’s a person missing, a certain blonde is left out of this group.

Just as I notice this ice grabs my attention.

“Damnnnnnn Azzi, didn’t know you could clean up this well, you looking like a snack!”

This statement by ice causes most of the attention from the table to fall on me, which quickly overwhelms me

The girls all say different versions of compliments, or at least I think compliments, some might be harssasing me?

Just as the harassment and fawning is in its peak a voice cuts through,

“What are we gushing over guys?” Paige says while walking toward the table.

My stomach does an unwelcomed flip.

Paige has her hair slicked back into a bun, with black and grey Jordan’s on, a simple silver chair peaking out over a gucci all black polo.

“Oh hey P, we’re just talking about how delicious Azzi looks, don’t you agree?” Ice replies,

Paige takes a seat without noticing me, sitting right next to me while I talk to Caroline, noticing her sitting next to me ,I subconsciously turn towards her.

“Hey P” I say coming out a little softer then I expected,

Paige doesn’t even reply, she just simply looks at me, her sight falling up and down taking in my whole body.

her eyesight falling right on my cleavage for a second too long, a shade a red starts to creep onto her cheeks and her neck.

“uh hi,—sorry, hey A-Azzi” Paige says reverting her eyesight to the widow quickly.

I take a mental note of this, and turn back to ice seeing that ice and KK are already staring towards me and Paige.

“Paige Bueckers, are you blushing right now!” KK shouts while laughing and pointing towards Paige,

This statment makes ice catch on too.

“She totally is! She just checked Azzi out!! Can you believe it, the rizzler Paige buckets starts stuttering over Azzi fudd.” Ice says in an exaggerated tone.

“Yo, shut up I’m not, I just, had something stuck in my throat” Paige says to them still not making complete eye contact.

“Ha sure, okay” Ice says throwing her hands up in mock surrender.

With this the table continues to have have side conversations, and start to forget about Paiges … situation.

“So, you’re not dead?” Paige says to me

“No i’m not, thanks to you.”

“No problem, I’ll always help, yknow, you were scarring me last night, you looked genuinely like a dead body.”

“Shut up P. I did not, i’m sure I looked stunning, per usual”

“Yeah, you kinda still did.” Paige says mumbling

“Aw paigeyy, did you just say that I’m the prettiest person you’ve ever seen even when I’m drunk?” I say batting my eye lashes obnoxiously,

Of course I’m teasing Paige because in reality, I have no clue why Paige said that, and I have no clue why on earth Paige was blushing while looking at me ,all I know is that I don’t want it to stop.

“Oh shut up Az, that’s not what I said at all and you know it” Paige says regaining gin her normal confident tone and smirk,

Soon after she says this, a waiter appears at our table. Right behind me.

“Hi y’all, i’ll be your sever tonight, my name is Marcos, and-

I turn around and meet his eyes when he stops his sentence.

“uh-uh yeah like I was s-saying,, um are you guys ready to order drinks?”

I hear ice snort and KK elbows her while looking down biting back her own laugh.

clearly the table is waiting for someone to speak up as the “designated speaker for the night” and reluctantly I start speaking.

I lock my eyes onto his and notice, he’s kinda cute, he’s pretty tall from what I can gauge in my seat, and he has wavy dark hair loose, but cut nicely, he so looks pretty in shape and his button up fits pretty snuggly around his arms.

ignoring this I start talking,

“Hi Marcos nice to meet you, excuse my friends, they don’t know how to behave, but I think we’ll all just have waters, maybe with some lemon in them, please.”

“Y-yeah, i’ll go grab those” Marcos says still making direct eye contact with me,

He lingers for a beat too long before disappearing into the restaurant.

I hear laughter being let out as soon as he’s out of ear shot.

“PSHHH Azzi, keep it in your pants” KK says raising her eyebrows up.

“yeah Az, that guy was eye fucking you,” Ice says before bracing her hands on the table,

“All right y’all, I got 20 saying Marcos asks Azzi out before the end of the night, whos in” Ice says to the table

“Ice!” I yell at her as a warning,

But I look around and see the majority of the table with the same expression all fumbling in their wallets and letting out quips about how he will or won’t.

I turn to complain to Caroline but am met by a horrid sight,

“Caro! Are you seriously betting on me right now.”

“Sorry Az, but it felt like I was interrupting something” She says shrugging.

My head falls into my hands but suddenly I feel tension to my left.

Paige is sitting there looking down at the table with an expression I’ve never seen on her face before.

“P, you good? You look like you wanna punch something.” I say putting my hand on her shoulder

“I’m good, Azzi.” Paige says coldly while pushing my hand off her,

A wave of hurt courses through me at this action, before I can say anything Marcos returns.

“Here you go,” He says while placing waters in front of each person, making his way down the table

“and here you go, gorgeous.” He says while putting the water directly infront of me before disappearing back into the restaurant.

Before I can react, Paige jolts up and starts walking fast towards where I can asssume the bathroom is.

“What’s her deal?” Ice says to Nika.

“I don’t know, but I have an idea.” Nika says while leaning back in her chair watching Paige go.

After a few mintues Paige returns and slips back into her seat.

“Hey”

“Hi.” Paige coldly returns

“You okay there?” I ask leaning into her space a little.

“Yeah Azzi, you don’t have to keep asking me.” Paige replies while reaches for her phone and looking down at it.

Feeling slightly rejected I turn to Caroline, tapping her on the shoulder.

I make a face at Caroline, gesturing towards Paige slyly.

Caroline answers by slugging her shoulders up, telling me she doesn’t know why she’s acting this way either.

I decide not to let it way on me too much, I know that something’s wrong with Paige, but I also know Paige won’t talk about it, especially in public.

Minutes pass that are filled with laughter and conversation as the group warms up more.

Another sever comes around to take or orders and Ice makes a quick comment asking where the “cute server” went.

The other waitress saying he went on break, but she’ll send him back if we want.

before anyone can say anything ice starts nodding her head and then places her order.

Conversation continues after our food order was placed, and it seems to be a good night, expect for Paige being uncharacteristically quiet, giving short answers or simply ignoring everyone whilst being on her phone tuned into a live NBA game.

After a while Marcos returns with the other waiter both holding food in their hands.

The waitress starts on the other end of the table while Marcos starts by putting food down to Caroline, skipping me and putting Paiges food down next, after this he returns back to me and sets my food down with a comment, “Best for last” he says with a wink.

