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fireinmoonshot · 12 days ago

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more than a friend should | robert reynolds x fem!reader

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MARVEL'S THUNDERBOLTS*.

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x Fem!Reader Summary: Bob didn't quite count on himself being starstruck by seeing you in a dress for the first time. You didn't count on yourself forgetting how to breathe when you saw Bob in a suit. But when you both have to get through a black tie event, the only way to do it is by getting through it together. Warnings: Mentions of general mental health struggles, anxiety, being drained from social activities and exhaustion. A very brief mention of alcohol and drugs. Reader wears a dress. Very brief swearing. Word Count: 4.3k A/N: I got a request for this fic last week and I totally fell in love with the idea. It took me a while to write just because I really wanted it to be perfect and I'm so happy with how it turned out. It's my longest fic for Bob so far! I did not proof read it after I finished my final draft. It's 11:30pm and I am so tired, so let's hope there are no mistakes in there 😂 Thank you so much for the response on all my Bob fics up to this point – I'm so happy that so many people are enjoying them. I hope you'll enjoy this one too! 💗

Bob knows that he’s screwed the second he sees you walk out into the penthouse from your room where you’d been getting ready. He doesn’t even notice Mel walking out behind you.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters under his breath, totally unaware that he wasn’t as quiet as he’d thought he was being.

Walker, stood right beside him, glances at him. “You all right, Bobby?”

Bob tears his gaze away from you and looks at Walker, eyes a little glazed over. It doesn’t last long, though – his ability to not look at you. Not two seconds later he finds you again. Walker watches the whole thing, eyebrows furrowed and confusion written all over his face.

Was something going on between you and Bob? He was surely reading the situation wrong. If there was some kind of romance going on between the two of you, he was obviously going to know about it.

“What do we all think?” Mel’s voice breaks both Bob and Walker out of their thoughts. She’s standing beside you, motioning to the dress that you’re wearing.

You smooth the dress down with your hands and instantly miss the pockets of your suit. As a New Avenger, wearing dresses is not something you’re used to. You spend most of your time in your suit or clothes that are comfortable when you’re not working. This is the entire opposite.

“Mel helped me pick it out,” you explain.

“It’s cute,” Ava says, standing up from where she’d been sitting down to wait for everyone to get ready. You’re glad to see that she’s wearing a dress as well – it makes the stress of it a little better, knowing you don’t have to go through it all alone.

You thank her at the same time that you catch Bob staring at you. Your breath catches in your throat as you notice the suit he’s wearing – a big change from the clothes he usually wears around the Watch Tower. Bob is nearly always wearing some kind of sweatpants. To see him in something like a suit, so perfectly tailored to fit him, is a sight to behold.

He still looks like Bob, though. His hair is a little messy and his tie is crooked, which makes you smile a little. They could put him in a suit, but he was clearly not very happy about it.

“You look different,” you start, beginning to walk over to Bob. “I can’t believe they actually got you out of sweatpants for the night.”

Bob laughs a little, then almost chokes on his own breath as he notices your hands reaching up towards him. They find his tie and straighten it. He lets out a shaky breath as you place your hands on his chest, running them over the lapels of his suit jacket, before dropping them.

Ever since Bob had met you, he’d been fascinated by you. He loved watching you kick ass as an Avenger, but he liked seeing the non-Avenger side of you more. His crush on you had grown rather quickly once he’d caught you reading one of his favourite books. Then, you’d offered to start doing buddy reads with him and he’d fallen even harder.

It often made him smile – the fact that the world knew you as one thing, but to Bob you were something entirely different. That to him, there were parts of you that no one else got to see. That once a month, you and him would sit up late into the night discussing the book you’d read and end up falling asleep on the bean bags on his bedroom floor. That every morning, he’d often see you coming out of your bedroom, opposite his, and think about how cute you looked with your bed hair. Those were the kind of memories he held closer than ever.

“You do, too,” he nods, hoping that you couldn’t feel the way his heart is beating out of his chest when you had your hands on him. “You look really nice. I like this colour.”

The smile that appears on your face only makes Bob’s heart race faster.

“You look handsome, Bob,” you complimented. You open your mouth, about to say something else, when Valentina enters the room and shatters the moment entirely. She has a habit of that.

“Where’s Yelena?” Val asks, turning around to look at everyone. You can see the way her eyes snag on you and Bob and how close you’re standing together, but her gaze doesn’t linger too long.

“I’m here,” Yelena answers, clearly irritated, as she walks into the penthouse from the hallway. “And before you say anything, Valentina, I am not going to change into a dress.”

Yelena is, unsurprisingly, going against the dress code and wearing a pant suit. You very clearly remember reading instructions on the invitation – women were to wear dresses, men to wear suits. Of course Yelena had taken that as a suggestion rather than a request.

For a moment, Valentina just looks at Yelena, venom in her eyes, but then she shakes her head and looks away from her, clearly sensing that starting an argument with one of her Avengers right before you all leave for a black tie event is not the best course of action.

“Well, at least the rest of you look appropriate,” she sighs. “When we arrive, instead of you all walking in as a group, I want you to enter as pairs. It’ll look better, make you seem more human. And it’ll drag out the entrance so that we get more attention. One of you will have to go solo since there’s an odd number of you but–”

“I’ll do it,” Yelena raises her hand, cutting Val off. “I’m going to wait in the car.”

Before anyone else can say anything, Yelena heads straight to the elevator and gets in, heading down to the car, waiting to take you all to the venue. You stifle a laugh, amused at how quickly Yelena had snagged the ‘entering solo’ opportunity. It’s understandable, though. You make eye contact with Ava, who just shrugs. The last thing either of you want is to walk in on the arm of a man, being made to look like a piece of eye candy to every other man in the room, but without Ava fighting Val with you, it’s clearly not going to be worth your time.

Valentina ignores Yelena’s exit. “Okay, Bucky and Alexei, you two are a pair,” she begins, pointing at the two of them and ignoring the way that Bucky groans and Alexei cheers, exclaiming something about the co-leaders. “Ava and Walker, you two… and that leaves you,” she points towards you, “and Bob. You two look cozy. Don’t get too cozy, though.”

You look at Bob and give him your best reassuring smile. Out of all of the other Avengers, you’re grateful that Val paired you with Bob. The two of you are more comfortable with each other than you are with any of the others. At least being on his arm means you have someone that you feel especially safe and relaxed around right by your side.

Bob feels the same way. He’d much rather walk in with you beside him than alone, and he has to admit that he’d worried Val was going to make him be the one to go solo before Yelena had volunteered. He’s infinitely relieved that he doesn’t have to be.

With that, Val starts to walk towards the elevator. Mel hurries after her, leaving the rest of you all standing in the room until she beckons you over from the elevator, telling you all to hurry up.

You stay close to Bob’s side as you walk towards the elevator. “You ready for this?” You ask, nudging his arm with your elbow gently.

Bob grimaces. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to things like this.”

“Me neither,” you flash him a grin. “But at least we’ll be together. If you feel nervous, you can just hold on tight to me, all right? And once we’re inside, we can find a corner and start discussing what book we’re going to read next. Sound like a plan?”

The two of you step inside the elevator and Bucky reaches forward to press the Ground Floor button.

“Sounds like a plan,” Bob nods, smiling.

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Bob takes you up on your offer pretty quickly once you arrive at the event. Your arm is wrapped around his but he’s the one holding you close. Your body is pressed up against his side. He’s putting all of his energy into focusing on the feeling of your touch so that he doesn’t start to spin out with anxiety over the fact that he’s here.

It’s almost like you can hear his thoughts, because only seconds later he hears you ask him if he’s okay. His head snaps towards you, breath hitching in his throat as he sees you already looking at him.

You have the most beautiful eyes, he thinks.

“Bob?” You say his name again.

Just hearing his name from your lips snaps him out of his head. “I don’t think I should be here,” he says, glancing away from you to have a quick look around the room. There are so many people in the room, probably hundreds, and they’re all staring at him. No – not him, all of you. “I can’t even control my powers. I’m not a proper Avenger like all of you. I should’ve just stayed home and given Val some excuse.”

You frown and tighten your grip on his arm just a little. “That’s not true, Bob. You deserve to be here as much as any of us do. We wouldn’t even be here without you,” you explain. “And, for the record, I’m glad you’re here. Who would I have entered with if you weren’t here?”

“I’m sure you would’ve entered with someone.”

“I wouldn’t have wanted to enter with anyone but you.”

Bob looks back at you, not quite believing your words. “Really?”

“Really.”

It’s a little more bearable once you’ve all entered the room and found a spot to stand, crowded around a small but very tall table in the corner of the room. There are still a lot of eyes on all of you, but thankfully the attention has died down a little since your entrance.

“Do you want me to let go?” You mutter, looking up at Bob. You’re still holding onto his arm, even though Ava and Walker had let go of each other the second the entrance was over. It was partially for you and partially for Bob that you hadn’t let go yet.

You were just as nervous as he was. Events like this were not your idea of a good Saturday evening. If you’d had things your way, you’d be back at the Watch Tower, cooking something easy yet delicious for dinner and preparing to curl up on one of Bob’s bean bags all night to read with him.

“No,” Bob shakes his head. “Not yet. Please.”

You give him a small smile, reassuring him that you won’t let go, and let out a small breath of relief yourself. As long as you get to keep a hold of Bob, your anxiety will be able to be kept at a minimum.

“So, what are we supposed to do now?” Ava asks, crossing her arms over her chest and looking around the room. “You know what? I’m going to find some alcohol. Anyone else?”

Alexei is quick to agree and Walker offers to go with them, simply not wanting Ava to have to deal with Alexei and alcohol on her own. It leaves you, Bob, Yelena and Bucky standing around the table.

“You’ve been to plenty of things like this, Bucky,” you start. “Have any advice for the rest of us who’ve never done anything like this before?”

Bucky sighs and shoves his hands in the pockets of his trousers. “Just hope and pray that the night goes quickly.”

“That’s great advice,” Yelena deadpans.

He’s about to say something in response when Valentina appears out of nowhere, gliding towards the four of you with a grin on her face that none of you like the look of.

“Oh, here we go,” Yelena murmurs under her breath.

“Where are the rest of you? Actually, never mind… okay, Yelena and Bob, come with me. I have some investors I want you to meet,” she says, beckoning the two of them forward.

You share a look with Bob that says everything that words can’t at the moment. Only minutes earlier Bob had been asking you to not let go of him, and here you were being practically forced to. Maybe Valentina deemed this to be too cozy – and she’d told you not to be earlier. Maybe this was her way of punishing you both for going against her word. Or maybe she just wanted to flaunt Bob off to the investors.

That seemed like the most likely option.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” You mutter, only loud enough for Bob to hear as you reluctantly let go of his arm and immediately cross your arms over your chest, not wanting to feel the cool air on them after having them wrapped up in Bob’s warmth.

You watch as he and Yelena walk away, trying to push down the feeling in your stomach that has been growing more and more as you spend more time around Bob. It’s never going to end well for you, you know it. But still, the feeling lingers.

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Bob can’t remember the names of any of the people that Valentina have introduced him and Yelena to. He’s been standing here being talked at for ten minutes now and everything they’ve said has gone in one ear and out the other. He hasn’t even properly looked at their faces – all he can see is you over their shoulder, standing across the room with Bucky.

You look so beautiful in that dress. He should tell you later.

“While we’re here,” one of the investors speaks, “I want to introduce you to my daughter and a few of her friends she brought along tonight.”

Bob is snapped out of his distraction as Yelena gently elbows him in the side. For the first time, he actually looks at the face of one of the men in front of him just as he’s beckoning his daughter forward. She’s followed by three other women, right behind her, all giggling and eyeing Bob up.

“Ladies, this is Robert Reynolds. He’s also known as The Sentry,” Valentina introduces him to the girl and her friends. “He’s incredibly strong and you should see how fast he can move!”

Yelena barely restrains herself from putting her head into her hands. Instead, she lets out a small groan of “For fuck’s sake, Valentina” and shakes her head.

The girls all introduce themselves to Bob but their names don’t register with him like he knows that they should. He introduces himself in return, just to be kind, but just as Bob. Not The Sentry. He’s not that person and he hates the way that Valentina is using that side of him to gain attention from the investors. His hand unknowingly clenches into a fist at his side.

“You’re much more handsome in person,” one of the girls says, stepping a little closer towards him. All Bob can think about is the fact that you had called him handsome tonight too.

“I can’t believe we’ve been living in the same city for so long now and we’ve never met before,” another adds. Bob knows why – he’s barely left the Watch Tower since he moved in. Why would he want to when the one thing he needs in New York is already there, right across the hall from him in your own bedroom?

He’s well aware that the girls are trying to flirt with him but he doesn’t even want to try and flirt back with them – not that he’s really any good at flirting. He’s had his fair share of flings over the years. He was pretty confident when he was high, but when he wasn’t, that confidence plummeted. He’s usually never turned down the attention of women before… but now that attention is the last thing he wants.

Over their shoulders, he catches a glimpse of you again. Just seeing you makes his clenched fist loosen a little, especially when he sees you laughing at something that Bucky had said. He’s always loved the way you look when your laugh, the pure happiness that takes over your face. He stares at you for another few moments and then uses that time to continue to try and calm himself down.

Despite the fact that you’re half way across the room, you’re helping him more than you know.

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Watching Bob being flirted with all night was not a job for the weak – and you’d greatly over estimated your ability to deal with it.

You’d known what was happening almost instantly when you’d looked over and seen the group of girls giggling and getting a little too close to him. You hated that you felt relieved when you noticed that he wasn’t returning any of their advances.

You weren’t daft enough to think that you were the reason, but it made you feel good all the same. Just the thought that he mightn’t be interested in anyone at the moment was good enough for you – he’d been through so much in these last several months, you wouldn’t blame him if it were true.

Like Bucky had suggested, you spent most of the night hoping for the night to go quickly. There was only so much socialising one person could do, especially when they were out of their comfort zone, and you hit that point pretty quickly once Bucky had started introducing you to people he recognised from his time as a congressman.

The worst part of the night was the fact that you had barely seen Bob at all. He’d spent most of the night being swept around the room by Val with Yelena, being introduced to everyone and barely even stopping for a break. The only contact you’d had with him since he’d been whisked away were brief moments of eye contact and shared smiled across the room.

It’s on the limo ride back to the Watch Tower that you finally get to talk to him again. Everyone else is either napping or not paying attention to the two of you, too exhausted from the night out, that you have no problem in shuffling over in your seat to get a little closer to him so no one overhears your conversation.

“So, our plan kinda backfired, huh?” You chuckle.

Bob looks over at you and laughs softly. “Yeah, it did.”

There had been no discussing what book you’d read next and absolutely no holding on tight to each other when you felt anxious.

“Did you enjoy yourself, at least?”

Bob scrunches up his nose a little and you can’t help but notice how adorable it makes him look. “I don’t remember much of it,” he admits. “I couldn’t think straight for a lot of it. Did you?”

It makes your heart hurt a little, hearing that he’d been so anxious that he couldn’t really remember any of the evening. It makes you even more mad at Valentina for subjecting him to all of that. It was going to result in him being utterly exhausted.

“I just missed you,” you admit – against your better judgement. It’s probably not the right thing to be saying to him, but it’s the truth. Your evening would have been better had he been in it.

“You did?” Bob raises his eyebrows, clearly a little surprised.

A thought enters his mind and he brushes it off instantly. Confess, his brain said. As if this was a good time to do it, in the middle of a limo packed full of all the other members of your team after a draining night out socialising – one that he’d likely be recovering from for at least a few days, judging by the exhaustion he could already feel creeping into his mind.

He shakes his head. This is not the time to tell you.

“I did,” you confirm. “I would’ve had a much better time discussing books in the corner with you rather than being introduced to all of the people Bucky knows in New York.”

Bob chuckles. “Okay, you make a fair point.”

By the time the limo stops at the Watch Tower, everyone in the car is either half asleep or dead on their feet. It’s late – almost 1 in the morning – and when you all reach the penthouse, everyone instantly disappears off to their bedrooms to recharge and sleep.

You and Bob walk side by side down the hallway before stopping outside of your bedroom doors, opposite each other. You rest your hand on the door handle of your room before turning to look at him. He looks exhausted, hair messier than it had been before you’d left, and his tie is crooked again. You smile as you notice it.

“Well, goodnight, Bob,” you murmur. “Sleep well, okay?”

Bob nods, but strangely he can’t find the words to say goodnight to you. It’s only when you turn around, putting your back to him, and start to turn your door handle that the words come – but not the ones he’d been meaning to say.

“I like you,” Bob blurts out, and then immediately winces.

You turn around, your hand falling off the door handle and your eyes landing on him. Your heart starts to beat faster in your chest, though you refuse to get your hopes up. This isn’t a confession – just a tired man telling you he appreciates your friendship. “I like you too, Bob.”

He sighs and squeezes his eyes shut. Just through your words he can tell that you didn’t understand him. “I don’t mean it that way. I mean that I like you more than a friend should.”

You’re pretty sure your heart stops beating. “You like me as more than a friend?” A best friend, your mind tries to finish it. Like a sister. Not in a romantic sense. Don’t get your hopes up.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off of you all night. I was introduced to so many people and I can’t even remember their names because I was too focused on looking at you over their shoulders.”

“You were?”

“I was.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. This cannot be happening right now. Bob cannot be confessing to you in the hallway at 1 o’clock on a Sunday morning after you’d had to spend the whole night watching him from afar and wishing he was right beside you. You have to be dreaming.

“I… I like you more than a friend should, too. Really.” The words aren’t hard for you to say because they’re the truth. Partially because you think you might be imagining everything.

Bob stares at you, dumbfounded. You aren’t just repeating his words back to him for the sake of it. You’re not doing it out of pity or fear of hurting his feelings. All he needs to know that is the look on your face. Your eyes tell him everything.

You’re suddenly hit with the urge to yawn and that simple thing rips you straight out of your dreamlike state and back to the present. You’re not actually dreaming. This is actually happening… but this is not the time to be making grand gestures of love. Not when both you and Bob are exhausted from the night out socialising. You don’t want to risk crossing any lines tonight.

“Listen, it’s late. I don’t think we should make any decisions without resting. We’re both exhausted. And it’ll be good to sleep on it,” you suggest. “We can sleep knowing that we like each other and when we’ve recharged our social batteries, we can look back at it with a fresh head.”

Bob nods. You’re right – of course you’re right. He is exhausted, so much so that he’s not even sure how he’s still conscious right now. Your timing was so off, he thinks, his brain starting to twist his thoughts, taking advantage of his exhaustion. You should’ve waited.

Unknowingly, he starts to twist his hands together in front of him – something he always tends to do when his head gets loud.

You notice, stepping forward and placing your hands on top of his. He stills instantly, looking up and meeting your eyes. The warmth of your skin on his instantly relaxes him and his heart stops racing so fast. You give his hands a gentle squeeze.

“Goodnight, Bob,” you say, voice soft.

He continues looking at you as you turn around and walk back across the hall to your room. You’re almost completely inside, about to shut the door behind you, when he finds his voice again.

“You looked beautiful tonight,” he calls out, being careful not to be too loud since the others are still in their rooms close by.

You pause and meet his eyes. “Thank you, Bob.”

“Goodnight, he hums, giving you a small smile.

It takes all of his strength to not collapse back against the door to his own bedroom once you shut your door. His hands are still a little shaky, his breaths a little short, but despite the exhaustion and adrenaline running through his system, he can’t help the smile that makes its way onto his face. I like you more than a friend should. The two of you had never really been just friends. Deep down, Bob knew that.

No, he thinks, pushing back agains the parts of his brain that were still telling him that his timing had been off, that he should’ve waited, that maybe he shouldn’t have told you at all. My timing was perfect.

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jaggedamethyst · 2 months ago

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not in that way (part one)

bucky barnes x fwb!reader

content: steve rogers is your best friend, which means that inherently bucky should be yours too. somewhere along the way, it became more than that for you. for bucky, it's just tolerance. he likes you, but not like that. not in that way.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, protected sex (yeah wrap that up), rough, choking, fwb, mean bucky, mutual pining, not proofread

notes: thank you guys for the support on the snippet as well as for waiting for me as i got this done! i just finished finals so i plan on locking in on this one and circuit breaker bc i cannot stop thinking about them.

ps. i swear bucky and reader are friends, just had to hit the angst and give some background but there will be cute moments along with smut probably every chapter...I'm hoeing out.

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“Steve?” You called out to him, steps pounding behind you as you hurriedly moved toward his pinged location. “Steve, oh my god.” Your voice trailed off, shock evident.

People brushed by you and pushed toward Steve’s figure on the ground. You’d never seen him like this. Sure, Steve Rogers was a super soldier and the most physically strong man you knew—but this was different. Mentally, he seemed destroyed.

