#Pleas mutual me I'm lonely

[kosije]

sins in silk

c/w ★ ׂ duke!miguel ohara x princess!reader, they are from different kingdoms, mentioned age-gap, forbidden love aspect, pregnancy kink, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, mutual head, fingering, size kink, art cred: kammie_arts1903

"Princess, the Grand Duke is here. May I bring him in?"

"Show him to the study for now. Tell him I will be right out. Be sure to thank the Grand Duke for his patience."

"Yes, Princess."

"Oh, Will?"

"Yes, Princess?"

"After you inform the Duke, please excuse everyone to their chambers, yes?"

"But princess, you know if the king found out we had left your side, even with the Grand Duke we could lose our-"

"I will not let that happen. So please, Will, do this for me."

All though apprehensive, your servant bows and disappears from your room, in long strides to the Duke.

It's the 5th time this month he has come to the estate. Always with the intention to see the King and ruminate. And despite him being so much older than you, your father's closest friend and strongest connection to the 2099 kingdom, and is only to wed a woman from his territory, each time he has come has left you tangling a hand in your silk sheets, hushed cries of the Duke's name left to fall from your wet lips in a silent plea.

Every time he drops by unannounced, talks to your father, and leaves. Every time he has his salt and pepper sprinkled brown hair combed back away from his face, showing the wrinkles on his forehead. Every time his eyes have focused on you, running over you like the pretty oil portrait that hangs above the study's mantle as his jaw flexes brows furrow, something in you ignites and the yearning becomes almost palpable.

Never does he say more to you than a few words, only acknowledging you after with how his body tenses when you're around. He runs as cold as the marble under your feet as you move to your vanity to reapply your perfume and shift your dress to expose enough of your collarbone without looking intentional. You're buzzing at the thought of seeing him, taking the rollers out of your hair with bubbling anticipation. This is the first time he's come amidst nightfall and the first time you two will be alone. With your hands resting to your front, you walk to the study well aware of how low your neckline is dipping while high pillared walls with paintings of cherubs and past battles trail you illuminated by ivory candles.

When you push past tall burgundy doors, you're greeted by the sight of Grand Duke of 2099, Miguel O'hara, who's stretching his back with two large hands on his hips. The deep groan he lets out makes your skin flush, and when his cold gaze meets yours you almost shiver. His eyes drift from your face to just right where your dress exposes a bit of the fat on your breast, and you smile when you hear him suck in a breath.

"What do I owe the pleasure, Your Grace?" His eyes tear from your chest as he focuses on the crackling fireplace.

"Just here to see your father, is he near?" He asks, brown eyes fixing back onto yours. Your smile only widens.

"I'm afraid the King is away, but he should be returning soon, you are more than welcome to stay 'till his return."

"I shouldn't-"

"Humor me, Your Grace. After all, I am a bit lonely without my father to talk to." you say, batting your eyelashes at him bashfully.

Apprehension is so clear on his face, but still he nods, straightening his white button up and waiting for you to go on.

"Follow me," you say, walking back down the hall until you reach your room.

"Princessa, I will not go further, this is inappropriate. A young lady shouldn-"

"'M not as young as I was before. Surely you can agree, no?"

"Even so," He coughs. "That is not the point-"

"You should have no trouble entering. I have already given my permission."

He doesn't look convinced.

"Do you not trust me? Have I done wrong by you?"

"That is not it, Princessa-"

"Then please, my duke, time is slipping right past us." you whisper, slipping through the doors, intentionally brushing your hand across his thigh. You grin when you hear his shaky breath, and hear your door not only close, but lock.

"What is it that you have here that we couldn't be anywhere else for?"

"Are you putting on an act," you ask him, turning around to face him still at a distance. "Or are you truly this aloof, Your Grace?'

"I’m sorry?-"

"I have a confession," you say. walking closer and closer until his breath is caught in his throat, and your lips are just a nudge away from his.

"My father won't be returning anytime soon." And suddenly, it seems it has clicked in his head, as his eyes darken.

"This can not happen."

"You're right," your hand is pressed up against his chest.

"Someone could hear us," He whispers, making no effort to push you away.

"I've already dismissed everyone to their chambers."

"If your father ever found out there could be a war," he tries to argue, but his head is still dipping down, ghosting over your lips.

"We have all night to just the two of us."

And just a second after saying that, he kisses you. His lips are hot, hungry, and experienced in the way they move against yours, swallowing your every breath. His hands find your waist, but he hesitates and you can tell he hasn't given in completely. And something about that excites you.

You pull away from his lips, leaving him noticeably confused until your hand reaches down and palms his cock, happy at the way he's already hard.

"Do you know just how long I've been wanting this?" You ask shifting him around you.

He doesn't say anything, only shakes his head "No."

"Ever since the day you came back to visit, I haven't been able to think of anything else." When you push him down on the edge of your bed, he shivers when you drop to your knees and play with the button on his slacks.

"Every night, I touch myself on these sheets to the thought of you." You confess, finally free him from his pants, leaving him in the thin fabric of his underwear, painfully soaking up the front of them with his pre.

"Princessa," He finally says in almost a whine. "If you say things like that I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back."

And dipping your hand under his waistband to grip his cock, you savor how thick and heavy he feels and the groan he lets out with a kiss to his base. You can't deny the bit of worry that flushes through you when you see just how big he is. Thick beads of cum pulse out of him that you lick up hungrily, humming at how you can feel hus veins on your tongue.

"Then please, Your Grace. Give me everything."

That seems to shatter his self control, because suddenly he has a hand in your hair and a hand on his cock as he forces your lips over his angry brown head.

"You're such a damn tease, you know that?" He gritts out, bullying his cock all the way to the back of your throat and then some. You gag and choke around him, already feeling your throat burn and eyes well up.

"Always coming around me with your father with your body on display in those cute little gowns, batting those pretty little eyes at me when you talk. What would your father think if he knew all of that was because you were trying to get my attention?" He coos between groans while using your face like just a vessel to get off, and your cunt starts dripping. "Just so I could fuck your pretty mouth like this?"