I bush a little, caught off guard by the comment, so I send him a smile while turning around to my food.

“OOOOOhhhh” KK says while looking at me

“KK shut up” I say through my smile,

“Both of you shut up.” Paige cuts in

The table falls silent but it doesn’t seem to bother her, her eyes remaining on her NBA game,

The girls including me all look around at each other before quietly making conversation again,

Nika pulls out her phone and starts typing on it.

Shorty after I hear a notification chime on Paige’s phone which is met with her standing up, and Nika at the same time,both of them disappearing back towards the bathroom.

Once they are far enough I turn to KK,

“What is happening, it’s like Paige got a stick shoved up her ass.”

“I don’t know, ask Nika later, she seems to know more than us.” KK replies with picking up her food and taking a big bite.

Marcos come back, check in hand.

“Hey guys sorry to interrupt, but here’s the check for whenever you need,”

He places the check down in the middle of the table and ice nods at him, signaling she heard him,

With that I see him turn towards me.

I suddenly get a sinking feeling in my chest,

“Um, this is strange but you’re stunning, and I was wondering if I could get your number?”

My breath gets caught, I was not expecting that.

“Umm yea, Yeah sure.” I say fumbling for my phone.

I don’t know why i’m saying yes, but it’s like my brains on autopilot.

Give him my phone, open on contacts and look over at ice whos collecting 20 dollar bills.

I can’t do anything but roll my eyes before Macos gives me my phone back.

“Thank you, hope to see you soon, “ He say with a wink, while walking backwards and turning towards the back of the restaurant.

“I TOLD YALLL!” Ice shouts while waving her new 20 dollars bills at her self.

“Shush ice just eat your food.” I say rolling my eyes.

Caroline nudges me and nods her head up, making me tun around,

Paige and Nika are walking back towards the table.

Paige is walking, lacking her normal confidence, her mind seems somehwere else, and Nika looks, well, pissed to say the least.

They both sit down without saying anything and the table shares looks between each other.

With this new enegery the team eats quietly,

Before anyone can do anything. Paige throws 4- hundred dollar bills down on the table and gets up. Walking towards the door.

Nika huffs and gets up, following Paige.

The team watches them leave and get into their car, Nika starts driving off almost immediately.

Ice turns back from the window and claps her hands with an exhale.

“Well y’all, I guess dinners paid for, and I guess we’re done!” She says while nudging KK

No ones really wanting to stay after the disaster of a dinner we had, everyone starts making there way towards to exit while speaking low, presumably about Paiges dramatic exit.

It’s just me and Caroline remaining, and we start heading towards our car.

In the middle of our quiet drive back I get a text,

Marcos(server): Hey, would you be interested in dinner next weekend? :)

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sturniolo04 · 2 months ago

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Can you do one where Matt and his girlfriend are napping and Nick and Chris wake them up for a vlog and the whole vlog she’s quiet and grumpy,

A/n: ofc! I put a slight spin on it! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

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Matt knew when you didnt get enough sleep you tend to get and be in a bad or grumpy mood all day and this afternoon was no different.. Matt knew when you laid down to take that afternoon nap that you were just going to get woken up almost immediately because they had to vlog the rest of the day and go grocery shopping. So he should have known what he was in for. It wasn't a surprise.

"Sweetheart its time to get up"

matt whispers in your ear carefully moving the hair out of your face as you stir awake.

"mmm go away"

you mutter sleepily not wanting to wake up yet. Matt lets out a small chuckle leaving a few kisses on your temple. Chris and Nick walk into the room with the currently recording vlog camera.

"and here she is zoey the sleeping beauty"

chris exclaims as you begin to flutter your eyes open coming to the terms that you actually had to get up Chris put the camera in your face.

"chris get that shit out of my face"

you huff out covering your face with your freshly french manicured hands.

"dude seriously"

matt states to him nudging his shoulder.

"time to get up Zo we need to go get dinner and then get groceries and shit"

nick announces as chris and matt chuckle as you roll out of bed not attempting to change your outfit leaving on the clothes you took from matt's closet only putting on your comfy boots you wear all the time you were not having it rolling your eyes.

To say you didnt want to be out and about was and understatement.

"you okay my love"

matt asks as you all are standing in the candy aisle of the grocery store waiting for Chris to make up his mind about what he was getting in that aisle. You simply nod you head you completely went mute not very talkative simply because you were tired you wanted to go back to bed.

"you dont look like it get some energy"

nick chimes in coming up to the pair with the camera. You side eye nick and the camera.

"what is this fit zoey"

chris chuckles walking over to you guys looking at the outfit you were wearing that you didn't bother to change to before you all left.

"i literally dont know what to tell you I was having the best nap of my life in my boyfriends clothes and you guys just had to interrupt that"

you huff out kind of irritated. Nick and chris chuckle shaking their head slightly.

" you look good though"

matt adds on as you roll your eyes folding your arms over your chest.

"do i have to be here cant matt just take me home"

you ask geuninely ready to go home.

"uh no because im not letting him drive my car I drove us here"

chris replies holding up his car keys in his hand.

"well how much longer im tired"

you whine out flopping your arms to your side defeated.

"someones grumpy"

nick chuckles out panning the camera over to you once more.

"i will break it if you dont get that out of my face I'm serious"

you huff out being completely honest.

"okay how about this we be nice and just finish what we need to do and we can go home"

matt states pushing nick away from you so you dont have anymore issues.

You guys had finished grocery shopping and were knowing standing in another store because to random bags out ice chris apparently needed for a stupid bit they were filming when they got home. You still were completely out of it over the day already. There had to been something wrong; everything just seemed off with you.

"hey you okay whats going on with you you usually arent this grumpy after a short nap"

matt whispers to you coming over to you away from nick and chris who were filming whatever at this point for the vlog. You let of a frustrated sigh as you bring your hands into Matt's jacket sleeves you were wearing as the tears welled up in your waterline.

"whats wrong"

matt asks worried tilting his head down to look at you in the eye noticing you were about to start bawling.

"i didnt want to say anything but"

you trail off.

"but what you need a hug"

matt asks seeing your flustered state. You simply nodded you head 'yes' as he brought you into his chest threading his fingers to your hair.

"i started my period"

you quietly sniffle out.

'Uh no Zo"

Matt exclaims feeling bad that they gave you a hard time all afternoon for your mood and urge to go home.

