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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Cool for the Summer 8

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power dynamics, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After finishing your degree, you return home only to find things aren’t as you left them.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

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“Honey,” your mom calls from the first foor. 

Your heart flips again. You get up and fix your panties. You put your shorts back on and wince as the seam brushes against the wet cotton. You cringe. You should change before... 

“Hey, you ready for your date?” She’s coming up the stairs. Shoot. 

You take a breath and hurry to the door. You feel like if she comes in your room, she’ll know. You brace yourself as you open the door. You could just break into pieces. You betrayed her and you’re going to lie straight to her face. 

As you come out, she’s at the top of the stairs. You try to smile. It doesn’t bloom as Bucky comes up behind her. 

“Bucky said you found a dress. Can I see it?” 

“Oh, I just... I just put it away.” You utter. 

He steps up next to her and puts his arm across her shoulders. “You’re going to wanna get the full picture, Lauren. We’ll see it tonight once she’s all dolled up, huh?” 

“Yeah, I guess...” you mother hums in disappointment. “You know me, I just can’t wait.” 

“Trust me, I know,” he purrs. 

He squeezes her shoulders as she looks at him. He leans in and kisses her. Your stomach churns. After what he just did... You want to vomit. 

“Um, I have to... er... find some stuff for tonight,” you back up into your door. 

“Sure, honey,” your mom turns to Bucky and pets his chest. “Oh, it’s so exciting.” 

Bucky smirks at her as she brushes by him and heads back downstairs. His eyes flick up to you and he licks his lips. His cheek dimples. 

“Hey, Laur, I’ll make you that coffee,” he calls down before he follows her, visibly adjusting his waistband. 

You shake your head and back pedal through your bedroom door. You shut it and nearly fall over. You spin around and search the room. It’s not yours. None of it. He changed everything. He tainted it all. 

You go to the vanity and sit. You squeak as your shocked by the sensitivity in your pelvis. You’re all swollen and still wet. You put your elbows on the table and cradle your head. You can’t cry or you won’t be able to stop. 

💙

When you’re certain your mom and Bucky are distracted, you shower. You can’t wash away the horror or self-hatred, but you try. You get out and sneak back down the hall. You take your time in your room. Not out of any real anticipation; only reluctance. 

Your anxiety is a cluster of contradictions. You want to get out of the house, get away from Bucky, from own mistakes; yet, you’re not entirely sold on going out with a stranger. He might be closer to your age but who’s to say he’s any better than Bucky. 

This is why you avoid boys. Or men. Whatever. They always confused you. You never really caught their attention and now that you have, you want to just go back to being invisible. 

You stare into the makeup case. It’s got soft walls and a zipper. Inside are all the pencils, glosses, and palettes your mom gifted you through the years. None of them open. Brushes too. Mascara. 

You sift through it, trying to solve the riddle. No, you don’t need the shimmery pigments or the deep reds. Just simple. 

A knock at the door makes you jump. The makeup case falls off your lap. You hiss and stand up, kneeling down to gather it all up. 

“Honey?” Your mom calls through. 

You cough. You can’t speak. The door handle turns. Too late. 

“Hey, it’s uh.... getting close,” she peeks inside. “I was checking in. Thought maybe... maybe I could help you get ready.” 

You shove a handful into the case and nod. “Okay. I was just...” 

“Oh, sweetie, you don’t need much,” she crosses the room and takes the case from you. “You’re so young and pretty.” She puts it on the vanity table. “Come on. Sit.” 

You get up and sit on the stool. She searches through the case. 

“Did you moisturize at all?” She asks. You nod. “Good.” She holds up a tube. “You don’t need full cover.” She tosses the tube. “Hmm, some eyeliner. Oh, do you want shadow?” 

You shake your head. “Just liner. I don’t want too much.” 

“Alright, sweetie,” he takes out several pencils and rolls them between her fingers. “Black is classic. Oh this one has glitter.” 

“That sounds pretty,” you say weakly. 

She directs you to close your eyes and tilt your head back. She pulls your lid taut and gently begins plying the soft tip. You don’t move. 

“You’re nervous,” she says. 

“Yes,” you answer. It’s not a lie. Your nerves are rotting your guts. 

“Don’t be. Peter is so nice. He’s going to love you. Oh, you’ll have so much fun.” She preens. “Open.” You flick your lashes up and look at her. She steps back and considers you. “You have the prettiest eyes.” 

Your throat locks up. You want badly to cry. Not just for what happened. You want to cry to your mom and tell her how scared you are. You can’t. It would only hurt her. 

“A tint of blush stick. Nothing dramatic,” she caps the liner. 

“Sure,” you wisp. 

You twiddle your thumbs and watch her sort through the makeup. All you can do is let it all happen. The makeup, the date, Bucky. None of it is your choice. 

💙

“Oh sweetie,” your mother gasps as you come down the stairs, carrying the clunky platform heels. “You look... you look like a woman!” 

She puts her hands together over her chest. Bucky stands beside her. His eyes cling to you as the corner of his mouth curves. 

“Doesn’t she?” You mother nudges him. 

His voice rumbles through his chest before he speaks. “Sure does. All grown up.” 

“Wow,” your mom fans herself. “My little girl.” 

She reaches for you as you get to the bottom. She touches the scalloped edges of lace along your shoulders. 

“So sophisticated,” she praises. 

“Thanks, er.... thanks.” That’s all you can muster. 

You sway awkwardly then sidle past her. She moves so you have to go between her and Bucky. You fell his warmth swathe over you. You sit on the bench to get the shoes on. 

“I know you are going to have so much fun!” Your mother claps. “And me and Bucky will too.” 

“Uh huh,” Bucky hums. “Kid free. Can’t complain.” 

You nod. Each breath is like shards of glass. You focus on the small task of buckle the slender strap around your ankle. 

There’s a flash of headlights then a car door shutting. Ugh. You sit up in dread. You can’t move. You listen to the steps come up the front stairs. 

Bucky opens the door before they can knock. He moves his hand to grip the edge of the door higher up. He leans on it as he pulls it back. 

“You must be Peter.” He offers his other hand. 

“Hi, sir,” the younger man answers and reaches through to shake Bucky’s hand. You can’t see any more than his arm. “I think I’m here for your daughter.” 

“Ha, not my daughter,” Bucky chuckles, “come on in.” 

He nearly yanks the young man over the threshold. As he lets him go and turns, he sends you a sharp look. It’s a warning. Remember what he said; give nothing. 

You stand up. 

“Peter,” your mother chimes. “You’re right on time.” 

“Early. Made sure of it,” Peter says. His eyes skim over to you. His cheeks redden. “You must be...” 

You say your name first. “Yeah, uh...” 

“Nice to meet you,” he says as he tugs at his tie. The dark paisley compliments the purplish grey shirt beneath. His dark slacks are tailored well. “So uh... ready to go?” 

“You two, get out of here,” Bucky chortles. “I’m sure you don’t need to stick around with the old folk.” 

“Uh, yeah,” you murmur. “Sure.” 

“Great,” Peter stands back. “Come on. I got us a reservation.” 

“Alright uh...” you look around. “Bye, mom.” 

You wind the long strap of your purse around your elbow as you clunk towards the door. 

“Bye, sweetie.” Your mother sings. 

“Yeah, bye, sweetie,” Bucky drawls. 

“Bye,” you mutter without looking back. 

You step outside and the air is like ice on your roiling skin. Peter bids goodbye behind you. “I’ll have her home by midnight.” 

He shuts the door and you exhale. You stand at the edge of the porch, hugging your purse. You feel so stupid. He’s probably only doing this to be nice. 

“You don’t have to--” 

You begin. 

“Those shoes aren’t going to work,” Peter interjects. 

You look at him, stunned. “Huh?” 

“Yeah, definitely not.” He looks at your feet. “I got my gym shoes in the trunk. You can borrow them. Might be a bit big for you.” 

“What do you mean?” You frown. 

He grins. “You ever been go-karting?” He asks. 

You tilt your head then shake it. “No.” 

“Perfect,” he offers his arms. “Let’s get going.” 

💙

You’re almost relieved at the change of plans. You weren’t exactly looking forward to sitting in a fancy restaurant, cosplaying as an adult who knows anything about dating. Or anything at all. 

Peter pulls up to the track, twenty minutes past town limits, and shifts into park. You look over at him as he clicks free the seat belt. He smiles back through the shadows. 

“Excited?” He asks. 

You nod. “Kind of.” 

“Look, I know. It’s awkward as hell. Blind dates are made for cringe.” He chuckles. “So let’s just have fun.” He pulls his door handle. “See if you can keep up.” 

He gets out and hurries around to your side. He opens the door for you. You thank him. He tells you to stay. 

You sit sideways in the seat as he hurries around to the trunk. He gives you a fresh pair of gym socks and the borrowed shoes. You tie them extra tight as he takes off his tie. You peer up at him. 

“Thanks,” he says. “For coming. I know it must be strange.” He helps you out of the car by your hand. “Your mom set you up alot?” 

He swings the door shut. You shake your head. 

“Nope,” you turn to walk with him towards the track. “First time.” 

“And that guy... your step-dad?" 

“Mom’s boyfriend,” you gulp. “He’s... I just met him.” 

“Yikes,” he hisses. “That must be agony. My aunt dated this guy once and I walked in on him with no pants on. Not one of my fondest memories.” 

“Ew.” You recoil. He laughs. 

“Sorry, trauma dumping already,” he laughs. “Well, he seems like a real hard ass. I don’t envy you.” 

“Yeah... he’s... scary.” You seal your lips as the last word slips out. 

“Well, forget about him,” he pats your shoulder. “We’re here for fun.” He stops at the booth at the front of the place with the prices laid out over the windows. “I win, I buy you a cheeseburger. You win, I buy you a double cheeseburger.” 

You take a moment before you giggle. He’s nice. He’s funny. And you don’t feel like you’re suffocating. 

“And fries,” you insist. 

“Full combo with a milkshake,” he proclaims as he steps up to the window to pay. 

💙

You grip the wheel tight. You don’t drive. You never have. The closest you got was one of the red and yellow fisher price toy cars when you were about five years old. That’s more of a Flinstones type deal. 

You press your foot down as the go-kart thrums and zips around. You feel powerful. In control.

You steer around the curve smoothly, veering around an aggressive driver behind you. They pass you, nearly knocking your front. 

You squeeze as the helmet dampens the noise of the motors. You search for Peter. He’s in the one with the red and blue banner. You lost him a lap ago. 

Thunk! The force nearly spins you out. You twist the wheel one way then the other to correct yourself. The driver in the cart with the white banner hollers something as they pass. Your adrenaline spikes as you get yourself going again. 

You get back up to speed. It’s fun but your fellow drivers are a bit careless. You try to stay on the outside. It puts you behind everyone else but that’s okay. Then another jarring impact sends your head forward and your helmet cracks off the top of the steering wheel. You careen out and bounce of the wall. 

You take your feet off the pedals and let the cart roll to a stop as you cling to the wheel. When you’re still, you’re facing backwards. You’re breathless but okay. 

A worker waves a flag as they emerge from behind the wall. They approach as you stay as you are. Another cart pulls over and stops behind you. A red and blue banner hangs from the top bar. 

“Stay in there,” the worker barks at both of you. “Stay where you are.” 

He comes over and bends to look into the cart. You smile sheepishly but he can’t see through the helmet. Just your eyes. 

“You okay?” He yells over the ripping motors. 

You give a thumbs up, your hand visibly shaking. 

“Woah, woah, you need to get that guy off the track,” Peter hollers as he appears. 

“Sir, I told you to stay in the cart. It’s dangerous out here--” 

“He did it on purpose. I saw it.” Peter argues. 

“Sir, get back in your cart,” the worker barks. 

“You need to get him out--” 

“You. You’re out. Ejected.” The worker snaps. “Both of you.” He turns and waves his flag, flicking it three times in a signal. 

Peter bends to see into the cart and shrugs, “I'm sorry.” 

“It’s okay!” You yell back. You laugh and shake your head. “I never been kicked out of anywhere.” You roll your shoulders. “It’s fun. I feel dangerous.” 

He laughs. “I didn’t take you for a rebel.” 

“Sir,” the work jabs his shoulder as three others appear at the edge of the track. “Let’s go.” 

[fluffydeoxys]

the urge to talk about OCs unfiltered superseded by various degrees of shame and the overwhelming internal voice of booooo be quiet (throws tomato)

[silentgrim]

hey! 🤍

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[astonmartinii]

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pairing: carlos sainz x fem presenter!reader

carlos kissed her goodbye before she went to the rookie round table, he didn’t realise she’d come back with five ducklings of her own

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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user1: i have been moved

user2: more of this type of content please

user3: i think they could’ve gotten at least a couple of hours of footage here those kids love to talk

yourusername: not what i’ve been used to but a blast nonetheless!

kimiantonelli: you will be coming to all of the races, right?

kimiantonelli: right? please!

yourusername: yes, i will be there kimi don’t worry

kimiantonelli: omg yay!

user4: oh no… they’re attached…

user5: someone call carlos sainz, is he aware he’s become a father of five overnight?

carlossainz55: excuse me?

gabrielbortoleto: hi!

carlossainz55: no no no i don’t do all of this grid kid nonsense

isackhadjar: please don’t say that i have abandonment issues :(

carlossainz55: what ???

user6: bro sat back and watched charles adopt all the kids last season but now it’s his turn

user7: ollie is meant to be charles’ grid kid…

charles_leclerc: A ROBBERY?

carlossainz55: you can keep him !!!

olliebearman: you don’t want me 😢

yourusername: carlos don’t be mean to them!

carlossainz55: what the fuck is going on right now ???

user8: carlos left his gf for one 20 minute interview and now has kids ?

user9: ugh i’ve missed this chaos

jackdoohan: can we do all media with you @yourusername ?

yourusername: i don’t think so :(

jackdoohan: so not fair :(((((

jackdoohan: if we don’t have media with you can we at least come to dinner?

kimiantonelli: i’m free for dinner!

gabrielbortoleto: me too

isackhadjar: me three

olliebearman: can we get italian?

carlossainz55: nuh uh it’s date night tonight

kimiantonelli: *our date night

carlossainz55: no?

yourusername: come on carlos…

carlossainz55: fine! but just this one time

user10: it’s going to be a long season for mr sainz i fear

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yourusername: australia that’s a wrap on qualifying - a few surprises at both ends of the grid!

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user11: i am an old man who usually hates the fluffy stuff off of track but kimi going in for a hug in the media pen was very cute

user12: i think people forget just how young he is so it’s good he feels he has other people to go to in the paddock!

user13: his poor media handler looked very confused

olliebearman: can we definitely get dinner now :( talking to you in the media pen was probably the only good thing from today

yourusername: of course ollie! i know it was a tough day but you’ll get in the swing of it with the car

carlossainz55: i thought we were going to be able to shake them for dinner :(

olliebearman: CARLOS I AM IN DISTRESS PLEASE PAY FOR MY PASTA

yourusername: he clearly needs comfort!

carlossainz55: he doesn’t need comfort he’s trying to extort us

olliebearman: so you don’t love me enough to let me extort you?

carlossainz55: no?

user14: these rookies are cracking me up

user15: please strap them down in front of a camera and let them yap

gabrielbortoleto: did you see my save?

yourusername: i did! very impressive gabi

gabrielbortoleto: did you @carlossainz55 ?

maxverstappen1: so i mean nothing to you now?

gabrielbortoleto: NO! i love you max - did you see my save?

maxverstappen1: it was very impressive bubbles

carlossainz55: definitely not a ‘b grade’ driver

gabrielbortoleto: OMGGGG THANK YOU

maxverstappen1: i give up?

yourusername: i don’t really know what’s happening right now - but just go with it max, he still loves you he spoke at LENGTH about you to me just this morning

user16: these kids be attaching to anyone who looks at them

user17: they’re just like me for real

isackhadjar: looking forward to debriefing over garlic bread :D

yourusername: you were amazing today isack!

isackhadjar: hehehehehehehehe

carlossainz55: at least this one isn’t shouting at me

jackdoohan: what about me?

carlossainz55: you know what, you’ve bothered me the least so you’re my favourite

kimiantonelli: NOT FAIR

olliebearman: but i cycle?

gabrielbortoleto: but you liked my save?

isackhadjar: all i want is some garlic bread :(

yourusername: carlos! you can’t say one of them is your favourite - that’s not how kids work

carlossainz55: i never asked for this !!!

