#'we'll see about that' and he makes you get on the freshly made bed.

[savannahsdeath]

okok but like reader being tommy and maria's daughter, Joels niece, Ellie's gf, you cant tell me that wouldn't just make her the town princess <33

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! but i think its minors safe this time!!; reader crying

writers note: its short and just two of my thoughts but still decided to post it🤗 ALWAYS when i make sum scenarios in my head i imagine im tommys and marias daughter cus !! its like so abziabshh being joels niece too ??? omg.

as tommy's and maria's daughter, the risk of you getting hurt was always lower than other residents'. being a favored princess, only doing little jobs somewhere in the town, you were living a dream of most girls your age. you didn't have to patrol, to risk your life, to be used to hold a gun like it's nothing. and you could shoot - joel teached you, just in case. but you pointed your weapon at a living target only a few times. your life was just.. calm.

there's no reason to complain, right?

right??

you hated it. you wanted nothing more than to go outside and be a hero, find supplies and kill those monsters.

you felt useless, sitting in jackson and doing only paperwork or gardening. you didn't care it was important too. you wanted to be a soldier with a holster swinging down your hip, maybe a switchblade with a cool design in your pocket. after a long day in work you'd meet up with your friends, share your memories and tips. maybe even trade some cards you found while scavenging.

you spent so much time complaining and begging your parents for a chance to go outside and face the dangers of the world. but you were always met with the same answer - that you were too precious to risk, too valuable to put in danger.

you never understood why they didn't see you the same way they saw ellie. you felt that you were capable of just as much as she was, if not more. but it was always her who got the spotlight, while you were left to your own devices, growing bitter and resentful.

one day, not just a typical day but your birthday, you found your family - tommy, maria, joel and ellie - waiting for you in the living room. you hated the awkward 'my little girl is becoming a lady!' things, but you put on the best fake smile you could. it turned to a real smile pretty fast, just as you heard about your gift.

"we'll allow you to patrol." maria smiled, before quickly shaking her head. "only with ellie, though!"

at first you stood in silence. you felt like both tommy and joel wanted you to go outside for a long time before. being locked up in a safety zone wasn't doing any good for you. if something was going to happen to jackson, you'll be left clueless in the cruel, unknown world. but how did they convince your protective mother, maria?

ellie smirked at your reaction and leaned against a wall. "you have to listen to me, too."

you knew she'll act all cocky and demanding, but it didn't ruin your happiness. in fact, you were glad to be paired with her.

and so you became one of the tough, badass survivors you wanted to. but you were still an innocent princess in their eyes.

so they couldn't stand seeing you hurt.

as soon as maria caught you sobbing onto your pillow the other day, everyone was there in a second. you were sitting in your bed, in your mother's arms. ellie placed herself next to you, caressing your hand and rubbing reassuring circles on your thigh. joel was pacing around the room, trying to not point his gun at anyone who made you feel this way, while tommy wether kneeled in front of you or joined your uncle in lame attempt to calm themselves down.

"what the fuck happened?" your dad leaned against a nearby wall.

ellie rolled her eyes, thinking his aggressiveness is useless. "it's about jane."

jane was a girl your age, freshly welcomed to jackson. she didn't know much about it so she was the first one to judge. and well... let's say she didn't like how popular you are.

joel frowned and repeated quiet; "jane?" as if to make sure he heard it correctly.

you sniffled and wiped your tears on your sleeve, feeling the overwhelming attention of everyone in the room.

"well, jane's got some real issues if you ask me." joel growled, his voice quiet and dangerous.

"indeed." tommy nodded, his mind already brewing up a plan. "we should send her packing before things escalate."

"no, we can't do that." maria frowned, thinking hard of a solution to the problem. "don't forget she's here because she saved ellie."

to that, your girlfriend quickly let you go and stood up. "saved me?!" she threw her hands in the air in frustration. "she killed one infected that was after me, i'd handle it myself just as easily!"

your mom held her hands out in an attempt to calm ellie, but the girl was too angry and frustrated to see a reason to.

"hey, hey!" maria chided her. "it's not worth arguing. let's just settle this and move on."

ellie gritted her teeth as she took a deep breath, trying to collect herself. "fine." she said through clenched teeth. "but she better not pull anything again, or i swear i'm gonna-"

"ellie!" tommy shouted, cutting her off mid-sentence.

"no, ellie's right." joel said in a stern, serious tone. "jane's no hero and we can't let her sabotage our community. she won't stop after a pathetic little warning."

your parents froze for a moment, the words finally hitting them.

"joel," maria finally started, her tone serious and concerned. "we can't just kick someone out like that. that's not how we handle things here."

"well, how do we handle them then?" joel shot back. "because letting someone like jane stay is gonna be a threat to our safety."

after a short moment of silence, maria finally spoke up again. "i get where you're coming from," she nodded and repeated; "but this is not the way we do things."

your uncle just huffed in frustration, his arms crossed. "fine." he murmured quietly. "have it your way."

ellie, on the other hand, was quietly seething. she wanted to go up to jane and knock some sense into her head, but she bit her tongue and kept quiet.

as maria left the room, ellie's rage came spilling out. "she's trouble!" she hissed, pacing back and forth. "she just needs someone to put her in her place. can i-"

"no." your dad cut you off, his voice firm. "maria said no. we're not doing this."

ellie bit her lip in frustration as she looked back and forth between him and you, torn between wanting to listen and wanting to see jane struggle, like you do now. eventually, she took your mom's place in comforing you.

with joel out of the picture, you and ellie shared a deep glance. the shared anger and frustration in your eyes was something only you two understood. it felt like you communicated telepathically. without saying a word, she wrapped her arms around you. this sort of closeness was something you rarely shared in front of others, but in this moment it just felt right. you two were bonded by the same negative feelings, and in that moment you were both on the same wavelength.

maria came back to see you, face buried in ellie's chest, as she made some shushing noises into your ear. she shared a concerned look with tommy and joel, which agreed to leave you both alone for now. your mom felt satisfied by the fact ellie decided to let jane be.

just a few days later you were able to come out without worrying about bumping into her, because even when you did, she'd apologize and quickly walk away. you never asked anyone what happened, no one told you anything too. jane wasn't the type of a person to get offended by words, so whatever happened, it must really affect her..

[beanibon]

Hi 👋 can i request a smutty wolfwood x fem reader, where after everything him and his s/o finally retire and decide to take care of the orphanage. And seeing his s/o be amazing with the kids makes him go brrrr and think of how great she'll be as a mother and then....breeding kink? 🤣

GIVE THIS MAN ALL THE CHILDREN, WE ALL KNOW HE'LL BE THE BEST DAD IN THE WORLD!

TW: smut, breeding kink, mentioned oral (f!receiving), marking, doggy style (good breeding position tbh), overstimulation.

It had been several years now, peace finally entering Nicholas's life. Even if it did still feel odd.

But with all that said and done, alongside side the only woman he'd ever truly love, Nicholas took over the Hope Land's Orphanage. Protecting the children, and making sure none of them would ever go through what he had.

Another thing Wolfwood tried to do was quit smoking, but that proved a lot harder then he thought. Which was why he was currently hiding, a freshly lit cigarette between his dry lips, that bitter taste inhaled into his lungs.

He knew you'd kill him the moment he was caught, reprimanding him after he swore he'd stop. Yet maybe that's why he denied fully quitting, your face scrunched up in anger was always so adorable, how could he possibly get enough.

"Mieko that's a beautiful drawing, we'll hang it up on the wall later on." Nicholas peeked around the corner, dark eyes observing the way you kneeled low, admiring one of the children's drawings.

A familiar ache throbbed in his pants, causing Nicholas to grunt in discomfort, yet that saccharine voice dragged him back. Hearing the way you spoke to the children made Nicholas happy beyond a doubt, the way you took to each and every one. Not to mention how the children instantly grew fond of you, clinging to your clothes, begging for attention and constant affection. Hell it made him jealous even.

Yet there was one thing that drove Nicholas absolutely wild, which was the image of you pregnant with his own child.

That very thought had shivers running up and down his spine, another drag of his cigarette in attempts to calm the blood flow to lower regions. Perhaps it was something worth mentioning later when the children were all tucked into bed? It definitely wouldn't hurt.

"What did I tell you about smoking, mister!" Wolfwood straightened, head spun to look at your angry, displeased face.

The children surrounding you were giggling, faux looks of shock through some of them. The sight of children clinging to you had Wolfwood's mind wander, until you leapt forward to snatch the embering cigarette.

"What's the harm in one, sweetheart? Can't let me treat myself?" Nicholas cooed, easily moving the cigarette out of reach as you collided against him.

"You said you'd quit, and that I'm allowed to pester you when you caved!" Another poor attempt of thwarting his addiction.

"Did I say that? Shit I don't remember."

"No swearing in front of the kids!" You scolded, hands placed firmly on your hips. A chorus of voices agreeing, playful and teasing.

"Nico said a bad word!"

"Mister Nichowas stop teasing Mrs Y/N!"

"Geez Kiddos, you aren't gonna stick up for me? I'm the one being denied here, don't wanna stick up for lil old me?" Nicholas teased, earning a charge of children tackling him, allowing you to pluck the cigarette from his fingers.

"I think that answers your question, seems that's another win for me." Stamping out the cigarette, you shooed the children away, helping your disgruntled husband off the ground. Gentle hands dusting off the sand sticking to his clothes, fixing his collar.

"Can we have kids?" He blurted out, eyes trailing down to your stomach.

"We have many kids." You responded patiently, oblivious to what he was suggesting.

"Angel," Nicholas brought your face to his, placing a sweet kiss to those beautiful lips of yours. "I'm meaning our own kids."

Your face flushed red, eyes wide as you considered his proposal. You weren't against the idea, just confused as you thought Nicholas was content with all the children running about the orphanage. Never before considering he'd want his own children.

"Why don't we discuss this further when all the children are in bed, okay?"

The bed creaked dangerously, the sound echoing off the walls had you shushing Nicholas frantically, worried the kids would awaken. Only Wolfwood didn't care, pace quickening.

"Nicholas! The childr-"

"Please Angel, just shaddup for a sec," Nicholas cooed, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pounded into you roughly. "Gonna impregnate you real good, sweetheart."

Your cunt was already dripping with previous loads of his cum, face pressed into the pillow to muffle your pleas, moans and whimpers. Teeth marks covered the back of your neck, entire back and legs even from when Nicholas was eating you out.

Rough hands squeezed your waist, pulling it back as he thrust his hips forward, the plush of your ass somewhat cushioning his harsh hips slamming into you. Nicholas grunted, breathing irregularly as he faltered yet again.

"Ready for another load of my cum? Gonna make some mini mes?" Those fangs nibbled against your ear, earning some angelic noises from your lips.