You can't do anything but moan around him, croaking out gasp when he finally lets you catch your breath before immediately pulling you back down onto his dick rapidly as snot mixes in with tears, spit, and cum starts to drip down your jaw and onto your floor. He begins to unbutton his shirt, before tearing it off completely, leaving buttons to fly across your room. Looking up through teary eyes you take in the way his usually combed back hair sticks to his sweaty forehead messily, as his abs tense and relax with every rapid breath as his mouth lulls open with lidded eyes, moaning when he sees just how well you swallow him.

Swiftly, you run your tongue over the slit of his cock, hearing him whine, and feeling the grip on your hair tighten enough to burn your scalp. Your throat aches with every heavy thrust that only spurs on the throbbing between your thighs as your hands play with his balls and he stutters in your mouth, shooting his seed down your throat, midst mumbling praises.

Without word or warning, he flips you over, effectively pinning you down to your bed once he's come down from his high. His large calloused hand runs up and down your thigh before tossing your nightgown up, and he groans at the sigh.

"You needed me so bad you didn't wear anything under this frilly thing? What a filthy girl." He grins, slapping your dripping cunt and drinking up your moan in a kiss.

"Your Grace,"

"That's not what you should be calling me." He grits, crouching down to his knees to lick a stripe up your throbbing pussy.

"M-miguel,"

"Yes, Princessa?"

"Please."

"Please what, Princessa?" He says, licking another stripe, but slower.

"Please...don't tease me." You whimper, muffling your moans with the back of your hand.

"And what shall I do instead?"

"Kiss me harder, please. I need it, Mig-" and your sentence is cut off by the feeling of his nose kissing your clit as he buries his face into your sopping heat, groaning at the way you suck his tongue in. You're writhing at the feeling, but when you feel one of his calloused fingers push through you, you lose your vision for a second.

"Fuck- you're even tighter than I thought you were," he groans, and you feel your body ignite at his admission.

"You'd think of me?" You ask with such a worn out voice, Miguel's hips buck up in search of any friction at all.

"All the damn time. Would fuck my hand everyday over those pretty eyes and lips, imagine how pretty you'd look all happy and spent, with the image of my love spilling out of you." He confesses, speeding his assault on your hole, hitting spots with his fingers you could only dream of, before latching his mouth back on and fucking you with his tongue and fingers. The arousal in you was rushing through you like a wave and just after a strangled moan it blows out of you in pleasurable burst that leave you flushed. He hungrily drinks you up like a starved man until you're whining from the sensation.

When he rises from the floor he doesn't bother wiping your slick from his mouth, only laughs at your fucked out expression, and runs his lips over yours, amused by how you trail after him. Annoyed, you wrap your hands around his collar and pull his lips onto yours, gasping and licking into his mouth. Between the taste of you on his tongue, his rock-hard cock rubbing against your puffy folds as your hands run through his sweaty hair.

"Gonna give me one more?" He asks, voice low like gravel.

"I'll do anything for you, Miguel. Anything you want."

He kisses you again, a passionate thing as you both whine at the feeling of him bullying into you.

"'Ts too big, Mig- oh! S-slow down!" You cry, but his hand slaps the fat of your thigh and grips it, hitting you even deeper at a fast pace. The pain is still there, but feeling of pleasure is much more intense. And it only skyrockets when you hear his voice.

"Sshhh sweetheart. You're-fuck-already taking me so well. so damn tight around me. Be good and take what I give you. So I c-can tell your father what a nice cunt his perfect little girl has." He rasps, pounding you even deeper than before, and your nails dig up the fabric of your sheets, leaving fabric frayed in long scratches. One hand grips your thigh as the other moves up your dress to tweak and grope your breast, making you clench down around him. He drawls out a curse as his head falls into the crook of your neck, inhaling the smell of your sweat and perfume that makes him impossibly more needy to where he's plowing through you in quick hard strokes that move your bed to knock against your walls, shaking the shelf above you.

His teeth sink into your neck, almost as a mark of ownership, before sucking a bruise into your skin, continuing his markings lower and lower to focus them on your breast. Your back arches at the sting and you cry out at the imposing feeling building up inside you.

"Such a pretty girl," he says, leaning over to look you in your eyes, studying the gaping of your mouth and tugging on your brows as your orgasm builds up. His eyes are trained on you, as he throbs inside you, stimulating you further.

"I'm close-" you whimper, voice cracking as he licks a stripe up your neck.

"Yeah?" He asks, smirk practically audible as he hums in your ear. "Do it. Squeeze me, sweetheart."

It only takes a few heavy strokes to hit your sweet spot before you are gushing around him, making his thrust sporadic and moans louder.

"Yes-shit- let me fill you up. I'll give you an heir, and then I'll-hah- fuck you again, and again, and again."

"Yesyesyes, please." You think you exclaim, but can't tell if you said it out loud or just in your head because of how overestimated you are. His hand rubs circles on your clit, and your toes curl as your heels dig into the muscle of his back.

"Fuck- I'm gonna-" He spits out, just before spilling his seed into your cunt, carefully riding out his orgasm inside you while pushing his cum deeper into your womb. His palm stretches over the expanse of your chest as he leans down to kiss just above your belly button. The room is quiet now that he is still inside you, and you watch Miguel lean down to kiss you once more, in the form of a soft peck to your swollen lips. Once he pulls back, he leaves you briefly before returning with a warm damp cloth that he wipes you down with. Once he is done, he discards it into a bucket and lies himself down next to you.

"If we continue to do this," he says, carefully pulling out of you. "We will eventually have to tell your father."

"You're right," you whisper scared, but when you feel his strong arm pull you flush against his chest, hope surges through you and you bury your face into his warm body.

"We'll need to get up early, the maids would appreciate finding us like this."

"We'll be fine. After all, a pregnancy will shock them far more than this."

"I'm sure it will," he laughs, kissing your forehead.

Since envelops the two of you, as you notice his breathing deepen.

"Your, Grace-"

"Miguel," he corrects, eyes dancing across your face with a small smile.

"Miguel, my father will be gone on the next full moon."

"The next full moon, huh?" He asks no one at all, pushing your hair behind your ear.

It’s bittersweet asking him to sneak around with you again. And yet, all he says is a simple "Okay," placing a kiss to the palm of your hand, and you understand what the gesture is:

A promise.