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carlossainz55: back in italy for imola and on a date with my favourite girl

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user18: carlos went to italy extra early so they could have dinner without the rookies intruding lmao

user19: bro is being haunted by five kids

user20: he’s better than me because i would crumble immediately

yourusername: no one else i’d rather be with

carlossainz55: i’ve missed being with you (just you)

yourusername: we’ve had just enough alone time i think

landonorris: gross

carlossainz55: not you too

landonorris: if you think about it i was technically your first kid…

carlossainz55: ONE NIGHT WITHOUT THIS NONSENSE PLEASE

user21: i think carlos might be losing his mind

alexalbon: oh he definitely is if his loud ramblings i can hear through the driver room walls

yourusername: i think he’s just like that?

carlossainz55: huh?

yourusername: you asked me on a date because you were talking to yourself loudly before our interview about ‘how pretty my smile is’

carlossainz55: my thoughts are loud!

carlossainz55: but in that instance i’m very glad they were screaming in my head

yourusername: i’m very glad too <3

user22: omg that’s such a cute/concerning meet cute

user23: the most carlos sainz thing ever i fear

kimiantonelli: i see our invite got lost in the mail?

olliebearman: and in kimi’s home country… that’s just cruel

carlossainz55: i would like ONE romantic night with the love of my life ALONE

carlossainz55: CAN I PLEASE HAVE THAT? I DON’T THINK I’M ASKING THAT MUCH

isackhadjar: you didn’t need to be that mean about it :(

kimiantonelli: i’m sorry, i just wanted to show you the best places in imola …

olliebearman: does this mean you don’t want to go cycling on thursday anymore?

jackdoohan: can i still go for coffee with y/n?

gabrielbortoleto: we just wanted to see you guys :(

yourusername: no my babies :((( we love you and of course we want to see you! we just need to have some alone time every once in a while

carlossainz55: y/n please stop feeding into this

carlossainz55: STOP SHOWING ME THE PHOTOS THEY’RE SENDING YOU OF THEIR SAD FACES

carlossainz55: FINE! WE’LL ALL GO FOR BREAKFAST TOMORROW NOW LET ME ENJOY MY NIGHT WITH Y/N

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gabrielbortoleto: that was a big one! i’m sorry to the team but i’m happy to say that i’ll be okay and will be back for the next race. thank you y/n and carlos for coming and keeping me company in the hospital!

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user24: okay i know we’ve all poked fun at the grid kid thing and how it’s so funny that carlos hates it but for real, i’m glad they were in the paddock and were able to be there for him

user25: that makes all the jokey stuff so much better honestly

yourusername: we’re so happy you’re all okay gabi!

gabrielbortoleto: thank you for coming! i know i’m a bit of a drama queen but my parents couldn’t come from brazil so thank you for not leaving me alone :)

gabrielbortoleto: can we have a ducky sleepover?

carlossainz55: a what?

gabrielbortoleto: y/n calls us her duckies! so a ducky sleepover would be all of us coming over (and getting ice cream)

yourusername: i think that’s an amazing idea

carlossainz55: okay, okay. but i am never calling you guys duckies.

yourusername: just you wait baby :)

user26: his radio just reminded me how young him and all the other rookies actually are

user27: i want to just wrap them all up in blankets and tell them it’s all going to be okay

user28: good thing they have y/n and carlos to do that

alexalbon: he won’t tell you this but he did run back to his drivers room to get gabi a jumper and a blanket, he’s a softy for them really

yourusername: that's my man 🥰

kimiantonelli: we’re the five duckies so please refrain from flipping into the barriers again please and thank you

yourusername: kimi?!

carlossainz55: that’s not how we word these things kimi

kimiantonelli: woah i’m trying to lighten the mood

olliebearman: everyone has been a real debby downer today - like three of us got points! (this is a joke, i am happy you’re okay gabi)

gabrielbortoleto: bring the mood back down, i’ve got some more things i want to get with my sympathy points

carlossainz55: gabi???

gabrielbortoleto: fernando taught me to take advantage of anything and everything

carlossainz55: that sounds about right…

user29: why is fernando still at the scene of the crime

kimiantonelli: he’s old! he won his last championship before i was born!

fernandoalo_oficial: @carlossainz55 control your kid

carlossainz55: excuse me? after what you’ve taught gabi?

fernandoalo_oficial: oh don’t act so innocent carlito - did isack or did isack not steal all of the goodies from the media pen because he MANIPULATED the comms girls

isackhadjar: i DID NO SUCH THING

isackhadjar: i am just a nice guy!

jackdoohan: he distracted them and i took them!

fernandoalo_oficial: scoundrels

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carlossainz55: as much as they’re annoying - i love our duckies and it’s going to take more than one DNF to turn me against them

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user30: oh wow he is a changed man

user31: i fear this is a real mark of maturity because believe me i’d be crashing the fuck out (pun intended)

user32: i mean now he’s seen it back he defo knows that it wasn’t really any one person’s fault

olliebearman: I’M SO SORRY CARLOS

olliebearman: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FORGIVE ME

kimiantonelli: what about me ????

olliebearman: you are NOT the priority here

kimiantonelli: we have a ship name ??? does that mean nothing?

olliebearman: not right now? not when our cycling sessions are on the line?

carlossainz55: are you guys finished arguing now?

olliebearman: can you forgive me now so we can get back to arguing

carlossainz55: i told you guys there’s no hard feelings, we all got squeezed in the rain - stop stressing

olliebearman: okay thanks

kimiantonelli: thx

kimiantonelli: anyway

kimiantonelli: HOW DARE YOU NOT WANT MY FORGIVENESS FIRST?

olliebearman: omg you’re so self-involved

jackdoohan: you gonna let him say that kimi?

kimiantonelli: ME? SELF-INVOLVED?

isackhadjar: ollie i can hear him bitching from here…

olliebearman: GASP!

gabrielbortoleto: kimi… clearly he doesn’t care about the sanctity of bearnelli

kimiantonelli: i can’t believe this 😖

yourusername: right okay let’s calm it down boys

carlossainz55: no this is quite entertaining let them keep going …

yourusername: so you are the bad influence

carlossainz55: if we have to keep them around i might as well enjoy it

yourusername: really?

carlossainz55: the longer they argue and instigate, the less they are bothering us and i can actually spend time with my girlfriend

user33: this whole comment section is just one big familial domestic

user34: they are everything to me

user35: carlos can never retire now i’m sorry those are the rules

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yourusername: omg all five of our duckies scored points and carlos was on the pdoium this weekend at silverstone!!! what an anniversary weekend, and our duckies remembered!

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user36: THE DUCKIES

user37: i don’t care how dumb the nickname is i love it so much

user38: free yourself from thinking everything is cringe

jackdoohan: so since you’re from silverstone, can we claim this as a home race so we can all say got points at home

yourusername: i’ve seen shakier logic from oscar so i’ll say yes!

oscarpiastri: RUDE

kimiantonelli: he’s just bitter because no one cares about his lil grid kid stunt in monaco anymore now we have y/n and carlos

oscarpiastri: omg ??? leave me alone

olliebearman: come say that to our faces 😡

jackdoohan: he won’t we out number him

iscakhadjar: 💪

oscarpiastri: you people are all like rabid dogs

carlossainz55: watch what you say about the duckies

oscarpiastri: this is crazy, you were the one who was constantly complaining about them

carlossainz55: yes well now i like them! and i don’t appreciate your tone

oscarpiastri: why weren’t you this nice to me as a rookie?

carlossainz55: eh?

gabrielbortoleto: he just likes us better!

carlossainz55: he’s not wrong…

oscarpiastri: fine! charles is a better grid dad anyway

oscarpiastri: and while we’re at it i’m gonna claim max as well

charles_leclerc: yeah i never complained about oscar, i took him in immediately!

maxverstappen1: i don’t know how i got roped into this but yeah - we’re better!

user39: you know what? sure

user40: i stopped asking questions a long time ago

user41: they got them gifts for their anniversary? that’s too fucking cute i can’t

user42: duckies you are so iconic

carlossainz55: i guess the duckies are good for one thing - gifts

yourusername: it’s definitely a perk!

carlossainz55: but i’ll deal with all of their chaos if it means being with you

yourusername: awwwww i love you too

yourusername: so much we have five kids before being married…

carlossainz55: is this a hint?

yourusername: i don’t know you tell me?

kimiantonelli: PLEASE DON’T PROPOSAL WITHOUT US THERE

jackdoohan: that is a threat

olliebearman: bagsy being a bridesmaid

isackhadjar: i know someone who can get you the eiffel tower?

gabrielbortoleto: omg my first wedding party !!!

carlossainz55: let’s all slow down for a second - i will propose but you little devils will not be involved…

yourusername: but they’re so cute 😢

carlossainz55: maybe… but only because i love you

fin.

note: kinda on fire today? i will be crashing in like two hours so i had to be productive while i could be

[burymagdalene]

Crazy Little Thing Cold Love - S. Reid x Reader

Where the fierce cold brought by their holiday with the team to a ski lodge leads reader and Spencer to seek warmth in more ways than one in their room. Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader Genre: Fluff and Smut (18+ pls pls) tags: softdom!Spence, fingersucking, dry humping, lots of messy kissing, fingering, oral (fem receiving), handjob, piv sex, overstimulation (I can’t help it), praise, fluff, of course, they love each other big time! wc: 6.1k. a/n: I genuinely did not think more than 20 people would read my last (first) fic, I was smiling ear to ear and stalked everyone who liked it basically. I hope this isn’t too long. I don’t know what the fic length sweet spot is. Anyway, I was imagining our pretty boy in the Alaska episode 5x21 while writing this. MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMAL

Despite not knowing how to ski, when Spencer invited you to join him and his team for a quick holiday to a ski lodge in Colorado, you nearly melted in excitement. 

You’re over at Spencer’s apartment, bag readily in hand, watching him try to find outfits for this occasion. “Well.. I’m not going to be skiing, so I think regular clothes will be fine, hm?”

“Just bring a couple sweaters or something, that’s what I did. And a swimsuit.” You comment as you lay on your stomach on his bed, scrolling through your phone. Spencer takes his head out of his closet to spin and look at you.

“I didn’t even think about that. Of course. Thank you.” He mumbles and walks to his dresser, unsure if he even has swim trunks here. In his bottom drawer he digs through ridiculous ties and socks he’s forgotten about and begrudgingly finds the only swim trunks he had since highschool.

You scoot your body towards the end of his bed, leaning your head over to look at the way-too-short purple swim trunks he’s holding up with an unmistakably gloom look on his face. “Oh… you have to try those on. Right now.” You request through giggles. 

Spencer stands up slowly placing the trunks in front of the trousers on his legs to see how the size difference from a pre-pubescent Spencer contrasts to now. How badly he’s about to be humiliated in front of his coworkers. 

It’s nothing too horrifying, just blatantly un-Spencer in a way that has you both laughing at the ridiculousness of it. Seeing your boyfriend in short shorts has yet to occur! Regardless, Spencer slips off his slacks and pulls the shorts over his legs, jumping to put pants on for the first time in his life.

Spencer does not look bad. The shorts are too high up, he has probably grown about 6 inches since he picked these out. The tag is still on, he’s never even worn them. They sit nicely fitted on his upper thighs and he has his hands covering his face laughing as he shows you. In an over exaggerated manly voice you laugh out a “do a little spin for me hot stuff” at a groaning Spencer.  

“Babe,” Spencer laughs “I cannot be seen in these. In front of my highly respected team as well. In front of… Morgan.” He begins to take them off and throws them into his duffle bag anyway. 

“Noooo you gotta. Plus it’ll probably be just the two of us in the hot tub or whatever at a time. We’re not all going to be sitting in it together. At least I hope not…” You giggle a bit at the image. You have to give Spencer props though, him a few years ago would’ve cancelled his RSVP or purposefully left the swimsuit at home leaving him to a trip of staying in a random log cabin reading. 

It’s not for a case, so the team does not have access to their own plane, making it so that you and Spencer are doomed to wake up at 5am to meet everybody at the airport. You give out multiple sleepy sidehugs, unable to believe how equipped everyone is at waking up at unbearable hours. With this though you are able to sleep through the flight from D.C. to Colorado just fine using Spencer as your pillow. 

The ski lodge made you gasp when you arrived. Snow that was not present in D.C. covered every inch of the area; two levels of wooden panels lead to a huge snow slope behind the lodge. Through many “ooh’s” and “aah’s” it was finally revealed that only Rossi, Hotch, and JJ knew how to ski. Though, Emily and Morgan were equally as interested in learning from the best. This left you, Garcia, and Spencer to inside activities; watching your friends ski, groaning at lack of cell service (Garcia), reading, and the wonderfully heated pool and hottub that rested on the porch overlooking the slope. This, of course, made everyone squeal. 

Rooms were doubled up and you and Spencer unpacked your bags chatting with Morgan who was leaning against the doorway regarding ski tricks.

“If you’re so uncoordinated and haven't touched a slope in your life, why would you care about how skiing can aid astronauts mobility?” Morgan questioned Spencer's rambling about astronauts who have experience with skiing and had an easier time walking on the moon. 

“Well I’m not walking on the moon anytime soon either I just think it’s fascinating that cross country skiing-”

“What is that?” Morgan interrupts Spencer when a sweater covering his trunks in his bag gets put away, revealing the tiny purple fabric. You start giggling as Spencer sighs. Morgan walks into the room and picks them up from his bag. “What does this sweet girl have you wearing for her, Reid?” He teases.

Spencer definitely grabs them from his hands “Nothing! I got them when I was in highschool, I don’t go swimming a lot.” He sighs and looks down at you shaking his head as if to say “what did I say?” without speaking. 

Morgan relents seeing Spencer's face redden a bit. “Ah, pretty boy, well, this look might be good for you, I can’t wait.” He exits laughing after ruffling Spencer's hair. 

Spencer plops down on the bed next to you, scooping you in his arms. “This better be the most heavenly hot tub I’ll ever experience…” he sighs into your neck. You wrap your arms around him too, running your nails softly over his back and whisper back “Oh stop. You deserve a break, it will be.”

Later that day after playing a few rounds of Spades, everyone decides it's time to face the cold, put on gear and ski. Or watch them from the patio. It’s amusing even though you have no concept of how they’re going down with such elegance. It almost looks too easy for them. You have two sweaters on and a ski coat. Apparently, coming out with one sweater and a coat was so offensive to Spencer that he made you tack on another layer. “You’re the coldest person I know, please add another, baby”. Spencer, who was bundled up himself, pleaded as you spun around on your heels to redress yourself without protest because you know he’s right. 

With your chin tucked into your hands, pressed between Penelope and Spencer, you all take on the roles of pseudo-Olympic commentators to pass the time. The horrible butchered transatlantic accent coming from you all worsened by the warmed eggnog held between cold palms. Spencer eagerly grins as he sees Morgan stumble a bit in his boots, “Yikes, not a good start for Morgan, whose first Olympics is this year. Now wait, wait, it is down to the wire but…YES, it looks like Morgan has gone for the gold and succeeded. Such a momentous moment in the young athletes career-”

Penelope slaps Spencer's arm, doubled over laughing at the fake news anchor voice he has adapted for this role he has put on. “Stop, stop, he’s going to get mad at you!” You all wipe the smiles off your faces and put on fake serious ones as Morgan trudges back up the slope, looking more suspicious than if you had just kept laughing. He shakes his head in disappointment towards the three of you.

All sort of tipsy and numb from the cold decide to go back inside. The rigorous ski activities today coupled with the early morning, causes the rest of the team to head to bed early. You and Spencer run towards your room at the same time, pushing past each other in the door frame as you try to stumble into warmth. 

You slide your coat off and plummet to the ground to turn on the space heater with a speed as though it was a bomb you had 3 seconds left to disarm. You put your hands near it to warm them, looking up from the floor to Spencer who is smiling down at you from the bed. He silently motions with his head for you to sit over by him.

Whining and pulling yourself away from the heater, you get up and stand between Spencer's slightly open legs. He places his arms behind him and slouches back on his palms to get a better look at your face from where you’re standing. He tilts his head innocently to the side and squints at you. “Is somebody too cold? I would’ve never guessed that…” 

Scoffing and pulling your arms around yourself to conserve heat you mumble back “Noooo… I mean. Just my hands. Hah, they feel like they’re made out of molasses.” Spencer gives a mocking sort of pitied smile up at you, which you ignore by the good graces in your heart. He shifts his weight back onto one hand and slips one of his chilled palms up the front of your sweater to your waist. You wince at the juxtaposition between your flushed skin under your layers and his icy hand. 

You grab his wrist from under your sweater with an icier hand. “Don’t… torture me.” You beg at him. He furrows his eyes together and pouts, as if the idea of removing his hand from the curve of your waist would drain all the blood from his veins. Spencer hums and takes it off anyway, sitting up straight and taking both of your wrists into his hands, placing them together so he can cover your hands with his, moving back and forth to spark some friction into them.

The heat starts quickly from your fingertips to your wrists and you hum in content. Spencer whispers a “Yeah, you’re okay,” in response. “Your hands are freezing, I’m sorry angel.” Very malleable from the sweet heat you’re finally getting, Spencer continues to move your hands so that your palms are facing his face now. He kisses your fingertips softly, the warmth from his mouth makes you let out an almost silent moan. 

“S’that nice?” He looks up into your eyes, you still standing there like if you moved all the heat you’ve accumulated on this spot of the floor would vanish. You nod breathlessly. Spencer smiles at your response, not wanting to tease you further, preferring the flush in your cheeks his warmth is supplying you over his taunting. He begins to press more soft, slow kisses over your fingertips, moving your hands at his will by your wrists. 

Then there is a progression to open mouth kisses on your palms, he bends your hands down to kiss over each of your knuckles, eyelids open and trained on your face. Spencer rubs his cheek on the back of your hands and moves them again so the sensitive skin of your inner forearms are facing him. Rolling up each sleeve of your sweater, he coos at the goosebumps that raise from the air on your newly exposed skin. The kisses start from your wrists up to the crux of your inner elbow. You get a second round of goosebumps from a different source now.

You let out a rush of air at the sensitivity picking up on your arms from his mouth, from the cold. Spencer places one last kiss on your arm and nips the inside of the sensitive skin there. At this you can only make a pinched face and mutter out a simple, “Spence.”