Those sweet noises were the cherry on top, hot cum filling you up until you were swollen to the brink. Tongue hanging out as you cried at your final release, stars filling your teary vision.

Chaste kisses were placed along your spine, calloused hands massaging you with more gentleness then their previous rough nature. Nicholas laid you on you side, legs pressed together in attempts to keep his seed inside you, arms wrapping around you.

"You did well, Angel," He praised sweetly, a hand placed upon your stomach. "You look beautiful."

Nicholas couldn't stop imagining you fat with his child, the very idea had him hard yet again. Only this time your tired form smacked his arm, groaning at the idea of being fucked ruthless again.

"Put it away, I'm not dealing with it anymore." You grumbled, Nicholas chuckling at your irritated voice.

"Sorry Y/N, can't help it when you get me so excited." Another smack, this time to his face had him barking in laughter, arms squeezing you close as you whined. "Don't worry, I'm too tired anyways. Think I went overboard..."

"No shit, five rounds without a break in exhausting, if I'm not pregnant then there's something wrong with your cock." You teased, turning to nuzzle into his chest.

Nicholas smiled, holding you close as he pressed a final kiss to the crown of your head, eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep.

"I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Nico."

[ryuzakemo128]

Life After Death

Requested? No

Content Warning: Possible mentions of death, illness, suicide, murder and among other things. If you are triggered by the mentioned topics or any that remain unlisted I urge you that you do no read this content for the sake of your mental health and wellbeing.

Pairing: Bjorn Ironside x Female Reader

Summary: Your relationship is dying, about to die and you know the only way to get better was to end the relationship. Before you could end the relationship, you find out that he was unfaithful the entire time you were together. Leaving you heartbroken and carrying his unborn child inside of you. As well as your sons.

Author's Note: This is to help those who may be suffering through a heartbreaking break-up or a divorce. This is my love letter to you and I hope you find yourself forgiving yourself for whatever might have caused it to happen.

You found out a week ago and now you couldn't even bring yourself to even look at him. "You are lucky we never got married." You say to him. "You are lucky our children are too young to understand any of this and once I leave, you are never seeing the one that is yet to be born."

You didn't want to hear more of his pathetic excuses, as you packed the carriage getting ready to move to a farm near the village. It was the only place you could afford on such short notice. The children would have to go to the village school and you'd have to find work. The thought of leaving everything you'd built together was almost unbearable, you knew you couldn't stay. He'd never change. He'd always be a selfish, careless man who put his own pleasures above everything else.

Luckily, you were only three months pregnant and you were able to hide your condition from him until now. It was a small mercy. As you left the house, your heart felt like it was being ripped out of your chest. You clutched the reins of the carriage, taking deep breaths to steady your nerves. You knew that you had made the right decision, it still hurt and it still stung. He made his bed and now you intend to force him to stay inside of it.

Before you and your young children could leave that afternoon, you heard a voice from further away, the carriage was packed with your luggage and all your children were aware of. They were going to their grandmother's for a while. They were excited, unaware of the real reason why they were leaving, or that they were leaving their father behind. They were waiting inside of the carriage, their small whispers excited by the fact they were going to be able to see ducks, chickens, and other animals that their grandmother kept.

You heard him mutter something. You ignored him. You trusted him, you loved him and you thought you had a good life together. You had no idea that he was so unhappy. It was too late now. There was nothing you could do about it. You couldn't go back in time and change the past. All you could do now was focus on the future and make sure your children grow up in a happy, healthy environment.

Once you were on the road to the farm, you stepped into the carriage and into another life for you. For your children and the one that would be born soon. It wasn't the best option, but it was the only option that seemed to fit with what you need.

Your mother would be happy with the arrangement. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than what you had before. The farm was small, but it was self-sufficient. You could grow your own food, milk the cows, tend to the chickens, and make a living off the land. It was honest work, and it was all that you could ask for. Until you could possibly heal and move on, this would have to do.

Your mother, Freyja, "I am sorry things ended this way my dear," she said to you as you walked into the cabin, the scent of freshly baked bread filling the air. "But I'm glad you're here with me now. We'll make the best of it." She put her arm around you, her strength surprisingly comforting. "Now, let's get you settled in and we'll talk about how you'll help around the farm. Then we can organize where you and your children can sleep. How does that sound?"

You nodded, trying to muster up a smile. You knew your mother meant well, but the thought of living here, so far away from Bjorn, was almost unbearable. You had to remind yourself that it was for the best. For your children's sake, you had to protect them from their father's selfish ways. Your children ran around the field, your mother's dogs keeping watch over them, their laughter filling the air. It was a peaceful scene, one that you hoped would become routine for you all.

Your father passed when you were young, you didn't know much about him other than he was faithful to your mother to a fault. You were one out of five children they had together, you were raised by her and her alone after your father died. You wonder how she managed to do so on her own for so long after his death.

You asked your mother, "How did you manage to grieve and still care for us?"

She looked at you with a small smile and said, "It wasn't easy, my dear. There were days when I thought I couldn't go on. But I had to, for you and your siblings. Your father wasn't the best, but he certainly wasn't the worst and I thank my lucky stars that I met him when I did. Even if it was for a little while. The world was peaceful, and I had you all to take care of. The work on the farm kept me busy, and in time, it became a part of me. It's all I've ever known. You are not to blame for what he decided to do."

To her you would always be her little girl, her little angel who couldn't do wrong and she would always be there for you, no matter what. Your siblings had grown up and started their own lives, but you and your mother were still very close. You would help her around the farm, tend to the animals, and grow the crops. It was hard work, but you enjoyed being outdoors and being close to nature. Life on the farm was simple, yet fulfilling. She was there for you, just like she was there for her siblings when they needed her.

You would heal. You would learn to forgive and move forward. You were determined to find someone that will love all of you.

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[andysorbit]

can you write about meeting johnny for the first time and both of you being so into each other you end up hooking up even though you're not usually the type to do that?? preferably nasty please <3

I sure can! I love the idea of this. Your mind is beautiful!

Minors DNI

Warnings: unprotected sex (be smart irl yall), dirty talk, strangers fuckin,

I'm gonna do non idol!Johnny but if you'd like idol!Johnny instead, just send in another request!

I wanna try this from a different POV? I hope it's okay?

♡

The new guy was moving in next door and holy shit he was loud. Y/n rolled over in bed and huffed, "Who the fuck moves in this early?" She grumbled. She got up and made her way to the window. She could hear the moving truck sitting idle downstairs and when she opened the window, she felt the breath of Satan blow over her. "Gross." She muttered then stuck her head out the window and into the heat of the city. The new guy was tall and even from three stories up, she could see how toned he was from the shirt he was beginning to sweat himself out of. After tipping the movers and thanking them, he glanced up at her and waved, "Howdy, neighbor!" He shouted heartily. "Howdy!" She yelled back. "You're shuffling and bumping around woke me up!" He smiled coyly, "It's two in the afternoon on a Sunday. Are all the pretty girls around here as boring as you are?" He yelled. Y/n grinned, "Well, they may be more fun than I am but I guarantee you none of them are prettier and pretty girls need a lot of rest. You think it's easy looking this good?" She replied with a wave of her hand. He nodded, "Well, you seem well-rested from your beauty sleep and I'm ready to rest for a bit so... maybe I can stop by and get to know you?" He said. Y/n shrugs, "We'll see." She said and pulled her head back inside before slamming the window.

After showering and freshening up, Y/n dressed in a lilac floral muumuu. She tidied up the living room then went to her room to make up her bed. He had a thing about him and she had a feeling he'd be seeing her bedroom much sooner than she usually preferred.

A sudden rap on her door pulled her out of her head. She took her time getting to the door and opening it. He stood there, freshly showered and in fresh clothes. He looked her up and down, "You don't dress up for company?" He asked with a smirk. "Only when I'm expecting someone important and besides, I wasn't expecting company at all." She shot back as she stepped aside to let him in. "Are you hungry?" She asked. "Nah, I stopped for lunch an hour ago." He replied as he looked around. "What do you like to eat? Maybe tomorrow I'll make you a housewarming meal." She asked as she made her way to the kitchen. He followed close behind, "Oh, I'm not too fussy." He said casually. His eyes roamed over her muumuu again and he laughed, "Please don't take this the wrong way but you're dressed like an old lady. It's cute." Y/n struck a pose, "One thing about these old ladies is that they knew a thing or two about a thing or two. Don't sleep on a woman in a muumuu. We're out here changing lives." She said as she held his gaze. He hums, "I'm Johnny by the way." He said. "I'm Y/n. Welcome to the building." She said back, "Can I offer you anything to drink? I have water, soda, and wine." Johnny smirked, "You have wine, Miss Fancy Muumuu?" He said teasingly. "I have blunts too." She said as she opened a cupboard to retrieve a tin cigarette holder from the top shelf. She opened it and took one out before putting it back. Johnny laughed, "I like you." He said. "What's not to like?" She asked. Johnny chuckled and she watched him pluck the joint from her fingers and examine it, "I don't usually do this but... you're really fucking hot." She said. Johnny glanced at her and smirked, "Is that why you put your little muumuu on and let me in? So you could get me high and seduce me?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, "I didn't tell you to come knocking on my door so my muumuu is on because I intended to spend my Sunday relaxing." She lied. "No... you intended to spend your Sunday under me. I'm not stupid." He said and stepped closer to her. He sat the blunt down on the counter and stared at her intently, waiting for her to grant him permission to touch her. "Well don't just stand there, neighbor." She said softly

He grabbed her by the back of the head and kissed her roughly, "God, you're so fucking hot." He hissed. He lifted her dress, "What do you have under this pretty little dress for me, huh, baby?" He asked as he brought his hand up to her throbbing cunt. "No panties." He chuckled, "You knew I'd be fucking you today. Such a sneaky girl." His fingers circled her clit teasingly and she pressed hot, wet kisses wherever she could land them. "Knew it from the minute you looked at me." She panted. He kissed her roughly as he slid two fingers into her and fucked her with them. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her and carried her out of the kitchen, "If your apartment mirrors mine then... your bedroom is..." He trailed off and turned down the hall towards her bedroom, "Here we go." "You go, big brain." She chuckled. Johnny dropped her down on the bed and she shrieked, "Tell me how you like it, babe." He purred as he took his shirt off. Y/n was suddenly hyper-aware of the smell of his body wash and the way it clung to her clothes. "Not Miss Muumuu finally running out of smart ass fuel." He laughed. He climbed on top of her and kissed her, "Tell me, baby. Come on." He whispered. "Just want you inside me." She said pleadingly. He clumsily took his pants off and kicked them off the bed. He was far bigger than she anticipated. "Just need me to make you feel good? How do you know I can?" He said. "I doubt you have all of that and no idea how to use it." She sighed. He lifted her dress to her chin, "Oh, fuck. Holy fuck, baby." He groaned as his eyes greedily took in every inch of her exposed skin.