"yeahhh"

you sniffle out dragging out the 'y' as you pull away from the hug looking up at him.

"okay we'll go home"

matt states as you nod your head.

"c-can wait are you two done here zoey actually needs to go home dead ass"

matt states to nick and chris as they look at him confused.

"i mean yeah but we have to still go get dinner right"

nick asks as chris nods his head in agreement with him. Matt rolls his eyes walking over to the pair.

"i know cant you two just uber or somewhere to get your food and then uber home shes like not feeling well"

matt reasons with them both as chris lets out a sigh handing matt the keys.

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landosjpg · 1 year ago

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Hi lovely, I’ve been thinking about Lando dating a doctor or nurse and she’s been working crazy shifts on a night rotation. They keep missing eachother and when she doesn’t come home one day, he goes to check up on her and finds her teary eyed staring into space in the on-call room because she just can’t fall asleep on her break 🥹

hi beautiful! this has been sitting on my inbox since forever, i’m so sorry 🥹 i hope you’re doing alright and hope you like it!

you had been having a rough week; work had been too busy for the last couple of days —nights, to be precise —and you were struggling to rest during your breaks, the exhaustion seeming to keep you on your toes more than to tire you. despite of how much you loved tour job, it sometimes got a little too much, and it was one of those weeks.

if that wasn’t enough, lando was also home for just a few days after a triple header and you couldn’t make your schedules match, meaning you had barely spent any time with your boyfriend.

he was patient, however, happy with the text and swift calls during your breaks before you hung up to take a quick, very much needed, nap.

but after a few days, you felt a little overwhelmed, your mind too foggy to even think about checking your phone as you got to the call room. you paced to the small, uncomfortable bed without even thinking about it just to try and get some sleep. to get your mind off things for a little while.

lando had stayed up, as he usually did, hoping to talk to you before calling it a day. but when you didn’t reply to his texts or answer any of his calls, he started getting worried about you. he had seen the exhaustion on your face before you left for work earlier that night, and he couldn’t stop himself from wondering if you were alright.

you always texted him, albeit to wish him a good night of sleep. so, stubborn as he was, he drove to your workplace, just wanting to make sure you were alright.

unable to sleep, you barely heard the door opening when he entered the room, too focused on trying to get some rest to be aware of your surroundings.

“hi, angel,” he softly cooed, walking towards you. you looked over at him, your eyes watery and your expression as exhausted as ever.

he felt his heart break at the sight, the worn out look in your eyes a view he wished to never see again.

“you alright?” he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb you.

“just tired,” you answered with a thin voice, shifting a little closer to him. “what’re you doing here?”

“got worried,” he whispered. “you weren’t answering my calls.”

you mumbled a quiet “sorry”, not having intended to concern him when you ignored your phone.

“it’s okay, baby,” he tried to brush it off, gently patting his lap for you to rest tour head on.

silently you complied, his fingers finding their way to your hair as he started to gently play with some strands, the movement soothing enough to have your eyes fluttering close.

“get some rest, angel,” he murmured as he felt your body relaxing slowly. “i’ll wake you up when your break is over.”

and as you drifted off to sleep, you realized that was all you needed.

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jjks1ut · 1 year ago

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Need Help?

pairing: nanami x reader

summary:with the upcoming test you have for biology your boyfriend has quite the sly way to help you study.

cw:explicit content, edging, cockwarming, pet names, sexual tension, fingering, spanking, overstimulation, praise, teasing

a/n:here I am with some more jjk content since I've been lacking in my posting for the past few months with school and all, hope this is a read you can all enjoy as always ;)

You still can’t believe how you ended up here, but there you were nestled on Nanami’s lap at his place with his cock right there at the walls of your clenching wet pussy. There you sat with all your clothes strewn into some pile on the floor while he sat there practically half clothed giving you that ever so smug look while you mercilessly begged for his pleasure barely able to move with the tight grip he held at your waist.

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You had just left your last class for the evening on a regular Friday night, it was the perfect time to be hanging out with friends and probably even get wasted at a club or two. But, with your most recent grade in biology dropping down to a 50% you grew a little concerned with the possibility of failing the next assessment that would be just the following Monday.

‘I advise you get yourself situated with a tutor.’,was your biology teacher's last words to you as she handed out the papers on your way to leave the lecture hall.

“What an asshole”, you thought to yourself as you made your way from the train station as you texted your boyfriend furiously about your frustration with the professor’s attitude.

‘Omg Kento I can’t believe my professor and her damn attitude, I know I need a tutor with my grade and all but she doesn’t have to be in my ass about it :(‘. You texted him and like always you could already see he had read the message and was ready to respond in a matter of seconds.

‘Your grade? Are you failing a class?’, he had texted you, and you could already feel the overbearing concern from his side.

It had been known from the start of your relationship but your boyfriend Kento Nanami was a nerd, almost like the ones in movies. Constantly studying, always in the library, and you could never catch this man with a late assignment. Even if he was practically on his deathbed he would make sure he turned in that one history essay.

And funny enough the way you two first met had been through him as your tutor in the first place when through enough sessions together you found yourselves in a heated make our session somewhere buried in the back shelves of the college’s library.

‘It’s nothing, it's just a simple 50%. The semester only started so by my next exam I should be able to fix it’, you texted back trying to make excuses for your poor scores, but you knew Kento wasn’t there for that bull where you would constantly procrastinate.

As a new message flew into your inbox.

‘Cancel any plans you have, you're coming over to my place later to study’, he had texted back.

‘Take a nap or whatever you need to do, I want you over before 7’, Nanami added as well. It was a strange request that even made you a little frustrated at how he was trying to order you around.

Even so, you always enjoyed a good time at your boyfriend’s place. And, who knows, probably you’ll get something out of it by the end of the night ;).

So there you were just having woken up from a nap an hour prior as you began to get yourself ready. Luckily, you didn’t mind coming over either as you two lived just a block or two away as in just a matter of minutes you were already in front of his door ringing his bell.

“Hey”, he gave you a soft smile before wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in for a soft kiss on the cheek.

He may have been strict when it came to work and how he felt about grades but he wasn’t an asshole. He cared about you to the fullest extent he could at the end of the day

So As Kento was helping you with your jacket, put it in some closet nearby you could see he was clearly serious about studying. There across his coffee table in his living room was filled with worksheets, and even some books on the subject of biology. “Oh you meant actual studying?”, you whispered under your breath not even realizing he heard you.

