#but i was going so fast my head hit too and i slid like 20 feet

[cyborg-hydra-girl-thing]

fell on my face rollerblading and now i’ve got a sweet ass scar above my left eyebrow where my glasses bit me 😎

[brbzonedout]

Miles comforts insecure reader

Pairing: E!42 Miles x Fem(tomboy)!Reader

Warnings: Body Imagine issues, catcalling?, Crying.

You stared at yourself in the mirror turning to see the pair of jeans at every possible angle.

“Ain’t no way,” you muttered to yourself.

The pair of snug fitting 2000s style jeans hugged your thighs and hips in a way that made it uncomfortable to stand let alone walk.

Eying yourself in the mirror you started to feel extremely insecure. Ever since you hit puberty you’ve been thick and developed faster than the other kids in your grade. It wasn’t a bad thing by any means it’s natural but for you it brought a lot of unwanted attention at such a young age and that carried well into your teenage years.

Earlier before you and Miles entered the store you both decided to stop for chick-fil-a. While in line an older guy maybe in his late 20s and his friend decided to take it apon himself to comment about how you looked in your school uniform. Commenting that you had quote on quote “anime thighs” and that he’d “Take that over a desk any day,” Miles wanted so badly to chew them out up held back after you said not to start anything.

Bring a shy person to begin with didn’t help much, so to cope with your feelings, you started wearing slightly baggier clothes. They gave you a sense of comfortability you hadn’t felt in a long time. On top of that the style was just cute in general.

But today while in the mall with your boyfriend he picked out the jeans for you. Was this him saying he didn’t like the type of clothes you wear now?

“You good in there?” Miles said from outside of the dressing room.

You jumped being startled out of your zoned out state.

“Y-yeah i’m cool…” you shouted back making sure he heard you.

You didn’t want to have to lie twice.

“Can I come in?”

“If you want…” you cringed at the way that came out, like you didn’t want him in there.

Miles slightly parted the curtain and slid in through the crack.

“If I want?” he said eying you up and down with a slight smile.

You shrugged.

Miles look up and met your eyes through the mirror before you broke eye contact causing him to start worrying.

“What you don’t like ‘em?”

You shrugged again lightly pulling at the material around your thighs.

“They’re nice…kind of tight-”

The boy put his slim fingers through your belt loops and pulled back lightly.

“Mm, yeah I guess- ain’t that the style though? Want me to go get a bigger size?”

“The style? You sound like your mom,” you forced a giggle at the boy honestly trying to change the subject.

He smiled at your comment and stuffed his hands in his pockets. But, his eyes glanced up at yours. Once you broke eye contact for the second time he knew something was wrong.

“So do you want a bigger size? They’re right out there.” The boy peeked through the curtain and squinted to see the available sizes, “I think the next size u-”

You cut him off, “Don’t we gotta find something for you too? Is it getting late?” You rambled and scrambled to find your phone to “check the time”.

“Baby….” he said flatly with a slight confused look on his face, “why are you avoiding my question?”

Eye brows furrowed trying your best to create a false confused expression, you turned around to face him.

“What question?”

“Seriously?”

“Miles-”

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

With a slight pout you played with the hem of your white collard shirt, “I just don’t like the pants…”

“Ok? That’s fine we can look for more.” he shrugged.

You looked in the mirror once again noticing how the denim tightened around your hips…and thighs…and butt. The man’s voice played back in your head, “I’d take that over a desk any day,” it was too overwhelming. You just broke down.

In your relationship with Miles he had never seen anything trigger you this much and this fast.

Without hesitation he stepped forward and gently placed his hand on your arms to calm you down.

“Hol’ on hol’ on, chill i can’t understand you if you’re crying. Just relax ok?” said as he rubbed his thumb soothingly over your arm.

You took a deep breath in and wiped your tear stained cheek with the heel of you palm then nodded head.

“I don’t like how they look on me, and it just triggered me cuz of what happened earlier.”

Miles sat you both down on the dressing room floor listening intently making sure you understood he heard you.

“Then why’d you say you liked them?”

“I thought you would want me to get them? I don’t know. I just wanted to get out of here.”

He chuckled, “Since when do you care what I think about clothes?”

With a quick glance up you thought for a moment then laughed sniffling and wiping your tears once again. “Ok true, I don’t. I don’t know you just seemed to like them a lot.”

“Listen I don’t give a fuck what you wear I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable,” he leaned back against the dressing room wall, “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I told you what to wear all the time.”

“A bad one.”

“A bad one,” he parroted you. “And what that bitch said earlier don’t matter he was ignorant and obviously gets no play talking about anime thighs. Looked almost 30 acting like a little bitch.”

You smiled slightly and nodded sitting up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for an embrace.

“I’m sorry that was dramatic, breaking down out of nowhere.”

Miles hugged back and laid a quick peck on your cheek.

“Stop apologizing for dumb stuff, no offense. You were sad so you cried it’s normal, now come on we gotta go I don’t think i’m supposed to be in here.” he laughed and handed you the skirt you walked in with.

A smile came across your face as you took the clothes from him.

“Wanna get Cinnabon after this?” you asked unbuttoning the jeans.

“What kind of question is that? No duh I want Cinnabon!”

This is lowkey based on myself, this was really fun though. Exploring different emotions I feel like i’m getting slightly better. Thank you for reading!! Remember requests are open right now so don’t be shy!

[minjiarchive]

“just one quickie baby” | g!p jiu x fem!reader

since you guys seemed interested in g!p... then id think you'd like this one 🤔 honestly its my first time writing g!p so hopefully it's good!

warning / smut, quickie (reader and jiu almost get caught LOL)

“Just one quickie baby, please...”

“Minji,” You moaned in her mouth which she gladly took in to silence you. Her overbearing want to fuck you was taking control over her. Seeing you in that red dress that she loved so much on you since you wore it was enough to get her hard. “We won't have enough time.”

“We will, I'll make sure to go so fast inside of you,” Her voice was deep but desperate, how cute? Minji's never-ending grinding showed how much she wanted you. You were hard to resist, and she proved it to you with each helpless moan she let out.

“I already know you want it.” If you said she wasn't true then you would be lying. Your only worry was the members waiting for you and eventually coming up to your room to see what was taking so long. But, with her convincing words, you gave in.

Your hand impatiently tugged at her pants, giving her the hint that you were ready for her. Her bulge grew bigger when your hand skimmed over her length intentionally. She smirked and left a harsh kiss on your lips before removing her pants fully, leaving her underwear only for you to take off.

Once her cock was standing freely, you stroked it slowly. You could feel her throbbing around you with the need to put it inside of you. There was no time to tease her and edge her all you want though, so you stopped and met her eyes. She saw how much she made you into a pretty mess for her — it really couldn't get more exciting than this.

Minji put one of her hands over your mouth to (hopefully) mute your moans. Truth is, she'd love to hear you loud and clear though. A wave of pleasure hit you both when she slid into you with ease. Her first few thrusts were slow at first but as you remembered what she said earlier, that wouldn't last too long. She started to speed up her pace, pounding herself in and out of you.

She stretched you out perfectly too. Minji never failed to meet your expectations, she always knew how to make you feel good no matter what situation you were in. You were always so amazed by what she could do to you. Even if you both had to make it quick like now — it always felt so good.

Your legs unconsciously spread more apart for her as she hid her face into your neck while sucking on your soon-to-be bruised skin. Despite the fact her thrusting got sloppy at times, she still went at you rough and fast. The thought of the members catching you was the least of your worries now.

You were close to reaching your high but you heard familiar voices out in the hallway, approaching your room closer and closer with each slap of your bodies. “Jiu unnie? Y/N? Are you guys almost ready?”

Shit. Dami and Gahyeon were outside your room with only a wood door barricading the nasty sounds between you and Minji. You knew you should be concerned about getting caught but why did it make you so excited?

“Baby... they're gonna hear us-”

“Just keep fucking me, Minji. I'm so close.” You whimpered against her lips. There was no going back now. She gripped onto your hips and took full control of your body. Her cock was deep into your dripping pussy and with no mercy, she slammed herself in you one last time before reaching her orgasm.

“Y/N please, I'm cumming...” Throwing her head back with her last thrust. Her voice was broken and whiny, thanks to you. You and Minji were both in your own world at this point, not caring about how loud you were or if others could hear you. It was all euphoria and pleasure. She filled you up just right before pulling out her coated cock with all your wetness out of you.

“Uh, I think we'll need another 20 minutes.”

[billys-pretty-babe]

Nights with Him

Pairing : Slightly Older!Billy x Fem!Reader

Summary : You fell hard and fast for him, you're incredibly lucky that you're the lucky lady that gets to spend nights with him.

Warnings : Swearing, sprinkles of prior smut is implied, slight age gap

Word count : 1,106

A/N : Billy is 25 and reader is 20 - 21

Grease popped in the pan as Billy flipped the bacon, he insisted on breakfast for dinner and you weren't going to complain as you sat on the counter, your skin holding a soft glow as his held the same along with some red marks here and there on his biceps, back and chest, curls pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck.

He looked at you, giving you a soft smile. "Mind putting napkins on this plate," he asked as he slid a blue plate towards you. You did as he asked and held the plate as he put the bacon slices on the plate before he took the plate from you and wrapped the bacon in foil to keep it hot.

He began cooking the rest of the food, as you inched towards him, wrapping your arms around him so that your hands rested on his bare abdomen. You kissed the birthmark on his shoulder and he hummed. "Love you." You smiled, "I love you too, B." Soon, dinner was finished and he made sure the stove was completely off before plating your food first.

He held it above his head, "Kiss for food." You laughed and held his face as you placed a sweet and tender kiss on his slightly chapped lips. You pulled away and he handed your plate to you before grabbing his own plate and the two of you sat at the table together. "Feeling okay? Not sore or hurt or anything?" You shook your head, "All good." He smiled and nodded as the two of you began to eat.

It was silent, the two of you had already talked about your day, and the silence was comforting for you, especially after the activities your body was just put through. Billy nudged your foot with his. "Are you sure you're okay?" You smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I'm sure. Thank you." He nodded as he pushed his shorter curls to the back, having escaped the hair tie.

Nights were always comforting for both of you after a hectic day at work, this was your time to relax and to just be in the presence of your boyfriend. The dining room was silent besides forks hitting plates, Billy's loud and obnoxious gulping and his snickering as you glared at him. "You sound like children after they finish playing outside." He raised a brow, "That was oddly specific." You shrugged, "That's what my younger brother sounds like." He hummed and finished eating before groaning loudly as he stretched.

"You're just loud today, huh?" He raised a brow at you, making your heart race. "Says the one practically screaming my name." You rolled your eyes, "Was not, I was as quiet as a mouse." This time, he rolled his eyes as he mocked your moans, causing you to be embarrassed, "Stop it, it's not funny." He laughed and pushed his empty plate away from him.

You finished your dinner and stood up and took Billy's plate and he followed you to the kitchen. "Want me to wash them?" You shook your head, "You made dinner, I can wash these plates and forks." He nodded and propped himself up against the counter as he watched you wash the dishes and laughed as you splashed water onto your shirt.

You dried everything and Billy put the dishes away. He rubbed his eyes, in dire need of sleep as he let out a loud yawn, smacking his lips just as loud. Billy was a loud man, you knew that, everything he did was loud in some form when it was just the two of you. "Can we go to bed now?" You laughed and nodded and followed him to the bedroom, stopping at the bathroom to do a quick hygiene routine as Billy quickly brushed his teeth, getting toothpaste on his white muscle shirt and nearly getting the slobbery suds on you.

He practically dragged you to the bedroom and you laughed as you walked a little faster to keep up with him. The bed was a mess, sheets and blankets were basically on the floor, the pillows were nowhere near the bed and Billy laughed. "How'd the pillows end up there?" You shrugged, "Probably knocked them off." He nodded and helped you pick up everything as he stripped the sheets and the blankets and you put new ones on.

He laid down first, humming as he relaxed, wiggling his body a little. You laid beside him after turning the lights off besides his lamp and you clung to him as he held you tightly. He kissed the top of your hair, "I love you," he mumbled as he held you a little tighter. You smiled and held onto his bare skin, having stripped down to his underwear.

"I love you too, B." He hummed, "Good." You both laughed and he pulled you closer, closing his eyes as he rested his head on yours. His skin kept you warm but you knew by the time you awoke in the morning, he would've been at work for an hour, maybe two so you tried to soak up as much of his warmth as you could.

"Do you have to go to work tomorrow?" Billy chuckled, rubbing his thumb on your soft skin. "Do you like living in this house?" You shrugged, "I'd live wherever you are." He smiled, "So then yes, I have to work tomorrow because I like living here." You nodded, mumbling something unintelligible against his warm, prickly pec.

He laughed, "Don't fucking bite me, fucking Gremlin." For shits and giggles, you clamped your teeth down gently on his pec and he pushed your head away, rubbing at the bite mark as you laughed at him. He turned his light off and huffed, "Swear you're some time of psycho or something, biting me for the fun of it." You shrugged and laid back down, putting your head on his chest as you looked up at him, noting the slight stubble on his chin.

"Are you letting it grow out?" He shrugged, "Not sure yet," he said as he brought his hand up and rubbed his palm against the prickly hair. He held you tight as you listened to his heart slow down the more he relaxed, feeling the way his breathing pattern changed before a snore filled the air.

You hummed, scooting up a little so his chin rested on your head and you tossed your leg over his waist along with your right arm and softly nuzzled your head against the top of his chest, getting comfortable before falling asleep in his arms.

[kathysturniolo]

Understand you.

description: a teenage girl, February Martin, struggling with mental health and addiction who hates talking about her feelings. she likes the fact that nobody notices. however, her best friend, Matt, starts to realize more and more that she's losing herself.

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"Feb.."

"Feb, wake up."

"February.."

"Feb! "

   My eyes flickered open. I heard Sarah's voice. I looked at her. The light burned into my pupils.

"Ms. Tilson just asked you a question."

"I-I'm sorr- what? " I lifted myself up. My arms were numb.

"I asked you to identify this triangle. February. "

My eyes fixated on the board. It was blurry. I looked around and everyone's eyes were plastered to me.

"I- um- I don't know." My nails dug into my arm. I heard whispers and people were giving me looks, almost like they wanted to yell 'boo' at me.

