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urdepressedslut · 1 year

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You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part nine❞

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: After the events from the other day, you try and cope with the reality of what happened. The world is a lot less colorful than you remember. Bucky helps comfort you after you realize you have no one left.

♡ Warnings: heavy angst, flashbacks, abuse, mentions of parent death, hints to depression, reader doesn't know she has depression, anxiety attacks

Series Masterlist

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au

Italics are flashbacks

“I don’t know… I kinda like shirts that don’t hug me too tight.” You mumbled, scratching the back of your neck.

You heard a dramatic gasp, and you looked into her eyes as she shook her head, holding up the top she had been trying to convince you to buy.

“Babygirl— why can’t you see how gorgeous you are. Anything you wear, you’d make look like a million bucks.” You Mother almost whined, and you couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips from her antics.

“Ma you know that’s not true.” You argued, failing at keeping a serious expression.

“No baby— I know I’m right. That’s my secret.” She argues back confidently.

She walked closer and started combing stray hairs out of your eyes, smiling at you adoringly as she did so. Her eyes practically sparkled with love.

“What’s your secret Ma?” You asked quietly, leaning into your Mother’s delicate touch.

She cupped your chin and raised your face to her lips, the feeling of her pecking your forehead sweetly. The gesture made you all warm inside— her love filling you with so much protection.

“Mommies never lie. So you really are beautiful baby— and soon you’ll start to see that, and you’ll be breaking hearts left and right.” She spoke quietly to you.

“I won’t be breaking any hearts… because that means I’ll have to date people and well… that’s scary.” You admitted.

Your Mother lifted your chin back up, giving you another loving kiss on your forehead, stroking your cheek as if you were fragile and needed to be protected. In her eyes— you were her everything. Her little girl— she only wished you could live your life without any pain. She knew life wasn’t that perfect— but she’d do anything for her baby. She’s try as hard as she could to make her life perfect. She deserved it.

“It is scary baby, but if you never put yourself out there— you may never have the chance to meet people.” She cooed. “We learn a lot from everyone we meet, and if you don’t meet anyone— you won’t learn anything. It helps us grow into being a better person.”

You nodded in understanding, feeling comforted by her words. She believed that you could do it, so you started to believe you could. Your Mother truly did know best— she’d never put you in a bad situation. As much as you hated to admit it, she was almost always right.

“You’re so smart Ma. I’m glad I've got a Mama as good as you around.” You whispered as you hugged her tightly— forgetting that you were at the mall.

Her laugh vibrated through her chest as your head lay against her heart.

“You know your compliments always go straight to my head.” She joked and you snorted and playfully hit her hip.

“I’ll take it back.” You playfully warned.

“Please don’t— we were having such a nice moment.” She whined dramatically and you both went into a laughing fit.

The air was so cool— so breathable. Your limbs felt relaxed, your mind was at ease. Everything was so much easier with your Mother around, she truly was the light of your life.

"Okay, I'll get it." You finally gave in, pointing to the shirt that was hanging off her arm.

Your Mother eyes brightened and she smiled like the chesire cat, almost starting to jump up and down like a little kid. You forgot who was the older one sometimes. You just watched with a giggle.

"That's my girl." She ruffled your hair and headed towards the cashier.

You watched her walk away, happy that you could make her happy. Although the top wasn't what you'd usually wear— maybe your Mother was right. It was time to get out of your comfort zone— plus she was never wrong.

You cracked your eyes open at the sound of rain hitting your window, the peaceful ambience of a storm passing over the house. You let out a deep breath, a heavy feeling left sitting on your chest— the bittersweet memory still fresh in your mind. It was sweet because even the memory of your Mother could fill your body with the joy that you had been missing from life. Although it was bitter because they were only memories. Instead of staying in the moment with her, you were forced to be sent back into reality. Back to a world where she wasn't around anymore. That was the most painful realization you had to live through every day.

The days since her passing had been the same, but it was slightly different this time around. You were almost positive that because of the relationship between you and your Father was getting worse— had you desperately wishing to have your Mother back.

You wondered if it would've been easier to never know parental love, then live most of your life with it— then to not have it.

You hadn’t realized you had slept through the night, misjudging how exhausted your kind and body was. There was just a slight glow from outside, otherwise the sky was cloudy— the weather gloomy. The outside was currently how you felt, it seemed.

Glancing around the room, there was no sign of him. Which was the second thing that had come to your mind this morning. Bucky.

Pushing that thought to the side, you swung your legs over the edge of your bed— heading towards the bathroom. Your head felt heavy, your limbs feeling like there were wights tied to them. You overall felt like the walk to the bathroom was much harder than it should’ve been. You had hoped that a nights rest would ease the haze that covered your brain. But as you walked to the bathroom— you could still sense the thick fog within your head.

Switching on the light, you headed straight for the mirror without giving it much thought. You’d be lying if you said your reflection didn’t startle you. In fact the harder you looked— you doubted that was actually you.

Your eyes were puffy, red rimmed as they were the night before. Your lips were chapped, achey with how dry they were. All in all— it was the still irritated skin on your cheek that had you in shock. The palm sized mark had you staring without blinking— your breathing starting to come in rapidly. Almost instantly, the events from the night before began to play through your mind.

"You wonder why I don't want you around— do you not see how you act? Disrespectful fucking brat! I do all these nice things for you— I buy you a fucking house! I provide you with everything you need!"

The memory of his hand shooting towards your face had you flinching back in the space of your bathroom. The action startling you from just remembering.

You furrowed your brows, staring at your reflection in confusion. Puzzled at your body's reaction— the way you had jumped. Even though you were alone in the bathroom— you felt embarrassed. Your hand shot down to grip your thigh, squeezing the flesh until you could start to feel pain. Your nose burned again, your chest tight and uncomfortable— unable to expand fully. You gasped, almost breaking from this trance as you released your thigh— glancing down frantically at the now red and irritated skin. Your head felt fuzzy as you couldn't understand why you were acting like this. You felt like you were out of control of your body— your mind. You wiped your face harshly, drying your skin of any tears— any evidence that you had been a mess.

Without wasting another second, you headed from the bathroom and made your way downstairs— in search of Bucky.

Bucky had made himself comfortable in the grand office downstairs. The room seemingly untouched, obvious that you didn’t care for this room. That much didn’t surprise him. But what did shock him— was the stash of liquor that was kept inside the study.

Surely that wasn’t yours. He thought to himself.

He had sat by your bedside, guarding the room as you slept for awhile. After you started to mumble in your sleep— that’s when he decided to leave. He knew you’d want him to be there when you woke, but the words about your Mother escaping your lips seemed private. It felt wrong to over hear such information while you were unconscious.

He also just needed to excuse himself, needing to drown his thoughts with alcohol for awhile. His career let alone his life— was in jeopardy.

He didn’t want to fear Pierce— but he couldn’t stop the overwhelming waves of anxiety from crashing into him. Amongst everything else, you stuck out in his thoughts. Majority of his worries circled around you, the concerns about you being left alone— with Pierce. If it wasn’t his life he was worried about, it was you. He was only afraid of the outcome because if there was no him— he wouldn’t be able to protect you.

It continued to eat away at him— he knew he should do something. He let the thought pass by… I should run.

He raised the glass, downing the rest of the contents— enjoying the burn on his throat as he scoffed at the cowardly thought.

He’d would run for you… with you.

He stared at the empty glass as he attempted to digest the idea. Knowing deep down he wouldn’t be able to make a proper decision without talking with you.

“James?” You called out, grabbing his attention to the doorway.

You didn’t even attempt to send him one of your usual warm smiles, instead glancing around the room you completely forgot existed. For good reason.

“What are you doing in here?” You asked, but soon found your answer when you let your eyes drop to the bottles of liquor surrounding his empty glass. “It’s early.”

You pointed out, and Bucky lowered his gaze for a moment in shame before lifting his eyes to your face again. This was when he noticed how different you looked.

It was the little, subtle changes that no one else could distinguish. But he could— he could see it clear as day, and it broke his heart.

Your eyes were dull, missing the usual sparkle in them. Your face just seemed like it was longer, the way you didn’t even try to keep a smile on your face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen you so… not you. Lastly, what killed him the most— was the way you were standing. The way you were trying to seem so small, like you could be small enough to hide away from everyone.

“James?” You called again, breaking him from his analysis of you. It was then he realized he hadn’t responded.

“Uh… yeah guess I’m just a little stressed out.” He finally told you, not completely lying.

“You shouldn’t do that— it can cause a lot of issues.” You motioned towards the alcohol.

“I know.” He mumbled, lowering his gaze to the desk again.

“You should just talk to me, instead of drinking until you pass out.” You told him softly.

“I can hold my liquor well.” He tried to argue, glancing up and sending you a smirk.

You just shook your head, crossing your arms like you were a mom scolding her kid.

“I don’t care. You should still talk to me.” You told him sternly.

He couldn’t ignore the shock in your change in demeanor. Of course you’d be in a different mood from the events last night— but he wasn’t used to this solemn version of you yet.

“Okay.” He agreed finally, standing up to head towards another room— preferably one that didn’t hold as much negativity as this one.

You surprised him by reaching out to take his hand, holding it tightly in yours. You didn’t give him a second to show his shock— instead you held on, tugging him towards the direction of the library.

He hadn’t even talked with you yet, but somehow he already felt lighter— in a better mood. Just by your presence, let alone your touch— was enough.

Making your way through the library— hand in hand— you didn’t slow until you reached your spot. The same spot from the very first introduction you two shared. One that didn’t have that good of an ending.

The memory although had a sour end, you still looked back and wanted to smile. You two had no idea what was coming— so naive. Like you said— it almost made you want to smile. Almost.

“James, why are you drinking this early in the morning? I know you’ve got something on your mind.” You started, as soon as you two sat down in your spots.

He rolled his eyes, avoiding your stare. He knew you were right, but also he just didn’t want to have this talk. Though— he knew it needed to happen. He just wished he could have one more care free day. He hated himself for not enjoying them while they lasted.

“Doll, we know what’s going to happen.” He voiced lowly, body and mind defeated.

You flashed a fearful expression before attempting to harden your features back.

“What do you mean?” You asked him cautiously.

“I spoke wrongly to your Father— everything that happened yesterday… you know how this ends for me.” He hinted, hoping you’d understand.

You shook your head, while still glancing at him with a softened expression. You don’t think you’d ever seen Bucky so stressed, his face stuck in a concerned expression.

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“(Y/n)… your Father doesn’t give a shit about me! For all I know— he probably has a new bodyguard ready for you. I’ll be as good as gone soon!” He exclaimed, voice raising— but it was Bucky. You weren’t afraid of him like you were your Father.

“Nothing is going to happen to you— I’ll make sure of it.” You promised him, and for a second he paused and looked at you deeply.

He ran a hand through his hair, leaning back in his seat with a frustrated huff.

“I don’t really care what happens to me… I just don’t wanna leave you. I can’t… I can’t let him keep doing this to you.” He whispered, lowering his head— his emotions stealing his voice.

You felt your heart start to beat faster, the same butterflies fluttering around your stomach once more. Every time he protected you, made an effort to want to be with you— it had you speechless. You never knew you could find something like this again. After your Mother had passed— you thought the feeling was lost.

“We should run.” He spoke again, breaking the thick silence that had blanketed the room.

You swallowed at that suggestion, wondering why a small part of you still didn’t want to leave your Father. Although he had proved to really not care about you— love you. You still loved him. He was all you had left.

But maybe that wasn’t true anymore, here was Bucky sitting in front of you— willing to risk his life just so you could live your happy ending.

“Where will we go?” You spoke back finally, shocking him that you wanted to go along with it.

As he stared into your eyes, his stomach rolled sickeningly at the fear that was evident in your eyes. But it wasn’t fear for yourself— it was for him.

“Somewhere far away— somewhere he won’t find you. I have a few places in mind… but are you really willing to do this? Leave your home?” He asked, happy that you were on board— but still wanted to respect your decision.

You immediately thought of that one cheesy quote you’d read somewhere— not necessarily believing it until now. Home can be a person too.

You felt your nose burn, tears welling into your eyes and this time you didn’t fight it. Everything had been building ever since you’d woken up. The only place you felt safe wasn’t even your home anymore— it was him.

“This place doesn’t really feel like home anymore so… yeah I’m ready.” You admitted, your voice getting quiet by the end.

Bucky’s hand twitched on his thigh, the way his instinct was to touch you— to comfort you. He fought against the side of him that itched to jump over to you, instead he stayed rooted at his spot.

“There’s something else I need to tell you.” He started, not knowing if you were mentally ready to handle this. “Your Father has been keeping this from you for awhile, and he had asked me to keep it from you as well but— you deserve to know. I wanted to tell you so many times I just— I should’ve told you… so I’m sorry.”

You got up from your seat and plopped down next to him, not hesitating to reach out and take his metal hand in your two. Your held it comfortably while also using the metal ridges to fidget with.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about what you should’ve done— you’re telling me now. That’s all that matters, so I appreciate that.” You assured him, scooting even closer so that your thighs were touching.

“Someone’s been stalking you (Y/n).” He finally confessed, and almost immediately he could feel the weight being lifted off his chest.

You didn’t speak for awhile, just staring at him like you weren’t sure if you imagined him saying those words. Your brain was having a hard time processing what he had said— someone was stalking you? You were disturbed, your skin crawling with fear. One thing stuck out to you the most— it was the fact that your Father had yet to tell you.

Bucky took your silence as a bad sign, watching you stare blankly at your lap, where your fidgeting hands stilled on his metal one. It was his turn to wrap his metal hand around your wrist, applying a gentle amount of pressure to try and get your attention.

“(Y/n)?” He asked softly, growing more worried the longer you stayed quiet.

You still didn’t know what you were feeling, it was hard to distinguish it when you were already overwhelmed with emotions today. Your brain felt burnt out— your mind wanting to shut off completely.

“How long?” You whispered, still staring at your lap.

“Awhile, and they’ve gotten close. They have left stuff on your doorstep— and I found it before you could see it.” He told you, watching you shiver from the information. “They found your Mother’s necklace in one of the boxes that was dropped off at your door.”

That had gotten your attention, your head snapping up to his— your eyes wide with horror. You immediately started shaking your head in denial, knowing where this was going. You felt like you were gonna be sick, so you tried to swallow back the bile from rising.

“No… No I— I know what you’re going to say! My Mother died from a car accident. That’s how she died.” You rushed out, your vision blurring with tears.

“(Y/n) I’m not saying whoever is stalking you was involved with her passing— I’m just saying that there’s something darker to this than anyone knows.” He assured you, watching you nod in understanding.

His heart hurt watching your body start to tremble, your bottom lip quivering.

“Do you have it?” You whispered ever so quietly.

“What?” Bucky asked suddenly, confused.

You faced him, grabbing onto both his hands now— needing him to ground you from spiraling. Bucky had to hold in the gasp that wanted to escape, from how close you appeared to be.

“Do you have the necklace?” You asked desperately, voice cracking, “My Father he… he wouldn’t let me keep any of my Mothers things.”

Bucky’s heart broke again, his eyes softening at your broken expression. The way you were trembling holding onto him, your eyes red rimmed and lost looking. He had never held such hatred for someone before— fucking Pierce.

“Doll, I’m sorry— he has it.”

You nodded in understanding but couldn’t hold back the new wave of tears. You didn’t hesitate, and threw yourself into his arms. Wrapping your arms right around his middle, feeling the bulky muscles flex through his clothes.

He didn’t waste anytime and engulfed you in his protective embrace. He willed himself to stay strong— for you. But your cries and shakes of your body were killing him, he swore he was feeling physical pain from it all. He wanted to take it all away— all your pain.