He can’t help but grin at your placidity, he’s used to your sharp tongue, but this evening you’re nothing but soft sounds and looks. Your goosebumps soon fade as he rubs your arms up and down a few times and slides each of your sleeves back to their rightful places. “Warm?” He questions finally.

Truthfully, the space heater has kicked up enough that you don’t feel like your life's on the line anymore and you on the outside are just as warm and fuzzy as you are feeling on the inside. Still, being doted on is never something you would allow to run short if you have any say in it. “Mmm… my fingers just can’t. Get warm?” You don’t even believe yourself.

Spencer decides to take pity on you anyway through the “woe is me” act you’re executing poorly. “Ahh. Pesky things. Let me try something.” Spencer picks up your right hand again with the delicacy of picking up a butterfly and places your fingers against his lips again. This time though as he’s looking up at you and cupping your hand with both of his, he positions your middle and ring finger down so that they’re the only two pressed against his lips.

Starting off, he kisses them like before, sickly sweet, only with your warmth in mind, then ups his ante a bit. With a small parting of lips, Spencer's tongue tentatively pokes out around the fingers. He’s testing the waters. Easily, you give an eager nod of approval. 

Another hum falls from Spencer's lips as he takes your two fingers, to the second knuckle, deeper into his mouth. Sucking your fingers now and staring up at you, you shuffle yourself closer to him, straddling his legs and resting your other hand against his shoulder for purchase.

Spencer’s hands slip from yours and find a place under your sweater again, and this time you let him with no complaints. You take your hand from his shoulder and cup his jaw gently with it, guiding his head back slowly, allowing him to take in more of your fingers. Spencer sucks them gently and moans around them when your fingers grip his jaw a bit too hard. You drop the hand that’s grabbing him. One has to be careful not to bruise the jaw that’s sucking their fingers. Something like that.

Letting go with a gentle pop, Spencer takes a breath of air and pushes his face up to meet yours in a wet kiss. Your wet fingers cup his face as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and tugs. 

“Mmpf-” You groan, pain spreading lightly in your mouth now. You briefly think of your first kiss, how feather-light it was that you hardly even felt him there with how tentative he was. After all this time you’ve enabled this boyfriend of yours to use his teeth to nip you like a territorial kitten who is privy to love biting. 

With an open mouth you kiss him hard in a rebuttal that has him smiling against your lips. “Hmm, don’t groan, you’re not going to break,” he wraps his arms around you fully, moving his mouth to your ear now, “helpless little lamb-” his voice gentle despite his mocking candace. 

You don’t feel like baring your teeth, fully satisfied with allowing Spencer to push your buttons until he inevitably notices your novel docility and rewards you for it. You know him like the back of your hand. 

Wrapped in his embrace and legs open over top of him there’s an instinctual need in your brain needing you to grind down on him and a more voluntary decision bred from embarrassment that is saying too soon too soon. In the crossfire of these conflicted thoughts your thighs concoct an awkward shaky squeeze motion and immediately lift up from him. 

“Going somewhere?” Spencer says in a pretend-serious tone before snickering at you once you silently sit back down on him. He understands you just as well as you do him and slips the arms that are under your sweater to brace your hips against his. “Is this what you wanted? You can take whatever you want from me.”

Sitting back down to where you were previously on his lap you card your fingers through his hair. “How chivalrous…” you murmur against his lips before you open your mouth to kiss him again. You have learned how to utilize time being spent while kissing Spencer over the course of your relationship. Rather, you have learned how to kiss each other in a way that signals immediately to the other that you’re needing this to progress past dry humping. The way your lips are slotting together and the way he’s pulling on your lips with his is a blaring sign. 

After you let out a shuddering sigh while pulling away for a breath, Spencer uses this opportunity to usher you so that your back is flat against the bed and he’s resting his arms around your head on top of you. With one of his hands against your cheek and the other caging your head in you easily slip back into the version of yourselves that tremble with need, this desperation not well suited for either of you. Intolerable.

Spencer’s thigh is regrettably too far away for you to grind yourself against and in order to shake the throbbing at your center you wordlessly take his hand by your face and bring it down over your jeans. He takes the hint immediately cupping you so you can grind against his hand through the thick fabric. 

He likes to pull away for this part. Spencer stops kissing you so that while he’s rubbing your clit through your pants he can hear your unoccupied mouth moaning while he kisses along your jaw and neck. He thinks of it as a cheat code really, he gets to keep kissing your skin while simultaneously hearing your progression from moans caught in your throat to small whines and begs.

Surprisingly, Spencer is the first to break and ask for the fabric barriers to be discarded, which makes you proud because you’re the one who’s the most impacted by your (basically) industrial grade jeans prohibiting you from feeling your boyfriend's fingers against you. 

“Baby, these are killing me,” He’s already moving above you to unbutton your jeans and shimmy them down to around and off your ankles. “I promise I’ll keep you warm.” In all honesty you’ve forgotten about the biting wind outside and the slopes of snow toppling over, but you appreciate the sentiment regardless. The idea that being cold will genuinely stop you from having him inside you right now is laughable.

You sit up and take off your sweater and undershirt as Spencer is working on your lower half. Working as in mouthing over your cunt through your panties as you struggle to unhook your bra at the visual.

Your legs are parted, thick white socks still up to your shins, and once Spencer threw your jeans to the ground he laid between your legs to kiss and lick over your panties. You keep fumbling with the clasp whenever he sucks or kisses over your clit. Not the most efficient moment of your life. “J-Jesus, I can’t get this off.” You huff and break him out of his pussy-induced stupor. 

Spencer comes up from between your legs and shuffles over and unclasps your bra with such elegance that you can’t even comment on it because you know he’s boasting over it in his head. Instead you pull over his sweater and shakily unbutton the top half of his button up shirt while he works on the bottom half. Your hands briefly meet over his middle button and he kisses your forehead with a smile as he pops the last one open for you both. 

His own slacks are thrown off alongside yours on the floor and you both grab at each other to take off one anothers underwear in such an eager manner that you have to laugh at each other for a moment before finally sliding them off. 

Spencer guides your head with his hand behind it as you slowly lay down besides him. Knees propped up and together, he places one of his hands on the outside of your thigh, gently running his fingers tips up and down the skin. “Why don’t you go ahead and open up your legs for me?” He asks between petting your leg.

Now, he must notice that it would be too easy for him to open them for you, like he so naturally comes to do. He’s coaxed your thighs open, held them down from the backside of your knees while you squirm from his lips sucking your clit, pushed them together and to the side when you’re squeezing his sides too tight while he’s fucking you. There is something delightfully humiliating about spreading them open yourself. So eager to display for him the shiny wetness that has been coating you for a demeaning amount of time, like gifting him a bashful merit badge for his effortless work.  

You look up at him through your lashes, his eyes are fixed on the softness of your lower belly, waiting for the moment you start to move so he can see your sex being revealed the instant you do it. Pervert. Taking one of your hands away from the bed you trail it slowly from the bottom of your ribcage to the very part of your stomach that has Spencer transfixed. Teasing yourself and Spencer simultaneously, you push your hand between your closed thighs, still hiding yourself slightly, and dragging up some of the wetness you collected with your first two fingers.

This time your fingers go into your own mouth, sucking off the taste of yourself while you watch Spencer mouth breathe and the tip of his dick start to dribble. Poor thing. “I love you.” He whispers into the air, incentivizing you to just do what you’re told. 

Embarrassment flushes your chest as you part your legs for him, putting both of your arms lazily above your head, finally rewarding him with saying “I love you” back once your thighs are on opposite sides from each other and your pussy is on full display. 

He shuffles closer to you on his knees, arm reaching out to softly run his hand on the inside of your thigh. “Look at you… can I touch?” Spencer’s asking like he doesn’t know if he doesn’t you’ll die.

“I’ll die if you don’t.” He should get where you’re coming from. He smiles meekly to himself, proud, or maybe just plain excited, and spreads apart your lips with his fingers. Your toes curl in on themselves as he slides his middle finger through you, spreading your wetness and mulling your ache. It’s almost too much to watch this near-inspection and you turn your flushed cheeks to the side and look at how his dick is a matching shade of red to your face. You love this part. Tangible evidence to how he feels about you, not that you need any more, but seeing right in your face how being with you makes his thighs tense and cock heavy puts a smile on your face.

With two fingers now he’s collecting the sticky soft wetness that never stops collecting in times like these, and rubbing your clit with them in such a gentle way you scoff out a “Please-”

Immediately he gives in, he’s not a professional at avoiding your begs even when it's looking like he’s going to be in charge. Pressing his fingers harder against you he rubs faster circles onto where you’re pleading for it. “Being so bossy. We haven’t even started.” He quips, trying to gain back some of the fervor he has for being in control, not just sit back, be a good listener, and give give give. 

Your clit throbs helplessly against his fingers. Wanting them harder and faster, wanting them inside you, in your mouth, against your throat, you can’t help but whine at the possibilities montaging in your head. Spencer watches a small dribble of white essence leak from you, mutters a “Jesus” to himself and slides his two fingers off your clit to inside of you. You choke on your moan, not expecting to be so full so quickly, it’s perfect. Spencer isn’t teasingly fucking you with his fingers. He knows how to curl them, he does so. He knows to put his forearm into it in the way that makes you stamp your legs shut. He’s fucking you quickly and easily with them as you bring your hands over your face.

“There, Spence.” You mumble against your hands, biting the skin of your palm to be courteous to everyone else in the house right now.

“I know.” He pushes against that spot in you that’s made you cry and rubs with a pressure made with love. You buck your hips and let him get away with whatever he wants to do with you, but the noise coming from his fingers in you makes you want to float out of your body. 

Brows furrowed and head pressing back against the bed your hips start to twist, with a mind of their own, turning over onto Spencer's hand. This part you can’t control. “Mmm, Spencer. Okay, okay, fuck.” You’re bargaining in your own way, for something neither of you know, but Spencer figures out every time. He slips his fingers out and places them on your clit again. Wet and pruned from being inside of you, he can move fastly against it as you gasp.

“I wish you could see what I see right now. So wet. You’re about to ruin these sheets the first night, baby.” He laughs gently at you. 

“Th-then stop touching me.” You bite back. Immediately scared of the idea of him following through. 

Spencer would literally never do that. He rolls his eyes a bit and furrows his brows at you when you make eye contact. He hums and adds a third finger to rub circles against your clit, two not being enough anymore for a precise massage with how wet you are.

Moving slowly back flat against the bed, your pelvis gives up on trying to crush Spencer’s hand underneath them. When his other hand trails down to fuck you while he rubs your clit you look for a way to thank him without bringing humiliation to yourself for years to come. You feebly grip the base of his dick, palm fairly loose around him as he’s currently milking all of the strength from your limbs. 

Spencer plainly laughs at this, it’s so you. He’s making your brain leak from your ears and you can only pump him lightly a few times. The one instance where you two have tried to 69 this story ended a similar way, with his tongue doing unspeakable things while you can just moan around his dick and wetly kiss it. It’s hard to do things while he’s fucking you. 

You huff, wanting his pretty leaking dick to be getting the same amount of attention as you are. Keeping your one hand on his base to keep it from bobbing, you reach over with your other hand to rub his tip, smear himself all over the sensitive top. He’s stopped laughing now.

“Please don’t make me cum right now.” Spencer pleads softly as he starts to quickly rub your clit from side to side now instead of the circles he was doing before. Fuck, talk about a competition. Your back arches up from the bed as your hand falls limply from where it was on his tip.

Wanting to inform Spencer on how you can’t jerk him off while he’s touching you so he should just start fucking you properly is not a sentence in your capabilities right now so you try your best with a “fuck me fuck me fuck me.” Doesn’t leave much for interpretation.

He slows his fingers and pulls them away with a sad “sorry, angel…” after glancing at your sour face from the lack of stimulation you’re getting now. He slips off the bed entirely to grab a condom from his bag, and throws it on your stomach for you to open after his fingers slip trying to tear the wrapper himself from your wetness still on his fingers. 

Fully situated between your legs again now Spencer looks up at the ceiling briefly while you roll the condom on him as if saying a prayer for composure before he’s inside of you. You can’t help but smile at this as you start to rub him between your legs, grabbing his attention back onto the task at hand.

Whenever Spencer first slides into you, you have to make sure to keep your eyes open to watch his face since he nearly always wears the same angelic face that you never get to see elsewhere. His mouth becomes a small “o”, his eyebrows are furrowed together, but not like he’s squeezing them down, they’re pulled up in a blissed out expression as his eyelids flutter closed. Heavenly.

He’s got one of your thighs in his grasp and he’s pushing it up against your ribs as he begins a steady pace with his hips against yours. There’s strings of your slick attached to his upper thighs from your inner legs rubbing against him. Maybe you are making too much of a mess out of these poor clean sheets.

After his initial haze of trying not to come instantly, Spencer brings back down his right hand to continue flicking your clit back and forth with his wet fingers. You bite down on his shoulder to keep from terrorizing your housemates. Your propped up foot, still covered in your warm socks, thuds softly against his back as the other one grips onto the sheets. 

“Feel nice baby?” Spencer asks into your hair as you bite down onto him.

How he could ask you this is beyond you, though you suppose he’s indirectly asking you to feed into his praise kink. “You feel so perfect Spence,” you whine against him. “unhhh…might be a bit too obsessed with your cock” you slur and laugh a bit at the end, not sure what will do it for him. Nevertheless he lets out a choked whimper and loses his rhythm. Bingo. 

His weight is pushing you down so you can’t wiggle away from any of the stimulation he’s giving you. It accumulates quickly and, just laying there and taking it, you don’t get enough time to warn him you’re close. You weren’t close really, it felt good and then you came. Sucking in air through your teeth your thighs squeeze around Spencer, who is murmuring “oh baby…” into your ear. 

You want to kick him for how good he’s making you feel. It feels unfair and you want to throw a tantrum based on how his fingers are still rubbing your twitching clit and how much you love the feeling of drowning in his pleasure. You’d never throw a tantrum though. Right now, Spencer has caught you in a completely willing mood where you’re closer to proposing to him than anything.

It’s dizzying. Your mouth is wide open in shock as you let him touch you into overstimulation and you don’t even realize it till he lets go of the vice he had on your leg and brings his free hand to put his thumb into your mouth. Latching onto it immediately, you use it as a buffer, a gag, to prevent yourself from making too much noise or mouthing off. You bite down a little on the digit and drool rolls down your lips to your chin. Spencer takes his thumb out, collects it, and pushes it back into your mouth.

Spencer reverts back to rubbing your clit back and forth with his middle and ring finger, losing purchase a few times with how wet you are, but finding his way back to your sweet spot just as quickly. You feel the second orgasm building this time around. Your eyes shoot open, you suck softly on his thumb and he looks back down at you, recognizing the pleading look in your eyes.

“Yeah. Y-yeah, angel. S’a good girl-” he gives his sort of permission and you cum so hard you don’t realize he’s finishing right behind you. 

He’s petting your hair with his hand, both wet from either your cum or your spit and you try to shove that complaint out of your head because of how sweetly he’s moaning above you as he finishes. He’s done cumming but he tends to keep sliding into you after, not ready to give up the whole experience yet. This is when you hear his prettiest sounds.

You cup his cheeks and kiss all over his face and he softly smiles and finally pulls out of you, laying on his back and scooping you on top of him. Tracing a finger over his lips softly you whisper how impossibly good he always makes you feel, how he gets you so wet that you didn’t even know you had that much in you till the tips of his ears go red and he pinches your side. 

“Open for me.” He asks one more time after shaking off the blush that has accumulated from your praises. You smile and open, finally sucking off what’s left of yourself from his fingers. He pops them into his mouth after yours without a second thought and you cannot believe this is the man who gets the heebie jeebies when he has to shake hands with someone new he meets. They should be the ones hesitant to shake his hand with where they have been.

Both feeling ridiculously sticky, you shower together, not even bothering to unpack your toiletries, just using the too-lemony-smelling products the lodge has provided you with for free. Spencer washes your hair for you so you don’t even need to complain to him about how he’s dirtied it and you both trot back over to the bed with fuzzy robes on. 

You cover your face with your hands at the unmistakable wet patches all over the sheets and Spencer collects them quickly and pops them into the washer. 

Exhausted, you both lay side by side on the barren bed as you wait for the sheets to be done. Mumbled against your lips a proposition, “I want to see you in that hot tub.” He clearly feels bad for the goosebumps littering your torso that he’s subconsciously been trying to rub away for the last twenty minutes after you left the heat of the shower. 

Blinking blankly at him for a moment in silence you purse your lips, “I was thinking about the hot tub too.” The thought of removing yourself from the room that has cold leaking back into it from the lack of physical activity now is thrilling.

Spencer laughs and sits up next to you on the bed. “Everyone is so exhausted from waking up early and skiing all day that we will be all alone so I thought now would be a good-”

“Yeah,” you nod your head enthusiastically at him. You can’t remember the last time you were in a hot tub and it sounds like a dream right now. “Let me get my suit.” You both wobbly stand up and you retrieve your swimsuit from the drawer, laughing while you toss Spencer's trunks back at him. He’s so blissed out from the sex that he doesn’t even mention the trunks, he just slips them on and heads out. 

You make Spencer step onto the freezing porch first after you demand him to take the cover off the hot tub for you both, this was his idea after all. Watching from the glass door you blow your breath onto the glass to draw a little heart with an “S” inside of it in the fog. Spencer blows you a kiss in return as he skimpers out in his purple trunks and enormous ski coat.