Y/n never saw herself as someone who'd have a man she barely knew in her bedroom but Johnny was like a magnet and he drew her in so effortlessly that it drove her mad. He teased her slit with the head of his cock and she whined, "Come on, Johnny." He laughed and slowly slid into her. As he bottomed out, her breath hitched and he laughed again. "You good?" He asked smugly. "Yeah, you're just... God... you feel so good. I feel so full." She panted. He slowly rocked his hips against her.

"You like how I fill you up, beautiful?"

He was so full of himself. Y/n couldn't deny that but even with his cockiness, there was a sweetness to him and a genuine twinkle in his eyes that she had never seen before. She nodded as she dragged her nails down his chest, down his toned stomach. He moaned and held her gaze. She'd never felt so full and as he pounded her, he hit places inside her that nobody had ever reached. His fingers dipped past her folds and he rubbed her, "Cum, pretty girl." He urged her breathlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he pinned her hands above her head with one hand. He rubbed her faster and she gasped. His strength was almost intimidating and for a moment, she thought about how wrong everything could've gone. He notices, "Hey, don't go thinking like that now. It wouldn't do you any good at this point anyway. I'm not gonna hurt you, beautiful. Cum for me." He said assuringly. She came undone with a cry. "There you go, baby." Johnny moaned and his strokes became sloppy as he approached his own release. "Where do you want it?" He asked. "I'm on birth control. Just cum. Please." She whimpered. Johnny chuckled, "Love the manners." He stroked into her a few more times and came with a deep moan and a kiss to her lips. He collapsed next to her on the bed with a sigh.

"So what are you cooking me for dinner tomorrow?" He asked once he got control of his breathing. "You said you're not too fussy so I guess you can just eat whatever I make." She said teasingly. "If I don't like what you cook, I'll just spread you out on the table and eat you." He said devilishly.

♡

This shit was FUN!! I'm so glad you dropped this in my inbox. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

- Andi

[sakinotfound]

let me take care of you | lucifer

cw: no use of pronouns/gender not specified, fluff, comfort, established relationship, use of pet names (a lot), also they are used in a gender neutral way- please don't think this is only fem! reader, mentions of suggestive themes but nothing happens. it's sfw.

"shh," he hushes you. placing his long index finger upon your lips, he looks straight into your eyes.

under the lighting of the corridors of HoL, they shine brightly. black eyes glinting with a faint red gradient. tone soft yet firm, he speaks to you, "no ifs and buts (name), just for tonight let me take care of you."

it surprised you every single time, how easily lucifer managed to fluster you, making your cheeks burn. sure he was the avatar of pride but you weren't any less prideful yourself. so trying your best to hide the fluttering of your heart and a blushy smile threatening to break on your face you solemnly nod.

lucifer has been alive for many years, he has dealt with a lot of people in his time in devildom. you can try as much as you want, but you can't fool lucifer. he sees right through it.

well unless it's a stupid prank and he was a little too cocky about his smartness. but we'll talk about that some other time.

big, warm hands on your shoulders, he guides your body towards his bedroom. as soon as you reach the door, he stops.

his lips hover above your skin as he places a feathery kiss on your temple. moving his soft lips down to your ear he lowers his head a little and whispers into your left ear, "let's get you to rest, my love."

having him so close to you, and the way his deep voice dips octaves lower has your spine tingling and hair rising. you try your best not to show but your eyes squeeze shut at the sudden stimulation. a grin breaks out on his face but he doesn't do anything to let you know or tease you about it. this time is for your comfort and you to feel relaxed only.

as the door closes shut, lucifer switches the dim lights on. placing his signature coat aside, he asks you to go sit on his bed. 

"make yourself comfortable, darling. i'll be back in a minute." and with that he disappears into the attached washroom.

you know lucifer wasn't gonna do anything like that right now but still the intimacy with which he deals with everything related to you both, has your insides churning. you fiddle with your fingers to ease your nervousness. you don't have to be nervous though, no never with lucifer. he has never given you anything that should keep you on edge when alone with him except a few light-hearted teasing. but maybe it's just his place in the devildom, his power and his strict aura that sometimes makes your insecurities resurface a little. just as you were going to dwell on them again, he walks out of the washroom.

you find your breath hitch. eyes unable to move anywhere but take in the man in front of you. you think your heart might have stopped. he walks out with droplets of water hanging on to the strands of silky smooth hair. face freshly washed and the water made his white shirt see through. to top it off the top few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned giving you all the more view of what you were staring at. the white shirt fit his physique perfectly, stopping at his waist. you lower your gaze to the long black pants covering his tall height.

"like what you see?" he flicks his hair aside. throwing your D.D.D. towards you, which he had taken before taking you to the room. "take a picture sweetheart, it would last longer."

"asshole." you mutter to yourself. this was too much for your heart. it was one too many times in one single evening that he has made your heart rate spike up and even made it stop once!

busy cursing lucifer in your mind, you don't even notice when he makes his way up to you. "(name)?"

"what?" you retort making him chuckle.

"i need you to relax is all." he continues. "and, turn your back to me please."

obliging you do as he says and in an instance, dexterous fingers make their way to your upper back. strong yet comfortable strokes of massage make you relax instantly. skilled fingers take care of each and every strained muscle up there.

your eyes flutter shut, mouth parting a little you let out a sigh of relief. "lucifer…"

"hmm, what is it sweet?" he looks down at you, black hair framing his face beautifully.

and just then, without your knowledge you let out a small moan of relief. wide eyes snapping open immediately, your hand slaps against your mouth. 

"s-sorry. i am so sorry lucifer. i- i don't know how it- how i- oh God this so embarrassing." you hang your head down, not being able to make eye contact with the demon. you know he would tease you like always but seconds turn to minutes and the teasing never comes?

"are you over your little shy session?" lucifer perks up. hands back to work as they press all the right spots, making all the pain go away. "it's natural (name), it happens. i understand."

stopping his hands one more time, he brings his index and middle finger down to your chin and makes you look up at him. "besides, if i didn't make you feel relieved i wouldn't have been doing a good job, would i?" 

you mirror his soft smile and lean forward just as he does, planting your lips to his in a short but sweet kiss. 

"how do you feel now?" he asks.

"much better, love. thank you so much." you turn around, legs crossed as you look up at the man towering above you. 

both his hands cup your face, "are you hungry? do you wanna eat something?"

tilting your head, you rub your cheek against the palm of his hand which makes lucifer smile. his heart beats faster seeing the way you feel so comfortable with him, so at ease with him.

albeit it does take you some time to forget about your nervousness. and even if you aren't able to, he is always there to make you feel good.

"mhm, a little yeah but i don't wanna eat right now. i demand cuddles instead."

letting out a laugh, he tips his head back making you grin cheekily. "yes yes, whatever your majesty wants."

and next you know, you are engulfed by lucifer's bear hugs. long arms drape around your structure, holding you close to him with your back facing his front. you make yourself at ease and lay comfortably against his broad chest. stretching your legs, you keep them close to lucifer's long ones.

the raven haired man attacks you with a series of butterfly kisses all over your face and neck, making you laugh. and as if that wasn't enough, he brings another attack upon you. this times it's of tickles. tickling your sides as your squirm against him, tears pricking your eyes and stomach hurting with how much you are laughing. 

"sto- stop stop." you breathe out, still laughing. "stop. too much."

and he ceases, loosening his hold to allow you room to breathe in the much needed oxygen to your heart's content… or should i say heart and lungs' conte- ok sorry i'll stop.

taking in a deep breath, you turn to your side and place your head on lucifer's chest. right above where his heart is, hearing it beat against your ears. he places his lips on your head and doesn't move for a while. just feeling you close to him has his cheeks burning from how much he has smiled in this one evening.

taking care of you isn't just a form of affection for you by him, it is also a get away for lucifer from his tiring and stressful life. he genuinely enjoys these cute little moments with you. and though you are both very busy most of the time, he genuinely looks forward to spending quality time with his partner.

[ficreadergirl]

Welcome to my Sweetheart

Ep19

Next morning you woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft music playing in the background. You stretched lazily feeling amazing. The memory of last night came flooding back and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You sat up and looked around realising you were in your own bed. Dick must have brought you home and tucked you in last night. You quickly got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom for taking a quick shower before heading to the kitchen to see if there was any coffee left.

As you stepped into the kitchen, Helena was already there, making breakfast. She glanced at you over her shoulder and smiled. "Good morning sleepyhead. Sleep well?"

"Yes I did sleep well." you replied with cautious smile.

"After that much workout you must have needed it." she winked and placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of you. "Here, drink this. It will help you wake up."

Her comments about last night's activities made you feel even more flushed. You took a sip of the coffee and let out a contented sigh. It was delicious. "Thanks Helena. It's so delicious."

"I'm glad you like it." she smiled warmly. "Dick mentioned that you had a bit of a rough time yesterday."

"Well..." you hesitated for a moment. "It was definitely intense but I managed to pull through with his help." you tried not to blush too much as you said this.

"Glad to hear that." she said with a knowing smile. "Now go get dressed. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes."

You nodded and headed back to your room to get dressed. When you were finally dressed, you made your way back to the kitchen to find Helena setting the table. The smell of eggs and bacon filled the air and your stomach growled in anticipation.

"It's almost ready." she said as she placed the food on the table. "Eat up. You'll need your energy for today."

"Did you make one for Gloria?"

"Of course. I've put some extra water in her bowl as well." she pointed at a small bowl on the floor.

You sat down at the table and started eating and savouring every bite. The food was delicious and you felt energized. After finishing your meal you thanked Helena profusely and cleared the table and left for work.

In office you found Dick already at his desk looking over some documents. "Good morning." he said without looking up. "Sleep well?"

"Yes.." you said a bit hesitantly. "I did."

"Good." he nodded. "Let's get started then."

You were a bit nervous around him now. The memory of last night was still fresh in your mind. You wondered if he was thinking about it too. You tried to focus on your work but found yourself constantly glancing at him, wondering what he was thinking, feeling. It was almost as if there was a new layer of tension in the air between you.

"Y/n. Did you see this?" he asked handing you a report. "Pierce has been making some shady deals again. We'll have to look into it."

"Again? Seriously? Can't we focus on the shooting?" you sighed frustrated.

"Why are you so obsessed with protecting him?" he asked his voice laced with annoyance.

"I'm not protecting him Dick. I'm saying our priority is to find the shooter."

"He probably has something to do with it." he said sharply. "We can't just ignore that possibility."

"Why would he--"

"To get closer to you Y/n." he interrupted coldly. "That's why."

"No Dick..." you began but then stopped. You knew he was right. You knew Barry Pierce's interest in you had nothing to do with your work. You were about to say something else when your phone rang. You saw it was Pierce. Dick raised an eyebrow at you. "It's him, isn't it?"