"Miss Martin, you've been sleeping in my class almost this entire semester. "She sighed.

I didn't say anything. I wanted to. I just stared at my legs. She pinched the bridge of her nose and picked up a marker.

"Does anybody else want to try to identify the triangle? "

Hands rose like fucking springs. You idiot.

After that class, I left early. Like, 'asking to go to bathroom and then walking out of the door' early. I'm surprised I've never been caught before, after doing it at least 20 times this year. I found a gas station and sat outside on a piece of side walk and pulled out my my phone.

feb:

heyy

matt:

dude did u leave class again?

feb:

yeah lol sorry

matt:

yk your gonna get caught one day for just leaving.

feb:

it hasn't happened yet so 🤷‍♀️

matt:

ok lol. where are you?

feb:

Dan's gas station

matt:

come by my house after i get out, k?

I sighed and sat down my phone. i was going to go to a bar tonight. Get 'today' off my mind.

feb:

alright

I headed home after sitting down for about 15 minutes. If I was being honest, I didn't want to explain to my dad why I was home early, but I just wanted to go home for a little bit.

I opened the door. The creak made my body twitch. I hated this damn door.

"Dad, " I shook him.

Yep, he was knocked out.

Thank God.

His beer can spilled a little on the floor, leading me to accidently stepping in the puddle of liquid.

"Shit."

Well, that was another reason why my day sucked. I took off my now soaked converses and threw them over in the living room, rushing to my room.

My room was a mess. I didn't remember leaving it like this. I just threw myself on my bed, opening the sandwhich bag of meth I had in the corner of my bed, hidden under some covers. When Matt finds out I didn't stop using he'll be so pissed at me. His voice rang inside my head.

6:51

matt:

u still coming over?

My phone buzzes beside me. I woke up as my body was leaned off the bed.

I was definitely high. .

feb:

ya

I cut my phone off and tried to get up. My head got dizzy and my vision went black.

It's okay, maybe he won't notice.

I put on a dark blue sweatshirt, put on a pair of sneakers, and walked out of my room, down the stairs.

Dad was still fast asleep. Part of me didn't really care and wanted to let him sleep but the other part of me wanted to wake him up and make sure he didn't die in his sleep. I was almost out the door when I sighed and turned back around and made my way to my dad and put my finger under his nose to make sure he was breathing.

He was, thank God.

I walked back to the door and walked out. I forgot to lock it but, it's a small neighborhood, I think it'll be okay.

I must've not been too high, I could still function. I was kinda dizzy still. Hopefully, I don't get hit by a car as I'm walking to Matt's.

feb:

im on my way

I slid my phone in the pocket of my sweats. and speed-walked down the street and curved a couple corners until I made it to his house. He had a better house then me, it was bigger and cleaner. He loves to clean, so that makes sense.

feb:

here

A couple seconds later, Matt's blue eye met mine. He greets me with a big smile.

"Hey, kid," He said, poking out his hand, gesturing to do our handshake.

I smiled and grabbed his hand, "Bro I said stop calling me kid, you're literally younger then me," I laughed.

"By what? 4 months?" He said furrowing his eyebrows and smiling.

We both laughed and I walked into his house fully.

"Parents are at work, so we're definitely using the kitchen." He said, chuckling.

"Aww, mann, but Marylou and Jimmy are the only reason I even come here," I teased.

He laughed and we walked up the stairs to him room. He had an awesome room. His LED lights were always on green, he had a huge bed, and a big blue bean bag chair. He had a huge gaming set up, and a walk in closet with band posters stuck to it from top to bottom.

I plopped on his bed and kicked off my shoes. He climbed beside me.

"Dude, I saw this movie on TikTok, it's about some psyco killer clown. It seems pretty badass. "

I was zoned out, my head in the clouds, I almost didn't hear what Matt said.

"Alright, " I said with an unconvincing laugh.

I could tell he was confused on my lack of excitement because I saw him look at me from the corner of my eye.

He cut of the tv, and put it to the movie. My head was killing me. I clenched my eyes shut and winced a little. He tapped on my shoulder.

"Are you good bro?' He said, with a little bit of a laugh.

"Yeah, duh" I said sarcastically.

The movie played for at least 10 minutes before my vision went black again and I got dizzy. I started to lean back a little bit.

"Feb." He said, seriously. So seriously, it kind of scared me.

"What?" I said innocently, as I looked him.

He looked at me, squinting his eyes a bit. He parted his lips and frowned at me.

'You're using again. " he sighed.

"What? Matt. I'm not. I'm no- not."

I looked at him. I could see his eyes start to water.

"Feb, you promised me you'd stop. You promised me." He looked at me, with glossy eyes.

"Matt, I- I'm n-" My voice cracked. My eyes swelled with tears. "I can't, Matt."

Matt wiped his hand over his mouth. I could see a tear, screaming to come out of his eye.

I covered my mouth with my hand. I tried not to cry. I closed my eyes to try to keep the tears in.

He leaned over me, putting his hands on my arms. He looked at me, he didn't say anything. It was almost like he was waiting for the whole world to disappear and it just be us.

"February," He spoke, "It's okay."

He took his thumb and wiped his thumb across my face.

"You're my best friend Feb. You told me you were getting better. You told me that you stopped."

"Matt, I- I'm sorry." I sighed.

"What's going on? You first started using when your grandma died. That was your worst breaking point. That was 3 years ago. What's going on now? " He whispered.

"Nothing, Matt. Nothing, I promise."

"February, talk to me."

"You won't understand."

"You're my best friend, I understand you, Kid"

"My dad." I whispered.

"Your dad? What's wrong with your dad?" Matt asked concerned.

"He misses Mom, Matt. Last month was her birthday. He's been isolating since." My voice cracked.

Fuck, don't cry again February.

Matt pulled me into a hug. I put my face into the crook of his neck, trying not to cry.

"I'm so sorry. " He whispered as he rested his chin on my head. "Can you stay tonight? I just want to make sure you're okay."

I breathed out and wiped the tears off my eyes and nodded."

"I'm here for you, February. For fucking ever."

I chuckled, and we laid back and continued watching the movie.

[stewardofningishzida]

Two for One Real-Life Scary Stories (9 and 10):  Road Rash

TRIGGER WARNING: Concussion, blood, snakes

I prefer being outside whenever I can get away with it. Though my parents always worried since I had trouble making friends in-person (too shy) and didn’t really have anyone to go with. Hiking or otherwise wandering around the wilderness alone is dangerous and you should always at least tell someone where you’re going. Though it’s best if you actually have someone with you to watch your back. It’s not just nature you have to worry about. It’s people too, and they’re often much more dangerous than the other animals.

So, when I wanted to ride my bike around a lake in a local state park, my parents decided to tag along. I was 9 or 10 at the time. Though I don’t completely remember. Part of the story is from my parents since they saw what happened and remember it more properly.

We were enjoying ourselves while biking around the lake. It was around 10 miles (16 km) all the way around. While on the path, we watched for wildlife and looked at the lovely scenery. At first, there were plenty of people around, but that was at the beginning where things were more accessible. As we progressed further around the lake, there were fewer and fewer people. Plus, the trail got rougher. About halfway around the lake, on the south shore, there was a large hill. We powered up it and started to coast down. This is where the first near-death experience happened.

While coasting down, I got excited because it was getting so fast. So, I let gravity do its thing and it went faster and faster and faster! I was way ahead of my parents and having fun…Until I noticed the path ending in a very sharp turn with a fence placed to block riders from falling into the lake. I hit the brakes, but the bike was going too fast for them to work properly and the wheels slid on the loose gravel. This is where I blank out and don’t remember. So, this is what my parents saw:

My bike skidded and I went flying headfirst over the handlebars. Thank goodness I was wearing a helmet. That was probably the one thing that spared me from a skull fracture out in the middle of nowhere. My head hit one of the fence posts at full speed with a *crack* from the helmet and I bounced right off of the post, sliding in the dirt for a few feet or so. Then, I was very still and didn’t get back up for a while. Probably only a few seconds, but it was long enough for my parents to consider calling an ambulance. This is when my memory comes back and I can recall the rest:

I got up feeling dizzy and with a splitting headache. I looked at my arm and it was raw and bloody. My leg hurt a lot too, but I couldn’t seem to roll my pants up properly. So, I looked around and saw a water fountain. I stumbled over and started washing the dirt off of my injuries while my parents ran over to get a better look at me. It hurt and I didn’t appreciate being poked and prodded. Stubborn even back then. Still stubborn now. Though I let medical staff look me over when I need them to without much fuss. Regardless, I didn’t want to get back on the bike because I didn’t feel very steady anymore. That and I was scared of getting hurt even worse. So, we rested for a few minutes while Dad checked the trail ahead to see how much rougher it was.

He came back about 20 minutes later and warned us that the pavement ended ahead and there were a ton of rocks. We were already halfway around. So, we figured we should just finish the trail to get to the car and see if I needed urgent care or not. (As an aside: My parents don’t like doctors much. They sent me when they thought I needed it, but would otherwise insist on treating things themselves. Hence, why I’ve ended up forcing them to get medical attention before.) We went up the next hill and only moments later, there was a rattling noise. Second near-death experience coming.

A startled western diamondback rattlesnake coiled itself up and stared at us from underneath a bush right next to the trail. We were well within striking distance and still miles from the car. So, we carefully put our bikes between us and the snake before passing by. We had to hurry up because it was getting later in the afternoon. Miles later, we reached the dam on the lake’s western shore. I reluctantly got back on my bike so we could ride over it to get back to the car sooner. Another mile or so later, we finally got to the car. I hurt all over, but wasn’t dizzy anymore. So, they deemed a trip to urgent care unnecessary. We went home and I got patched up. Another eventful day over.

[archivallyfound09]

Call Me Whatever You Want pt. 1 (Top Gun: Maverick)

Just a drabbly thing. Still sick, so I'm writing in between passing out and taking cold meds.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f); Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f)

Warnings: language, alcohol, eventually it'll get spicy (not yet lol)

You sat back on your beach towel, enjoying the sun and the sounds of the waves. You didn't usually get a break from the research lab, so it was nice to be on assignment on North Island where every day felt like a vacation. You took a deep breath and closed you eyes, your head lulling back.

"I think you're enjoying this a bit too much," the local lab assistant had decided to join you and you laughed, not opening your eyes.

"No such thing. They keep us locked up like lab rats, I will enjoy any time I can get outside. Besides, we do all the hard work. The stick jockeys just keep breaking my prototypes." You tilted your head towards her and slid your glasses down you nose. "I've earned this."

No sooner had the words left your mouth than you heard screaming and yelling a short ways down the beach. It took you less than .5 seconds to realize it was a group of pilots. The arrogance practically shone brighter than the sun you were currently enjoying. You huffed and rolled your eyes.

"Damn pilots. Always ruining my peace." You sighed and took a swig from your beer, laying down on your back.

"At least they look good."

You turned your head and pulled your glasses down again, squinting. She was right about that. It had been a long time since you had seen that much pure muscle all in one contained area. You snickered to yourself.

"Hey, if they have to be a pain in my ass, they can at least be good looking enough to be eye-candy." You reached over, turning the music on your phone up a bit louder as the assistant next to you rolled over on her front and laughed in agreement.

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It was about 20-30 minutes later you heard someone yell in your general direction. You were somewhat in a haze between asleep and awake as you shot up, seated on your towel.

"HEAD'S UP! SORRY!"

You barely reacted fast enough, awkwardly catching the football that was inches from hitting you in the face. Your adjusted your grip and realized that with the incoming tide, the pilots bizarre football/wrestling game had gotten much closer to you than when they had started.

You suddenly noticed that your elbow had knocked over your beer and it was pooling in the warm sand next to your thigh. You groaned at the pilot got closer, letting out a quiet "ah, dammit."

"Hey, sorry about that," he paused, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath after the run over, "my buddy's got bad aim-" he rubbed the back of his neck and gave you a sheepish look, "great catch though."

You sighed and gave him a small laugh, tossing the football between your hands. "I've got an even better throw," you chuckled as he raised his eyebrow, appreciating the challenged you had just issued.

"Come ON, HANGMAN! Let's GO!" The pilot flipped the bird to two of the other players, presumably on his team behind him. You quirked an eyebrow back.

"Hangman, hm?" You stood up on your towel, still tossing the ball between your hands and smirking. Every assumption you had deduced about the absolutely gorgeous man in front of you had been correct. Well, almost every- you assumed incorrectly that he had blue eyes and were pleasantly surprised to see green glinting back at you in this moment.

"Baby, you can call me whatever you want."

You laughed and set your feet, throwing a perfect spiral to the pilot who had just yelled for Hangman. You saw him catch the football and look up at you in amazement. He looked at the others near him and then yelled in your direction.

"Nevermind, Hangman- JUST BRING HER BACK."

You let out a breathy laugh and sat back down on your towel, adjusting your glasses. Hangman stood almost over you now and you put a hand over your eyes to look up and see his figure towering above.

"Anything I want?" He looked at you impressed and a tad bit confused. "You said I could call you whatever I wanted," you clarified, receiving a small 'ah" from him. "I'll call you, 'You owe me a new beer." You gave him an expecting look and held up the now empty bottle, swinging it back and forth.

Hangman laughed, "That sounds like a date. Tonight?" he nodded his head towards The Hard Deck down the beach. You shrugged.

"Unless I find something better to do," you quipped, laying back down and closing your eyes. You heard the pilot laugh hollowly and then jog back to the game. You could feel the eyes of the assistant next to you boring into your skull.

"What?" you finally asked, breaking the tense silence between the two of you. She was dumbfounded. "I don't usually do that, but he messed up my vacation today." She snorted and the two of you broke out into peals of laughter, both fully aware that all Hangman had done was ADD to the enjoyment of the beach.

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You figured by 9:30p, Hangman would have all but lost hope that you were coming by the bar. You didn't generally tease attractive men, but this was different- he was a cocky, self-centered Navy Pilot. He deserved it. Or at least, that's what you kept telling yourself as you pushed open the door to The Hard Deck.

You had been here once of twice before. A Friday welcome drink after all the orientation and a very poorly executed karaoke night led by some of the older prototype testers. You headed for the bar, which was a relatively difficult task considering how full the bar was. You were able to catch Penny's eye and she nodded, knowing you were somehow familiar, but not one of her regulars.