The alternation between walking out in a swimsuit in that ungodly temperature, into the hot jets of the hot tub feels like whiplash, but once you’re fully submerged you giggle happily and sway your hands under the water.

You and Spencer play footsie under the water like two lovesick teenagers at a pool party as you look off the balcony at the snow. You nudge him under the water a bit before talking,

“Thank you so much for bringing me to this, seriously. I feel like we’re on our honeymoon.” you joke.

Spencer hums and takes your hands into his, rubbing the outside of your hand with his thumb. “Mmm, well on our actual honeymoon I’ll probably have to take you somewhere warm to avoid all this teeth chattering.” He teases back at you, but his words have an underlying sincerity that makes you sink yourself down into the water to your chin with a smile.

“You’re gonna marry meeee,” you respond in a sing-song voice, Spencer grins back for a moment then looks at you and nods earnestly. 

“How could I not?”

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bed chem ౨ৎ bff!anakin skywalker MDNI 18+ tags: mutual pining, best friends to lovers, female reader, mentions of sex, alcohol, fluff. lmk if i should make a pt 2 of this… ♡

anakin skywalker would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about how you’d be in bed.

he feels so wrong- so creepy- for even wondering, but he can’t help it. sure, he’s seen you in your underwear, and slept in your bed, but it’s not enough.

he hasn’t seen you with your lips red and swollen, your mascara smeared and smudged, your bare body underneath his.

no. he feels like he’s betraying you by thinking about stuff like that. you’re his best friend, you’ve spent your whole lives together, and he’s sure you’ve never thought about this stuff with him…

“ani?… ani!”

your voice, sweet as ever, snaps him out of deep thought. you’re sitting next to him on somebody’s couch, at a house party padmé just needed to have you guys at. he smiles up at you, an almost dazed expression on his face. “hm?”

you giggle at him slightly, leaning closer to him so he could hear you over the painfully loud music being played. “gosh, what’d you drink? i swear, i’ve been trying to get your attention for, like, ever,”

“oh.” he smiles sheepishly, like a kid whose been caught sneaking candy. “nothi- i haven’t had anything. i’m driving you.” he reminds you.

“dunno, i figured you found someone else to.” you shrug dismissively, although you know he would never drink knowing he’s meant to drive you home. he shakes his head in response.

you smile up at him, and he sprawls his arm behind your shoulders and onto the couch, positioning himself closer to you. a content sigh escapes your lips as you take in your surroundings.

anakin watches the way your lips part, his eyes traveling down your body, taking in the tight dress you’re wearing tonight. gosh, did your tits spill out of it like this when you tried it on for him at the mall?

his mind almost drifts to what it would be like to take that dress of you, how it would feel to have those heels you’re wearing dig into his back. you don’t notice his stare, and how his pupils have grown so large you can’t see his irises.

he shakes those thoughts away as a few of his friends walk over. you don’t know them all well, but they’re always polite to you. you’re sure that anakin told them to be on their best behavior around you.

he greets them while you smile courteously, the shots you had with padmé and a few of your friends making you a bit more relaxed than usual.

“what, you and your girl sneak off to makeout?” one of the guys, who’s name you remember as james, says and nods towards his hand draped on the couch and over your shoulders.

you let out a small giggle, and you’re sure your face flushes, but you thank the dimmed lighting of the house party for hiding it.

truthfully, you often found yourself wishing you were ‘his girl.’ you know it’ll never happen, so you’ve gotten yourself used to just being his best friend.

still, you’ve never dated anyone, because they’re just not him. and when he’s asked as to why, you just smiled up at him playfully, replying with: “why would i need some guy, when i already make my best friend do everything for me?”

“yeah, we sure did.” anakin replies sarcastically. you know he’s only joking, but just the thoguht of it makes your spine straighten. you try to remain calm, laughing passively. you silently thank god for tequila.

james shrugs “i’m still surprised you’re not with her.” he says dismissively, ignoring anakins annoyed expression. “come on, you haven’t thought about it?” he says, laughing.

anakin doesn’t respond for a second, and you miss the slight smile on his face. “shut up, man.” he says, almost embarrassed. james holds his palms up in mock surrender, laughing.

“oh he definitely has.” laughs another friend, ethan, and you stifle a giggle. anakin shoots him a glare, and the rest of the guys just laugh.

the rest of the party goes on, and you and anakin get separated at some point, padmé dragging you along to go play beer pong or something.

you lose count of how much you’ve drank, and by the time anakin spots you in the crowd, you’re visibly wasted. he swears to himself, quickly bidding his friends a good night (ignoring their protests for him to stay) and hastily making his way over to you.

you’re leaned up against a counter, attempting to talk to one of your friends, while trying not to pass out or throw up right in the middle of the kitchen. anakin, like your knight in shining armor, quickly appears at your side.

“ani!” you slur, smiling up at him, quickly grabbing onto his bicep for balance. “hey sweetheart, i’m gonna take you home now, ok?” he says. you never drink, and on the rare occasion you do, it’s never more than a beer or a shot. he knows how wasted you are, and curses himself for letting you out of his sight.

“why?” you pout, wanting to stay longer. “you’re drunk baby.” he replies simply, as patient as always with you. you giggle at him. “yeah.”

he nods, smiling back. “yeah. you are.” he snakes one arm around your waist, steadying you, and you bid goodbye to your friend as he leads you out of the house. your heels click on the concrete driveway as he walks you down it, and he lifts you in the passenger seat of his truck, the throw blanket you always keep in your unofficial seat gets draped over you.

he starts his truck, soft rock music quietly fills the cab as you guys drive out of the neighborhood and down the street to yours. you reach up to grab his arm, his right hand coming off the wheel to intertwine with yours

after a while, the truck comes to a stop, and he gets out to open your door. you smile, unbuckling your seatbelt as he comes to your side of the car, helping you out and up the front porch stairs of your house.

as well as your moms being best friends, they also bought neighboring family houses, which has always called for lots of sleepovers between you and him. luckily, your parents are off on a trip, and mr. & mrs. skywalker know anakin is staying at yours, so there’s no need to have to sneak in.

he helps you up the stairs and into your bedroom, sitting you on your bed and kneeling down to take your shoes off. you giggle girlishly at the action, always finding the ways he takes care of you so sweet. anakin huffs out a laugh at your drunken glee, setting your shoes aside.

“hold on, ‘m gonna grab your water.” he says, walking over to your bedside table and filling a glass from your carafe and handing it to you. you gulp it down quickly, not realizing how parched you were, before saying a soft ‘thank you.’

he nods in response, handing you a nightgown to change into. normally, he’d be salivating at the sheer idea of you changing, but he’s so focused on making sure you’re comfortable and in bed, that he barley even notices. he turns around as you change, ever the gentleman, but he still catches notice of the way your nightgown puts your plush thighs on full display.

“wait. my makeup.” you say slowly, realizing you still have your makeup done. “hm?” he says, scanning your face with worry. “need to take my makeup off.” you explain, brows furrowed softly as you try to speak clearly. he realises what you mean and disappears into your bathroom, returning with makeup wipes, a damp washcloth, and moisturizer.

he’s seen you do this routine a million times, so he has no difficulty gently removing your makeup. he has one hand on the back of your head as he tilts it up to make sure he’s removed everything, before rinsing your skin with a warm cloth. you smile softly as he applies moisturizer, amused by how focused he looks doing it.

“good?” he asks, and you nod, crawling into bed and pulling the cool cotton sheet over your body. your eyes instinctively close and you feel the bed dip beside you as anakin lies down, now changed into just a pair of flannel pants. you lay on his bare chest, melting into the warmth.

he wraps his arm around your waist, his thumb rubbing small circles into your back. “i had fun.” you say, the tiredness overcoming the alcohol in your system. “yeah?” he replies, smiling down at you as you nod into his chest.

“mhm.” you mumble, and he leans down to plant a kiss to the top of your head. “i’m glad.” he says softly, trying to lull you to sleep. you crane your head up, your eyes shut as you whisper to him. “i’ve thought about it, too.” you admit, before laying back down.

his thumb freezes, no longer tracing patterns on your back, but it doesn’t matter as he already feels you sleeping. if it wasn’t for the fact that james’s words haven’t been playing on loop in his head all night, he’d be confused by what you said, but truthfully he can’t stop thinking about it. do others know how he feels about you? is it obvious? is it obvious to you?

he must have been imagining it. maybe you said something else. besides, you’re wasted and delirious. surely you couldn’t have been admitting your feelings to him.

right?

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The Go Bag: Jack Abbot x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dizzybee03 @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis @gabsgabsvaz

Companion piece to:

The Asshole King - Jack discovers you have an unusual technique for dealing with patients.

Bob Dylan - You help Jack to relax after an incident at the hospital leaves him temporarily blind.

Because Of You - Jack realises he's starting to heal in more ways than one after you spend the day taking care of him.

Balance - Jack reveals his feelings for you but they come with complications.

Off Limits - An awkward start to the day leads Jack to make a claim on your affections.

Your relationship with Jack changes the morning you find the second go bag in the trunk of his car. He has his own tucked neatly against the left side panel so you’re surprised when you find a lavender one sitting alongside it.

It must be for Cici, you think but then you remember she has already has her own stashed away for a rainy day. You try not to snoop but your curiosity gets the better of you and you find yourself unzipping it.

It has the usual stuff. Ration packs, first aid supplies, water purification tablets but then you come across the documentation. A passport sealed away in a plastic ziplock back to prevent water damage.

Maria Abbot, it reads and the bottom just falls out of your world.

You realise in that moment that Jack will never love you, not the way you want him to. His heart still belongs to a woman who has been dead for over a decade.

“I’m gonna head out.” You tell him, lingering in the doorway of the kitchen as he begins to remove the groceries from the tote bags. “I need to prep for that conference I have coming up.”

“Oh.” He says, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. “I thought we were gonna do lunch...”

He trails off and the smile you give him, it doesn’t quite meet your eyes.

“I’m kinda stressing about it so I don’t think I’d be much company today.” You say as you place a kiss on his cheek and turn to leave. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Faye.” He says, his hand catching yours. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”

You sigh then because you know it’s time to pull the ripcord. You can’t keep repeating the patterns of your past and hope for a different outcome.

“You don’t love me.” You tell him, pulling away and tucking your hands into the pockets of your silk bomber jacket. “You enjoy spending time with me, having a companion but you don’t love me, not the way you did Maria.”

Jack looks away, his mouth setting into a grim, firm line and that silence, it speaks volumes.

“I was married to a man who didn’t love me for years and I can’t do that again.” You say, pushing through the agony that radiates in your chest. It feels like you’re being torn apart inside, like someone has reached into your rib cage and ripped your heart right out.  “So I don’t think this is gonna work for me Jack and I’m sorry about that, really I fucking am because I wanted it to...”

You leave then and Jack, he doesn’t follow.

***

You don’t call Jack over the weekend and Jack doesn’t call you.

You may have cauterized the wound, stopped yourself from bleeding out but that scar, it’s always going to be there. A stark reminder that some people don’t get happy endings. That you don’t get a happy ending.

You’re immersed in your presentation notes when the doorbell rings, Fleetwood Mac is playing in the background. Little Lies, ironically. You don’t expect to see Jack on the doorstep. He looks tired, the creases by his eyes more pronounced as if he hasn’t been sleeping.

“I was getting rid of it. The go bag…” He tells you, his gaze fixed on something down the street. “It’s been living in the bottom of my closet for years now and I thought it was time to make space for something else, for someone else.”

He tilts his head up towards you meeting your gaze for the first time and those whisky eyes of his, they’ll steal your soul if you let them.

“You were right.” He tells you, his voice raw with emotion. “I can’t love you like Maria, she was my life and my entire world broke apart when she died. But you Faye, you’re my heart, and I can’t live without my heart, I will die without my heart. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You breath catches as he steps inside the house, his hands coming to rest on either side of your face, cradling it between his palms.

“I love you Faye.” He whispers as his lips brush over yours. “I don’t want to live a single moment without you.”

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Ima eat you and your writing it’s so good can I please get a whiny sub Luffy x domtop male reader who’s like kinda tall I’m talking a tad bit shorter then brook type tall you can ignore if this is too specific 👍 love your work

EAT YOU UP — TOP MALE READER X MONKEY D. LUFFY

synopsis. luffy loved to sleep in your lap. it was warm, comfortable, and a big enough seat for him to nestle into. it didn't particularly bother you, and even if it did, you wouldn't be able to say no to your adorable captain anyway. just like you hadn't been able to say no to him when his ulterior motives re-surfaced. wc. 1.6k

tags. whiny! sub! luffy, dom! reader. size difference, reader's got a big cock, anal sex, virginity loss, cum eating, tongue-fucking, blowjob, he has no gag reflex, luffy being luffy, bit fluffy ngl

Luffy revelled in your size difference. 

The way you towered over him, your large hands being able to completely encircle his waist. Not to mention, you made such a good makeshift bed that he just couldn’t help but snuggle into your lap most afternoons, just to take a fat nap. 

You never really minded, as it didn’t interfere with your routine. Plus, having a lap warmer with you anywhere you went was undeniably a huge bonus. 

Today was one of those afternoons. 

Luffy hummed a song, squirming on your lap to find a comfortable position for his nap. You didn’t think much of it at first, until he started shifting about, his back pressed against your chest to directly sit on your cock. 

You froze, feeling the heat rush to your face, and somewhere else—it didn’t help that the rubber captain never kept still. Still, you couldn’t find it in you to push him off, as he had looked up at you with an adorably blinding grin, his gummy smile having wormed its way into your heart long ago. 

“Luffy,” you began awkwardly. 

“You’re hard today.” 

You spluttered. “I’m what today?” 

He turned around in your lap to blink innocently at you. “You’re harder than usual today, y/n!” 

“Oh. Haha… I am, aren’t I?” You let out a breath of relief. It hadn’t occurred to you that Luffy quite possibly didn’t know about that sort of stuff; or perhaps wasn’t interested in all, seeing as he never bat an eye to the beautiful, well-endowed Boa Hancock who practically threw herself at him at every chance. 

You were absorbed in your thoughts until you felt a hand palm your hard cock roughly. 

“Luffy!” Your hips bucked upwards, nearly throwing him off your lap. “What was that for—” 

“So yours does the same thing, too. Shishi, I thought my dick was broken when I touched it and it turned hard!” 

Oh. So he had touched himself before. Guess you could save yourself from having to give ‘the talk’ to an absolute airhead. 

“Wow,” Luffy continued to squeeze and fondle your cock through the thin layer of your pants, making you bite your lip to suppress a groan. “You’re pretty big!” 

“Captain,” you snapped, finally, glaring at him as he pouted. “This isn’t appropriate.” 

“But why not?” he protested, still not releasing his death-grip on your cock. 

“This—we—aren’t in that sort of relationship.” 

Luffy simply frowned. “Do we have to be in a relationship to touch each other’s dicks?” 

“Well, no, but—” 

“Good!” 

Before he went back to straight-up kneading your poor cock, you grabbed his wrists and bound them behind his back with one hand. 

“But why?” he whined loudly, bottom lip jutting out as he stared up at you. “I want to! You gotta let me! I’m the captain!” 

You sighed. “You may be my captain, but that doesn’t mean you get to take advantage of your superiority to sexually harass me whenever you want.” 

“I’m not sensually harassing you, or whatever that is!” 

“It’s ‘sexually harass’, not sensually harass. And—why do you even want to do this in the first place? You’ve never acted like this before when you napped on me before.” 

“I just suddenly want to! What’s the matter with that?!” Luffy looked petulant, almost angry as he couldn’t get what he wanted, and he retracted one of his legs hooked around your waist to tramp on your cock. 

You let out a guttural moan at that, and Luffy’s eyes had widened visibly, as though he wanted to hear more. 

“Hey, y/n? My dick’s hard.” 

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” 

Luffy’s knees were pressed into the mattress above his shoulders, making good use of his stretchiness as he shudders and whines a response beneath you. His hole is stretched perfectly around your cock, warm and wet and tight, taking you to the brim so well. 

“Y-yeah, puh—please!” he wailed desperately, raking his nails on your back as you angled your hips, thrusting up into his sweet spot. “So—so big—ah!” 

“There it is.” You grinned, hands fully wrapping around his waist to tug him back onto your cock like a ragdoll, perfectly nailing his prostate again. “Think we found it, mm?” 

Luffy nodded his head weakly, trembling all over as you railed him into the mattress with each heavy thrust, before dragging him back. “Feels really g-good! Right—right there!” 

“Here, captain?” You purposefully missed, tip of your cock barely grazing it, and he whined shamelessly. 

“No! Not there!” he moaned, shaking his head in frustration as he looked at you with pleading eyes. “Y/n, I need it s-so bad!” 

You would have never thought that Luffy was capable of such dirty talking. But right now—with your captain willingly spreading his legs for you, hole stretched wide open and insides rearranging themselves to fit your huge cock, you couldn’t even process it except for how good it felt. 

“And what’s the magic word, love?” 

“M-magic word?” He blinks at you confusedly. “I don’t know any—any magic word! I’m not—a magician, ah, silly!” 

Warmth curled in your chest at how utterly ridiculous Luffy was, and you gave a little laugh, before leaning down to kiss him. Luffy kissed you back with eagerness, biting and sucking impatiently at your lower lip. As you fucked your tongue into that pliant little mouth of his, mirroring your cock’s every thrust, he had sucked on it and moaned around it, drool spilling down the sides of his mouth as though it felt heavenly for him. 