"Yes." you admitted reluctantly.

Dick sighed. "You should take it. It might be important."

"Okay then." you said taking the call. "Hello?"

"Y/n it's me." Barry said urgently. "I need to meet you. It's important."

Dick listened in silently as you spoke to Pierce. "What happened?" you asked. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes... I mean no... I mean..." he stammered. "Just meet me. At my club. As soon as possible."

You glanced at Dick who was watching you carefully. "Fine. We'll be there." you said ending the call.

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[queen-rainy-love]

The Faerie Pure Wedding Part 10

Let's go!

Just a little warning, this part will get sad.

*The scene takes place hours later. Red Velvet is sitting on the guest bed, thinking about what had happened earlier. A moment later, Pastry enters the bedroom with a worried expression.*

Red Velvet: Hey. How are the kids?

Pastry: Capsaicin says he's fine but I can tell he's putting on a brave face for the others. Snow Sugar is scared that they will be separated from their fathers and be sent to their Grandmother Cotton. The Strawberry kids are trying to stay calm. And Pond Dino just finally calmed down after seeing your...estranged grandfather. *sits next to Red Velvet* How was the meeting?

Red Velvet: *pulls her closer to him* The meeting was intense. Grandfather Faerie was recommending that all of us stay here until we capture Shadow Milk. That caused Mom to almost have a screaming match with him. Dark Cacao offered a place for us in the Citadel. That caused Golden Cheese to start the screaming match. It lasted for a good two, three hours.

Pastry: *gently rubs his hand* Did they say what the final decision will be?

Red Velvet: We'll all return to our respective kingdoms tomorrow afternoon and prepare for war against the Beasts.

Pastry: And we won't have time to find Dark Enchantress.

Red Velvet: Right. And Grandfather Faerie won't let us go deeper into Beast-Yeast. So tonight is our last night here.

Pastry: I see. *Leans her head on his shoulder*I'll let the kids know tonight.

*The couple sat in silence, unwinding from the day's events. Red Velvet silently cursed at himself while Pastry thought about two questions.*

Red Velvet: (I should have asked her when I had the chance! Damn it! I-)

Pastry: Velvet.

Red Velvet: Hm? *looks over at her*

Pastry: I have a question for you.

Red Velvet: Oh, yeah. What is it?

Pastry: Who was Shadow Milk talking about? You cut him off but he mentioned someone. Someone that made you mad. Who was it?

Red Velvet: ... *takes a deep breath* I was mad at Shadow Milk, not who he mentioned. My son, Strawberry Cream.

Pastry: Your...son? I didn't know you already had one.

Red Velvet: I don't blame you. I don't talk about him much. Hell, Madeleine, Burnt Cheese, and Dark Choco are the only ones who knows about him and even then, it's not much. It just hurts to talk about him.

Pastry: *Holds his hand* Then please tell me about him. Tell me about our son.

*Red Velvet's eyes widen, tears threatening to fall. He swallowed his sadness down before speaking.*

Red Velvet: I made Strawberry Cream when I was eighteen. I had found Dark Mom's lab. I was messing around with her materials and the next thing I knew, I had created a Freshly-Baked. He was so small and innocent. He could fit in my claw. *looks at his Cake hand*

Pastry: *places her hand in his Cake hand*

Red Velvet: As I looked at him, I remembered thinking...I don't know what she would do when she finds him. Is she going to take him from me? Will she make him a warrior? Will I get to see him? I didn't want that for him.

Pastry: What did you do?

Red Velvet: *sighs* I went to the closest village and dropped him off to a family that was better than me. But a year later...the village was destroyed. Nothing was left. Everything was gone.

Pastry: *her heart drops* Oh, Velvet. *pulls him in a hug*

*Red Velvet hugs her back and silent tears fall. Pastry could hear a hiccup or two escape from him. All she could do is rub his back as he cried. This goes on for a good minute before Red Velvet pulls away.*

Red Velvet: *wipes his tears away* Sorry about that. I...I didn't want you to see me like this.

Pastry: *helps wipe his tears away* Don't you dare apologize. What you went through...I can't imagine going through that.

Red Velvet: Hell...I couldn't even find his body so I couldn't create a grave for him.

Pastry: ...You didn't find his body.

Red Velvet: No.

Pastry: Then there's a chance we can find him! He might still be alive! We can use the same spell that Cream Puff used to find Lilybell. And if he wants to, he can come home with us.

Red Velvet: *eyes widen* You really want him to live with us?

Pastry: Of course. He is our child, just like Capsaicin and Pond Dino. Even if we aren't married, Strawberry Cream is my son too.

*Red Velvet could feel a smile form on his face. He leaned in and gently kissed Pastry. He pulled away and kneeled in front of her.*

Pastry: Velvet?

Red Velvet: I wanted to ask you this for the past week but things just keep happening. *Pastry tilts her head* I had a whole speech for it but...ha...screw it. *Red Velvet pulls out a small black box and opens it to reveal a beautiful red ring. Pastry covers her mouth and tears start to form.* I don't think I can spend another day without you by my side. Pastry...will you marry me?

Pastry: Yes! *throws her arms around his neck* Yes, you dummy!

*Red Velvet stands up with her in his arms and spins her around, laughing joyfully.*

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Maze runner chapter twenty-nine.

Previous chapter

Masterlist

It was eerily silent in the W.C.K.D building. Ava Paige stands in the middle of a corridor silently looking out over the burning city. Thomas lifts his pistol and points to it towards her.

“You can save us all.” She says to him, Thomas falters and Ava steps towards him.

“It's okay. The two of you are the key to all this. No more trials, no more tests.” She speaks so softly that it makes bile rise in your throat. Or is that the bullet sitting in your shoulder.

‘Just leave the others alone.” Thomas says.

“I promise. I will-” the gunshot shakes Thomas and rings in your ears. It's like someone had reached into your ear and twisted the bones. A hand clutches at your wounded shoulder and holds you against a body. Ava drops to the floor and Thomas looks to Janson, who holds you, his gun ready to fire again.

“Oh, Thomas. You should have run.” Janson jolted his body and Thomas felt a sharp pain in his neck. He looks up at you, eyes blurring but still able to see Janson hitting you with the but if his pistol, before he passes out.

“Thomas. Can you hear me?” Teresa asks as she draws blood from his arm.

“Do you know what this place is, Thomas?” Janson asks from across the room. Thomas looks for you and sees you tied to a bed still unconscious.

“It's a lifeboat. And the whole world might be sinking, but that doesn't mean that we have to go down with it.” Janson finished his thought.

“How much longer?” He asks Teresa.

“It's almost done.” She replies not looking away from her work.

“Why don't you just kill us?” Thomas asked. “Kill you? No, we don't wanna do that. Well, y/n half way there, so we'll drain her of every mast drop but you. We're gonna take special care of you. We'll keep you alive. Just,” Thomas looked over to your still. Body, tubes attached to you that dropped down into bags by the floor, “And in return, you will give life to the rest of us. The ones we choose to save, anyway. Of course, there's not gonna be enough for everyone. Hard choices are gonna have to be made. In time, the Flare virus will burn itself out. The only question is, who will be the ones left standing?” He takes the freshly made serum from Teresa and slides it into a syringe, “And thanks to you, to this, we finally get to choose. A future of our own making. To your health.” he lifts his sleeve and Thomas sees the infection in his arm. Janson is about to slide the needle into his skin when Teresa hits him over the head with a large glass bottle.

“Okay, let's get out of here. Come on.” Teresa grabbed the serum then started pulling at Thomas's restraints. When she got his wrist free she rushed over to you and started pulling the tubes off you.

Before Thomas could get his legs free Janson stood up and grabbed Teresa. The two of them fought over the serum until Janson managed to knock Teresa out. Thomas ran over and started fighting with the older man.

You opened your eyes and saw what was happening. A blast came ringing through the windows knocking both men to the ground and you run with Thomas and Teresa. Janson fire his gun towards you all. Teresa guides you all into another room where she closes and locks the door.

“We need to get out of here.” Teresa breathes out. You were leaning against the wall as Thomas turned, his hand pressing against his stomach and a large blood stain.

“What's wrong?” Teresa asks darting to him.

“Thomas?” You push yourself off the wall as the other two slid to the ground.

“ Okay. Okay, we need to.” Oh, shit... Here! Just put pressure on it.” Teresa grabbed a bundle of cloth and holds it to the wound.

“You gotta go. You both gotta go.” Thomas pants out.

“No.” You growl at him.

“Not without you.” Teresa says.

Steam hisses at the door and you all know Janson had entered.

“I admit, Teresa, you had me fooled. I thought we were friends. Maybe it's just in your nature to betray the people closest to you.” He walked in, not noticing you slide against the glass wall on the far side. Behind you two cranks fight to get out to you.

“Come on. Let's not prolong this. We both know there's no way outta here. Let's not make this any more painful than it needs to be.” He plants himself firmly almost directly in front of you and you smile. This was your moment. Taking in a long breath you punch your hand through the glass and let the cranks bite into your flesh. It hurts but you don't scream.

Janson spins to see you and laughs.

“You've killed yourself.”

You smile at him this time and draw your hand back.

“No Janson, the virus doesn't kill y/n.” Teresa says calmly, helping Thomas to stand.

“You think he's so special? You're a lab rat, born with a gift. You never had to fight for it, never earned it. None of you doesn't deserve it.” Janson shouts.

“Maybe,” you twist your head so your neck crack and you feel the new strength pulsing through your veins, “But it's ours.” You take a step forward and Janson steps back.

“Don't you have enough blood on your hands already?”

“One more won't make a difference.” You leap forward with inhuman ability and land into his arms, sending you both to the floor. Your hands rip into his chest. Like an animal you tore Janson apart. Teresa helps Thomas to stand and moves him away from the two of you. Blood quickly stains your hands. You blink a few times and stumble backwards.

“Y/n? Y/n we have to g…go.” Thomas pants out. His voice sounds like he's behind glass in your ears.

“We have to get back to Newt!” That name caught your attention and you turned to face them. Your black eyes take Thomas's breath away for a moment.

“Come on.” He says to you and reaches his hand out. You rush forward and pull his weight on to you. More and more cannons were firing into the building, shaking your steps. Teresa guides you to the stairs and you pull Thomas on to your back to climb them.

At the top you all rush out onto the roof. The whole city is burning and there is nowhere else for you to run. Thomas drops to the floor and Teresa holds him in her lap. She glances at you as you drop to your knees a few feet away.

“Thomas, she'll need this.” She whispers to him and slides the serum into his hands.

You kneel there knowing that at any moment everything could change. The virus running through you did not turn you the way it did other people, your blood fight against it, but if you didn't get the serum you succumb to it and your blood would do the only thing it can and kill the source of the virus. Teresa knew that that meant you would die.