He called your phone, short of breath and muttering for help. It immediately sent you into action. You were normal—the most civilian anyone could be. There was no other option but to call someone, plead with them to find and help your friend. He’d been washed up on the shore, lying in the dirt and clearly out of it.

You watched him get worked on, staring into the distance.

“What happened?” You kneeled next to him, “Who did this?”

Steve turned to you, eyes glossed over in disbelief. “Bucky.” He shook his head, “It was Bucky.” He kept repeating it to himself, attempting to convince his own mind that it was true. “It was him. It was Bucky. He was here.”

“I don’t understand,” you grasped his shoulder. “I thought he was gone—you saw.” You gulped, searching his face for any hesitance. “You said he fell, that he-“

“It was him.”

“Okay.” You nodded, “Okay, I believe you. He was here.”

It was true. The man you’d heard so many stories about had returned. He wasn’t like the anecdotes Steve recalled; this Bucky was darker, more quiet, resigned.

He was an observer. You often caught him staring at you, eyes lingering between your figure and Steve’s. Bucky would always stand, tucked into a corner. He didn’t feel deserving of the warmth Steve offered—the humanity that remained present in you. There were times, then, that you would offer a welcoming hand. A slight wave of motion offered him a seat, acknowledging that he did deserve to be there. He felt human with you.

That’s what initially drew Bucky to you and inevitably why you became friends, too. There was a way that you loved everyone, insisted on not leaving them out and nourished their insides.

The hurt came when he realized it would never be that way for him.

You could never love him, not a monster. Not when the shining emblem of a perfect man sat beside you every day. Steve had so much time with you—he was your best friend. Bucky couldn’t replace him, not if he tried. So he always kept you at arms length, hoping to be more than friends but settling for something less.

The first time it happened, when Bucky had been so lucky to have a moment with you—he swore that he was dreaming. He never gave you a reason to like him, in fact, it was the opposite. He’d gone out of his way every day to push you further from him, make it known that he’d never be as good as Steve.

He could tell you saw something different; he hated it.

The three of you had tried small talk often, Steve facilitating some sort of discussion to break the ice. It almost always ended with you and Bucky exactly where you started, friends who were forced to be so because of a mutual one.

“Well, I’m headed out—you two should talk.”

“Steve, no-“

“Buck, you two are my favorite people in the world. I would love it if you gave this a chance.” Steve patted his friend’s shoulder, “For me. Please.”

Bucky turned to look at Steve, a solid expression on his face. He didn’t speak, just gave him a small nod and let Steve step around him and out of your place.

It was common that Steve would find solace in your home. It was far from the city, neatly tucked away in a residential area. There was a sense of normalcy and he was proud to introduce that to Bucky—he needed that, deserved it after everything.

The room was silent, violently so. You sat across from Bucky—him lingering in your peripheral, and you nestled softly into your couch. He didn’t move, standing still near a wall that offered him the sight of every possible window and exit.

“Do you wanna sit?”

You watched his body for any reaction, dissatisfied when there was none. It was awkward, him avoiding eye contact and you not sure of what else to say.

You sighed. “I’ll be back.” You announced your departure, not that it mattered to him.

You beeline to the bathroom, desperately needing to escape him. He was always like this, closed off and so obviously annoyed by your presence. Splashing your face with water did little to temper you, and your body seemed to overheat at the thought of having to see him again.

You didn’t let yourself think—couldn’t. You stepped out and kept your head down before looking toward Bucky’s signature spot on the wall. He wasn’t there.

You tilted your head down, seeing Bucky now sitting on the couch, two cushions away from where you’d been prior. He watched you smile softly, moving to sit in your spot.

Bucky made a habit of keeping his hands in his lap. He would sit stoically at all times. It was the same now.

He avoided eye contact but muttered, “Hi.”

Your breath hitched, surprised he’d started a conversation. Keeping your tone even so as not to overwhelm him, you replied, “Hi, Bucky.”

The both of you nodded, letting the weight of your forced proximity surround you. As much as he tried, he couldn’t ignore you. The faint smell of your hair products, the way you tapped your own leg rhythmically, how nervous you were—he noticed it all.

“Do you, um,” you swallowed. “Do you want something to drink, maybe?”

It’d been over a year since Bucky had shown up. You, of course, shared small talk with him in that time. He’d grown to know the story of you and Steve—how you met. It would suffice to say that Bucky grew to be an acquaintance of yours—a long lost friend of a friend…one that would never truly like you. Accepting that was hard; you wanted Bucky to be comfortable at the very least. If not like you, he would at bare minimum be able to sit down for once.

So today was a win.

Bucky didn’t reply to your question but instead asked his own, “How was Steve? Without me, I mean?”

His voice was gruff, and you hadn’t expected that question, let alone more than a single syllable from him.

“Well,” you readjusted to face Bucky, “He’s always the most positive guy in the room—which I’m sure you know.”

Bucky let a smirk slip, recounting the optimism his friend had at all times.

“He’s better than me that way, than a lot of us.”

“I don’t think that’s true. He’s just Steve, you know that.”

He didn’t know that. Bucky was living in his body but observing from outside his own mind. He was witnessing his friend after so much time had escaped him. Everything he thought was true wasn’t anymore.

He wanted to get to know you, offer you the same grace that was given to him. But he couldn’t. Before it even begun, Bucky was overwhelmed. He pushed himself to be kinder, to do this for Steve. It was simply futile.

He stood suddenly and looked down at you. “I should go.”

“Okay,” you stood, nodding. “I guess I’ll be seeing you.”

He hummed, rolling his shoulders back and tightening his posture again. He didn’t respond.

“I’ll tell Steve you tried today,” you whispered to him. “I know he’ll appreciate it. I do.”

The tension was palpable. Your eyes stayed locked on each other until you heard a sound and looked down. The mechanical whirring of his metal arm was clear, only slightly suppressed by the gloves he always wore. He watched you noticing his hand twitch as if he wanted to move it. There was a restraint there, like he was pushing down something that was second nature. As if he meant to do something that he’d always done.

You swallowed hard enough to hear it in your ears. Looking at Bucky, you arched your brow in a subtle defiance—daring him to do what he intended. You wanted to know him and his habits, to understand even a modicum of what was in his brain.

Without thinking a second more, he let his left arm lift a bit. He reached toward your face but paused at you flinching, leaning away from him.

Just barely audible, you spoke, “Sorry.”

Bucky blinked and furrowed his brows, unable to stop himself. He let his fingers wrap around your face, a single hand pressing just under your chin and at the top of your throat. Slightly wide eyed, you watched him watching you. Most of his hand rested on your cheek, his thumb pressing into the other side of your face.

Despite no longer being the Winter Soldier, his habits lingered. When in that state he remembered being like this so vividly—a hand around someone’s throat and crushing the life out of them. He hissed at the thought, not at all intending for that with you. He craned your head, though, observing the quizzical look on your face.

It didn’t make sense to him, the need to maintain this routine. But he did. Beyond the haze of what was once his signature way of taking life—he saw a new one. Bucky could envision his future so clearly, yet he couldn’t let himself have it.

He went to drop his hand but stopped at the feeling of yours on his wrist. It was inexplicable. Glove or not, you craved the contact from him.

The room stayed silent except for the slight creak of the floorboards beneath you. While Bucky stayed steady, you teetered on the balls of your feet—this moment feeling fleeting.

He inched forward, watching your eyes fall closed.

Your lips were right there, the ones he’d openly been ogling at for months. It was torture, but all he knew. He couldn't allow himself the satisfaction of the feeling. He wasn’t deserving.

Instead, he latched onto your neck. Bucky kissed and nibbled there with an urgency you hadn’t expected—hell, you didn’t even think today would’ve progressed to this at all.

The feeling of him on you was intoxicating, and it was so minuscule. His hands were all over you, and yours on him. Your breath came out ragged, “We shouldn’t.”

“You’re right.” He paused on your neck briefly, directly in your ear now. “We shouldn’t.”

“We’re friends.” You nodded, letting your hands trail up his back and into his hair.

“Are we?”

You weren’t sure. It was complicated. You couldn’t let yourself think about that now and neither could he.

He pushed you down onto the couch and stood above you, allowing you to finally look him over. He was casually in jeans and a t-shirt, the rest of his body entirely covered. The only skin that showed besides his face was just below at his neck. Around it lay his dog tags, which he was so adamant about wearing. The glint of them always caught your eye and alerted you of his presence. Even when he showed up silent, you’d see him and those damn tags. Just always out of your eyeline but in the room—that was who Bucky had always been. In his stoicism, he was still consistently there.

Watching Bucky undo his pants already had you eager for him, too. There was always something there for you, an intrigue simply at the way he carried himself. You stayed seated, leaning back a bit in an attempt to slide down your sweatpants. Both of you watched the other discarding the bottom half of their clothes with little thought, tossing them aside.

He leaned, then, ruffling into his dark jacket’s interior.

“I got it,” he mumbled, ripping into the condom wrapper with his teeth. He slid the latex over himself just before pushing the jacket off his back.

He kneeled into the couch, the angle awkward but enough that he was able to slide into you like he wanted. It was tight—rough. You expected the burn but still sucked in a breath at it, the lack of prep. Bucky didn’t mean to make it this way but just wanted it to be over—the insatiable need to pump in and out of you. Only you.

Slowly and deliberately, he continued to kiss around your neck, collarbone, and ears. He snapped into you, purposely moving at a speed that allowed him to chase a high rather than savor the moment with you. He wanted to, truly…to acknowledge the way you looked up at him. It was his dream to let the sounds of you falling apart actually hit his ears and mean something, but he couldn’t.

The couch creaked and rocked. You were now slightly bent into the back of the cushions, your chest moving up and down alongside Bucky’s. He pulled back, stabilizing himself behind you. The new angle allowed you to see his dog tags again, them hitting you with every movement into you. Without thinking, you grabbed them, hooking them under one of your fingers.

He finally allowed himself some relief, his voice dragging out the moans he’d himself been holding in. “Fuck...”

You watched him intently, pulling him closer by the chain on his neck. He shifted his angle a bit at that and watched your jaw drop open. Your brows furrowed, whines choking out of you at the new sensation. It made you let go of his tags, grasping at the fabric of his shirt. This made him pound into you faster—realizing a tether of intimacy was gone.

He was subconsciously glad for that, happy that he could pinpoint and force that sweet look in your eyes away. There was no longer an adoration in your gaze but simply one of pleasure. This was for the best. He could appreciate you from a distance despite the line of friendship being crossed so carelessly now.

“Shit,” you groaned out suddenly. “Buck-“

He hushed you softly, quelling the harsh sound in your throat. It only spurred him on, though, truly ruthless about this. He only slowed at the feeling of your fingers gliding over his face, pushing the stray piece of hair out of view. His pace stuttered, faltering as he really looked at you.

A second later, he started in on you again. A clothed hand found its way into your shirt and pinched at your nipples. His grip was rough, kneading your chest. You were already so close; every additional sensation only pushed you further.

You met him suddenly, writhing into him and filling the living room with lewd slapping sounds.

Bucky huffed breaths out at every push into you. You fought a squeak, pressing your own hand over your mouth. You gnawed at it as it allowed some relief from the burning inside of you. He was hitting that same spongey spot over and over. He was so good at picking up on the subtle changes in your face and body.

Without warning he slipped out and nudged you, “Turn.”

You did without questioning, a firm covered hand rubbing at the skin of your hips. Regardless of his gloves, you felt the difference in his hands—the slight shift of metal in one versus the pulse in the other. There was a contrast you enjoyed, a chill about his metal arm that grounded you.

A knee pushed your legs open as he slid into you again, this time using you as leverage. Bucky pushed you down slowly, the side of your head finding the cushion. This angle was new, deeper. It wouldn’t be much longer at this point and he could tell. One hand slipped underneath you and up to your neck again, squeezing just enough for you to appreciate the loss of breath. In between gasps you nudged further into the couch, the sensation becoming too much for you.

He couldn’t stop when you came, relishing the way your insides continued to pulse. It was as if he was meant to stay; his one true purpose was to be completely enveloped by you. When he finished a strained sound choked in his throat, one that you hadn’t expected.

You were throbbing still, a cold feeling finally making you realize he pulled away. The feeling of him on you had gone away so quick. The sound of a different metal clanked—his belt buckle bouncing around as he slid his pants back on.

“Should we…should I tell Steve about this?”

Your question was sudden but was filled with a weight that scared him. You didn’t want to be too forward—but it was only right. Steve was now caught in the middle of something complicated. Even if this was the first and only time…you weren’t sure you could keep this from him.

Bucky thought differently.

“Why would you wanna tell Steve?”

“Because it’s-“

“Leave him out of this.”

Bucky readjusted his clothes, smoothing them over as they’d been before. You watched him inch his way to the door—his back toward you.

You ignored the pang in your chest, the confusion that now resonated in you. Pushing it away, you settled on changing the subject. “Steve wanted to do something tomorrow, you coming?”

He didn’t turn as he grabbed the doorknob, merely craned his head to the side. You watched his profile for any sense of something, but again, he was so unreadable for you.

“I’ll be there.”

Then he left.

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dollcher · 2 months ago

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choso kamo ♥︎ playing with your gamer boyfriend.

mdni ୨୧. choso is pathetic. reader calls choso 'puppy.' unprotected sex.

choso was hunched in his gaming chair, pressing away at the computer keys, eyes trained to the screen. his lips were jutted out in a cute pout, concentrating as the character on his screen slashed its swords at its opponent. and after one last mighty swish, they landed a final blow to their opposition and choso whooped at his victory – and admittedly while you thought it to be rather childish, you couldn't help smile at his boyish reaction.

"hah! take that, yuji!," he hollered into his headset and spun around in his chair, cheering to himself. you faintly heard yuji's voice on the other end, likely groaning about his loss to his brother.

you were sprawled on the bed, staring at your boyfriend with a look of amusement as you heard him tell his brother that he wanted to play another round. while normally you weren't one to impede on his down time, there was something that was slowly beginning to gnaw inside of you – and that was frustration.

nearly three hours had gone by since he had come back home and for almost the last two he had been stuck playing this game with yuji. when he had come home, he hadn't greeted you with anything more than a quick 'hi' and a peck to your lips before he dashed to his computer. truth be told, you weren't entirely annoyed at first since you had been in the kitchen preparing yourself a nice cup of hot cocoa and were planning on watching the new episode of the show you were currently watching. so you presumed that after an hour or so, he would have stopped and then gave you the attention you craved.

but as the clock ticked on, it seemed that your boyfriend was glued to his seat and the computer screen. you let out a small huff in exasperation, which to your surprise, choso had heard even through his headset. he turned to face you and he peered at you with those godforsaken puppy-dog eyes of his and whispered, "i'm sorry, baby. one last game okay?"

oh, why'd he have to be so cute?

you nodded and he turned back around, starting a new game with yuji. you sighed to yourself, tracing aimless shapes on the duvet beneath you. your mind began to wander, thinking about his soft lips on yours, trailing down to your jaw and your neck, to your breasts and stomach, and then landing right where you needed him most...

just then, an idea popped into your head!

you slowly sauntered over to his desk, gazing down at him with desire pooling in your eyes that reached down to your core. you could swear your panties must have already formed a little stain – from simply thinking about him too, no less. your thirst for him only grew tenfold as he bit his lip, fully absorbed in his game, and the veins on his hands had become prominent as he smashed down on the keys in front of him. you had to suppress yourself from letting a moan slip past your lips as you imagined his large fingers pumping in and out of you, coating it with your arousal.

he hadn't acknowledged you next to him yet, his eyes never leaving the screen. you hoped that what you were about to do next would get him to at least look your way. you climbed to sit on his lap, arms draping over his neck, legs dangling on each side of his own. for a moment, you just sat there, squirming a little bit to make yourself comfortable. once you were completely still, he planted a soft kiss to your cheek and said, "hi baby," under his breath.

you clung to him like a baby as you inhaled the remnants of his cologne on the back of his neck, eliciting a quiet moan out of you. unbeknownst to you, choso had heard that and he had to fight the blush that was beginning to tinge his cheeks.

you began littering his face with little pecks and muttering a few 'i miss you's in between each one. he smiled fondly, thinking how adorable it was that you seemed so clingy in this moment. "let me finish this game, princess," he whispered sweetly into your ears.

"i wasn't talking to you, idiot," he grumbled into his microphone.

that wasn't going to stop you, though. you continued to kiss him until you reached his neck. you nipped and then licked at his sweet spot a couple of times, hoping to get a reaction out of him. while he hadn't said anything, you could tell it was working because you could feel his growing erection from underneath you, rubbing lightly against your clothed pussy.

you stripped yourself off the t-shirt you were wearing, leaving you in just your lacey bra and panties. choso's eyes roamed over your body, swallowing thickly as he gazed at your breasts that were perked up so cutely beneath the bra. he had to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to silence himself as you so sensually, so teasingly began to grind yourself on him, the tent in his pants only growing bigger.

"baby, what are you doing?," he said, covering his microphone so that yuji wouldn't hear.

"what ever do you mean?," you asked, batting your eyelashes at him innocently. "i'm not doing anything," you drawled out as your hands slipped underneath his sweater all the way up to his nipples, grazing them softly.

choso let out a tiny whimper, back straightening as he leaned forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. "stop that," he scolded you quietly but you could tell he didn't really mean it. so that meant you could play with him a bit more – until he reached his breaking point.

your hands grabbed the waistband of his pants and boxers, pulling them down to let his cock spring free. it looked so pretty – throbbing pink tip with little beads of precum dripping down already. it seemed you weren't the only one seeking attention. your thumb lazily rubbed the tip of his cock, smearing the precum all over it. choso's face was tainted a bright pink hue, and he was biting so hard on his lip you were worried the poor boy would start bleeding.

you wrapped your fingers delicately around his cock, giving it a few agonisingly slow strokes as you left open mouth kisses on his cheeks. he shuddered under your touch, his hips unwittingly thrusting up every time your hands reached the base of his cock. the sight of his flushed face and his pulsing dick in your hands was driving you mad and you needed to feel him inside of you now.

pulling your panties to the side and lowering yourself onto his thick, long dick drew out a loud, salacious whine out of you. one that had his cock twitching inside your hot, gummy walls. "oh my gosh," he mouthed silently, his eyes rolling back a little as he tried to bottom out in you – the sweet, pathetic boy.

arms wrapped around his neck and breasts pressing flush against his chest, your hips rolled against his, revelling in the feeling of his dick stretching you out and lightly rubbing against your clit. your hands reached for his hair, tugging on them to keep you supported in his lap. you removed the headphones from one of his ears and whispered seductively, "i need you, puppy."

that was all he needed to throw his headphones away – not before telling yuji to log off – and grip your waist to ram himself up into you. the angle was so new to you but his cock was hitting you right where you needed, so deliciously, drawing out almost pornographic-like whines and moans out of you.

"is this what you wanted, hm?," he asked, peering up at you through hooded eyelids, pupils blown with lust, a line of drool trickling from the sides of his lips. you just nodded in response, mind too hazy to be thinking straight and about anything else except for your boyfriend's hands on your ass and his cock sliding in and out of you at a divine pace.

to the best of your abilities, you were bouncing up and down, trying to match his pace. the ever attentive boyfriend, he had noticed and had reluctantly slowed down so that you could move along with him. the squelching wet sounds your pussy made every time he thrust up into you was making it extremely difficult for him to hold back however. yet he did his best – he only ever wanted to please you and do exactly what you wanted.

you peered down at him, drinking in the fucked out expression of his – his eyelids fluttering, his mouth slightly agape, his stare never tearing away from your breasts bobbing in front of him. it made your walls clench around him tighter, cute moans and whimpers spilling out of your mouth.

as his groans and mewls grew louder, you thought of one last way to toy with your boy.

your hips had suddenly come to a halt, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. his movements had come to a stop too, his doe eyes looking at you pleadingly, lips turned into an adorable pout. "mm~ why are you stopping?," he whined. "please don't stop." you could tell from his eyes alone that he was begging for you to continue – in all honesty, he could move if he wanted to. but he always needed your approval first.

he had burrowed his face in between your breasts, giving you little, sloppy kisses. he kept repeating the word 'please' after every kiss, his eyes fixated on you. "c'mon baby please," he begged. "don't stop."

you cupped his face in your hands, looking at him coyly as you mused, "have you been a good puppy?" you brushed the few stray strands of hair that had fallen in front of his face, allowing you to goggle at the beauty of your poor, needy boy.

he nodded his head frantically, hands snaking its way up your back to hold you in a manner so tender that it had your heart flutter momentarily. tears were pricking at his lash line as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, trying to gain any sort of pleasure it could. he was whimpering so cutely that you could not keep up with the torture any longer. you leaned in and purred in his ear as you began to move your hips again, "tell me that you are."

"i'm a good puppy," he whimpered, thrusting into you sloppily and eagerly, the grip on your ass tighter than before which was sure to leave marks until tomorrow. "i'm your good puppy, right?", he asked so sweetly that you had to stifle a little giggle.