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hii idk if anyone else is having trouble but the sfw and nsfw prompt lists are not opening at all for me!! id like to request something if you have the inspo for joel miller <3

Say Yes To Heaven | Joel Miller x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT (18+ ONLY) MDNI! | vaginal fingering, emotionally constipated joel and reader, mutual pining like omg, only one sleeping bag | 1.0k words

a/n: oh no i'm so sorry they didn't open!! :( i updated the links so hopefully they're working now, but thank you so much for sending in a request regardless 💗 i had a lot of fun writing this and i hope you enjoy!

"Let it happen," he murmurs into your ear, his breath hot and humid against your skin. You think you can hear a hint of politeness in his encouragement, but it's swallowed up by his dark tone and comes out as a command.

Your patrol partner has three of his thick, scarred fingers crooked inside your pussy, maintaining a steady pace of purposeful thrusts that drive you toward your release at light speed. You can't see what promises to be a deliciously vulgar sight, pinned on your back beneath Joel's criminally broad shoulders and sealed tight together in your lone sleeping bag. You're starting to think that, "Mine has clicker guts all over it," was a load of horseshit.

He can tell you're fighting it. Not him, but the pleasure he's inflicting that threatens to blind all your senses. The apocalypse has rewired your brain to resist all feelings of ease, because that must mean you're abandoning your dire responsibilities and failing to assess the terrors that swarm you. An orgasm is definitely not a vital task, or so your repressed conscience told you.

But you need this. It's been years since you've been with someone. Months since the last time you found the headspace to masturbate, and that was just a quick few flicks of your fingers against your clit that almost felt impersonal, mechanical. Joel is gruesomely reminding you what you've been missing, how good it can be, via the slick, lewd sounds emanating from between your thighs.

Those damned espresso eyes staring down at you with unrelenting dominance tell you you need it. Joel's chest rising and falling with exertion and the glimmer of craze in his glare tells you he needs your release just as much as you do. Joel's had an equally torturous halt to his sex life, the last time he tasted someone being a distant mistake he actively tries to forget.

He leans down and presses his forehead against yours, the most tender gesture he's made all night, contrasting the tearing of your panties clean off your body and the gratifyingly rough intrusion of his fingers. Sweat dapples his temples and makes him slip, his nose dips and grazes your cheek. His grizzly facial hair brushes your lips and his breathy pants spill into your mouth, his heart jolting with yours when he finds that spongy spot in your depths and massages it.

"Let it happen," he says again. This time his voice has a degree of softness to it, resembling a plea more than an order. His thumb bends to rub circles around your clit, before he indulges your aching bundle of nerves with direct stimulation of his calloused fingertip. You squeeze your eyes shut with a rapturous groan, your thighs twitch with the anticipation of your resolve finally reaching its breaking point.

"Come for me," Joel growls. Your lower belly presses into his in the narrow space of your sleeping bag as your back arches, creating a delicious sense of pressure on your plush walls. Your mind finds bliss as it loses all sense of reality, besides the ensnaring heat pulsating in your cunt. You claw at Joel's back as you come, your fingers grabbing ahold of his jacket and twisting the fabric so hard in your grip you hear a seam pop.

Joel's eyes are fixated on you throughout the duration of your climax, watching you with mesmerized intrigue. He masterfully slows his fingers to aid the ebb and flow of your come down, but then gives you no choice but to dive headfirst into a second consecutive release as he speeds back up again. Static jumps behind your eyelids and you scream, knotting your fingers in his graying hair. A litany of curses tumbles from your mouth breathlessly and you cry out for him by name, repeating that sweet, solid name on your tongue.

He puts his hand over your mouth not to quiet you - fending off a horde of clickers is well worth hearing your delectable moans and the way his name sounds on your sweet tongue - but to soothe you. From the pitiful upward tick of your brows and your trembling lower lip, he wants to comfort you. To give you a safe landing from your peak and a secure place to decompress.

When your breaths come slower against his palm he takes it away, caressing the softness of your parted lips delicately. He lingers there, committing the sensation to memory for those nights where his romantic yearning for you overpowers his restraint to remain professional and he strokes himself, tangled up all alone in his sheets, to dreams of you.

Tears drip to your neck, some a reaction to the flood of endorphins you weren't sure your body was even capable of producing anymore, and some from the bittersweet nag that this was sure to be a one-time thing with Joel. That all he saw was your vulnerability, combined with a convenient opportunity, and took it.

He stays quiet and dabs your tears away one by one with his free hand, his other still hidden and cradling your sex, feeling its pulsating aftershocks.

You avoid eye contact with him - that would be too intimate for both of you.

He presses a reverent kiss to your forehead, the soft sound of his lips drawing a shuddering breath out of you. An innocent blink trickles with residual tears. You find solace in his warm skin as you tuck your nose under his jaw.

It might sound silly, but you don't care. He's given you a gift that you yourself didn't realize your dire need for. You start to thank him, "Thank y-"

He cuts you off with a shake of his head. The soft movement of his salt and pepper curls makes your words catch in your throat. They wave at you like they're begging for the return of your touch. "No need," he whispers, his voice straining a bit. His trademark gruff hoarseness sounds clearer to you in the silence following the storm than ever before. Or maybe you're just mirroring his incessant need to record every single detail of this encounter.

You shimmy your hand beneath the covers and reach for his bulge, but he shakes his head again, gently pushing your hand away. "But-" you stutter, and he just wants you to stop. Stop being so lovable. So he kisses you. He sighs in concession into the kiss, as the barrier around his heart that's supposed to be impenetrable suffers another blow.

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Hello! Do you by chance have any recs for blood thinner side effect fics (for Buck), or just generally long-term effects of any of his injuries/lingering conditions?

Like (can I post links? Idunno, the title is “a hundred little pieces” by renecdote)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28948266

is absolutely incredible (highly recommend!) and I’m on the lookout. Thanks!

Hi! I've def got a few fics for you. Hope you enjoy!

These are all blood thinner related:

death by blood thinners by carefulren: Buck cuts his arm during a rescue, but he doesn't realize until Eddie walks in on him half-naked in the locker room and covered in blood.