Both your legs hung off to the side, while you practically were sitting in his lap. But neither of you cared— yes, it was intimate. But it was intimate in a different way, you both clung onto each other— escaping for a little while just in each others embrace. Being so close now, feeling each other pressed up on another— it felt right. It felt like home.

You felt one of his hands lift to the back of your head, cradling your head as his metal fingers weaves through your hair— just slightly scratching your scalp. You could feel yourself melt further into him. Your body sagging into him.

“I’ve got you (Y/n), I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered soothingly.

“I wanna hate him.” You whimpered, your fists fisting in his shirt.

His heart clenched painfully, hating that there was nothing he could do besides be here for you at the moment. But every cry and whimper only convinced him further that he was doing the right thing— the right thing by running away with you.

“Does that make me a bad person— that I wanna hate him? I want to but… but I can’t!” You cried.

Bucky shook his head, before he realized you couldn’t see him. He pulled you back away from him so he could face you— that was also when he noticed how close you were to him.

“No it doesn’t. He hasn’t been a Father to you. He hurt you— It’s okay to wanna hate him.” He assured you.

He held your gaze, waiting until you nodded to make sure you understood what you were feeling was valid.

“I really wanna hate him…” You whimpered again, trying to lower your eyes but you knew Bucky wouldn’t allow it.

He didn’t know if there was anything he could say to truly make you feel better, but he hoped that his comforting embrace was helping. Little did you know— your tight hold on him was ridding him of any and all stress.

“I know (Y/n), I know.” He breathed out.

Before he could stop himself, he was lifting his hand to stroke his thumb across her cheek— letting his palm rest on your jaw.

Your eyes fluttered shut from his touch for a second, before they opened and gazed deeply into his. His eyes shined with something unusual— something you had yet to see coming from his eyes. You felt intimidated from the intensity that was his gaze— the way your stomach fluttered nervously. You felt the same urge as before, your body leaning instinctively closer to him— you felt so safe in his arms, you couldn't help yourself from wanting to sink deeper into the ocean that was him.

"(Y/n)..." His voice broke through your trance, "Maybe we shouldn't."

God he wanted to slap himself for even voicing those words, because he so badly wanted to devour you whole— loosen every thread that was tied on you— unlocking every inch and part of you that he didn't know he craved. But the sensible side of him knew it wasn't the right moment... right?

You were so vulnerable, it felt wrong for him to even steal a glance in the wrong way when your walls were crumbled before him. He didn't want you to think for even a second that he was taking advantage of you. He respected you greatly, and he was not going to allow himself to have no self restraint. He wanted you to be in full control— and even then he felt hesitant to let you continue. The kiss on his cheek from before, he felt he hadn't deserved that— earned that. He was greedy however— and took any breadcrumbs he could.

You only darted your eyes down to his lips, watching his tongue poke out to wet them— your eyes watching the pink dampen the plump flesh. You found yourself biting your own lip— a sudden craving intensifying at the sight.

Despite your desires, you leaned forward and placed another kiss to his stubbled cheek— this time letting your lips linger on the skin longer than the last. Bucky could feel the heat rush to his face, knowing his cheeks were most likely bright red. He didn't know how he held so much power, but the feel of your lips against his cheek— god he wanted to kiss you so badly.

You sent him a small smile, and he could almost see the real you finally coming to light. The sight had his heart swelling, his own lips curving up in a cheerful smile— relived to see his girl coming back.

"Thank you James— I don't know what I'd do without you." You whispered, holding his gaze with hidden devotion. "I need you."

He had to fight back the huge smile he felt approaching from your words— he tried to ignore the bubbling joy he felt from your words. The way you needed him just as he needed you.

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smallestapplin · 1 year

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Will you ever learn?

Guess who’s back, and I’m dragging this entire fandom to my domain.

Based off this idea I had.

🔞18+Only! MDNI!🔞

Cw : slightly mean Sidon, DP, fucking his avatar. Afab reader.

Also thank @onestepbackwards for beta reading, I owe them.

To say Sidon was upset was an understatement, he was furious you would do something so careless!

You could’ve gotten hurt, and you didn’t even care, simply asking him ‘was that cool or what?’ He loves you dearly, but you’re going to send him to an early grave at this rate. Yet no matter how much he tried to reason with you, you wouldn’t hear it.

A loving partner must find a suitable punishment, right?

“Sidon, p-pleease! Fuck, fuck!-“

The prince is pulled from his thoughts at your pitiful sounds. He was so lost in his emotions, he almost forgot how he had you. Sidon looks up from his paperwork, nearly purring at the mess you’ve become. His cocks twitch against his stomach, feeling the phantom grip of your wet heat around him.

His avatar has you up, claws digging into your thighs.

It easily keeps them open as it fucks its cock into you, with the second one rubbing against your clit with every quick thrust. You can barely keep yourself up, gripping onto the avatar’s arms for support.

Sidon’s expression doesn’t change, only staring at your stuffed cunt flowing with the fake cum of his shade. He doesn’t recall how long he’s kept you like this, but Sidon is more than happy with the results.

“Please what, love? Last I checked, I didn’t say you could beg. Take your punishment like a good pet.”

He smiles so sweetly at your loud cry. Sidon loves watching how your body jiggles with every rough thrust, how you thrash and plead. You never say the word to end all of this.

The prince swears under his breath, bucking his hips into the air as he feels the sensation of you clenching.

“M’cummiiing!!” You toss your head back against the avatar’s chest, trembling as you cum yet again. You aren’t sure how much more you can take.

Sidon bites his lip, eyes fluttering watching and feeling you cum. His avatar slows to a stop, holding you steady and letting you catch your breath. You fall limp against the blue see-through chest, thinking that was the end of it.

“Hm, I do need to finish signing these. Perhaps you could come closer and let me enjoy the show.” He makes a gesture as his secret stone lights up for a moment.

A yelp escapes your throat as you're pressed against Sidon’s desk. Your hole is now empty, as his shade stands behind you. You’re face to face with your beloved, his smile wide and sharp as usual.

“Let’s prepare you for me.”

A hand is placed in between your shoulders, keeping you pinned, while the other grabs your hips, lifting them for the perfect angle so the avatar can bully both his cocks into you.

“S-Sidon! T’much, t’much, I can’t-!! Fuuuck!” You arch your back as best you could, nearly shrieking at the double intrusion.

Sidon hums softly, taking in your whorish expression. Moving a hand up, he gently glides his sharp claws from your collarbone and up, delighting in your shiver as he makes his way to your chin.

When his avatar pulls back his hips and roughly thrusts forward, you see white, feeling like the air was knocked out of your lungs . It moves its hands, grabbing your wrists and raising you up, exposing your chest to the prince.

Sidon’s eyes nearly glow watching your chest bounce with the ravenous thrusts, how the tears fall down your blissed-out face. You’re truly a sight to behold.

“I’m sorry! Sorry! It won’t- Mm! I won’t do it again!” Your drool hangs down your chin as your words begin to slur.

The Prince sighs, wishing he could believe that, but knowing you, you’ll think of a stunt to one-up the last.

“I’m sure you are, but we have to make sure you know better.”

You wail as Sidon’s hand cups your tits, caressing the supple skin before pinching and tugging at your nipples. Between his avatar’s hips violently bucking and his rough touches, you’re losing your mind.

“You make such a mess.” Sidon chuckles breathlessly, being able to feel you squeezing around his cocks.

“Too much! O-oh goddess t’deep-!!” Your mouth drops open, squealing. Your eyes roll back and your vision blurs.

Sidon swears, hips jolting as he cums with you, leaving his cum painting his stomach and lap. But it’s all worth it just to see you tremble and fall limp. He’s quick to make his avatar pull out of your well-loved hole, and carefully pick you up, the shade carries you around his desk to him, to which Sidon gently holds your panting form in his lap.

“You did so well for me, my little hero.” The large zora kisses your temple, before dismissing his avatar.

You faintly hum, leaning into him and his touch, feeling so fucked out of it.

“I suppose I was a little rough with you, I shall remedy that! Let’s get you cleaned up. After all, you were so good for me.”

You can barely giggle at the dozens of kisses he showers onto your sweaty, tear-stained face.

Unfortunately for Sidon, this might have had the opposite effect of what he wanted.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#sidon x reader smut #afab reader #loz x reader smut #loz sidon x reader smut #botw x reader smut #totk x reader smut #botw sidon x reader smut

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justmeinadaze · 2 years

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Playing the Game Part 8 (Steve X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Can I just run my fingers through his hair please? This idea came to me and just took over. It is a bit longer than my other stories but for some reason it felt right for these two. I hope you guys had a happy Thanksgiving :)

Warnings: Dom/Daddy Steve and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!) Cute Steve with the reader's family. Mentions of the color system here. Since the last time, they've definitely had more conversations about stuff like this. Oh! Mentions of bullying from readers high school days.

Word count: 5991 Clapping erupted from the table near the back of your store as the boys played their weekly D &D game. You watched them from your perch at your counter with an amused smile.

“Time check, Gentlemen! I’m closing in an hour.”

“Oh, come on!”, Dustin pouts. “Eddie can lock up.”

“Henderson, if you think I’m leaving Eddie, you, and Mike ALONE in my closed store you are insane. I would come back the next morning to zero inventory.”

“Okaaaay… why don’t you just close but hang out with us?”

“Pfft. Five buck’s Princess has a date with Harrington tonight.”, Eddie giggles from behind his makeshift wall.

You glance at your watch, making a face. “Ok, see, you just wasted 3 minutes of your playtime arguing with me.”

Dustin scrunches his face. “Ugh, playtime. We’re not babies, you know!”

The bell above the door dings as Steve scurries in quickly. “Fuck! It’s cold out there. Hey baby.” He heads straight for the counter giving you a sweet peck on the lips. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just babysitting.” You lift an eyebrow in Dustin’s direction.

Eddie swats his arm lightly. “Told you.”

“55 minutes!” You tap at your watch, chuckling as you turn your attention back to Steve. He looked so adorable bundled up in his winter wear. He pulled off his hat and scarf, placing them on the counter. A grin spread across his face when he noticed you smiling at him while he was fixing his hair.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just love you.” You reached over grabbing his collar to pull him down for another kiss. He came around to your side, wrapping you up in his arms. Leaning your head on his chest you could smell the mixture of his cologne and the cool winter Indiana air. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Steve takes a seat in the stool next to your own. “Ask away.”

“We haven’t really talked about it but what are you doing for Thanksgiving? Were you spending it with your family?”

“Oh shit.” He sighed, running his hand along the back of his neck nervously. You reached out talking it in yours as you interlocked your fingers with his. “I hadn’t thought about it, honestly. I can’t remember the last time we actually had a Thanksgiving dinner. Probably because it would be awkward as hell.” He flashed his teeth as he smiled over at you. “I don’t think they’re doing anything and even if they were I probably wouldn’t go. My dad wouldn’t want me to bring you and that would be out of the question.”

“Steve…”

“Why do you ask? Did you want to do something together?”

“So, I kind of finally told my parents I was seeing someone and they kind of told me to ask you to come eat with us.” You cringe playfully making him laugh. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. It wouldn’t just be like my parents. It would be my grandparents and aunts and uncles and I’m realizing that I am rambling like Robin so I’m going to stop.”

Steve’s grin grew as you were talking and now he was caught up in fit of giggles, grabbing his stomach as he tried to calm down. “Whew! God, Baby Girl, I love watching you get all flustered and nervous like this.”

You roll your eyes and his fingers reach out to grab your chin, turning you look at him. “None of that.” He smiles softly as his thumb traces your lips. “I’d love to meet your family. But I only want to go if you want me to. Do you want me to go?”

You lightly kiss the pad of his finger as you lean your face further into his palm. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Your eyes flick to the boys playing around behind him who are completely distracted with their game. Steve’s amber eyes shimmer as he waits. “Yes Daddy. I want you to go.”

He pulls your lips to his and doesn’t let you go until he hears beeping coming from your wrist. You giggle at him as you graze your nose against his. “Are you ready? You get to hear my mom voice.”

Steve smiles as he leans back out of your way. “Hey! It is now 8pm. Hellfire club must come to a close and all of you beautiful nerds must get the fuck out.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” The grumble as they start to gather their things.

“Can’t be to upset. If I had a hot date like Harrington waiting for me, I’d kick everyone out to.”, Eddie says as he slides on his leather jacket.

“Oh sure. It’s my fault and not because, oh I don’t know, the store closes at eight o’clock!”

You head over to the table they were playing on but before you can get there Steve runs ahead of you grabbing one end while Eddie lifts the other and places it in the back room. You flick off the light, shaking your head.

“Steve! I can lift things.”

“No, I know, baby. You’re strong.”

You narrow your eyes jokingly at his mocking tone. He reaches for your jacket, holding it open so you can slide your arms in. Eddie coughs to get Steve’s attention, holding up his hat.

“Excuse me, Harrington. Can you be a gentleman and help me put this on?”

Steve scrunches his face in annoyance as you laugh. “Eddie, leave him alone. It’s refreshing. I like it.” You beam up at him, resisting all urges to end that sentence with his title. “As a matter of fact, Steve?” You hold your arms up and out of the way. “Can you help me button this?”

Eddie huffs out a chuckle as Steve pushes his arm. “It would be my pleasure.”

You stick out your tongue at the metalhead. “Oh my god. Ok, I’m getting out of here before I throw up. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon when I clock in, Princess.”

“Bye Munson. Be careful on the road with the snow!”

He waves his hand at you as he heads out the door. Steve gets to your last button and playfully shoves your ski cap over your hair, blocking your eyes. You fix it with a smile as you reach for his hand. “Thank you, Daddy.”

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“Anything I should know?” Steve looked over you at your house.

“My brother and father may threaten you at least once but other than that,” you smile at him. “Honestly, if you can handle Robin, you can handle my family.”

He gets out of the car, jogging to your side to open the door for you. “Yeah, but this would be like ten Robins in one room.”

“That sounds kind of sexy actually.”

You both laugh as you walk up the stairs. He watches you with wide eyes as you fumble with a set of keys. “You still have a key to your parent’s house?”

“Yeah, of course. You don’t?” He shakes his head and you exhale a frustrated sigh about his family.

As soon as the door opens, you two are met with the loud chaos of the home. You wave to family members on the sofa watching football as you start removing your winter wear. Out of habit, Steve still holds your jacket as you wiggle out of it. A kid skids into view and tackles your lower body.

“Oh my god.” You lift her up into your arms. “Lily this is Steve. Steve, meet my heavy niece, Lily.” He flashes his charming smile at her and she giggles as she blushes. You carry her towards the kitchen with Steve trailing behind.

“This belongs to someone.” You point at Lily as your sister-in-law laughs, taking her from your grasp. “Hey mama.”

Your mom turns from the pot she’s been focus on, reaching over to embrace you. “Y/N, I’m so glad you’re here. Now where is he? Did you bring him?”

Steve enters the kitchen, extending his hand as he introduces himself. Instead of shaking it, your mom immediately pulls him in for a hug. “We hug in this family, Steve. I’m so happy to meet you.”

He grins down at her as he rolls up his sleeves. “Can I help with anything?”

Your mom looks over at you making a cute, amused face. “Oh, Y/N and he’s polite to! No, baby. I’m good for right now. Marcus may need something though.”

He looks over at you as you mouth the words “My dad.”

You reach for his hand, guiding him towards the back of the house. “You look like her. Your mom, I mean.”

“Thank you.” You turn around and grin at him.

“Can I ask you something?” You hum in approval pausing next to a set of double doors. “Did you ever bring your ex here? This doesn’t—”

“Seem like his scene? Yeah, nope. You’re the first boy I’ve brought home.” Steve grins widely at your confession. You start to turn the knob in front of you but stop glancing back to him. “Um, so my family doesn’t know the real reason Ben and I broke up. If that could stay between us, I’d appreciate that.”