"yes you are," you mewled, grabbing a chunk of his hair and pulling it harshly as his cock slammed into you. your juices were coating him so tastefully, even his happy trail glistening with the slick of your arousal.

it didn't take long until you were rubbing your fingers on your clit and choso knew that that meant you were close. he ripped your hand away from your pussy only to replace it with his thumb that skilfully drew circles the way you liked it – you had taught him well, of course. "fuck~ 'm gonna cum," you whined, holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady.

"me too! fuck!," he groaned, his hips rutting into you faster, thumb continuing to rub on your clit.

"c-cum inside me, puppy," you whimpered, "please."

who was he to deny his beautiful girlfriend what she wanted?

after just a few more thrusts, he was shooting hot ropes of cum inside your velvety, syrupy walls. your own orgasm soon washed over you, your legs shaking as you rode out your high and walls squeezing every last drop he had to offer.

your body slumped over choso's, both of you taking a moment to compose yourselves. after a few moments, he asked you, "what was that about?"

"i was... feeling needy," you admitted, burying your face in his neck to hide your pink tainted cheeks.

he chuckled at your response, patting down your hair gently. he placed his hands on your hips, caressing your sides as he said in a low voice, "i'm sorry for neglecting you."

before you could even have a chance to reply, he rose to his feet, carrying you in his arms. he shimmied off his pants that had bunched up by his feet and brought you over to the bed, laying you down softly. his frame remained above you, his cock still hard inside you and as his fingers grazed over your thighs, he whispered, "let me make it up to you."

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s0dium · 1 year ago

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Fucking a curse

Choso x F!Reader

A/n: This is part of my 'Sex' event and collab with other writers!! Please check out the other amazing works here

Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine a curse like Choso could give you the best orgasm of your life Warnings: Rough sex, intense orgasm

~ For a curse, Choso was strangely incredibly attractive. At least that was your first impression of him. His long black stringy hair, tied into two high ponytails that jutted upward and outward, and his small dark purple tired eyes, framed by slightly thin eyebrows, yes, from the moment you laid eyes on him you were smitten. But for someone so breathtaking, Choso's reserved nature served as a stark opposite to his striking appearance. He was fairly quiet, rarely speaking, and often seemed content to observe rather than participate. For a while, he barely seemed to acknowledge you outside of your relationship with Yuji and your crush on him looked painfully one-sided. As a curse, it was easy to assume that he didn't care about you, that your presence was just another detail in his world of silence and observation. it was only natural that you would assume he wanted nothing, or rather, knew, nothing about intimacy. So how... how did you get in this situation? "Hngh...." you whine. Everything was hot, too hot. You dizzily look up, breath catching as you see Choso face hovering above you. His dark brown hair clings to his sweat-dampened skin and his eyes gaze down upon you with such raw dirty need that you feel your stomach twist into knots and your pulse quicken.

You are about to say something, something about how hot you are when suddenly you feel Choso's cock head harshly plunge deep into your entrance, the tip pressing against a part of you that you could only dream about reaching with your fingers. The pleasure of the sudden intrusion is striking, numbing, and borderline painful. It makes you reel unconsciously reel back to escape the foreign feeling, but a large strong hand splays itself over your stomach, not only stopping you but applying delicious pressure above where his dick sat deeply in you. "Can't stay still can you?" Choso's voice comes out breathless, a failed attempt to mask how entirely aroused he is right now. He picks up the pace and leans down until his lips are against the nape of your neck. You whine when you feel soft kisses peppered all over your skin, a shockingly tender yet bold exploration; each nibble and kiss perfectly attuned to your responses, drawing you deeper into a state of blissful surrender. Your cunt flutters and clenches instinctively, sending even more bolts of hot ticklish pleasure to your core. You are too lost in the pleasure to notice that Choso had placed his hand under one of your thighs, lifting the leg until it's pressed against your chest. The new position allows him to go deeper, which you didn't even know was possible at this point.

"Ah- God, you feel like heaven Y/N" Choso groans and throws his head back. You could almost cum just by looking at Choso because god he looks almost ethereal as he thrusts into you. His pale skin glistens with sweat, each muscle in his abdomen tightening rhythmically with every thrust. His lips part slightly, revealing shallow, hurried breaths. The subtle bobbing of his Adam's apple accompanies each pant, his eyes tightly shut, lost in the throes of pleasure.

"I wannaaaa...." You can't even say the last word because you're afraid it might ruin how fucking euphoric you feel right now. If there was a heaven, being fucked by Choso was it. What was even happening right now? Where were you? You feel so much, you feel everything, everywhere, all in this moment, but your mind and your mouth have never been taught to name this sensation.

"Please, Jesus, please y/n do it." Hes almost whining at this point.

"Choso I'm-" You are not even able to finish the sentence because you are already climaxing on his dick. Choso's ministrations don't cease, in fact he speeds up, making the insanely euphoric wave of pleasure crash down on you even harder. Your mind is blank, your thighs are shaking and your back arches of the bed as Choso fucks you through the most pleasurable feeling you have ever experienced.

"Stay with me baby, we are not done yet."

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ghosts-to-reid · 7 months ago

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Blues, Baby.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Breeding kink, kidnapping, smut

Request: Breeding kink smut pleaseeee (Spencer wanting to get reader pregnant)

Summary: Spencer is angry at you after you made a silly mistake on the field. He comes to you to reconcile, but ends up doing that and more.

It had been a long week.

The case had been difficult, you had been taken by the unsub, and on top of that, you and Spencer had had an argument. You had been together for 4 years, you rarely argued in all that time, but when you did it was brutal.

The argument happened after he had saved you. It was your fault, admittedly you were too eager to catch this guy, you could say that now. He had taken over 34 girls in the last 20 years, from all over the states. He had been a copycat of Israel Keyes, stashing kill kits in the same, or as close as he could to, locations as him. It was shocking that it hadn’t been caught years ago. It hit you hard, and you were determined to catch this guy. So, you had rushed in without backup, getting yourself caught in the process. Though your capture was short- Which gave way to Spencer’s fury at your actions

“What the HELL were you thinking?” You had just finished up being checked over by the medics, sitting on the back of the ambulance, when Spencer rushed over to you. He is the one who took down the unsub, taking him in before he spoke to you. His reaction caught you off guard, and then made you scowl.

“What are you talking about?” He was standing in front of you now, arms crossed. His eyes were boring into yours. He huffed out a frustrated chuckle

“What am I talking about? I'm talking about you rushing in there, without backup, and nearly getting yourself killed in the process!” He waved his arms as he spoke, as he usually did when frustrated. Shaking your head, you stood and stepped closer to him, eyes never leaving him.

“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Spencer. You know this. What is wrong with you?” You were confused why he was so angry with you, you were the one who had just been kidnapped, he should be holding you and soothing you, not shouting at you in front of your team and the locals.

“Obviously not when you make stupid decisions like this! Did you even think about the consequences?”

“The consequence if I hadn’t gone in was another dead girl!”

“But you didn’t have to try and replace her! God, I knew I should've gone with you!”

“What, you think you need to babysit me, Spencer?” You scoff, folding your arms “You’re my boyfriend, not my dad.”

“You know what, maybe you do need a babysitter if you’re going to continue making rookie mistakes like this, you know you’re better than this”

Your eyes had never left each other, staring each other down- Waiting for the other to back down. Bored of this, you rolled your eyes and dropped your arms from your chest. Removing the blanket from your shoulders, you move to walk away when he grabs your arm, tight enough to stop you, but not enough to hurt.

“Where the hell are you going?” His free hand picked up the blanket and he began to drape it over your shoulders once more “You need this for shock. Why won’t you take care of yourself?” It was obvious his anger was rooted in concern, but you didn’t want to confront that right now. Already fuming at his actions, you had no time for his niceties right now.

“Just- Leave me alone. I don’t need you shouting at me right now.” Shaking free from his grasp, you stomped away from him and towards one of the team's SUVs. He shouted something after you, and you heard a loud bang as he hit the ambulance in frustration, but you ignored it.

Since then, the two of you had barely spoken since. Spencer sat with Derek, and you sat with Emily both on opposite sides of the Jet. The team sensed some tension, having witnessed the argument, but no one pressed you. Then, there was a silent car ride back to your shared apartment. You moved into his place 9 months ago now, Spencer had suggested it after your lease had ended, explaining how it was logical to move in together now and save money- he said he wanted to marry you someday and that this was a good start.

That seemed a silly thought at the minute, though.

The silence continued until dinner. He was in the shower whilst you prepped what you could from your fridge, it was too late to go to the grocery store and you had been away a few days, so it wasn’t much. You were so deep in your own thoughts you didn’t hear the shower stop, or Spencer enter the kitchen. He had stood, watching you silently for a moment as you chopped something, before he moved to slide his hands to hold your waist, snaking them to hold you as he rested his head on your shoulder. Momentarily, you tensed, but soon melted into him. He felt warm and safe, and you had needed this after your capture.

“I'm sorry…” He mumbled into your hair as he squeezed you. You dropped the knife you were holding and brought your hand up to his damp hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

“I'm sorry too, baby…” You mumbled, he moved and turned you to look at him. His eyes were sad, brow furrowed with concern.

"I just... I don't want to loose you, okay?"

"You won't, baby. I'm here." You snaked your arms around his neck and placed your forehead against his.

"Today just... It made me realise we shouldn't wait for things. I was so worried that... That we wouldn't be able to do all the things we planned... That we'd never get married, have kids... I just... I don't want to miss out on that with you. I love you too much." His eyes were closed as he made his confession. Sighing you softly nodded your head against his.

"Then... Why are we waiting?" You asked, voice small as his eyes flicker open, meeting yours once more. T5here is stillness in the air as he stares at you. "Let's have a baby..."

He wasted no time in dipping to kiss you. His lips melting softly into yours as an apology. Smiling into the kiss, you hummed contentedly as he pulled you closer, and you brought your hands up once more to play with his curls.

The kiss began to become more desperate when you lightly tugged at his hair, causing him to groan into your lips. You smirked as his grip on your hips tightened and his tongue slipped past your lips. The kiss deepened into a battle for dominance between you, lips fighting one another to be the winner. Slowly, Spencer backed you against a clear counter, surprising you when your back hit the cold marble. Your yelp made Spencer smirk as he finally pulled away from you. He had caged you between him and the counter, arms tasting either side. He admired his work, your flushed skin, wide eyes, pupils blown out with lust. You were panting for air through your swollen lips and he could feel all his blood rushing to one single point. All his frustration from before turned to need. Need to show you how much he cares, how much he loves you, how you were his, and his alone. His lips soon darted to your neck, kissing and sucking his way down to your collarbone. You whined under his touch, feeling his growing cock rub against you. It made you squirm in anticipation, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every touch.

“Spence…” You gasp as his fingers begin to dip under your waist band. He leaned back, watching you as he began to guide his fingers through your folds, gathering your slick and occasionally skimming over your clit teasingly. You were an utter mess for him, and he loved it. He observed you for a moment, simply watching your reactions to his touch, your moans and curses under your breath, the way you held onto his arm, the pout you gave him when he dodged your kiss, smirking at you as he just watched and touched.

“I amso sorry about what happened before, baby… I just didn’t want to lose you” His voice was soft but had an edge of authority that made you clench around nothing. His eyes never left yours as he spoke, just like earlier “Because you’re mine, aren’t you? You belong to me, don’t you?” He continued his agonizingly slow strokes as he spoke, you whined and nodded in response. He simply tutted and shook his head

“Use your words, darling.”

“I-I’m yours, Spencer.” You managed to whisper, voice shaky from the frustrated pleasure you were receiving. Spencer smiled proudly, and sped up slightly, causing you to moan loudly.

“Hmm… I think we need to do something to show everyone else who you belong to…” His voice was teasing. The free hand that caged you lifted to your face, landing softly on your cheek. His other hand continued to work at a steady pace, enough to make you needy, but not enough to push you over the edge anytime soon. He loved to torture you like this, teasing you for hours and not letting you cum. He loved feeling the control over you. Your eyes opened and met his confusion hidden in them. He found it, and found it amusing. He leaned closer into you, his free hand moving to tuck your hair behind your ear before he firmly held the back of your hair. Whispering softly

“I'm gonna put a baby in you, hm? Show everyone who you really belong to, who gets to cum inside you?”

As he finished speaking, he plunged two fingers inside of your pussy. A loud moan escaped your lips as he pulled your head back to look at him. He had sped up now, fingering you with a cocky smirk. He may be shy in the real world, but behind closed doors, he undoubtedly enjoyed his power over you. His words shocked you at first, but he didn’t miss the way you clenched around his fingers as he fucked you with them. He knew you’d do whatever he wanted to, but this was pushing the limits.

Usually, no matter the scenario, you and Spencer had sex with a condom. You had gone off of birth control, the effects had been killer for you. Spencer, being the loving boyfriend he is, had supported you through this, and your sex life had adjusted with no problem. He used condoms, and the rare occasion you would do it without one, he’d take you for the morning after pill, but now? Now, he wanted to prove a point.

It wasn’t just about where he came, it was about showing everyone who you belonged to. Who cared for you, who protected you, who you came home to every night.

“What do you say baby? Do you want me to fuck you till everyone knows who you belong to?” Another devious whisper in your ear. You eagerly nodded, Spencer wasted no time in removing his hand from inside you and pulling your pants down your thighs. He roughly turned you around and bent you over the counter, holding both your wrists behind your back. He stepped back, admiring how you looked from behind. You could feel his free hand tracing your skin before feeling a sharp smack to your ass. The pain made you hiss out a moan, you missed Spencer pulling down his sweatpants.

It shocked you momentarily when you felt the tip of his cock move between your folds, teasing your clit as he covered his shaft in your slick. The anticipation of him entering you was killing you, and you bucked your hips against him.

“Eager, are we? You want me to cum inside you that bad?” The edge of teasing was still present in his voice as he held you down. All you could do was whine and squirm under him, waiting for him to enter you. He chuckled before he pushed himself inside of you, groaning as your tight walls stretched around him.

“Fuck…” He muttered as he watched you moan once more. He loved seeing you so submissive under him. He barely waited for you to adjust until he started fucking into you at a rough pace.

Each stroke was bliss, pain turned to pleasure quickly as he relentlessly bottomed out over and over again. He let your wrists go as he held your hips, holding them firmly in place. YOu gripped the edge of the counter tightly in an effort to keep upright.

Spencer watched how he disappeared inside you, moaning as he felt you begin to tighten around him

“Awe, you gonna cum for me, baby? Is that how excited you are for me to cum?” He panted into your ear, you nodded quickly, nearly drooling from the pleasure Spencer was giving you. You let out a loud whine when Spencers hand reached between you both and began to play with your clit.

“Im- Im gonna-” You tried to pant out words that dissipated into moans, Spencer soothed you momentarily before quickening his pace.

“Cum for me, baby. I'm close too, gonna make you a mommy… Gonna fill you up so much.” He was struggling to speak properly now, his strokes were becoming more and more aggressive as he reached his own peak. His words were enough to push you over, with a loud cry you came around his cock, clenching around him as your legs began to shake. You whined his name out, as he groaned again, this time with one last big stroke.

You felt him cum inside you, his cum painting your insides white. As he came, he fucked back into you a few more times sloppily, before leaning forward to kiss your back lightly. When he finally pulled out, your legs almost gave way, your grip on the counter keeping you steady. Spencer huffed a small laugh as he observed you, his eyes moved down to the glistening mess between your legs, he saw his cum beginning to leak out of you. He moved forward once more, steading you with one hand, whilst the other moved between your legs once again, gathering his cum and pushing it back into you, once more fucking you with his fingers. Another loud moan escaped your lips as he did this. You moved your head to the side to look at him, only to be met with a cock grin as he leaned forward

“Just one more” He breathed, you were still coming down from your last high, so it didn’t take much for you to cum around his fingers once more. Once he was happy, he pulled up your pants, keeping his cum from dripping out of you. He carried you to your shared bedroom before dressing you in your pajamas, careful to keep your underwear on, and joined you in bed. He held you tightly as you snuggled into his chest.

“So… Can I clean myself up now?” You mumbled into his chest, giggling a little bit.

“Well, your chances of pregnancy increase the longer you keep sperm inside. Sperm can stay alive for up to 5 days in the body, but the best way to get pregnant is regular sex, usually every other night around the time you’re ovulating.” Spencer recited the random facts as casually as ever, but it made you jump slightly, you pulled back and sat up.

“Wait… are we ready for this?” You asked timidly, unsure of his answer. Spencer’s eyes met yours and looked fearful for a moment

“Well… We’ve been together for 4 years… I thought it through, and after today especially, I just want to start my life with you as soon as possible… But if you’re not ready we can go get a plan B tomorrow. I guess i got carried away and just went for it We can discuss this more-” You interrupted his amble with a kiss, soft and small.When you pulled back he was confused, cocking a brow at you now.

“I’d love to start a family with you Spencer… Just, it's a bit nerve wracking.” You giggle. He flushes for a moment, hiding his face in the pillow.

“I'm sorry.” You hear, muffled by the pillow. You laugh lightly as you move him to face you again, giving him another soft kiss.

“But seriously, We have all the time in the world to get me pregnant. I'm gonna go shower.”

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mywritersmind · 3 days ago

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BAD FOR BOTH - KA12

summary : Kimi is sweet and considerate and media trained… you however, are on a path to corrupt the boy with yacht trespassing and late night make outs.

listen up : russell!reader. this was SO much fun to write i love it so much. a quick make out scene! mutual pining!! banter!

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I’ve heard it a million times. Seen the headlines, too.

‘LITTLE RUSELL : the rebel opposite of her pretty boy brother’.

To be honest, I'd probably be more angry if it said I was just like him.

George walks back into the garage, his hair pushed back and a defeated look on his face. Everyone says Monaco qualifying is the real race; for Mercedes, theirs just ended.

George getting rescued from the tunnel. Kimi in the wall. P14 and P15. My boys.

“That was shitty.” I say to my brother, pulling my headphones off as he lets out a breath.

He runs his hands through his hair, “Tell me how you really feel.” We have the same last name and eyes. That’s where our similarities end.

George is nine years older and nine inches taller. He’s posh and polite, a glaring difference from my overall attitude which comes off a bit… rougher.

Kimi walks up to us, patting George’s back in an act of understanding. His usual bright eyes are distant, his cheeks still red.

He doesn’t even look at me, not surprising too much because I know how he gets after something like this. Still a bit hurtful though.

“Just stay focused…” I hear George say to Kimi, “Keep your head down. It’s just like any other race- things happen.” Safety cars happen, Is what he wants to say but he’s too media trained to even bring up a crash.

Kimi mumbles a, “Thanks mate.” Before disappearing around the corner and while I watch him go, I get an idea.

“No. No- I see that look.” George snaps his fingers in front of my face, “Don’t do it, Y/n.”

“You don’t even know what I'm thinking.” I roll my eyes at my brother, dramatic as always.

“If it involves Kimi, get it out of your head.” I start walking away before he even finishes. “Y/n!”

I wave my hand in the air without turning around, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Georgie!”

I find Kimi talking to his race engineer, his eyes catching on mine just as their conversation ends and the older man leaves. “Don’t pity me.” He says softly, busying himself with the straw of his water bottle.

“When have I ever pitied you?” I scoff, wondering if he knows me as well as he claims.

“Imola.” His head tilts a bit, my mind rushing back to the night of his home race. The image of me sitting on his bed, his grandmother's cake between us while my fingers drift over his hand.

“Come to the marina tonight.” I say, switching the conversation back to why I came to talk to him, “Clear your mind.”

The way his nose scrunches, how he steps forward, I swear I could prove all the rumors right then and there. “If you’re there, my mind won’t be clear.”

I play into his words, “Then come and think about something except for racing for once.”

“What, like you?” He’s quick. Too quick. I feel the student has become the master, especially with the way his tongue darts over his lips and his eyes stray from mine in a calculated glance to my lips.

I’m bad for him. I know it. He knows it.

Neither of us really care.

I swallow, “When did you become such a big talker, Antonelli?”

“About the time when I realized I need to actually stand up to you.” Someone walks by us, mumbling an apology and making Kimi step back. “I have to focus tonight.”

“You don’t want to hang out with me?” I slip my hands behind my back, pouting a bit and leaning against the wall.

He scrunches up his face again, “I can’t.”

“Didn’t know Merc ran your social life.” He shakes his head and I'm a bit proud of myself that he’s smiling and not frowning anymore. “I’ll be there if you change your mind.”

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He does- change his mind, I mean.

I watched the sun dip behind the water a while ago, the pink and blue sky morphing into darkness. I was fully prepared to have a night to myself, no text, no call. But there he is, walking up to me in jeans and a hoodie while looking so effortlessly attractive.

We walk along the harbor, maybe a little bit too close together. He has his hood on, his curls peeking out of the front. “Would you ever move here?” He asks out of the blue.