“What did you think we were doing?”. He questioned taking a quick look over his shoulder as he was bringing you two drinks back over to the coffee table as he made himself comfortable next to you.

“No nothing Nanami”, you laughed softly which coaxed a small smile as well from his previously stern expression. “Well, have some liquids in your system I know we’re gonna be doing a lot of talking”, he jokes back as he hands you your drink.

“Oh shut up”, you teased back but taking the beverage even so.

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“Nanamiii, can we go on break.”, you whined to him as you dropped your pencil on the coffee table sitting back to give Nanami your best puppy dog eyes. You were sitting beside him on the couch only an hour and a few minutes into the study sesh yet already on your 10th break. But come on it wasn’t your fault when your hot ass boyfriend was right beside you watching you keenly as you worked. Like how the fuck were you supposed to focus when all that fogged your mind was thoughts of him.

From the way his well manicured yet veiny hands ran over your workbook reading over your work. The way he would constantly reassure you as his fingers ran long and languid movements along your spine bringing an ache to your core.

All these actions left you with nothing but scenarios of him fucking you from behind right there on that couch, kissing down your neck as his hands ran along your thighs, anything would make you calmer if it wasn’t for how handsome Nanami was even minding his own business.

“Are you listening?”, he called out as his palm was over your thigh, pinching it softly to catch your attention. You could see on his face he was slightly worried but a bit of annoyance lied in his face as well. “It’s only been an hour since we started and at least 80% was spent on these breaks”, he frowned.

It killed you to see Nanami this way when the last thing you wanted to do was piss him off. “I'm sorry it’s just I can’t focus alright? From the worksheets to the flashcards, do you have any other methods?” You spoke up as you watched a small grin form on his face and even a suspicious bulge peeking from the zipper at his pants.

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So there it finally was as Nanami’s cock was buried deep within the brim of your walls. “So remind me what the calvin cycle is, hm?”Nanami whispered low as his finger took a casual flick at your aching clit that was begging for his touch as he continued to edge you even so.

“N- Namai?, please you know I-,” you whimper. This had been going on for a third of an hour or so. Nanami would ask you a question from your study sheet he had set up for you and you would answer. simple, right?

And without you even being able to finish your sentence another firm slap landed on your bare ass as he had slipped off your pants from earlier.

“Wrong”, he spoke cockily. You knew your boyfriend was more experienced then he put on, as even during your first time together you never expected all that he had done that night. But what was happening here was nothing compared to the original Nanami you saw in this bedroom. Usually he was such a caring lover as he catered to all your possible needs during your passionate nights.

Now a contrast was brought as Nanami was showing pure dominance not taking any of your whiny pleads as he brought another snap that you had mewling his name like a bitch in heat.

“Don’t act like you don’t like this, either way you better prepare yourself because until you can remember this entire sheet we’re gonna keep at this” he continued on forcing you to look right at him as if tears weren’t rolling right off your pretty little eyes. With his words you nodded as he gladly wiped your tears with a small comforting smile, “Good girl”.

“So tell me what's binary fission?”, he now asked as you tried your best even in your fuzzy thoughts brimmed with the feeling of Nanami’s member throbbing from inside you. “Um, does it have to do with things with a single cell”, you huffed out as you could already feel the way your legs shaked and quivered as you tried to hold yourself up with the firm grip he held at your waist, and you could already feel your eyelids grow heavy just the same.

Yet Nanami notices quickly moves his hands to your hips and pushes you up, so that you're around halfway down on his cock. you let out a small shudder, and you can tell your almost there just is not correct yet. “And, what else”, he spoke as he pulled your face in close with a firm grip on your scalp.

“Reproducing”, you answer immediately and almost just as fast you're rewarded. Nanami allows you to ride him again. you move up and down a little quickly, scared that your boyfriend will rob you of the feeling before it's even begun. And the entire time you watch as he eyes your eager appearance as he pulls you in from that pull he had on the back of your head for a sloppy and heeded kiss.

“Nanami~, I want more-”, you whimpered as you grinded up against him eagerly but the moment was quickly stopped as he grabbed at your hips again and brought a slap down on your ass once more. “Fuck-, just answer the next question and we can finish for tonight”, he groaned close to letting you keep up with your grind on his cock.

Nanami knew this was supposed to be a sort of punishment for your lack of focus but your pretty face ever so ruined by the smear of your runny makeup, your perfect bare body out in the open for him to use as he pleased, at this point fuck the work he wanted you right over this coffee table fuckong your brains out.

“Tell me what a cell is.”, he asked, simply giving you a confused look. “But, Nanami, that's not on the-”. Quietly your words are shut down with another smack as you whimper at the slam against your rear.

“Just answer the fuckin question”, he practically begged you, so once you dumbly stutter, genuinely unsure of the answer Nanami can’t even care if its right.

From there you’re bent over the coffee table as your eyes are drooping, body aching and face hot as you stutter out your dumbfounded words of pleasure.

“We should study like this more often”, he chuckles as you curled up against his chest as you were watching some stupid movie on the tv in front of you two.

“I bet you remember way more now.”

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colonelarr0w · 1 year ago

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Just thinking about tracing Suguru's scar.

Word Count - 0.9k

A/N - I dedicate this piece to the Anon that flooded my inbox with 30+ messages telling me how it was canon that Gojo didn't have any scars.

Read the Gojo version here!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

GETO never let you see his scars after he received them — suddenly he was covering himself up with thick sweaters and baggy clothes. You noticed … you always noticed.

But you said nothing, not wanting to draw unwanted attention to something that he was very clearly adamant on keeping hidden.

One night, however, your curiosity got the better of you. You didn’t mean to pry as much as you did, but you desperately wanted Geto to know that you weren’t going to suddenly start looking at him differently because of some raised skin — you wanted him to be comfortable around you.

You wanted things to be like they were before.

He was different. You could see it as clear as day.

His hugs didn’t last as long as they once did, instead of bear hugs that he wouldn’t pull away from unless you did first, you received a half-assed sideways squeeze.

It felt like he didn’t want to be touching you in fear of contaminating you, like you would catch some otherworldly disease that didn’t yet have a cure. It hurt you – it stung in a way that nothing else could compare to.

When you sat on the couch beside him, he would scoot a few inches away from you.