He leans down to kiss your forehead before you finally open the door in front of you that leads into an indoor back patio. An older gentleman quickly got up from his chair, placing his half-finished cigar on to the ashtray.

You wrap your arms around him as he pulls you into a big bear hug. He eyes Steve up and down. “Hello there. I’m Marcus, Y/N’s father.” He extends his hand as Steve reaches out to shake it. He gestures to the other boy at the table. “This is my son Jack. Jackson, get up and say hello!” Your brother rises and shakes Steve’s hand as well.

“Mom said you might need help with something.”

“She lied.”, he laughs. “She knows I need to vet your new boyfriend here.” You glance apologetically at Steve who returns it with a smile and a wink. You start to take a seat but your brother stops.

“No, no. Can’t have you here defending him.”

“There’s nothing to defend.”, you say sarcastically as you glare at him playfully.

He waves his hand at you towards the house. As you start to whine your dad gives you both a stern look. “Stop being mean to your sister. You, go on.”

Steve watches the interaction with utter delight. He was seeing a totally new side of you that, to him, explained more of who you were making you more beautiful. More questions started to build up in his mind but that would have to wait for later. Right now, he needed to show your family that he was worthy of you.

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After Thanksgiving lunch, you helped your mom do the dishes while Steve sat with your dad, brother, and grandparents watching football. One of your uncles was passed out in a chair while your aunts stayed around the dinner table to gossip. Your cousins were strewn out on the floor in different place on their own devices. Your mom poked you with her elbow and gestured toward Steve with her head.

You both watched as your niece waddled over and whispered something to him. He smiled, nodding his head, sitting down on the floor with her as she opened her coloring book and handed him a drawing to color in.

“I like him a lot.”, your mom whispered.

“Me to.”

“You said you guys went to school together? I don’t remember seeing him.” You told her the basics about how popular he was and how you both moved in different social circles. Your brother had already graduated by the time you and Steve became freshman at Hawkins. You mention his family and sigh heavily.

“I know his mother.” You drop the dish in your hand and turn to look at her. “Not personally but Hawkins is a small town and the ladies and I talk. There are rumors about how she doesn’t trust her husband. I hear so much about their marriage; I didn’t even realize they had a son.”

You reach for a towel as you try your hands. “Honestly, I don’t think they do either. I hate the way they treat him. Like he’s a bad investment or something.”

Your mother gently rubs your arm. “Well, he’s always welcome here.”

A few hours go by and most of your family have headed back home. Your niece asked you if she could call your boyfriend uncle Steve which made you giggle. Your brother gave you big hug before they headed to their car. “I like him. Definitely an upgrade from some of the other douchebags you dated.”

You smiled, waving, before running back inside to the warmth. When you looked around, you noticed Steve had disappeared. You mom gestures her head down the hallway. As you go looking for him, you hear his aggravated tone in the guest bedroom.

“I think it’s hilarious that your upset with me but don’t think to call me until five in the afternoon. Let alone before the actual holiday. She invited me to meet her family two weeks ago.”

You stand outside the door and listen in.

“No. No! Dad, I can’t do this right now… I’ll ask her but I’m not just leaving… Because that’s what couples do! Plus, I’m not just leaving her here and leaving her family after they’ve been so good to me today.” There’s a long pause before he huffs and you hear heavy footsteps as the he swings the open, coming face to face with you.

“You know, it’s not polite to eavesdrop, little one.” His shoulders visibly deflate as he meets your sympathetic eyes. “My, uh, dad says happy Thanksgiving.”

“What else did he say?”

“He said that him and my mom ordered catering. That dinner would be at seven if I wanted to come…alone.”

“You should go.” His eyebrows furrow in your direction. “Steve, we’ve been here all day. It’s fine. My parents will understand. I understand.”

“Baby girl, what did I say to you when you asked me if I was doing anything with them before inviting me here?” He pulled you closer to him wrapping his arms around your waist. “What did I say?”

“Even if your parents were doing something, you wouldn’t go without me.” He affirms your answer with a nod. “But Steve, I’m telling you it’s ok.”

“And I’m telling you it’s not.” His tone vaguely dipped into that authoritative territory that made your knees weak.

Your eyes suddenly lit up as you looked up at him. “Let me show you something.” You unhook his hands from around you and tug him down the hallway before opening another door, pulling him in.

“Since I invaded your childhood bedroom…”

Steve smiles as he looks around your room. His soft eyes glide along your John Hughes movie posters as he points at “The Breakfast Club” one across from your bed. “I’ve actually seen this movie.”

“Oooo… Look at you, Steve Harrington.”, you say sarcastically, grinning over at him. “I was in love with John Bender.” You see that cute, confused expression cross his face before you move towards him and point to Judd Nelson in the back with his leather glove and jean jacket.

“I was more this guy.”, Steve points to Emilio Estevez in his letterman jacket. He gestures towards Ally Sheedy. “You were her, I bet.”

You bite your bottom lip, trying to keep your grin from growing. “I was. You know those two got together in the end?”

Steve fingers reach out to caress your cheek as he continues moving around your room. An excited noise escapes his lips as he reaches for a picture frame on your dresser. “Please, PLEASE, tell me that this is you AND Robin.” He shows you the photo of you next to Robin during a pep rally. She has on all of her band gear, holding her instrument high in the air. Your arm is wrapped around her as you mimic her with your other arm. You were wearing black jeans with the Hellfire shirt he has seen Eddie in many times. Your hair was much longer than it is now as your bangs at the time hung in front of your face. A spike studded belt wrapped around with waist as you adorned green neon wrist bands with matching shoes.

He exhaled shakily as he stared down at high school you. “That would indeed be me and Robin.” Your eyes scanned his face, unable to read his expression. “Ok, I get it. I looked like a dork.” You giggled as you tried to take the frame but he immediately pulled it out of your reach.

“Are you kidding me? You were so gorgeous. God, I wish I hadn’t been so stupid back then.” Steve’s smiling face meets yours. “I mean there are some things I’m glad are different. These bangs are blocking those beautiful eyes.”

You blush, trying to hide your cheeks. “Do you want to see more?” Steve followed you down to the floor as you reached into a bookshelf, pulling out a photo album. You passed it to him but before he could open it, he felt you gently push headphones over his ears. Smiling, you put on your own set and pushed play on the stereo. You positioned your body so you were flat on your stomach and he followed your lead as the music began to play.

“Moving forwards, using all my breath Making love to you was never second best I saw the world thrashing all around your face Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace”

A soft grin remained on his face as he looked through your photos. Occasionally he would pause at a high school photo of you and you would watch his expression as he seemed to time travel to the moment. Where was he at that time? What was he doing while you here? You couldn’t help but wonder how different things would have been…

“I'll stop the world and melt with you You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time There's nothing you and I won't do I'll stop the world and melt with you”

You envisioned an alternate reality where Steve was behind the camera taking that picture of you with the Hellfire gang. He’s the one pushing that prom corsage on your wrist. His arms are wrapped around you as you pose with your friends at graduation.

“Dream of better lives the kind which never hate (You should see why) Trapped in the state of imaginary grace (You should know better)”

Steve closed the album as he pulled off the headphones and you followed suit.

“Thank you.”, his voice came out soft and low. “Thank you for…everything.”

You rolled on to your back, scooting closer to him as he lifted his arm and placed it across your chest. He craned his neck to kiss your lips as you reached up to hold him closer to you. As your tongue invaded him mouth you heard your mom call your name. You whined as you cleared your throat.

“Yes?!”

“Hey! Don’t just ‘yes’ your mother! Get your butt out here!” You and Steve laugh at your dad’s comment. He rises to his feet and reaches for you to help you up. You both hear him continue to grumble as you head down the hall towards the kitchen. “I swear, honey. They grow up but nothing changes.”

“Ay ok! I’m here! Yes, mommy?” You turn towards her giving her a big cheesy smile making Steve roll his eyes as he chuckles.

Your dad comes up behind him patting him on the back. “You see that, son? She gets that from her mother. Don’t let that smile fool you!” You stick your tongue out at your dad but you immediately pull it back in when you glance at Steve and see that look in his eyes. He raises his eyebrows as if to remind you to be respectful before delivering you that Harrington wink you have come to know and love.

Your dad sighs letting go the stress of the day which in turn makes your mother laugh. She gestures towards Steve as she starts putting containers in a bag for you both. “Get ready, sweetheart. Here comes big, tough man.”

Marcus makes a face at her before turning to face him. “This is what happens when you’ve been married for so long. Any face or sound you make; they can read it without you saying anything.”

“I love you to, baby.” Your parents smile at each other.

“Now Steve… do you prefer Steve or Steven?”

“He likes Steve, dad.”

Your dad flashes you a playful shocked expression. “I wasn’t askin’ you.” He turns back to Steve and the boy nods affirming your answer.

“Alright, Steve. I’m going to tell you up front. I like you and so does the family. You seem like a good man unlike your father.” Steve eyes widen in surprise. “It’s a small town. Everyone knows Bill Harrington.” Your father turns to face you. “I’ve heard some things about Bill and you, young lady.”

“Pfft. I didn’t do anything to the man.”

“Ok, you do know I’m your father, correct? Known you since birth?”

Your mom chuckles beside you. “Now, THAT she gets from you. Didn’t you get in trouble with Hopper for hitting Kevin Berman?”

“That man was spreading rumors about my child. I regret nothing.” Steve’s eyes shifted towards you and he took note how that name made you quiet. “If I can finish talking to this gentleman here!?” You and your mother giggle at his joking tone. “Steve, we like you and I trust you with my daughter but I swear to the good lord above if you ever hurt her, I will kill you.”

“Yes sir. All though, just so you know, apparently Robin has first dibs on that so you may have to get in line behind her.” Your dad smiles as he nods, shaking Steve’s hand again.

“I love her. Tough as nails that girl is.”

Your mom places a bag on the counter which Steve grabs before you can, carrying it towards the front door. You hug your parents as you both start getting ready to leave.

“Steve, honey, you are welcome here anytime.” She reaches for his face and kisses his cheek.

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“Ok, I have some questions.” Steve strides towards where you were sitting in front of his fireplace, handing you glass of whiskey before throwing himself on the ground beside you. You offer him some of the blanket wrapped around you but he declines. “Berman? Why does that name sound familiar?”

“Probably because you punched the shit out of his son.”

He nods as he comes to the realization. “Kevin and Rachel Berman.”

“Yeah, all though it’s news to me his dad is gossiping. My parents didn’t mention Ben or anything about what happened. I imagine though it adds to the growing hatred your dad has for me.” You glance at him and then back to your glass before you speak. “My mom said she knows yours. Well, not KNOWS. Apparently, your mom is a town gossip as well when it comes to her relationship with your father.”

He takes a swig from his own glass. “Sounds about right. She’s never trusted him but she’s afraid to leave him. The money is too alluring.”

You place the glass you were holding on the coffee table and lay on your back looking up at him. He reaches for his pillow on his couch and places it under your head. “Why didn’t you tell them what happened with Ben?”

Your chuckle comes out more like a sigh. “You just spent time with my dad and brother. They would have killed him.” Steve makes an odd face before taking another sip from his drink. “Ew. What was that?” You point at him, laughing at bit harder.

He smiles down at you as fingers drift over to trace your cheek. “Why did you lie right now?” “I didn’t lie.”

“Maybe not entirely but I can tell when you’re hiding something.”

You roll your eyes, huffing through your nose. His fingers grip your cheeks turning you to face him. You try to grab his wrist but his other hand comes to hold it to your side. You don’t even bother lifting your other arm. He’s too strong. He doesn’t say anything but his eyes are burning into your own.

“I was embarrassed.” Steve releases his hold on you face as he waits for you to continue. “I’m not the best at choosing relationships. Either they suck because they are unbearably boring or they suck because they are assholes. When I first met Ben, he wasn’t either. We had fun, he was good in bed…kinda—”

“Yeah, we aren’t going to gloss over that.”, he laughs and you again roll your eyes. His sudden rough tone startles you. “Hey! Stop. Doing. That.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” He bends down to place a kiss on your lips. “It all ties in together I promise. He was good guy at first but the longer we were together… Ben stopped spending time with me and when he did it was at those preppy parties. After a few months, I tried to explain to him what I liked sexually and he just,” you sigh as a growl comes up from your throat. “Fuck, whatever, he made me feel bad. He said it was weird. After that the back handed comments followed about my job, my weight, my friends.”

It was Steve’s turn to growl. You shrug, meeting his eyes. “I was embarrassed. Did I miss something in the beginning? Why did I stay for so long? I should have known better…”

“Baby…”

“How do I go to my family and say ‘Yeah so remember that really wonderful guy I told you I was dating? Well, he told me I was trash and then smacked me in the street outside of his house where his new thin much younger girlfriend was waiting.’”

“I know I just met these people but the impression I got was that they love and care about you. No judgement or conditions. If anything, they would judge him for being a dick.”

“Yeah…look, you asked me a question and I answered it. Do you have anymore?” You sat up, pulling your knees under your chin as you stared into the fire.

Steve’s voice carried from behind you. “You know what I’m going to say right?” You didn’t answer but he noticed your posture stiffen. “After everything I’m even more curious now. Where did your hatred of ‘Little Girl’ come from? When you sassed your dad, I kept expecting him to say it. Sounds like Ben never said it.”

“Does it matter?”, you snap at him. There’s a part of you that regrets the words as soon as they leave your mouth but you know where Steve is going with this. He’s trying to distract you from your pain and stubbornness but does he have to do it this way?

“It does because I asked. When I ask a question, you know I expect an answer.”

Abruptly you feel yourself being pulled back flat on the floor by your arm. Steve’s eyes are angry but his tone comes out soft. “Color?”

A small smile stretches across your lips at his question. When you two had discussed safe words, you had mentioned the color system. You guys hadn’t really done anything aggressive yet he wanted to check in to make sure you were okay especially after everything you had just told him.

“Green.”

“Answer me.” Steve watches as your jaw tightens. “You know what, that’s fine. Don’t tell me, Little Girl.” It never ceases to amaze him how quick your eyes fill with fury at the name. “No, no. You wanted to play this game. That’s fine. You don’t have to answer me but you insist on acting like a little girl, that’s what I’m going to call you until you tell me.”

Your fists ball up at your sides as you pout your lips and roll your eyes. Steve’s big hand grabs your cheeks, holding them tighter than before. “I said stop doing that, little girl.”

Your hands reach out to hit against his chest. He grabs both your wrists, pinning them above your head. His fingers reach down to unbutton your pants and pull your jeans down your legs. You jump when he turns your waist towards him and his palm comes down hard against your ass. Steve looks up at you calmly as if he’s waiting for you next move.

You glare up at the ceiling and he spanks you again. “God, I love watching those wheels turn in your head.” He chuckles as he reaches for the waistband of your panties, pulling them off and exposing your soft skin. You try and fight against him as he pries open your legs. Steve grabs both your knees, twisting you towards him, holding them down with his arm as he spanks you again.

He pushes your legs open and runs his long fingers through your glistening folds. “For someone who’s angry, you seem to be really enjoying yourself, Little Girl.” At the name, you try to close your thighs on his hand and this time he doesn’t try and stop you. When his eyes meet yours, your stomach does little flip flops as you exhale. He doesn’t even need to say anything.

“I’m sorry.” You open your legs as his hand comes down roughly between them.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Steve licks the taste of you from his fingers. “You know what, Little Girl. I think you are enjoying this too much.” He releases his hold on you, sitting up to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants with his boxers. Beckoning you over to him, you get up on your hands and knees, crawling closer to him.

You take his cock in your hands, wrapping your lips around him. Steve grabs your hair and forcefully pushes your head further down. He moans as you gag feeling him hit the back of your throat. While you’re sucking him, he randomly pushes your head further down causing trails of spit to drool from your mouth.