“If someone else paid for it.” I shrug, making Kimi smile in the heartbreaking way he does, “Would you?”

“Yeah. Ollie and I are planning to get a place.” I can’t help but grin at this, turning towards Kimi while we walk.

“Oh so that’s why you asked. You want me close?”

He bites back a smile and I swear to god- even in the dark, he blushes. He doesn’t answer my question, but the look he gives me tells me all I need to know.

“If I move here, would you buy me a yacht?”

His jaw drops, “Why me!?”

I laugh, “You’re the one who wants me here! Might as well make it as Monaco coded as possible”

He rolls his eyes, “Monaco coded while you’re in Monaco is crazy. Ask your brother for the boat.”

I shake my head, turning to the boats that line the water, “Let’s just steal one of these.” We probably know half the people who own them.

“Just find Max’s…” Kimi grins, eyeing each extravagant boat, “I’m already convinced that I should get one, honestly.”

“Holy fuck.” I mumble, standing in front of the nicest boat I've ever seen. The back is all I can see and even that is beautiful. It’s lit up only by the street lights but something in me needs to see more.

Kimi almost runs into me, clearly not expecting me to be frozen in place because of a boat. “Woah…” He looks up at it with big eyes, making me double take from the yacht for a second.

I drag my eyes back to the boat, “Now this- I could get used to.”

He walks to the side, checking it out more. He's gone full teenage boy, looking like fucking peter parker and nerding out.

“What’s it named?” I ask, walking over towards him with my arms crossed, starting to get cold.

He actually giggles, putting his hand over my eyes quickly, “Guess.”

“Um… Unleash the lion?” I hear him let out a laugh, his hand warm over my eyes, “Twelve? Andrea? Beautiful girl named Y/n?”

He moves his hand and my jaw actually drops at the name, “Silver apex?” I grab Kimi’s arm, “Andrea. This is a sign.”

“For what!?” He laughs.

“We’re going on it.” I grip his arm harder but he doesn’t move.

“No we are not!” I grin, holding onto him with both my hands now, “No fucking way, Russell!”

“Come on! No one’s even out here- Kimi. We’re in Monaco!”

“Yeah, for my job!” He lets me pull him closer, but stops when I step on the back. “I’m not trespassing with you.”

I sigh dramatically, letting go of him and walking father onto the boat, “I’m not gonna go inside or anything- just the front!”

“These things probably have cameras!”

“Live a little, drea!” He groans at the nickname, “It’s too dark to see anything.”

He mumbles, “Night vision.” But I keep walking without looking back.

“Come on, K… I'm doing it with or without you! Maybe I'll do it topless.” I mumble the last part but I'm pretty sure he hears because I hear footsteps behind me.

The smile on my face grows, even when we both know I'm keeping my top on.

The front is even bigger, multiple spaces to sit, a net to lay out on, but I lead him to the very front, sitting with my legs crossed.

He sits next to me with a grumble. “You’re horrible for me.”

I hum, leaning back on my arms, “Yet you keep coming back.” His leg is touching mine and when he turns to smirk at me, I stop breathing for a second.

“If we get arrested, I'm taking off without you.”

I shove his arm with a scoff, “Better bail me out, rich boy.”

“Not if I'm saving for a yacht.” I laugh again, “I think it’d be worth it, maybe in a couple of years.”

“To get me to sneak onto a boat legally?”

He nods, the wind blowing both of our hair, his getting in his eyes a bit. I bring my hands to his face, my fingers running through his hair as he watches me. Whoever said that brown eyes are boring clearly has not met Kimi Antonelli.

I tug a particularly stubborn piece, the curl bouncing back into place as he just lets me. I pull my legs to my chest, dropping my hands away from Kimi to hold myself.

It’s like he can hear my thoughts because without me saying or honestly doing anything, he tugs his hoodie off and pulls it over my head. “Kimi!” I laugh as the neck gets stuck on my hair. “You’re going to get cold.” I say after I happily put my arms through and the warmth from the fabric and his body heat make me smile.

“Don’t act like you don’t want it.” He shakes his head, “I’ll be fine.”

“You’re way too nice to me.” I tug at his hair again, his eyes soft as I play with his curls.

“For all the shit you give me, definitely.” He jokes, his head leaning towards me in the teasing way it often does. Sitting closer, His hand going to the broken hem of my jean shorts, his fingers absently tugging at the frayed edges. “You know… your brother talked to me about you.”

I’m immediately scared, “What did he say?”

“Just that I should stay away.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, “Said that my rookie year should be spent… single.”

I am going to kill George Russell. “Why would he even-”

“I told him we’re just friends!” He hurries to explain while I have to physically fight a frown, “But I get what he meant.”

“You think I'm a distraction?”

“I think we’re on someone else’s boat right now and I don’t give a shit because you’re fucking beautiful.” His words cut into me like a knife.

I know a lot of things about Kimi Antonelli. Him thinking I'm beautiful was not one I was aware of.

“You’re a good distraction…” He reasons, “A dangerous one, sure, but oddly enough… I think you help me.”

“George said the same thing to me- except it was more about getting in trouble in general.”

“Why do you?” He asks.

I shrug, “It’s not always on purpose! Honestly, shit just happens to me.”

His hand stops on my thigh, eyeing me with a smirk, “Because of your own actions.”

I bite my lip, nodding. He knows me too well. “Consequences suck.”

“What about right now? You think we’ll have consequences?”

“For the boat? No. Me taking you on the boat… yes. I swear Toto has eyes everywhere.”

“He won’t find out about this.” I can’t tell if he’s trying to convince me or himself, “People always know when I've been with you, though. It’s like when you just know someone had sex.”

I laugh out loud, “We’re not having sex.”

I make him blush. “I didn’t say that! I’m just saying- everyone at Merc always pulls the ‘hang out with Y/n yesterday?’ or ‘Y/n is over there if you’re looking for her’.” He rolls his eyes as I laugh.

“And they’re wrong to think that?”

He shakes his head, his laugh fading and his eyes back on mine, “I’m always looking for you.”

“I look for you too.” I say quietly, shifting the mood as if it’s my job, “When you’re in the garage, or in the wall…”

He groans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder for a second, “Don’t remind me!”

“You couldn’t even look at me when you came in.” I have to mention.

He sighs like it actually pains him, “It’s embarrassing. It was my fault.”

“Why would I ever care about that?” I ask.

“It’s Monaco.” Kimi reminds me as if I don’t know where we currently are.

“Yeah and every other driver is probably up right now, thinking about that.” I nudge his arm, “To beat them, you have to be different from them.”

He narrows his eyes, “Very professional of you.”

It’s too perfect of an opportunity to not flirt with him, “Be different and think about me instead.”

“There she is.” The way he says it makes my stomach flip, “Not really hard to convince me otherwise- even with the race tomorrow, you’re all I can think about.”

“Is that why you came out here tonight?”

He shrugs, quiet for a minute, like he can’t find the words. “Everytime im stressed, I just want to be with you. You’re so effortless, in everything you do.”

“I’m really not.”

His brow quirks, “How?”

“I’m putting a lot of effort into flirting with you.” I say, “Although, you do kind of make it easy.”

His head falls to his hand, a slight groan escaping from his lips as his curls move side to side, “Christ…”

“What!?” I laugh.

“I’m really trying to respect George’s wishes right now.” He looks back up at me, his hand dropping back to my leg as his heated gaze bores into me.

��You’ve already got the trespassing thing down… maybe it’s time you adopt my lifestyle in other ways.” He’s leaning in.

“Like?” His eyes flick to my lips just as the air is stolen from me.

“Like I never listen to George. Especially when it comes to something I really want.”

“Smart… cause I really want you.”

I can’t breathe. Can’t move. I can only stare at him and watch the space between us shrink. I can feel his breath against mine, his hand hot against my skin.

His lips are hovering over mine, teasing me… controlling me. “I really want you too.” I say it just before his lips crash into mine.

It feels like every moment, every lingering touch or whispered promise, has led to this moment. He’s quick at first, like he can’t wait to feel me against him… but it turns slow the second his hand drags up my side and holds my waist, like he’s savoring me.

I lean back on the boat, taking Kimi with me. I slide my hand into his hair, pulling him closer as he leans over me, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

His hand grips my waist tighter, the reminder of his hoodie on me making me kiss him harder. His lips are soft, my lipgloss transferring onto him between breathless kisses and airy smiles.

He's perfect, I think. At least, he’s perfect for me.

“Hey!” A voice makes us both jump, a bright red light flashing down onto us as a man walks closer to us, remarkably fast for how unstable he looks.

As Kimi and I hurry to our feet, the light washes over us before shutting off with a click. When the light goes out, the man’s face comes into view.

We are so utterly fucked.

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I’ve been lectured plenty of times. Never in my life did I expect to be yelled at by my big brother and his fucking team manager, with his teammate by my side.

“You got caught having sex on Sir Jackie Stewart’s yacht!” George yells, apparently confident no one is around Toto’s office.

“We were not having sex! It was a kiss!” I’m not afraid to fight back but Kimi, poor Kimi… looks like he’s about to pass out.

George groans, waving his hands around like a maniac while Toto pinches the bridge of his nose, “Jackie said he was on top of you-”

Kimi shakes his head, “Yeah, I'm out.” but when he starts to stand, his chair scraping the floor in an uncomfortable screech, Toto points at him.

“Sit down.” The man, awfully quiet for being the one who called us all in here, finally speaks, “Listen- I don’t want to hear the details. What I care about is the fact that you both could have gotten arrested!”

Kimi leans into his hand, eyeing me as a rush of remorse washes over me. I feel horrible because, as much as I hate to admit it…

“You’re right.” Toto looks surprised when I speak up, “It was reckless and stupid and not worth it.” I look at Kimi when I say the last part, hoping he knows I’m lying. “And it was my fault- Kimi didn’t want to go.”

“I have free will, you know.” Kimi mumbles as I scoff.

“I’m trying to help you here-”

He doesn’t look at me, staring at Toto with his hands gripping the arms of his chair, “I knew what could happen and didn’t care.”

“I don’t really give a shit about what you think you knew.” Toto looks between both of us, George pacing behind him. “You’re lucky. Both of you- that Sir Jackie let you off without anything but a warning.”

We leave his office with George’s hand clamping down on both of our shoulders. “George!” Toto yells from his chair, “Stay back for a second.”

My brother freezes and I wonder how he likes it, being the one who will sit across Toto and likely get yelled at.

When the door shuts, Kimi doesn’t stop walking. It’s horrible, agonizing silence, that leads us to a dead end in the maze that is the Mercedes hospitality.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Kimi.” I’m quick to say, “I knew it was a bad idea and you didn’t want to go but- shit. I don’t know when to stop sometimes.”

“Y/n, it’s fine.” His words make my eyes dart to his. He’s… smiling? “Free will, remember?”

“We could have been arrested.”

Kimi rolls his eyes playfully, “Sir Jackie laughed when he realized it was me, then even harder when you said your last name, I wasn’t that worried.” His hand goes to mine, his thumb smoothing over my skin.

“We got yelled at.”

“And I'm sure it won’t be the last time we do.” He shrugs, “I think it was worth it.”

My eyes widen, “I do too! Fuck, of course I do- you’re a great kisser.” I blush the longer I talk, only inflating Kimi’s ego and making him laugh.

“The only thing is… George has a big mouth.” I groan, knowing what he’s going to say, “So don’t be surprised if the guys say anything.”

“Me!?” I let out a laugh, “They’re gonna roast you alive.” His nose scrunches, like he’s already anticipating the jokes.

Kimi squeezes my hand, pulling me into a hug. I’m still in the hoodie that smells like salt air and his cologne, his arms around me so tight that I hope he never lets go.

He does, unfortunately, about the same time that footsteps come pounding down the hallway.

It’s Ollie and Lando, they’re both out of breath and grinning like maniacs. “You two-” Ollie gasps, his hands on his knees, “Almost got arrested while making out!?”

Lando laughs harder now, not making it any easier for him to breathe, “This is the best news… I've ever heard!”

I groan, looking at the boys, “Fucking George! How did he get out of Toto’s office so fast?”

Lando laughs in our faces, “George? Sir Jackie Stewart told us!”

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megalony · 2 months ago

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I'm Your Hubby

This is a new Evan Buckley imagine based on a little idea I had and a spin-off from an Eddie imagine I did a while back.

I hope you will all like it, any feedback would be lovely. I am hoping to do a follow up to this one soon.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: Evan feels like his world is falling apart when his wife is involved in an accident and they face the risk of having their next baby premature. But Evan doesn't know what to do when complications arise.

Enjoy.

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Evan lifted his head from looking down at his phone when he felt a boot nudging his leg. He looked opposite him to find Chimney looking at him with one of those sideways grins and his head tilted to one side towards the window.

"Important phone call?" He pointed down to Evan's phone that he had noticed him checking for the last fifteen minutes since their last emergency had finished.

The team had been on their way back to the station until dispatch called through and diverted them to a traffic accident. Now they were en-route to their next call and while Evan had a few minutes spare, he had been scrolling through his phone and checking on something.

A small grin took over Evan's features but he shook his head while he stuffed his phone back down into his pocket.

"(Y/n) took Jesse to the doctors this morning, just wondering how it went." He looked out the window to check whereabouts they were and if they were getting out yet. He wasn't exactly expecting a phone call, he was just hoping (Y/n) would text him soon and let him know what the doctor said.

"She okay?" It was Eddie who perked up this time and looked over at Evan with that smile that hid the concern in his eyes.

"Just a chest infection, well we think so anyway. We were up most of the night with her." Evan had stayed up most of the night with Jesse last night because the four year old was coughing and grumbling and starting to get a temperature. She couldn't settle and she barely slept and with how croaky her breathing was, Evan guessed she had an infection. Which was why (Y/n) was taking her to the doctor this morning.

He could feel the truck slowing down and the telltale sound of distant police and ambulance sirens gave away that this was going to be a big call. It was a good job that Hen was driving the ambulance behind them.

"You'd better get used to it, how long until the due date?"

The look on Evan's face changed into a smirk as he lowered his head and hid his expression behind his hand that dragged along his mouth and jaw. He didn't even need to think to answer that question. He was always on countdown towards (Y/n)'s due dates.

"Nine weeks. You'll all have to deal without me in two months." It made Evan's stomach bubble up with adrenaline to think that in two months, he would be going on leave and waiting for his fourth baby to be born. He couldn't wait.

The sleepless nights and constant waking during the night didn't bother Evan, considering he had a warped sleep pattern with working a mixture of days and nights at the station. And Chrissy wasn't sleeping through the night yet she was often waking up at some point or trying to get up at the break of dawn, so it wasn't like his and (Y/n)'s sleep schedules had gone back to normal yet.

"Four kids, man you're like a rabbit you know that?"

Evan bit down on his lower lip as he took the headset off and unclipped his belt but he couldn't stop his smirk from broadening. He was used to Eddie making little comments and jokes and he knew it was all in jest. After all, Evan was married to Eddie's sister, making them brothers.

He shrugged his shoulders as he stood up and moved towards the door. "What, I got baby fever."

He clambered down from the truck and flexed his hands at his sides as he looked around. This looked like a bit of a mess. At least two cars had crashed, two others had swerved to avoid the collision. There were a lot of people gathered around, sitting on the pavement, stood behind the police who were trying to provide crowd control.

He waited for Eddie who walked over to him with a medic bag slung on his shoulder and a deep breath like he was expecting this to be a long call out.

The pair of them left the truck while Chimney made a beeline for Hen so they could both get the gurney. There looked to be a few people who needed medical assistance and maybe more who would need a hospital trip.

But when Evan and Eddie aimed for Bobby, a wave of unease washed over them both. Evan didn't like that look on his Captain's face.

Bobby suddenly looked anxious, he looked drained as if all the colour had washed right out of him and left him pale and grey. His eyes were bleak and the way his lips were twitching looked like he was finding it hard to control himself and stay calm.

"Buck, stand down and wait by the truck please."

That was enough to have the skin prickling on the back of Evan's neck and a shudder tore through every inch of him as he started to shake his head. His jaw loosened and his lips parted into an oval shape, but no words left his lips for a few moments as he stared in confusion.

What had he done? Why was he being sent to the truck like a naughty child? He hadn't done anything wrong, Bobby hadn't been off with him like this on their last call. Had he acted wrong in some way on that call?

"You're benching me? Bobby…" His fingers began to twitch and curl at his sides as he vibrated like he was buzzing with too much energy.

He took three steps closer until Bobby held a stern hand out and gripped his shoulder, preventing him from getting any closer to the scene. What the Hell was going on? He didn't like this at all.

"(Y/n)'s involved."

Evan wasn't sure if Bobby said anything else after that because a horrible ringing started to sound in his ears. He felt Eddie's hand clench around his upper arm but his blood was running cold as his heart started to pound and ache against his ribs.

No. His wife wasn't here. She wasn't caught up in any accident or this kind of mess. She would be at home right now, enjoying a day off work while the kids were at school. There was no reason for her to be-

"Jesse, s-she's out with Jesse." The words barely got past Evan's lips before he was shaking Eddie's hand off his shoulder and pushing his way past Bobby.

His hand slammed down and whacked into Bobby's arm before the Captain had chance to push him back or stop him from getting towards his family. Evan knew his eldest was in school, he knew Becca would have been dropped off this morning.

But his middle daughter would be with (Y/n). The four year old would be with (Y/n) right now rather than in nursery because she had her doctor's appointment half an hour ago. Did that mean (Y/n) had Chrissy with her too? Did she have their two year old with her or had she asked someone to watch Chrissy this morning?

Were two of his three daughters involved in this mess? Were they hurt? Were his girls okay?

Evan bolted before hands could grab at him and no one got to stop him before he rounded the mess of smashed up cars and saw people scattered about on the road. A mixture of medics, emergency responders and people needing treatment.

But his eyes only set on one person. He recognised that hair. That soft skin. Those same leggings he'd seen her get into this morning. That burgendy button-up shirt that happened to belong to him. And those army green trainers that were also Evan's because her ankles had swollen up to the point she couldn't wear most of her own shoes anymore.

That was his wife.

A tortured sound clawed at the back of his throat and he fought against the hands that suddenly locked around his arms and tried to pull him back. He writhed, bending his knees and shoving his weight forward so they couldn't drag him away.

He was glad to fling his arms behind him and get them all to let go of him, whichever team members had been holding him back. He hadn't noticed and he didn't particularly care, he just wanted to get to his family.

His sights had set on (Y/n) but he veered a few feet to the right when another familiar sight caught his attention.

The stroller.

His feet scraped the floor as he twisted to the right and crashed down to his knees in front of the stroller.

Jesse was sat on the tarmac in front of the stroller she should have been strapped into. Tears were blotched down her face, her lips were parted into a loud wail and she was croaking through her cries. But the moment the four year old looked at Evan, she held her arms out and screamed.

"Daddy!"

"Hey, ooh baby I gotcha." Evan could barely hear himself speak as he rasped for breath and coiled Jesse into his chest.

He tried his best not to hold her too tightly or crush her against his chest in case he hurt her, but she deadlocked her arms around his neck and clung to him. She wasn't unconscious. She wasn't bleeding out. She wasn't in dire need of being transported to the hospital. Those were all good signs.

His hand cradled the back of Jesse's head and his lips attached to the side of her temple as he tried to regain his breaths back.

He could feel himself trembling as he looked over at the medic who was crouched down beside the stroller where Chrissy was still strapped in. The two year old was crying her eyes out and looked distressed, but she didn't look hurt or in any sort of agony. Another good sign.

Evan almost jumped when he felt a careful hand on his shoulder and suddenly Chimney was crouched down beside him. He knew Bobby had sent Chimney over here to be with the girls. He was their uncle, they would calm down for him if Evan had to go and be with (Y/n). At least they would have a family member with them to calm them down.

"Baby, I'm gonna go look after mummy, you stay with uncle Chim, okay?" Evan wasn't sure how he managed to get through his words, but it killed him to have to reach behind him and uncurl her arms from around his neck.

He hated the way she cried and sniffed and shook her head and clearly didn't want to let him go. He hated having to let Chimney reach out and pick her up to cuddle her and calm her down while he shuffled back.

He found himself muttering "I won't be long," and he wiped his eyes with his sleeve before he stumbled to find (Y/n) again.

Eddie was already there. Of course he was. He wasn't going to let anyone else look after his little sister. He wanted to help her.

Evan wasn't sure if it was a good sign that (Y/n) was sitting up or not when he got to her. She didn't look well when he got closer. Her eyes couldn't stay in focus and her head kept lolling back and forth while her body shook and her arms were encased to her chest.

He could hear Bobby asking through the radio for extra back up. The team would have to transport (Y/n), they were her family. And someone was going to have to stay and look after the girls and go and collect Becca from school this afternoon. That meant they would need more assistance down here at the scene to clear up and help the other victims.