"Just whatever's on tap, please." Penny nodded and turned around to grab and glass and pour from the spout a few feet away. You suddenly felt a warm body behind you. You tried to step away when you realized the man behind you had put his arm on the bar and was leaning down to catch a glimpse of your face.

"Hey Penny! Her drinks are on me!" The voice did not match the one you had met earlier, so your head ripped back to see it was one of the other pilots who had been at the beach. He smiled at you, putting his sunglasses into the pocket of his Hawaiian shirt.

"I don't know what you said to him, but Hangman played like shit after he bumped into you. The least I can do is cover your tab for giving us the edge in winning today." You laughed and Penny slid your beer across the bartop. You grabbed it and held it up, nodding to the new pilot still incredibly close to you.

"I'm Rooster, by the way. If you're up to it, the rest of the team would love to say thanks as well. It takes a lot to throw Bagman off his game."

You chuckled and nodded again, suddenly keenly aware that Hangman's eyes were on you from across the pool table. You smirked and raised the glass, saluting him.

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4- Rooster

Part 4-Hangman

Part 5

[thewrldx]

Hi i love ur work! Can i request a vinnie smut wherein they just finished having sex n vinnie tells her to just keep his cum inside her (maybe leaking thru her lingerie idk) n then they go down to socialize with other hype members n it gets y/n n vinnie horny again bc its very sexy n all that + d ppl dont know whats up lol + y/ns being such a tease abt it AAAA can it also have lots of dirty talk 😮‍💨🏃‍♀️ thank u sm! I appreciate it.

behave | v.h

!warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral, dirty talk, daddy kink, spanking

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“oh vinnie” you moaned out, “please fill me up”

“who?” he grunted in response, speeding up his thrusts.

“d-daddy” you stuttered out, unable to form complete sentences due to the pleasure.

“what do you want?” you didn’t respond, overwhelmed from the stimulation. he gripped your jaw forcing you to make eye contact. “answer me.”

“i w-want your cum so b-bad”

“such a pretty little slut, always wanting my cum. you want me to fuck my babies deep inside you? huh angel?”

“y-yes please.” you replied, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. vinnie noticed and kissed your neck, trailing them to your ear lobe before whispering, “cum for daddy”

you felt yourself come undone by his words, raking your nails down his back and moaning his name. the clenching of your tight cunt was enough to send him over the edge cumming deep inside you, coating your walls.

he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy and matching your own. he met your eyes and kissed you passionately before slowly pulling out. he glanced down at the pretty mess, tracing his fingers around your folds making you squirm.

“keep this cum inside of you.” he states sternly, getting off of the bed and throwing you the black lacy panties he had previously ripped off. “and you better behave when we go down to hang out with everyone.”

the way he spoke to you made you want him more and more. as he started toward the bathroom he made one last look at you. “understand?” he asks.

“yes vin.” you respond.

“good girl. now get over here.” you quickly slid your thong and shuffling to the bathroom. you stood in front of vinnie watching his eyes wandering over your body and stopping at your clothed mess. he smirked making you look down. his seed had soaked your panties and began to drip down your leg.

“you look so good right now gorgeous, i wish i could fuck the shit out of you all day.” his hand reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “but we have plans. get dressed.”

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downstairs you began to socialize with everyone else, acting as if you didn’t just get fucked into the next universe. however, the feeling of vinnie’s cum dripping slightly out everytime you stood was making you impossibly horny again. you know you told vin you would be on your best behavior but you couldn’t help the feeling between your legs.

you walked over to him on the couch and sat next to him, he smiled gently and put his arm around you. you scooted closer to him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“are you having a good time?” he asked, you nodded and put your hand on his thigh, trying to send him a signal. he ignored it.

“can i sit in your lap baby?” you stuck your lip out, pouting, making it difficult for him to say no. once on his lap you guided his hands to your hips and very subtly adjusted yourself so his member was against your core.

“what are you doing y/n?” vinnie whispered, tone of voice dropping.

“i was just getting comfortable relax.” you smirked knowing that you would get him to fold any minute now. you once again started to slowly grind yourself on him feeling his pants tighten beneath you. his hands grip your hips tightly. closing his eyes.

“upstairs. now.” he growls in your ear, gently pushing you off of him. you wave bye to your friends before slowly walking up the stairs being sure to sway your hips just right as you felt vinnie’s eyes on your every movement.

vinnie apologized to everyone making up an excuse about you not feeling well. everyone looked at each other and shrugged as vinnie headed up the stairs behind you.

in the room he shuts the door and clicks the lock slowly walking to you on the bed.

“you couldn’t ever wait an hour you little slut.”

“i didn’t even do anything-“ he grabs your face, cutting you off.

“don’t even finish that sentence baby girl. i told you to behave.”

his words were harsh and you knew you were about to get punished. the excitement between your legs was growing rapidly but you weren’t going to let him know that.

“i’m sorry vinnie.” you apologized he shook his head.

“you’re going to regret being such a tease.” he smiled, “you just want me to fuck you like the little whore you are don’t you princess? not behaving so you can have this dick right?”

“yes daddy.” you responded. he knew you like the back of his hand.

“good baby, now turn around” you gulped knowing what you were about get, and hesitated to do so.

“i don’t think i asked you a question. turn. around.”

you obeyed him turning around, his hands quickly ripped off your skirt leaving you in the soaked black panties from your wetness and his cum from earlier. he gently rubbed your ass cheeks, the coolness of the metal from his rings making you flinch.

“how many should i give you for being bad baby?” he asks.

“10”

“no baby” he laughs “little sluts get more than 10 spankings for being bad. how about 20?”

he didn’t even give you a chance to respond before his hand roughly collided with your ass. the sudden action making you gasp.

“count.”

“o-one.” you obeyed. as the words flowed out another slap was placed. the sound echoed off the walls.

“two.” another. “three” another.

it seemed as if the spanking was never ending. the pain was unbearable but at the same time the pleasure was. you felt yourself getting wet with every single slap.

“t-twen-ty” you moaned out. he gently rubbed his hand over your now red and bruised ass.

“you were such a good girl for me.” he says, trailing his hand down to your panties, pushing them aside. “do you think you should be rewarded pretty?”

“please.” you whimper, he then inserts two fingers into you soaking core. you moan at the much needed touch.

“you’re dripping baby.” he grunts, “you love being punished don’t you?”

he thrusts his fingers fast, and rubs your clit with his thumb. the feeling in your stomach builds embarrassingly fast.

“vin i’m gonna-“ he then pulls out his fingers, delaying you from your orgasm. before you could complain he sticks his fingers in your mouth.

“you taste so good baby don’t you think?” you suck his fingers tasting yourself. you can tell that this arouses him even more.

“fuck get on your knees”

you obey him, scrambling to your knees. you watch in awe as he strips himself. god he looks so good. he pulls out his hard member, stroking himself a few times.

“you just gonna stare or you gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” you open your mouth wide in response. vinnie quickly pushes his tip to your lips in which you wrap them around.

you suck and lick at the pre cum before your hair is gripped and pulled back, forcing you to make eye contact with vin.

“no teasing.” he pushes your head back toward his member on which you take him in your mouth. he lets out a low moan in response. he begins to slowly thrust his hips, making his cock hit the back of your throat. your eyes water as you gag, black tears fall down your cheeks from your eyeliner.

“you’re such a pretty mess.” he groans, “i love to fuck this pretty mouth.” his thrusts speed up, you moan at the feeling causing him to twitch into your mouth. you reach up to play with his balls, pushing him over the edge.

“oh fuck babe.” he moans, shooting his load down your throat. you suck a little before pulling off with a pop and swallowing all his seed. he then pulls you up to mash your lips together. the makeout is sloppy, intense and full of lust. you are gently pushed back on the bed, careful not to break your kiss. you feel his member becoming hard once again against your thigh.

“you want this cock pretty?” he asks reaching down to rub it against your clit. you moan in response.

“use your words baby. i’ll give you want you want.”

“fuck please.” you whimper.

“please what?”

“please fuck me daddy, i want your dick so badly. i need it.” accepting your begging, he slams himself into you making no time for you to adjust to his size.

your moans are loud and pornographic, making vinnie confident. he leans down and begins to suck on your nipple. the sensation enough to send you over the edge.

“daddy f-fuck.” you moan out, “i’m going to cum.”

pulling his lips away from your nipple, he speeds up his thrusts before responding, “no.”

“please i can’t hold it anymore.” you beg, your orgasm approaching very quickly.

“you can and you will.” he grunts, “unless you want to be punished some more.”

his thrusts are fast but becoming sloppy letting you know that he’s close, you clench yourself around him receiving a low groan from him.

“do that shit again.”

you clench around his cock once more, the pit in your stomach going to release itself any minute now. he notices and leans down, whispering in your ear. “cum with daddy baby, i want you to cum all over my cock.”

his words instantly lead you to your release, you moan out his name and tug at his perfect locks as you cum. vinnie fucks you through your orgasm before twitching inside you.

“fuck angel-“ he cuts himself off with a loud moan, shooting his second load of the day into you. he thrusts it deeper into you before slowly pulling out. he watches as his seed spills out of you and leans down to press a kiss to your clit. you gently push his head away, sensitive from your previous orgasm. he smirks before holding your hips down.

“think you can cum for me one more time princess?” he asks, kissing on and around your heat.

“n-no.” you stutter out.

“that’s too bad.” his mouth is immediately connected with your pussy, tongue lapping at your clit. you scream in pleasure as you pull at his hair.

he inserts his finger in you, still sucking your bud and curls them perfectly hitting your sweet spot. your orgasm approaches very fast, feeling yourself already coming undone on him.

“i’m cumming daddy.” you shout, squishing his face between your thighs. he pulls away from you, looking at your sweaty exhausted body laying on the bed.

he walks toward to bathroom and comes back with a cloth. he cleans up the mess softly before laying down next to you. he rolls your body on top of his, your face connected to his sweaty chest. you trace your finger along his tattoos as vinnie strokes your hair. he pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

“i love you y/n”

“i love you vin.”

a/n: i hope this is something that you wanted! this is one of my longer smuts i made soo idk how good it is

[binnieboyswhore]

Hot tub cockwarming

Pairing: Bang Chanx Reader  Genre: Smut Word count:1,110  Warnings: Public Sex, Cock warming, cursing, getting caught    Authors note: I swore i would never write a Chan fic cause there’s like 20 new Chan fics posted every day but ii’ve become a bit obsessed with him don’t talk to me about it. I’m working on another Chan fic right now too so i’m in little deep 

The boys have been home from tour for about a few weeks and in an effort to get everyone  back together Chan and you decided to host a pool party and bbq night at your house. After the boys had eaten everything in sight and played in the sun all day, the night approached fast and all 9 of you found yourselves in the hot tub as the moon sat high in the sky with drinks in your hands. The boys told stories to you about where they had gone, the people they had met and the funniest things fans said to them. While they were conversing with each other Chan leaned down to your ear while snaking is arm around the bottom of your back whispering, “thank you for this baby”

You looked up at his soft yet rugged face placing your hand on his soft chin and lightly kissed his soft lips, “anything for you.”

You two started to have your own conversation quietly. Chan has told you how much he’d missed you, missed your lips, the touch of your skin, being in you. When he said that an idea came to mind, you had remembered reading this fan smut somewhere about something called “cockwarming” and this could be the perfect setting to try it. The water was bubbling so thickly you couldn’t see below its surface and everyone was already so close to each other no one would think anything about you on Chan’s lap.

You leaned into his ear “have you heard of cockwarming” he blushed a bit and shook his head yes. He took your hand and placed it in his shorts so you could rub him a few times so he was hard enough, when he let out a low moan, that he played off as a cough, you knew he was hard enough. You go to sit on his lap while he pulls himself out of his shorts and pulls the bit of your bikini aside and slides himself in. You hold your breath so as not to give anything away. You feel him lean his head against your back and you can tell he wasn’t hiding it in his face very well when Felix spoke up “Chan mate, you feeling okay?” Which led to the remaining people in the tub to look your way.

Chan responded, trying not to stutter, “ya I’m good I just got a slight cramp in my calf” thankfully everyone bought it and continued talking.

You slid the rest of the way down your back now flesh with Chan’s chest and the night continued. You got worried every time someone looked at you two, that they might see but honestly it just added to the excitement of it all. Chan was telling us about how when he had met a fan they just said “hey daddy” and he got so flustered he didn’t know what to do and as he told the story he still blushed. The boys laughed about it and talked about how there were a lot of fans who referred to Chan in the matter.

“Is that so?” you said turning your head to look at his eyes. Soon enough the boys started going inside to change into dry clothes and it was just Chan and you left, I.N peeked outside “are y’all coming inside? We’re gonna start a movie.” Chan was kissing the back of your neck so you responded “We’ll be in in a minute, just don’t wait up for us” and I.N knew exactly what that meant. As soon as she was no longer in sight Chan took your hand and put it on your stomach and you shivered at what you felt.

“Do you feel that baby? That’s me inside you.” you let out a small moan feeling Chan’s hard cock nestled so far in you.

“Channie, please can you fuck me now?” Without hesitation he removed himself, you immediately felt empty. He turned you around placing you between his legs and kissing you while he grabbed both sides of your face.

You broke it “As much as I want this to be as long as we can we kinda have to be fast we have guests inside.”

“Oh fuck them, daddy wants his princess.” You loved it when he was like this but we did have guests.

“Chan,” he looked at you, “Daddy, I’m serious, we have to be fast.” you said rubbing his shoulders.

“Fine princess but I wanna take you from behind.” you put yourself against the wall and set your knees on the stone bench under the water. His hand lands on your ass and he unties the sides to your bikini, you see them start to float beside you and you’re anxious to have him in you again.

“God princess you’re beautiful.”

“Daddy fuck me, please.”

He rubs his hands together “with pleasure baby”

He puts himself in you and you can’t help but moan rather loudly, “Princess we do have guests.”

He thrusts into you the warm water splashing and adding resistance to his hips making him work for his high. It isn’t much longer till you're close enough to your high, your walls start to clinch around Chan’s hard cock “daddy, I’m close” you whine out to him.

His thrusts start to get sloppy as he says “cum for me my princess” and just before you let go you hear the sliding door open and you lock eyes with Changbin as you scream whisper “fuck yes daddy right there!”