He tugs your hair, bringing you up to face him. Steve sees that defiant look still glowing in your eyes but he asks anyway. “Are you ready to tell me, Little Girl?”

He laughs at you as you shake your head, shoving you back on to his cock. “I know you’re being a fucking brat but damn do you look so fucking beautiful like this. Taking my dick in your mouth like a good girl. But you’re not a good girl, are you? Good girls answer questions when they are asked.” He stops moving when he feels your tiny hand tap his arm, pulling you back to meet his eyes that are now filled with concern.

“No, no Daddy. Green. Green.” You pant as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “I want to be a good girl.” You pause for a minute, leaning back on your calves. “I don’t know if Robin ever told you but we got bullied from time to time especially me. One boy in particular was upset that I kept telling him no when he asked me out. He would make fun of me and when I got upset, he would call me that.” Your gaze shifted to the floor.

“He was on the basketball team. Ryan—”

“Grimes.” Steve finishes your sentence as he throws his head back, closing his eyes. He remembered Ryan. Ryan was a complete jackass who would constantly talk about girls he was going on dates with or girls he hit on.

“I swear guys. This fucking disgusting fat nerd keeps asking me out and I’m like ‘Listen, little girl. No means no so stop asking! I’m never going to say yes.”

The guys on the team had laughed…including Steve. When his eyes met yours again, he knew you knew. That’s why you didn’t want to tell him.

Your hands fly out, bringing his lips to yours as you climb on top of him. You lift his shirt over his head as he falls to the floor on his back. Reaching between you, you take his cock in your hands.

“Can I?” Steve doesn’t answer, instead grabbing your face to bring your neck down to his mouth as he tenderly sucks at the flesh making you groan in pleasure. Your shirt falls in his face and quickly removes off your body. “Please, Daddy. Please. I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Yeah, baby. Please.”

You both moan as you slide him into your entrance. His palm suddenly comes down to smack your ass and you take that as your cue as you start bouncing on top of him. You lean your upper body closer to his and Steve takes the opportunity to crane his neck, bringing your nipple into his mouth.

The feeling of his tongue twirling around the erect bud causes your pussy to tighten around him. Steve groans as his large hands push against your ass, guiding you to move faster.

His head falls back down to the floor as he looks up at you with both lust and admiration.

“You are so beautiful. I love you so much, Baby Girl. You’re such a good girl. You’re my good girl.” Steve continued whispering praises up at you, begging you to cum for him. When he saw that look in your eyes, he sat up, bringing his lips to your neck as you buried your face in his shoulder, grinding on him until the coil snapped and your body trembled against his.

Steve quickly positioned your legs around his waist as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you to him as his thrust up into you chasing his own release. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently trailing kisses along his neck and shoulders. He grunted in your ear as you felt his hands grip your waist, holding you steady as he came.

You pulled his head back placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I’m sorry.” Your eyebrows furrowed, totally taken aback. “I’ll never call you that again. I shouldn’t have anyway. You don’t call me Steven.”

“Steve, I don’t call you Steven because for you its more than just angering for you. Your family doesn’t care. People seem to only call you that to piss you off. I don’t want to do that. I like, in moments like this, getting a rise out of you,” you giggle as he smiles. “But I don’t want to hurt you. Yeah, being called ‘little girl’ upsets me but… not the same way Steven upsets you.”

He reaches up to brush your hair behind you ear. “I just didn’t want to see that look in your eyes again when I tell you where that hatred came from.” Steve’s hands gently lift you off him and back down to the carpet, your head resting on the pillow. “I don’t know if this helps but my brother beat Rick up his junior year.”

“Grimes! Where have you been?!”

Rick wipes the blood from under his nose. “Sorry, Coach.” “Dude are you alright?”, Steve pats him on the back.

“I’m fine! Fuck man. Just back off!”

Steve smiled down at you as he continued tracing his fingers along your body. He wanted to do something nice for you. Something that really showed you how much he loved you. As your eyes slowly drifted closed, he stared up into the void, making plans of his own.

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jobean12-blog · 3 years

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I was asked out by someone I've known for 3+ years but it never came to fruition because the past few weeks he's been ghosting me. Today he posted something about his new girlfriend and it really broke my heart and left me feeling inadequate, because I always just seem to be an option to people. Could you please write something about Bucky comforting the reader over a situation like this? It's totally cool if not❤

You're the One

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 826

Summary: You're having a rough night, guys suck...except for one.

Author's Note: Hi my sweet Sheila! I'm so so very sorry this happened love. I do hope this little story helps and brings you a smile. You deserve all the love and smiles forever. This guys is...as Bucky would say, "an asshole!" He's not good enough for you! Sending love and hugs! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my love @firefly-graphics

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, light angst, happy ending :)

Bucky walks into the common room and his eyes immediately scan the area for you. When he can’t find you, his shoulders slump and he heaves out a sigh.

“She said she wasn’t comin’ Buck,” Steve says as he slaps Bucky on the back.

“What? Who?” Bucky says, acting confused.

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up and he pins Bucky with a knowing look.

“Come on pal, I know you were looking for her,” Steve says.

“I wasn’t looking for anyone. Just the pizza. No one got food. I’m starving!” Bucky huffs.

“The pizza is on its way,” Sam says when he slides up next to Bucky and Steve. “He’s pretending he’s mad about the pizza?”

Steve nods in answer to Sam’s question and Bucky swings his head around.

“What the hell!? I am mad about the pizza,” Bucky shouts.

“I stopped by her room before and she said she wasn’t feeling like hanging out,” Steve starts. “She didn’t tell me why.”

Bucky crosses his arms over his chest and drops his head.

“I’ll be right back,” he mutters before stomping off.

“Think they’ll ever get out of their own way and make it happen?” Sam asks Steve as they watch Bucky walk away.

“I sure hope so,” Steve says. “He’s a punk.”

Bucky knocks lightly on your door and waits, his foot quietly tapping against the floor.

“Who is it?” you call out.

“It’s me doll. Just came to check on you,” Bucky answers.

You open the door and motion for him to come in.

“Hey Buck. Sorry I’m not feeling up to game night.”

“It’s ok doll face. Are you alright?”

With a plop you sit down on the couch and grab a pillow, burying your face in it before talking.

“I hate boys,” you mumble.

Bucky sits next to you and carefully pulls the pillow from your hands.

“You hate boys?” he asks for clarification.

“Yep,” you reply, making a disgruntled face.

“All boys?” he asks with a smirk.

“Well, not all of them…,” you wink.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asks as he sits back and gets comfortable.

You stretch your feet out and lay them over his lap. He rests his hands on your legs and draws light circles over your thighs.

“It’s just…why are guys so, so…AWFUL!” you sigh.

Bucky slides his hand up your leg and closes his fingers around yours.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “Want me to beat him up?”

That makes you giggle and he instantly smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I just might,” you tell him, still smiling. But then the smile fades and you drop your eyes.

“He asked me out. I thought he liked me and then nothing for weeks. I reached out a couple of times but he basically ghosted me. Then this morning I’m on my Instagram and I see him post a picture with his NEW GIRLFRIEND!!!”

You sit up and shout the last part then collapse back into the couch cushions.

“I don’t understand what happened,” you whisper, your bottom lip trembling. “What did I do?”

“You?” Bucky blurts out. “Nothing. Nothing at all. You’re perfect. Clearly, this guy is a total asshole. What guy has a chance with a gal like you and then throws it away? I mean he’s definitely an asshole.”

You watch Bucky as he gets more and more animated and agitated, his face turning red with his growing irritation. You can’t stop your mouth from spreading into a small smile and when he brings his gaze back to you he chuckles.

“What? I speak the truth!” he states.

“Thank you Buck,” you whisper and lean over to hug him.

He takes you in his arms and squeezes you to his chest.

“I mean it though. He really must be a d bag if he gave you up,” he whispers into your hair.

“Yea well, I guess someone better came along and he jumped right on it,” you scoff.

“There is no one better,” Bucky murmurs and slides his metal fingers under your chin.

He lifts your eyes to his before they drop to your lips.

“You’re the best Buck, thank you. I wish all guys were like you…honestly even just one that I could find and then I don’t have to go through this anymore.”

“Why not me?”

Your eyes widen at his words and you audibly swallow.

“What do you mean?” you ask softly, licking your lips as he leans in closer.

“Why can’t I be the one?” he asks before brushing his thumb across your cheek.

You nod, unable to speak when his nose lightly bumps yours and his warm lips press to the corner of your mouth.

“Is that a yes?” he murmurs, kissing the other side of your mouth.

“Yes,” you breathe out, closing your eyes. “Just kiss me already.”

You can feel his smile before the soft press of his lips, the kiss stealing the air from your lungs.

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istorkyou · 2 years

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When We Were Wild (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader.

Warning - Mentions of sex toys. Childhood neglect. Mentions of drug use. Violence.

Synopsis - Best friends until....

Note - Everything in italics is a flashback.

Word count - 3669

As always, massive love to @punkrocknpearls for talking me through this, the amazing beta (pretty sure she got the characters better than I did!) and for the fabulous moodboard above. You da BEST!

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CHAPTER 1

“No. Nope. No way.”

Ivar grabs you by the shoulder and pulls you onto your back and you get a look at his stern face. Eyebrows raised and nostrils flaring.

“Get. The. Fuck. Up.”

You roll back onto your side, away from him, eyes back on the TV. “Just leave me alone.”

“No. Get up. It’s been a month. Get the fuck off this sofa now. I am not playing with you. If I have to, I am going to drag you out of this house in what you are wearing, and those little ass grazer shorts aren’t going to keep you warm. Get the hell up. I am not spending another weekend sitting on this sofa with you. Up. NOW, SHITBALL!”

He means it and he isn’t to be fucked with when he is in this type of headspace. He has come to the end of his patience with you, you know it. Frankly it’s a miracle he’s lasted this long. You throw the blanket off you petulantly. “You don’t have to be here!”

“Where the fuck else am I going to be? You know I hate everyone but you.”

“Lucky me.” You roll your eyes and pull yourself to standing. “Look. I’m up. Fucking happy now?” You glare at him with your hands on your hips.

“Happy is an overstatement. I’m mildly less annoyed at you now you’ve got your arse moving but do me a favour and get in the shitting shower,you are gross. Christ, Shitball, buck the fuck up! Get ready. We are getting out of this house.”

“Sorry my heartbreak offends you so much, dickhead.” You walk off into your bathroom. “Remember when the F witch broke your heart? I was much nicer to you then than you are to me.” You turn on the hot water and start to get undressed.

“You what?!” he chokes out through the closed bathroom door. “After a week you walked into my house, dumped a bucket of cold water over my head and made me take you out for a McDonald’s.” He looks at you incredulously. “and I dated her for four times as long as you dated Tom. The fucking prick.” He adds the last bit under his breath.

“I heard that!”

“Just get in the shower and do something about your hair. It’s an absolute state.”

You get in the shower and smile a little. As much as you both talk to the other like you hate each other you don’t. You’ve been friends since you were seven years old and you moved into his district, ending up in the same school.

He was always sitting alone watching his brothers play football in the school yard so you sat with him one day.

“Go away,” were the first words he ever spoke to you and yours back to him were “piss off, Shitball” which shocked him and made him laugh. You solidified your friendship when you told him that you thought his leg braces look like “shitting cool robot legs” and he said you could hang around him because you had no other friends and no one else would put up with your swearing. You knew he didn’t have any friends either, all the other kids seemed scared of him, but you could see the sadness underneath the anger and you were drawn to him. You have been best friends since that day and he’s called you Shitball ever since.

You realise you can’t hear him shouting through the bathroom door at you, like he usually does and you know what he’s doing.

“Ivar! You better not be in my wardrobe again! Stay out of the shitting shoe boxes!” You hurry out of the shower, wrap a towel around you and wrench the door open, finding him standing with the shoe box in his hands, lid off, mouth hanging open in a shocked, wide eyed surprise.

“How many times?” you exclaim, holding out your hand. “Stay out of my wardrobe. I can pick out my own clothes…” You stomp towards him and try to grab the box off him.

“How many vaginas do you have?! You’ve got four, five, six, seven fucking vibrators here,” he counts and looks at you and laughs. “What the fuck is this?” He holds up a rose shaped toy turning in his hand.

“That’s the Soul Sucker 3000 my friend. Next time you get a girlfriend, buy her this. She will thank you for it!” You grab it out of his hand, shove it back in the box and take the box out of his hands.

“No way, I prefer to give people orgasms manually,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.

“You’ve used a vibrator with a girlfriend though? That rose thing gets me off in around ten seconds.”

His head whips to look at your face. “Shut the fuck up.”

You just give him a shrug, “if I’m on my own, maybe thirty if it’s in someone else’s hands.”

“It’s not that I’m against them. It’s just that no one I’ve been with has ever asked me to use toys on them.”

“Oh well. Maybe the next one will. Anyway, enough sex talk. Where the fuck are you dragging me?”

He gives you a look of pure amusement. “Farmers market.”

Your shoulders drop and you give him a withering look. “You thought a good way to get me out of this funk is to take me to the bloody farmers market? You just want to see that woman who makes those soaps again. Get the fuck out, Ivar.” You point to the door and head back to the sofa. “Get one of your brothers to wingman you.”

He throws a bunch of clothes at you, ignoring you completely. “We are leaving in two minutes. Get dressed.”

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Aged 8

Ivar is sitting in the lunch room holding the usual spot for you. Not that anyone else wants to sit by him, his scowling face and stinking attitude scares them off.

Lunch time is torture for you at the moment.

He catches your eye and you walk over to him, sitting opposite him and watch him open his lovingly packed lunch box from his mother.

“Did you watch Pokémon last night? It was a new one! It was so cool wasn’t it?” He unwraps his sandwich and takes a bite.

You don’t take your eyes off his food. “I didn’t see it.”

“Why not?! How did you miss it? It was epic.” He bites again and you just watch him.

“Where’s your lunch?”

“Forgot it at home.” It’s the first time you’ve lied to him and you go red at your deceit.

He throws a sandwich at you and carries on talking a mile a minute about the new episode that you missed.

You use the same lunch excuse all week until, on Friday, Ivar brings out two packed lunches and hands one to you. “Your dad isn’t making you lunch is he? And you’ve had on the same dirty jumper all week. Don't lie to me again, OK?”

Your mouth twists to the side and you bite your lip and you nod.

“I told mother you don’t have lunch so she said she’s going to pack you one everyday so you don’t have to worry. Do you want to come back to my house after school? Mother said she will drop you home later.”

The thought of spending more time with your friend is the only thing that’s made you smile in weeks. The prospect of a warm house, more food and a working TV is just an added bonus.

You smile at him and nod excitedly. “Yes please. Can I see your Pokémon card collection?”

“Obviously, silly little Shitball!”

You have never seen anything like their house. It’s a mansion from the movies. All the lights are on, it’s clean, it smells like food and flowers and it’s noisy. It’s what a home should look like. You’ve lived in many places in your eight years but nothing like this. All the beds have sheets and pillow cases.

“Ivar, you never said you’re posh and rich,” you whisper as you look around, eyes like saucers.

“I’m not. Am I?”

As you look around the kitchen, seeing the fruit in the bowl, fruit you’ve never even tried, the size of the fridge, you can’t believe people live like this.

“Dear, come with me for a minute.” Aslaug leads you into a bedroom. “I’m going to wash your uniform, if that’s OK? I’ve laid out some clothes for you to change into and I will get these clean and dry before I take you home, OK?” She is kneeling down so she is at your level. “Is everything good at home?”

“The hot water isn’t working, and the TV is broken, but it’s OK. My dad’s a bit rubbish with house stuff and I don’t have a mum anymore. She died.”