Evan felt like his throat was made of sandpaper and his windpipe was being crushed when he went down harshly on his knees beside (Y/n).

Without thinking twice he reached out for her, both hands cupping her face so he could carefully tilt her head back so they were looking at one another. He could see Eddie had one hand on her upper back to keep her sitting up and to support her while his other hand held the stethoscope over her chest.

"Baby, baby look at me," Desperation clung to his words as his thumbs glided across her cheek and lips to try and rouse her and get her eyes to focus on him, but she couldn't.

Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head and the only thing keeping her from flopping backwards was Evan's hold on her face and neck and Eddie's hand on her back.

"Who fucking hit her?" Evan's eyes scoured around the scene, wondering how on Earth any driver could crash into her. A pregnant woman crossing the street with her children- on a pedestrian crossing no less.

He watched Eddie barely lift his head as he spat "A drunk." underneath his breath and ticked his head to where Athena was currently breathalising someone.

Evan found himself smothering his lips against (Y/n)'s temple for a moment or two while he watched Eddie reach down for (Y/n)'s right wrist. And when Evan tilted his head down, he could feel his stomach churning at the sight.

Her right wrist was broken badly enough that the bone was poking through the skin. She would need surgery to put it back in place.

"Lay her down, she's gonna pass out either way." Eddie couldn't hold up his sister and assess her at the same time, and it was clear that she was going to pass out. They may as well lay her down and try and keep her comfortable before they got her ready to transport.

Evan did as he was told, moving his hands to (Y/n)'s sides as he shuffled to kneel behind her so she could lay with her head and shoulders on his lap. As soon as she was reclined, her head lolled against his knee and her muscles lost the tension they had been holding. She was unconscious.

When Eddie lifted her shirt and pressed the heel of his hands up and down her sides, he felt one or two broken ribs, but her pelvis was in tact which was more than he could have hoped for right now. His eyes briefly locked with Evan and he felt a wave of trepadition when he started to check her abdomen.

He didn't want to be doing this. Eddie didn't want to be assessing his little sister and checking her pregnancy, especially not with Evan sat there watching him like a hawk. This shouldn't be happening. (Y/n) shouldn't be someone they were helping on their calls. She shouldn't be laid here in turmoil and agony with a list of injuries.

It wasn't right.

Eddie had to roll his lips together into a very thin line to stop from grimacing or making a face. He couldn't feel the baby moving, but they weren't in the usual position either which was a bad sign. He pressed his fingertips around her abdomen, but it was hard to tell whether she had any internal bleeding or a possible hernia or rupture with the baby in the way.

"Baby's moved, I don't know what internal injuries she might have." He couldn't look up as he spoke, he just couldn't look and see those broken, puppy dog eyes of Evan's that would make Eddie's composure break and have him in tears.

He pressed the stethoscope back to his ears and started trying to listen for a fetal heartbeat. He could feel Evan leaning in close like he thought getting closer would allow him to hear the heartbeat too. He wouldn't be able to handle any bad news right now. He wouldn't be able to cope if Eddie told him there was no heartbeat in there.

"It's low, but there." It was so low Eddie could barely hear it, and the pulse was weak. "Hen we gotta go!"

His arm waved out at his side to flag Hen down and motion to the gurney. They needed to transport (Y/n) now, before anything happened or her condition started to deteriorate.

Eddie shuffled back and let Hen and Evan get (Y/n) set up on the gurney. It was clear that Evan wasn't moving an inch away from his wife for anything and it made Eddie have a horrible feeling in his gut. If (Y/n) needed to be assessed or God forbid go for surgery, they might have to sedate Evan to get him to part from her.

"Alright, Hen drive the ambulance, you two go with (Y/n). Me and Chimney will bring the girls in the truck and make sure they get assessed once he arrive. Go."

Everyone moved as fast as they could but Eddie couldn't stop looking over at his brother in law as opposed to looking down at his sister. Evan looked like he was about to break apart into tiny fragments. He didn't look like he was going to keep this shaky composure for much longer, and that was worrisome.

But at least Evan seemed to be still on the job and his mind seemed to be glued to the moment because once they were in the ambulance, Evan was already setting about placing an oxygen mask over (Y/n)'s nose and lips. And he clipped a monitor onto her finger and was searching around for an IV and some fluids.

Reaching over, Eddie gently reeled up (Y/n)'s left sleeve and swabbed the crease of her elbow so Evan could stick the plasters to her elbow and insert the cannula.

He watched his brother in law for a second or two, noting the tender look in his fragile eyes, the panic displayed on his face which mingled in with determination. The way Evan held his breath every few seconds and how he dared to try and brush his finger along (Y/n)'s cheek as if they were in a tender moment at home and not swaying about in the back of an ambulance.

Eddie spoke up after a second or two of silence. "She's thirty-one weeks, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Good, that's good odds for a preemie."

Evan's head snapped up and his features creased into a frown as he watched Eddie nod to himself and go about trying to assess (Y/n)'s damaged wrist.

What was he doing? What was he talking about? Something fierce burned within Evan's gut and swelled through his chest as he glanced down at (Y/n)'s stomach. They didn't know that she would have to have the baby today or tomorrow or even this week. They didn't know what kind if impact she had suffered or how bad her internal injuries were. They couldn't have the baby now unless it was absolutely necessary and certain that there was no other option.

"Wh- no. No that's not good, she can't-"

"Buck, the trauma isn't good for either of them and if the heartbeat stays low or she has internal injuries, you won't have a choice. Babies at this stage can survive, you have a chance."

Eddie knew this was hard to think about, he didn't want to think of his sister having a preemie baby at this stage. What it would mean for the baby, the complications that could happen in the future, the long stay in the hospital. It was an awful thing to contemplate, but it was necessary.

The doctors wouldn't let (Y/n) stay in this state if the baby's heartbeat didn't improve and they stayed in distress. They would take her for a C-section if they had to, and Eddie was betting that it would turn out like that. He hoped it would. (Y/n) would have a swift recovery if she had the baby now and her body didn't have to fight for the both of them.

The growl that vibrated in Evan's chest seemed to stump the conversation, so the pair of them stayed in silence.

Evan reached down and interlaced his fingers with (Y/n)'s good hand and he began running his other hand up and down her arm while he sat down and let his knees nervously bump into the edge of the gurney. But his body jerked and he almost screamed when (Y/n)'s hand suddenly squeezed his and a groan bubbled past her lips.

He lifted his hand from running up and down her arm to carding his fingers through her hair instead and he leaned in close until his lips were hovering against her cheek.

"You're okay, baby, it's okay." He peppered a few soft kisses against her cheek and continued to shakily run his fingers through her hair.

And he tried gently hushing and squeezing her hand to try and prompt (Y/n) to stay still. Moving around right now could do more harm than good and add to any internal injuries she may or may not have.

He was sure he heard her mumble "Girls," through a croaky breath and he squeezed her hand again as he hovered his lips over her ear.

"The girls are with Chimney, they're okay. I saw them, they're fine I promise."

"You let us worry about you and look after you, okay?" Eddie chipped in while he crouched down and tried to bandage a splint around (Y/n)'s wrist. He had already done a plastic strap just above her elbow to cut off the blood supply because the bone was breaking through the skin and he had no idea what veins or arteries had been severed.

At least (Y/n) still had some feeling and nerve response because her hand and wrist jerked and twitched in Eddie's hold when he began to roll the bandage around and around. Being as careful as he could not to touch or move the exposed bone that the doctors would have to deal with.

It took a lot of effort for (Y/n) to move her and Evan's entwined hands and tears welled up in his eyes when he felt her moving their hands to brush against her stomach.

"B-baby," She choked out while her eyelids fluttered, but only the whites of her eyes were exposed. She wasn't fully conscious and she was barely coherent.

"The baby's gonna be just fine." The words tasted like poison on Evan's tongue and his stomach clenched when he realised he might just have inadvertantly lied to his wife.

He had no idea if their fourth baby was going to be okay or not. He had no way of knowing that information yet, but there was a heartbeat and that was enough for now. He couldn't panic (Y/n) and tell her he didn't know or he wasn't sure what was going to happen. She just needed to know that their baby was alive. They couldn't ask for anything more and she wasn't coherent enough to discuss this information yet.

When Evan dared to look up and lock eyes with his brother in law, he found Eddie nodding curtly at him. Evan had done the right thing. They had to keep (Y/n) calm, panicking her wasn't going to get them anywhere. And he wasn't lying, at least not to their minimal knowledge.

***

"…I'll call you back." Eddie quickly hung up the phone and stuffed it into his back pocket when his eyes locked onto Evan walking towards the waiting area which was contained by the 118.

He had been on the phone to Maddie, who was graciously going to pick up Chris and then Becca from school and come down here to get Jesse and Chrissy, since both girls were waiting here. Chrissy was fast asleep in Chimney's arms and Jesse was sat idly tucked beneath Bobby's arm.

Maddie was going to take the kids home with her but as soon as Eddie had news and had seen his sister, he would go and watch over them all. He already had a plan in motion. He and Chris would spend the night at Evan's house so he could look after the girls and then in the morning they would find out what was going on and plan from there.

"What did they say?" Both Eddie's hands moved down to clamp around his hips and his foot began to tap against the floor out of anxious habit.

He had been on the phone to his parents as soon as he got to the hospital and he was supposed to call them back once he had any news. He would have to call up (Y/n)'s work and tell them that she wouldn't be going in for a while, and he didn't know if Evan wanted to be the one to explain to Becca what had happened or not. His eldest was eight, she might need Evan to explain and talk her through this rather than anyone else.

The rest of the team lifted their heads, suddenly alert and aware of a new situation unfolding and the prospect of getting some news about (Y/n). Evan had been gone for a while, talking to the doctor but none of them could tell whether that was a good sign or bad.

"Well?"

"Uh, three broken ribs, her wrist needed some pins drilled in, it almost shattered. Concussion but MRI showed no swelling or bleeding on the brain."

Evan's eyes were glassy and distant, almost as if his mind was somewhere else entirely, leaving his body a mere shell in this world.

That didn't sound too bad. They had all seen her wrist and figured surgery would be needed to fix that problem. No bleeding or swelling around the brain was a big relief, it meant no risk of further complications or brain damage or strokes. A few busted ribs was okay, at least it wasn't her spine or her pelvis or her legs.

"What about the baby?" Hen spoke the question that was playing on all their minds which no one wanted to ask.

None of them dared to voice queries or questions or prospects about the baby, they didn't dare in case it sent Evan spiralling. They thought it best to wait until he had spoken to the doctors and was told the best course of action and what would happen next.

"No internal bleeding or ruptures, so she's on monitoring but t- they're expecting to do a C-section. We have to wait and see."

Evan wasn't sure why he felt so unsettled and in despair when this wasn't technically bad news. They hadn't done a C-section yet because the baby's heartbeat had picked up and (Y/n) had no bad trauma to her abdomen. No bleeding, no ruptures and her blood pressure was coming down.

She was going to be on bed rest for a while so they thought they would wait and closely monitor her, but Evan had seen the look on the doctor's face. She didn't think it would be long before either (Y/n) or the baby went into distress. And he had been told if the baby's heartbeat dropped at all then they would prepare for a C-section. They couldn't have the baby in any distress or put a strain on (Y/n).

Evan had never cared for a premature baby, all three of their girls had been right around their due dates. But it seemed imminent that he would have to prepare for it this time.

It didn't look like it was going to be long before his fourth child would be born.

Tilting his head down, Evan attached his lips to the top of Chrissy's head while he ran his hand up and down her back. He cuddled her a bit closer to his chest, knowing she was settled enough that she would fall asleep for a nap soon.

He could feel his own eyes burning with the need to go to sleep, but he couldn't. Not yet.

He sighed into her hair as he slowly trudged down the corridor and made his way back towards (Y/n)'s room.

While Becca was at school and Jesse was at nursery, Evan decided that Chrissy could stay with him and (Y/n) at the hospital. Maddie and Eddie were looking after the girls in the evening and for the last two nights, Eddie and Chris had slept over at Evan's house so he could look after the girls. It meant Evan could stay with (Y/n) at the hospital for the time being.

They all knew that (Y/n) hated hospitals and being here on her own wasn't something she would cope with. And if something happened during the night, especially with the baby, then Evan wanted to be here.

"Okay baby, let's go see mummy." Evan murmured softly against Chrissy's head as they neared (Y/n)'s room.

He was glad to have Chrissy with him, he was glad to be able to cuddle her and sit with her through the day. It was helping (Y/n) too, she was sleeping a lot but when she was lucid she had one of her girls with her. It made up for being stuck in the hospital, unable to be with Becca and Jesse.

A tender look crossed Evan's face when he walked back into the room and nudged the door closed behind him.

He hadn't been gone long. While (Y/n) had fallen asleep, Evan decided to take Chrissy for a walk and they got something to eat from the shop downstairs. It seemed that in that time, Maddie had arrived.

She messaged Evan to say she was coming up to see (Y/n) for a while and she would take Chrissy back home with her so she could pick up all the girls from school, including Jee who was excited to be seeing her cousins every day.

"Hey," He murmured quietly as he rested his hand down on Maddie's shoulder when he passed her. She was sat in the chair he had previously occupied, sitting right beside the bed with a magazine in hand that Evan guessed she had brought for (Y/n).

"There you are, hi cutie." Maddie gently tugged on Chrissy's foot to try and get a smile out of her.

It had been hard for the last two nights to settle Chrissy. She had been constantly crying for her mum and dad, but the only consolation was Eddie. When she screamed for Evan, Eddie had picked her up and walked around the house with her, hushing and consoling her until she fell asleep.

Evan perched down on the side of the bed until his thigh bumped into (Y/n)'s leg and he was sat level with her knees, tilting so he was facing her. He leant back so Chrissy was sprawled out on his chest and he held her in one arm so he could stretch his other hand out and hold (Y/n)'s thigh.

She looked like she was waking up. Her head was slowly turning from side to side, rubbing against the pillow and her left hand was moving around the bed like she was searching for something in her sleep.

Evan knew she hadn't been happy when she came around from anaesthetic late the other night and realised that her right hand was strapped in a foam cast with a metal bar to keep it straight. And she hadn't been happy about a cannula in her left elbow which had irritated her to the point Evan feared she might rip it out.

Tilting his head down, Evan kissed the top of Chrissy's head again when he felt her breaths beginning to settle and he figured she was just about off to sleep.

He murmured a small "Hey baby," and began stroking his thumb along (Y/n)'s thigh when she opened her eyes.

He watched the wince cross (Y/n)'s face and he felt her shift and coil her knees up a little before she stretched her legs out again. If he didn't know any better he would have thought she couldn't get comfy, but Evan narrowed his eyes. There was something in her taut expression that made him think something else wasn't quite right.

"You okay?"

"Hurts."

Her response caused Evan to glance across at his sister with furrowed brows and unease pooling in his eyes. (Y/n) was on painkillers, not as strong as what Evan would have hoped considering the injuries and discomfort she had, but enough to take most of the pain away. She shouldn't be in any sort of pain or discomfort.

"What hurts baby? Hm, tell me?" His hand travelled higher from (Y/n)'s thigh to brush up and down her arm, but he stopped when (Y/n) reached her hand out. She held onto his wrist and pulled until she could hold his hand and coil it towards her chest like she wanted a hug.

(Y/n) coiled her cast wrist towards her chest too while she shuffled to try and turn so she was laying on her right side. Another grumble left her lips and Evan was sure she murmured "Just hurts," under her breath.

Maybe the meds were making her sleepy and she couldn't fathom whether she was just feeling general unease or whether she was actually in pain.

Evan hummed, a look of perplexion still on his face but when he tilted his head down, he froze. His blood ran cold and slithered down to his feet and his heart dropped to his stomach.

"Baby- baby let go." He wrangled his hand free from (Y/n)'s grip so he could cradle the back of Chrissy's head as he pushed up from the bed and leant towards his sister instead.

Maddie leaned back in her seat but quickly obliged and took her sleeping niece into her arms. She let Chrissy snuggle into her chest and tried to rock her up and down to keep her in this sleepy, docile state, but panic and paranoia flooded Maddie's face as she watched her brother in confusion.

What had he noticed? What caught his attention?

"Buck?" Apprehension flooded Maddie's voice, but Evan barely heard her, he was too focused on what he had seen.

He turned around so he was facing the bed, pressing his knees into the edge while he rested one hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder and gripped the sheet with the other. It was obscured and scrunched over her legs and waist, but Evan yanked it and tossed it down towards (Y/n)'s ankles.

What he saw turned his stomach.

Reaching out, Evan hit the emergency button behind the bed and leaned over (Y/n) until he was pressing on her back and he could cup her chin to tilt her head in his direction.

"Baby, open your eyes. Look at me, come on."

"Buck, wha-" The words got caught in Maddie's throat like a blockage when she leaned around him and saw what he was looking at.

The sheets were drenched in blood. (Y/n)'s gown was soaked along with her thighs. She was bleeding out, that was why she was hurting and why she was drowsy. She was haemorrhaging. This wasn't a good sign for her or the baby.

Evan thought it had been too good to be true that for two days, (Y/n) had been relatively okay and the baby had stayed settled and with a steady heartbeat. Now his world was going to crumble. Now there were going to be complications and his fears were coming true, this baby was going to be premature.

"Take Chrissy outside." Evan felt Maddie's hand squeeze his arm before she hurried out. Neither of them wanted Chrissy to wake up and realise something was wrong with her mum. They didn't need the toddler panicking and getting upset.

Reaching over, Evan carefully held onto (Y/n)'s shoulder and waist and slowly turned her over so she was laying on her back again. He started to brush his thumb along her jaw while he hit the emergency button again. She was going to need surgery, he could feel it in his gut. Their baby was going to be born this afternoon.

Agony flooded his eyes as he watched (Y/n) writhe and seem to come around. She clutched her hand around Evan's wrist, seemingly desperate to do the same with her other hand but it was bound in a cast which (Y/n) flopped down against her chest in anguish.

"It hurts… babe it hurts," Her chin tilted down and her forehead pressed into Evan's forearm as she whimpered and cried out.

"I know, I know baby just keep breathing for me, it's alright. We're gonna get this sorted I promise."

The feeling of Evan's lips against her temple was soothing and his voice flooded her ears as she tried to focus on him instead of whatever was causing the agony she felt. And she brought her knees up towards her stomach as much as she could while she dug her nails into Evan's arm and breathed in his scent.

"Don't leave me."

"I'm not going to, baby. I'm not leaving you, I promise."

Evan's lips attached to her temple again while he closed his eyes tight, desperate to shut out the tears threatening to flood down his face. He wasn't going anywhere until someone physically restrained him and stopped him from following his wife into surgery or wherever they would take her for this. He was staying right here for as long as he could.

He could feel each shallow breath (Y/n) took and when she started to cry and whimper, it was as if Evan's heart was either yearning to reach out and take her or impale itself on his ribs to stop the agony he felt for her.

What was happening?

***

The stinging, burning sensation building up behind Evan's eyes was starting to irritate him, but he couldn't do anything about it. It was a telltale sign that his body was starting to suffer from lack of sleep, but his mind wasn't going to let him catch a few minutes, let alone a few hours of sleep right now.

He had barely slept all week since the accident. He had been too worried to sleep when (Y/n) had been taken into emergency surgery just after lunch. He sat in her empty room, mute and disassociating.

He went from pacing the room to sitting with Chrissy while Maddie rang Chimney and Eddie to let them know what was happening. And when she finally left to get the rest of the girls, Evan let himself wallow and silently cry while he waited for news.

Now he was waiting again. Waiting for (Y/n) to come around from the anaesthesia and the high dose of medication they had put her on.

He ran a tired hand up and down his face before he shuffled forward, perching on the very edge of the chair so he could be as close to (Y/n) as possible without lying on top of her.

His left hand entwined with hers and his right hand began to smooth up and down her arm. He had been sitting to (Y/n)'s left holding her hand for a good half an hour now and he had lost count of how long she had been back in the room since the surgery. He just waited.

Usually silence didn't sit well with Evan, he was normally too pent up and hyped and overactive to just sit down for a long period of time like this. But right now, all Evan could do was sit and wait, and he was too drained to feel bored or unsettled.

He brought (Y/n)'s hand up so he could kiss the back o her hand and he closed his eyes for a few seconds as he tried to calm down his raging thoughts.

How was he going to tell her?

Part of Evan was glad that it was taking (Y/n) so long to come around from the anaesthesia because he didn't know how he was going to explain any of this to her.

She had barely been lucid the past two days when they had to explain that she had been in an accident.

But this time, when (Y/n) woke up she was going to realise that her stomach wasn't the same as before. She wasn't pregnant anymore. She had gone for an emergency C-section, she lost a lot of blood and the baby's heartbeat dropped, there hadn't been any other choice.

He doubted it was going to go down well when he explained to (Y/n) that their fourth baby had already been born- something she was never going to recall- and was now in the neonatal unit.