You couldn’t hold it back as the ecstasy waved over you and you felt Chan hit his high. You couldn’t leave Changbins eyes as your face contorted during different stages of your high. He looked embarrassed but he couldn’t move. You finally got through it and laid your head on Chan's shoulder.  When you looked back up he was gone. You start to lightly laugh, Chan sat next to you handing you your bottoms “Changbin came outside.”

He looked at you sideways as if to ask when “when I was cumming” you told him finishing the knot on your bottoms.

“God lucky someone saw that, you look the most beautiful when you come undone on my cock.” He kissed your check but you slapped his shoulder “Chan, that’s your best friend I don’t want him seeing me like that.”

“Okay princess I’m sorry, I’m just saying don’t blame him for staring when you’re just so damn gorgeous.” And then he smiled that sweet sweet smile and we headed inside where we were guaranteed awkward looks from Changbin and light teasing from the rest.

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Tumblr for some reason keeps flagging the original post even when there's no reason to so I'm reposting!

Anonymous: Hii! I was wondering if you could write a Bucky Barnes x reader smut with the prompts 20, 19 and 9 where the reader is a virgin? Thank you so much

Thank you very much for this request. I had fun writing (and I got a little carried away writing too). Hope you like it!

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First time. Last time... Part 2

Bucky Barnes x virgin!reader smut

Prompts: Are you... Are you a virgin?/YOU. ARE. MINE/Daddy's girl

Warnings: swearing, oral, fingering, sex, first time, daddy kink (because I'm a hoe for it)

<Part 1<

“Relax. Baby girl, I’ve got you.” Bucky whispered against your lips.

The two of you stood by the side of your bed, your hands laying on each other as you slowly began to undress. You bit your lip as Bucky kissed your skin, the feeling sending you crazy. Somehow you managed to unfasten his shirt and slowly push it down his broad shoulders where you began laying kisses across his skin.

Bucky pulled back from where he’d been kissing your upper arm, so he could removed his shirt fully. You kissed from his right shoulder across his chest until you came to his left.

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as you pulled away. “I’m sorry if you hate-”

“I don’t hate it, Bucky.” you looked up to him as you placed your fingers over the scares. It broke your heart to think of the pain he must have gone through. “You’re beautiful.” you whispered, leaning forwards to press a line of kisses over them.

Bucky smiled as he let his eyes close and his head fall back. He’d never felt this before, he never felt loved before. Sure he’d had a share of woman in the 40’s but not once did any of them make him feel like you were doing right now. He reached up and cupped your face before he crashed his lips against yours again. You moaned into his mouth and your hands fell to his hips. Bucky slowly moved his lips from yours to your jaw, kissing his way down as he slipped your dress from your shoulders and down your body. Bucky began to kiss your lips again as he placed his hands on your lower back where your panties began before he bent down, skimming his hands over the round of your ass until they came to your thighs where he grabbed you, quickly picking you up off the floor.

You gasped at the sudden movement, letting his tongue into your mouth so he could deepen the kiss. Bucky placed you onto of the mattress before he broke the kiss, just hovering over you for a moment.

He smiled as he took in your beauty. “I love you, Y/N.” he whispered.

You smiled back at him. “I love you too, James.”

Bucky stood back up and pulled his pants off so he was just in his boxers, having gotten rid of his shoes and socks earlier along with your heels. He knelt back onto the bed and gently began to pull your lace panties off, revealing your throbbing heat to him. He bit back the moan that threatened to break as he gently pulled your legs apart. “Sweetheart… you’re just, beautiful.” He whispered as he came face to face with your pussy.

Your head fell back into the pillows as his tongue came into contact with your clit. You weren’t stupid, you knew the ins and outs of sex. You knew there were certain things that needed to happen and you were happy tp experience everything possible if Bucky was the man to show you. Hell, he’d only flicked his tongue four times over your clit and you were in heaven.

“Fuck, yes!” you moaned lifting your hips.

Bucky chuckled, placing his hands on your hips to hold you down. “You like that, babygirl?” you nodded whimpering as he continued licked your pussy. You felt the tip of his tongue enter your hole which made you gasp. “Want to touch you, baby? Want daddy to finger you pretty, tight hole?”

Daddy? “Yes… please... “ you moaned.

Bucky’s flesh fingers left your hip on to be placed at the bottom of your slit. You felt him run his index finger up your folds a few times before he slowly pushed the didget in. “Oh, fuck baby… you’re so tight… gotta get at least another in babygirl…”

You nodded frantically. “God, yes, please!”

Bucky pulled his finger out and replaced it with the other so the two were equally lubed with your juices before he slipped both fingers in together. You cried out at the new feeling inside you. His thick fingers felt wonderful inside you, you couldn’t wait for his cock to be filling you up. “Shit, baby. You’re gonna squeeze my cock so good, aren’t you? Gonna squeeze daddy’s cock dry, hmm?”

You nodded again. “Yes, daddy. Please… need you…”

Bucky chuckled. “Not yet baby. Gotta make sure you’re nice and stretched for me.” he once again began licked your clit, only this time there was the added sensation of his fingers moving in and out of you.

He started off slow but you begged him to move faster and he did. Soon you were moaning out loud as he finger fucked you hard ans fast. “That’s it baby… cum for me… cum for daddy.”

“FUCK! YES!” you screamed out as you came all over Bucky’s hand.

“Fuck, baby… can’t wait to ne inside you…” Bucky sat back on his knees and quickly pulled his boxers of letting his rock hard cock spring free. You licked your lips at the sight of him. “Does daddy’s girl like what she sees?” Bucky smirked as he stroked his cock with his hand that was soaked from you.

You nodded gulping. “Yes, daddy.”

Bucky grinned down at you. Not once had he ever thought you were a virgin. From the things he’d heard you, Nat and Wanda talk about he wouldn’t have thought you were. That’s where he got the daddy kink from. Hearing you say you hoped he had one because he was definitely daddy material had him rock hard and he knew he definitely had one for you.

“Good, cause it’s all for you.” he lowered himself over you resting his weight on his left hand as he used used his right one to line himself at you entrance. “Ready, beautiful?”

You nodded taking a deep breath. “I’m ready, James.” you whispered.

Fuck, that had him hard too.

Slowly Bucky pushed himself inside you. You both cried out as his dick filled you up. He stop about half way knowing he was much larger than most men but also because you’d gone quiet. “Baby girl?”

You shook your head. “Fuck, no, I’m fine… fuck, your big, Buck.”

Bucky chuckled as he nodded his head. “Sorry, baby… do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head. “God, no… I want more of you.” you smiled up at him making him laugh a little more.

“Okay, but I’m going slow.” you agreed. Slowly Bucky pushed all the way inside of you, stopping for a second time to allow you to adjust to him before he began to pull out. “Talk to me, baby. Let me hear you.”

“You feel so good, baby.” you whispered as Bucky kissed your neck. Bucky pushed back in making you moan again. “Fuck! Please… Bucky….”

Bucky didn’t want to hurt you but he couldn’t hold back forever and you didn’t want him to, it just felt too good. Bucky picked his pace up a little, moving his hand back so he could wrap your leg around his waist. You moaned loudly as Bucky slammed into you, his lips leaving warm kisses all over your neck. Your nails dug into his back as you tried to pull him closer.

"Fuck, baby-" he moaned pulling back, immediately crashing his lips against yours. His left arm slid around your body, pulling you closer to him as his right hand slid up your front. His hand began kneading your breast as he continued to fuck you hard and slow. "You feel so good baby."

"Bucky! I'm gon- I'm gonna-"

"Let go baby, I'm right with you." Bucky moaned as he felt your walls clench around him. You screamed out as your second orgasm hit you hard. "FUCK!" Bucky grunted as he came, catching himself before his full body weight crushed you.

After he had managed to catch his breath he slowly pulled out of you and laid between your legs resting his forehead on your thigh as you slowly caught your breath.

Bucky smiled against your thigh as he slowly lifted himself up. He bent down and pressed a kiss to your thigh then your hip. "YOU. ARE. MINE." he whispered, kissing his way up your body. He hovered over you smiling down at you.

"Who's are you?" he grinned.

"Daddy's girl."

[hispipsqueak]

Forever

Hanta Sero x F!Reader NSFW

Summary: After years of being together, you and Sero decide to reminisce in the best way possible.

WC: 2.2K

A/N: Hi friends! Sero is one of those characters that I truly see as good husband material and I wanted to express some of those feelings in this piece. I know for a lot of us, especially in my age range, growing up and leaving that age of “dumb teenager/early 20′s mess” to “adult with responsibilities” is a big change and I hope that is reflected a bit in this. Also, there’s car sex. So that’s fun :D As always, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3 P.S: CAN WE TALK ABOUT SERO IN THE NEW EP??? ahhhh

TW: car sex, adulting/getting older, domestic relationship, daddy kink, breeding kink, mentions of drug use

Sero's eyes stared at the glowing screen, trying to comprehend the information yet again.

His gaze darted toward the corner, 3:36 A.M., and he yawned, before blinking and trying to re-read the document again. 

"Hey pretty boy." 

The smell of jasmine perfume and honey wafted in and he smiled sleepily as you ran your fingers through his shaggy black hair.

"Mm...I know, I know." He muttered, nuzzling into your touch. You were his rock, always making sure he ate well and slept enough, making sure he wouldn't overwork himself. Sero thought back to your UA days of sneaking out at 3 AM to some fast food joint and getting stoned while eating greasy fries in the back of his car. Time sure flew, huh?

You rested your head on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his neck.

"Come to bed. Paperwork will still be there in the morning, I promise.", you muttered into his soft skin. He relented and pulled himself out of the chair, twirling you around so he had you pressed against the wall.

His eyes roamed your face. You were still gorgeous as the day he first laid eyes on you in high school.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Hanta?" you whispered. He grinned, that toothy smirk that you fell in love with unchanged after all these years, and kissed you. 

"Just reminiscing. Thinking about how far we've come. Remember when we were annoying teenagers, sneaking out of the dorms?" 

"I'm pretty sure we are the reason for Aizawa's grey hairs now. Remember when your van broke down and we had to beg Bakugo to pick us up at 4 A.M.?" you giggled back, thinking of the blonde's angry scolding the entire ride home.

The two of you chuckled quietly, thinking about the years past. You glanced down at your hand, the sparkling diamond that adorned it shining in the dim room. 

"I remember the day you proposed too. I'm pretty sure I thought you were going to dump me." you teased.

Even in the dark, you could see his face flush and his eyes narrow.

"I was NERVOUS. I was trying to ask the love of my life to spend the rest of our lives together and you just sat there being beautiful and Denki spent the day before trying to convince me to do a flash mob and it was a LOT of pressure!"

"You literally started off with, 'We've had some bad times, and some good times, and this was fun'." You laughed, picturing his face that day. He was sweating bullets and your heart was sinking, thinking he was ending it. He had been so secretive and weird the weeks prior, as opposed to his normally chilled out demeanor. 

Sero kissed your forehead.

"I still have no idea why you said yes, but you're stuck with me, babe." He clinked his matching band against yours, a gesture the two of you did to remind yourselves of your unbreakable bond. 

His long arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him and you buried yourself into his chest, smelling his citrus-scented soap. He rested his chin on your hair. 

"When did we get so old, Y/N?" He whispered, his eyes looking at the walls behind you. Pictures of the two of you decorated the house. The pair of you in matching sunglasses at the beach, a group photo of you two and the squad at dinner after the aforementioned proposal, a candid on your wedding day, and then the two of you holding your twin boys.

"I'm pretty sure after we became parents." you mumbled into his chest, your sleepiness apparent in your voice. "I think once I had to say Daddy in a non-sexual way, was when I realized we were old." 

Sero chuckled quietly, his hands squeezing your waist. 

"But, we're still cool right? We aren't our parents." 

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

"Hanta, are you worried about getting older?"

He closed his eyes. 

"Not worried as much as...I just...I don't wanna be an old guy who drives a minivan and talks about retirement and golf."

Your eyes widened and you burst into laughter.

"Baby, I'm pretty sure you would never take up golf."

Sero pouted and you grinned before continuing.

"But in all seriousness, we aren't the kids we were in high school. Maybe we can't pull all nighters and still function the next day, and maybe we have to be parents who eat more vegetables and less french fries. But it's also nice to have a car that doesn't require a running start to move, and have a house instead of sneaking in and out of each other's dorm rooms. And you know, the kids are KIND OF cool."

He nodded.

"They are pretty cool kids."

You cupped his face, tilting him towards you.

"If I have to grow old with someone, I'm glad it's with you."

His face flushed and he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You gently tugged at the longer hair behind his ears as you kissed him back. He let out a low groan and his hands kneaded at your curves, squeezing your ass and hips.

Finally, the two of you broke apart, breathless and grinning. He pressed his forehead to yours.

"How about…we reminisce a little more? Maybe...in the car, for old time's sake?"

You nodded and the two of you headed to the garage, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not wake up the kids. Sero opened the car door and the two of you slid in the backseat, giggling like teenagers. 

You straddled him and could feel his cock through his joggers. He groaned as you grinded against it, teasing him with hungry hot kisses to his neck. 

“You’re such a tease, princess.” He whispered before tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. Your body shivered at his touch. Even after all this time, he made you feel like a lovestruck schoolgirl. You ran your hands down his toned chest, his body lean from hero work, and slid your fingers underneath his shirt.

Sero took this as an invitation to pull off his black tank top and you did the same to your sleeping shirt, an old band tee that you snagged from him. His hands cupped your breasts, slowly kneading the soft flesh as he placed soft kisses on your collarbone and shoulder.

“Mmm...you’re so fucking beautiful. How the hell did I get so damn lucky, babe?” He said between kisses. Sero had a way of making you feel like the sexiest woman in the world and you couldn’t help but smile as he worshipped your breasts, kissing and licking his way down till he latched his mouth over your nipple. 

Using his other hand to tweak and tug at the hardened bud, he alternated between the two, sucking and leaving soft bites. Your back arched involuntarily, pushing your chest deeper into his mouth as you moaned.

“Fuck…need you Hanta.”

His long fingers worked their way down your belly, tracing circular patterns as he reached your sex. He ran a finger across your slit, barely parting your folds.

“What do you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Please...please touch me. Please daddy.” you begged, grinding yourself against him for the smallest amount of friction. You could feel yourself leaving a mess on his sweatpants, but you needed his touch.