When you laid down to take a nap beside him, he’d offer you only his pinky and nothing else.

When you went to embrace him, his body would angle itself so that his shoulder rested against your chest.

“Suguru?” you whisper to him under the cloak that night provided, turning to face him properly. He mimics you, rolling onto his side and propping himself up with the use of his elbow, palm resting against the side of his face.

“Hmm?” he hums in response, eyes studying your expression. His face pinches in slight concern at your narrowed eyes and furrowed brows — something was very clearly upsetting you.

“Are we okay?”

He pauses, staring quizzically at you as if you had somehow sprouted another head. His free hand extends, finger rubbing affectionately against your cheek.

“Course we are. Why do you ask?” he murmurs, breath catching in his throat as you push yourself to sit up. Your legs cross, one ankle over the other while you maintain eye contact with Geto.

Your mind reminds you of what he had been doing; the behaviors that he had been displaying. What wasn’t he telling you?

You swallow the growing lump in your throat, not wanting to accidentally make a big deal out of something that could otherwise be nothing.

“What are you hiding from me?” you whisper, already feeling tears build on your waterline at Geto’s shocked (and worried) expression. He looked so conflicted, so unsure that it made your heart crack.

And even though he wants to believe that he has no idea what you’re referencing … he does.

He looks away from you, and even though it’s only for a moment, it only makes your heart sink deeper into your stomach. “It’s—“

“Please don’t sit there and tell me it’s nothing,” you practically beg, voice cracking. Geto lets out a small sigh through his nose, adjusting himself so that he sits in front of you.

“(Y/N)—“ he begins, but the way that you shake your head at him only makes him feel guilty, “—are you sure?”

Your silence tells him everything that he needs to know.

Slowly, and albeit very hesitantly, Geto lifts his shirt, revealing an ‘X’ shaped scar on his chest. Your breath hitches at the sight of it, the sound making Geto flinch.

He tosses the shirt aside with a barely audible plop, not daring to make eye contact with you in fear of what expression you wore. So instead of glancing at you, Geto forces his eyes shut.

They shoot right back open at the feeling of your fingers lightly tracing his chest.

Shocked, his eyes flicker up to watch you. Your eyebrows are slightly pinched together, a worried indent to your forehead as your nails slowly move over the raised skin.

You don’t say anything to him, not that you really need to. You knew that this — this gentle touch — was what Geto needed. He didn’t need half-assed reassurances that carried no weight.

No, what he needed to know was that you were here, right with him, at his side — you weren’t going anywhere.

Your finger reaches the end of where his scar slightly raises his skin. You shift forward, laying your palm against the center of the ‘X’, feeling Geto’s heart thumping against your fingers.

He says nothing. You say nothing.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his own. He returns your softened glance.

“You’re so handsome Sugu … you know that, right?” you whisper tenderly, finally breaking the silence. The sigh he lets out in response is shaky, tear-filled.

Before Geto has the chance to shake his head, your lips are on his scar, the softness of you contrasting greatly with the roughness of his skin.

You glance back up at him, letting out a shocked squeak as he tugs you into his arms. Your head tucks into the crook of his neck, arms winding around his midsection.

His breath shudders as his nose tucks into your hair. “Thank you.”

You smile against him, turning your head and laying a chaste kiss against the skin of his throat. Your arms momentarily tighten around him, eyes closing in content.

“I love you.”

“I love you too angel … thank you.”

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urauntiefaye · 5 months ago

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&team when they catch you touching yourself on their bed with their tshirt on

&Team Catching You Touching Yourself🔞

WC: 1363

TW: Smut, Maki is in this, Masturbation, AFAB reader but doesn't go into too much detail, riding a plushie in Euijoos, Not proof read, I don’t think there’s any others but let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Some are a little longer than others!, and finally I’m done clearing out my inbox, it took so long

Kei-

Feeling yourself hot and bothered, you really couldn't help yourself. Kicking off your bottoms and underwear leaving you in only his shirt, reaching down and touching yourself. You'd grow frustrated though not being able to cum as your fingers just weren't enough. Whining how you needed him as you played with yourself was when he walked in. Leaning against the door frame as he took in your pitiful form. A smirk lingering on his lips. “Need any help princess?” His voice makes you jump a little and try to pull the shirt down in embarrassment. He'd only tsk as and sit down next to you. He'd pull you in his lap, your back against his chest. He won't touch you, only making you continue what you were doing. Even if you beg him to help you out, he won't. Not until he's either bored of his little game or he feels pity for you.

Fuma-

Fuma would get off work though early, sending you a message about it. You not reading or responding wouldn't really bother him though thinking you were just napping. But in reality you were on the living room couch, fingers trying to reach where his could. When he got home catching you in the act startling you as well. You'd cover your face with a pillow from embarrassment. Apologizing nonstop, but he would just kneel on the floor in front of you. Rubbing your knees and pulling the pillow away from you and shoving the shirt further up your thighs. Fuma found it so hot that you were masturbating with his shirt on, something in him steering. He spread your legs apart, just looking up at you and asking if you needed any help.

Nicholas-

Nicholas had sent you a photo of himself at dance practice, wearing grey sweats and a black tee that hugged his body well showing off his muscles. The photo doing something to you as you decide to send a photo of yourself back, wearing one of his shirts with only underwear to accompany it. Both now raging with hormones he would tell you to stay put and he’ll make an excuse to leave practice early. You couldn’t help yourself though, the ache between your legs getting too much, you needed relief. So when Nicholas walked in, hand between your legs trying oh so hard to find some relief. Nicholas would only sigh, sitting on the bed with you saying ‘couldn’t be patient?. He’d tease you and deny your orgasm at least three times that night.

Euijoo-

Euijoo was gone all day, his schedule being packed that day. You would miss him, cuddling up into one of his hoodies, as you tried to take a nap. But something else kept bugging you, rubbing your thighs together to ease the pain. You would soon grow frustrated, opting to ride one of the stuffed animals he gave you for your birthday. Turning into a whining mess wishing he was there, luckily your wishes were heard. When Euijoo saw the sight he said that he would pass out right there and then. You looked so cute whining out his name, he’d approach you and pull the plushie away, instead replacing it with his hand. Asking you if it was better.