Let That Lonely Feeling Wash Away by 221BSunsetTowers: After the fight with Eddie in the grocery store, Buck drops a glass jar and cuts his hand. Buck's just too tired, thinks he's just too tiring, to do anything but buy some gauze and plan on bandaging himself up at home. Buck's not really thinking about the blood thinners he's still on when the blood loss makes him collapse outside the store, right in front of Eddie.

Bleeding Isn't Optional for Most of Us by actually18pigeons Summary: In the midst of recovering from the leg injury, Buck relapses with self-harm, but the blood thinners make that a bit more of a problem than he anticipated. So what does he do as he's bleeding out on his bathroom floor? Call Eddie of course. Major self-harm trigger warning. Be careful please.

Shaving Gone Wrong by DawnNimbus Summary: Buck not paying attention at work before shift and cuts himself shaving. Eddie freaks out because of the blood thinners. Buck had forgotten to tell the team had been off them for a while.

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These are all Buck having chronic leg pain after being crushed under a firetruck:

Flare Up by actually18pigeons Summary: Off of a chronic pain prompt - Buck has a flareup sometime between healing from the accident and being reinstated. Pre-lawsuit, pre-Buddie (but there's definitely mutual feelings).

Attack from Behind by Shearmouth Summary: For Whumptober Day 6: "Stop, please." Most days, it's nothing. A twinge if he lands on it wrong, an ache during rainstorms. Other days, Buck can't breathe.

featherlight by rogerzsteven Summary: "Can you come over?" Buck asks over the phone— he pleas, and the tremble in his voice clenches Eddie's heart. "Where are you?" Eddie springs to his feet, grabbing his coat and keys in a rush, his brows knitted and face suddenly burning up. "Are you okay?" Eddie hears another choked out mewl over the line. "I'm— I'm home." "Are you okay?" "I'm—" Buck's words get cut off by a pained groan. "God, my—my leg— I c-can't get up." 1 time Buck tends to Eddie's shoulder pain and 1 time Eddie tends to Buck's leg pain. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Chronic Pain

eddie diaz saves the day by buckaroobuddie Summary: Buck's leg acts up as he's trying to rescue someone. Eddie's there to save the day. ---- Written for the prompt "Chronic pain"

cause i will be your safety by rogerzsteven Summary: "Is it your leg?" Eddie whispers as he gives Buck's shoulder blade a gentle squeeze. Buck nods his head without even lifting his face from the pillow and whimpers quietly. Eddie sits on the edge of the couch, wraps his fingers around Buck's leg and scoots closer so he can rest Buck's leg on his lap. "Hey." Eddie says when Buck tries to get his leg free from Eddie's touch. "Let me see." Buck has a leg cramp. Eddie helps him as he can. bad things happen bingo: crying into chest

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These are all post tsunami nightmares and panic attacks:

Fall On Me by lionheartedghost Summary: “You never used to go this way,” Eddie said. “It’s quicker to take a left back on Pine and go along by the ocean.” “This way’s quicker,” Buck said absently. “Cuts out the traffic.” “No it doesn’t.” Eddie looked at him carefully. “It just cuts out the beach.” Written for the promptabuddie prompt, "Eddie helps Buck deal with his fear of water following the tsunami."

Bring Me Back by Stennerd Summary: It's been months since the tsunami and Buck had been doing just fine. All it took was walking through water to bring it all crashing back.

Bucky bear by wolfypuppypiles Summary: Buck is still struggling with nightmares after the tsunami and Eddie and Christopher come up with a plan to help him feel safe at night.

Ghost in the night by wolfypuppypiles Summary: So, apparently one of the side effects of trauma can be sleepwalking. Yeah. Buck thought it was pretty weird too. Queue worry, angst, baby gates and pep talks :)

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hmm hmm i really want some xenogender coining mutuals yall are cool!! pls pls pls interact plea🙏🙏🙏

[blueparadis]

❝𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 ❞

+themes : erotica, romance, violence

+cw : mutual pinning, slow burn, hurt with comfort, fwb tropes, afab reader, mention of gang violence, cigarette smoking, contains Inui's pov and reader's, monologues; blow job, f➝ m receiving, sub-dom dynamics, powerplay, switching powerplay, domish afab-reader,soft dom inui.

+wc : 1k

+type : oneshot

+notes : this is for @kshira 's fwb collab.

+synopsis : inui never thought there would be someone who would wash over his scars like a hurricane.

+tagging : @tokyoredlightdistrict @tometpd @shibuyawardnetwork

"Tsk, just be still for a while, Sei" ,your sharp tone of talk died as your lips wrapped around his leaking cock making him twitch. The neatly tucked bedsheet now is clustered under Inui's grip as you slide your tongue along the girth from his swollen tip, licking those warm veins. He throws back his head groaning , shutting his eyes yet his lustrous orbs try to lurk all over your half-naked beauty.

Having nothing but a lingerie set makes him wanna just gawk at you as you sucked his throbbing member. But he was overflowing with heat,head all mushy, breaths irregular yet he can't just make you stop. He doesn't want to,not until he cums; his hands that often reach to plam your head retreats reminding how you didn't give him permission to touch yet.

"Wow, you're really loud today!" , you add as you pump his cock,eyes flying back threating his sanity while he exploits his lower lip. "Ummmhnm! 'm gonna cum, gonna'um ",he mumbles and you give his pulsating, veiny cock a pump with a huge broad squeeze getting a gush of white fluid all over your chest.

"Umm, sorry I — I didn't —he stammers to speak being short of breath; He crouched resting his head on his sweaty arms and he mumbles something : "we should ha— you throw him a towel blocking his trail of words.

"What's up with you today? You're awfully quite today.",you state while emptying half of the bottle. Inui still doesn't talk,he simply dresses himself up saying, "just tired." It's not like you can press him for further details but it sure wouldn't hurt , would it?

"Just tired?", you ask putting a oversized tee hanging upto your knees.

He nods in response proceeding towards the exit but he halts as your frail, feeble plea reaches his ears. "Inui,can I hug you?",you blurt out ,heart pounding like crazy as if it jumped into your ears. Inui tilts his head a little carefully inspecting your parted lips before closing the gap in between you two.