“So full…” Luffy whimpered around your tongue, eyes rolling back in ecstasy—and you couldn’t pinpoint which hole he was referring to. 

You reeled back after a long kiss, going back to pounding into him as he whined for “harder”, for “more”, and “wanting to eat the funny liquid that comes out of your cock”. 

Your breath hitched in surprise as you realised what Luffy meant. “Want me to cum down your throat, baby? That what you want?” You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, his warm, spongy walls pulsating around you every time you pulled back, as though wanting to keep you inside forever. 

“Yes, yes—wanna, wanna know what you taste like, y/n!” he babbled mindlessly, clinging on to your shoulders as you flattened the head of your cock against his prostate, grinding hard and deliberately. “Ugh, ugh—it feels weird—” 

“Yeah? You gonna come for me, sweetheart? Fucking do it—cum on my cock, captain.” 

With the mention of his title, Luffy’s eyes squeezed shut before his head lolled back with a loud, drawn-out moan, body jerking violently and cock spurting all over his chest and abdomen. His hole clenched around you as tight as sin, and you had to hold back with all your willpower to not come on the spot. 

Luffy panted, still twitching beneath you as he raised one shaky finger, bringing it up to his face to point into his open mouth. Asking silently. 

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, but once you got the green light, you rammed back into his twitching hole, no longer prioritising his pleasure over yours, only able to process how divine it felt to be making love to your captain. As you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, you pulled out of his hole all of a sudden and plunged your cock into his ready, parted mouth, cumming so hard down his throat you felt yourself ascend. 

Luffy’s lips wrapped around the base of your cock, sucking hard and milking you throughout your orgasm. You groaned, low and deep, thrusting messily into tight wet heat as cum steadily dribbled down a vacuum, as though insatiable. 

You released your hold on his hair as you felt yourself go soft, staring incredulously down at a red-faced Luffy who was sucking at you as if he was trying to swallow your entire cock. 

“Luff,” you huffed, gently wiping away a line of his own cum that had somehow splattered on his collarbones. “That’s enough.” 

It was then that he finally pulled back, frantically sucking air through his mouth. “I—I couldn’t taste it,” he whined, the corners of his lips turning down unhappily. “Your cum, or whatever. I couldn’t taste it and it went down my throat!” 

Oh. Oh. 

You suppressed a laugh—because that was what he was being prissy about. Caressing his face affectionately, you went to lay down beside him. “I’m sorry. Next time I’ll just put the tip inside.” 

“It’s fine. I felt full enough.” 

Luffy had to stop dropping these one-liners that made you gape. 

“What? Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” He looked at you, frowning with confusion. “Y’know, this almost made me as full as the banquet-thingy Sanji put together last week. There was so much yummy food! Your dick was really good, too, though—so don’t get jealous.” 

You really had to get used to the way Luffy talked—because he talked way too much and it drove you absolutely crazy. In an almost ‘too good’ way. This had to stop. 

“Luffy.” You pulled him into your arms, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he giggled happily. “Stop talking.”  masterlist! # luffy is such a fun character to write lol

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Doing Time 3

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, threats, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: you try to keep your brother safe in jail but put yourself in danger along the way.

Characters: con/ex-con!Steve Rogers

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"Things aren't too bad. Not since I got my ass kicked," Vaughn chortles. "Mighta knocked some sense into this thick skull at last."

"Hopefully," you agree. "Mom said--"

"I tried calling. She didn't pick up."

"Oh..."

"Why-- Why should I even bother?" His humour fades to hostility, "and why are you acting like you're my mother? When she does answer, she just calls me a fuck up. Like I don't fucking know."

"Vaughn," you hum, "please, I'm not trying to piss you off."

"But you are," he snarls. "Always gotta ruin a good time, don't ya?"

You frown. This is the Vaughn you don't know. The one with the anger like a grenade pin. One tug and it's over. You sit back and wait. Arguing only fuels the flames.

"You're the one person who's s'posed to believe in me and you're nagging me about mom," he snarls.

You look away guiltily. You wonder how he'd react if you told him about Steve. If you mentioned that the reason things 'aren't too bad' is because you did something just as stupid as him. Somehow, you don't think that him knowing you do dumb stuff too will help.

He tugs at his cuffs. The guards come forward. You say his name again.

"Vaughn, please--"

"Piss off! Yeah, you meat head, get me outta here," he turns his wrath on the guard. "Waste of my time."

"Please, I didn't-- I just--"

"I told you not to talk about it no more," he barks. He did. You didn't listen.

Your eyes well. You don't know what happened to him. Where did all this anger come from? As you watch the guards unhook him and he stomps away, you can only think you may have made a good decision talking to Steve. At least there's someone in there who can help. Or try to.

You wiggle your nose and dab your eyes with your knuckle. That was embarrassing as much as it was scary. The guard on the other side returns.

"We'll bring the next early, miss."

"Thanks," you nod. You recognise him. You realise most of the guards must know your face too. It's so strange to think this is a normal part of your life now. That this has become your social life as late.

It isn't long before Steve appears. He sits calmly lets himself be leashed. He leans forward and takes the receiver. You still have yours in hand but it's against the table. You lift it.

"Couldn't wait to see me, huh?" He purrs.

Your cheeks draw tight, "how are you?"

"Mm," he narrows his eyes as he looks you over. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, Steve," you swallow the dregs of your tears. "Really. It was an early morning."

He stares a little longer, the lines deepening in his forehead. His eyes meet yours. His aquamarine irises are speckled with gold and silver. He takes a breath and tuts.

"You were crying."

"No, Steve, it's nothing."

"That brat brother of yours," he nods as his expression turns dangerous.

"Please, Steve, not you too. Okay? It's... a sibling spat. That's all," you assure him. You wish you were as transparent as the window between you.

"I don't like that. I had family coming to see me, I'd be nice," he snarls.

"It's not your problem."

"That's where you're wrong, sweetheart. You made it my problem when you started coming around." He insists.

You chew your lip, "I know..."

"I'm not complaining, so you know," he leans back. "Kinda used to ya now."

"Thanks," you utter grimly and stare at the desk.

"Hey," he says and your eyes flick back up. "I didn't drag myself out here to see you mope."

You swallow and push away the rest of your chagrin, "sorry, I... better?"

"How can that face get any better?" He winks. You squirm.

He's been more forward lately. You assure yourself that it's just him playing with you. He's bored and you're the only person he talks to that isn't a guard or an inmate.

"That's... Right. Um, I guess it was dumb to ask how it's going," you scoff at yourself.

"It's going good, now I'm here," he runs his hand over his mouth, feeling his cheeks, "fresh shave this morning. Looking good, huh?"

You let your eyes focus. You can tell. His chiseled jaw is bare, not one speck of stubble. And his blond hair is parted and combed back. It's getting a bit long.

"You look refreshed."

"Well, I got something coming up later today."

"Another visitor?" You wonder.

"Lawyer," he shrugs. "No big thing. I got business on the outside still. Power of attorney or whatever."

"Mm," you hum.

"Boring stuff. What about you? Besides that idiot you call a brother, how's life?"

"It's life," you say. "Go to work, come home, sleep, it's all the same."

"Huh, sounds like being in here," he snorts. "Lonely?"

You don't realise at first, he's asking.

"I guess. Thought about getting a cat."

"Ah, you're young. Probably wait a few years before that," he chirps.

You tilt your head wryly, "no harm starting early."

"You're funny, sweetheart."

"Am I?" You wonder dryly.

"Well, the things they think are funny in here..." he makes a face. "You know, I wouldn't tell a lady all that, but it's low brow."

"Right."

"I'm still trying to figure you out, you know? Your brother, well, not to pile on top but he's not exactly a model citizen, but you, you're practical, considerate, you make stuffed chicken and pesto. I can't help but wonder how you're not adopted," he snickers.

"Life is strange."

"Isn't it? Never saw some girl knocking on my cell door but here we are," he drawls.

"Here we are," you agree. He smiles and bites his thumb. You shift as his eyes sparkle.

"I might never get outta of this place, but at least I can see a pretty face now and again," he growls.

Yep, at least he'll never get out. You just need to hope Vaughn doesn't get any time added and it will all be over soon. 

⛓️‍💥

It's the first night Steve doesn't call. You're a bit disturbed by how it seems to throw the whole evening off. It's not like you're friends. He's an obligation. You should be happy to have one less thing on your plate.

You take a long bath, your phone on the back of the toilet, the ringer set to chirp. But it doesn't. The soak isn't enough to ease your nerves.

If something happened to him, what about Vaughn? It's a selfish worry but you can't help it. How could that even happen? Steve has this invincibility about him. You just can't believe it.

You get out and dry yourself off slowly. You're achy from sitting on your ass all day. Admin work isn't very thrilling. You stretch and rub the cushion of your bottom, the muscles easing beneath the layer of padding. You've always had a bit extra. It never bothered you as much as it bothers men. Your brother used to beat up any guy he heard hurling insults at you.

It's not your biggest care in the world. You tend to eat those away. Your sweet tooth hardly helps.

You put on a night shirt and lay awake for a while. Even when you do sleep, it's not peaceful. You dream of iron bars and blood on the floor. You wake with a thumping in your temples.

You dress for work. Your stretch-waist grey pants and the silk blouse with roses on the collar. You pack your lunch and brew your coffee, honey and a dash of almond milk splashed in. You leave with your bag and thermos.

The traffic around the clinic is always clogged. You get in with two minutes to spare. You sit behind the window and the phone rings as soon as opening hour strikes. You're swept up in the demands of patients and doctors alike. One thing you can't complain for how quickly the days fly.

You eat your lunch in your car. You cherish the moments you're not surrounded by sniffling, coughing, and complaining. You head back in and finish the last half, yawning at the monitor.

It's even busier when you pull out into the street. You let the music flow into your ears and distract you. You tap the pedal as you slog along. Finally, you get to a side street and cut a zig zag across town. You pull up to your building and linger in your car.

You have this eerie feeling. You glance over at the unfamiliar car parked facing the brick. The sleek white muscle car is vintage and polished to a shine. Someone loves that thing.

You get out of your dusty Honda and snatch your bag from the passenger's seat. You tap your fob and enter through the side. You stop before the elevator and turn back. You should at least try to get a few steps in. You take the stairs.

You stare at your pointed flats as you drag your soles over the carpet. You smother a yawn behind your hand. A throat clears. You move over, thinking someone's coming your way. You stir in your bag for your keys. Your name brings your chin up.

You gasp and drop your keys. You teeter as you nearly spin and sprint away. Your bag slips and you barely catch the strap. You gape at Steve as he stands beside your door.

Silence wafts around you with the smell of cooking and laundry. He holds a bouquet of classic red roses. He sports a tailored suit in black that puts his prison uniform to shame. The collar is crisp and the tie perfectly knotted. His jawline is shaved and his hair is styled down to the strand.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greets with a smirk.

You wordlessly bend to pick up your keys then stand and fix your bag on your shoulder. Your eyes glaze in disbelief and horror. A million questions flurry to a storm of terror.

"How..."

"Appeal went through. They turned over my conviction," he struts away from the wall. "These are for you, sweetheart."

You look at the petals then at him as he comes close. Your shoulders sag as you shrink down at the breadth of his shadow. He's even bigger like that. You shudder, the lack of barrier unsettling.

"I got you speechless," he intones and grabs the strap of your bag. "Look like you had a long day, let me take a load off."

He takes your bag then guides your hand to the bouquet. You close your mouth and gulp. He sweeps away your keys and hooks his arm through yours. You let him lead you to the door of your apartment. He swings it open and you flinch.

"Wait, Steve, how did you-- how do you know where I live?" You quaver.

"Told you, I got friends on the outside. You don't think I'd leave you unprotected--"

"Wait, wait," you plead as you face him, untangling your arm from his. "How is this real? How are you here? How- Why-- You don't think--"

"I think I spent months talking to you and you spent the same time coming to me. It's not what I think, it's what I know," he insists. You choke.

If his conviction was flipped, maybe that means he isn't so bad. No, no, you heard of what he did in there. He's dangerous. Whether he did what the court said he didn't or not.

He waves you in, "come on, we can take it slow. We'll talk, like old times."

You shake your head but enter. You see no other choice. You're too stunned to think of any.

He follows and pulls the key free of the door before shutting it. He hangs them on the little hook beside the frame. He faces you as you focus on slipping off your flats. He puts your bag on the top of the small shelf where you store your mitts and whatnot.

He whistles, "you look... good. I mean, I never got the full angle." He steps back and you feel him raking you with his eyes. "Got a nice shape..."

"Steve," you snap and face him. "I... I never..." you pace yourself and take a breath. "The flowers are lovely, thank you. And I appreciate you coming by but I think there's a bit of a miscommunication." You turn and slowly inch away. You spin around as he watches you, his expression betraying nothing. "I only talked to you to keep Vaughn safe."

He sighs and his eyes narrow. His brows tilt slightly and his jaw squares. He nods and smooths the front of his jacket.

"Well, sweetheart, I went and got a new suit for you."

"I'm sorry--"

"No, get this," he strides forward and stops before you. "Whether it was for me, for you, or for that scum you call a brother, it happened and it's not over. You got me? I might be out but I got men inside. Men who are willing to do a lot worse than me," he snarls.

You shudder and he grabs your chin. You whimper. "I wanna be nice to you, sweetheart. That's all I've been dreaming of. I went out, got all dressed up, got you flowers, now you do me a favour, go put a dress on so I can take you out for dinner." He sniffs and squeezes just until your jaw throbs, "see, I'm still doing stuff for you. I'm not asking much except you to come out and look pretty."

He lets go and you stagger back. You sniffle and quickly hide your face. Your voice comes out hoarse, "I'll put these in water first."

Your heart races and you go into the kitchen. You find a vase and focus on filling it. You put the flowers in and toss the paper cone. He looms in the doorway.

"I'll find something to put on, okay?" Your voice cracks.

You cross the kitchen and he stays firmly in your path. He brings his knuckle up under your chin and forces your face up.

"Smile, sweetheart," he growls. "We're together. At last."

[notjustjavierpena]

Panties

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Well look who are back. I didn’t think dbf!joel still existed in my brain but it seems that he is actually thriving. A little treat for you all while I polish some hubby stuff. This one absolutely goes out to @sugadolly 💖💅🫶

Summary: You show off your cute little underwear. Joel wants to fuck you but you want to try something else.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, dbf!joel, age gap, daddy kink, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, reader is a good little girl, outside sex (idk what is to call it), clit stim, overstim, reader is cockdrunk af, they’re actually very much in love for real, cum!!!!

Word count: 2.2k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52857010

Panties

“Lemme see them,” Joel says with a gentle tone as he admires you only in your jeans. He is hovering above you, kisses your lips a few times, and cups your tits as he slips his tongue into your mouth for a brief moment. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his chest against your breasts as you embrace each other. You giggle softly, “They’re silly, Daddy.”

“Never thought in a million years that my baby would be silly,” he says with obvious sarcasm, nudging your nose with his own, “Show Daddy your pretty little panties. I’m gonna see ‘em eventually.”

You remove yourself from him to step back. You roll your eyes, and he raises a brow but then you follow through. 

“Fine,” you tut as you lie down on his bed. His eyes lock on your buttoned jeans, his mouth slightly agape as he breathes deeply with anticipation hanging in the air. 

You undo your jeans and pull down the zipper, wiggling your hips as you pull the denim down over them, and into view comes your pink cotton briefs. They’re cute, not silly, but you already know this, sporting a little bow on the front and a pattern of chibi-style cats.

“Well?” You kick off your jeans, throwing them onto the floor.

Joel kneels on the bed, admiring them thoroughly, “Pussy panties?”

You snort, covering your mouth and nose as you do, “Shut up.”

“Am I wrong, baby?” He crawls closer to you, lifts your legs up to bend them, and spreads them until his thighs hit the back of yours. He reaches up to peel his shirt off and throws it into your arms so you can hug it close and get drunk on his scent. 

“No,” you say as you contemplate crawling into the piece of clothing that he has given you. God, you want him everywhere on you. That masculine smell has you wet in moments.

“Makes ya look real pretty, lovebug,” he compliments, just about to peel the underwear off of you. He stops himself as you scrunch your nose up at the new pet name.

Joel laughs heartily, “Don’t like it?”

“Say it again,” you grin up at him.

“Love. Bug,” he repeats, yanks one of your legs at a time over his hips. 

“Hmm,” you tap your chin, “Maybe you should call me it as I come, just to make me associate it with something nice.”

“Cheeky,” he says as he pulls down his own underwear. They are in no way as thrilling as yours; black briefs that can barely contain his hard cock and with a little logo on the waistband. He settles them around his thighs, and whilst he does, you reach down to pull your colorful panties to the side.

“Joel?” You say his name. He makes a movement as if his ears have perked up at hearing his actual name.

“What is it?” He asks, rubbing your legs soothingly. His eyes are locked on your cunt.

“When— when you’re,” you trail off, suddenly shy, “Uh, when you…”

“Yes?” He drags the word out, looks up. 

“I want you to come on them,” your heart beats in your chest and ears but out of the corner of your eyes, you spot Joel’s cock twitching in the air upon hearing those words.

“Was that so hard to ask for?” He digs his thumbs into your thighs, causing you to squirm underneath him, “You just lie back and let Daddy treat ya right.”