Yuma-

You were such a horny and needy mess, not knowing what was going through you. Usually when you go through these moments Yuma would help but he wasn’t there, so you were left riding a dildo. It helped a little but it was nowhere near as good as his actual dick, even throwing on a shirt of his hoping it would help you imagine it was him fucking you and not a silicone toy. When Yuma walked in the house your moans would instantly hit his ears, knowing exactly what you were doing he’d go to the bedroom. The sight being a God sent, your hair messy, cheeks flushed, his shirt sticking to you from the sweat as you rode the dildo desperately trying to find release. You’d beg him to help, thinking he’d fuck you but he wouldn’t only sitting down telling you to continue. When he does help he wouldn’t give you what you want just right away, only helping by thrusting the dildo for you.

Jo-

Jo would be so confused on why you weren’t answering any of his texts or calls, so he’d go over to your place having a spare key. Hearing soft moans coming from your room he’d be so confused, but would follow them. Standing in front of your doorway, seeing you in only his shirt that he left behind, and how you rubbed circles on your clit as you moaned out his name. He would be frozen at first, not knowing if he should say something. When you see him you’d just moan out, asking him for help and that you really need him. As soon as you did he’d be on you, helping his needy little baby out. He wouldn’t stop until you asked him too, tonight was about you and your pleasure and he was there to deliver.

Harua-

Harua knew you always wore his shirts, and he didn’t mind at all, thinking you were the cutest in his clothes. It also being a sign of who you belonged to, so when he stumbled into your room, expecting to have a movie night with you. He would be in awe and a new found possessiveness would steer in him. He wouldn’t even wait for you to ask him for help, he was already on you and devouring your body. His shirt would stay on during the whole thing, he just loved how it swallowed you whole and as your legs were wrapped around his head. He would be so turned on by it, already seeing you wear his clothes as proof you were his. But now you’re touching yourself even leading him to have sex with you in it. It was a whole new level.

Taki-

He was supposed to go over to your place to try out a new video game you got, thinking you had time before he came over and decided to rub one out. As soon as he barged into your room you would scream and his face would flush, from the scene. Your hand still in between your legs, his shirt that was over your chest now pulled down covering yourself. He would apologize but won’t move, awkwardness and embarrassment creeping in the room. You cleared your throat, getting a weird sense of confidence, asking if he wanted to join or help. His heart stopped as soon as those words left your mouth but his feet would move automatically, taking the invitation. Pulling you into a heated kiss and pushing you on your back, his body even shaking from both excitement and need for you.

Maki-

He had just left your place from spending the night, but when he got home and started to unpack he realized he left his hoodie. Not thinking it was a big deal he’d shoot you a message saying he forgot something and was coming back to get it. You wouldn’t have looked at the message, but you saw his hoodie, throwing it on right away as it was the first one he’s left over and you don’t plan on giving it up anytime soon. It was so warm and smelt just like him, and that’s what triggered you to get all hot and bothered. Still wearing his hoodie you shoved your hand down your shorts, feeling how wet you already were. Lost in the overwhelming feeling you didn’t hear the front door open, or even then one to your bedroom, Maki stood there taking in everything, feeling his dick twitch in his pants. After a bit he’d clear his throat, making his presence known to you. You screamed when you saw him, sitting there like a deer in headlights, apologizing nonstop. But he’d just stop you, sitting next to you and resting his hand on your inner thigh. He wouldn’t have known that seeing you in such a state would turn him on so much.

#auntiefaye🧚🏻‍♀️#&team hard hours #&team smut #&team hard thoughts

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jessesluvr · 14 days ago

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HI JULES, ITS ME AGAIN, YOUR FELLOW JESSE LOVER

I just had the biggest brained idea ever, Jesse x single mom!reader? Like maybe the reader adopted a baby found or a young toddler? I adore dad!Jesse.

a soft place to land | jesse x reader

author's note : hello my lovely !! tysm for requesting !! dad!jesse has me in a chokehold, and i'm glad him and i have 5 kids together. i'm living the dream. inbox + requests are always open !

summary : a single mom in jackson slowly falls for her best friend jesse, who’s always been there for her and her adopted baby girl. through sleepless nights, soft kisses, and shared morning routines, they become a family without ever needing to say the words.

word count : 3k

the first time you saw her, she was curled beneath the rotted frame of an overturned sedan. a tattered blanket covered half her body, her legs muddy and bare. she wasn’t crying. just watching you with these wide, scared eyes and clutching a ragged stuffed lamb to her chest like it was her last lifeline.

you didn’t think. you dropped your rifle, crouched low, whispered soft nothings as your heart pounded in your throat.

“i’ve got you,” you murmured, lifting her into your arms. “i’ve got you, baby.”

by the time you reached the jackson gates, your entire world had shifted.

two weeks later, the baby—now affectionately called emmie by nearly everyone in town—is still glued to your chest more often than not. she barely lets anyone else near her.

except jesse.

you have no idea why. maybe it’s because he didn’t come in with too much energy or loud praise like everyone else. he just sat beside you on the steps of the greenhouse one afternoon, letting emmie size him up from the safety of your lap.

“she’s a good judge of character,” you said when she reached out with chubby hands to touch the collar of jesse’s coat.

he smiled and tugged gently at her hand. “so i’ve finally got someone in this town who doesn’t roast me on sight. feels nice.”

you laughed, heart fluttering. you’d known jesse for years—best friends from patrol, always teasing, always steady—but watching him offer emmie a piece of his granola bar like it was a peace offering?

something bloomed inside you that you didn’t know had been waiting.

“she’s been sleeping a little better,” you tell jesse one morning when he shows up at your porch with two mugs of tea.

you’re wearing an oversized sweater, hair braided back in a sleepy twist. emmie is wrapped to your front in a soft sling, her head tucked under your chin.

“your sweater collection is getting dangerously close to mine,” jesse teases, handing you the tea.

“i’ll take that as a compliment,” you murmur, sipping carefully. “you’re the coziest person i know.”

he laughs, and it’s soft in that way he only is around you—less performative, more real.

“you know i’m just here for the baby, right?” he says as he reaches out to boop emmie’s nose.

you raise an eyebrow. “sure, jess.”

that’s how things fall into place.

jesse starts showing up more. for emmie, you tell yourself.

to help you fix the leaky pipe in your kitchen. to carry your laundry basket. to walk you to the garden and back so you can get sunlight while she naps. he makes you laugh when you’re exhausted, and he listens when you cry.

it’s never dramatic, never overwhelming. he just… fits.

one night, she’s teething and screaming and nothing works. you bounce her, sing to her, rock her in your arms until your knees give out. and when you slump onto the floor in the nursery, heart cracking from helplessness, jesse shows up.