They had their first baby boy after three girls, and Evan couldn't look at him without crying. He was too small to fit in the palm of Evan's hands. There was an oxygen tube taped up his nose, an IV line in his paper thin skin and a feeding tube going through the umbilical cord. He could barely be seen due to all the wires and lights and Evan had never seen such a tiny nappy taped around his boy.

He doubted (Y/n) was going to take this news well and having their baby now meant that the next month or more was going to be spent coming down to the hospital every day to see their boy. He wasn't going to be coming home for a while.

Evan found himself wandering in his thoughts for a little while, but his eyes snapped open and jolts coursed through his blood when he felt a sudden squeeze around his hand. (Y/n) was starting to wake up.

"Hey, there's my girl." He spoke softly as he pressed a few kisses against the back of her hand and wrist.

He watched (Y/n)'s head twist from side to side like she was moving in slow motion and her hand twitched in his grip as she groaned and started to move.

Eagerness and anticipation flooded Evan's eyes when (Y/n)'s eyes finally fluttered open. She looked drowsy. She looked as rough as he felt and he figured she wouldn't be feeling at her best right now. (Y/n) was allergic to morphine, something Evan had told almost every nurse who came into the room when they tried to assess her medication and pain levels.

Due to this, they had put her on a different remedy of pain medication and Evan figured those, combined with the anaesthetic was going to make (Y/n) feel like she had been hit by a train and submerged to the bottom of the ocean. It would take a while for her to adjust to the meds she was going to be on for the next few days, possibly even a week or more.

Now that (Y/n) was waking up, Evan suddenly felt too far away. He pushed up from his chair and shifted to sit down on the side of the bed next to her instead. He glided his fingertips up and down her arm and moved their entwined hands to rest on his lap. And before he could stop himself, Evan was leaning over and peppering kisses against (Y/n)'s temple.

"There we go," Evan murmured softly as he glided the back of his fingers down (Y/n)'s cheek and along the side of her neck.

He couldn't stop the slight trembling that set in his system when (Y/n)'s eyes started to open. She looked like she had been sleeping for weeks and it seemed to be hard for her to try and focus. Her eyes kept rolling to the back of her head which tilted back into the pillow and she hummed and groaned at the same time.

"How do you feel?"

"Hm, drunk," (Y/n) looked as if she wanted to smile, but she couldn't keep her eyes open long enough to look at Evan.

He managed a smile at her words and the quiet, sing-song tone to her voice. If he didn't know any better he might have wondered if she had been drinking. His thumb started to glide across the back of her hand and Evan's smile changed into a delicate grin when he felt (Y/n) raise their joined hands near her chest.

She seemed to open her eyes and Evan wondered what crossed her mind when her blurred eyes looked at their joined hands and she let out a croaky huff that seemed like she was trying to laugh.

"I… I'm married, mister. My h- my hubby won't like you doing that." (Y/n) rolled their joined hands from side to side and she audibly gasped when Evan leaned down to kiss her cheek.

"I know, it's okay. I'm your hubby."

"Oh, good. You're cute." She grinned like a schoolgirl and flopped her cheek against the pillow so her head was aiming in Evan's direction, but she looked like she was about to fall asleep again.

She was definitely out of it with the combination of meds she had been given. Evan doubted he would be able to get a proper conversation out of her but even if he did, she probably wouldn't remember what they spoke about.

That thought set a dampener on Evan's system and his smile morphed into a pitiful frown.

He squeezed (Y/n)'s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her skin in a vain attempt to try and calm himself down while a single tear trickled down his face. He still had to wait to talk things through with her. He still had to explain everything and hope that (Y/n) would understand and that he could do something to calm her down when she knew everything that had happened.

Evan knew she wasn't going to react well when he explained how she had already had the baby and that he was down in the neonatal unit.

But that wasn't the news he was afraid to tell her.

Evan didn't want to be the one to explain that (Y/n) had needed to go for surgery in the first place because she had suffered a rupture in her uterus. And the only way they could repair the damage and the bleeding was to do a hysterectomy.

She wouldn't be able to have anymore children.

#imagine #911 imagine #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #pregnant! reader #evan buckley imagine #buck x reader #buck imagine

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clouji · 1 month ago

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Don't get high with Hamzah. He will strip you naked.

+ fwb!hamzah x reader, smoking weed, drinking, making out

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“Y/N why is this couch shaped like a L but feels like a circle?”Martin laughs as he sits across two pillows, a beer in one hand and his socks half-off.

Hamzah breathes from the opposite end, a vape pen attached to his fingertips. “That's how you know it's a good living room. Everyone ends up touching their knees, no matter they like it or not.”

You laughed, sitting crossed legs on the floor, back against the couch, sipping just juice with a splash of vodka. Claire texting between sips of her drink. Mandy is next to her, wrapped up with Martin like a cat.

And of course, Chase is in the kitchen arguing with the air fryer.

“I'm still laughing about what Hamzah and I did few days ago,” Martin says, chuckling.

Mandy answers. “What happened?.”

Hamzah just grins, eyes low. He already knows where this is going.

Martin jabs a finger toward him. “All I gotta say is, Don't get high with Hamzah. He will strip you naked.”

Everyone laughs.

Even Claire drops her phone. “I knew something happened!”

“Bro you're making it sound weird,” Hamzah says, without even denying it.

“It's not my fault people like Martin can't handle my aura.”

You keep your face blank. Sips your drink.

You shouldn't be thinking on what happened that night. Or every other night. Or the times it didn’t even need weed. Just one look, a single touch of his hand when no one was looking.

Martin’s still talking. Something about how he ended up in just his boxers watching Love Island with Mandy at 2am. Everyone’s laughing.

Except you.

And Hamzah.

You felt his eyes on you–quick, tense, and gone like it had never happened.

You knew it too well. The kind of knowing that burned under skin and behind closed doors.

⏭️

Everyone's about to leave. Claire and Mandy saying their goodbyes to the cats. Martin drags Chase out of the kitchen, still mid-rant about his overcooked fries. Hamzah stayed like he's just the helpful friend staying to clean up.

Which he is...... kind of.

Hamzah throws a pillow back onto the couch and kicks his feet up as if the party had never stopped.

“Wanna see something crazy?” he says.

You raise a brow. “If that's some stupid shit Hamzah, You're leaving.”

He smiled, reaching something on his pocket and pulling out a half-used joint in a crusty Altoids tin. "Look what Martin and I didn't finish."

You laugh. “So you just have it with you the whole time and didn't say anything?.”

“But I wanted to smoke with you,” he says, “so let's finish it.”

You roll your eyes, but take a hit when he hands it to you. The smoke is nice and warm, quickly taking into your body. He's already leaning back and exhaling like if it's some kind of spiritual experience.

“You really stripped that man on 4/20?” you ask, laughing.

Hamzah chuckles. “He said he was hot. I said prove it."

“Dumbass.”

He smiles at you, lazy. “You scared I’ll try it on you?”

You start to cough a little. "I am not scared. You'd have to earn it."

“Oh word?” he says, puts down the joint into a nearby cup.

And then he moves closer.

Not too much. Just enough, his leg brushing yours, his hand ghosting along your collarbone, every movement tight with the things he couldn’t say. He craved you, and it was killing him to pretend he didn’t.

“Prove it,” you say.

He leans in slowly, as if everything is still a joke. But when his lips meet yours warm and slow—it feels like a stab to your chest.

The kiss starts soft.

It doesn't stay that way.

Your legs twitch. His hand slips gently to your waist. You pull off his hoodie, and he smiles gently against your mouth.

“Still not scared?” he murmurs, lips brushing your mandible.

“Shut up,” you responded back, grabbing him again.

His hoodie slips off. Yours comes next. Nothing special. You already know how this works. He throws your shirt off. The tips of his fingers trace the border of your waistband

The smoke still swirls in the air. Everything still smells like weed, perfume, and snacks.

His mouth meets yours again. Impatient. A bit familiar.

This is how it has always been–hot, hungry, and temporary.

Nobody knows about this.

And that is the fun of it.

💟

#hamzahthefantastic #hamzah fluff #hamzah x you #hamzahthefanatasticxreader #hamzah x y/n #hamzah imagines #hamzah fic #hamzah x reader #hamzahsmut #slushynoobz #clouji

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clockwayswrites · 3 months ago

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Danny/Wally/Dick, Black, Solstice, petrichor @heeppo888

I'm not saying this is actually a sequel to Not Exactly Cinderella, because I don't have time to write that right now, but if I were writing that, this would be part of it.

“Danny! Hey babe!” Wally chirped into the phone.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dick could see Wally bound past the door, a shirt trailing behind him. Dick figured he’d have to go help Wally pack as soon as he had his own bag dealt with. Dick loved Wally very much, but even he could admit that getting Wally ready and out the door for something could be a fight.

“What? No, hey, absolutely not. That’s the opposite of what we’ll be doing!” Wally continued, sounding increasingly agitated.

Agitated enough that Dick gave up on packing and went to track down his boyfriend. He leaned against the door frame to the bathroom and caught Wally’s eyes in the mirror.

“Danny isn’t feeling well,” Wally explained as he turned. “He says we shouldn’t head up because he’s not going to be any fun to hang out for the next few days.”

“Well we’re not doing that,” Dick said.

“That’s what I told him!”

“Finishing packing,” Dick said as he held out a hand for the phone, which Wally passed to him before grabbing his razor and heading back to the bedroom. “Danny? What’s wrong, honey? Do you have a fever? Are you throwing up?”

“No,” Danny croaked. He really did sound horrible. It made Dick’s heart ache. “Well, probably not throwing up because I’m not risking eating.”

“Sore throat? Aches?”

“It’s not a bug,” Danny said. “Just, got some chronic stuff. Usually not a big issue, but guess I’m having a flair up? I wanted to call before you two left to come up here and wasted your weekend.”

“You expect us to just stay here when you’re sick?”

“Yeah?” Danny asked. He sounded confusedly certain of that.

“Yeah, no,” Dick said. “We come up that way so that we can take care of you. It’s no fun being sick alone.”

“Dick—”

“Send Wally a list of what you sort of food you can usually stomach and we’ll hit up the grocery too.”

“Dick—”

“Do you have heating pads? Oh, or what about an electric blanket?”

“Dick!” Danny interrupted before descending into a coughing fit.

Dick chewed on his lip as he kept quiet.

Finally Danny started again. “Dick, you two really don’t need to waste your weekend on this.”

“Danny, be honest with me, would it make it easier to have Wally and me there to help with food and things? Or would it even just make you feel better to have us there to snuggle?”

Danny was quiet for a really long time before he managed a quiet “yeah.”

“Okay, then we’re coming your way.”

“I won’t be up sex or anything,” Danny warned, like that made a difference.

“Pretty sure we’ll survive without sex for a weekend,” Dick said, trying not to be too sarcastic. Danny was sick, it wasn’t the time to make him feel bad for needing clarity. “Would you still want to go to the cabin? Or would you feel better staying home?”

“Not sure I’m up to packing, but the cabin would be nice…”

“We’ll pack stuff from here, sweats, shirts, stupidly fluffy socks,” Dick said and headed back towards the bedroom. “We’ll just need to get underwear and medication from there. Hell, send me your size and we’ll grab underwear on the shopping run, never can have too much underwear.”

“He’s not wrong!” Wally called, loud enough to be heard by Danny.

“You’re ridiculous,” Danny said, but there was finally a little bit of an uplift to his tone.

“That I am!”

#dp x dc #Danny/Dick/Wally #not exactly cinderella

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lyrefromthesea · 1 year ago

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Male pillars x reader - bringing them their favourite food.

author's note: due to a comment I've received on an earlier post, i'll not write for Muichiro anymore. i've stated before that i do not write sexual content for minors, nor do i engage in writing romantic relationships including them. everything i've written for him was seen as a platonic relationship between him and the reader. since my statement fell in deaf ears, i've decided to leave him out completely. i do not feel comfortable mentioning him in my posts anymore, my deepest apologies.

request: how would the pillars react to receiving their favourite food from you?

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

Tengen:

you were standing in the kitchen, whistling to yourself. today had been good so you decided to make your husband a little treat.

the market had been rather full, but you walked through the crowd and bought the ingredients you needed for his favourite dish.

seaweed. rice. and already prepared fugu. it had taken quite some time to find it, but you did it nonetheless.

standing in the kitchen, you had already made a plate of fugu sushi. at least that's what you thought. when you turned around to place another piece on the plate, it looked like there was one missing. have you forgotten one?

placing your finished piece on the plate, you turned around to make more. finally, you would be finished-

and another one was gone.

"Tengen! stop stealing the fugu sushi!" you scolded, not surprised when you heard quiet footsteps behind you. he wasn't a shinobi for nothing.

"sorry, darling. you looked so flamboyant, i didn't want to interrupt you!" he answered, wrapping muscular arms around you. a laugh escaped you, feeling him place his chin on the top of your hair.

"have i ever told you that you're the best?" he teased, finally freeing you from his embrace.

"i already know, that's why we're married."

Obanai:

you placed a bowl of tororo konbu right in front of him, telling him that you tried your best. naturally, he thanked you, but he didn't dive in like you would've expected him to do.

"what's wrong?" you asked, wondering if you had messed up the dish. it was your first time making it, perhaps you had missed a step or overcooked something.

"i.. could you maybe..?" Obanai asked, he appeared much more timid than usual. you tried understanding what was wrong.

seeing his finger brush against his mask, you understood, he still felt insecure about his face. you hadn't been in a relationship for long, he probably needed time to get used to this. "of course."

"just know that i would never judge you for what i see." you added, placing a kiss on his temple. truthfully, you were saddened about his request, but you wanted to give him the time he needed.

Obanai, on the other hand, was touched by your words. his meal long forgotten, he stood up, taking your hands in his.

"we should marry."

you looked at him, first shocked, and then you started laughing. perhaps he overreacted just a bit, but who could blame him?

Rengoku:

sweet potatoes. so many sweet potatoes.

when you've told Rengoku you could cook his favourite dish in the near future, he had been incredibely happy about it.

he came back with a load of sweet potatoes the next day, his whole head nearly dissapearing behind the amounts of the root vegetable he had bought.

now, another day later, you put miso soup and sweet potatoes for two on the table, smiling at your enthusiastic husband. he had offered to help you the whole time, which eventually led you to ban him from the kitchen.

he nearly devoured the dish as soon as you were sat on the opposite side of the table. it made you chuckle, seeing him swallow the huge bite he took down.

"umai!"

"you've outdone yourself, i'm glad i brought some sweet potatoes home!" he brightly smiled, earning another laugh from you. some sweet potatoes?

"Kyojuro, you brought a ton of them home." you countered, pointing at the rest of the potatoes you've put on the counter for now. "that will probably be enough for a month worth of miso soup with sweet potatoes!"

"sounds good, don't you think?"

Sanemi:

Sanemi plopped down on the engawa, letting out a heavy sigh. training had been rather hard, but he needed to stay fit. nevertheless, his muscles ached and he could really take a break.

he debated over going inside, he trained enough. a shower wouldn't hurt, he was sweating, dampened hair was sticking to his forehead. the man sighed, standing up to finally move inside.

however, when he saw you standing right behind him, he froze. you were looking up at him with wide eyes, as if you tried surpising him. he looked down at your hands - you were holding something - only now realizing that he had been right. you did try to surpise him.

he looked at the plate in your hands, it was filled with ohagi. his favourite food. his eyes moved back to your face, watching you tilt your head.

"it's for you." you told him, tilting your head to the side. "let's go inside, you've trained enough." you smiled, nodding towards the door. he nodded, following you into the kitchen. you placed the ohagi down on the counter, watching him slowly take one.

"you didn't have to." he said, already having bitten into the one in his hand. you chuckled at his words, he had nearly eaten the ohagi with one bite, yet he claimed he didn't need any.

"i needed a reason to get you away from training." you admitted, a sly smile on your face. but both of you knew he would've listened to you no matter what.

"i would've stopped anyways." he answered, placing the ohagi he had picked up to the side. he came closer, watching your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"what? why?" you asked, not questioning why he came closer. in a matter of seconds, you were in his arms, your eyes squeezing shut in disbelief.

"i wanted to shower." he smirked, basically squishing his sweaty body against yours. you let out a whine, trying to free yourself from his hug, but only managing to do so when he let go.

"great, now i can shower too!" you scolded, seeing him laugh to himself. he walked towards the bathroom, seemingly wanting to wash himself.

"let's eat the ohagi after you're finished."

Giyuu:

Giyuu didn't know what he had expected when he came home today, but he certainly didn't think it would be the smell of freshly cooked food.

no, scrap that. he was often greeted by the nice smell of a promising meal. this was different. it wasn't just any meal.

"welcome home, Giyuu." you greeted, watching him step into the kitchen. you looked content, already knowing that you would make him happy.

"are you hungry? i prepared something for you." you smiled, seeing him nod slowly. when you moved away from the table, his gaze wandered towards the bowls full of food.

your gaze was fixed on him, wanting to catch his reaction. he wasn't the type to voice his happiness, but you certainly caught the way he looked at the salmon daikon you made.

the lightest twitch of his eyebrows and the way his eyes narrowed showed his interest. he stared at the food for a moment, the quiet grumble of his stomach revealing how hungry he truly was.

but he didn't immediately start eating. instead he looked back at you, his gaze softening.

"i've got you this" he muttered, extending his hand towards you. you stared in awe, a small bag of your favourite sweets being placed in your hands.

"let's eat them for dessert, Giyuu."

Gyomei:

when you brought home the ingredients for takikomi gohan. you have wanted to surprise Gyomei with his favourite dish.

you stood in the kitchen, cutting the vegetables into small pieces, as you hummed to yourself. Gyomei should've been home in an hour, at least that's what you've thought.

"i'm home." you heard his deep voice call from the hallway. your head snapped up, looking at the ingredients and then towards the door. you wouldn't have enough time to put everything away. before you even had the chance to react, he already came through the door.

"..are those?" he stopped in the doorway, his head turning towards you. you knew he was blind, but his ability to detect your exact location surpised you ever so often.

the smell of his favourite food hung in the air, almost as if the world had wanted to ruin your surprise.

"i wanted to surprise you." you admitted, lowering your head. you knew he wouldn't be disappointed, but you've planned this since last week. he must've sensed your sadness, walking towards you and putting his hand over yours.

"i can help you, let's cook together." he offered, carefully taking the knife out of your hand. truthfully, you nearly objected, not wanting him to hurt himself, however, you nearly chuckled thinking of the large weapon he was wielding.

"let's call it a cooking date then." you smiled, opening the drawer to get a second knife.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #tengen uzui #tengen x reader #obanai iguro #obanai x reader #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #giyuu tomioka #giyuu x reader #gyomei himejima #gyomei x reader

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faithlia · 5 months ago

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✰ english ins't my first language!

summary: nothing more than Chris Sturniolo saying he wants to get you pregnant!

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, kink in reproduction, dirty talk.

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When Chris finishes sucking your pussy, his chin is shiny with cum and lubrication. You look down, even though your vision is a little blurry, and shiver when Chris gives your pussy a hot slap, deliberately. You whimper at the sensitivity and he trails wet kisses up your lower abdomen; your belly, which gives you goosebumps, as his hands follow the same path as his mouth; up to the hollow of your breasts, where he insists on sucking and squeezing your wet nipples.

You moan at all the teasing, and he reaches your neck and kisses up to the corner of your mouth to say: "It's my turn now." Before you can realize it, Chris moves you like a rag doll. You're back on Chris's chest, feeling his cock poke your ass - but that changes when he pulls one of your legs up and has perfect access to your tortured pussy.

"Are you going to cum again for me, baby?" he whispers in your ear, and you shake your head urgently, turning to kiss his lips – which taste like yours. Chris returns the kiss with more heat, not caring if it's sloppy and even less when he moans into your mouth. During the hungry kiss, he moves his hand to his own cock, tilting the tip wet with pre-cum inside you. Your pussy throbs as he applies more pressure to your wet entrance, and you start to feel a familiar burning.

"Chris, wait", you say, parting your lips from his. Chris stops moving, but he's still almost inside you. "What's wrong?" he asks, worried, as he takes his hand off his cock and caresses your leg.

You sigh briefly and say: "The condom, babe", you're so close to each other and it makes you delirious.

You see, you and Chris are not officially engaged, which was a mutual decision. But with each sexual encounter between the two of you, something deep inside intensifies. Chris is very careful; he doesn't mind buying your contraceptive pill himself, and when you say that you don't need him to buy it, he reprimands you, saying that yes, you do! Among these and many other attitudes of his, like always being understanding and making you feel comfortable at the end of each casual sex, or when he comes to your house and wakes you up next to him, waking you up with kisses on your skin and permissive touches, or when he calls you by various nicknames, whether in bed or on any other occasion, made you feel totally in love with him.