He let out a deep chuckle.

“So desperate, huh baby? Let daddy take care of you.” You bit your lip as he plunged two fingers into your cunt. The length, combined with the hooking motion had you gasping. He continued to plunge in and out of your sopping heat as you rocked against him. Your thighs tensed, threatening to close on his arm. He maneuvered the two of you so you were laying on your back across the seat, his hand gripping your soft thighs, holding you in place as he finger-fucked you.

“Take it like a good girl baby. Let daddy make you feel good. You look so beautiful for me baby.” He praised you as he pushed deeper into you. You could feel him hit spots in you that made you see stars. All you could do was lay back and cry from the overwhelming pleasure that clouded your brain.

“Fuck...daddy, gonna cum soon!” you wailed, eyes rolling back. Hanta then chose this moment to pull his fingers from you, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing. You let out a frustrated whimper, tears leaking from your eyes.

“I’m so sorry baby, but I promise I’m gonna make it all better. You trust me baby?” He asked, his eyes dark with desire and something primal.

You nodded, sniffling at the shock of your orgasm being ripped from you. He tapped your lips with his fingers,still dripping of your arousal. Obediently, you opened and sucked on the two fingers, tasting yourself. 

“Look how good you taste baby. You’re such a good girl for me. I want you to lick up every last drop from my fingers. Can you do that for daddy?” He asked, grinning.

Nodding dumbly, you slurped down every bit of yourself from his hand. He pressed against your tongue, making you gag around him. You looked up at him, drool falling from the corners of your mouth. 

Hanta felt his cock twitch. Fuck you looked so sexy, so fucked and in love. He could see the devotion in your eyes as you looked at him awaiting his next instructions.

He pulled his hand back, strings of saliva hanging off of his calloused fingers. He propped himself above you so he was looking right down at your gorgeously fucked out face.

“You ready baby? You ready to take all of Daddy’s cock?” He asked, tugging your shorts down and lining himself up with your entrance. Your fingers found their way to his neck, tugging him close to you. The two of you shared a deep kiss, exchanging unspoken promises and memories before breaking apart. You nodded, looking deep into his eyes.

“Always."

Hanta felt his face flush, before slowly pressing into your tight heat. You bit your lip. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, you still had to prepare for his length. He wasn’t the thickest but his cock was long and lean just like him, with a curve that pressed itself right against your most sensitive spots.

“Fuck...you feel so good for me. You’re squeezing me so well baby.” He murmured, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your body. His hands ran up and down your sides as he looked down at you and he gave you a small grin as he pinched your hip. You dug your fingertips into his shoulder blades, pulling him flush against you.

“Oh fuck you feel so good.” You rocked your hips against him, rolling yourself onto his cock. He took this as a cue to go faster and started to piston deeper inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass. His tip slammed against your walls, burying him deeper inside you. Moans and sighs filled the backseat and you gripped him tightly.

“That’s it babe, that’s it. Taking daddy so fucking deep. Fuck you’re sucking me in so well. I might have to knock you up again if you keep it up. You want that princess? Want daddy to put another baby inside you?” Hanta panted, hungrily kissing your neck and shoulder as he fucked into you faster. His teeth nipped at the thin skin and you cried out, from a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Answer me baby girl.”

“Y-yes daddy! Please fill me up with your cum. Need you so bad. Wan’a have your baby.” You moaned, delirious from him. The windows to the car were foggy and sweat ran down your bodies as you repeatedly crashed into each other, and yet all you could feel was him, all you wanted was to stay with him and please him as much as you could.

He could feel his release rapidly approaching. His hand snaked down to your clit and he pressed tight circles to the sensitive bud. Your back arched from the seat as you moaned out a mixture of curses and begs. Your mindless babbling spurred him on more. He wanted to keep fucking you, make it so you couldn’t remember your own name, drive you insane with desire and want.

“Tell me who’s fucking you so good baby. Who’s making you feel so fucking good? Who’s cum do you want to fill that tight little pussy of yours?” He breathed out, slamming into you impossibly faster.

“Daddy daddy daddy - DADDY!” you chanted, your mind fuzzy as you tightened around him, creaming on his cock. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode out your high on his cock as your eyes fluttered and your mouth dropped open.

“That’s it, that’s it, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned out as he released into you, filling you with his seed. His cock twitched, spurting his load into you and his fingers gripped your hips, holding you tightly as he filled you up.

The two of you panted, breathing hard as you came down from your highs, slowly moving into a position where he could hold you. He moved some strands of hair, plastered to your face with sweat, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you.” 

You grinned, sleepiness overtaking your body as you leaned into him, your lips pressing against his skin.

“Forever.”

[writing-in-april]

Poker Face

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader thought she could get away with speaking her desires out loud as long as they were in a different language. Turns out, someone could understand her.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my fourth fic for my 1250 follower celebration!! I got this request from @imagining-in-the-margins and if you want to see the original request go checkout my follower celebration Masterlist! I do not speak Russian, nor do I know someone who does so I made everything in italics as if they were speaking in Russian! Hope y’all enjoy reading and requests are open!

Warnings: 18+, Public sex (who’s surprised lmao), Reader is very unprofessional and probably should be fired lmao, Dom Spencer with hints of Sub Spencer in the future (dont worry all my Sub Spencer lovers I’ve got more coming for that soon!), Nickname use: Princess, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral sex (M receiving),Creampie

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.1k

Words in italics are in Russian

There was no harm in voicing my thoughts I thought to myself, in a different language, Russian specifically. Especially since the only one that could understand me wasn’t near me at the moment nor would she probably bat an eye at a slightly risqué remark. Emily was snuggled up at the other end of the jet, her headphones in both of her ears. They would plug up any sound around her preventing her from translating the lusty thought that sat on my lips.

If I said my thoughts in Russian, no one would be able to catch how much I wanted Spencer’s fingers inside me. They were long, obviously dexterous- I knew they’d be able to reach places inside me that I couldn’t reach myself. I couldn’t say these thoughts out loud, in English at least,

I didn’t want Spencer to ever know. But, I wanted to get the thoughts swirling in my head off my chest, the only way to do that without embarrassment was to say it in a way that no one here would be able to understand.

As Spencer shuffled with ease and delt the cards out with his dexterous fingers my lusty thoughts were too pressing for my lips to be able to contain. So I spoke quickly with my voice slightly lowered, maybe Spencer and the people around me would miss my transition into a different language, “I wished you would use those fingers on me instead, preferably inside of me.”

Spencer blinked back at me, obviously confused by my words.

“Sorry, just spaced out for a second, didn’t realize I had switched to Russian.” I giggled out, mostly because I was amazed that I had gotten away with it. I moved on quickly not wanting to linger on my ‘slip up’ any longer, plus I finally wanted to try and play against Spencer in a poker game, “Let’s see if your poker face is as good as everyone says it is, Spencer.”

—-

“Please, fuck me?” Over the course of my daring adventures I had become increasingly louder with my declarations. Last week I had commented about how much I wanted his cock in my mouth, of course in Russian and the week before that I had made my initial comment about how much I wanted his fingers inside me.

This one happened to be the loudest out of the three little sentences that seemed like innocent slips into another language to everyone else, but to me and only to me I was voicing my desires. Each time I did it a little rush of adrenaline sparked through me, no one besides Emily would be able to translate, who wasn’t with me in the file room. It was only Spencer and I in here right now, the rest of the team had gone home for the night.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do that at the office, but if you asked me again somewhere else I’d do it.” He answered me back and in perfect Russian as well.

My entire being withered in embarrassment as soon as I had translated Spencer’s words, he understood me. He had understood all of what I had said, every last word. I should’ve remembered that he spoke Russian, we had a case where he spent the whole time translating, I couldn’t believe how idiotic I had been. I wanted the earth to swallow me up in that moment, just so I could escape Spencer’s piercing gaze. I couldn’t tell from his words or the look on his face what exactly he was feeling about my words, some profiler I was. He didn’t seem angry at least, maybe a bit bemused?

I shrank back a little more over fear if he was making fun of me or not. If I hadn’t been feeling so mortified I would’ve realized that Spencer wasn’t one to make fun of anyone, hindsight is 20/20 after all.

“Your poker face is spot on.” Was the only measly response that I could find myself to come up with, in an attempt to cover my embarrassment if only a little bit. A bunch of apologies also felt like they were crawling up my throat. I was absolutely mortified that I had been caught red handed, it was beyond unprofessional- I don’t think there was even a word for it. I had crossed the line so far I might as well have leaped over it, forgetting that it had ever existed.

“Well- I am from Vegas and before you start apologizing, you don’t need to. I liked it.”

Silence fell between us again after his smart remark. It was like we were sizing each other up, deciding what to do.

“You know- there’s no one here tonight, everyone’s gone home…” My confidence seemingly had come back after being knocked down a few pegs. I tapped my fingers absentmindedly on the large desk in the file room, my mind wandering to think about what it would be like if he bent me over it.

“That’s true.” A smirk was on his face now, one that I didn’t see often from him. I felt like I was going to be ensnared by him as soon as I took the time to blink.

Sure enough in a flash he had brought me into a bruising kiss that I got swallowed up by so fast there was no chance for me to try and win back any dominance.

In no time he had me bent over the table, my face pressed into the cool silver metal with my back arching up trying to reach his touch in any way I could. He gripped the waistband of my skirt roughly, but did not pull it down right away. He pulled my skirt down ever so slowly that by the time it reached the floor I impatiently wiggled to step out of it.

“You’re impatient.” He stated simply. I couldn’t deny it because of how true it was, all he’d have to do was pull my black lace panties off to see how wet I had become.

Instead I decided to lean in on how needy and impatient I was by whining out, “Spencerrr, please?”

“What do you want? Is it the same thing you said to me on the plane?” He pressed a kiss to my hip as he pulled down my panties just as slowly as he had done with my skirt, making me squirm again. Once I was bare from the waist down before him he paused for a moment to look at me; I withered a little under his gaze. I whined again when he carefully took his long fingers to just slightly part my folds before speaking again, “Tell me.”

I hesitated a little for a moment trying to focus to remember exactly what I had said on the plane. When I had collected my thoughts I whispered out in Russian, much more shaky than I had said on the plane, “I wished you would use those fingers on me instead, preferably inside of me.”

He was seemingly satisfied by my breathless reply, immediately beginning to work me up to orgasm. As he started to work his fingers inside of me he pressed his other hand down on the small of my back, a silent warning to not move.

I contemplated disobeying him, but when two of his fingers curled inside me to perfectly hit my g-spot it felt too good to lose.

“You gonna cum so quick for me, princess?” I got even wetter when he said princess like that, in Russian made me get even wetter than I already was. I was practically dripping down my thighs- and Spencer’s fingers.

“Yes! I’m gonna cum soon!” I gasped out and tried in vain to wriggle my hips to gain more friction, his hand on my back however was unyielding.

“Ask nicely and I might let you.”

“Please?!” I even asked it in Russian to make the plea possibly better in Spencer’s eyes. He didn’t respond right away, only picking up his pace faster. I tried to hold off my orgasm as best as I could, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to hold it. “Please, sir?”

“Alright, since you asked so nicely. You can cum, princess.”

I gave up the fight of holding off my orgasm, it immediately washed over me. My legs shook with the force of how hard and fast my orgasm shot through me, causing me to cry out as well.

Once I had come down from my high I slid off the table and down to my knees to repeat what I had said while at the round table a week ago “I want your cock in my mouth.”

He looked at me with wild eyes and obliged me, letting his cock free from his slacks. My mouth watered at the sight of him, his tip was bright red and dripping with precum. He had obviously not been the only one to be turned on.

As I grasped him in my hands and jerked him slowly I relished in the way he felt in my hand. He felt hot and heavy, I couldn’t wait to take him into my mouth.

I wrapped my lips around his tip, sucking lightly. Spencer’s head tipped backwards, his hands curled into fists as if he was trying to prevent himself from grabbing my hair to fuck my face. Little did he know that was exactly what I wanted.

When I guided one of his hands to the back of my hair to reassure him that I didn’t mind if he took control that way he almost let out a groan, but successfully stifled it by biting into his other fist. He then fisted my hair harder, wrapping his hand around so tight that tears prickled a bit in my eyes. It wasn’t a bad feeling at all, I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed it even more when he started to use his hand to guide my head up and down. He set the pace to the one he desired. It wasn’t too fast or hard, it was actually quite slow. He dragged out each of my movements and when my nose nuzzled at the base of his cock he had me stay there for a moment each time. Each time I gagged a little on him he let out an almost whine, it made me wonder whether or not he’d look good underneath me as well. Though I was thoroughly content with being underneath him at this time.

Even though I had already had one orgasm the tingling between my thighs was not satiated, looking up at Spencer’s blissed out face only served to make me even more turned on.

“Stop.” I blinked up at him like he had done so at me on the jet, confused. I pulled off of his cock, a slight pop echoed in the air. He then lifted me up onto the table with my legs wrapped around his waist before I could ask him why he wanted for me to stop.

“Now what was that last thing you said to me? I want you to ask me again. ” His cock was running up and down my folds teasing me. My head fell back and I moaned when he bumped my clit.

“Please, fuck me?” My breathless voice sounded wrecked already.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” As he slid into me my eyes rolled back into my head as he slid into me. His pace was faster this time than what he had done while fucking my face. I was squirming with overstimulation and my orgasm was going to come ridiculously fast. Spencer could sense it too and brought his hand down to my clit to bring me over my peak even faster.

“You can cum again, princess.” My second orgasm was much longer than my first. It sparked through me slowly, almost in waves that felt like they had multiple peaks.

He too, was not that far behind me. When he tried to pull out to probably cum all over the tops of my thighs I kept him locked in place with my legs around my waist and asked, “Cum inside me?”

He obliged me with a groan pumping into me a few more times before spilling inside me. We were both slick with sweat, making me wish for a shower. As soon as I got cleaned up that would be the first thing I’d be doing when I bolted home. Maybe I could bring Spencer along for another round, I could hear him speak Russian to me all day.

“I’ll go get something to clean you up.” He spoke softly as if he was afraid I’d break, you’d think after the way he had fucked me that he’d realized I was not so breakable. I’d have to fix that later. As I sat there with his cum dribbling down my thighs waiting for him to return , mixing with my own I knew that I’d never underestimate Spencer’s poker face again.