You wait in anticipation. And then, oh.

Ohh.

“Ah,” you mewl, looking down between you to see what he is doing. The thick head of his cock lays heavily against your clit, and when you tell him how good it feels, he holds the base of his shaft and slaps the tip against the small nub a few times. 

You shudder, clenching around nothing and flexing your thighs as you shift a little. Joel’s cock hangs between his legs again, and his hands slide down to rest on your hips, thumbs reaching inwards to spread you open and watch your pulsing cunt. 

“You want me to make you feel good, baby? Make you come so hard that your little clit won’t stop twitchin’ until you get all teary-eyed?” He reaches for your clit to circle it with the pad of his thumb, and you can feel slick drip down between your ass cheeks. You moan helplessly and nod repeatedly, already heaving for breath, and Joel beams with pride, “Already cockdrunk? My my. I haven’t even fucked ya yet.”

“I don’t want you to f— I don’t want that,” you say suddenly, surprising even yourself. You reach down for Joel’s cock, pulling it against your cunt but not dipping the head into you. Instead, you rub him against your clit, “This, Daddy, I want to come like this.”

“I can make that happen,” he reassures, batting your hand away to replace it and grabbing at the base of his cock himself. He resumes what you were doing, dipping the head down to catch some of your wetness before adding pressure to your clit. He slides back and forth a few times, “Like that?”

“Mhm,” you hum softly, furrowing your brow in concentration. You hold still to let him rub his whole length through your folds until he is sticky with your arousal. His left hand is still grabbing your hip, and he uses it for leverage as he leans a little weight into you. 

When he grows impatient after a few minutes of you crying quietly for him, he tries to enter you. You catch his wrist and shake your head, “No! No… you promised.”

“I did no such thing,” he clicks his tongue at you. 

You pout up at him, “But…”

“Oh, don’t make that face,” he groans,  “You know I can’t do anythin’ when you make that face.”

“Please,” you beg, “I’ll come so hard for you.”

“Yeah?” He smiles down at you.

“Yeah,” you blink your eyes prettily, “This feels so good. I’ll cream all over your cock, Daddy.”

“Now how can I say no to that?” He moves a little before guiding his cockhead back to where you want it. He rubs the blunt head in circles over your clit for a moment, slaps it against the sensitive spot too, until you can hear the squelching sound of your wetness coating you. It makes him glide over your cunt easier. 

You curl your toes and bite your lip as you look down at what he is doing, “Ahh… Keep going.”

He does, building up a rhythm that has you whining pathetically. This shouldn’t be that intense but it is, making your pussy flutter and seek out more. 

“Let me try something,” you say, and he stops as you reach down, “One second.”

With both hands, you take hold of the seam of the leg of your underwear, holding tightly at the very top of it and the very bottom. You yank it down to sit tightly over the girth of Joel’s cock, essentially trapping it underneath your panties so it drags along the shaft with each of his thrusts. He sits so tightly against you now. 

“Try now,” you don’t even have to say please for Joel to know you are begging. 

“Jesus Christ,” he growls at the new sensation, spurred on to make himself feel it even more. He fucks himself against you with a sudden quickened breath. 

The bed starts shaking. You start trembling. 

You’re not able to take your eyes off of your sinful act, chewing on your bottom lip as he works his cock back and forth over and over again underneath the seam of your panties. 

“Please,” your sound is weak, “Fuck!”

“Careful with that,” he scolds, “Eyes on me.”

You quickly look up at his face, barely able to focus with how much he shakes your whole frame with every push of his lower body. 

“Say sorry,” he commands, referring to your use of a swear word. He doesn’t relent one bit, rolling his hips again and again. 

“S-sorry,” you apologize, too focused on how your orgasm is already approaching, “Please.”

“Hold on,” he slows down, and you nearly sob with how close you are, but he only does it to remove his shirt and uncover your chest again. Then he goes back to his frantic thrusts, eyes fixated on the way that your tits bounce with every push of his hips. 

“‘M close, Daddy,” you hiccup, feeling your heartbeat in all parts of your body. You throw your head back and groan loudly at the head of the bed, “I’m so close.”

If you weren’t holding onto your underwear, you would be clutching the bed frame so hard that your knuckles were white. Instead, the fabric is pulled so taut by your fingers that it hurts when it digs into your skin. You probably don’t have to do it so roughly but the pleasure racking up your spine makes you need it.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” he encourages with ragged breathing. Confident that you won’t let go as you orgasm, he lets go of himself and grabs both of your hips. He hoists you up a little, leans forward a little further, and then drives his hips back and forth, cockhead sliding over your clit repeatedly. 

“I’m gonna— Oh my God, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” you say it like you’re almost in a panic, almost too overwhelmed to embrace the intensity you’re about to experience. You want to push him away and pull him in at the same time but he holds you so roughly in place that you just have to take it. Your eyes find his as you let it happen, “I’m coming! Daddy, oh f— I’m coming!”

“Yeah? My love bug’s coming?” He nods as encouragement, “Come for me, darlin’ baby.”

And my God, you do. You can feel your whole pelvic floor erupt into beautiful spasms of pleasure, your clit pulsing so fast and strongly that you are sure that Joel can feel it against his dick. You thank God that he is holding onto you because you are twitching and moving involuntarily as he continues his sweet torment, and tears stream down your face. 

“That’s it, baby doll, you just cry all ya want,” Joel manages to coo between his own moans. You sob as your orgasm peaks, even more when you slip into a state of oversensitivity. Joel doesn’t relent, “Oh, baby. I know, baby, I know.”

It isn’t until your panties start to tear that he draws back, precome beading at the slit of his cock from how turned on he is. He is smeared with your arousal too, pearly white, and he seems to have put all the strength he has into holding back so you don’t pass out. 

You shiver, trying to make sense of why your body chose to make you come so hard from a simple clit orgasm. The sweat on your body suddenly feels cold, and you reach for him until he leans down and kisses your lips. You whimper into his mouth. He wipes away a few tears.

“You okay?” He asks softly, pulling back slightly to look you in the eyes as you reply.

“Yes, sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t apologize,” he tuts, “You were gorgeous. God, I am so crazy about you.”

“Now you,” you insist, looking down between the two of you to see the red tip of his weeping cock, “You promised.”

“That I did,” he draws back until he is on his knees again. He grabs the base of his dick, strokes it a few times, and then lays it against the crotch of your underwear. 

Joel rubs the head fast against the soft fabric. He holds onto your thighs, neck muscles straining as he seeks out his own pleasure. You watch him whilst delirious with post-orgasmic bliss, occasionally whimpering when he unintentionally slides over your swollen clit. 

A moment later, after one of your particularly high whines, he comes with a short breath of relief. He stains the fabric, lays his cock heavy against the front of the underwear, and pulses until he has no more to give. It’s intense to see him like this, and you find yourself grabbing his wrist to keep him in the moment with you. 

“Christ, sweetheart,” he pants. He slumps a little.

“I thought it was love bug,” you say with irresistible charm. 

“Don’t make me tell you to lick ‘em clean, young lady,” he smirks, already crawling forward to lay down on top of you. He crushes you so heavenly with his weight, pretending-biting your cheek and causing you to snicker, “Are we clear?”

You hold him close, relishing in everything that he is, “We’re clear. I’ll behave. Somewhat.”

“Somewhat?” He nuzzles into your neck and presses a kiss. 

“Well, I don’t think I’m quite satisfied,” you say dramatically. 

Joel pulls back to glare at you, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I need you inside me too,” you pout even more dramatically, “Pussy feels so lonely, Daddy. Needs something.”

“Well, we can’t starve this insatiable pussy, can we?” Joel catches on quickly, and soon, he has you screaming on three of his fingers. 

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[harrywavycurly]

Worth The Fight: Don’t Ruin It

Masterlist: Here

CW: Pregnancy stuff, minor anxiety and a few tears.

A/N: Sorry for the wait I know y’all have missed this chaotic but also kinda adorable duo! I think y’all will enjoy this update it’s full of banter and fluff👀✨

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Summary: Harry’s never seen The Nanny and you have some news to share with Paris✨

You know your face looks as if you just got told the most devastating news of your life or that you’ve just seen a ghost because you feel all the color drain from your cheeks and your eyes are so wide you can practically feel your eyebrows hit your hairline while your lungs let out all their air in a dramatic sounding huff as if someone just knocked the wind out of you. All the while Harry is just sitting there staring at you with a look of pure regret etched across his features, his eyes are a darker shade of green and his mouth is set in a hard line and it’s not until a few beats of time pass that you watch him begin to chew on his bottom lip. Your mind knows it needs to say something, needs to respond to the confession he just let slip out casually in the backseat of his SUV after saving you from a group of fans outside of your work, but all you can do in this moment is look away from his intense stare and try to get your breathing back under control.

“I uhm did-didn’t mean it-”

“You didn’t mean it? Are you-you trying to Maxwell Sheffield me right now?”

“What? No I’m just- wait who’s Maxwell Sheffield?” That has you turning your head so you can look at him, not believing the very British man sitting next to you doesn’t know who Mr. Sheffield is.

“Mr. Sheffield? He’s from the show The Nanny.” You answer and Harry just gives you a look like he still has absolutely no clue who or what you’re talking about. The frustrated sigh you let out makes him nervously rub his palms on the tops of his jean covered thighs. “Okay well you clearly need to educate yourself and watch the show it’s great. But Mr. Sheffield told Fran-the nanny that he was in love with her but then said he didn’t mean it because he said it in a moment of panic because he well-he thought he was about to die.”

“He told his nanny he loved her all because he thought he was about to die? That sounds incredibly dramatic.”

“They were flirting and he knew she loved him and it’s complicated but that’s not the point Harry.”

“Sorry. But you think I’m trying to take what I said back?”

“You just said you didn’t mean it.”

“No I was in the middle of saying I didn’t meant it to come out just then not that I didn’t mean it. You didn’t let me finish.”

“So you do then? Have a crush on me?” Harry runs a hand over his face as he looks up at the roof of the car, you can tell he is getting a little frustrated at how this conversation is going but you can’t be bothered to care because you need to make sure he meant what he said a few minutes ago.

“I don’t have a crush on you.” He says with a sigh as he adjust his body so he can face you as well as he can while sitting in the backseat of a car, you swallow the nervous lump that’s forming in your throat as his words have you wanting to prepare to have your feelings hurt. “I have feelings for you.” You don’t expect to hear those words tumble out of his mouth so you can’t help what you say in response.

“Oh.”

“That’s what you said last time.” Harry mumbles as he leans his elbows onto his knees and places his head in his hands. “It’s fine if you don’t have anything else to say and want to act like this-”

“What kind of feelings? Good feelings? Bad feelings? I mean what-what exactly are you trying to say Harry?” You place your hands on your bump and begin rubbing soothing circles over it as your words fly out of your mouth quicker than you can fully process what you’re even saying.

“What do you mean what kind of feelings? I just-I just feel things for you.” Harry snaps as he lifts his head so he can look at you. “Like I get this weird fluttery feeling in my chest when you smile at me and I sort of find myself thinking about you all the time even when you’re not around and uhm well I,” Harry swallows down his nerves as his eyes find yours. “I tend to talk about you a lot to people and-”

“You talk about me?” Harry just nods as he sits up and begins to nervously rub at the back of his neck.

“Yeah to the point where I guess I’m a bit annoying about it.” He admits shyly, you feel your cheeks get warm as a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth at the idea of Harry blabbing on and on about you so much that people have gotten annoyed by it. “So to answer your question what I’m trying to say is that I would maybe-if it’s okay with you of course uhm like to take-”

“We’re here boss.” Nick’s voice makes you and Harry both turn to look out the window and you raise an eyebrow when you don’t recognize the house you’re parked in front of.

“Uh and where exactly are we?” You ask as Nick rolls the window down and types in the gate code so he can pull into the rather large driveway.

“My house.” Is all Harry says before he’s unbuckling himself and opening the door to climb out of the car once Nick puts it in park.

Harry’s house is bigger than you expected, not that you imagined him living in a shoebox or anything but you weren’t prepared for just how spacious it is. The living room flows perfectly into the kitchen that then leads you to his outdoor space that you’re almost eighty percent sure includes a pool, the decor is cozy and gives off a lived in vibe that makes you feel as if it would be perfectly fine for you to curl up on his giant sectional with a book and one of the many throw blankets he has rolled up and stored in a basket by his fireplace. It takes you by surprise just how comfortable you feel while standing in the middle of his kitchen, noting how he even has the start of a small grocery list stuck to his fridge with little fruit shaped magnets that you for some reason feel like were a gift from someone. Your eyes dart to a staircase that’s tucked into the corner of the kitchen by the built in bench seating area, not nearly as grand as the main one you walked by near the front door.

“So this is your house?” Harry looks up from his phone as you take a small step towards the fridge.

“Oh uhm yeah sorry I uh forgot you-you’ve never been here.” He apologizes before clearing his throat as he places his phone down on the kitchen island. “Would you like a tour? Or at least see the-”

“I’d love a tour.” You answer while looking over the grocery list. Harry feels his cheeks get warm as he watches your eyes scan the random items he scribbled on the piece of paper the other morning after coming back from your apartment. “You forgot apples.” You inform him as you reach for the pen that’s attached to the list, you smile to yourself as you write green apples to the bottom of the list that’s nothing but your current favorite vegetable and fruit combination for your juice.

“Ah how could I forget apples? Do you mind adding carrots as well please?” Harry ignores the small fake gagging noise you make at the mention of carrots and focuses more on how much he likes how you look in his kitchen adding things to his grocery list. “Might as well start in here then? This is the kitchen.” You turn around to face him after adding carrots with a frowning face next to them to his list.

“Do you cook a lot?” You ask as Harry puts his hands behind his back as he walks around the island so he’s now just a few steps away from you.

“When the mood strikes me.” He answers with a shrug making you just nod as you look around the space, its mostly a white and soft gray marble with touches of color in areas such as the mats by the sink and the cushions on the barstools and the seating area. “But I’ve been really into juicing lately and m’gonna be honest it’s kinda taken up a massive part of my routine.” He jokes making you give him a playful glare as the corners of his mouth twitch as he fights off the grin that wants so badly to spread across his face.

“Just say the word Harry and I’ll find another juice guy.”

“Not happening.” He knows he was too quick to respond but he doesn’t care because the idea of you buying your juice or even worst, having someone else come make it for you makes an unreasonable amount of possessiveness surge through him that he’ll unpack later in the week during therapy. “Now would you like to go upstairs and see Nora and Edward’s rooms?” All you can do is nod as Harry motions towards the staircase near the seating area.

Harry walks up the stairs behind you and notices how you pause to look at the photos he has framed and scattered along the walls. When you pause in front of one that’s him with his mom and sister from back in the One Direction days he looks at how your face lights up and it makes him smile as you look down at him over your shoulder.

“You shouldn’t have this hidden in a stairway. It’s too good.” You state as you point to the photo before turning and looking in front of you so you can finish the short climb up the stairs. Harry just shakes his head as he follows behind you, glancing at the photo you pointed at and find himself feeling silently annoyed at you being right, it is a good photo that should be seen by more than just the people who use the back staircase.

“Nora’s is the first one on the right and Edward is right across the hall from her.” You nod and head towards the door on the right making Harry begin to feel a nervous fluttering in his tummy as he watches you grab the doorknob and give it a turn so you can step inside the nursery.

He lets you have your space as you enter the room, leaning against the doorframe with his arms loosely folded over his chest. You stand in the middle of the room with a hand on your bump as you take in all the small details of Nora’s nursery, her crib is a dark brown color while her crib sheets have stripes that are different shades of light and slightly darker pinks. But the blanket that’s tossed over the side is a nice olive green color that matches the rocking chair that’s tucked into a corner near one of the windows, it has a throw pillow on it that’s the same pattern of her crib sheets and you feel your eyes begin to water when you see the small pillow has her initials embroidered on it. It’s not until you look over to the bookshelf that you feel yourself start to come undone. It’s as if standing in her nursery in Harry’s house makes it all seem extremely real that you’re having babies with him and at some point Nora and Edward will be using their perfectly put together cribs to sleep and rolling around on the soft carpeted floors to play and sitting in the chair in the corner for story time and it hits you that they won’t always be right down the hall from you.

They’ll be here with their dad.

“I had that made for her because uh well I know you’re theme is storybook characters so I tried to do something similar but more-”

“Princess themed.” You finish for him as you take a step towards the bookshelf that’s a dark wood like her crib and made to look like a castle. Harry quirks a brow at how your voice seems thick with emotion as you run a hand over the top of the bookshelf. “She’s going to love it.” You whisper as you bend down just a bit to get a look at the books Harry’s placed on the shelves. It has a few well loved classic fairy tail books as well as a mixture of princess stories. You sniffle and wipe at your eyes quickly before turning around and heading for the door where Harry is still standing watching you with a look of concern on his face.

“Are you-”

“I’m going to go take a look at Edward’s room.” Harry doesn’t have a choice but to move out of your way as you walk past him and right across the hall and into your son’s room. He wants to act as if he didn’t notice your slightly blotchy cheeks and the pink tint to the tip of your nose or the way your eyes seem to be a bit red and watery, but he can’t because the sight of you getting upset while looking at the rooms he spent countless hours worrying over for his kids makes his heart drop to his feet.