Aslaugs eyes get wider. “I am sorry, so very sorry to hear that my dear.” She tucks some hair behind your ear. “What does your father do?”

You look at her suspiciously; you have been asked by many people you don't know well about your father and you don’t trust anyone anymore.

“I forget.”

Aslaug looks at your face for a long time. “My dear, you can trust me, I am not anyone you need to fear, I am just Ivar’s mother. I am only interested in helping you, if you need it.”

You look at the floor. “He sleeps a lot, my father. He says it’s the medicine he takes in his arm. I know it��s not medicine. I’m not an idiot.”

She is looking at you with an expression on her face you don’t recognise. “Ok dear. Thank you for trusting me and telling me about your father. Would you like a hot shower? Cold showers can’t be much fun?”

“Can I?” you ask excitedly. You bet she’s got some fancy shower gel. “I won’t take long. I won’t use all the water.”

You watch as tears form on her waterline and your brow furrows in confusion. You don't know how you have made her sad. “What’s wrong? Sorry if I upset you.”

“Oh you did not upset me my dear,” she replies, wiping her eyes before the tear falls and gives you a big hug. “You have a nice shower and I will put your clothes in to wash. Come to the kitchen after and you and Ivar can have some cookies.”

After your visit to their house things get a little better in your own home. Your father has a bruised face and a broken nose, but your water is on, and you have a new TV that works. You go to Ivar’s house every day after school and have dinner there and Aslaug washes your clothes.

She still sends you a packed lunch every day.

You like her a lot.

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It’s freezing out. You hate the cold, hate it. You especially hate it when you don’t even want to be out in it.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was this cold?” How long do we have to be here for?”

“My god woman, just shut the hell up. You needed the fresh air and the sunlight. Have my scarf.” He chucks it at you and you take it with a grumbled obscenity. “You’re welcome,” he retorts sarcastically.

As you walk through the market on your way to Soap Woman you head to a chilli oil stall.

“I could use this when I make those dumplings you like, what do you reckon?” No answer comes; you look in Ivar’s direction and see him watching Soap Woman.

“Ivar, I swear to all hell if you don’t ask this woman out this time I am going to do it for you like I did to Inga Hansen when we were thirteen and that will not make you look cool at twenty seven. Ask her so I don’t have to come to these middle class wank fests every few weeks with you,” you warn him sternly. “There’s only so much shitting chutney I can buy.”

His eyes are still on her and he rolls his shoulders and clicks his neck as if he is going into the boxing ring.

“Get a grip,” you laugh at him. “Go get her stud.”

You both walk in the direction of her stall but you head right to the fruit stall next to hers.

As you are deciding what fruit to buy you glance over at Ivar to watch him flirt with her. He’s doing well, she is even more rosy cheeked than usual and she’s playing with her hair.

You can’t help but smile. He’s come a long way from the shy teen he once was, petrified he’d be alone forever, unlovable because of his disability, especially after a first disastrous sexual experience after he turned sixteen.

When he turned nineteen he got his first girlfriend and ditched you for almost a whole year. God that was painful for you, losing him from your life for all that time, but you understood, Freydis wanted him all to herself, and he was besotted. You tried to be friends with her, but she wanted no part of it so you took a step back and didn’t take it personally. You were pleased for him, it was nice to see your friend blossom, even if it was from afar. You missed him like hell though. He was broken when they split, and you made sure to be there for him as much as you could and you settled back into each other's lives easily.

It’s not like you didn’t do the same thing when you got a boyfriend, not to the same extent as Ivar, but you definitely saw him less. Your boyfriend at the time didn’t like you being so close with another guy, and that soon translated into him not wanting you to do anything at all without him. You binned him off fairly soon after that.

Lots of time and people have passed since those early days. You both get that when you have a significant other the time you spend together lessens. It just is what it is and neither of you get shitty about it.

You hope Soap Women is an easy girlfriend, one that you can be friends with. That would be great.

You are lost in thoughts when an arm slides over your shoulder. Your first thought is why the fuck is Ivar cuddling you but when you look to the side you see a most unwelcome face.

Tom.

“Hiya sugar. How are you?” He asks you in his smarmy manner, smiling his patronising smile at you. What you ever saw in this sap you will never know.

You take a step away from him so he isn’t touching you anymore.

“Tom.” You give him a false smile and notice the petite woman at his side, her arm looped through his.

Excellent. It’s her. The woman that “captured his heart completely” in his own slimy words. Oh god, you feel like you are going to vomit.

“Sugar, it’s lovely to see you again. This is Hattie, you remember I told you about her?”

“Yes I have vague recollection. Don’t call me sugar. I hated it when we were together and I hate it with the fire of a thousand suns now,” you tell him bluntly, looking him dead in his eye. How dare he be introducing you to the woman he left you for and still calling you your pet name.

“Oh no need to be like that is there? We are all adults here aren’t we?” He looks to Hattie who nods her head obediently.

“Oh hell no,” You hear a shout from behind you, and suddenly Ivar is at your side. “Fuck off, Tom.” Ivar grabs your hand. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Ivar. So good to see you again.” Tom's voice is dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh is it? Shit,” he snarls as he glances at Hattie, “tell me you haven’t just brought your new bitch to talk to her!? You have got to be shitting me!”

“Ivar…” you start, you don't need this scene.

“Nah fuck this! Tom, you can go to fucking hell you lying prick. And you–” He motions towards Hattie with a look of pure disgust on his face. “--did you know he had a girlfriend when you started seeing him?”

Hattie tries to look as dignified as she can then announces loudly, in a high pitched, super sweet voice that has you picturing ripping her larynx out her neck: “Sometimes you just know when you meet the one.” She looks up at Tom with a devoted expression.

You and Ivar look at each other and start laughing hysterically, you laugh until your sides are hurting and tears slip out the sides of your eyes. When you catch your breath you can’t help but look at her with pity.

“You lose them how you get them, sweet pea.” A patronising tone drips the words from your mouth.

“Yeah, good luck with that. And Tom?” Ivar takes a step into Tom's space and whispers something in his ear that makes the colour drain from Tom's face. Ivar pulls away and smooths down Tom's coat lapels. “Understand?” Toms nods quickly, grabs Hattie and scuttles off in the opposite direction.

“What did you say to him?”

“Oh nothing much, just that if he comes near you again, I will punch the shit out of his stupid face so he will have to eat through a straw for 6 months. You know, the usual. Come on, Shitball, let’s get out of here.”

“Violent little shit. Thanks though.” You give him a little nudge of your shoulder. “Any luck with Soap Woman?”

“Boyfriend,” he says with a mocking lilt and rolls his eyes.

“Well this day has been a bust. Still, at least I haven’t got to come with you to any of these things again and freeze my ass off.” You give him a slightly sad look. “You OK?”

He gives you a little dejected shrug that makes you feel sad for him. “I’m OK. Threatening your ex took some of the sting off it!”

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“Get up Lothbrok. Oh I forgot! You can’t! Useless legs, can’t even get himself up. Like a baby.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you!! All of you!” Ivar screams at them from the floor.

All three of their looming faces are laughing at him as he screams in frustration at himself, at them. “Oh yeah, you're going to kill us from down there are you? Like a horrible little snake on the floor aren’t you, Ivar.”

You round the corner of the playground and it takes a few beats for you to register the scene. Your best friend on the floor and three big kids over him, laughing. As you watch the one in the middle lean over Ivar and spit on him you lose it completely.

You run up behind the biggest and grab his head, pulling him onto the floor, quickly getting on top of him. You slam your knee onto his face, pulling his hair, grinding his flesh into the concrete until he is screaming. You stand up, leering over him, stamping your foot onto his chest so he can’t move. Then, with strength you didn’t know you had, you pull your rucksack off your back and start to heave the heavy bag, full of books, over your shoulder and into his face until you hear Ivar behind you.

“Get me up. Get me up!” You look at him and his hand is outstretched to you, his eyes blazing with anger. You run straight to him and pull him up to standing and take your place at his side, facing the bullies.

“I’m up you fuckers, come at me now!!” he is screaming. The other two are rooted to their spots, still looking down at their friend who is sitting up, holding the bloody grazes on his cheek from the concrete.

One of them starts towards Ivar and he is no match for the punch Ivar lands on his face. He stumbles backwards and the third bully runs off to the teachers.

The scene the teachers find must be burned into their brains to this day. Two ten year olds standing over two bloody faces twelve years old, laid out on the floor, your book bag repeatedly flying into their heads and Ivar screaming at them and laughing maniacally “who’s on the floor now, you fucking assholes!”

Both your parents are called.

Only Ivar’s turn up.

You sit next to each other in front of Aslaug, Ragnar, and the headteacher who demands to know what happened. Neither you nor Ivar say a thing, just sitting next to each other is silence.

Ragnar smooths things over as the two of you are sent with Aslaug out to sit in the hall.

He hits your shoulder with his. “Violent little Shitball, aren’t you?”

You can’t help but snort a laugh out of your nose and you see Aslaug smile out of the corner of your eye.

“Thank you.” He looks at you and holds your hand.

“Anytime. You would do the same for me.”

Ragnar comes out of the office and stands in front of you. He’s tall enough that you both have to tip your heads back to look at him.

“So, you beat up boys two years above you?” His voice is harsh and low.

“They pushed him down and spat on him. Spineless and disgusting.” Your face is indignant, you don’t break eye contact with Ragnar even though you feel scared looking at him.

“I see you have my son’s back. You are quite a pair, the two of you, and you kept your mouths shut. Very commendable. Come, I am taking you both out for milkshakes.”

CHAPTER 2

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dr4cking · 3 years

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BIRTHDAY SMUT

Birthday Boy.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | fluff |

a/n : we love spoiling our ferret boy and thank you for requesting! <3

y/n look up at the clock hanging on her bedroom wall. its 12am sharp, confirming the next date has arrived, which means that it's June 5 now.

she was feeling excited and nervous as she finishes wrapping up the present that she will give to one of her best friends, draco malfoy.

they had been best friends for long years, it started in 2nd year and became inseparable since then and now they both are already graduated.

as they grew up they often flirted with each other, always got jealous when the other see another person.

they both knew that they always wanted to be 'more'. the sexual tension between the two is becoming too hard to ignore, but they were too scared to ruin their friendship.

she stood in front of her mirror, taking the last look at herself. she decided to dress up, it was a special day after all.

she wore a dark green satin dress because draco's favorite color is green and paired it up with silver heels. she had decided to put black lingerie underneath her dress incase 'it' happens.

she had asked her parents to let her stay in malfoy manor today so she can celebrate draco's birthday. and because their parents know each other too, they let her stay there.

she swishes her wand and in a second she was apparated to malfoy manor hall, it was really dark but she still managed to found his bedroom, she knocks softly on his door not wanting to wake his parents.

the door opened, revealing the blonde-haired guy who stood straightly with a genuine smile on his face.

draco is wearing his usual black suit which always making him look hotter than he already is.

she feels her heart will going to jump out of its place at any second when she cant take her eyes off of him.

"you came," he said as he greeted and taking her hand in his guiding her in. they both sit at the edge of his bed.

"of course, i wouldnt miss my best friend's birthday, making sure i was the first celebrating your birthday." she laughed softly making draco chuckle.

"you look so beautiful in that dress, love. green really suits you.”

draco once again take her hand in his and brought it to his lips and kiss it, making her cheeks heated at his action and the nickname he just called her.

"here, happy birthday draco." she placed the gift in his hand.

his eyes lit up and he immediately opens it, making y/n getting more nervous waiting for his reaction.

"oh merlin! this is so cool y/n!! i love it so much!"

he took out the black ring that had a snake symbol carved in it from its place and put it on his ring finger, taking a look and admiring it.

"i’m so glad you like it, draco! i wasnt sure what to get you then i remembered you've been looking at this ring when we passed the store last week"

"thank you so much y/n!! you dont have to do this i appreciate it so much, you're the best thing that ever happened to me, love."

he pulls her by her waist and kisses her forehead, thanking her.

no one has ever treated him like the way she does and he's so grateful to have someone like her in his life.

"aww stop it draco or i will cry in front of you now" she laughs, nudging his elbow making him laughs too but he suddenly stopped and looking at his lap.

"whats wrong, dray? are you okay? did i do something wrong?" she asks worriedly tilting his chin making him looking up at her.

"i'm afraid that i have to say this, y/n..” he takes a big sigh looking into her eyes.

“what is it? tell me i wont judge, draco”

“i- i think i’m in love with you, y/n. no! i know that i am in love with you, i have always been."

he inhales deeply and broke the eye contact, looking anywhere but her eyes, knowing his sudden confession would make him lost her this instant.

"draco, look at me" y/n said as she tilts his chin again making him look at her.

"oh god.. i’m sorry y/n i shouldnt have said that! i was just- its just i- i cant hold it anymore y/n. i need to get this out of my chest and now look, i just ruined us"

"oh draco.. you're not ruining anything, quite the opposite actually, you just made the right move, i'm in love with you too, idiot, always have been."

she chuckles and cupped his face in her hands, pressing both of their foreheads, looking at each other causing a shy smile to appear back on his face.

he tilted his head and wasting no time to smashed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately, showing her how much he loves her which she gladly returned with the same passion.

he put one of his hands on her throat and the other on her waist pulling her closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged softly on his hair making him moan into the kisses.

as the kiss turning into a full makeout, he lays her down to his bed, resting both of his hands on the side of her head still kissing her hungrily.

his suit already thrown out on the floor and her heels too. she snapped back to reality and realizing what is gonna happen then flipping their position over and now she is on top of him straddling him.

"let me do all the work draco, today is all about you, wanna make this special and a night to remember, let me make you feel good, love."

she slowly grinding against him after earning eager nods from him, both of them let out a moan at the feeling.

then she gets down and started to unbuckle his belt, kissing his growing tent and palming him through his trousers causing him to squirmed under her touch.

getting excited she pulls his trousers and boxers down, throwing them somewhere as draco's hard swollen cock sprang free and standing tall in front of her, begging for attention.

she moans at the pretty sight, licking her lips, craving to feel him. she runs her fingers around him and placing soft kisses on his inner thighs before going up to the part he needed the most.

draco let out a throaty groan when y/n finally take his hard cock in her hands pumping him, his body jolted out as he feels y/n kitten lick his tip, his hand founding its way to her hair.

she looks up to him with innocent eyes who already watching her movements, she smiles and took his balls in her mouth making draco instantly moan her name, his other hand gripped on the sheets.

then she pulls out to rest her jaw and lick a straight line on his cock from the base to the tip then going all in, his cock feels so heavy and full in her mouth, draco is already a moaning mess.

"fuck y/n- feels so g-good.." her name repeatedly left his lips like a prayer as he keeps moaning her.

she bobbed her head up and down at a steady pace, hollowing her cheeks and pulling draco deeper each time she suck him.

"yes y/n, just like that, fuck.. feels so fucking good"

she swirls her tongue around his length, sucking on his tip and taking him back inside her mouth again, her hand pumping the rest of his cock that she couldnt fit in her mouth at the same pace making sure that part got pleasures too.

he bucked his hips accidentally making her gagged and choked out, saliva dripping off her mouth and eyes watering.

"shit i’m sorry y/n!" he said as he watches her struggling.

"do that again, draco."

y/n replied as she took him back inside her mouth, and hand still stroking his cock. draco groaned and buck his hips again, making her gagged and moaning at the same time, the vibration sending him near to his high.

she noticed his cock twitched in her mouth and begin to suck faster and deeper, her hand move to his balls and massaging them helping him reach his high.

he let out a low scream of her name as he shots his warm liquids down to her throat, his legs are shaking. y/n moaned and pulls him out showing draco that she swallowed all of his cum. he smirked and mutters a 'good girl' to her.