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[angryschnauzer]

Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

Summary: There’s a little town high in the mountains where everyone has a secret, and every family has something that makes them unique. In Blackwater Lake those that are outcast by nature come together. 

Characters: Werewolf!Captain Syverson, Werewolf!Female Reader, Vampire!Walter Marshall.

Warnings (for this chapter, all small mentions but warning just in case): Breastfeeding, Accidental Cutting Injury/Blood loss, blood transfusions. This chapter contains no sex scenes or scenes of a sexual nature.

A continuation of previous Werewolf!Sy stories Moonlight on the Sand and Castle Under The Stars. This will be a series of stand alone stories/2 parters, which will revolve around the residents of the town, with some recurring characters.

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

The late spring day brought pleasant scents and mouth watering flavours, Blackwater Lake’s town May day parade in full flow as you held two month old Luna in her carrier to your chest, turning to smile at your husband Sy as he balanced Mikey on his shoulders so your son could watch the floats whilst they slowly cruised past. You knew he would be most excited about the Fire Department bringing their trucks past. At the first whoop of the siren Mikey squealed with joy, the ice cream cone in his hand tipping slightly and setting a blob of blue bubblegum flavour gelato into Sy’s cheek;

“Hey, no wriggles! Its raining ice cream down here”

Pausing the consumption of your own cone you handed it to Sy as you reached into your bag and found a baby wipe, moving to wipe his cheek before stretching to wipe your son’s face. Finding a trash can to toss the wipe into, you smiled as you watched your two boys as they waved to the Fire Trucks, the crew making sure to honk their horns when they saw Sy.

Everyone in town loved Sy. You’d moved there together when you’d found out you were pregnant with Mikey, your army days behind you and wanting to seek somewhere quiet where you could live in the woods to allow for full moon runs whilst being close enough to civilisation to raise a family. The aging receptionist at the realtor had pulled you aside the second you’d arrived in their office when you’d visited the town, recognising one of her own as her nostrils had flared and she’d explained that there were ‘all sorts’ in the town. That was your first meeting with Edith, and you’d gone on to move in just up the mountain from her. Once Sy had finished in the Army and baby number two was on the way, he’d started working alongside retired detective Walter at his construction company where they specialised in commercial buildings. They were always on call for when businesses had emergencies, so had come to the aid of half the town after storms and accidents.

As the parade dragged on Luna woke, grumbling for a change and a feed. The two boys were transfixed with the parade and you’d lost your ice cream cone to Sy who was now mindlessly munching away on it. Tugging on his sleeve you caught his attention;

“Luna’s woken up, i’m gonna take her into Sue’s Coffee Shop to change her and give her a feed”

“Sure thing Darlin, we’ll come find you in a bit”

-

The coffee shop was quiet, its doors opened onto the sidewalk and as the radio played soft rock music, just one or two tables taken outside but the inside empty. Sue - the owner - smiled at you as you walked in;

“Hey Sue!”

“Hey there! What can I get'cha?”

“Can i get a decaf iced latte? I just need to change Luna if that’s ok?”

“Of course, no need to ask, the restroom is empty”

A couple of minutes later your little girl had a clean butt but was still grizzling, now hungry for your milk. Sue had set your drink onto a table in the corner, a soft window seat she knew you liked to sit at to feed. Settling in you pulled your cami top down and unhooked the strap of your nursing bra, helping Luna to latch on as she cried before a blissful quiet descended over you as she happily suckled on your breast. In the quiet of the coffee shop you reached for your drink and sipped on it, smiling down at your beautiful daughter as she gazed up at you;

“Hey there my little Luna, better now? Is that the good stuff? Yeah? Well that’s what your Daddy says it is…” you said with a whisper and a smirk.

“Hey”

The sudden greeting made you jump, looking up to see Walter standing near your table;

“Oh, Hi Walter”

“Sorry…” he glanced away, averting his eyes from where you were feeding; “I just asked if you wanted anything?”

“Oh no, i’m fine, i’ve got a coffee… but you’re welcome to join me if you like? Sy and Mikey will be along once the Parade’s over”

Nodding once the quiet man went to order before returning with what looked like a quad espresso but faltering when it came to taking a seat;

“Where did you want me to sit?”

“Oh anywhere you like” you shifted Luna as she had finished on one breast, hooking that side up before shifting and moving her to the other breast. You’d mastered the art of switching breasts without revealing anything, the baby's head blocking any view of a nipple, and you were a vehement supporter of breast feeding - in fact any feeding - and had been known to get into loud shouting matches with anyone that told you to cover up something that was completely natural.

“I mean, i don’t want Sy to think i’m here oggling his wife’s tits”

Laughing, you kicked out a soft chair with your foot;

“This is fairly low, take this one and here…” you moved the upright menu on the table in front of Luna’s head, knowing that she would now be shielded from view and with your breast, and saving Walter’s embarrassment.

Just as Walter sat down Sue brough over his sandwich, the scent of it hitting your nostrils and making your stomach audibly growl;

“Oh wow, what is that?”

“A steak wrap with chimichurri sauce” he lifted one half and offered it to you, but you shook your head.

“Thanks, but that’s just a little too rare for me… looks like a good veterinarian could bring it back to life”

Walter laughed as you called out to Sue, ordering one of the same.

“You want yours still mooing too?”

“Medium, please” you laughed as she nodded and walked away.

As she cooked your meal you turned back to Walter. You’d had a few conversations with him over the 11 months he and Sy had worked together, but knew very little about him apart from his reputation of being quiet and surly, generally sleep deprived and a little pale most of the time. He’d been medically retired from the Police Department after an accident where he’d lost a lot of blood and had never fully recovered.

As Luna happily fed and Walter devoured his sandwich you sipped on your drink, watching with curiosity as the man ate in silence, savouring each bloody bite. When he finally crumpled the napkin onto the plate and sat back he caught you watching him;

“What? Do i have something on my face?”

“No” you laughed softly; “Just watching how quickly you devoured that sandwich. Rachel not feeding you at home?”

Walter’s face dropped;

“She left”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry Walter, i wouldn’t have said anything if i’d known”

“S’ok. She got fed up with the way i lived my life, but i can’t change who i am”

“True”

Just then Sy and Mikey came running into the coffee shop;

“Hi Darlin! Hi Sue! Hi Walt… be right back, Jnr has a bathroom emergency!”

The two Syverson boys disappeared into the restroom, and you could clearly hear Sy’s voice;

“Point! POINT IT AT THE TOILET! That’s it, stand on your tippy toes… there we go! Got here in time!”

You suppressed a laugh, Walter raising his eyebrows;

“Potty training?”

“Uh-huh… it's been a challenging few weeks to say the least, but Mikey wanted to give it a go”

The sound of the dryer could be heard as Sy and Mikey reappeared, Sy giving you double thumbs up from behind his son who ran to you;

“A perfect aim Darlin, no leaks. Think this deserves a cookie!”

As Mikey squealed with joy you groaned;

“Sy… not more sugar! He’ll be up all night. Mikey, honey, how about some fries?”

“And Eggies?” Mikey asked

“Sure thing honey, get Daddy to ask Sue”

As the afternoon wore on and the boys chatted, you listened as Sy and Walter discussed work stuff, Luna sleeping peacefully in your arms as you ate with Mikey. Finally glancing at your watch you motioned to Sy the time;

“Hun, i’ve gotta go collect our meat order from Walkers Meats”

“Oh yeah, sure. Here…” He opened his wallet and peeled off a bunch of $20’s as he turned to Walter; “She makes the best Steak Tartare… it's unbelievable”

“You make that?” Walter asked

Angling Luna into her carrier sling you adjusted the straps and nodded;

“Sure do! Hey, did you want to join us for dinner?”

“Yeah, join us!” Sy parroted; “And before you say anything, you wouldn’t be intruding”

With a weak smile Walter nodded;

“Sure, that’ll be nice. I gotta go to the lumber yard before though… pick out the stuff for next week's job”

You noticed that Mikey had finished his meal and was looking sleepy, holding your hand out to him he slid off the chair and stood next to you;

“How about I take the kids home, Sy you catch a ride with Walter?”

With everyone happy with the arrangements you made your way along main street to where Sy had parked his enormous truck, helping Mikey into his seat before unlatching Luna and settling her into her carrier. They were both fast asleep by the time you got to the drivers seat. 

You managed to park directly outside the door to Walkers Meats, and Freya the weekend girl helpfully brought everything out to you when you called inside that the kids were asleep in the car and you didn’t want to leave them.

-

Dinner had been fun. The two kids were peacefully sleeping as the three adults chatted after the meal, before you finally stood to load the dishwasher and start hand washing the items that couldn’t go in there. Just as you were about to start you heard a cry from the kids, Sy standing;

“It’s Mikey, i’ll go”

As you started to handwash the various knives and delicate glasses, Walter stood at your side to dry items, the two of you talking casually before you let out a cry and pulled your hand from the soapy bowl of water. The dark crimson of your blood flowed from your finger, the knife you’d forgotten you’d put in the sink the cause;

“Fuck… hand me a towel…” you asked Walter, but were surprised when he sucked in a sharp intake of breath and turned, hunching over. Clutching your hand to your chest, you were surprised by his reaction, before he suddenly turned and you let out a shriek.

Sy appeared at the doorway in a panic before rushing to you, wrapping a napkin around your hand before he finally turned to look at Walter;

“What the fuck…”

Walter was pale, paler than usual, but that wasn’t what shocked the pair of you. No, it was the fact his eyes were pure white except for dark pools for his pupils, and as he opened his mouth to speak you saw his fangs;

“It’s… it’s the blood…” he gasped out; “It drives me…”

Sy wrapped his arm around your shoulders, but looked at his friend as he slumped onto the floor, shaking and sobbing;

“Think we need a chat Walt”

-

The three of you sat around the kitchen table, a hefty glass of scotch in front of each of you as Walter spoke;

“So umm yeah… this is why i left the Department. Went into a supposedly abandoned building, but it wasn’t empty. Two what we thought were junkies in there, looked like they were frail and would snap in a keen wind, but they had this strength and speed… They overpowered me, latched onto my neck. Drained my blood, and when the last drop was about to pass their lips one of my officers finally found me and shot them. They bled into me. The EMT’s took me to New Mercy and gave me a massive blood transfusion, and treated me for severe anemia… well guess what, the fangs and fucked up eyes were a surprise a few weeks after i was discharged”

You sat wide eyed and mouth agape, not touching your drink;

“I have so many questions...”

“Okay”

“Garlic. Crosses. Being invited in. Sunlight…”

Walter chuckled;

“Most a load of complete bollocks. Garlic? Well you put some in your steak tartare didn’t you? In fact it helps with the anemia. Crosses? No issue. Being invited in, again that’s just rubbish. Sunlight however… why do you think i’m so pale, huh? Have to wear factor 50 all the damn time otherwise i end up looking like a Maine Lobster at a cookout”

Both you and Sy were transfixed, Walter chatting away but his eyes hadn’t returned to normal and his fangs occasionally caught on his lip as he spoke.

“What ‘bout blood then?” Sy asked

Walter cleared his throat;

“Well, i’ve been making do with cows blood since Rachel left”

“You used to suck her blood?” you asked in a high pitched voice

Again Walter cleared his throat, this time just the faintest hint of a blush crept over his cheeks above his beard;

“Err yeah, about once a month… but she had enough in the end and left”

“I got another question” Sy interjected; “Why are your fangs still out?”

Although he answered Sy, Walter looked directly at you;

“Because she’s bleeding”

You looked down at your hand, puzzled as the wound had now sealed, before it hit you;

“Oh… I should go and sort that out”

Sy caught up quickly, glancing at the back of your dress;

“You’re fine Darlin, Walt caught it in time”

When you returned to the kitchen the two men had knocked back their drinks, Sy pouring another hefty glass for the pair of them. Pouring your drink into Sy’s you smiled at him;

“Luna won’t appreciate it”

Making yourself a herb tea you sat down next to Sy, leaning on his shoulder as you sipped your tea. Walter cleared this throat;

“You two have taken this a lot better than i envisioned anyone would… better than Rachel did…”

You looked up at Sy and smiled, his own grin crossing over his face before he nodded and you both turned to Walter as Sy spoke;

“Oh… we have a bit of understanding of this kinda thing”

With the full moon starting tomorrow night you knew that you could both force your eyes to turn orange, the bright ring of fire in your irises flaming like a pyre, shocking Walter so much he slipped back on his chair and fell to the floor. Greeted by both of you giggling, he pulled himself back up using the table as he righted his chair, knocking back the rest of his glass;

“What… the… FUCK?”

[wavyhairedbabyy]

Idiots - Part 1

Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

tldr: They’ve both got a crush. Sucks, since they’re the only ones oblivious to it. (Slow Burn!)

CW: some swearing(not at each other), fluffy as a teddy bear.

a/n: I got a random influx of followers ;-; Tysm for enjoying my works and sharing them. I haven’t written in 6 years, in case it wasn’t obvious lmao, so even one is super meaningful to me :) this ended up being way longer than I intended it to be so I’m splitting it into 2 parts. 

edited yet: yes - let me know if I missed anything!

Part 1 - Part 2

Y/n and Karl met when Karl was still going to college in New York before dropping things to move to North Carolina. They met the fall of their sophomore year at the campus café when Karl was trying to shoot a piece of paper into a trash can. The problem was he couldn’t aim and it landed right in y/n’s mug of coffee, quickly dissolving into a paper coffee soup. For anyone else it would’ve been okay but being that coffee was y/n’s life line, especially during finals, it most definitely was not.

“You’re buying me another, right?” they asked, “I would highly recommend it or you might see a side of me you don’t want to see.”

Being the good guy he was, and the slight fear of their bad side, he did with no questions.

“So, since there’s a side of you I don’t want to see, and I bought you a new coffee, do I get to see the side of you that I do want to see?”

“Find me next semester and you might.”

And he did.

***

“Karl, if you don’t give me that sword, I’m going to hurt you!” Y/n screamed as they lunged toward him. It was y/n, Karl, and Chris hanging out at Karl’s place until it was time to leave for a Mr. Beast project. They sat in his living room, Karl with a foam sword that y/n was desperate to take from him.