You step back with a jolt losing your balance but the perth of the cabinet saves you. His face his close to yours ,eyes diving into yours , hands along your soft palms yet just inches apart. He leans and whispers into your ears,"you know you can't."

The squelch of his kiss felt different this time,a little too desperate as he sinks his teeth along your neck, making you gasp. You hands extend upto his shoulder trying to wrap him in your embrace but he quickly grabs you wrist pulling out his wet lips.

He stares at you with an intense gaze as if his anger knew no bounds. While you are busy in figuring out him, he places a soft kiss on your cheeks and releases his grip. "I'll text you later. I should get going.",he nearly hums and leaves your room.

"What the fuck was that? What did he mean by you know you can't. It's not like I'm going to hug him for the first time. Moreover,why did he stop me?",you kept sinking in your reverie while holding your arm under the running tap; rubbing your wrist rashly noticing that his grip left a mark.

'we should have never met. Fuck, i should have never kissed her that day.' inui thinks dashing into his bed,tired and exhausted. And he regrets how he wasn't unable to control himself and kissed you at the lonely corner of the street,under the lamp post. He regrets how you touched those parts of him that he hated the most. He regrets how he pinned you up against the wall, kissing you like a mad man. Now, you both were too deep into this : wanting more yet fearing it.

"Aren't you a new face here?", the cashier asked as you were about to hand him the money. It's almost middle of the night and ofcourse people would be noisy even if you were a regular. Keeping the money on the counter you dashed out of the shop.

"You shouldn't be out at this hour", a bold voice remarks as you hold the cigarette in between your lips, searching for the lighter.

"Oh my goodness ! what happened to your face?", you question the boy with a scar upon his face. Inui didn't register your words instead he repeated his words adding a question to it.

"i should've come earlier to meet you like we talked but my question is why are you still here?", you push his thought onto him being busy with searching the lighter.

'why does she asks me things i don't wanna answer? Yes, i waited for you so what?', inui clicks his tongue pondering to cover it up with a lie and sometimes he thinks he is a very good liar.

"did you get into another fight? you're bleeding too: c'mon i'll -inui seemed lost while you were busy dabbing the far end of the serape near his temple.

He doesn't shove your hand instead places his hand upon yours; he mumbles, "we should have met earlier", enough to be audible to you. Heated cheeks, synced heartbeats and then he pulls you into his embrace.

"what's wrong, sei? —

are you okay?—

what happened? "

but he just tightens his hug. At that moment, you wanted to throw the cigarette and hug him back but would he really let you do that?

"inui, let's go home and we can talk, 'kay? i'm freezing", you add and he releases his grip taking those bags from your hand.

"come to think of it, this actually started right there?", you spoke with an intention of easing him up a little. He chuckles at your statement which is not a good sign 'cause whenever he does that he enacts something mischievous. You bite your lip in nervousness while he speaks, "So wanna try it again?"

with his hands being busy with carrying bags he simply can't or could he now? but his soft warm voice laces your earlobes as he whispers ,"i'm sorry"

"why ? what are you sorry for —and he leans towards your stature,his frame towering over you. He takes your lower lip into his mouth while your hand reaches the wall for support, yet his, still holding the bag. He pulls your lower lip holding in-between his teeth and releases it ; head sinking into your shoulder.

"How about we level up this time?", he murmurs providing a trail of tickles making you quiver. He turns his head towards you, his cold tip of nose grazing your neck, his soft wet lips touching your collar bones.

and now, you can finally hug him back.

'i bet she blamed herself too, like I did— for feeling this way! God! I should have said that earlier.' , inui thinks as he feels your arms wrapped around him.

[kalee60]

"Send me an anymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write. (maybe I will write a tidbit)" BITCH WHEN ARE WE WRITING THE SUGAR DADDY SHRUNKYCLUNKS AU WE OWE THE WORLD. I'M HERE. YOU CAN'T IGNORE ME. I'LL STAY RIGHT HERE AT YOUR FRONT DOOR.

Lynne... Come on Lynne - this is unfair (and has been sitting in my inbox for the last two months or so... Yeah I'm tardy... Oops)...

Now if you were at my front door, I would be inviting you in for a gorgeous drop of Shiraz from the Barossa or McLaren Vale first - and then second you'd probably need a sleep because it's a hell of a flight to Australia 😉

And somehow, bitch is one of the nicest endearments you've called me 🥰

But honestly... I can't imagine one person who would be interested in a sugar daddy shrunkyclunks fic with these two...

I mean who would want to pick up something that has a gorgeous 20-something shy and soft around the middle Bucky just trying to connect with people and a lonely and broken almost 40 year old Captain America (sorry, Steve Rogers) who is also just looking to connect?? Definitely not something I would read - no way!

Then to add to this terrible idea the fact it's a sexless sugar relationship - it's companionship because of course they get along so well and respect the other too much. And how ridiculous to have them pining for each other the whole time wanting to make it physical... To make it a real relationship... But both in denial.

Who even likes mutual pining to begin with? Not me!!

While we are at it, let's just throw them into a week in Cinque Terra... Where there is only one bed in their private villa overlooking the ocean. God it sounds just awful...

Seriously Lynne - this idea tanks... there is no way people would ever read a story written by you and me!

But I mean - I feel like maybe, just maybe, it might have potential...

Bucky stared at the brand new shiny Stark phone Steve handed him, knowing it wasn't even on the market yet, and he didn't want to entertain the idea of how much it would have cost. A welling of gratitude and warmth filled Bucky as he took a moment to stare at the device, fearful that if he glanced up, Steve would read the emotion, the sheer depth of feelings in his eyes.

"Steve," Bucky said softly, "You didn't have to."

"I know, but I wanted to. You mentioned your old one didn't even connect to the internet anymore."

"But that's not what I -"

"Shush, just take it." Steve insisted, his deep commanding voice sending a shiver down Bucky's spine to his toes. God, he wanted that voice close to his ear, whispering filthy things Bucky could only dream of. "Unless it's not the one you want, I can see if Tony has -"

"No! No, sorry, it's perfect." Bucky paused and finally lifted his eyes, immediately entranced at the way Steve was looking down at him with a soft smile curving his lips. "Thank you, Steve."