“I'm sorry, I tried.” You hear her say to Thomas.

A burg rises at the edge of the building. You know Teresa is helping Thomas but you can't move. Your legs just won't move. The hatch of the burg opens and everyone is there. Vince reaches out to Thomas but he can't quite reach.

“Get closer!” Teresa shouts she gives Thomas another push and Vince finds his hand and pulls him across.

Teresa turns back to and runs over, grabbing your shoulders.

“Come on, y/n come on.” He pulls at you but you can't move.

There's a moment of silence and you hear a roar, a roar that fills your heart. You feel the fur of Mai Mai against you and your hand grips around her neck. Teresa helps to pull you on to the tigers back.

“Go!” She shouted you feel Mai Mai moving, leaping and landing and then above you Newt's eyes meet yours. Gally is beside him and they hold onto you as the burg is rocked by an explosion. Vince tries to help Thomas but shoves the serum into his hand.

“She'll die, help her.”

Next chapter

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[metalbuckaroo]

Queen’s Blight Pt. 2

Summary// Hired as your bodyguard, James slowly starts to regain his memories and realizes just how poisonous he is

AU// Bodyguard!WS!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader

Warnings// fingering, mention of nightmares, smut, cursing, a little angst with a smidgen of fluff, Im rusty at this so if I forgot anything let me know

Note// I'm baaaaaaack, hopefully for good but we'll just have to see jebshajfb

Series Masterlist

The two month mark of Soldat’s position was slowly creeping up. Along with the thought of how much longer he’d be staying.

He knew he was getting too comfortable.

It was near impossible not to- homemade meals instead of straight from a can, warm showers instead of cold hose downs, and a comfortable bed instead of a worn down mattress on a concrete floor. And, the longer he had been staying, the more missing time he’d pieced back together and the more emotion that started to seep through day by day.

Ones he hadn’t felt in god knows how long and he had trouble processing.

But, none of it compared to how much worse the dreams had gotten. Plaguing him during the night to the point he’d pace back and forth, occasionally slipping out into the hallway to peek into your room across the hall to make sure you were fine.

So, when you sat the plate of freshly cooked sausage and eggs in front of him before sitting across the small breakfast table, he just picked at it. Thinking that maybe if he tried weening himself away from the luxury of having everything at his fingertips it wouldn’t feel as miserable to think about going back.

‘Not hungry?’ Your voice tore him away from his own bubble as he poked the fork into a piece of sausage.

‘Just thinking’

‘If you want something else there’s plenty of food in the kitchen. You’re welcome to it.’ You offered, getting a shake of his head in response.

He appreciated when you’d speak to him in the language that had been drilled into his mind, it made him feel heard when you’d answer him. Like no one else knew what the two of you were talking about when others were around.

The rest of breakfast went by without much conversation. Your silky robe falling apart enough for him to get a small glimpse of the lacy bra underneath when you leaned to take his empty plate. A warm smile gracing your face as you laid a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“I have a meeting soon, yell for me when you need help into the stupid uniform.”

-

There was an odd bubbly feeling somewhere between Soldat’s chest and stomach. One that made him feel like something bad was going to happen as he stood to your right and slightly behind you. Eyes staying glued to the door as you talked on the phone.

“Go ahead and send him in.” He watched as you sat the phone back on its receiver, the office door opening soon after.

His heart sank when the handler that had brought him in the first day shut the door behind him. Stomach twisting itself in a disgusted knot as you exhaled heavily and leaned back in your chair.

Soldat knew his time in your home was limited, but he hadn’t imagined it would come to an end so soon.

But still, he kept his gaze on the door behind the man and a blank stare.

“I don’t like unannounced visits. I signed your contract, followed your rules. There’s no reason you should be here.” The stern tone of your voice sent a shiver down Soldat’s spine, eyes flicking over to look at your momentarily.

“Just checking in to make sure he’s following the rules.”

You scoffed, feeling the tension in the room getting thicker in the passing moments. “Check whatever you want. But, my contract isn’t up for another ten months.” You snapped, watching the man walk closer to inspect Soldat’s uniform.

The sound of his bionic arm whirring grew louder as he clenched his fist, teeth gritted behind the thick plastic mask and cold stare directed to a spot on the carpet. Focusing on how the color was slightly different than the rest of the room from an incident only weeks before.

“What is that smell?” The man said, lips curving in what seemed to be disgust but was really disapproval.

“Soap? Do you expect him to smell while he’s working?” You quipped, earning a threatening glare in response.

“No gun? How is he suppose to protect you without one?”

“Firearms aren’t allowed on the property. That’s why they searched you at the gate. Besides- I think the arm your ‘company’ attached to him does just fine.” You droned, going back to the paperwork you were working on before he’d shown up.

“Your attitude could be considered breach of contract.”

You snorted a laugh and shook your head, not looking up from your paperwork. “I read it cover to cover. No rules have been broken. Now, get out if you’re finished.”

Soldat felt like a weight was lifted from his lungs when the door shut behind the handler, looking over his shoulder until he saw the sleek black car leaving the gate. Finally letting his muscles relax as he exhaled a long breath and looked to you. “I’m not gonna rat you out for being comfortable here, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

-

Bucky’s shouting from across the hall is what had woke you up, the man’s large frame thrashing around on the bed as he groaned as if he was in pain.

You knew trying to wake him would be dangerous, but the thought of walking away made your stomach knot. Your feet mindlessly carrying you further into the room, only wanting to get a closer look to make sure he was fine.

A scream that couldn’t seem to make it out of his throat made you stumble back a step, the sound gravelly and deep in his chest before his right hand flew up. Blunt nails clawing at the base of his shoulder as he cursed and panted in his sleep.

You panicked, quickly grabbing at his hand to stop him. The action making him jerk awake and sit up abruptly, bionic hand clamping around your wrist.

“James! James, you’re okay.” You rushed out, holding your free hand out to him as he looked around the room. His chest heaving and face etched with fear. “Need some water?”

He nodded silently, eyes not meeting yours as he shifted around the bed. Listening to your retreating footsteps, hearing the echo of glasses clinking and running water through the vent that led to the kitchen below.

When you walked back into the room with the glass of water, he was sat on the edge of his bed. A blank expression as he stared at the wall. Not looking away or moving when you hesitantly sat beside him, holding the glass out for him to take.

“Everything okay?” You asked gently as he lifted the glass to his lips. The room unbearably quiet other than the mechanical whir of his arm as you thoughtfully laid your hand on his back.

“I don’t… know who I am anymore. Especially after seeing my paperwork on your desk. I shouldn't have looked but- Nothing makes sense.” His accent was still evident when he spoke, eyes glued to their spot on the wall.

You sucked in a deep breath and shrugged. “You are- James Buchanan Barnes from Brooklyn, New York.” You said with a comforting smile that made his stomach flip.

“Yeah…” He hesitated to rest his hand on your bare thigh, the skin soft against his calloused palm as he squeezed lightly.

“Get some sleep. I’m across the hall if you need anything.” You assured, rubbing small, soothing circles to the taut skin of his back.

You swore you saw a ghost of a smile when he finally turned his head to look at you. “I’m suppose to be saying that to you.”

You felt horrible to leave him alone after his nightmare, his hand warm against your thigh and bringing comfort you weren’t aware that you needed. “Do you want to come and watch some tv? Try to relax your mind? Cartoons sometimes help me.”

A breath of a laugh left his nose, a brief moment passing before he nodded.

Entering your room, he shifted back and forth on his feet. Watching as you got comfortable in your bed before patting the spot next to you.

He was tense as he laid on top of the thick comforter. Hands smoothing against the fabric of his sweatpants as you flipped through different movie titles on the tv that hung on the wall.

And, though the animated movie you picked did seem to help, James’ mind was wandering to other, more pleasant places.

Like, how the swell of your breasts rose and fell with each breath, and what they’d look like littered in bite marks left behind in a fit of lust. Your fingers pulling and twisting a loose thread, and what he would give to feel your manicured fingertips dig into his skin. To hear needy moans and whines pull from your throat as he buried himself in the warmth of your cunt.

Snapping himself away from his filthy thoughts, James focused on the tv. Hand gripping the blanket that covered his lap in hopes to hide the swelling in his sweatpants.

But, you were more focused on how ridged his form was. Sitting up to face him with creased eyebrows, worry plastered across your features.

“Everything okay?” You asked quietly, fingertips cradling his jaw.

James leaned into your touch, a barely audible whimper leaving his parted lips. A vulnerable feeling bubbling in his chest when they grazed along his stubble and down the side of his neck, hand resting on his shoulder. “James?”

He hummed in response, eyes glued to your mouth when his name fell into the air. “Are you okay?” You asked again, this time slower before his warm right hand lifted. Knuckles gently dragging along your cheek before he nodded.

In a sudden motion, his lips slotted over yours. Sloppy and taking you off guard at first before a rhythm was found, calloused fingers carefully curling around the back of your neck in attempt to pull you impossibly closer.

He wanted to feel more, a desire that burned deep to feel your bare skin against his as he urged you to your back. Settling between your legs, leaving wet kisses along the column of your neck as his hips rocked forward. The friction eliciting a soft moan from you as your legs lifted to his hips.

He couldn’t wait any longer, shuffling his pants down enough to free his erection. A nervous look etching across his flush face as your hands cupped his cheeks. “It’s okay, take your time.”

Shaky breaths fanned your face as his trembling hand went down to grip himself. “Do you want me to-“

He shook his head and swallowed hard, trying to remember the last time he was intimate with anyone. “It’s okay, I’ve got it.” He murmured, bulbous tip prodding at your folds before he eased in. Trying his hardest not to jerk his hips forward and fill you in a single thrust when a shiver rolled down his spine.

The pain of the stretch was bearable, laced with pleasure as your arms went around his broad shoulders. Holding him close as his face buried in the crook of your neck, short, slow thrusts sending sparks of pleasure down your legs.

Words weren’t needed- quiet moans and the feel of his skin against yours being enough for both of you as the roll of his hips started to lose rhythm. Slowing to a grind as he tried to hold off his high.

But, it was too much, too overwhelming to even attempt to do as it wracked through him and made his whole body tense. Gasped out moans sounding in your ear as a pleased smile crept across your face.

“Fuck- I’m sorry.” He panted, face red from both excitement and embarrassment when he lifted his head to look at you.

Cradling his jaw in your fingers, you placed a sweet kiss to his lips. “It’s okay, I understand.”

“Let me-“ his knuckles grazed your inner thigh when you stopped him with a shake of your head.

“You don’t have to.” You assured, fingers threading in his thick hair.

“I want to. It’s only fair.” He insisted, slotting his lips over yours in a supple kiss as his fingertips glided along your glistening folds. Circling your clit before easing two of them into you, pressing into the rough patch just inside your cunt when he curled the long digits upwards. Eliciting a whine that he swallowed when his tongue slipped into your mouth, pressing into yours in a sloppier kiss.