Even with the medication, you and Chris had never had sex without a condom before. So, he asks: "Don't you want to do it without a condom this time, hm?" He kisses your cheek, waiting for an answer. You sigh at how good the sensation of his hot cock touching your intimacy is - even if not completely. "It's just, you know I'm paranoid about it", you reply, bringing your hand up to touch his soft hair. Chris looks at you and bites his lip. "I haven't had sex with anyone else in the last few months, just you", he ponders, dragging his hand up your thigh, down to your groin, squeezing your skin.

"I know you don't, it's just that-", your speech is interrupted when you feel his fingers pass over the lips of your pussy. Chris looks away from yours to observe the delicious mess being made. His dick is not inside, but, meticulously, he begins to drag his member along the outside of your intimacy, rubbing your clit calmly. "It's what?", Chris asks without even looking at you; he is too busy playing with your pussy. He moves his finger on your sensitive spot, loving how wet and permissive you are. "It's the other thing", you manage to say and Chris soon understands. He doesn't stop his movements against your clit, quite the opposite, it gives him the opportunity to whisper: "That's what's the problem, huh? Don't you want me to cum inside?" he asks with shining eyes at you.

"I-", you try to say but are interrupted by the pleasurable sensation that hits you when Chris rubs your clit and, simultaneously, inserts his dick between the lips of your pussy. You can't resist grinding against his cock, causing a delicious friction. "Don't you want to?" he asks once more in a melodious voice, and you don't know what to say. Chris loves to tease you.

Before you can answer, he lifts his hips a little more, but he returns his movement and threatens to let the tip enter your pussy. You moan at the sensation and, involuntarily, contract your entrance. Chris smiles when he feels what you've done. "I want to fill you so much, princess", with that, he starts to masturbate, taking your lube in his hand and spreading it over his own cock. You can't say anything else but moan like an excited slut. "Can I fuck you?" you nod, biting your lip.

Chris teases your sensitivity a little more and then forces the tip against your entrance. He goes slowly just to have the effect of having you begging him to put it in right away. He passes his other hand between your arms, squeezing your breast and pinching your nipple; You moan and fall your head back.

"So good for me, princess", he whispers in your ear, pulling the crook of your leg up with his hand. You shiver as he pushes in further and then back in, pulling his entire length out. You whimper at the absence, but soon feel full; Chris can't resist imitating your expression as he sinks inside you. He squeezes your breast and kisses your mouth as he intensifies his thrusts, even if slowly.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he says between kisses. "I'm going to be able to cum inside, aren't I?" Chris milks his cock at your entrance pleasurably and you nod at what he says, not caring about anything else. You shiver as he starts to masturbate your clit. "You want me to fill you up, huh?" he asks as he thrusts slowly. You nod and he bites his lip with his eyebrows furrowed. "You're going to let me get you pregnant, aren't you?" you gasp at the question and the way he hurries his touch on your clit. Chris has never said anything like that before, but you liked it.

You moan into his mouth at the well-timed stimulation. Chris no longer cares about being careful, he slams his cock against your entrance, hitting a place he knows well. "I'm dying to make a baby inside you, pretty girl. I want it so bad," he moans in a sly voice, letting go of your clit to hold your leg tightly. Your head is fooled by all those convincing words, making you agree with everything he says. You feel a delicious throb approaching, moving your hips against Chris's.

"I'm going to cum," you whimper in a shaky voice. Hearing you, Chris continues his movements with more determination; he also feels the exacerbated urge to cum. "Cum for me, princess", he seals your lips and when he pulls away, he leaves a string of saliva between your lips. "Fucking hot pussy. Fuck, I love fucking you", he flicks his tongue against your mouth and opens his mouth, letting out gasps. Chris can't help but feel spellbound by the sounds of skin echoing throughout the room, he embraces your movements and moans loudly when you contract your pussy, squeezing his cock so hard it hurts. The moment he thrusts deeper inside, you release, cumming on his cock so deliberately.

You look into his eyes as you let out sneaky moans with your mouth open. Chris thrusts once more, and with great pleasure, fills your entire pussy with cum. He lets out sighs just like yours and removes his cock, seeing the damage done. He smiles at you and kisses your mouth again, but it's a simple kiss and you return it with the same feeling.

He falls back onto the mattress with his head, exhausted. Chris realizes all the things he said to you, feeling embarrassed for being so loud. You settle into his chest, not caring that you're both a little sweaty. You close your eyes, feeling sleepy.

"Sorry", he says very quietly.

"For making me cum twice? Relax, you're not a horrible monster for that."

"No", he laughs. "For being so loud, and the things I said", you don't know but he blushes when he remembers what he said.

"Ah!", you exclaim. "I thought it was really hot and it even made me cum faster, don't worry", you ponder and he nods silently, kissing the top of your head.

"I know, but you wanted to do it with the condom on and-"

"It's okay. You know that if I didn't want to do it without it, I would have grabbed it myself. Chill", Chris runs his hand through your hair and comforts himself with your answer.

When both of you are silent, and you seem to be asleep, Chris thinks about something he's wanted to ask you for a while now. "I need to ask you something", he says, finding his own voice strange. You don't have the willpower to speak, you just mumble a: "hum?"

Chris is reluctant but says it anyway. "Can I be your boyfriend?" you feel his heartbeat get faster. You smile drunkenly and lift your head to seal your lips on his with your hand caressing his face. "Of course", you say and Chris smiles, feeling relieved.

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yourmessagehasbeendenied · 24 days ago

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~WEEKENDS

tw; chubby!reader, fluff, suggestive language, cursing, husband!simon, bubbly!reader, scary!simon, AU.

Simon was a big rough man. But he tried his hardest to not be it for you, and that's why you loved him. You two were polar opposites, and everyone saw it. Simon didn't go outside a lot, he was very anti-social and worked from home. No one ever really saw him, they only heard about him from you, really.

Because of that - you were the one doing the shopping and doing most things for the house. He did help out a lot, especially with cleaning places. But you were much more social because of that, you met a lot more people. And Simon was just happy he didn't have to deal with them. You recently took a liking to a certain shopping place, it sold everything you liked and needed for the house. It was a simple store, but you really enjoyed shopping there. So there you met a girl. Sophie, was her name. She was really sweet and you helped her find which aisle has the certain type of butter her husband loves the most, because she was trying to make him happy. You gladly helped and from then on- you two became friends. You two talked a lot and after a while, you even started going out together to hair saloons, manicures, everything. Simon didn't mind, he was happy each time you came home telling him about this "Sophie" person and how wonderful she was to you. You two talked a lot about your husbands. You always wore pink, and she was just more of a modern- dresser. She had a great style, but her eyes were always caught on how cute of dresses you were wearing. Shopping together, she speaks. "So how come your husband doesn't come outside that much?" She asked with a curious tone in her voice, to which you responded, "Oh, he's very shy. He doesn't exactly know how to treat people." She smiled at that. "Sounds very sweet." She said, and helped you pack your eggs in. Some time later - She invited you to a grill party and told you to bring your husband. You said you'd do your best to convince him. And after a lot of nagging and a few, "You can drink beer with the boys!" argument, he caved and gave in. He came with you to the store that day, because you two bought some wine to bring to the grocery store. That's where you ran into Sophie. Her eyes widened and she rushed over. "Hey Y/N! ..Who's that with you?" She asked, a little concerned. It wasn't common to see a 6'2 brute of a man follow around a girl who is 5'3. You smiled reassuringly. You spoke. "Hi, Sophie. I'm happy to see you! This is my husband, Simon." You said, and you wrapped both your arms around your husband's. Safe to say, it was.. A scene. Watching the bubbly, sweet girl hug a big man who looks like he could kill with just a look. So THAT was the shy, helping and sweet man you were talking about? She smiled awkwardly. "I-i see. I trust I'll see you at the grill party today, then?" She asked and you smiled. You nodded your head and finished shopping. The grill party was awesome. You got to hang around your close friend and your husband Simon, also found his own company by Sophie's husband and his friends, who loved fishing just as much as he did. They did get drunk a lot more than you girls did- but that was just predictable. They laughed, and Simon even tried grilling on his own- but he burnt it.

Which resulted in him coming over to you, with almost tears in his eyes.

"The chicken trusted me… and I failed it."

He sobbed, and he buried his face in your neck. It was a remember-able day. Especially when you two went home and he threw himself on you in the bed, hugging you close, whispering, "Thank you for taking me there, sweetheart. I had so much fun today." You smiled and wrapped your arms around him. "I know baby, me too." You kissed his forehead, and he smirked. "We could make it a little more fun, if you know what I mean." You didn't get what he meant at first, but when you felt something start to poke you, you understood. And who would refuse?

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lndsismaeverything · 7 months ago

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Lnds men taking their kids(s) to first day of school

Y'all I can't I accidentally posted this shit half way through writing. Which reminds me why I don't like writting 🫠but here yalll go

Xavier : daughter

Xavier would be the type to be waking up late for his daughter first day of school and other school days But lucky you woke them both in time before they're gonna run late , bec you had an early mission today Even if they run late your husband could just teleport with your daughter to the school "this is a crime for waking up this early just for school " you husband complain next to him was his daughter robbing her eyes with one hand and the other holding her dad hand You already prepared everything last night, packed her bags, set her uniform on the hanger and also asked her and your husband what kind of breakfast they want

You both get out of the house and head towards the elevator "Sorry I can't go with you bunbun, but daddy will drop you off " you apologize to your daughter as u can't bring her to school for the first day you give your husband and your daughter a good bye kiss before heading off in your motorcycle going the opposite direction "Looks like it's just you and me princess hold my hand and don't let go "

Sure he could just teleport there, but- " do you want me to carry you? " your daughter just nodded, with that Xavier lifted her up walked towards the school while his daughter took a lol nap on the way there

Arriving at the school and looking around which class his daughter will be staying, he puts her down and kneel to her level

" so this is where I'm going to stay in a few hours?" Your daughter looked around the classroom

Xavier just nodded and patted her head before telling " yup, just like what we talked about last night. after that I pick u up and maybe mommy too "

" okay... But promise me to pick me up in time okay Daddy " she holds her pinky out, without any hesitation Xavier wraps his pinks with hers " I promise ''

Soon after both you and your husband pick up your daughter from kindergarten.

" Daddy ! , mommy! You came in time! " she runs towards you guys and hugs both of your legs

Overall your daughter first day of school when better then her classmates. Because she didn't know why everyone cried at there parents. It's not like they leaving them there forever .

Or they didn't had the talk the night before

Zayne : son

Let's say like father like son.

It wasn't hard to wake your son up for the first day of school . Because you don't have to wake him up by the time you when to his room he was already getting dressed

So you decided to make some morning breakfast and their lunches. Breakfast was something simple , fluffy pancakes with some whipped cream and berries dusted with power sugar

As for lunch some rice with stir fried chicken with some vegetables including carrots. Even if they both don't like carrots they will eat them no matter what because you made them , and also why , you took this advantage to feed them some carrots ( bec it's good for the eyes ). But not very day, just a few time a month

After they finished eating your son and husband took their belongings and head towards the door, as you about to join them they stopped you

" my love , I think is best if you take some rest. You had a rough day yesterday. Let me take care of our lil snowflake to school "

" but it's his first day "

" it's okay mommy, dad is right you need to take extra rest and beside you can go with me tomorrow also you can pick me up after school "

What a wonderful husband and son you have taking care of you

Both getting in the car zayne check if his son putting his seatbelt on from the mirror , with that he head straight to his son school

First day of school was just like other days but just a lil different. He just had to sit at his desk and listen to the teacher for a few hour

Your son classmates where jealousy of his lunchbox , of course when they ask if they can have a bite he immediately said no, even when they asked for the carrots .

A no is a no

You son highlight of the day was when you pick him up from school and headed toward his dad workplace on your motorcycle. He likes being around his dad office learning and observing him because in the future he wants to be like his dad so he can take care of you in the future

Rafayel : daughter

Everything was going smoothly ,everything . From waking both them up and getting ready for school .

Rafayel definitely spent about half an hour dressing his pretty daughter up.

" are we going for pigtails or a messy bun orrrr braids?"

" which color bows do you want? "

" let's add some sparkles these glitter spay will do just perfect"

From eating a light seafood breakfast and heading out of the door and into his sports car everything was smooth sailing

Until you where standing at the school gates. Everyone looked at your husband sport car, you knew and HE KNEW. As it shows it on his face but don't mind him he loves the attention he's getting from the people

Looking for your daughter classroom was easy. The hardest part was letting her go and your husband to let go of her

" Rafayel, darling please let her go."

It was going well, you told your daughter that she's gonna stay here for a few hours and then picking her up. Until...

You're about to leave with Rafayel until you daughter runs up crying for the both of you. And your darling husband lost it.

You husband and daughter hugged each as you both cry creating a scene that got looks from everyone

Let's say you spend the whole 15mins to break the two of them apart with the teacher help of course. The teacher comfort her and you do the same with your daughter and husband.

Rafayel pouted the entire way to his car his red eyes are hiding behind his sunglasses

" I can't believe you Rafayel " your husband just scoffed at you as you laughed at him. He continue to opened the door for you before closing it .

Rafayel drives you to your work which u have him a kiss afterwards.

" one more goodbye kiss " it wasn't one it turned into 10

At home Rafayel watch his clock tiks , he wishes it would go afters. When it was finally time to pick you and your daughter up he was the happiest man he could be on earth

The moment your daughter and you husband eyes meet they both started running towards each other. Embracing each other like they been separated for 800years

Stylus : twin boys

It's not surprises that sylus woke up and made breakfast for all of you when you came down from the stairs as you just dress the twins up for school

You set up the table with the help of the twins of course. You put your twins lunches in there bag and you do the same with yours before heading out to the garage

Sylus debate on driving his SUV or take the bikes. You ended up with the bikes and making a wager out of it

" whoever make it there first is the victor and the last one there will grand the victor one wish" which sylus words you put on your helmet and so does the twins

" mommy vs daddy . This will be easy" your oldest said towards your youngest " get ready because mommy will win " your youngest fights back to his older twin

The race started when Mephisto cawed three times .

"Caw...caw... CAWWW" and off y'all go

Sylus ended up winning and your oldest son cheered and demanded his twin to give him his dessert for tonight . He agreed but-" next time I'll come back for your ass "

You dropped the twins in there class and sylus took some photos so he can print it and put it in his photo album, for future memories

The both of you said goodbyes to your kids and head back towards your bikes

" oh sweetie I haven't tell you want I wish for as victorious. I want us to try for another kid a daughter this time ." Feeling the heat rise up your cheeks,You punch his shoulder earning a chuckle from him " I'm being serious sweetie "

After it was time to pick up your twins from school. The both of decides it was best to take the SUV instead of the bikes

When the two of you arrived there was a sight to see. Your twins boys already a line a group. It looks like ther where playing cops and robbers in the playground . Your twin boys being the cops and some other

It looks like they where making a plan to capture the robbers. Both of them took leaderships and successfully capture all the robbers and putting them in jail

" looks like they took leadership after their father " you told your husband smiling at the twins working together

"Don't worry our daughter will take after you, sweetie" you just punch him again and called the twins as it time to go home

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zyafics · 1 year ago

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PLAY FAKE | 05

MASTERLIST (Series)

Pairing — Rafe Cameron x Female Reader .ᐟ

Summary — When Rafe needs to secure a girlfriend for his father to see him as a viable candidate for Cameron Development, he enlists the help of a bartender who wants nothing to do with him.

Content — 18+, smut, angst, depictions of jealousy + aggression, emotional turmoil, mild descriptions of violence, and usage of drugs.

You weren't a cuddler.

At least, not with Rafe. When you fell asleep on his bed last night, he scoffed at the sight. How tired you were. How you immediately fell off post-orgasm. He had other plans, to make you come more, but it was obvious it wasn't going to happen. Instead, he helped you get under the comforter, and when you did, you instinctively pulled to the edge of the mattress, like you knew to put as much distance between you and him.

Rafe thought it would change by morning. That you would find yourself in his arms and he would be able to tease you about it. You didn't. Your hands tucked under your head, you faced the wall, laid on your side, and you did everything possible to avoid contact with him.

For some reason, it pissed him off.

Like he was mad at your subconscious when you didn't do anything wrong. He thought—assumed—you would let him in. When he poured a bit of himself last night, letting himself be vulnerable with you, he thought it was a gateway for you to return the sentiment. But, somewhere, deep down, you still didn't trust him.

He was the one who got out of bed first.

He went to the ensuite and took a shower, washing away his sweat and subtle case of hangover. Surprisingly, it wasn't that bad. He doesn't know if it's because, halfway through the night, clarity dawned on him or because he was crossed with a different drug than his usual high. Either way, he was grateful.

Until the ringing started.

It happened once. It was your phone; the ringtone too obnoxious to be his. Then, it ended. And started again. This happened a couple more times until Rafe got annoyed and stepped out of the bathroom to check on who the fuck was calling you so early in the morning.

It was your job.

He softens for a moment. He forgot that you had shit to do, that the two of you were on opposite sides of the economic spectrum. He may have luxury and all the time in the world but you had work. You weren't kidding when you said you needed to pull doubles just to stay afloat.

He wanted to wake you up and give you the phone to handle it. But, something about your sleeping position makes him hesitate. You look so peaceful. Calm. Like you haven't had a good night's rest in a long time and he wasn't going to ruin that.

So, he did something he probably shouldn't.

He turned your phone off.

He went back to the bathroom to finish the rest of his routine and when he came out, you were starting to stir. Your hands were rubbing the sleepy haze out of your eyes and you were searching around the room to figure out where you were.

"You're up." He acknowledges, stepping out into his room. "Get ready. We're heading out."

"Go where?" You mumble drowsily, trying to remember your own name right now, much less try to get ready. "Wait, what time is it?"

Rafe doesn't say anything, glancing at the present that sits on his desk. He grabs it, throwing it onto the bed, which you manage to catch in the nick of time. "Here, before I forget." He declares, going to his closet to exchange his sweatpants for some outside attire.

You look inside the bag, more thoroughly this time. You counted a total of fourteen Plan B packs, the stems of the tulips were slightly-wilted from lack of water, and the envelope isn't a letter but rather a thick wad of something—like cash.

"I'm not taking this." You pull out the envelope and slide it across the bed. Rafe glances down at it, then back to you, a scowl forms on his face.

"You don't know what it is."

"It's money," you say, easily. "That wasn't part of the deal."

"So what?" He steps forward, closing in the distance as he stands before the bed, grabbing the envelope and holding it out to you again. "You need the money. Take it."

"No." You cross your arms, stubbornly.

God, this fucking early in the morning?

He clenches his teeth. "Why the fuck not?"

You take a beat before you answer. "You wouldn't get it."

"Try me."

He looks genuinely serious about knowing your answer. Not just another way to pick it apart and fight back, but to be willing. It makes you consider telling him the truth. Sighing, you explain. "It's just... it means that whenever you fuck up, you get to put some money in it and it fixes everything. I refuse to let you think that you can wave some cash in front of my face and everything will be forgiven."

There's more reasons why you don't accept the money, not for the exchange you're doing, but you rather not get into that right now. That explanation, in this context, was the most appropriate.

"That's not... I..." Rafe trails off, his mouth slightly slack from the confession. That's not what he meant to do, but there's some merit behind your words, nonetheless. It is easier to flash his wallet than apologizing for any misdemeanor he committed. It's something he does. It's something he learned from his father. "I'm not."

You chuckle. "Say that more convincingly and I might believe you."

Rafe swallows, watching the gentle smile light up your lips. He didn't realize how much he didn't appreciate it before. Not until you gave him the whole silent treatment and called him out.

"It's not," he starts again with a clear of his throat. "I do that. I'm not gonna lie about that. But, in this case... It wasn't just that. You needed the money. I took it out of your paycheck to buy Plan B. It cost nothing to me."

You don't answer him, glancing back at the bag. "You already bought me Plan Bs."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you can cover rent with fucking contraceptive pills."

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you take his words with some consideration. You admit, this is a version of his apology, no matter how pretentious it may seem. With that, you accept the envelope out of his hand. "Thank you."

Rafe is pleased at that. That you finally didn't give him such a hard time to help you. That you just accepted it, even if it was done with some initial hesitation.

Pulling himself off the mattress, Rafe turns back to his closet, only for your voice to stop him.

"You know, it's a bit presumptuous of you to assume we'll be having sex this much."

He looks at you, seeing you tilt your head at him in a challenge. The bag lifted off your lap to demonstrate the amount he bought.

"It's so I'll ever have to hear you complain about spending money again."

You chuckle. There it is, the cover of assholery to make up for the vulnerability he exposed just moments ago. "If this is the rate we'll be going, you should've just bought me birth control."

"Fuck off, it's not going to be a regular thing."

You laugh. "I guess I'll just use these with my other boyfriends. Since we won't be needing them."

Rafe stills. He knows you're teasing him, to get a rise out of anything you can find yourself on. But something in his blood runs hot as those words escape your lips. At the idea of you with others. He turns back to the bed, lowering himself to your level before grabbing your cheeks in one palm.