Bucky felt heat rise in his cheeks at the pleased expression on Steve's face, wanting to always see it directed his way. And Steve's generosity shouldn't surprise him because he'd always been like this since they first started the arrangement; caring, considerate, looking out for Bucky financially and sending him gifts. Steve made sure he wasn't lacking in anything - and to be honest, at first it was overwhelming, but Bucky was used to it now.

Too used to it.

So used to it, it was going to be his downfall when Steve tired of him, when he moved on as he would inevitably do.

At times being Captain America's sugarbaby was what dreams were made of. Except...

Sure, Steve showered him with gifts and essentially paid for everything, but there was one thing missing, one thing Bucky desperately wanted but couldn't ask for, the words, the plea sticking in his throat each time he went to ask. It was something that generally went hand in hand with an arrangement like they had, and had never been discussed.

Sex.

Hmmmm... It might work out...

Well, even if it takes a while, I think we might just get there 😘 (you know, once our energy cells are back to full... 2027 could be a start? 😂)

Until then - these boys live rent free in our minds (and that's entirely your fault Ms Lynne!)

[pugszler]

so i know i'm not exactly a great blog to follow, nor a good writer who actually puts out content regularly, nor am i a particularly fun or responsive friend to have....... but i do really wish i could interact w my mutuals and followers more often and in more meaningful ways.

not sure if u guys noticed but i don't have many friends at all and i have even fewer that i talk to daily, share special interests with, or do "actual friend stuff" with. i am... extremely lonely and unhappy. as of right now, i've never felt more alienated in my life than i do today. i don't like it and i want things to change.

so. i guess this is my plea to whoever cares enough to have read this far... would you like to get to know me better and be my friend? cause i def want to be friends w you.

i'm surprised im not already close to some of my mutuals bc some of us have been following each other for way over 5 years, some maybe even close to 10 years. but we don't talk ever? it makes me really sad.

i am not kidding when i say that i am totally comfortable w connecting w you guys in any way, shape, or form that you'd prefer.

wanna chat w me on discord? sure, i don't use it much at all but hell yea you can add me! yakuzadog#6720

wanna follow my personal blog where i overshare and never shut up? fuck Yes pls follow me!

wanna play online games w me? LET'S DO IT i got xbone, ps4, and switch!

literally add me anywhere. i'm on snapchat, twitter, fb, instagram, steam, wherever tf (not tiktok tho). i am also miserably single. pls feel free to flirt w me.

any of you guys into bungo stray dogs and i didn't know?? we should be best friends bc i am currently hyperfixated w that series. (i am extremely quiet about it on almost all of my blogs bc i have no one to scream with about it. i have a bsd side blog but it's new and i don't know how to approach the fandom at all yet and im basically an anime-only casual newb who only focuses on the wan-like schnanigans and reading fluffy fanfic of the dumbest ship I've ever fallen for in my life lmao.

if anything, talk to me about voice actors and seiyuu cause i'm obsessed w em and i can talk about them for Hours.

so yea... please be my friend? 🥺 or at least interact w my posts more or send me things when i rb ask games... pls pls pls 🥺

[honeyymistt]

Hello honey! It's been a short while since I started following your blog but the kindness I see here makes me a little bit less sad. So thank you so much.

Saying that, I wanted to see your take on a topic I have been struggling for years which is loneliness. I am feeling like an outcast in my small group of friends and workplace. And I'm so scared of being lonely, even though I like my alone time.

How do you deal with loneliness?

Sorry if this is a hard topic for you, but I am desperate for any advice at this point.

Thank you again for bringing kindness and togetherness to the world <3

aw :( i don't think i'll ever get used to hearing the kind words about this blog,, truly, it warms my heart. i am so so so glad that the kindness on this blog helps brighten your mood a little bit. come check out the blog as often as you'd like <3 Also before I start, I just wanted to apologize for how late this post is. I was rly struggling to write a response out and I didn’t want to post something I wasn’t happy with :( but thank you so much for waiting 💖

If it provides any comfort, I feel the exact same way. I’m introverted so I like to recharge by spending time alone. I probably enjoy my own company a bit too much. I hate to admit it, but I am absolutely terrified of being alone in the future. And that’s probably the first time I’ve ever admitted it. Something that I think people don’t understand is that being introverted doesn’t mean being alone is easy or that you never get lonely. I know when the pandemic hit, people were saying “this is an introvert’s dream” and at first, it was. But after awhile, it wasn’t. I’m going through a lot of changes right now so I feel lonely often - I’m right there with you!! You can only be alone for so long before you start to feel lonely. So your loneliness is completely valid, even though you like your alone time!

I’m really sad to hear that you feel like an outcast in your current friend group. I’ve been there before, trust me. It’s a hard pill to swallow but I’ve learned that I’d rather be alone than be with the wrong people. By no means do you have to ghost yourself from this friend group. For all I know, they could be the kindest and funniest people. But if they aren’t for you, they aren’t for you. Sometimes you need to separate from the wrong people in order to give yourself the chance to find your people.

I always say that hobbies/mutual interests are a great way to make friends. If there are any clubs or fan events (if you’re apart of any fandoms) or if there are any activities you want to try, then try them out!!! Maybe you’ll meet someone through that. And that means you’ll have a common interest too!! Another thing you could do is ask to meet some of your friends’ friends (maybe if you have any friends who aren’t in that specific friend group). If my friend is friends with someone, then chances are pretty high that I’ll like them and get along with them. It never hurts to ask to meet them!

Since I’m still a student, I can’t say much about my experience with making friends at a work place. But I do know that a lot of people don’t feel like they connect with their coworkers on a personal level. If possible, maybe you could ask someone in your workplace out to lunch? Or if you take a break to get coffee and someone else is there, you can compliment them or something to start a conversation. Or if you’re bolder, maybe you could suggest some sort of workplace bonding or like a holiday party? Again, this advice isn’t that amazing since I don’t know the specifics of your workplace’s environment. But I would give it try!!