“i brought the chamomile,” he whispers, holding up a tiny jar of dried herbs.

you blink at him. “how did you—?”

“ellie told me. said you looked like shit.”

“she’s got such a way with words.”

jesse smiles, then gently kneels beside you and takes emmie from your arms.

to your shock, she lets him.

“you go lie down,” he says softly, already swaying back and forth with a practiced ease that melts your bones. “i got this.”

and you do something you haven’t done in weeks.

you rest.

later that night…

you find jesse still in the nursery, emmie fast asleep on his chest, his hand resting protectively on her back. he’s dozing in the rocking chair, head tilted, soft snores filling the quiet.

your throat tightens.

you kneel beside him, carefully brush a curl from emmie’s forehead, and whisper, “you’re kind of perfect, you know that?”

jesse doesn’t open his eyes, but you swear you hear the faintest smile in his voice when he murmurs, “only for you.”

it starts snowing on a wednesday.

fat flakes drift down from the sky like feathers, blanketing jackson in white by mid-afternoon. you and jesse are in the backyard, emmie bundled up in layers of mismatched knitwear that makes her resemble a puffball more than a toddler.

“she can barely walk in that thing,” jesse laughs as emmie waddles toward him with outstretched arms.

“she’s got the balance of a drunk goose,” you say, grinning as you chase after her, snow crunching beneath your boots. “be nice.”

“i am being nice. that was affectionate goose-slander.”

emmie lets out a squeal when jesse scoops her up, spinning her gently in a slow circle. her giggles burst through the cold air like bells, her cheeks flushed and bright.

your chest aches in the best way.

you catch jesse looking at you over emmie’s shoulder—not in the casual way friends look—but with something else. something warm. intentional.

you pretend not to notice the way it makes your heartbeat stutter.

later, jesse stays for dinner.

he’s been doing that more often. he never assumes, never oversteps—just helps you set the table while emmie toddles around with her stuffed lamb, humming nonsense songs. you catch him sneaking her bites of his cornbread when he thinks you’re not looking.

“she’s already spoiled,” you warn, raising an eyebrow.

he shrugs. “she deserves to be.”

you glance at emmie—smeared face, milk mustache, clapping her little hands when she makes jesse laugh. “yeah,” you whisper. “she does.”

after dinner, you carry emmie to the tub and settle her into the warm water with a small splash. she flails and kicks in delight, sending soapy water over the edge.

you’re wrestling her slippery limbs when jesse peeks in.

“need a second pair of hands?” he asks, already rolling up his sleeves.

“i wouldn’t say no,” you murmur, grateful.

he kneels beside you, and together you gently soap emmie’s curls and rinse them, both of you working in perfect sync. she splashes him on purpose and cackles when he feigns betrayal.

“this is payback for the cornbread thing, huh?” he says, wiping his face with a towel.

you giggle. “she’s got your number.”

he laughs, but then he looks at you—really looks—and something changes.

his hand lingers on the towel, close to yours. his eyes soften.

“you’re doing so good with her,” he says quietly.

you swallow. “i’m trying.”

“you’re not just trying. you’re giving her a life she never would’ve had.”

you blink rapidly, willing your emotions to behave. “i didn’t even think i’d be a mom. not like this.”

“i think she picked the right person.”

your heart flips.

you look at him. “you really think so?”

jesse nods. “yeah. and for the record... i think i would’ve picked you, too.”

you don’t say anything.

you just reach for the towel and hold it out for him to dry emmie’s curls.

that night, after she’s asleep, you sit beside jesse on the porch swing with two mugs of cocoa. the wind whistles, but you’re both wrapped in a blanket, shoulders pressed together, watching the snow fall.

neither of you says anything for a long time.

and then, quietly:

“jess?”

“hmm?”

you glance at him. “what are we doing?”

he’s silent for a beat. “what do you mean?”

“i mean… this. you. me. emmie. it feels like something.”

he finally turns to face you, and his eyes are full of that same warmth he always carries when he looks at her—at you.

“it is something.”

you bite your lip. “but what if it scares me?”

jesse shifts so he’s fully facing you, hand reaching to take yours. “then we take it slow. you don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. i’m not going anywhere.”

the wind picks up. you grip his hand tighter.

“you’ve always been there,” you whisper.

“always will be,” he promises.

and for the first time in a long time, you believe it.

you wake to the sound of whimpering.

it’s subtle at first—soft little cries through the baby monitor on your nightstand—but they grow quickly, sharp and distressed. you’re out of bed before your feet fully hit the floor, already pulling on your sweater as you rush across the hall.

emmie’s cheeks are flushed bright pink. her skin is damp with sweat, and her breaths come in hiccuping gasps between sobs. the moment you scoop her into your arms, you know.

she’s burning up.

“oh, baby,” you whisper, rocking her against your chest as she cries harder. “shhh, i’ve got you. i’ve got you.”

you don’t hesitate—you pull on your coat with one hand and emmie pressed against your chest with the other, then step out into the freezing night and sprint down the porch steps.

you’re halfway to jesse’s place before you realize you didn’t even grab shoes.

he opens the door on the second knock.

hair tousled, half-asleep in a thermal shirt and sweatpants—but the second he sees your face, he’s wide awake.

“hey—hey, what’s wrong?”

you can’t hold back the panic in your voice. “she’s got a fever. i didn’t know what to do—i didn’t know who else—”

jesse’s already moving, reaching for emmie with gentle hands. “come inside. sit down. we’ll figure it out.”

you follow him in, heart pounding.

he lays emmie on his couch and presses the back of his hand to her forehead. “okay. we keep her cool but not cold, and get her to drink something. stay with her—i'll get the kit.”

you nod and sink onto the floor beside her, whispering reassurances while jesse returns with a cloth and a thermometer.

when he finally coaxes emmie into sipping water and the fever starts to dip—just slightly—you let yourself breathe again.

you’re still sitting on the floor when jesse crouches beside you and brushes your hair out of your eyes.

“she’s okay,” he says gently. “it’s probably a bug. kids get fevers all the time.”

you nod, but your throat’s tight. “she just looked so small. i panicked.”

his brow furrows, and his voice drops low. “hey… you’re not alone in this, okay?”

you look at him, eyes glassy. “sometimes it feels like i am.”