“That’s the problem! If I give it to you, you will hurt me with it!” He yelled back, jumping out of their reach.

“Okay children, why don’t I just take the sword so we can end all of this?” Chris intervened in an attempt to stop the ruckus.

Both of them paused, looking at him in disbelief. They shook their head and in unison scoffed, “No!”

The two continued their play fighting, one holding on to the sword for a short period of time before the other pulled it from their grasp. This went on until it was time to leave the house.

While this was all going down, Chris watched Karl’s behavior. He noticed how he let y/n hold on to the sword a little longer, even when he could’ve easily reached out to grab it from their hands. He noticed how he was much more careful with his movements, almost scared to be too rough with them.

With anyone else, Chris knew Karl’s pride would have taken over in this situation. He thought back to any other time he had any of his SMP friends over. With Nick or Alex, he would have hogged the sword and brutally whacked either of them with it as much as he could. He would happily tacked them and pinned them to the ground. With y/n though... there was a gentleness with them, and Chris did not fail on picking that up.

“Okay lame-os, let’s get on over to the warehouse. Y/n, you coming?” Chris asked.

Y/n shook their head, “Nah. I’m gonna unpack my stuff and relax from the flight. Plus, word on the street says that tomorrow is when the cool stuff is happening so I’ll come then.” they replied.

“Well the street is right, but they’re still a dummy,” Chris looked at Karl for reference.

“Hey...” Karl faked a sad look before staring at y/n for defense.

Y/n giggle and just shrugged, waving goodbye to the both of them, “If you don’t bring me back Burger King fries, don’t bother coming back at all!”

***

Chris and Karl sat in the car, Chris driving and Karl in the passenger seat. With some music on in the background, the two were discussing the plan of action for what was going to be filmed for the day.

“Do you know how long it’s going to take?” Karl asked, “I feel bad leaving y/n by themselves so I want to try to get out as early as humanly possible.”

“I’m not really sure. I’m sure Jimmy wouldn’t mind you scootin’ out a little early,” Chris replied. He took the opportunity and leaned over to his friend, “Speakin’ of y/n, anything going on there? Y’know, anything special?”

“Uhh- whaddya mean special?” Karl haphazardly, “We’re best friends. I think that’s pretty special.”

“No, idiot. I mean is there anything there besides just being best friends,” Chris paused for a second, “I dunno. I just noticed you’re different with them, man. You know you would never treat Nick or Alex the way you treated them.”

Karl paused, trying to think of a response but failing. He sighed, “Yeah, there’s definitely something there on my end. I mean, I’ve been attracted to them since we first met. I just don’t think they reciprocate it.”

“You never know if you don’t try. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“I’d rather not think about it,” Karl sunk into his seat, thinking of all the bad endings that could happen if he told y/n his feelings.

***

Meanwhile this was happening, y/n was making themselves comfortable in Karl’s guest room. They planned on staying for a week and a half which meant packing a month’s worth of clothes. Before starting to unpack their things into the dresser, they FaceTimed their other best friend that was back in New York to keep them company.

“You’re calling me now? Your flight landed 4 hours ago! I was sure you crashed in the middle of the ocean - gone like that Malaysia flight,” y/bff answered.

“Hi to you too,” y/n responded as they started to place their clothes in the closet, “ You are so dramatic. My flight didn’t even go over the ocean. And don’t act like you weren’t tracking my flight. You knew damn well I was fine.”

“All this worrying and caring, and this is how I’m being treated?” Y/bff shook their head as the wiped their fake tears away “The disrespect.”

“Pft, the only disrespect I’m seeing here is the lack of questions about my day,” y/n said, “I had a great flight. I got those yummy blue chips and had a nice drive from the airport in a Tesla.”

Y/bff gasped, “What kind of Uber driver is driving around a Tesla? We need more of those people up here.”

“Dude, it was Karl,” y/n replied, “I was shocked. Last time I saw this kid he was driving a hunk of junk. One year down here and he’s driving around like he’s Elon Musk.”

“Well, I’ll tell you this now. If you don’t cuff him, I will!” Their laugh echoed through the phone

Y/n rolled their eyes, “Oh please, if he doesn’t like me like that then you’re in no good luck.”

“So you told him then?”

“No, not yet,” y/n paused, “I dunno. We’ve been friends for 3, almost 4, years now. If he liked me, he would’ve said something by now. Plus we live so far away from each other now. I just don’t wanna ruin a good thing, y’know?”

“Well, I still say do it. You can tell him and spend your life in peace knowing his answer, or keep it to you yourself and spend the rest of your life wondering ‘what if?’ And I’ll tell you now, the latter always ends with regret. With the first answer, you’ll at least have a chance of a happy ending.”

Y/n shrugged, putting away the last piece of clothing from their luggage, “I know, I know. I’ll think about it. Thanks for the chat, but I’m gonna go relax now before he gets back. I love and miss you already.”

They exchanged their goodbyes and hung up. Y/n flattened their luggage and slid it under the bed. Moving back to the dresser, they found some comfortable clothes to change into after a shower.

Y/n knew y/bff was right. They just couldn’t bring themselves to share their feelings. What if Karl didn’t feel the same way? Would it ruin their friendship? Would this be the last time they ever saw each other? No, y/n knew it wouldn’t end their friendship, but it would make it awkward for a little while. They moved to the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help them compose their thoughts.

***

“I’m back!” Karl shouted as he kicked the door shut behind him. The project took a few hours so the sun had set and nighttime was settling itself in North Carolina. There was no response. Karl continued, “And I have Burger King fries!”

“You should’ve started out with that! Coming!” Y/n yelled from down the hall. Karl rolled his eyes and walked over to the living room table. He started making room for the food when he heard fast footsteps coming toward him.

“Incoming!” Y/n yelled, tackling him to the floor with a hug. They were giggling as if they just pulled the best prank in the world.

“Hi to you too,” he groaned from his body hitting the floor. Y/n continued to chuckle as they got up, grabbing Karl’s hand to help him up too. They sat on the couch, looking at the food in front of them.

“A whole whopper meal? What did I do to get the honors, Mr. Jacobs?” Y/n remarked in a posh accent, popping a fry into their mouth.

“You existed,” Karl giggled out. Y/n smiled, but the butterflies in their stomach couldn’t feign their excitement. It was small shit like that that made y/n fall for Karl. He continued, “Plus I didn’t know if you ate or not so I thought better safer than sorry.”

“Aw, you’re the sweetest,” they gave him a tight hug before returning to the spot they were in on the couch, “So, what’s the plan, Stan?”

“I’m kind of tired from filming, I hope you don’t mind-”

“Actually, I completely mind” y/n replied sarcastically. Karl shook his head at them.

“So, I was thinking we could just watch a movie or watch a show,”

“Ah yes, head empty activities. I’m down. Can we watch a movie though? Not in the mood for a show right now,” y/n replied.

“Sure let’s scroll through and find something,” Karl switched on the TV and the two munched on their food while they decided what they were going to watch. After 20 minutes of scrolling, which really was 20 minutes of fighting over who had better taste in movies, they finally agreed on Wall-E.

Before the movie started, y/n looked over to Karl. Their hands were in the shape of finger guns, pointed to each other and the tips of their index fingers touching. They had a pout on their face when they asked, “Can we cuddle while we watch?”

“No,” Karl shook his head quickly, keeping a stoic, straight face. Y/n’s pout got bigger. He continued, “I absolutely hate physical touch.”

They both immediately broke out into giggles, y/n grabbing the nearest pillow and smacking him with it, “You are so lame.”

Karl continued with his fit of giggle, “The day I say that and mean it is the day hell freezes over.”

As the intro to the movie played, the two came closer, y/n’s legs tangling up with Karl’s. When they finished up their food, they moved closer with Karl’s arm around y/n’s shoulders and their head laying on his chest.

Y/n gave a playful scoff, reminiscing on their past memories together, “This reminds me of the time we had a Disney movie marathon before spring break.”

Karl laughed, “Yeah, and you made my old roommate cry beforehand because he wasn’t doing his dishes all semester.”

“In my defense, I gave him warnings. He didn’t wanna listen and there’s no way I was letting you live in a house with a sink full of fruit flies.”

“I’m not sure if you did that for me or because you practically lived with us.”

“Don’t get it mixed up, pretty boy. That was for you.” Karl smiled at those words, looking down at the person laying on their chest. He wanted to believe there was more than friendship behind those words. The warm feeling he would always get with them filled his chest as he turned his focus back to the movie.

“I really missed you.” He whispered.

“I really missed you too.”

***

Part 2

[fireladybuckley]

congratulations on your milestone, love! could i request 5 with buddie? :)

Sure thing, love <3 Thank you for all your support and friendship (and betaing!) over the last while, you are simply awesome. :)

#5 - “At least let me clean it.”

           “You sure you don’t need help with those?”  Eddie asked, watching Buck’s biceps bulge as he lifted a heavy metal crate.  

             “Nah, I’m fine,” Buck said, grunting as he hefted the crate high into the air and slid it onto its shelf.  “It’s a good workout!”

             Eddie shook his head as Buck flashed a grin at him, then shrugged and moved on. 

             “Alright, I’m going to start inventory on the medical supplies then.”

             “Sounds good to me,” Buck agreed easily, turning back to the stack of metal crates containing extra equipment and lifting the second one.

             Eddie moved over to the area where they kept the medical supplies and began counting, feeling his eyes start to cross within moments.  Doing inventory was always one of the most boring jobs, but he and Buck had volunteered to start while the others went on a medical call, figuring the earlier they started, the earlier they could be done.

             Eddie was halfway through counting boxes of sterile gauze when he heard Buck let out a wordless yell of alarm, then a deafening crash of metal and a cry of pain.  Eddie dropped the boxes of gauze he was holding and bolted over to where he’d left Buck.  The first thing he saw was one of the metal crates on its side on the floor, its contents spilled everywhere.   Second was Buck, sitting on the floor where he’d clearly fallen over, clutching a hand to the side of his face and looking pained.

             “Buck!  Are you okay?”  Eddie asked in alarm, hurrying over to him and kneeling down at his side.  

             “Y-yeah, I think,” Buck said, wincing as he held onto his face.  Eddie reached up and gently pulled away Buck’s hand, though the other man tried to resist.  Eddie wrinkled his nose and inhaled a little sharply, seeing a jagged cut along Buck’s temple and over his cheekbone that began oozing blood down the side of his face the second the pressure from his hand was removed.

             “Ouch, that looks like it hurts,” Eddie said, leaning closer and examining the edges of the wounds.  “Come on, let’s get you patched up.”

             “I’m fine,” Buck groaned, pushing Eddie away with his clean hand and struggling to his feet, gripping the shelving unit to pull himself upright.  Eddie followed him, watching as he swayed on the spot, reaching out to steady him.

             “Buck, I need to make sure you’re okay,” Eddie said, and there was a command somewhere in his voice that Buck automatically responded to, turning towards him but looking wary.  “At least let me clean it.”

             “Fine,” Buck muttered, grudgingly allowing Eddie to put a hand on his back and lead him away from the mess he’d made, sitting down on the bench as Eddie brought him into the locker area.  As Eddie ran off to get a med kit, Buck touched the side of his face, wincing at the sting of the wound and the feeling of his blood on his fingers.  He could feel it slipping down his neck, slowly soaking into the collar of his shirt and he shuddered, hating the sensation. 

             Buck realized he could feel pain on his arm as well and pulled up the short sleeve of his shirt, noting that the cloth was ripped.  Sure enough, there was another cut underneath that had soaked blood into the fabric of the sleeve and now oozed sluggishly down his arm in its absence.  Buck swore, running his clean hand through his hair in frustration.  Why did he always have to get hurt?  Was it really so much to ask to go through a two week period without having to get patched up at least once?  

             Eddie returned with the med kit just as Buck was twisting his arm around to look at the wound and shook his head.

             “Got you twice, huh?  What happened, exactly?”  Eddie asked, sitting down on the bench next to Buck and digging through the med kit for the supplies he needed.

             “I was lifting one of the crates and it tipped over a bit when I tried to get it on the shelf.  I guess it wasn’t closed properly because several pieces of equipment fell out onto my face.  Lost my balance and dropped the crate,” Buck sighed, thinking of all the stuff he was going to have to clean up afterwards.  

             “Are you alright?  Did the equipment hit you hard, or just cut you?” Eddie asked, trying to ascertain if Buck could be head-injured, looking for the maglite.

             “No, it just cut me,” Buck replied.  “I fell over because I tried to back up too fast and tripped, not because it hit my head.”

             Eddie noticed that Buck sounded a bit embarrassed but shook his head slightly, dismissing it.  It could have happened to him just as easily;  if he’d had a cascade of heavy metal equipment falling towards his face he’d have backed up in a hurry as well.

             “Going to check your pupillary reflex anyway, just in case,” Eddie said and Buck nodded.  Buck looked up obediently and held still as Eddie shone the light into each of his eyes, checking his pupils.  “Looks good, thankfully.”

             “This is probably going to sting,” Eddie said apologetically as he unwrapped an antiseptic wipe next and turned to Buck.  Buck sighed and sat still, not really bothered as Eddie cleaned the cut on his arm.  It stung a little, but it wasn’t terrible.  Buck was far more focused on the feeling of Eddie’s hands on his skin, the warmth of his grip as he steadied Buck’s arm with one hand, cleaning the wound with the other.  The feeling of Eddie touching him, even in this more clinical way, had set his heart racing and he bit the inside of his lip, looking away from Eddie, sure his expression would betray him.

             He and Eddie were in uncharted territory, as far as he was concerned.  Recently, feelings between them had become known, but neither one had moved past those admissions and done something about it.  Buck had been dying to ask Eddie on a date, but he was too nervous most of the time to actually do it, despite knowing that Eddie was interested in him.

             “Okay, all done.  That cut isn’t very deep, but I’ll cover it just so it stays clean for the rest of the shift.  You can take the bandage off as soon as you get home and let it breathe.”

             “Okay,” Buck agreed, still looking away as Eddie taped some gauze to the wound and pulled his slightly tattered sleeve down over it.  Buck watched Eddie out of the corner of his eye as the other man shifted on the bench, straddling it and facing Buck.

             “Come closer,” Eddie requested, and Buck couldn’t think of a reason to protest so he shuffled closer, until he was practically sitting between Eddie’s legs.  Eddie being so near jacked up his heart rate once more until he was sure Eddie would be able to sense it, which really only made things worse.