Lastly!! I think it’s important to give yourself a lot of time to make friends. It won’t happen overnight and not every person you meet will become a best friend but if you’re putting in the effort to get to know people, to talk to someone first, to put yourself out of your comfort zone, then that counts for something. And for what it’s worth, if you’re ever feeling lonely, then please please please know that you’re always welcome to come to my inbox or private messages. Remember that I feel lonely sometimes too, so you messaging me would brighten my day 🤍

[sukkadeservedbetter]

It’s Different.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: After a dramatic and traumatizing experience at a gas station, things with Tom hit different.

Warnings: Mugging/Robbery

Word Count: 2.6 of fluff

You’ve always been oddly comforted by the smell of gasoline. Anything that smelled like a car garage had always left you with a sense of euphoria: new tires, exhaust pipes, and metals. It wasn't something you could really explain, but as the faint smell of gasoline entered your nose after a horribly long day at work, you welcomed it.

Your mother always told you not to let your mileage gauge get below 50 miles, but you never listened to her. Tonight you got to the gas station with 10 miles left. Tempting the fates was becoming a little hobby of yours—at least when it came to getting gas. Mainly because you hated pumping gas. It wasn't hard, or even a lot of work, but you always realized you needed gas at the worst possible times. Like tonight, for example. You didn't have anywhere to be, but you were tired. You debated whether you wanted to prolong getting into your comfy clothes tonight or wake up earlier tomorrow in order to fill your stupid car with gas. In the end, prolonging rest now seemed a whole lot better than waking up any earlier than you needed to tomorrow.

You begrudgingly dragged your exhausted body out of your car. It wasn't all that late, but the sun had gone down behind the hills and a faint wind nipped at your neck and cheeks. Summer was officially over, but the remanence of long, warm nights hung in the faint pink glow of the horizon. You scrolled through your phone mindlessly as your car's tank filled agonizingly slowly. You heard your mother's voice telling you that you should always wait in your car while pumping gas at night, just in case. You shook off her words. You lived in the sleepiest part of L.A. where nothing even remotely interesting happened. It was all families and Instagram models here—not crackheads and gangs.

The gas pump clicked, letting you know you were finally done with this heinous chore. You placed the pump back in its holster and finished up paying on the pin pad. As you pivoted on your left foot to turn around and hop into your car, you felt cool metal press against the back of your skull. Your throat closed immediately. The pounding in your chest became overwhelmingly loud. Your ears rang and everything began to slow. Whoever was behind you spoke, but you couldn't hear anything.

They teach you about the "fight or flight response," but they never tell you about the third reaction in response to fear: freeze. You wanted to scream, or run, or kick, but you couldn't do anything. Your lip began to quiver as you cursed yourself for never listening to your mom's advice. The person behind you grabbed onto your arm so hard you yelped.

"Shut the fuck up!" The voice yelled. It was deep and gravely. "I said, give me your money and I won't have to use this." You heard the sound of his gun cocking and you let out a silent wail.

"I don't have anything," you plea, putting your hands up to show you were literally empty-handed.

"Do you think I'm a fucking idiot? Where is your purse? In the car? Walk." The man shoved you towards your car. Your mind raced with possibilities of how to get out of the situation. You quickly realized that you were either going to have to give him your money or he would shoot you and there was no in-between. For a moment you let yourself hope that someone would save you in a damsel-in-distress moment, but you knew that real life wasn't a fairytale, and knights in shining armor were far and in between in L.A.

The man turned you around and shoved you against your car door causing you to wince. When you saw his face you let out a sob. He was wearing a Spider-Man mask. Your mind went straight to Tom. You and Tom had been friends for years. You knew he was kind and good, but you couldn't help but associate him with the mask and that made this situation so much worse.

"Now, give me your money so I don't have to blow your fucking head off," The man sneered. You gulped as you turned around to open your car door. The man placed a harsh hand on your hip as you bent over to reach for your purse. Your throat closed up again thinking about what he might do after you give him the money. You grabbed both your debit and credit card out of your wallet. In a stroke of dumb luck, you remembered something from a John Mulaney special you had watched with Tom a while back.

"Here. Fetch!" You yelled as you turned around and chucked your cards as far away from yourself and the car as you could. The man shoved you into your car, causing you to hit your head, as he ran towards your cards which were now scattered about 20 yards away. You slammed your door shut and drove away quickly, hoping he wouldn't shoot towards your speeding car. You felt numb. Your body shook as you drove. You wanted to go home and sob, but you knew you had to go to the police station first.

The police station took forever. You sat in a boring room that was too bright and too cold as you listened to a policewoman talk you through the process of filing a report. You weren't fully there and if she had asked you to repeat what she was saying you wouldn't have been able to. After what seemed like forever, the police let you go. You got in your car and stared forward mindlessly. Where were you supposed to go? Home was the obvious answer, but you didn't want to go back to your dark and lonely apartment after what had happened. Every time you blinked you saw Spider-Man holding a gun towards you.

You realized that you wanted to see Tom. Tom always knew how to make you feel better and after being terrorized by someone who looked like Spider-Man, Tom's happy-go-lucky attitude and soft British voice was something you craved. You checked the time to find that it was nearing 11:30. Tom might not even be home, but you didn't care. You considered calling him first, just to see if he was home, or wanted to see you, but you were already outside of his apartment before you could truly comprehend that you were heading to him.

You stood with shaking hands outside of his building. As you pressed the call button for his apartment, you became instantly anxious. What if Tom didn't want to see you? What if he had someone over? What if—

"Hello?" Tom's voice rang from the speaker. You let out a shaky sigh of relief. At least he was home. "Hello?" Tom asked again.

"Oh, uh. Hi, Tom..."

"(Y/N)? What're you doing here?" He didn't sound upset, just confused.

"I, uh... can I come up?"

"Yeah, of course!" The door buzzed and clicked open. You pushed the ornate gold handle and began bounding up the stairs. You should've taken the elevator in your state, but you didn't want to wait. Your heart was pounding as you climbed to the ninth floor. By the time you got to Tom's apartment, you were out of breath. You took a moment to compose yourself before you knocked. Tom opened the door with a sideways smile. Upon seeing his face you immediately crumpled into his arms and started sobbing. You hadn't processed what had happened yet, but seeing Tom all soft and warm in his hoodie and sweats made you feel safe.