“What’s wrong? Is it the color schemes? I wanted them to feel comfortable and didn’t want to have it be such a dramatic change from when they’re at your house so that’s why it’s similar to yours but if you don’t like it-”

“I love it. You did a great job Harry.” You voice is watery as you look at the light blue and white patterned crib sheets that once again match the rocking chair Harry has in the corner of the room near a window allowing lots of natural light to brighten up the room. It’s a twist on the classic story books much like he did with Nora’s room with the Princess theme. But for Edward he went with subtle hints of yellow to go along with the little hidden Winnie the Pooh Bears throughout the room like the stuffed one on the rocking chair that has Edward’s initials sewn onto his red shirt and the framed photo of Winnie and all the animals in the one hundred acre woods above the dresser near the closet.

“Then why are you crying?” He asks with nothing but concern evident in his voice as he reaches a shaky hand out towards you so he can place it on top of your shoulder.

“Because it just-I’m going to have to share them and I think I’ve been sort of avoiding having to come to terms with that but now-now I’m here standing in the room our son is going to spend half his time in and-” Harry’s hand slides off your shoulder as you turn around and face him as a few tears slide down your face. “And it’s beautiful and he’s never going to want to leave he’s going to want to stay with you forever they-they both will.” It all clicks for Harry the moment the words leave your mouth.

He lets out a sigh as he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into his chest, it’s a move that would shock both of you if he did it even two weeks ago but now it doesn’t do anything but comfort you. Your growing bump creates some space between the two of you but not enough that makes the feeling of Harry’s arms securely wrapped around you any less soothing. The feeling of his hands as they start to run up and down your back has you wanting to melt further into his embrace as you rest your cheek against his shirt.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” You let out a shaky breath and a few sniffles as you wrap your arms around Harry’s middle while he mumbles his reassurances into the top of your head. “There’s a sense of comfort and love only a mother can give so if anyone should be worried that the kids won’t ever want to be with them it should be me.” You want to believe him but in this moment you just can’t wrap your mind around the idea of the two little humans currently growing in your tummy ever wanting to leave this wonderful space Harry has created for them.

“But you’re the one who will be able to get the monsters from under the bed or in the closet and fight off bad dreams and-and oh god you’re gonna sing them to sleep aren’t you?” You lean back a bit so you can look up at Harry who is already staring down at you. “Because that-that’s cheating you can’t sing to them.” Harry playfully rolls his eyes at your statement as his hold around you loosens just a bit as he reaches to tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear so it doesn’t get stuck to your tear stained cheeks.

“Then you can’t read to them.” He counters making you glare at him. “What? It’s only fair that if I can’t use what I do for a living on the twins then you can’t either.”

“I don’t read for a living.”

“You work with books and I know for a fact you used to do the children’s reading group for a few years so I just know you do the funny voices and hand gestures and that’s gonna make them never want to hear me tell a story it’ll always be you they’ll want reading to them.”

“So you’ll have them be subjected to your subpar reading skills just so I can’t do something better than you?”

“I don’t know are you going to make them endure the torture that is you singing them to sleep just so I can’t do something better than you?”

“Don’t be rude Harry. You loved my singing skills the night we met I know you don’t remember-”

“I remember.” You blink a few times as Harry’s hand that tucked some hair behind your ear stays resting on the side of your face, his thumb gently running along your cheekbone.

“You do?” Harry just nods as a small smile works its way across his face.

“I remember how happy you looked singing and dancing your heart out on that very small stage.” You feel your cheeks get warm as you unwrap your arms from around him so you can try to wipe your face of any trace of the tears that escaped your eyes. You watch as the smile on his face slowly morphs into a smirk as you place your hands on his chest. “I remember that’s why I didn’t really care that my ears were bleeding by the end of it.” He teases making you let out a scoff while giving his chest a few smacks that result in him laughing.

“Don’t ruin this Harry.”

“Ruin what?”

“The moment.” You say with a huff as Harry quirks an eyebrow while his other hand comes up to rest on your waist.

“Oh is that what this is?” He asks as he leans down, you feel your heartbeat quicken and you’re sure the hand he still has gently cupping the side of your face can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as his emerald eyes stare into yours. “We’re having a moment?” He questions as he playfully bumps the tip of his nose into yours.

“Yes.” Your voice comes out more like a sigh as your hands grip the fabric of his shirt. You watch his eyes flick down to your lips before meeting your gaze and it has you licking your lips out of habit making his hold on your waist tighten ever so slightly.

“Is it okay if-” Harry’s question gets cut off as you close the distance between the two of you as you crash your lips into his in a kiss that has your whole body feeling as if it’s on fire.

His hand slides from your cheek up into your hair while your hands cling onto him as if you’re worried that loosening your hold even the tiniest bit might result in him disappearing. He angles your face upward allowing him to deepen the kiss and it’s not until Harry hears you let out the smallest of what he can only assume is a moan that he realizes where his hand that was previously on your hip has traveled making his eyes shoot open as he pulls away in a rush.

“Fuck I’m sorry.” He pants as he looks at you with wide eyes full of worry as he slides his hand out of your hair and drops the hand that was getting way more than just an innocent grab of your ass.

“Oh god did I read that wrong? Did you not want-” Harry stops your panicking before it can even start by grabbing your hands that are still firmly gripping his shirt.

“No no I wanted to trust me I just uhm didn’t mean to grab your uh-uhm ass.”

“You’re apologizing for grabbing my ass?”

“Yes.”

“So Mr. Popular is a gentleman all of a sudden is that it?” You lightly tease as he gives your hands a squeeze before dropping his hands to your waist.

“Don’t be rude Cranky I’m just trying not to ruin the moment that’s all.” He replies with a casual shrug making you laugh. “Can I take you somewhere?”

“Right now?” You ask making Harry chuckle and shake his head.

“No I meant take you somewhere as in a uhm- like a date?” Harry is nervous, he knows you could easily tell him no and he’d have to live with it but he also knows that you wouldn’t have kissed him if you didn’t feel something towards him.

“A date?” Harry just nods as he searches your face for any signs of regret as you begin to think about everything that’s happened today. He feels himself let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding as you smile up at him and nods as you say “A date sounds nice.”

Harry has a firm grip on your hand as the two of you stand in the elevator of your apartment complex. You smile to yourself as you think of how just two hours ago the man that has your work bag slung over his shoulder and your cardigan clutched in his hand that’s not holding yours is the same man that kissed you in the middle of your son’s nursery. You’re not sure when it happened for him, when he stopped seeing you as just someone he should be civil with for the sake of the two babies in your tummy to someone he wants to kiss and take on dates but you feel a weird sort of relieved that he is somewhat on the same page as you now. Because for you Harry was never just someone you needed to learn to deal with because you’re having kids with him, he has always been the goofy and fun guy you met at a karaoke bar that had you laughing until your sides hurt and you left with more than just a crush on.

“I hope you’re thinking about me with that silly smile on your face.” Harry teases as the doors open revealing your floor.

“Actually I was just remembering last week’s episode of The Voice.” The scoff that leaves Harry makes you giggle as the two of you walk hand in hand down the hallway towards your door. “Niall looked so-”

“Please spare me the details of how good my best mate looked okay? I see him plenty so I’m well aware of how good he looks.”

“So you agree then? He looks good?” Harry rolls his eyes as he lets go of your hand so he can dig around in your bag for your keys.

“Haven’t we been over this? I have eyes don’t I?”

“I don’t know? Have we been over it?”

“Pregnancy is destroying your memory love.” He jokes as he slides your house key into the lock while you just glare at the side of his face making him smirk to himself as he opens the door for you. “Yes Niall looks good.”

“That’s all you had to say but instead you-”

“Ruined the moment?” He questions as he follows you into your apartment, dropping your bag on your couch after placing your cardigan on the little coatrack near the door. You let out a huff as you turn around and face him with your arms crossed over your chest.

“Exactly.” You say with a pout making Harry mimic you as he walks over so he’s standing in front of you.

“I’m sorry.” He says as he leans over and places a kiss to your forehead. “Please forgive me.” You roll your eyes as you feel his lips on your cheek. “I’ll never argue with you over if Niall Horan is good looking again.” He adds before placing a kiss to your other cheek and you have to stop yourself for smiling at how over the top he’s being with the affection.

“I forgive you.” Harry lets out a dramatic sigh of relief as you drop your arms to your sides.

“Thank god.” He reaches his hands out and places them on either side of your face as he leans down and places a quick kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow Cranky.” You smile as he pulls away but before he can get too far he leans back in for one last peck making you laugh when his hands drop from your face and he takes a step away from you.

“In the morning or-”

“In the morning for your daily juice and then I’ll come pick you up around six for our date if that works?”

“That works.” You answer with a smile making a dimpled grin spread across his face as he stands near your front door. “See you tomorrow Harry.”

“Don’t tell Paris about our date okay? I want to tell him myself.”

“I’ll do my best but you know he loves to hear about my day and how am I supposed to just not tell him that?”

“I think there’s plenty of other things that happened today to keep him entertained.” You just place your hands on your hips as you stare at Harry who just laughs and shakes his head at you. “Fine tell him but he better not bite me tomorrow because he’s mad I didn’t ask his permission before asking his mom out on a date.” You laugh as Harry turns and grabs your doorknob, when he pauses before opening the door you raise an eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder at you. “I’m sorry for what happened today at your work. I promise it won’t even happen again.” His eyes are giving you an apologetic look that just makes you give him a small smile.

“It’s not your fault. Really. It’s okay.” He gives you a small nod as he opens your door.

“See you tomorrow love.” With that he gives you a wave and smile before he walks out the door, closing it behind him. You quickly walk over to the door and lock it because you know he’s standing outside your door listening for the sound of the deadbolt.

“Holy shit.” You mumble as you turn and lean against your front door as you place a hand on your forehead while trying to come to terms with the fact not only did Harry tell you he has feelings for you but also asked you on a date after you kissed him. You begin to wonder if tomorrow morning will make him see things more clearly since he did sort of blurt his feelings out in a moment of distress due to the fans outside your work. But as you hear the familiar jingle of Paris’s bell as he struts his way into the living room from the kitchen you remind yourself that Harry isn’t someone who typically does things he doesn’t want to do, especially things such as asking you on a date and kissing you.

“Oh Paris you’re not going to believe what happened to me today.” You tell your orange cat as he sits a few feet in front of you and stares at you with his big green eyes that still remind you of the ones that belong to the man who just left.

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GRA (1) - Grumpy old man

Summary: You're roommates.

Pairing: TfatWs!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, banter, jealousy, vomiting, a hint of fluff

Grumpy Roommate Adventures

Square filled for buckybarnesbingo 2021 (expired): Square 20: AU: Roommates

He huffs while studying the newspaper. “Hmm…all those young people died this week,” Bucky grumbles as you sneak behind him to glance at whatever he’s reading.

You shake your head. Who reads the newspaper these days? We get news from apps or online newspapers.

“Stop being a grumpy old man, Barnes. Be happy you’re still young and full of energy…” You snicker because the people he called young are a ninety-five-year-old man and a ninety-nine-year-old lady.

Bucky makes a face, glaring in your direction as you are busy preparing a bowl of cereal.

You’re the cocky addition to the crazy bunch of people sharing a house. Sam and Bucky’s cat are the other two. And, of course, the biggest grump you ever met—James Buchanan Barnes.

The icy soldier, or whatever people called him in the past. You’re too tired of and disinterested in gossip to care about bad pet names.

“Who forgot to bring out the trash?” Sam calls from the living room. “It reeks, guys.”

“It was Bucky’s turn,” you lie and grin at Bucky, who narrows his eyes. “What?”

“I told you not to call me that!” He hisses in your direction. “And no. It wasn’t my turn to bring out the trash!”

“But you are the trashcan man!” You argue, pointing at his metal arm. “You’ve got the arm and all. I’m so weak and need help with carrying heavy stuff.”

He huffs, knowing you didn’t like he offered to carry your neighbor’s bags last week. Bucky is not interested in the quirky blonde but liked that you got angry and grabbed his hand.

“You can bring out the trash,” Bucky bites back. “I’m not going to do it again. You’ve got legs, so walk.”

“Big grump!” You grunt and slip off the chair to bring the trash out. It’s your turn, but you had hoped Bucky would lend you a hand too. “I guess you must be busty and brainless to get your help!” You snap at him before storming out of the kitchen.

“It helps not to be a grump!” He calls after you, laughing as you turn around and stick your tongue out.

“You’re an old, grumpy man, Barnes! Don’t you dare steal my cookies again! I won’t share!” You give him the stinky eye before turning to bring the trash out.

Sam watches you walk past him. You mutter under your breath when you get out of the house, only to face your neighbor. The busty blonde bitch tries to flirt with your roommate all the damn time.

“Y/N,” she coos and immediately walks toward you. “What a nice surprise to meet you here. How are you? Where’s James?”

“Uhm… I live here.” You roll your eyes. “Why would I not be around to bring the trash out? And I don’t know where the old man is hiding.”

“Oh! I thought your strong roommate would help you with that.” She cranes her neck to observe Bucky following you outside. Alpine tugged under his arm; he watches you fight with the trash can.

He smirks because you curse and mutter while stuffing the trash bag into the trash can. “Do you need help?” Bucky asks, earning a grunt from you. “I can lend you a hand, doll.”

“He’s so nice and dreamy,” your neighbor swoons, while you feel the bile rise in your throat. Urgh…the milk was not good. Clutching your stomach, you groan. “What’s wrong?” She screams when you spit your breakfast on her shirt.

“Fuck…the milk…urgh…” You groan and turn around to puke into the trash can, emptying your stomach.

“Shit, doll.” Bucky suddenly stands behind you to rub your back. “Did you not check on the milk? I think it was expired.”

He easily picks you up in bridal style, ignoring that your neighbor is whining about her shirt or that you puked on your shoes. “Let me down,” you weakly say. “I need to shower.”

“I’ll help you,” he shrugs when you glare at him. “What? I take any chance to get you naked…”

Part 2

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Half life, half chance

Part 37 <- Part 38 -> Part 39

Jinwoo takes a chance.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fen Dead!reader Tags - Graphic depictions of Violence/Blood/Murder, Angst, Hurt, Grieving/Loss, Knives, Cremator, Threats

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“What do you mean, half life?” Jinwoo stared off right through him, feeling his legs give out a little.

“I mean she’ll come back, but she’ll be half the person she was. They all come back differently… some talk, some don’t. Others, they just walk around aimlessly, or they might do basic stuff. It all depends- oh, and they don't react well ter healers, so don't bother tryin'.”

“What do you-“

“They were never s’pose to exist again. Healing them after won’t work. Death won’t let yer cheat it that easily.” He rubbed his hands together again, and waited for Jinwoo’s response. “So? Yer want a day with ‘er, or longer?”

“You said you could bring her back…”

That’s where hope fucking got him.

“I can, just not how everyone wants. There’s always an expectation, that’s why I stopped doin’ this. I only came because the preppy boy paid me to come help ya.” 

As soon as Jinwoo saw his aura fluctuate, he grabbed his hands and pulled him away. “I want her back for good. Not a day, not as a fucking zombie, a person, who she was before she died.”

What was the difference in making you a shadow? At least being a shadow, he had a chance in helping you gain your speech back, you’d still be able to hold your children. You’d still have some sort of personality.

“Full, perfect things come at a cost, I aint willin’ to give that up for someone I don’t know.”

“What is the sacrifice?” 

His life for yours? In a heartbeat. 

“To give life, the reaper gotta take it away. It’s my ability, so my life is on the line.” Seok pulled out his tissue and wiped his nose again, sniffling in the misty cold of the storage room. “So I’ll tell yer what I told everyone else that asked what yer askin’... grieve and lay the dead to rest, or you’ll regret even askin’.”

“But…” 

“You either wake ‘er up and say goodbye, or let her go. Those are yer options. So decide. I’m getting paid fer this either way, makes no odds to me.”

“If it’s your life that has to be taken in order for her to come back, then that’s what you’ll do.”

“Sorry?”

“If you don’t, I’ll kill you and bring her back myself… either way, I win, and she lives.”

“Go ahead and threaten m’life, boy. You ain’t the first to try yer luck on me. It won’t work, so make yer decision and be a man. Just let her go.”

“No.”

The room fell dangerously silent between the two men, the background humming pumped cold air into the room with mist mixing with their own breaths. The pause was stiff, agonisingly deadly to the point this place would be a tomb entirely. Seok’s final resting place at Jinwoo’s hands.

“You’ll end up hurtin’ yerself.” Seok rubbed his hands together again after. “But who am I to tell yer what to do?”

Seok’s aura came out like magenta flames from his fingers, engulfing your body like a blanket. You neither moved nor breathed from what Jinwoo could see. Seok gritted his teeth, hands stiff and shaking until they dropped at his sides, nose bleeding and dripping down his lips.

“Nah, there’s nothin’ there to bring back. Whatever there was, it’s gone.” Taking the tissue out, he dabbed his nose lazily until it was clean.

“You didn’t even fucking try…” Jinwoo snatched the man by the cuff of his dull coat, his knuckles going over white. “I said to heal her fully. Not partially!”

“Yer putin’ yerself in a world ‘a hurt, boy. Don’t do it.” Seok’s expression remained emotionless, a little blood seeping from his nostril again.

“Heal her fully, or I’ll end your life right here. It won’t take long, so don’t piss me off and waste my time more than you already have….”

”Good luck.”

”If you do what I say, your death will be quick, I can assure that. If you don’t… It'll be painful.” 