             Eddie reached up and began to dab at the wound on the side of Buck’s face, and this time, it really did sting.  Buck let out a small hiss of pain and turned his head instinctively, trying to move away from the burning sensation.  Eddie’s face scrunched up in sympathy, but he reached up with his free hand and cupped Buck’s face, gently but firmly turning his head back and holding it in place.

             “Sorry, I know it hurts, but you have to stay still,” Eddie admonished gently, and Buck swallowed hard as Eddie leaned closer, focusing on the wound.  It felt strangely intimate to have him so close; Buck could smell his aftershave and see every individual hair in the stubble over his jaw that was starting to push through his skin after nearly 20 hours on shift.  The touch of Eddie’s hand along his chin and cheek sent his nerves into a frenzy, and he let out a shaky breath, hoping Eddie would mistake his nerves for pain, rather than suspect just how affected by Eddie he was.

             Eddie, too, was affected by his proximity to Buck, but he was doing his best not to show it.  Buck’s bright blue eyes were so expressive, Eddie could see the apprehension in them, the unspoken words that he was longing to say shining back at him.  Eddie gently cleaned the wound, holding Buck’s head still, desperately resisting the urge to slip the hand holding Buck’s chin up his jaw and into his hair, to pull him close and kiss him the way he’d been dreaming about for weeks.  

             Eddie finished cleaning the wound and then gently wiped up the blood that had slipped down Buck’s cheek and neck, stroking his skin with the wipe, trying to clean up the drying blood without rubbing too hard.  Buck shivered as Eddie’s fingers ghosted over the skin of his neck and Eddie’s eyes flickered to Buck’s, seeing the nervousness there, the embarrassment of the shiver that he hadn’t been able to suppress.

             “I’m just going to put a couple of steri strips on this, okay?” Eddie asked after a moment, his voice quieter than before.  His affection and desire for Buck was screaming in his chest and he was amazed that Buck couldn’t hear it through his neutral words.  Buck nodded in response, and Eddie carefully applied the steri strips, closing the wound and dabbing at the bit of fresh blood that squeezed out.

             “All finished,” Eddie said softly, and despite his words, Eddie’s hand lingered on the side of Buck’s face, his fingers still steadying Buck’s jaw.  A sudden silence passed between them as Eddie found he couldn’t pull away, and instead he slipped his hand a little higher, cupping Buck’s entire cheek, his thumb gently stroking over Buck’s uninjured cheekbone.

             Buck looked over at him, his blue eyes shining; Eddie knew immediately how important this moment was - Buck’s eyes conveyed a vulnerability that Eddie had never seen before.  Buck’s expression showed a complete trust in Eddie, but also a shyness that anyone who thought they knew Buck would never have suspected was there.  Eddie could see from that single look how much Buck wanted to be with him, but that he was afraid to make the first move, afraid of being rejected again.  Eddie also knew he was afraid, like Eddie was, of what might happen if they tried being together but it didn’t work out - what would happen to their friendship?  And yet, Eddie couldn’t do this anymore.  He knew how Buck felt, and not being with him when they both felt the same way was incompatible with life as he knew it.

             So, instead of withdrawing his hand, Eddie took a breath and then did exactly as he had imagined a few minutes prior.  He slipped his hand along Buck’s jawline and downwards until his hand rested comfortably on Buck’s neck, his fingers gently teasing the ends of Buck’s hair.  Eddie could feel Buck’s pulse pounding against his hand and knew he was as excited and nervous as Eddie was, which somehow helped fill Eddie with the confidence to finish what he’d started.

             Closing the distance between them, Eddie pulled Buck’s head a little closer as he leaned forward, and in an instant their lips had met.  Eddie felt Buck inhale a little sharply in reaction, but then he was pressing closer, kissing Eddie back.  It was like a fire ran through his veins;  Eddie felt all of his limbs tingle with electricity as they embraced, his own heart racing as Buck let out a soft whimper and pressed even closer to him.  Eddie wrapped his free arm around Buck’s side, his hand resting on and stroking Buck’s back, and it was Eddie’s turn to let out a soft noise as he felt Buck’s hand reach up and hesitantly touch his cheek, settling there after a moment.

             Eventually they broke apart, the silence around them broken only by their shaking breaths.  They looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment, the brown considering the blue, before they moved back together in unison, joined together in a kiss once more.  Buck’s heart was pounding in his chest as he wrapped both of his arms around Eddie’s shoulders, Eddie responding by pulling him in as close as possible, deepening the kiss as they both became breathless, desperate for more.

             They only broke apart a moment later as Buck’s radio, which was positioned right below their heads, suddenly blared into life with Bobby’s voice, letting them know that they were headed back to the firehouse.  Buck and Eddie both sat there, panting, then burst into laughter, throwing their arms around each other and hugging.  The hug ended abruptly as the side of Buck’s face bumped into Eddie’s and he let out an involuntary gasp of pain and flinched away.

             “Sorry!” Eddie said apologetically, standing up and leaning over, pressing a kiss into Buck’s hair, beside his wound.  Buck smiled at the sweet gesture, looking up at Eddie as the other man gathered the garbage from the supplies he’d used.  Eddie grabbed Buck a new shirt and helped him peel off the ripped, blood-stained one he was wearing, and by the time they’d tossed the old shirt and Buck had pulled on the new, they could hear the truck rumbling outside, about to pull into the house.

             “So… where does that leave us, then?” Buck asked, turning his back to the parking bay and looking over at Eddie, who had just turned back to join him.  Eddie could see the hope in Buck’s eyes, and knew there was nothing else to it.

             “Why don’t we get breakfast after our shift and see where that goes?” Eddie asked, trying to sound casual but aware that the eagerness that Buck felt was also clear in his tone.

             “Sounds like a date,” Buck replied after a moment, and there was barely suppressed joy in his voice that made Eddie smile.  Quickly, just before the truck pulled in, Eddie ducked his head and pressed a kiss to Buck’s lips, leaving the other man feeling dizzy with happiness as the truck appeared in the bay.  

             Buck watched as Eddie walked away and followed in a daze to greet the others as they returned, suddenly finding himself under a barrage of questions and concerns as Hen, then Bobby and then Chim noticed his facial injury and grilled him about it.  As Buck laughed and insisted that he was alright, he caught Eddie’s eye from across the room and bit his lip as Eddie grinned at him.   Buck had never wanted to get off of a shift as badly as he did at that moment, and the memory of their kisses sustained him over the next few hours until they could finally be together, exploring what ‘together’ really meant for the first time.

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Holiday Party

Damian Wayne x reader

He’s about 16 yrs old here.

Warning: Christmas? Kissing

Christmas series 4

You were early. Damian looked out his door to see no one around and he rushed downstairs to meet you at the door. You were being dropped off by your older brother who gave Damian a look from the front seat of his car that all but said he’d mess Damian up if he hurt you. Funny to think about your brother trying to beat him up but he would never consider it. Damian opened your car door for you.

“Beloved, you’re early,” he said with a grin. Your brother gave a rough hey and Damian’s face dropped and he gave a curt nod. “I’ll have Alfred drop her off so you won’t have to pick her up,” Damian told him. Your brother nodded again before leaving.

Damian barely held your finger with his own as he walked you up to his room. He didn’t want his brothers to see him being affectionate. He pulled you into his room and engulfed you in a huge hug. He wasn’t short little Dami anymore but had been hit by puberty like a bus and was almost 6 foot tall. He smelled like cologne and his sweater was so freaking soft. You felt the fabric on his chest with your hand and he stiffened and coughed a little. Oh yeah, he could feel that. You flushed.

“So you want to watch a movie?” Damian said pulling away.

“Yeah. Sounds great,” you said sitting on his bed pulling your shoes off. You slid up the bed to lay on his pillow as he grabbed his laptop.

“Drake doesn’t know but I’ve set it up that every film he downloads, I get a copy too so I’ve got a bunch. Though his taste is pretty sappy for some of these,” Damian said wrinkling his nose.

“Probably to watch with his girlfriend. Or maybe he’s a sap,” you laughed. Damian climbed on the bed and laid the laptop on the other side of you. His arms temporarily caged you against him and you couldn’t help but think of him on top of you. Damian laid back as the film started playing. He put two pillows behind his head to watch from behind you. You laid on your side and he wrapped an arm around your waist loosely.

The film was probably great. All you could think of was how close your boyfriend in the softest boyfriend sweater was right beside you. You slid farther back until your back hit his chest. He inhaled audibly but didn’t move. Damian cursed himself. You had definitely heard that.

You ran your hand along the arm of his sweater as the movie went on. He smelled a little like soft cologne and spiced tea. Everything was fine until there was a sex scene. Nothing graphic but enough to where you were both very aware of your situation. Damian slid his body a little back from you making a little space between you and him.

You turned to look at him and he couldn’t help but brush his lips against yours. You slowly turned in his arms until you were making out while laying on your side. Damian held your face softly with one hand. Your fingers slid into his hair. His tongue slipped into your mouth gently just exploring you.

The door to his room opened.

“Master Damian, your father needs you in his study at your earliest convenience. Also... do take care with your visitors. You are only 16,” Alfred said, looking pointedly at the ceiling before leaving. Damian flushed on his tan skin. you covered your mouth and giggled, embarrassed.

“At least it wasn’t your dad,” you said. He nodded as he stood up.

“I won’t be long. Just watch the movie and I’ll be back as quick as I can,” Damian said and you noted that his lips were pink and maybe even a little swollen from kissing.

“Yeah, no problem.”

It took all of 1.7 minutes for Bruce to notice his son’s lips. His eyes narrowed a little and he looked critically at Damian who was staring at the computer screen.

“Damian, you are of the age where sexual education is important. You are practicing safe sex, yes?” Bruce asked in an even tone as if almost casually but really he wanted to seem calm. Damian twisted so fast to look at his father.

“I am not,” he said quickly.

“You aren’t??” Bruce asked shocked. “That’s very dangerous-“

“I’m not having sex. At all,” Damian said completely red. Bruce calmed.

“None? Because condoms-“

“Father, I’ve been taught. And if I do have sex I will be safe but I’m not now,” Damian said. He refused to look anywhere but the screen. “How did Alfred tell you so fast?” He complained.

“Tell me? Is there something to tell me? You know what? Don’t answer that. I trust you. There is a bowl of condoms under the sink in the bathroom off my study. All of the boys use it and it stays full. No questions asked. And the family doctor is very discreet for any questions you might have,” Bruce said delicately.

“Okay. I got it. Thanks. But please stop. Tell me about the case,” Damian practically begged.

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It was not a few minutes but a full 2 hours later that Damian came back to his room. You were asleep. A movie played in the background and you hug his pillow. Damian smiled a little before waking you. It was almost time for his brothers to arrive. You sat up quickly. You’d never fallen asleep at his place.

“Sorry I was so long. Family stuff,” he said vaguely. He did that all the time. “It’s almost time for the party.”

“Oh I need to get ready,” you sat up. You’d planned to get started a little earlier. You didn’t dress fancy around Damian; he didn’t care. But his family’s Christmas was fairly formal.

“Is this okay?” You asked 20 minutes later. Damian nodded with a little smile.

“You look beautiful in anything, beloved. But this is exceptional,” he said and you flushed. His way with words. “It’s time to go down stairs.”

Damian took your hand and you walked downstairs. His eyes lingered on you longer than necessary. Somehow Tim and his girlfriend and Duke had beat you both downstairs. Damian pulled out a chess board and Tim and Bruce once again dragged work into every room they entered.

“I won’t go easy on you,” Damian warned. He was far better at strategy but your moments on the board were incredibly erratic to the point that he couldn’t predict your next move.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else. If you did, I’d expect a body snatcher,” you said and he hazarded a small smile. Damian didn’t want to appear too pleased. Bruce was watching him while maintaining conversation. You understood his weird stoic family dynamic enough to ignore it.

Damian won 3 out of 4 games. You could admit that your win was more luck than skill but you took it. Dick and his girlfriend arrived and the party moved to the dining room.

After a few minutes, a man you had never seen showed up humming to introduce himself and his date. The butler seemed very happy and for a minute you wondered if it was his son. No, this was the mysterious brother who was always fighting with the family.

“Dami, who is that?” You asked whispering.

“Jason Todd, one of my father’s wards. And I suppose his girlfriend,” Damian said. You nodded and watched as they sat down. Later in the evening, the eldest, that Damian had even called his brother, proposed to his girlfriend.

You were given a small glass of champagne and you looked at it quietly. Did they forget you and Damian were 16? Not exactly legal. But you didn’t say anything and you both drank the tiny amount of alcohol with everyone else. Damian squeezed your hand and gave you a tiny smile.

The party moved to the parlor with a billiards table and a dart board on the wall. The adults were served more alcohol and pudding was served informally. A tasty sticky cake that you dare not asked the ingredients was quickly eaten. You and Damian sat on a loveseat in the corner where you could watch the others play billiards and other games. Tim and Jason played a heated game of 9 ball. Jason was a natural. Tim was all strategy.

You leaned against Damian’s shoulder as the storm raged outside. You were full and the room was warm.

“It’s far too dangerous to drive out tonight. It’s turned into a blizzard so you all will stay here. There are plenty of rooms and beds for everyone and anything you could need,” Bruce announced to the group. Jason sighed and Damian opened his mouth. “I’ll call her parents to let them know. Don’t worry Damian.”

Damian relaxed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You began to doze as the pool games played. He ran his fingers along your outer arm and watched from the corner of his eyes as you fell asleep. He enjoyed your body warmth and soft sweet scent subtly.

An hour later you woke as you were slowly being moved. Strong arms cradled you and you could smell Damian’s pleasant unique scent strongly. You gripped his arm as he carried you out of the room. He hushed softly to let you go back to sleep.

“You got him shot?!” One of the women in the room yelped and you jolted awake.

“It’s okay. Go back to sleep, beloved. Don’t mind my stupid brothers,” Damian said quietly. He gently laid you on his bed and pulled you in the covers. His soft sheets quickly lulled you to sleep.

While you slept, he grabbed blankets and settled on the floor. Half an hour later, right as Damian was falling asleep, Bruce opened the door quietly. He saw the boy on the floor, nodded, and shut the door.