Tom grabbed you just before you hit the floor and wrapped you into a tight hug. You knew he was probably scared and confused, but you couldn't stop crying long enough to explain yourself. You were ugly crying. There were snot and tears coming out of and your jagged breaths made you feel as though you could vomit. Tom didn't say anything he just rubbed your back and pulled you onto his couch.

"I'm-- I'm so... so sorry," You choked out.

"Shhh, it's okay," Tom comforted. "It's alright, Darlin'." Even upset that pet name made your heart swell. "What's going on?" Tom asked. You took a few seconds to gain some composure. You sat up and wiped the tears from your face as best you could. After a few seconds of uneven breathing, you began to tell Tom what happened. His brows furrowed and his grip on your thigh tightened as you told him how this stranger attacked you.

"I didn't mean to bother you so late I just... I didn't know where to go," you said as you concluded your story.

“No, it’s okay! I’m glad you can here. You’re always welcome here. You know that.” Tom pulled you in for another tight hug. You breathed in his cologne. The familiar scent sent your brain back to last spring when the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Tom wasn’t just a friend—or he was, but with benefits. Two years ago after a bad break up and a lot of tequila the two of you first hooked up. After that, it became custom for the two of you to get together whenever you were both single and in the same place. It wasn’t constant and both you had been in and out of relationships since you first hooked up, but when it happened it happened—no questions asked. A part of you often longed for something more, but at the end of the day, you were just happy to have someone like Tom in your life.

You looked up at Tom through glassy eyes. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him. Tom had always been good at reading you even if you swore you had a great poker face. Tom placed two fingers under your chin and tilted your head so that your lips met his. It was a soft kiss, nothing particularly special, but behind it was all the care in the world and it was mutual. You break apart after only a few seconds.

"I hope that makes up for that asshole using my likeness to mug you." You let out a shaky laugh.

"It did. Thank you."

"I cannot believe the wisdom of John Mulaney came to you in your moment of crisis," Tom laughed.

"Actually, I think it was Detective J.J. Bittenbinder's wisdom," you teased. As you moved to sit completely upright you winced.

"You okay?" Tom asked, suddenly worried.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. That guy just rattled me around a bit. I'll be fine." You were lying. You would be fine, but your hip and back and arm hurt like hell and you didn't want Tom to worry.

"Okay..." Tom said, obviously still unsure. "Do you want to shower? It'll help you relax."

"Yeah, that would be really nice." Tom helped you up from the couch. You followed him to his bathroom with his hand interlaced in yours. You forgot how attractive an attentive/over-protective Tom was.

"You can get in. I'll go grab you a towel," Tom said. You didn't really respond so much as nod, but you knew he knew that you meant, "sure, thank you." You quickly stripped yourself of your clothing and stepped into the steaming water. You winced and cowered away from the water as it hit your forming bruises. You looked down at the marks on your arm and hip which were already red and swollen. The faint outline of fingers traced over your hip. Looking down at the marks, you wanted to cry again, but you knew that there was no point.

You heard the bathroom door open again and could just see Tom's figure from behind the fogged-up glass door. You closed your eyes and let the water pour over your face. When you opened your eyes again Tom's figure was closer to the door, but this time it was devoid of clothing. The door opened and Tom stepped in silently. You turned around to face him.

"Hi," You whispered.

"Hi. This okay?" Tom asked. You nodded, but you suddenly felt the need to cover yourself. You couldn't figure out why you felt so exposed. Tom had seen you naked plenty of times, but this felt different. This was so much more intimate. Normally when you were naked in front of Tom alcohol was involved and during the times it wasn't your exposed body was veiled by the haze of lust and need. Now there was nothing to conceal your skin or your bruises.

Tom's eyes immediately went towards the mark on your arm. He lifted it up to see the bruise better and felt like you could see his heartbreaking as his face crumpled at the sight. "Baby..." he whined, pulling you in for another hug. Your breath caught in your chest at the pet name. Tom never called you 'baby' except for during sex. You (along with most other girls) were always 'love' or 'darling", but this time he called you baby. It felt different.

Your wet body pressed against his. You had never showered with Tom. It was nice. It wasn't sexual like you assumed it would be. In fact, for once, Tom wasn't trying to make an intimate situation sexual at all. Tom pressed a wet kiss to your forehead. "I'm so sorry," he said against your hair.

"It's fine," you mumbled back. Tom turned you around so that your back was now against his chest. You felt his fingertips skim over what you assumed to be various bruises on your back. Without warning, Tom brought his lips down to your shoulders and peppered open kisses across them. He brought his arms around your waist and you bit back a huge grin. Either subconsciously or out of habit leaned your neck to the side to give Tom better access to your neck. Rather than giving you a hickey like you expected him to, he pressed a soft kiss to the exposed skin and turned your head back to meet his lips.

This kiss was different than the kiss you shared on the couch. This kiss was slow and deliberate. Tom slipped in just enough tongue to give you the chills. You could've stayed in that moment forever, but you knew all too well that all good things must come to an end. After what seemed like hours you and Tom stepped out of the shower into the foggy bathroom. Tom wrapped a towel around you, kissing your forehead again in the process. You internally groaned at the thought of putting your jeans back on and going home. Like always, Tom was one step ahead of you.

"Do you want to stay?" Tom asked, but it wasn't like he normally asked you. Something in his voice was different. "I could stay on the couch if you want the bed to yourself, or you could have the couch. I just..." He was nervous.

"You don't need to sleep on the couch," You said, calming Tom's nerves. "You just have to let me borrow a t-shirt."

"Deal." Tom handed you one of his shirts. You slipped your panties back on and let Tom's shirt engulf your figure. It smelled like him. By the time you were finished drying your hair, Tom was already in bed. He was awake, but barely. You slipped into bed next to him and kissed his cheek.

"Thanks, Tommy."

"Of course, (Y/N)." You had ended your nights so many times in the same way in Tom's bed, but when he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder, something felt different.

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A/N: This is loosely based on an experience I had a few months back and while getting gas I got inspired! Lemme know what you think :)