He took his time, wanting to do it right as he curled and twisted his fingers against your velvety walls, breaths mixing together as you moaned into his mouth. Until, the throb of his cock took over again.

A needy whine pulled from your throat when he removed his hand. Quickly replaced with a gasp of a moan when he slammed into you. The pace much more rough as he held himself up on his forearms, lips brushing yours with every feverish snap of his hips and your fingers carving against the smooth skin of his back.

“Oh, god-“ you keened, legs tightening around his waist when the bubbling pleasure boiled over. Your walls clenching around him sending him over the edge as his hips pressed tight to yours.

Your body relaxed against the mattress when he slipped from between your legs. Leaving an empty feeling behind as he stood next to the bed and adjusted himself.

“I should probably go back to my room.” His voice was quiet as he found some tissues on the bedside table. Handing them to you so you could clean up.

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you sat up. His eyes glossy from the afterglow as he looked at the tv.

“You can stay in here if you want.”

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

I see from the comments that a towel story was requested, wasn't it? hahaha I've linked the idea to his upcoming trip and hope you enjoy the story. Your Strawberry

The towel

She had heard him get up and go into the bathroom. He had turned on the shower and now she heard him singing some classic song. It was a very different feeling when the day started with him. Tomorrow she would wake up alone because he would be flying to the other side of the world. She didn't want to think about what it would be like without him. But longing for him was already mingling in her thoughts.

She knew he had slept well when he sang in the shower. Normally she would be up now, making the bed, getting dressed and putting on her war paint, as he liked to call her make-up. But she didn't feel like it. She wanted to stretch the time a little more. She was curious to see if he noticed that she was deviating from her routine and imagined him coming out of the bathroom freshly showered and checking on her.

Would you still be able to see the drops of water that were just running down his chest or would he have already wiped them away? Would his hair stick out in all directions because he had dried it with a towel? Would he emerge naked or with a towel around his hips? Pleasuring herself, she had closed her eyes again and imagined her husband.

"Cherie, are you awake?" her thoughts were interrupted by his soft voice. She opened her eyes expectantly and she felt for herself the dreamy glow they took on. His hair was wet and not quite as messy as she had imagined it to be. On his shoulders she guessed a few drops of water and his chest hair still shone damply. Sighing, her gaze slid lower and clung to his well-toned body. Her gaze followed the trail of his hair, which actually disappeared into a towel he had wrapped around his hips.

"Cherie, what are you doing?" she heard him hoarsely interrupt her exploration. She sat up and locked her gaze with his. "I'm enjoying my husband," she groaned out in an equally hoarse voice. She sensed he was about to crawl back into bed and join her. But she stopped him. "Stay exactly where you are. I'm coming to you," she said in a voice full of longing.

She felt his intense gaze as she pushed back the covers and stood up as smoothly as she could. Her nightgown was comfortable against her skin as she walked around the bed towards him. "You're killing me," he murmured when she was almost in front of him. She brushed her hair out of her face with one hand and looked at him seductively. "Undress me and take me back to bed," she begged softly.

Her words caused his eyes to darken. As her hands slid over his face and shoulders to his chest, his hands brushed aside the straps on her shoulders. She knew he loved those nightgowns that had thin straps and a wide neckline. As soon as the straps fell over her shoulders, the whole nighgown fell. That's why a moment later she was standing naked in front of him.

He gasped before pulling her into his arms and kissing her stormily. But before he could lay her on the bed, she broke away from him, breathing heavily. He looked at her in surprise, but when he felt where her hands were reaching, a grin appeared on his face. He took a step back and she untied the towel he had wrapped around his hips. The sight of him made her sigh and before she could look him in the eye again, she found herself on the bed. He was above her and she saw her longing for her in his eyes.

"We'll remember this when I'm not here, won't we?" he asked wistfully and she nodded. "We will remember every moment," she assured him. Then they stopped talking and gave themselves over to their feelings for each other. When they got up much later, they did it together and enjoyed the day before he left.

Hello sweet sensual 🍓! ❤️

(Wet) Emmanuel with a towel wrapped around his waits is back… and in all its splendour! 😏 It wasn’t only you and Brigitte that imagined the all scene… I did too! And oh my oh my, it that was hot 😏🤤

Making hot memories together to survive the time apart. Great minds 😏

Thank you so much, Strawberry!

[littlemissagrafina]

Pumpkin Man

@comfortember Day 2. Stressed

Summary: "Aren't you supposed to be in school, Kid?" Tony asked with a frown as he answered the call.

"Nope! We have a half day today. But that's besides the point. I need your help!" Peter yelped and it instantly set off warning bells in Tony's head.

"I'm on my way. Don't move!" Tony ended the call, his suit already forming around him with Peter's location popping up to display in the HUD of his helmet as he took off.

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Tony woke up on Wednesday morning surprisingly refreshed despite staying in the lab late the night before. He supposed the fact that he only pulled all nighters every few weeks now as opposed to most nights had helped his sleeping habits. Who'd have thought?

He woke up and let himself laze around bed for a few minutes before getting up and ready for the day. He didn't have any scheduled meetings and there were no pressing projects, so it was a rare, truly quiet day and he took the time to enjoy his morning coffee while Friday updated him on anything she dubbed important enough.

There was a voice note that Peter left him during his patrol the previous night that Tony couldn't help but smile at after listening to. The kid spent most of it rambling on about The Churro Lady and how she'd given him both a cinnamon and sugar churro and one coated in freshly melted and still gooey chocolate. 

It honestly left Tony craving a churro himself and he was just about to order a few when his phone started ringing, Peter's number and goofy contact picture displayed across the screen. 

"Aren't you supposed to be in school, Kid?" Tony asked with a frown as he answered the call.

"Nope! We have a half day today. But that's besides the point. I need your help!" Peter yelped and it instantly set off warning bells in Tony's head.

"I'm on my way. Don't move!" Tony ended the call, his suit already forming around him with Peter's location popping up to display in the HUD of his helmet as he took off.

He spent the short flight (probably shorter than it would have usually been but hey, sue him, his kid needed help) with possible scenarios bouncing around his brain, each one worse than the last.

Landing in the location that Friday had pinged Peter at (a quiet street near Delmar's) Tony wasn't quite sure what he was seeing. Or we'll, he was, but it didn't make that much sense to his still panicked, adrenaline filled mind.

Ned and MJ sat practically collapsed against each other roaring with laughter, little snorts and gasps escaping each time they tried to stop which only set them off again.

The object of their amusement? Peter. Who sat criss-cross applesauce with his arms crossed… and a carved pumpkin ok his head.

As Tony's brain caught up and processed the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but let out a laugh as well and by the haunch in Peter’s shoulder, he wasn't very impressed. At all.

"Mr Stark! You're not supposed to laugh, you're supposed to help me! They're traitors!" Peter whined, flinging a hand out to point at his friends who, only just managing to smother their laughter, set off again at the image Peter made.

Tony chuckled quietly, raising his hands. "Sorry, Kid. Would the pumpkin on your head have anything to do with what I'm supposed to be helping with?" 

Peter groaned, said pumpkin wobbling as he tipped his head back dramatically and flopped backwards against the pavement. Tony had the instinct to tell Peter to get off the ground (who knew how many gross diseases there were on the New York pavements) but he ignored it for the moment and instead crouched next to Peter.

He knocked on the pumpkin, catching a glimpse of brown curls through the cut out eyes. There was an inaudible mumble from inside the squash so Tony knocked again.

"What was that, Mr Pumpkinman?"

Peter grumbled. "It's stuck." 

Tony had to smother his laugh, but figured it was safe to grin since he was pretty sure that Peter couldn't see his face at this angle. 

"And why, exactly, do you have a pumpkin stuck on your head?"

There was a sigh from inside the pumpkin. "Because it was sitting out with a Halloween display at Delmar's and he said that I could have it since they were taking it down tomorrow."

Tony hummed thoughtfully. "And your next logical thought was to stuff your head inside it?" 

Peter was silent, only Ned and MJ's giggles heard on the surprisingly quiet street.  

"...yeah." Peter reluctantly admitted and Tony didn’t have to see his face to know that he was pouting. 

Deciding to take mercy on him, Tony stood from his crouched position, ignoring the popping sound his one knee made and hoisting Peter up with him. Activating his gauntlet, he warned Peter to keep still before carefully slicing the pumpkin open until he was able to slide it off.

Peter was still pouting when his face was revealed, a fee pumpkin guts stuck to his face and hair.

"One more question," Tony grinned, "Why didn't you just use your spidey powers and break it off?"

Peter stared at Tony, then at Ned and MJ who, yet again, all started laughing at him.

"Oh."

It was needless to say that Tony's day didn't turn out quite the way he thought it would, but he wouldn't change it for a second. Minor stress attack and all.

[hinatastinygiant]

23 | Shibas' Hearts

Pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader

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As the sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room, you awaken in Mikey's embrace. The room emits an air of luxury, with elegant furnishings, soft hues, and large windows that bathe the space in natural light. The bed, covered with silky sheets and plush pillows, offers you more comfort than you've probably ever experienced. 

Mikey's arm tightens around you as he begins to wake up. His gaze meets yours, filled with warmth. "Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?" he asks gently.

You nod as you pull yourself closer to him, feeling the reassuring beat of his heart against you. "Like a dream," you reply, a contented smile growing across your lips. 

As you lay beside him, your conversation flows effortlessly through a variety of different things. You talk about your hopes, dreams, and all the goals you have for your life. The air is filled with shared laughter, whispered promises, and the reassurance of your deepening connection.

Reluctantly, Mikey eventually suggests getting up. He informs you that the shower is just in the next room, allowing you a moment of privacy to freshen up. When you get there, the bathroom is spacious and decorated with modern fixtures.

After your shower, you follow the tempting aroma that wafts from the kitchen. There, you find Mikey preparing a breakfast. A bowl of steaming miso soup sits on the table, accompanied by a plate of freshly grilled fish and a bowl of fluffy white rice.

After taking in the mouthwatering sight of the breakfast, you can't help but express your surprise. "I didn't know you could cook," you remark, a mixture of curiosity and admiration in your voice.

Mikey chuckles softly. "I didn't for the longest time, 'til Draken taught me a thing or two," he reveals, a note of gratitude in his tone. "He's always got my back, and I owe him a lot."

With the dishes arranged before you, Mikey invites you to eat. The two of you then share a meal together, savoring the flavors and engaging in conversation. As you eat, the topic turns to the success of the fair the previous day and the impressive amount of funds raised.

"I can't believe how much we made," Mikey exclaims, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Your idea, Y/N, it really made a difference."

"Well, we all worked hard to make it happen," you reply modestly, your eyes meeting his in a moment of shared pride and affection.