He sniffed, staring Jinwoo dead in the face. “I told you, I ain’t scared of some kid threatenin’ me. So, do yer worst-”

Jinwoo slit his throat from ear to ear, deep enough to sever his jaw, but not enough to allow him a quick enough death. He didn’t deserve it, not being a selfish, fucking prick. Jinwoo stood there while he tried to grasp at his pants, claw at his shoes in squelching gargles.

“This could have been so much smoother had you actually done what I asked… I don’t give a shit about you, or what you can do, not anymore. I have a better use for you dead, so just hurry up and die already.”

In minutes, he stopped moving, the surprised and scared look in his eyes faded alongside his life, his aura. Just another body laying in his own blood of a decision he made himself.

“Arise.”

The man’s shadow arose from its body, standing there just as hunched over as it was before, grunting and gormlessly staring across the room.

Notification

[Skill: Shadow extraction] is successful

Lv.5 Necromancer

You may bestow a name.

“What was his name again?” Jinwoo wasn’t thinking clearly to name him now. “Liar.”

The system named him, disappearing out of sight so Jinwoo could use him. “Heal her fully, bring her back.”

Jinwoo stood there anxiously waiting, tapping his fingers on the metal table, waiting and cursing to himself while ‘Liar’ worked the supposed magic he claimed to have while still living.

“Hurry up.” He said, watching him work and rubbing his hands, but nothing came of it.

Then, the shadow lowered its hands, stepping back with a firm shake of its head.

“Nothing?” Jinwoo’s jaw tensed, his fists shook and tempted his emotions to flair. “What do you mean nothing?!”

Too late.

Another necromancer was useful in his shadow army, but being C-Rank had its limitations, and capability of pissing him off. Jinwoo was desperate, and panicked. He shoved him away back into his shadow and stood by your body in one last act of despair, something he knew he’d regret.

Hands trembling, lip quivering, one word that would haunt him.

No choice. He promised his babies they’d see their mother again.

“Arise.”

Nothing.

“What?” Absolutely nothing. Not even a system notification.

“Arise.”

Still, nothing.

“Please… Arise. Arise- arise! Fucking Arise!” He slammed his hand down on the metal table, repeatedly, saying his trigger word over and over again until he became light headed, breathing the dry air in until it choked him.

“Please… Someone do something!” Then, he crashed out entirely. “System! You wanted to give me the secret quest so bad but I get nothing to go on to complete it! You bastard!”

He slipped to the floor right on his leg, skidding on the pooled blood on the floor. His shoes were as red as his heart was empty.

“How the fuck do I progress if I can’t get her back- I’d give it all away if I could be with her!” The power, strength, everything.

Maybe his past self was right? You would have been better off with him when he was weaker. But how did his strength match up to his previous rank back then, when he couldn’t ever protect you in the first place, and he couldn’t bring you back?

“I’d go back to my old life if it meant she lived…” He sobbed, burying his face in his hands to hide the sounds. “I’ll die if it means she lives.”

Jinwoo didn’t count how long he’d been in that cold storage room, starting to shiver and icing over his tears. He didn’t want to move, but eventually pulled himself up, planted a weak kiss on your forehead and stumbled out of the room.

How can I face Min-ho and Jun-hee now? They’ll know their dad is a liar…

“Mr. Sung? What happened to you- are you hurt?!”

A man ran over, coming to his aid with his jacket, wrapping it over his shoulders and walked him over to a chair.

“You’re freezing, how long did you stay in there for? Where did that blood come from?”

“Honestly… I don’t know.” Jinwoo’s stare pointed way past a thousand yards. “I just…”

“Let’s warm you up, I’ll get you a hot drink.” He ran off and when he came back, Jinwoo was still sitting as he put him.

“Are you okay?”

Jinwoo repeated himself. “Honestly… I don’t know.”

The man pulled up another chair and laid a blanket over Jinwoo’s legs. “I’m glad I found you, I was beginning to worry. I called you like ten times.”

My phone rang? I didn’t even hear it.

“What did you need?”

He looked away from him, bashfully almost. “Well, it’s not really appropriate to ask right now.”

“Tell me.” Nothing else could make the day get any worse.

“I called to start making plans for the funeral-“

“No. I need more time.”

“There’s six days left that she can be left on ice, planning a funeral takes time so we need to-“

“I said no.”

Keeping you in that room was the closest Jinwoo could get to you without you being out of existence entirely. If he had it his way, he’d keep you on ice forever so that he could still see you every day. That way you would still stay to see the twins grow up and Jinwoo could tell you what school they went to and what their favourite desert was.

If there was a funeral before he could work things out, then it made it truly real.

“Mr. Sung, please.”

Jinwoo stood up abruptly, having what little patience he had wear out. He threw the hot drink across the room and stared him down. “Don’t you dare think about touching her body.”

“Cold storage can slow decomposition down, i-it can’t stop it! She’ll decompose eventually and whatever memories you have will be replaced by how she’ll look in a months time! P-please, Mr. Sung, think about your memories! Everyone will need to grieve eventually and they could help you through it!”

A public funeral, the thought had never crossed his mind. Jinwoo wasn’t sharing you. He couldn’t share you with everyone else. If it had to be, Jinwoo was calling the shots. On his own terms until he could come to terms with it.

“No one is permitted to enter to see her. If she really has to go, then the funeral is just for me and our kids.”

“But, she was an S-Rank hunter-“

“I don’t care if she was god.” You were higher than any spiritual being he could ever think of and Jinwoo gritted his teeth at the man so he could bear down without violence. “She was my fiance… A mother, a human being. We’re having a private ceremony. If anyone steps foot inside, I’ll personally see to it that they never walk again. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Good.”

In the days leading up to your funeral, the news outlets were all over it, finally hearing of your death and how badly it affected Jinwoo. Civilians left flowers and called for justice when news came out that you had not only died, you were murdered. Jinwoo avoided being out in public like the plague to prevent a flash of a camera or misplaced quote, going out only when he had to and relied on Jin-ho to fetch things for him.

He ran out of ideas, had Igris take care of the body in the cold storage.

Shouted curse words in the shower so that the twins didn’t hear.

He often struggled to hold it together at night and lost so much sleep he became a zombie of his own, barely caring for himself and only putting in all his effort to keep Min-ho and Jun-hee cared for.

Jinwoo ignored calls from his mom and sister. Let the door knock on and on and on while he sat all alone in a sickeningly quiet apartment.

And when the day of the funeral came, Jinwoo wasn’t even sure if he should bring the twins with him, still in disbelief that he’d failed to do everything he could for you. He agonised over it for hours, back and forth on what was appropriate.

He decided not to take them.

But at the last minute, he did.

So it brought him to the present, standing over you with the twins in their stroller, napping quietly together as their dad said his goodbye to their mother.

“I failed you, baby… I was so sure that I could get you back, and I couldn’t do it…”

His voice echoed, bouncing off the walls instead of you. You laid so prettily in the dress he picked out for you, his favourite summer dress, yellow like sunshine with pretty white flowers you wore while you were pregnant.

“Please don’t go…”

Jinwoo brushed your hair before you were completely thawed out after they moved you here, on a metal slap that led straight into the cremator. He couldn’t bury you, not when he knew your body would rot and turn to mush in the ground like all the other hunters that lost their lives. Cremating you allowed him to keep you with him at home where you should have been.

Jun-hee made her little noises when she was growing fussy, a mimicked cough before she let her lungs do the taking. Jinwoo rocked the stroller which seemed to ease her a little.

“I wish I’d met you sooner. Maybe he’s right… maybe you would have learned to love me when I was weak- but I’m weak now, weak without you.”

Min-ho started too, whining in his seat despite being fed not half an hour ago. That in turn set Jun-hee off again.

“Shh, shh, kiddo’s. It’s okay.”

Jinwoo tried to be strong in front of his children, not letting them see their dad tear up and cry. But when he understood that his babies were just missing their mother too, how could he hide it?

“I know. I know you miss her. I do too.”

It was all getting too much. He bent down to stroke your hair and kiss your lips one last time, rocking the stroller with his other hand “I love you so much. That will never change. Sleep well, baby… I’m sorry.”

If he didn’t let you go now, he never would.

He watched you disappear into the cremator, struggling for his own breath and stood back as the door closed. Min-ho and Jun-hee were screaming, both red in the face like they knew. They knew this was the end. They hadn’t seen their mom since the hospital, and the next time they were watching her burn to ashes.

Jinwoo turned around to face the wall, holding his face in his hands, sobbing and just wanting his own mom to tell him it was going to be alright. He ignored the clonking of the machinery, but what he couldn’t ignore was the fact his children suddenly went silent, content.

When he looked, wiping his face with his suit sleeve, it was the strangest thing. The twins' aura flared up, like how it used to when you were pregnant. Only this time, they weren’t surrounded by their own auras, it was yours. Jinwoo recognised the sight of it immediately, reminding him of home, eating sweets while watching a movie, and cuddling under a blanket before sharing a goodnight kiss. His own comforts.

The twins were still in possession of your aura. They never absorbed it.

Jinwoo couldn’t tell if it was a goodbye, or something entirely different, however, he couldn’t take his eyes off of it in case it vanished for good.

And it did.

Followed by a noise once the babies started to cry again.

A noise.

Banging on the door, from inside the cremator.

Part 37 <- Part 38 -> Part 39

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[mallory524]

Hello! Can I request reader kissing John silly cause she’s missed him (maybe he comes back after a relatively easy mission and it’s reader’s turn to stay with Bob)? She (*cough* me *cough*) just wants to kiss her boyfriend!!

(I actually giggled and kicked my feet when i first saw this request i love it)

waiting

john walker x reader

tags- fem!reader, kissing, fluffyyy

word count- 586

notes- i am sorry i’m terrible about writing requests in the order i got them in.

"You're acting like I've been gone for a month-" he tries to say before being muffled yet again.

Kiss kiss kiss-

"Well, it felt like it."

Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss-

He might tease you a bit, but John's not complaining. He thinks this is how you should greet him every time he comes home from now on.

"I was gone for, like, 12 hours."

"I just missed you, is that so wrong?"

That's a good enough response for him.

John wasn't just estimating when he said 12 hours, he always keeps track of how long he's away from you. He wouldn’t admit to being so casually sentimental, but that's the truth.

This was one of those missions that wasn't dangerous enough to necessitate all six people going along, and you could afford to have one person stay behind to hang out with Bob.

Bob always insists, "Oh, you guys don't have to do that," but no one likes leaving him all alone in the tower for hours or potentially even days at a time.

You were still so tired when they were explaining the objective of this mission, and to be honest, you weren't really listening, so you offered to sit this one out. You had a pretty nice day with Bob, but your mind did start to wander.

You thought of John. You pictured him out on some battlefield fighting God knows who. You pictured him walking through the door at the end of the day. You pictured him in the kitchen with you or on the couch with you or in your room with you…

Then all of a sudden it was 9 o'clock at night, not too late, and they were finally all home. There he was, standing in the doorway with his funny little folded shield and his silly messy hair, looking around the room for you with sleepy eyes.

It really was an adorable sight.

You threw your arms around him and attacked him with kisses. Everyone rolled their eyes as always, but they do find it kind of sweet.

"Hey, give me a second to put my stuff down!" John had argued with a little laugh, trying to lean over and put his shield on the floor.

"Nope. I've been waiting for you all day," you said, before giving him a kiss on his cheek, and then his other cheek and then his forehead and his lips. You can feel that he's freezing all over from the cold night air, and hey, you're just trying to warm him up!

Now you're in his room, and John's trying to grab his clothes and get cleaned up... but he's not really trying that hard. He put up basically no fight when you sat him down on the bed and started playing with his hair and, of course, all you wanted was a few more kisses.

"Maybe I should leave more often."

"No, I think that's the last thing you should do."

John laughs. "I know, I'm kidding."

You take a moment to catch your breath. You cover your mouth and start giggling the second you actually stop to look at him.

"Walker, you've got a little..."

You move your knee so you're not holding him in place anymore, and he walks over to the mirror to see some very messy hair and a bunch of glossy tinted kiss marks all over his face.

"Hey!"

"Sorry!"

You aren't sorry at all, and you two will continue the moment he sits back down.

[wbbpls]

Platonic Plus One

Chapter 1

For purposes of the story line I made people up but our Uconn girlies will still make appearances!

Paige and Azzi became best friends instantly. They met during USA basketball in high school and have been inseparable ever since. They easily mixed their friend groups and families, as if they’d always been in each other's lives. So when Azzi was asked to be a bridesmaid in her cousin Jessica's wedding, bringing Paige along was a no-brainer.

Jessica and her high school sweetheart Brandon were well-versed on all things Paige and Azzi at this point and weren’t shocked at Azzi asking Paige to be her plus one.

Storrs, CT

“Paigey please go with me? I don’t want to show up alone and if you don’t go I’m just going to be texting you the whole time.”

Paige pauses her game and places her controller down. “I don’t know Az. I don’t want to intrude. Like I know I’m not tight with Jess like that, but don’t you think I would have been invited if they wanted me?”

“Uh no because they gave me a plus one, which I’m sure my family knows means you. You have to remember his Mom has been weirdly involved in the planning and she’s more traditional about this stuff.”

Paige moved to sit at the edge of her bed with her feet dangling off the side. “So then wouldn’t they want you to bring like a real date?”

Azzi knows she got her title of people’s princess with her sweetness and innocence…so why not use it to her advantage? She moved to stand between Paige’s legs and rests her hands on Paige’s hips (in a very platonic way of course). “P c’mon please? For me? I just really don’t want to go alone and deal with commentary from my family.“

Paige looked down at Azzi’s big brown eyes and melted. The truth is, Paige would kill to be Azzi’s date. The issue is that Azzi is straight, so she shoved those feelings down a long time ago. Also, she isn’t asking Paige to be her date, just her friend to accompany her. “Yeah, okay, whatever, Az. Just tell me what to wear.”

Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck jumping up and down in excitement. “Yay thank you Paigey! We’re gonna have so much fun I promise.”

——————————

KK and Caroline tag along for wedding shopping. KK stayed with Paige while Caroline and Azzi went to pick up her bridesmaid dress at another shop.

“Damn dude you lookin mighty fine.”

Paige is trying on a light blue suit, making her eyes pop, with the jacket being slightly oversized. Under the jacket is a black vest with a deep v at the top and showing skin at the bottom. Paige has always been comfortable showing skin and trying new styles, so here’s to hoping Azzi approves.

“You think? I’m feeling’ it forreal, but Azzi gotta like it too.”

“Ah yes the girlfriend stamp of approval.” KK says with a knowing smirk.

Paiges eyes bulge out of her head. “Bro what the hell! She could walk in at any minute.”

“Alright I’ll chill but how are you gonna do this for a whole week?”

“Do what? I’m just going with my best friend to a wedding”

“You mean doing what normally people in a relationship do?”

“You don’t think I thought about that?” Paige scream whispers. “But I can’t say no to her and I need to get over whatever I’ve been feeling so maybe a week hanging out as friends will be good.”

“Just don’t get yourself hurt P boogers.”

Paige just sighs and takes in KK’s words while looking at the suit. Suddenly she hears giggling that she’d recognize anywhere.

Caroline is the first to walk in talking about who knows what. “And then she was like—oh my god Paige you look so good!”

Paige smiles at them and notices Azzi just staring at her. “Thanks Car…uh Azzi what do you think?”

Azzi swallows hard. “Uh yeah no I mean great you look uh yeah good.“ Everyone looks at Azzi confused.

“Oh I mean if you don’t think it’s good I totally have some other options it’s cool really.”

Azzi shakes her head and moved forward quickly. “NO! I mean no it’s fine, really this is perfect. I was just uh caught off guard, it looks really good, P”

At this point Caroline and KK are eyeing each other understanding the complicated relationship of the girls in front of them. Paige has spent countless nights crying to KK, praying her and Azzi could be more. Caroline has tried to talk to Azzi about how different their relationship is. When Azzi pushes back, Caroline alwaya brings up the friends don’t get jealous of their friends hooking up with other people. Azzi always has a myriad of excuses of why those girls just aren’t good enough for Paige and changes the conversation.

“Cool cool…well uh I’ll go buy this then.” Paige says trying to hide her blush. She takes off the jacket and begins unbutton the blazer as she enters the changing room. Now Azzi is the one to get red. “No I’ll buy it! I’m the one making you go.”

Before Paige could protest Azzi was running to the front to buy the suit. The three girls left standing there stood in an awkward silence until Paige finished changing back into her normal clothes. Caroline joined Azzi at the front to make sure the flustered girl was okay.

When Paige exited the changing room KK gave her a knowing look. Paige rolled her eyes and started the gather her stuff and checked her phone.

“I mean that girlfriend approval amiright?” KK says as she wiggles her eyebrows.

“Girlfriend?” Azzi finally composed walked in on the last part of KK’s words and is unfortunately back to little composure. Was Paige talking to someone and she didn’t know? Did Paige send a picture of her outfit to some girl?

“What no? No one has a girlfriend she’s just playin.” Paige says with very little conviction.

“Yeah you know me always playin! But like if there was a girl that would be cool too right?” Paige elbows KK in the stomach to try to get her to shut up.

“Yeah that’s great, P. Can’t wait to hear all about her. Uh we should probably get going to beat traffic.” Azzi says with a shaky voice yet flashes Paige one of her signature smiles and walks towards the exit.

Paige can already tell this will easily be one of the longest weeks of her life.