“you’re not,” he says again, firmer. “i’m here. i’m with you.”

he sits beside you on the couch, and for a while, you both watch emmie sleep—sweat-soaked but peaceful now, curled in a blanket between you.

you lean your head on his shoulder, exhausted. “i’m sorry i showed up like that.”

he chuckles. “you showed up barefoot. in the snow.”

“i didn’t even realize.”

he turns his head and rests his cheek on the top of yours. “you don’t have to apologize. if it were me, i would’ve run to you, too.”

your chest goes warm.

he shifts slowly, carefully—not enough to wake emmie—but enough that his hand finds yours where it’s curled in your lap. he threads your fingers together without asking.

it’s the softest touch you’ve ever known.

“can i ask you something?” he murmurs.

you nod against his shoulder.

“have you really not noticed how long i’ve been in love with you?”

the breath you take catches in your throat.

you shift just enough to look at him, and your heart stutters at the openness in his face. the way he’s not joking. not teasing.

you’re not sure what answer he expects—but you give him the only one you have.

“i have,” you whisper. “but i didn’t think i deserved it. not now. not like this.”

his expression breaks into something so tender you could weep.

“hey,” he says, squeezing your hand. “you deserve love especially now. and it doesn’t scare me. you and emmie… i want to be part of that. i already feel like i am.”

your throat tightens again.

“i feel like you are, too.”

he leans in, slow, careful—giving you space to pull away.

you don’t.

his lips press to yours like a question. and you answer with the smallest, sweetest hum against his mouth, your fingers curling in the front of his shirt.

the kiss is slow and unhurried—warm and soft and years in the making.

when you finally pull back, both of you are smiling.

you lay your head on his chest while his arm wraps around your back, and you rest there together with emmie asleep between you—your daughter, your heart, your home.

it doesn’t feel scary anymore.

it just feels like yours.

you wake up wrapped in jesse’s hoodie.

it smells like cedar and snow, and something unplaceably warm—like home. you’re tucked up on his couch under a flannel blanket, your legs tangled with his, one of his arms heavy around your waist.

emmie is curled between you both, fast asleep, her little thumb tucked in her mouth and her cheek resting against your chest.

you’re not sure how long you’ve been like this.

but you know, without a single doubt in your bones, that you’ve never felt safer.

jesse stirs when you shift, blinking sleepily at you with messy hair and soft eyes.

“hey,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “how’s our girl?”

you smile so wide it aches. “still warm, but better.”

he looks down at emmie, smoothing a gentle hand over her curls. “tough little thing.”

you watch him for a moment—his tenderness, the way his whole face softens when he looks at her—and something clicks in your chest. like a puzzle piece settling in.

“you said our girl,” you whisper.

he stills.

then he looks up at you, and there’s no panic in his face—just certainty.

“i meant it.”

your heart swells.

you bite your lip, blinking back the rush of emotion. “i want that. i want you here. i want this.”

he grins, sleepy and shy all at once. “you’ve got me. both of you.”

and then he leans in and kisses your forehead—slow and sweet—and you melt into him with a quiet laugh.

“i hope you know she’s gonna be obsessed with you now,” you tease. “there’s no going back.”

“i’m counting on it.”

by the end of the week, emmie’s fever is completely gone.

you find jesse in the kitchen one morning, standing at the stove with emmie perched on his hip, stirring scrambled eggs while she babbles nonsense and smears banana on his flannel sleeve.

she’s wearing one of his beanies, pulled all the way down over her ears. it’s way too big.

you freeze in the doorway, arms crossed, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

he looks up and catches you watching.

“what?” he grins. “she said she was hungry. i obey.”

“she can’t even say hungry.”

“she said guh guh guh. close enough.”

you walk over, brushing your fingers over emmie’s hair as she beams up at you.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“she likes when i wear the apron.”

“she also likes chewing on rocks.”

jesse laughs and kisses emmie’s temple. “yeah, she’s got questionable taste.”

you glance down at the pan. “you’re… actually a pretty good cook.”

“i’m full of surprises.”

you roll your eyes. “sure. what other secrets are you hiding?”

he leans in close, dropping his voice to a mock-conspiratorial whisper.

“i can braid hair. i build rocking horses. and i know all the words to ‘wheels on the bus.’”

you blink. “okay, that’s actually hot.”

he grins, wide and delighted. “finally, something impresses you.”

you laugh into his shoulder and wrap your arms around his waist. emmie pats both of your faces in approval.

that night, jesse doesn’t go home.

you ask him to stay before the words even finish forming in your head.

“would you—do you wanna just… stay here tonight?”

his eyes meet yours, and he doesn’t hesitate.

“yeah. i’d love to.”

he sleeps in your bed that night, emmie between you again, holding both your hands as if tethering you together.

the next morning, she sits on his chest and drools onto his chin, and jesse groans like he’s been mortally wounded.

“she’s eating me alive,” he groans.

“she’s claiming her territory.”

“bold of her, considering i did the dishes.”

you curl beside them, laughing softly, the smell of woodsmoke and warm baby shampoo filling the room.

“i think she already claimed you, jess.”

he looks at you then—truly looks—and his voice is steady.

“so did you.”

winter melts into spring, and jesse never really leaves after that.

he moves in slowly—first his toothbrush, then a pair of boots left by the door, then a collection of mugs he insists are better than yours. you catch emmie reaching for him in her sleep. you start to fall asleep with your hand on his chest every night, like it’s second nature.

no big declaration. no ceremony.

just a family becoming one.

bit by bit.

soft and certain.

one sunny morning, emmie takes her first real step.

she’s standing on wobbly legs between you and jesse on the front porch, arms outstretched, and she lets go of the railing and waddles straight into jesse’s waiting arms with a squeal of joy.

you clap your hands to your mouth and cry.

jesse laughs and kisses her all over her face as she giggles, triumphant.

then he looks over her head and grins at you, eyes bright and shining.

“she walked to me.”

you wipe your eyes. “she walked to her favorite person.”

he carries her over and cups your face with one hand. “nah. that’s you.”

you kiss him—soft, slow, full of every quiet thank-you your heart can’t say out loud.

and emmie laughs, sandwiched between you, her chubby fingers grabbing both your faces like she never wants to let go.

you don’t think she ever will.

you don’t think you will, either.

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