"how was it, draco?" she asks him smirking as she slowly sat up and straddling him again.

"fuck.. you have no idea y/n.. that was amazing, the best i ever had" he replied as he still catching his breath.

she smiles at him and takes off her dress slowly showing draco her black lingerie. his pupils widened at the view in front of him.

"god y/n.. you are insanely gorgeous, you look so hot in this lingerie, darling. are you preparing all of this for me? planning all of this cause you know this is going to happen, yeah?"

his hands are now roaming around her body, admiring her in every way he could. she blushes and nodded, taking her lingerie off of her showing draco her full body making him embarrassingly moaned at the view.

she starts grinding her now bare cunt on his still hard cock, earning a soft whimper from the boy under her. his hands instantly gripped her hips helping her grinding faster, her wetness now coating his cock.

"now enjoy the ride, mr. malfoy" she said as she lifts her body and pumps his cock lining his tip against her lubricating it with her juices making both of them groaning at the sensation.

she sunk down on his cock, filling her up in a perfect way. its like their bodies fit together and were made for each other.

they’re moaning each other as draco is fully inside her. she paused and take a few seconds to adjust to his size.

"mhm.. fuck- you're so big draco.. fill me up so good inside"

she starts bouncing up and down, resting her hands on draco's chest as she picks up her pace, throwing her head back and screwing her eyes shut in pleasure.

"you're so tight y/n, wrapping my cock so tight, taking me so well" draco praises between his moans, his hands gripped harder on her hips helping her bouncing faster.

"do you like how i ride you, dray?" she leaned into his ear, blowing her hot breath and biting his earlobe making him shuddered.

"y- yes mommy" draco's breath hitched as y/n suddenly going faster, her walls now hugging his cock very tight.

she let out a groan hearing draco called her 'mommy'.

placing her lips on his jawline, licking it then going down to his neck, sucking hard as she found his sweet spot causing draco to moan his raspy voice into her ear, turning her even more.

y/n starts to give him her lovebites and marking him as hers sending butterflies to his stomach.

she put her hand on his throat, choking him lightly while her other hand toying with his nipple, making draco whine. pulling her closer to him and captured her lips on his to muffle his moans.

she broke the kiss and screaming his name out loud as his cock nearly brushing her cervix and hitting her g-spot.

"shit.. you feel so good inside me dray"

she rolled her hips faster on his cock, her tits bouncing up and down in front of him and he caught her nipple in his mouth and buried his face on her breasts, enjoying the warmness.

"ah- you feel so good too, fuck- never felt this good mommy"

his breath got stuck and he feels his cock twitched inside her indicating both of them that he was close, y/n seems close too as she bites her lips feeling the coil in her stomach tightened.

"cum for mommy, baby boy"

y/n rolls her hips and bouncing faster, tightening her grip on his throat.

and that was it for draco, he moans her name out loud not caring if someone might hear as he spilled his cum inside, filling her to the brim, ropes of his warm cum shooting inside her.

y/n cant help but cum all over his cock at the feeling of his cum shooting inside her nonstop, her walls clenching and squeezing hard on him.

both of them are a mess, legs shaking, vision blurry as they were on cloud nine, she rolled her hips lazily to ride out their orgasms before collapsing on top of draco, both panting heavily.

"fuck you have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that, love" draco said softly as he caressing her cheeks pulling her in for a sweet loving kiss.

"happy birthday, draco." y/n broke the kiss smiling at him tiredly, giving lovely kisses all over his face.

"best birthday ever, thank you my love for everything. i love you so much..” he kissed her lips one more time.

“i love you so much too, dray.”

those were the last words they spoke before both of them drifted off to sleep with a smile on their faces.

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himbo-loving-himbo · 3 years

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Denki x alt! male reader

[REQUESTED]

Denki wasn’t the most secretive about his crush on 1A’s resident alt kid.

Fortunately for him, however, Y/N was extremely oblivious. I mean, seriously, with the amount of flirting Denki was doing even Azaiwa knew about it, and he could care less about his students’ love lives.

Y/N walked into class, decked out in his usual attire. Nobody in class was sure that they’d ever even seen him without layers of eyeliner, piercings, and jewelry all over him. Over by Kirishima’s desk, Denki practically swooned.

“Dude, you’re literally drooling on my desk,” Kirishima had a concerned yet slightly aggravated look on his face.

“Yeah, Denki, it’s starting to get annoying. Just watching you pine all day,” Mina chimed in, “He’s basically all you ever talk about.”

The blonde boy opened his mouth to retort when he noticed Y/N had turned back to look at him. The h/c boy smiled brightly at him and all Kaminari could do was just wave back with a dopey grin on his face.

In all honesty, when he first saw Y/N, Denki wouldn’t have thought it possible for him to smile like that. The way he dressed was a little intimidating at first, but once you got to know him, Y/N was actually a very warm person.

Mina sighed before turning to Kiri, having an idea. She whispered something in the redhead’s ear before turning back to Denki.

“Listen, bud, Kiri and I would bet you ten bucks each that you can’t confess tonight.” Ten bucks was a small price to pay to get their friend to stop whining to them about how soft Y/N’s hair looked all the time.

Denki looked hesitant at first before replying.

“Make it twenty and I’m in.”

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Denki had been putting it off all day. At first, he was planning on telling him at lunch, but he chickened out when he noticed Y/N was wearing headphones. He didn’t want to disturb him after all.

Then he decided that right after classes ended would be smart. But when he noticed his crush was talking to his friend Shinso from class 1-C. There was no way he was going to embarrass himself like that in front of another human being. Especially not one of Y/N’s best friends.

Later that night, he sat in his dorm playing Mario Kart with Mina and Kirishima. Denki was about to win when Mina hit him with a red shell, rushing past him.

“BOOYAH, BABY!” she yelled, nearly knocking over her drink in her excitement. Denki grumbled and Kirishima just sat on the back of the couch eating popcorn peacefully.

“You don’t have to be such a sore winner…”

“Says the loser!”

“Guys, we’re forgetting the important thing here…” interrupted Kiri, turning to Denki, “have you asked out Y/N yet?”

The electric boy froze in place.

“Okay, I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” Mina said, “remember, if you don’t do it you’ll owe us a total of fort dollars!”

Kaminari groaned.

“Why did I agree to this, again?”

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It took Kaminari about 20 minutes to knock once he reached Y/N’s dorm.

“Who is it?” came a groggy voice.

Denki’s mouth dried up, and he contemplated running away but it was too late, the door was already opening up.

“Oh, hey Denki!”

There he stood, in a pair of flannel pajama pants and an old, baggy sweatshirt. Y/N wasn’t wearing any eyeliner and all of his piercing had been taken out minus his septum, which he had only gotten done recently. Denki had to blink a few times at the sight. He was pretty sure no one had ever seen the other boy like this before, except maybe for the exception of family.

“I, uh, I hope I didn’t wake you up,” the blonde stuttered out.

“Oh, no worries! I was just watching a show when you knocked.”

Sure enough, his laptop was on the bed with an episode of (favorite show) pulled up on pause. Seeing Denki’s worried face he reassured him.

“I’ve already seen this one so you didn’t interrupt anything!”

He gestured for Kaminari to come in.

Y/N’s room was atmospheric. Band posters were pasted crookedly to the walls, strings of lights dimly lighting the room. Denki noticed some band tickets and pictures of your friends from middle school hanging on the walls. A few potted plants were scattered here and there, all well taken care of, it looked like. Denki took a seat on a bean bag chair next to Y/N, who was sat on the carpet next to him.

“What was it that you wanted to talk about?”

Denki choked up.

“Well, uh, uhm…” he tried to find the right words to say. “You see, I kind of, uh… oh fuck.”

Y/N stared back at him, confused but not aggravated by his stumbling in any way.

Denki looked back up at the boy’s e/c eyes. Seeing them so clearly, without any eyeliner or makeup hiding his face. He could see every line, every crevice, every dot on his face. It was perfect. He managed to summon up the last of his courage and blurt it out.

“I REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU! LIKE, NOT IN A FRIEND WAY, IN A ‘I WANNA MAKE OUT WITH YOU REAL BAD’ WAY!” His face was burning red at this point. Y/N just stared back blankly for a second.

“Wait… really?” Denki looked astonished.

“Wha… are you kidding me? I thought I was totally obvious about it! I mean, literally everyone in class noticed but you didn’t??? I flirted with you so much I was starting to run out of pick up lines!”

“Yo, those were supposed to be pick up lines? Like, no offense dude but they sucked,” Y/N chuckled.

“Hey, they did no-” Denki cut himself off, “Listen, do you like me too or not?”

Y/N looked puzzled for a second.

“OH, wait I thought it was obvious? I mean, I like you too. Practically the entire classroom could tell.”

“Wait… WHAT?” Denki was definitely going to yell at Kirishima and Mina about this later. At least he got forty bucks out of ‘em.

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Denki had ended up falling asleep in Y/N’s dorm that night while playing some video games together. When Kiri and Mina noticed the two boys walking into class the next morning hand-in-hand, with Denki wearing some of Y/N’s eyeliner (They knew Y/N had done it too, because it was way too good for Denki to have done it), they were relieved and, of course, happy for their friend but maybe not so happy about the idea of losing twenty dollars each. At least they wouldn’t have to listen to their friend’s incessant pining anymore.

“Guys! My boyfriend is so cool…”

Kiri and Mina just slumped back down in their chairs, tuning out Denki gushing about his crush boyfriend.

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wwwcapricorncom · 3 years

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hii could i request something? i don't mind whether it's a headcannon with some drabble or a longer scenario, do whatever you have time for. make sure you're taking care of yourself 🥰

oki so nsfw haikyuu, im very indecisive so I'll give you a list of some characters - feel free to include multiple alsjdggwgw.

tsukishima, kageyama, miya twins, kuroo, bokuto, yknow throw in hinata for some spice. basically anyone that would rUiN me 😗✌️

okay so for the scenario literally go wild with it, I'd love to have a few kinks involved like dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation and masochism (or sadism if you look at it from the characters side).

feel free to improv if there's anything specific you've been wanting to write lmao I'm happy with anything.

have fun hehe

Eep! You’re so sweet I could cry T^T. You’re my first ask btw so Thank you thank you! Anyone who enjoys this post, please thank anon! This will also be my first work for haikyuu so I hope it will be good! In addition, i'll write the reader as Fem for now bc it wasn’t specified, so I hope that’s okay<3. I was gonna include all characters, but I felt I kept you waiting long enough.

Okay so im thinking…. How they act when domming WITH BOKUTO, ATSUMU, OSAMU, TSUKI, AND HINATA.

Genre: SMUT/MINORS DNI/ 18+/ Characters aged up

Warnings: dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation, masochism & sadism, a wee bit of impact play in Osamu’s... it just happened, gagging, nose pinching, praising, oral (fem and male receiving), dom dynamics, use of the word “daddy.

BOKUTO

Bo is a wild card, so anything can activate his dom moods and they can vary from service to hard domming.

You have to watch out for those days when you do something that he finds so cute because that’s when he wants to be a service dom.

And that means fucking you completly dumb.

“C’mere puppy”, just wants to show you how much he appreciates and adores you, so he has to make you feel so good that you turn into mush.

Always fucks you in a position that relies solely on you having to rely on him because it’s such a power trip for him.

Will have you picked up and getting fucked against the wall of your room as he tells you how cute you are.

Seeing you like this triggers something so animalistic in him, he is suddenly so hyper focused as he fucks you like an animal.

LOUDDDD

Just wants to see how wrecked you’ll get for him, but wrecks himself too.

“C’mere puppy, gonna pick you up.” You're a mess already, having been getting fucked into on your back by your boyfriend. Still, you put your hands out so he can pull you into his broad chest and up you two go. He smiles at your compliance and goes in to kiss your cute lips, albeit deeply as he sucks on your tongue and bottom lip which makes saliva string you two together when pulling away.

By the time he is done kissing you, he has your bare back pressed against the cool surface of your room walls and is nudging the head of his big, fat cock back into your needy hole. “Ah! Bo, fuck! like this?”

You can’t help but ask while clinging to him for dear life as he bottoms out in you. All he can do is nod, one hand strongly wrapped around your lower back, close to your ass, and the other flat against the wall above your head. He loves the way you cling to him, much like how your soft walls do at the slightest dragging of his cock. In and out. He begins to buck his hips up into you and you bounce at the sheer force of each of his thrusts, breast bouncing gloriously in front of him too as he eyes them.

You’re open mouthed panting in no time in rhythm with his thrusts as your eyes gloss over while looking into his golden ones. He searches your face before using force from his legs to start ramming into your spongy spot and you gasp, “fuck daddy wait!”

“Just wanna make you feel good pup, just let me…” He groans as he continues to fuck into your gspot, making you clench around him sporadically as you begin to moan, “i-if you keep thrusting there-

“You’ll cum? Good, cum for me and i'm not gonna stop either.” He states seriously as he picks up his pace, moving the hand he had around you to your hip and gripping it tightly as he enclosed you against the wall more. You had no choice but to take the harsh thrusts that he was giving you, each retraction taking the air from your lungs before the thrust to your spot delivered intoxicating pleasure.

Your fucking head was getting cloudy as you succumbed to the pleasure, sweat trickling down the valley of your breasts at the body heat you two were producing, the mere sight of you sruggling to determine what you should do makes him go feral. Gripping both of your hips, with a bruising glasp, he makes sure the top half of your back is still resting on the wall as he begins to bring you down on his dick while thrusting up.

“You look so fucking sexy like this! Shit, I love having you on my cock!” He is growling now as you moan incoherent sentences, clinging to him closely you decided on just nodding your head. Too fucked out for anything else as he dominated your throbbing core.

He moans loudly at this as he balls slap aggressively against your ass, “already fucked dumb, pup? Fuckkkkk just how I wanted you.” He says as you start to go weak from the pleasure of your orgasm staring to consume you, moving to place your head in between the crook of his neck. He doesn’t let you though, grabs you by the chin and forces your unfocused eyes to stay on him as drool trickles down your skin from your lolled out tongue.

How could he not watch you go dumb on his cock as he fucks your through your orgasm and into his. You two are going to be so sloppy when he’s done.

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TSUKIII

This fucking Psychopath mean and hard dom.

The most verbal degrader, but also lovesss to humiliate you too.

Just looks at you condescendingly, but is trying to hide his amusement.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart.” is pushing his glasses up with one hand.

Has the other hand buried two fingers deep in your needy cunt.

All you can do is whine because for fucks sake he won’t give you anything, but shallow thrusts. All because

“If you want more then fucking work for it!”

Has you fucking yourself on his fingers in an instant while he snickers and smirks (still being mean) as if his hard on isn’t threatening to fucking cream his pants.

“TSUKIII!” You whine as you grip his wrist that is connected to the fingers inside your dripping cunt.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart” He states with a smirk as he gives you two sharp aimless thrusts into your cunt, making you whine louder.

“P-please just give me more! Stop being so mean!” You say as you look up at his shirtless frame. You know by the look on his face that he is having fun, that he enjoys seeing you so needy and you hate that you’re feeding into it. But it’s so hard, when he has been fingering you to the edge and stopping every time right before you could even release.

“You want more? Then fucking work for it, whore!” He says almost sadistically and you nod as you lift your hips up to meet his fingers. You begin to thrust up into his two nimble, long fingers as you clench around him. Your walls are thankful for the aggressive friction that you are finally getting after 3 near orgasms.

One particular rough thrust hits your g spot and you moan lewdly, tongue almost hanging completely out as you feel the familiar tingles of a strong orgasm. Just as you go to lift your hips up to ram into his fingers in the exact same way, his other hand is pressing you firmly down onto the mattress, halting your attempts.

You fucking choke on a sob as tears obscure your vision and he snickers, “Aw you’re such a crybaby!”