It wasn't done roughly. That's the reason why your smirk is so fucking conceited right now. He wants to do something to make you take back your words.

But nothing came to mind. Not this morning. Not after last night.

Instead, he mutters, "you play too fucking much."

He releases you with a light shove, enough for you to fall back against the pillows. Rafe grabs the first thing out of his closet and walks back to the bathroom, and just when he's about to close the door, he hears your laughter erupt from behind.

—

After getting ready, by wearing whatever you could find in Sarah's closet—which Rafe made you use because she hasn't been home in over two months—you called to check in with Sailor. Your phone was off, for some odd reason, and when you called to make sure the place is running regardless of your absence, you agreed to go to whatever the fuck Rafe planned.

It was shopping.

You feel out of place the moment you arrive at the outlet downtown of Figure Eight. It's mainly for Kooks to come and shop, the boutiques and storefronts are out of your price-range for so many reasons. You thought it was a cruel joke for Rafe to give you some money, only to expect you to spend it in places like here.

"No," you shake your head for the umpteenth time, moving onto the next space. For the past twenty minutes, Rafe's been trying to get you to stop and try on clothes. You've been declining all of the options. You know you won't be able to afford them so there's no real point. You hope you reject enough of them that the both of you can leave.

"You have to pick a place at some point."

"I don't see why we have to shop here." You turn to him. "There's plenty of places near The Cut we can go to. It's cheaper."

His expression is sharp, as if the suggestion disgusted him to consider. “I'm not going to The Cut for their cheap-ass clothes."

"Well we're not going here either because there's no way in hell I can afford these clothes, Rafe," you retort, crossing your arms. He said he needed to get you some new clothes because your dress was too short, and since you don’t have many options in your closet, you agreed. You just didn’t expect to file for bankruptcy in order to afford it.

You're about to walk off again, furthering the sidewalk to preview the other shops you can't afford, when Rafe grabs your arm.

"You're not paying, alright?" He asserts. "Now, get into the shop before you piss me off."

You don't move. Not with that attitude.

"What's the magic word?"

"Fuck off."

You imitate a buzzer. "Wrong."

Rafe closes into you until he's right in front of your face. "If you are trying to get me to say please, think again, sweetheart, because there's no way in hell that I'm going to beg you for this."

You aren't intimidated. Glancing down at his hands, you ask, "how's your wrists, by the way?"

He rolls his eyes, forging annoyance, before pulling you to the nearest boutique. He knew it wasn't done without some willingness on your end, that your comment satisfied some power trip, and the two of you slipped through the glass doors of a fancy establishment.

An older woman welcomes you. She asks what you were looking for and Rafe answers before you get the chance to. When the saleswoman gathered the directive, she headed off to grab a couple of dresses from the store.

Rafe requested a private room. Since they had no such thing, this agitated him. However, since the store is mostly-empty right now and no one is using the fitting room lounge, Rafe’s mood slightly lightens. Sitting on the designated waiting couch, you head into one of the fitting rooms to try on the first item.

"What is this going to be for?" You ask, tugging on the strapless dress against your braless chest.

"There's a gala next week for Cameron Development. We're going."

You hum in response, acknowledging that this isn't a spontaneous trip done out of the kindness of his heart but because of your deal. The ploy you're fronting for Ward to see Rafe as reliable. You can't help but feel a small dose of disappointment.

Glancing at the mirror for a final check, you step out to find Rafe leaning against the long cream couch with his legs spread apart.

Rafe watches as you exit from the stall, reluctance pouring into each step you take. When you stop in front of him, you stretch your arms out to let him see the full details, before dropping them mere seconds later. "Good enough?" You ask.

"Turn around." He commands with a whirl of his ringed finger, making you roll your eyes but doing as he says. He studies the back. "Try another one."

Without another word, you head back to the room to pull off another dress from the rack. It became a routine for you: trying on one, doing a little spin for Rafe to see the completed look, waiting for his decision, before returning back to your stall to repeat.

None of the dresses have been a good fit, meaning you liked them, but Rafe found enjoyment in the process. This surprised him. He always hated going shopping for Wheezie or Sarah—especially the latter—but something about going with you, making you try clothes on for him, getting his opinions, stirs something primal in him.

He had to adjust his pants on the fourth dress you tried. That one revealed too much of your ass.

Despite your initial reluctance, you were starting to have fun. You never got the chance to be this girl—the one who spends their days dressing up, acting like a princess getting ready for her first ball—and it makes you excited. A little happy. But, you'll never admit it to Rafe.

However, your options are quickly dwindling. The saleswoman had to go to the front to gather some more dresses for you. As you pull the last one off the rack, you step out of the fitting room.

"Fuck." Rafe swears under his breath, watching you come out with a new piece. A long satin dress that clings to every curve of your body, showing off every impressive inch of your cleavage while leaving more to the imagination and a high slit that cuts up mid-thigh. It might be his favorite.

It was definitely yours.

"What do you think?" You prompt timidly, the lack of outright comment about your attire made you a bit antsy for his thoughts.

“I…” Rafe trails off, his eyes lifted to find yours. “What do you think?”

"Well," you spin, demonstrating with the little twirl that Rafe always makes you do. "I like it. I think it fits me."

"Then, let's get it."

You shake your head, laughing at the idea. "It's outrageously expensive. I can't afford it in this lifetime."

His expression shifts to an unreadable one. "I said I got it."

"And I don't think that's necessary. I can take care of myself." You say, which is true. You know Rafe has money, and you know he wouldn't feel a dent in his wallet if he bought it for you. However, the idea makes you uncomfortable. Not because he was spending money, but because you're letting someone else take care of you. Have power over something you spent your entire life controlling. It feels... wrong.

His jaw locks, his words sharper than before. "I took you here, that means I pay."

"No." You stand firm, shaking your head. "It's fine. I'll just try on something more affordable."

You go back to the dressing room without allowing Rafe to get another word in and he slumps back into his seat with mounting agitation. Rubbing his tense jaw, he can't seem to understand why you won't let him do things for you.

He's capable. He has money. All of this rationalization leads to one infuriating conclusion: why the fuck do you act like he has none of that?

It's simple.

You don't trust him.

"Rafe." You call out. It pulls him out of his spiraling thoughts and he turns to the closed door of your stall. "I can't get the zipper out. Can you help me?"

He was on his feet before you finished your sentence. Knocking, he hears the soft click of the lock as he pushes the door in, stepping inside the limited space. Standing in front of the large mirror, your back is turned to him.

Glancing over your shoulders, you offer him a sheepish look, "just pull it down. I think it's stuck."

He wordlessly steps forward before grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing it to the side. His large hands descend from your neckline to the tiny zipper tucked behind the fabric.

You watch him through the mirror, his expression is hard but his eyes are completely focused on the task at hand. A small smile rises to your lips.

When he lowers the zipper down to the end of the teeth, just at the midsection of your dress, he turns back to you. "Done."

"Thank you, boyfriend." You hum with a grateful grin, holding onto the front of your dress as it started to spill over from the lack of restraint. When you turn around, you’re surprised to find Rafe remaining. "I need some privacy to change—"

"Drop your arms."

The demand startles you. "For what?"

Rafe has the strongest urge to rip off your crossed arms himself, your questions delaying him of what he deserves, but he knows you. At least, he's getting to. Even if his mind is caught in a turmoil right now and he just wants to do something to prove to himself that you bare some semblance of trust in him, he can't force you. Not when he has an inch of restraint left in him.

He wants you to be willing.

Swallowing hard, he confesses. "Because I want to see you."

You can tell it took everything in him to say that. The corner of your lips finds your smile again. "You could've asked nicely."

"That is me asking nicely."

You chuckle, your arms still guarded over your chest. His eyes glance down. "Strip."

"Is this part of the arrangement?" You tilt your head, teasing out the moment a little longer. "An inspection for your girlfriend?"

He cups the underside of your jaw, almost in a chokehold. His eyes are hard on you, his patience wearing thin. "Stop playing with me, sweetheart."

You look up to him, doe-eyed and innocent. "Remove your hand, darling."

His jaw clenches at your own command, his grip around your throat sends a pleasurable sensation straight to your core. With great reluctance, he drops it.

"Who knew you'd do well with instructions?" You grin, taking a step back, closer to the mirror. Your heart is hammering with anticipation.

"If you don't remove them in five seconds, I'm ripping them off."

Excitement stirs in you. At the way he looks at you. The way he wants you. Rafe watches as you slowly drop your arms to your side, the flimsy satin glides off your body into a puddle by your ankles.

His breathing hitch in his throat as his hungry eyes take in your naked body, complete from head to toe, saved for a pair of panties hung around your hips that he's positive won't be there in the next few minutes.

There's a palpable silence. His eyes are intense but his words are obsolete. You needed something from him, some vocalization of his thoughts. Placing a hand on your hips, you ask, "did I pass?"

"You have a fucking nipple piercing."

You laugh at the astonishment in his tone, glancing down to your full tits and seeing the metal barbells lined through your nipples. "Is it not worthy enough of a Kook?" You ask with a tease, running the pad of your thumb over the sensitive bud, biting back a moan. "Am I going to get punished?"

He groans. Having enough, Rafe steps forward and captures your lips with his. His force pushes you against the cool mirror.

"I can't fucking stand you." He murmurs, his hand traveling down to cup one breast in his palm. "You were hiding these from me? The whole fucking time?"

The way he's handling you feels so good. "Didn't know I had to share everything with you."

"You do." Rafe asserts, his fingers pinching your sensitive tip and causing your whole body to arch. "God, they're sensitive, aren't they?"

You nod, needy. His hot mouth descends and his tongue swirls around the metal bar, eliciting a whimper from you. It's very sensitive, and you steady yourself against the mirror as Rafe lowers his other hand over your hips, pushing your panties down.

Rubbing your clit with one hand, teasing you with his mouth, you can't help but build towards a climax at the double sensation.

"Do you know what you do to me?" He whispers against your bare skin, his eyes flickering up to meet your heavy-lid gaze. "Parading around in dresses all day, trying them on for me?"

You feel yourself getting closer, but you can't help but tease him. "They weren't for you—"

His hand covers your mouth, the one slick with your arousal, and the removal of his touch leaves you empty and aching. You regret it instantly. "I don't want to hear you mouth me off again. You had your fun." He warns, his expression hard and resolute. "Now, here's what we're going to do. You're going to pick up that dress, fold it neatly on that chair, and I'm going to buy it."

A protest forms in your throat, but he catches it, deepening the pressure of his palm against your mouth. "Then I'm going to fuck you against this mirror. Remind you who you're with. Is that enough instructions for you, sweetheart?"

Desperate for a finish, you nod. Rafe watches as you pick up the dress and fold the fabric over the chair, before returning back to your previous spot.

"Turn around." He commands. You face the mirror, seeing your bareness in the reflection and the eagerness on your features. "Spread your legs."

You do, obeying him, and he chuckles darkly at the sight. "God, you're so fucking obedient now, aren't you?" He taunts, his eyes flicking to your face in the reflection as his hand lands a slap against your ass. "If I told you to touch yourself right now, you'd listen, wouldn't you?"

You would. The realization makes your face burn, your arms instinctively went to cover your chest. His expression hardens. "Not so fast, sweetheart," he grabs your wrist. "Do I need to tie them up for you too? Drop them."

Your pulse sputters, you lower your arms to your side, tucked. "I knew there was a good girl in there somewhere."

"Rafe." You whimper softly, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable. "Please fuck me."

He grins at your plea, removing his slacks and briefs in one swift motion. You watch his swollen cock spring free, the tip running beads of his precum. Your mouth waters and you resist the urge to squeeze your legs together.

"You want this dick, sweetheart?" He teases, approaching you from behind. "You want me to fill that sweet, tight cunt?"

"Yes," you beg, "yes, please."

"Put your hands on the mirror." He instructs, his hand grabbing a handful of your hair, tipping your head back to meet your gaze in the reflection. "Look at yourself when I fill you."

Lining his erection against your entrance, you watch as he slowly enters your pussy from behind. The image is so gratifying and sensual. "So tight for me," he groans, a hand grabbing your hips to steady him. "Feels so fucking good."

Your eyes roll back to the back of your head as Rafe pumps in you, finding a pace, the angle from behind allowing him to hit deeper spots. You hold onto the mirror tighter, trying to contain your moans and the pleasure coursing through you.

"Look at you," he mumbles against the shell of your ear, causing you to meet his gaze through the mirror. "Taking me so fucking well."

You nod desperately, moaning at his thrusts roughly slams against your walls. "You fill me up so good."

"Just for me, right, sweetheart?" He lands a sloppy kiss against the side of your neck, to which you respond with a mewl. "My fucking girl."

Nodding, your eyes flutter at the way he rocks inside of you, your walls clenching around his length.

"Rub your tits for me." Rafe demands roughly, his pace growing more fervent as he watches your body through the reflection. You do as he says, using a hand to pinch and pull your pierced nipples between your fingertips, the sensitivity of your buds adding to the quickly-rising climax. "Fuck, I love watching you do that."

The praise unburdens something deep inside of you and your goal becomes to make him feel satisfied. Steady yourself with one hand on the mirror, your handprint greasing the clean silver, you play with your nipples further, twisting and moaning in your own pleasure. "Like that?" You ask sweetly, watching as he nods heavily, his chest sheen with a thin layer of sweat.

"Fuck." His rhythm goes faster, the sound of his balls hitting the back of your ass echoing in the empty lounge and overwhelming pleasures causing your eyes to close shut.

Rafe catches that. Pulling you into him, with your arched back pressed against his chest, he roughly grabs your throat and forces you to open them, staring right at your reflection. "You're going to watch me fuck you, sweetheart," he pants into your ear, the sight before you driving flips into your stomach. "And you're going to fucking remember this."

Your hair is a complete mess, his hand wrapped around your throat as the other gripping your hips harshly to steady his sloppier thrusts, and you're being fucked in a public dressing room and loving each second of it.

Both of your moans and his grunts echoes. Your peak rising.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper, your thighs burning from the intensity of Rafe's pumps and your position. "I think I’m going to come—"

Someone calls your name.

Rafe stills.

"Are you in there?" The old saleswoman asks, her voice soft and delicate. You know she would die of a heart attack if she looked inside this room. "I brought more dresses for you. Where did your boyfriend go?"

"I—" Rafe begins to slowly rock against your body, his smile devilish in the reflection. "I–I'm here." You choke.

"Where did your boyfriend go? Did he leave you alone?"

No, you answer in your head, but your words are muddled as Rafe quickens his pace. Not enough where you can hear the sound of your pussy squelching, but enough for you to feel the returning buzz of your orgasm.

"Answer the nice lady, sweetheart," Rafe mumbles into your ear with a smile, pushing your hair to the side, as you send him a glare. Which quickly turns into a look of ecstasy as he hits your g-spot. You slap a hand over your mouth. "Don't be rude."

You had many words for Rafe, but none of them were coming out. You could only do so much. "He's–he's fine," you declare shakily, "I think he went to—" you let out a small whimper. Rafe's hand is now rubbing your clit in unison to his penetration.

You want to kill him.

You want to come so badly.

"He went where?" She prompts sweetly.

"The bathroom!" You shout with a half-moan, Rafe chuckling as he lays kisses on your backside, against your shoulder blades, increasing his thrusts. Your walls twitching around his cock.

"We don't have a bathroom."

Rafe tsk against your burning skin, shaking his head in forged disappointment. "Bad little liar."

"I'm going to kill you," you croak. Your climax builds so fast, you're trying hard to hold it off as long as possible.

"How are you going to come, then?" He taunts through the reflection, watching the way your body rocks with each drive. Your legs are weakening. "Do you want me to stop?"

You shake your head desperately, almost to tears, gripping the mirror edge for the life of you. "Please, don't."

"Then answer her."

"Hello?" The woman calls out, her voice pitched with a slight annoyance from your lack of response. "Do you want to try on the dresses? Should I bring them to you—"

"You can just le–leave it out there!" You moan with abandon. There was no way to avoid it.

"Are you sure—"

"Go away, please!" You plead, Rafe landing a hard thrust against you and causing your knees to finally buckle. He catches your waist with one strong arm, holding you upright.

The old woman huffs at your brusqueness, her little footsteps padding across the floor and exits from the lounge. With that signal, Rafe slams into you, with harsh desperate beats, to make up for the lost time. You come within a matter of seconds.

Worn out, he holds you up for a few more pumps before he spills into you. His hot cum filling your cunt. You're catching your breath, your face is completely flushed, and Rafe holds you tightly as the both of you come down from your high.

With enough strength, you pull yourself up and lean against the mirror for support.

"That was rude of you," Rafe declares with a tease, going to grab his discarded clothes.

"I hate you." You pant, your legs wobbling from your own weight. "I hate you so much."

He chuckles, redressing himself. Watching him as he collects himself, his eyes glance over to the chair before finding your exhausted face. "Now, are you going to let me buy that dress or are we going to have to do this again?"

—

Rafe ends up buying the dress. You were no energy to argue, and when he pulls you to the register to purchase the expensive satin, the old saleswoman gives you a withering glare—either at your rude outburst or the product of your image being a clear indication of you being throughly-fucked in the dressing room—that you quickly exit the boutique.

It didn't stop at the clothes. Rafe also pulled you to a nearby jewelry store too. He got you a gold necklace; your argument was completely futile with one glance.

"The necklace was unnecessary." You complain, pulling out the gift-wrapped box in the passenger seat of his car. Rafe is driving you back to your house.

He glances at you from his peripheral vision. "You need to look the part."

"But did you have to buy the most expensive one?" You retort, glancing over to him. "There were cheaper options. There's even fake ones I saw at the end of the display."

His hand, resting on your thigh, squeezes the flesh. "You think I'll let my girl walk around with fake gold? Do you know what they'll say about me?"

"That you're financially responsible?"

He scoffs, pinching the inside of your legs. You giggle. "That I can't afford to give my girlfriend some nice things. I'm not fucking broke."

You roll your eyes, opening the box. Your fingers trace the gorgeous details of the necklace, landing on the pendant at the center. "R, huh?" You say with a tease, looking over to Rafe again.

He shrugs. "Had to let everyone know who you belong to."

You know this is a fake relationship, that this is nothing more than to keep his image clean, but you can't help but feel a buzz at the possessiveness of his words. It almost makes you feel like you’re his.

Rafe pulls up to your neighborhood and is about to pull up to your house, when you stop him. "Right here is fine," you announce, holding your hand over the clutch to make him park. He does, his brows furrowed at your abrupt reaction.

"I could drive up—"

"No, it's okay." You wave him off with a small smile, unbuckling your seat and gathering your things in the leg compartment. "The walk is good for me."

It isn't that far. It's just off the edge of your driveway, enough where it doesn't look like Rafe is coming into your house but close enough where he can see the front porch.

Grabbing your bags, you bid him a farewell. You close the door of the passenger side and rush up to your porch, Rafe waits until you make it into your house.

This is the second time you've done this. You never let him go further up your driveway. Don't let him meet you at the door. It was like you were hiding him—embarrassed of him.

His hand grips the steering wheel as he watches you ring your own doorbell, waiting a few moments before the door swings open.

And it was fucking Heyward and Maybank.

They set out to greet you, pulling you into a side hug while pointing at the bags in your hands, to which you shyly tuck behind your back to hide from them with little avail. Rafe tightens his grip against the wheel, his knuckles whitening, as he watches you step inside, closing the door—with them.

He should leave. He knows he should. That's what he promised himself he would do. But, knowing you’re in there, with two men, drives him to stay. He can't go up to your doorsteps, you wouldn't allow it, so he waited. And waited. And waited.

It was over an hour and neither Maybank or Heyward exited from your house. It drove Rafe furious. Deciding that was time, he turns off the engine and marches up to your porch, banging on the door.

You open it in a matter of seconds, afraid that you were getting raided by the cops. Your outfit had switched into a baggy tee with shorts—too fucking short, he decided—and your expression etched with surprise.

"Rafe? What–what are you doing here? I thought you left—"

"Where is he?" Rafe declares, glancing over your shoulders with tightened fists. Trying to gain control of himself before he snaps. "Where the fuck are they?"

"Who? JJ?"

"Is that it?"Rafe snaps, his anger rising in waves. "What the fuck is he doing here?"

"I...I was helping him...?" You answer hesitantly, watching his expression shift from rage to fury.

"Helping him with what? Fucking him?"

You blink back in surprise. Your words caught in your throat by his outrageous accusation that it renders you speechless. Rafe, catching it as hesitation, had enough. His last string of restraint snaps. Finally, he steps inside, forcing you in and slams the door close behind him.

He grabs you by the throat, his fingers gripping the sides, causing a pleasurable sensation to your core. "Maybe you're right," he declares lowly, his darkened gaze lowered to you. "You do need to be punished."

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