As your conversation continues, a text notification suddenly interrupts you. Noticing that it is a message from your sister, you grab your phone to answer it.

"Shit," you curse under your breath as you read what she's said. You then look up at Mikey with concern clear in your eyes. "Yuzuha told Hakkai the truth about everything."

"You need to get you back to your house now," Mikey answers you. "You've got to explain everything to Hakkai before he gets even more upset."

After your agreeing nod, Mikey reaches for his phone and makes a call. Within moments, Mitsuya appears, ready to help. Mikey wastes no time in explaining the gravity of the situation. "Mitsuya, take Y/N to her house. It's urgent. Make sure she gets there quickly and safely." 

Grateful for their support, you express your gratitude to Mikey, and he bids you goodbye with a kiss.

The two of you then walk down and out of the building, Mitsuya's brows furrow in concern as he notices how unwell you look. "Are you alright? What's going on?"

Taking a deep breath, you meet his gaze and confess the truth. "My sister just told my brother the truth about everything, what I've been doing this whole time, and now I need to explain before things get worse."

Mitsuya's expression shifts from concern to understanding. He reaches out and places a hand on your shoulder. "I see. We'll get you there as fast as we can. Don't worry, I've got your back."

Grateful for his support, you thank him and Mitsuya hands you his spare helmet. As you secure it on your head, Mitsuya mounts his motorcycle and pats the backseat, gesturing for you to get on.

With a mix of anticipation and anxiety, you take your place behind Mitsuya, tightly holding onto his waist. The engine roars to life, and within seconds, you're racing through the streets, the wind rushing past you as you cling to the hope that you can mend the broken bonds with Hakkai and salvage what's left of your shattered trust.

As you arrive at your house, the adrenaline coursing through your veins makes you nearly jump off the motorcycle. You quickly thank Mitsuya and wave to him before opening the door to your home, scanning the area for your brother. However, he's nowhere to be found inside.

Stepping back outside, you look at Mitsuya, who points across the street. Your gaze follows his gesture, and there you see Hakkai, sitting on a bench with his hands on his head, lost in his own thoughts. Silently, you make your way over and sit down beside him, letting a few moments pass in silence.

Finally, you gather the courage to speak, your voice gentle yet filled with sincerity. "Hakkai, I need to explain everything. I really should have told you sooner but I didn't want you to get in even more trouble or be harmed. It was a really really hard decision, but I thought it was the best way to keep you safe."

Hakkai's eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of confusion and hurt. "Why didn't you trust me enough to handle it myself? Why didn't you come to me first?"

You take a deep breath, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't want you to face the consequences alone. I was scared, Hakkai, and I made a mistake. I should have trusted you more, and I'm really sorry."

Hakkai nods slowly, his anger beginning to disappear. "I get it," he nods, beginning to understand. "It was messed up but I can see why you did it. I just wish... I could have been the one trying to protect the two of you for once."

Relief washes over you as you begin to realize that the wound splitting you both apart can finally begin to heal. But then, curiosity tugs at him and he asks, "Why did you come with Mitsuya?"

You take a moment to collect your thoughts before you respond. "He offered to give me a ride. He's been really nice and I think he's staying to make sure everything is okay with us first."

Hakkai's eyebrows furrow in a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Oh yeah? I remember when we all lived with Taiju, I used to have such a thing for him."

A small smile creeps onto your face as you recall those days. "Really? You never told me that before. Well, maybe you should give it a shot if you're still interested. It's not too late."

Hakkai shrugs nonchalantly, his eyes glancing off to the side. "Eh, maybe. We'll see how things go with Mikey and Draken not wanting to kill me first."

As your conversation moves on to other things, a sense of relief settles over both of you. The tension begins to dissipate, and the forgiveness you've been waiting for is finally within reach. 

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[iconi3]

"WHATEVER HAPPENS, WE'LL MEET AT HOME"

A lot of people think that living in a couple is always pink... , but this is the real reality.

Living with the person you love isn't what everyone thinks it is.

You don't wake up early in the morning to have breakfast in bed together. It's not cuddling in bed together until we fall asleep peacefully every night. It's not always about having a clean house and a perfect freshly made meal every day.

Living with the person you love is arguing over simple things, like who forgot to take out the trash.. , it's sleeping in because the day has been hard and you're exhausted.. , is arguing over financial matters, is someone who removes your sheets when you sleep and wakes up in the cold.. , arguing and jumping for nothing just because of tiredness etc.

But despite it all, every day you hope to see that person eagerly or you go home every day to find that very person you know who loves you and cares for you.

You laugh at the moment he accidentally did something funny, it's imitating each other, it's preparing dinner together while talking and making it easier to carry because we both had a rough day.

It's living an emotional crisis and having someone who with love sits by your side and hugs you and tells you that everything will be fine, that everything will be alright... and you believe it.

It's loving that same person even when they drive you fucking crazy and get you out of your boxes.

Living with the person you love is arguing for nonsensical, silly and constant... , but it's also having a love that many people spend their lives looking for. Or that many times they tried to snatch you, but that love was stronger... It's not perfect and it's very difficult to keep it balanced every day, but it's wonderful and the best you can experience, because if it were easy, what a shame if it were easy because then, it wouldn't be worth it.

Ups and downs but we stick together. ❤️❤❤

[andysorbit]

My hopes were up from reading the anon’s req about meeting Johnny but then I started reading and.. I deflated bc 3rd pov ☹️

Oh damn really?? Well that's too damn bad

Nah I'm just kidding. Lemme go get an air pump real quick.

♡

The new guy was moving in next door and holy shit he was loud. You rolled over in bed and huffed, "Who the fuck moves in this early?" You grumbled. You got up and made your way to the window. You could hear the moving truck sitting idle downstairs and when you opened the window, you felt the breath of Satan blow over you. "Gross." You muttered then stuck your head out the window and into the heat of the city. The new guy was tall and even from three stories up, you could see how toned he was through the shirt he was beginning to sweat himself out of. After tipping the movers and thanking them, he glanced up at you and waved, "Howdy, neighbor!" He shouted heartily. "Howdy!" You yelled back. "You're shuffling and bumping around woke me up!" He smiled coyly, "It's two in the afternoon on a Sunday. Are all the pretty girls around here as boring as you are?" He yelled. You grinned, "Well, they may be more fun than I am but I guarantee you none of them are prettier and pretty girls need a lot of rest. You think it's easy looking this good?" You replied with a wave of your hand. He nodded, "Well, you seem well-rested from your beauty sleep and I'm ready to rest for a bit so... maybe I can stop by and get to know you?" He said. You shrugged, "We'll see." You said and pulled your head back inside before slamming the window.

After showering and freshening up, You dressed in a lilac floral muumuu. You tidied up the living room then went to your room to make up your bed. He had a thing about him and you had a feeling he'd be seeing your bedroom much sooner than you usually preferred.

A sudden rap on your door pulled you out of your head. You took your time getting to the door and opening it. He stood there, freshly showered and in fresh clothes. He looked you up and down, "You don't dress up for company?" He asked with a smirk. "Only when I'm expecting someone important and besides, I wasn't expecting company at all." You shot back as you stepped aside to let him in. "Are you hungry?" You asked. "Nah, I stopped for lunch an hour ago." He replied as he looked around. "What do you like to eat? Maybe tomorrow I'll make you a housewarming meal." You asked as you made your way to the kitchen. He followed close behind, "Oh, I'm not too fussy." He said casually. His eyes roamed over your muumuu again and he laughed, "Please don't take this the wrong way but you're dressed like an old lady. It's cute." You struck a pose, "One thing about these old ladies is that they knew a thing or two about a thing or two. Don't sleep on a woman in a muumuu. We're out here changing lives." You said as you held his gaze. He hums, "I'm Johnny by the way." He said. "I'm Y/n. Welcome to the building." You said back, "Can I offer you anything to drink? I have water, soda, and wine." Johnny smirked, "You have wine, Miss Fancy Muumuu?" He said teasingly. "I have blunts too." You said as you opened a cupboard to retrieve a tin cigarette holder from the top shelf. You opened the tin and took one out before putting it back. Johnny laughed, "I like you." He said. "What's not to like?" You asked. Johnny chuckled and you watched him pluck the joint from your fingers and examine it, "I don't usually do this but... you're really fucking hot." You said. Johnny glanced at you and smirked, "Is that why you put your little muumuu on and let me in? So you could get me high and seduce me?"

You rolled your eyes, "I didn't tell you to come knocking on my door so my muumuu is on because I intended to spend my Sunday relaxing." You lied. "No... you intended to spend your Sunday under me. I'm not stupid." He said and stepped closer to you. He sat the blunt down on the counter and stared at you intently, waiting for you to grant him permission to touch you. "Well don't just stand there, neighbor." You said softly

He grabbed you by the back of the head and kissed you roughly, "God, you're so fucking hot." He hissed. He lifted your dress, "What do you have under this pretty little dress for me, huh, baby?" He asked as he brought his hand up to your throbbing cunt. "No panties." He chuckled, "You knew I'd be fucking you today. Such a sneaky girl." His fingers circled your clit teasingly and you pressed hot, wet kisses wherever you could land them. "Knew it from the minute you looked at me." You panted. He kissed you roughly as he slid two fingers into you and fucked you with them. You groaned and wrapped your arms around his neck. He lifted you and carried you out of the kitchen, "If your apartment mirrors mine then... your bedroom is..." He trailed off and turned down the hall towards your bedroom, "Here we go." "You go, big brain." You chuckled. Johnny dropped you down on the bed and you shrieked, "Tell me how you like it, babe." He purred as he took his shirt off. You were suddenly hyper-aware of the smell of his body wash and the way it clung to your clothes. "Not Miss Muumuu finally running out of smart ass fuel." He laughed. He climbed on top of you and kissed you, "Tell me, baby. Come on." He whispered. "Just want you inside me." You said pleadingly. He clumsily took his pants off and kicked them off the bed. He was far bigger than you anticipated. "Just need me to make you feel good? How do you know I can?" He said. "I doubt you have all of that and no idea how to use it." You sighed. He lifted your dress to your chin, "Oh, fuck. Holy fuck, baby." He groaned as his eyes greedily took in every inch of her exposed skin.

You never saw yourself as someone who'd have a man you barely knew in your bedroom but Johnny was like a magnet and he drew you in so effortlessly that it drove you mad. He teased your slit with the head of his cock and you whined, "Come on, Johnny." He laughed and slowly slid into you. As he bottomed out, your breath hitched and he laughed again. "You good?" He asked smugly. "Yeah, you're just... God... you feel so good. I feel so full." You panted. He slowly rocked his hips against you.

"You like how I fill you up, beautiful?"