But seeing your flushed face and rising chest as your lip quivers, does it for him. And he’s a little mad at himself because you won and don’t even know it. I mean now he just has to fuck you- you just look so pretty, begging for him after he’s been so fucking mean to you. Crying. Gosh, it makes his dick twitch as precum trickles down to his balls.

Yep, now he’s gonna fuck that needy cunny and give you all that you wanted and then some.

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ATSUMU

Much like Tsuki, he is also a mean and hard dom, but actually has the ability to turn into a soft one.

Loves to degrade too but because he loves feeling superior.

Will be at his meanest when he just lost a match and Def takes it out on that cunt.

Right after like right after the game, he has you riding him in the fucking car.

Is being so mean too, “don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut?”

“Ride my fucking dick then!”

Once you amp it up though, fuck his tune switches so fast. “God yer so fuckin’ wet, gonna breed ya just right bc ya think ya can fuck me like this and get away with it?”

Like sir you were just… anyways he will hug you into his chest and mark your flesh up.

Fills you to the brim while praising and then makes you sit with it leaking into your underwear all the way home

“Come on slut, fully sit on it. I don’t care if it hurts!” Atsumu grumbles as he smacks your ass, making your legs quiver and a few more inches to slip further into your stretching sex.

He’s so big and that asshole barely prepared you before telling you to basically spear yourself on his erect cock. He’s only this mean when he loses and as much as you wish you could say you hate it, you don’t at all.

You love proving him wrong and he always tries to be right, the only difference is he is being meaner right now. That’s why he slams you the rest of the way down on his cock and has your eyes springing open as you arch and shake with a loud cry.

You can’t even express how full you feel or how it feels like he could’ve just broken you, but your pussy can. It’s gushing around him as if you just came, making a mess at his base and his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Don’t ya fuckin’ dare cum yet, don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut!” He growls taking ahold of your neck with his large hand. You whine at this putting your two smaller hands around his forearm and shaking your head ‘no’, mind getting cloudy.

He sits up a bit, sweaty back unsticking from his leather seats as he gets inches from your face, still clenching your neck, grasping tighter even.

“Then. Ride. My. Fucking dick!” He snaps, eyes dark as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You feel so aroused at this point, grinding your hips into his as your walls scream from the weak prep.

He continues to spew mean shit at you, further stimulating you as you begin to ride him faster. He is slipping soon after, groans tumbling out of his mouth as you bounce on his cock like a rabbit.

Whines sharply when you start to clap your ass down on the dick before hugging you to his sweaty chest. Your hard nipples will drag against his skin as he keeps you embraced, strong arms around your back as he sucks purple marks into your skin. Will begin to fuck up into you as he moans, “ya can’t ride me like that and not expect me t-to fill ya up, pretty!”

Doesn’t care for your response, too lost in his own delirium, as he concentrated on ramming all that fat cock into your hole in attempts to get deeper and deeper. And when he hears you finally cry out about how, “ ‘TSUMU! YOU'RE TOO DEEP!”

He is emptying his balls into you, with an iron grip on your hips to keep you firmly planted on him as he repeats, “gonna fuckin’ bread ya! Bread ya so good… look at that cunt drinking it all up ah!…such a good girl.”

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OSAMU

Is the reverse of his brother- Is primarily a soft dom, but knows when to be a hard/ mean one.

Loves caressing you and giving you touches everywhere.

But is really good at commanding, does it calmly with hot lazy eyes.

“Go a little faster… yea there ya go. Good.”

“Don’t do that baby, ya wouldn’t want me mad right?”

Sometimes that is what you want thoe and you’re being such a brat that he understands too.

That’s when he goes Dom, probably having enough of your bullshit.

Like if you’re teasing and disobeying him, per example, when you’re giving him head.

Without warning will put a firm hand on the back of your head and push you forward roughly.

Will fuck your face so meanly, scolding you about how, “this is what ya wanted.”

“Come on, go a little faster baby.” Osamu commands and his matter of fact tone, the one he uses when he wants you to do something without protest, sends tingles to your cunt as you flutter your eyes up at him.

Deciding to obey this time, even though you know you want something a little more tonight, you begin sucking on his tip a little faster. He nods his head slowly, relishing the scene before him as he tilts his head back.

He’s really getting into it, baby loves when you suck him off on your knees. It always feels so good and he finds himself in this exact position. Head thrown back, eyes shut, one hand holding your makeshift ponytail, and the other on your cheek.

You love the look in his eyes, lustful and lazily hanging open as his pupils flicked down occasionally to drink in your movements. You were growing needy though, panties getting soaked as you rub your thighs together, sucking faster. His hums of approval indicated that he enjoyed this action as he wets his lips and rakes his fingers further through your hair.

Deviously you decided to take him in further and graze your teeth along his skin, something he loved but did not take kindly. It always made him feel way too good like he would cum way sooner than he would want to, so it pissed him off every time you did it. And you knew that it had worked now too when he let out a surprised hiss as you continued to lightly graze your teeth on his member. His breath is shaky as he lets go of the ponytail that he had formed to keep your hair out of your face.

“Fuckin’ mistake” he states seriosuly as his strong hand pushes on the back of your head, lunching you forward and making his cock fully slot itself in your throat. It hurt, it burned, and you were soaking yourself because of the pain. You loved when your daddy turned into such a meanie.

“Can never use yer fuckin’ words huh? Had to be a damn brat.” He grumbles as he starts to slam into your mouth, making tears trickle down the corners of your eyes as you try to keep up with the brutal pace.

He is groaning by now, the force of his thrusts making the veins pop from his arms and legs as your thighs get wet with arousal, “ya like it that much, nasty girl, huh!” You try to tell him yes, but a quick slap to your cheek makes you moan like an absolute slut. It was not enough to hurt, just sting and utterly surprise you, but it was more than enough for you, “don’t fuckin talk when I'm blessing ya with a full mouth.”

His tone is still as calm as ever which makes your pussy throb even more as you nod rapidly, desperately, doe eyes looking up at him as he smirks slightly before continuing to stretch your throat with brutal snaps of his hips. When he begins to cum, he makes sure to thrust fully into you, on his tippy toes, as he firmly plants one hand on the back of your head while using the other to pinch your nose closed.

You cum untouched, choking on his seed and gasping for air as tears stream down your face. But all he says is “ya wanted this and ya liked it, my little masochist.” Osamu has no problem being a sadist for you.

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HINATA

SERVICE DOM !!!

Such a precious baby (reminds me of Izuku) loves to eat you out, but because he really wants you to feel immense pleasure.

Is so attentive, sucks on your breasts, licks your inner thighs, places kisses on your ankles and legs before diving in.

Holds your hand while using the other to spread you apart.

“You taste so good baby.”

Is the type to shake his head from side to side while eating that pussy.

Will overstim you on accident at first, but realizes he loves how easy it is to reel orgasms out of you when you’re sensitive.

“Cum again for me please?”

Oral with him almost always leads to over stimming… both ways.

“Another kiss here… and here….here.” Hinata mumbles against your skin as you arch into the touch of his soft, wet lips. He started at your own lips, made his way down to sucking your neck and breasts, paying special care to your nipples. Sucks and nibbles on them for so long that you're wet and the buds are throbbing and sore.

He will then move down, dragging his tongue down your stomach, kissing your belly button, licking at your thighs before grabbing them. He spreads you open, groaning at how your cunt is seeping with arousal as he stands up, your legs on his shoulders while he admires you.

Will kiss your ankles as he rubs his underwear covered cock along your slit, collecting your slick and dampening the fabric. When he can no longer kiss your flesh or produce light touches here and there, too needy, he dives in and kisses your pussy.

“Sho!” You gasp as your hands fly to his hair, weaving into the orange tuffs as he licks a long flat tongue up your entire cunt. He’ll sigh against your puffy clit after this, amazed that he gets to taste you whenever he wants, and this starts the feast.

He starts to suck and nip at your folds, cute nose bumping against your clit which makes you squeal each time, “you taste so good baby.” He groans again as he reaches to hold your hand that abandoned his hair in favor of gripping the sheets. Your heart swells at the cute action as you grasp his warm hand back and he reallys starts to get lost in your soaking cunt.

So engrossed in tongue fuckng you while rubbing your clit with his thumb, he doesn’t register your slight warnings of, “S-sho you’re going too f-fast!” Because you weren't used to being touched and cared for so attentively, him being the first to do you like this, and your orgasm was approaching so fast it was shocking you.

Precum is rushing out of his cock when you start cumming on his tongue, but he doesn’t stop there. He starts to shake his head between your legs from side to side, further stimulating you and getting sloppier, as he gulps and slurps and continues to eat you out.

“TOO SENSITIVE!” You yell as you start squirming away, but his hold on your hand just gets tighter as he flicks his eyes up to you, “cum again for me please? I know my beautiful girl can…” He says, hot breath fanning your quivering cunt as his dark eyes look up at you. You whine at his words, but accept and he's back to over-stimulating you, using his tongue to weave through your folds and into your hole, rubbing your clit harder.

You gush so much for him by the end of the night. And he hasn’t even fucked you with that monster stamina yet.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #bokuto smut #tsukishima smut #atsumu smut #osamu smut #hinata smut #haikyuu headcanons #reader insert #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu asks #haikyuu drabbles #www.capricorn.com

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buckleyblueyes · 3 years

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Buddie, 2, 11, or 4 please! 🖤🤗

Sorry this took forever!! I used 2. "Is the room meant to be spinning?" and 4. "Dance with me."! This is tooth-rotting fluff, feat. tipsy clingy Eddie and I really hope you like it!

The summer sun is fading out into long shadows as a cool evening breeze blows through the vineyard. The string lights overhead twinkle to life, and the whole place seems magical. Really, the whole day has been magical. Buck bounces the two year old flower girl on his lap and watches Chimney twirling Maddie around on the outdoor dance floor. His heart swells with how happy his sister looks.

“Your mommy and daddy are married now,” Buck whispers to Jee-Yun.

“We married!” She giggles in response. She’s wearing a tulle dress in a soft pink shade that matches May’s bridesmaid dress, and Buck, Albert, and Hen’s ties.

His eyes shift from the happy couple and find Eddie, the way they always do in a crowd. He’s dancing with Christopher, of course, both of them laughing as they sway back and forth to the music. Eddie’s cheeks are red from the wine he’s had and he looks so light and carefree. It’s a good look on him: pleasantly buzzed, overwhelmingly happy, wearing a well tailored tux. Buck wants to see him like this again soon.

“Hey,” He looks back down at Jee. “You wanna be a flower girl again for me and Uncle Eddie?”

She beams up at him. “Yeah!”

“You can’t tell anyone yet,” he adds. “It’s a secret.”

She nods, gravely serious. “Secret!”

It’s then that Albert strides across the courtyard to them. “Quit hogging my niece.”

“Worried I’m her favorite?” Buck quips.

“Not possible.” Albert rolls his eyes and makes grabby hands for Jee-Yun.

“You wanna go with Uncle Albert?” Buck asks.

She nods, so Buck hands her off. Albert takes her onto the dancefloor and begins to spin and sway, much to her delight. Buck laughs and shakes his head, hoping Albert is prepared for her to ruin his tux. After a moment, he realizes he doesn’t need to keep sitting at the table now that he’s not watching Jee.

He makes his way over to Eddie and Chris, and taps Eddie on the shoulder. “May I cut in?”

Eddie grins, and moves to put a hand on Buck’s waist, to pull him in. But Buck shakes his head, smirking. “I meant with Chris.”

Christopher laughs at his dad’s disappointed frown. He looks so old in his crisp back suit, leaning on his new, taller royal blue crutches. He’s thirteen now, and normally that means he’s too cool to hang out with his dad and Buck, but he’s made an exception for tonight. After all, it’s Chimney and Maddie’s wedding, and everyone's a little punch-drunk on happiness and love, even the kids. He knows Eddie, terrified that Christopher is now a teenager, is glad for the days when he can hold onto Christopher’s childhood just a little longer.

Buck is, too.

Buck spins Chris around the dancefloor, gratified by the way he laughs. Christopher’s laugh has always been one of Buck’s favorite sounds. He grins in return, wishing he could capture this moment in a bottle and keep it forever.

“I think Dad wants to dance with you,” Chris says after a few minutes, glancing to where Eddie seems caught between fond and annoyed.

“Well, too bad, I’m playing favorites.” Buck winks.

Christopher rolls his eyes.

“Besides, Eddie can dance with me all he wants when we do this,” Buck says, without really thinking about it.

Christopher grins. “You and Dad are finally gonna get married?”

“Well,” Buck flushes. “We’ve been talking about it recently. All Maddie and Chimney’s wedding talk got in our heads, I think.”

“That makes sense.”

Buck swallows. “Would you be okay with that?”

“Duh.” And, God, he is such a teenager. “We’ve been a family for years. It’s about damn time we made it all official.”

“Language!” But Buck is too overjoyed to convincingly scold him. Christopher’s choice of words we and all haven’t gone unnoticed. It’s not the time for that conversation--the one about adoption and paperwork and lawyers--but it makes Buck’s heart full just the same to know Christopher is thinking about it, that it’s something he wants.

They dance back over towards Eddie, who steps forward and closes the rest of the distance between them himself.

“Buck,” Eddie must be closer to drunk than tipsy because he turns Buck’s name into an honest to God whine. “Dance with me.”

Buck rolls his eyes. “Sorry, kid, looks like my second favorite Diaz is demanding a turn.”

Christopher snorts. “I’m gonna go get more sparkling cider.”

Buck watches as Christopher crosses the dancefloor and heads to the drinks table before turning to Eddie, who is doing the same. The sky is dark now, the moon big and full overhead, and Eddie’s brown eyes shine in the starlight. A slow song begins to play, and Buck knows the universe doesn’t scream, but maybe it does give gentle nudges.

“May I have this dance?” He asks.

Eddie grins. “Finally.” Eddie’s hands find their way to Buck’s waist and pull him in. Buck leans into it, wrapping his arms around Eddie and beginning to sway. Eddie nestles his head on Buck’s shoulder, lips pressed against the crook of his neck.

“Tired?”

“Mmhmm,” Eddie answers, muffled by Buck’s skin.

“Jee-Yun wants to be our flower girl next,” he says softly, carding a hand through Eddie’s hair.

Eddie moves his head slightly, so he can speak properly. “You haven’t even proposed to me yet.”

“You want me to propose?”

Eddie’s wine reddened cheeks darken further. “I already proposed to someone once. I think it’s my turn to be wooed.”

Buck chuckles. “How drunk are you?”

“Not sure,” Eddie mumbles, lifting his head from Buck’s shoulder. “Is the room supposed to be spinning?”

“Oh boy.” Buck shakes his head. “We’re not even in a room, love.”

“Oh, damn.”

Buck hums fondly. “I think it’s time to say goodnight to Maddie and Chim.”

Buck finds his sister and his new brother-in-law sitting with Albert. Maddie is holding Jee-Yun, and she looks exhausted in the best possible way. He makes his goodnights and goodbyes for himself and his family, sends a wink Jee-Yun’s way, and then drags his partner and their son upstairs to their hotel room.

Buck wakes up the next morning to a text from Maddie that says: I can’t believe you stole my flower girl and one from Chimney: I think the inability to keep a secret must be genetic. He smiles softly, and looks over at Eddie, who is still fast asleep, the morning sun drenching him in golden light.

He responds to Maddie first: Help me plan the proposal?

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie drabble #my fan fiction

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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Can you please do a mean Dom Harry smut

His sanity

Guess who's back

Warning: 18+

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The door to your shared home slammed shut with a deafening thud, followed by heavy footsteps. You jerked with momentary fear of the intrusion until you saw Harry standing in the doorstep of your living room.