He was so full of himself. You couldn't deny that but even with his cockiness, there was a sweetness to him and a genuine twinkle in his eyes that you had never seen before. You nodded as you dragged your nails down his chest, down his toned stomach. He moaned and held your gaze. You'd never felt so full and as he pounded you, he hit places inside you that nobody had ever reached. His fingers dipped past your folds and he rubbed you, "Cum, pretty girl." He urged you breathlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he pinned your hands above your head with one hand. He rubbed you faster and you gasped. His strength was almost intimidating and for a moment, you thought about how wrong everything could've gone. He noticed, "Hey, don't go thinking like that now. It wouldn't do you any good at this point anyway. I'm not gonna hurt you, beautiful. Cum for me." He said assuringly. You came undone with a cry. "There you go, baby." Johnny moaned and his strokes became sloppy as he approached his own release. "Where do you want it?" He asked. "I'm on birth control. Just cum. Please." You whimpered. Johnny chuckled, "Love the manners." He stroked into you a few more times and came with a deep moan and a kiss to your lips. He collapsed next to you on the bed with a sigh.

"So what are you cooking me for dinner tomorrow?" He asked once he got control of his breathing. "You said you're not too fussy so I guess you can just eat whatever I make." You said teasingly. "If I don't like what you cook, I'll just spread you out on the table and eat you." He said devilishly.

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I hope I've inflated you 100%!

- Andi

[luveline]

Hey baby! Your Peter fics are one of my go to pick me ups when I’m in need of comforting. Could you possibly write something about reader going through a rough time just not feeling smart, or special or really, just not “enough” and maybe she either acts like everything’s fine or she just starts avoiding Peter? Anything with a little fluff is all I need. Thanks for all the hard work you put into your blog!!! All my love ♥️💙🤍

thank you!❤️❤️ and ty for ur request I hope this is like what you had in mind <3

Peter drops his keys in the bowl on top of the sideboard by the front door and inclines his head, listening for sounds of life. This morning he'd left you in his bed, reluctant but happy to see you finally getting some rest.

There, the pittering of your heart, a little too fast. The shushing of your hand rolling over paper and the damp sound of pen ink, the nib pressing into paper. You make a sound of frustration so low he knows he'd miss it if it weren't for his heightened senses.

Peter doesn't like invading your privacy. He makes sure to approach noisily, shucking off his back pack to drop in the doorway as he pushes it open. Your heart picks up when you see him. He can't decide whether this is good or bad.

"Hi, baby," you say.

You sound tired. You push his desk chair out and close your notebook quickly, leaning back with your face all slap dap happy.

"Well, hi there, stranger," he says, reaching out to hook his index finger under your chin.

He tilts your face up and momentarily forgets his worries when you smile at him, leaning down to press a kiss to your grinning mouth. He finds his own lips in a smile as he pulls away.

"What did you do today?" he asks, hand finding a home on your tensed shoulder. He works the flesh there under his fingers gently and soon you're relaxing under his touch.

You gesture to your notebook. "Just practice questions."

He dots a kiss atop your temple.

"Had lunch?"

"Yeah. I made you, um," you blink, looking weary, "gazpacho."

"Gazpacho! Is that what you had?"

"Mhmm. It's hot today." Your words all carry a hint of despondency under their cheeriness, like you're trying your best but can't quite get there.

"That it is," he agrees distractedly.

He hold his hand to your face for a moment, brushing his thumb across your cheek in a broad, appreciative sweep that he hopes is comforting. If not comforting, at the very least a way of saying you're beautiful.

You're not going to tell him what's wrong, that's clear, but you'll melt under his touch, allow him this closeness. He worries that maybe you don't want to tell him, or maybe you think you can't.

How to show you that it's okay to be upset?

"Come lie down with me?" he asks.

You follow him into bed, freshly made by you, he knows, and pulls you into the place between his legs. He frowns at this ever-present tension you posses as you lie back against his chest, crossing his arms across you're ribs, securing you in. No escape, he thinks to himself smugly, from his questioning.

He speaks into your ear, quiet and trying for soothing. "I didn't want to leave you, earlier."

You turn the side of your face into his chest. "No?"

"No. You're so pretty, when you sleep, sometimes I think I could spend years watching you."

It's so honest that it burns to say, the kind of confession that he usually wouldn't tell you for his own dignity, but he thinks you might need to hear it.

You giggle nervously and clasp his shirt in one hand, bunching the material over his chest. "Peter," you complain.

"I'm serious."

"C'mon. Don't flatter me."

"I'm not flattering you, that's the stone cold truth," he says jovially.

"It can't be, I'm-" you cut yourself off and laugh, the sound tinged by bitterness.

"You're what?" he asks.

"You're warm." You avoid the question and change direction, pushing your arm out to hug his chest. He tightens his arms around you in response. "We can't stay like this, we'll sweat to death."

"I'd stay like this forever, you know. With you."

It gets you – you close your eyes and tuck yourself in close, the tenacity of your unhappiness plastered over your face so suddenly it makes his heart skip.

"I don't see why."

"Don't see why what, my love?"

The pet name makes it regrettably worse. You go silent, still in his arms. It takes a moment for him to realise your eyes are welling up.

"Baby," he murmurs.

"I've been doing those practice questions all day, and I couldn't have got half of them right. I had to make dinner twice because I messed it up the first time, and I know I'm not nearly as attractive as you say I am," you say, the words growing tighter as you go, like a hand is squeezing your throat. "I can't do anything right, Pete. And I don't get why- how you can like me so much when I'm so- so-" you deflate, then, and cover your face with your hand.

When you breath in its ragged and upset. Pained.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" he asks.

"Like what?" you ask. "Like I am?"

"I love you exactly how you are," he says, knowing it won't fix anything.

"I don't see how I can be enough for that."

He shifts and pulls you up just enough to see your face as he talks. Though you won't look at him, lazy tears escaping from your closed eyes, it's a relief to see your face, sad as it is.

"You know what I thought about on the subway? Both ways?"

"No,” you mumble.

"I thought about you. You know what I thought about in the lab?" You say nothing. "You. I thought about you. In the lab, the bodega, walking down the street."

You sniffle. He perseveres.

"There was a bouquet of dying roses in the trashcan outside the laundromat, and I thought, well, my baby could bring those back to life. With her smile alone."

"That's ridiculous," you say through a smile you fail to resist. His relief at your tone can't be overstated.

He traces the tip of his finger down your face, hand smoothing over your hair, temple to jawline, jawline to temple.

"I love you," he repeats. "You're more than enough."

The tears ebb slowly. He doesn’t mind. He has all the time in the world for you.

[terrence-silver]

Could you write something about John and Terry convincing their shared partner to get a tattoo that matched theirs somewhere on his/her body?

-"Now we match! Perfect!"-

Terry's in high spirits, practically jumping when the needle and the ink are taken away, the artwork clean, covered in protective band aid at the nape of your neck, right below your hairline. Discreetly visible. Tasteful, as it were. The discussion of where you could actually place the tattoo was long and arduous and the suggestions ranged anywhere from the inside of your thigh, your ass cheek and on your tailbone, but John personally talked Terry out of convincing you to accept any of those, in a sour mood, sounding displeased. Sounds like one of those tramp stamps, he said, bluntly. C'mon, Johnny, holy shit, it’s the 70's! Be modern! John wasn't having it, of course. Yeah, it'll stay there forever. I don't so, Twig. He'd retort, utilizing a nickname. That's the whole point, Johnny! Terry would whine. But, soon enough, tattooing your derrière or lower back was out of the question. Ever so blunt still, John snorts, arms crossed at the finalized work, joking, bright eyed. -"You look like a sailor. Popeye."- He smiles, lips lop-sided and pleased, appearing proud of the end result. -"Oh, man, Johnny, c'mon!"- Terry appears scandalized at the remark, taking offense instead of you, crouching beside the tattoo bed, rubbing your forearm soothingly, his other hand on your back. Even when practically squatting, Terry was still tall enough to tower over you and by the looks of him, he was still growing. He was 6'3 in 1972 and by 1973 and 1974 he might easily be 6'5. He could easily be a professional athlete if he wasn't making plans of running the family business.

-"I can't see. Does it look good?"-

You ask, tapping the bandage on your neck. Terry says something about you always looking good. Flatterer. Charmer. You'd never guess Terry was such a sweet-talker, shy and a bit fidgety as he was. Turns out, he had an immense way with words, to the point he'd often make you stammer and leave you without able to form a sentence, as was the case now, while you were adjusting in your seat. -"It's inflamed. Don't touch it."- John tsks, shaking his head, reaching forward to remove your fingers from the newly minted, freshly dried ink on your skin, reprimanding slightly. They've gotten their own ink a couple of months back, at this same parlour. Their own were far bigger then yours. Almost gaudy. Showy. Very dramatic and impossible to miss. They didn't seem to mind. Quite the contrary. They appeared particularly proud. Flaunting the art wherever they went. Flaunting Cobra Kai. -"Yeah, I’m afraid you're gonna get infected and you'll die..."- John jabs sarcastically, overreacting on purpose to tease you, holding his arms up in fake theatrics as he scoots down and sits down beside you to clasp your hand. Twig interjects, whispering, his eyes shimmering with a fierce thought. Their sense of comedy was occasionally odd, but you've gotten used to it. -"And then we'll have to set the tattoo parlour on fire."- He adds with a toothy, wolfish grin and your mouth is agape, hushing him, so the owner wouldn't hear the exchange. Sometimes, though --- sometimes you couldn't tell if they were joking or not.

-"You guys are something!"-

You groan, feeling sore, eyes darting once Terry holds up a mirror.

Positioned strategically next to looking glass on the wall behind you.

You spot the reddening patch of a small, inky cobra on your skin.

-"You look so cute, muffinpie!"- Terry exclaims happily, his cheeks practically puff up and pink as he diligently and dutifully props up the mirror so you can take a good look at the piece of handiwork. John's face beams up at Terry's endearment, down casting his glance, brows furrowed and busy with a thought. He was the more serious one, for sure. He was the reason why you didn't land with a snake tattoo on your bathing suit area. The idea made you laugh. You had to laugh that this is something they genuinely argued over. -"You'll always have something to remember us by now."- He speaks up in the midst of Terry's enthusiasm and admiration of the baby viper on your neck, grimly, John's mouth pressed into a hard line, his arms like a protective shield around his own torso as he maintains them crossed as per habit. They once told you were the first actual friend they've made after coming back from Vietnam. They only had each other for the longest time, grieving over everyone they mutually lost, both overseas and at home. Forming connections was difficult. Often disastrous. More hassle than it was truly worth. It is as if the world inadvertently changed while they were away, transforming past the point of all recognition, and the people along with it. But you? You were someone they wanted to stay close with, they explained. Stay attached to. You keep me grounded and you keep Twig sane. You squeeze his hand back re-assuringly, all while holding Terry's. -"As if I needed a tattoo to remember you two by, John."-