You put your book upside down on the couch and get up to greet Harry properly. When you were close enough to see your boyfriend‘s emotionless expression, your smile went from happy to timid, until it disappeared completely. Harry seemed to be looking right through you, his whole body trembling with an effort to keep his magic inside. His aura was overwhelming, so intense that you stayed a few steps away from him so as not to be completely surrounded by it.

Harry seemed to notice your mistrust and carefully put his wand on the side, his green eyes now fixed on yours. Not that that would make a big difference, he could crush you without the stupid stick if he wanted to, but it was a sign to you. A sign that he was still in control, even if only scantily.

It was deathly quiet for a passing moment and a trembling breath escaped your drying lips. You hadn't even noticed to what extent Harry's magic was crushing you until he closed his eyes and seconds later the air seemed more bearable again.

You knew that this night could end dangerously, that Harry's sanity was hanging on a millimeter thin strand, but no matter how hard your brain tried to stop you, your feet had already made their decision. Only when you felt his warm breath on your lips did you realize that you had moved. Harry was motionless, hands still shaking, clenched in firm fists.

There was a gleam in his eyes, something that resembled a warning. You couldn't hold yourself and in the second in which you hugged your warm body against his trembling one, Harry's disciplined posture shattered into a million pieces. He buried his trembling hands in your hair and pressed you closer to him, his mouth dominated yours with so much strength, as if he was trying to drown in the taste of your lips.

Harry pulled and tore at your clothes until you stood completely naked in his arms. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, never long enough in the places that ached for his touches. Taking quick strides he forced you to walk backwards, pushing you into a seating position on the couch. You stared up at him compliantly, making him smirk at you with obvious delight. Your book long forgotten on the cold floor.

He was silent when he opened the buttons of his shirt, his bright eyes followed your hands and he watched you as you undid his belt. He lifted his brow as your hands left his body to rest submissively on your thighs.

„Did I tell you to stop?“ He whispered softly, teeth gritted together.

You shook your head and blinked up at him, mulling over your next sentence.

„You didn‘t tell me what you want...“ You said softly, not wanting to awaken his anger, which was simmering very close to the surface. You saw it glinting impatiently behind his irises, waiting for the perfect moment to sink its teeth into your soft flesh.

„Want me to spell it out for you? Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock.“ He hissed, eyes flashing with irritation.

You immediately fell on your knees, barely feeling the pain and pulled on his clothes until they rested by his ankles. His cock hit your face and you looked up at your boyfriend, tongue outstretched to lick the underside. Harry's control burned through and he pulled your head back until your neck protested with the pain. His other hand smeared his cock on your lips and cheeks, spreading his cum on your skin and smiled as the lower half of your face shone with him. Oh exactly this view he wanted to burn into his brain forever, you on your knees like his personal whore, nothing else but the thought of his cock in your stupid head.

His hand on your jaw opened your mouth wide to insert his cock, deep needy moans escaping him when you ran your tongue along the underside of the tip. Without paying attention to your well-being he started to fuck your mouth, eyes narrowed and lips parted, his groans were so desperate, he sounded like your mouth couldn't satisfy the hunger in him. Harry wanted to be inside of you, to he ached to hear your pretty whimpers and pleads.

„Your mouth isn‘t enough. Tell me what else can you offer me?“ Harry snarked, giving you a challenging grin.

You tried to pull away but he kept your head in place, pouting when you didn‘t answer.

„What is it, can‘t talk?“ Harry chuckled, eyes flashing with evil amusement when you struggled to breathe with his cock stuffing your mouth full.

„How rude of you. I should teach you a less-“ Harry‘s voice broke off with a surprised gasp and his hips bucked forward. He gave you a glare and you only sucked him harder for it, knowing that you were pushing his buttons just right.

„You wanna play? Hm? Is that it?“ Harry grunted, already forcing your head to lean on the seat of the couch, one knee resting beside your head. „Alright, take it then.“

Nothing could have prepared you for the punishing thrust of his hips. He almost crushed you against the couch, his balls pressed against your chin. You were forced to stare up in this position, your vision obscured by the tears rolling down your temples, but it was worth it, Harry was irresistible in this position. Fuck, the way his head was leaned back, mouth wide open and he sounded the room with his rough voice, your name on his lips like a prayer. Jaw sharp and veins visible in his neck, upper body tense and hands buried in your hair.

Black dots danced in front of your eyes, your nails left long, angry scratch marks on his arms and legs. The pain only made him more aggressive and he pulled himself out of your mouth.

„Stop crying, you wanted to fuck me, remember?“ Harry kissed you hard again, teeth and lips met painfully but you didn't care.

„I want you to let yourself go. Show me what you want.“ He whispered hotly, groaning into your mouth when your hand wrapped around his cock again.

„Want you to fuck me, Harry please.“ You pleaded, pressing desperate kisses all over his throat, nipping at some places to leave your marks. Harry loved being covered in your bruises.

„What? Can‘t hear you, sweetheart.“

He was doing it on purpose at this point, wanting you to beg for him to take you.

„Please“ you whined, tightening your hand around him painfully, but Harry wouldn’t be Harry if he didn‘t enjoy pain.

„Please fuck me, take me-“ Your voice cut off with a sharp cry when two fingers pounded into you with such speed you came seconds later, vision exploding with a blazing white light.

„Yes, cum!“ Harry commanded, drunk on your screams of pleasure, craving to feel your cunt tighten around his cock and not his fingers.

"More" you gasped at the overstimulation but still pressed your cunt against his fingers, "Cock, want cock."

Harry proudly boasted that he reduced you into a mindless cock slut with just his fingers. He sat on the couch and gestured on his lap, arms spread out on the armrest in a dominant manner. There was that cool, dangerous shine in his green eyes again and his expression was illegible. Harry was unreachable and you wanted to see him fall.

Your breathing was irregular as you crawled up to him, your hands sliding gently over his legs. Harry let you do it and admired your naked body, his eyes fixed on the lips you are biting on.

"You wanted my cock so come on and fuck yourself with it" Harry commanded and you whined submissively, seating yourself on top of him. His cock brushed against your sensitive inner thighs, leaving a hot trail of his cum and your spit on your skin. Sinking down your eyes rolled back, lips parting into a silent o and you sat there for a few seconds, getting lost in the feeling of him so deep inside of you.

Harry's hands clung to your hips and he moved in circular motions, watching you intently as you moaned and squealed whenever your clit rubbed against his flesh or the tip of his cock hit your g-spot.

"I'm barely doing anything and you're already shaking." Harry forced out, thighs clenching under yours when you gave him a look so full of pleasure and submission that it overwhelmed him. He could do anything to you right now and you would go with it. Harry was drunk on that power, thumb pushing past your spit glistening lips to make you suck on it.

"Everyone always thinks you're so fuck do that again so fucking smart and proper, but ah look at you now..." His voice was trembling with bliss, your quick thrusts and sharp movements making him weak.

You keened, clinging on this shoulders when Harry lifted his hips to literally drill into you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against his sweat soaked chest.

"Should show them how dumb you are" He hissed, biting at the skin of your jaw, "Show them how much of a fucking slut you can be."

The only sounds you could make were high-pitched moans, his dirty words only made you hungrier for him.

"Only here to make me cum" Harry moaned at last, letting his deep voice flow freely in the room, "Only here to take my cum, hm?"

You cried out, going faster when you felt the familiar ache in your stomach, the tension building up rapidly.

"Yes!" you sobbed, "Give me cum pleaseplease!"

Holding you down on his cock by your shoulders Harry pounded up into your pussy, once, twice and on the third push you came with a shout, biting into the thumb he pushed inside of your mouth again. Harry let out a broken groan at the sight of your release and came only seconds later, going momentarily silent with the amount of pleasure flodding his blood. He didn't let you go, holding you down until you were dripping with his essance, uncomfortably full with him.

"There you have it" Harry mocked, breathlessly, "Full of my cum, just the way you like it."

You whimpered when he pulled out, clenching around nothing to keep in as much of him as you could. Harry pulled you on your knees and pushed you forward, craning his neck to watch his cum drip out of you.

"You're making a mess, sweetheart" His fingers pushed his cum back inside, pinching your thighs when you scrambled to get away. "Stay still, I want it to stay inside."

"Sensitive" you whispered, legs trembling to keep yourself upright on his lap.

He finally took his fingers out when he was satisfied, pushing his fingers past your lips and watch you suck them clean.

"Satisfied" He raised a brow, ready to fuck you again if you were to say no. He is a gentleman after all.

"Yes, thank you." You mumbled around his fingers, content to just lean against him and dose off with his fingers gently pushing in and out of your mouth.

Harry leaned back as well, the tension from before falling away. He let himself dose off, enjoying the calmness of his mind while it lasted.

#harry potter smut #harry potter x reader #harry potter #dark!harry

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nev3rfound · 4 years

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one last look : b.b

it’s the night before your wedding, but you can’t help but long to see your future husband. (1.9k)

finally a fluffy fic! this was from my other blog but i’ve made considerable changes for our boy bucky barnes. (warnings: some swearing) also requests are open so feel free to send one in!

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Sitting in your room, you couldn’t stop yourself from checking your phone.

With your champagne glass in hand, you swirl the liquid around as the girls laugh loudly, causing you to zone back into the conversation. As you lift your head up, you notice them all focusing on you.

“You doing okay over there?” Wanda asks.

Nodding in response, you slide off the bed, leaving your phone behind you as you return to the conversation.

“Can you believe its come round so fast?” You turn to see the Pepper beaming, barely able to contain her excitement.

It’s true, the big day has crept up on you sooner than you had anticipated. After shy of fourteen months of planning, arguments with Tony and Steve about the decor and nearly calling it off twice you’ve made it. Tomorrow will be the day you become his wife.

“I still can’t believe I’m going to be someone’s wife.” You think aloud, a look of shock in your eyes as you gulp the last bit of champagne in your glass.

As you reach for the bottle sitting in the cooler, Natasha bats your hand away. “Not happening. I’ve been strictly instructed you’re not allowed more than two glasses tonight.”

Raising a brow to her, Natasha adamantly shakes her head. “Who told you that, Nat?” You question as you lean back against the bed, watching as the girls look to one another.

“Steve.” She quietly announces, trying to remain composed, but it is short-lived as you all stifle a laugh. “I’m being serious!” She states through a chuckle as you fall into Wanda, feeling the champagne already going to your head.

“Oh, the irony I love it.” You giggle, letting out a soft sigh as your conversations continue but you let your mind wander, thinking about Bucky just a few doors down.

“So you’re stuck in here?” Tony questions, looking around the large room and nods to himself. “Nod bad, I mean for the average joe.” He adds and looks back to Bucky, seeing him lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

“You’re the one who booked the hotel, Tony.” Steve reminds him, and Tony simply shrugs his shoulders.

“I just want to see her.” Bucky releases a heavy breath, thinking of you and swearing he can hear your laughter through the walls. “Just one quick hug, tell her I love her and that’s it.” Bucky suggests, forcing himself to sit upright.

Yet, he’s greeted by Steve shaking his head. “Not happening. You made Nat and I promise to not let you see each other until the big day.” He reminds Bucky who rolls his eyes. “Traditions, Buck.”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky shrugs his shoulders. “I know, I know, but I also really miss her.” Bucky admits.

Despite it having only been three days since he last saw you, it’s hard to keep away from one another. Both of you are magnetic together, unable to be kept apart. It’s obvious when one misses the other as your mood changes instantly. Yet, once he’s back you’re more perky, even if it is a brief visit.

Even during missions when you're kept apart, you're always on his mind. The moment when he arrives back at the compound you're there to greet him with open arms and vice versa. You were his rock, and he was yours.

“You going to sulk all night then?” Sam questions, watching as Bucky runs his fingers through his hair. “Take that as a yes.” He mutters under his breath, noting the sadness radiating from Bucky.

After a few hours, everyone heads back to their own rooms leaving you and Bucky in your rooms alone. Knowing the coast is clear, you reach down for your phone and call him. You might not be able to see him but to hear his voice will be enough for now.

Seeing his phone light up, Bucky's instincts heighten as he grabs it, nearly crushing it in his grip as he answers. “Hey, doll.” He answers cheerfully and is greeted by a small chuckle down the line. Even the sound of your laughter is uplifting as he smiles to himself, wishing you could be in his arms.

Forcing yourself upright, you hug the pillow against your chest, wishing it could be him. “How’s your night going?” You ask him, unsure what else to say.

Bucky sighs heavily through the phone. “Rough. Steve’s been trying to keep me distracted all night.” He admits with a short laugh.

“Same with Nat, even for an assassin her distraction tactics aren’t up to scratch and Pepper just keeps going on about the finishing touches whilst Wanda nursed the champagne.” You joke, but Bucky remains quiet on the other end of the line.

Hanging his legs over the edge of the bed, Bucky notices his curtains remain ajar, illuminating the empty pool on the ground floor. “I miss you so much. And I know it’s just one more night, doll, but I just wanna give you a hug.” He tells you truthfully, and you wish he could see your bright smile that melts his cold heart.

“But traditions, Bucky,” You start, but Bucky cuts you off.

“Fuck traditions. If I want to see my future wife I doubt it’ll be the end of everything.” He states. Through the line you can hear him moving around his room, now standing in front of the window, seeing no one wandering the grounds of the hotel. “Meet me by the pool in ten, okay?”

You giggle like an excited child breaking the rules. “See you in ten.” You tell him before hanging up and rush around the room, not dissimilar to how you did before your first date all those years ago.

Natasha couldn't believe how much mess one person could make whilst getting ready, but you just wanted it to be perfect. "He's such a good guy, Nat. I don't wanna screw this one up." You tell her as you emerge from your bathroom in a simple sundress, looking up for her approval. "Well?"

Rising to her feet, Natasha reaches over for your shoes. "He'll love it, I mean he's already smitten." Natasha nudges you, hearing movement outside of your suite. "And clearly you are too."

"Shut up," You brush her comment off, but Natasha keeps her eyes on you. "okay fine." You sigh in defeat, turning on your heels as you reach across for your bag. "I like him, I mean what is there not to like? He's charming, a true gentleman and makes me laugh. Plus I mean look at him." You chuckle.

"Good enough for me." Natasha states, walking over to your door and opens it, revealing Bucky stood with wide eyes and a light blush across his cheeks. "Treat her well, Barnes." Natasha remarks as she exits your suite with a smirk on her face.

Silently, you walk out of your room and close the door slowly behind you. Natasha is staying in the room beside yours and she promised to listen out and watch you like a hawk. Creeping down the corridor, you slip your keycard into your pocket as you reach the lift, unable to wipe the smile from your face as the doors close in front of you.

As you reach the pool, you can already see him standing there, waiting for you. “Hey, future husband.” You call out quietly, walking toward him.

Bucky turns around instantly upon hearing your voice and steps forward, wrapping his arms around you tightly, longing for the sense of comfort you always provide. “You have no idea how fucking happy I am to see you.” He mumbles into your hair as you remain in his arms, not wanting to be the one to let go first.

“Me too. I missed you.” You mutter back to him, feeling him pulling away just to see your face as he smiles at you. “Can you believe we’re getting married tomorrow?”

He raises an eyebrow, unable to stop his smile from growing at the thought. “I definitely can. Been waiting for this day since I proposed.” He thinks aloud, something you haven’t heard him say.

“Really?” You ask softly, feeling your heart-melting as he nods to you.

“Well of course,” He states as his hands slide down your arms and into your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. “I couldn’t wait for you to become my wife, for us to start this whole new journey. I just couldn’t wait until tomorrow to tell you that I love you, and always will.”

You can feel tears building in your eyes as Bucky shushes you. “I can’t help it,” You chuckle, taking one hand and wiping your eyes. “planning this has been so hard and I just want it to be perfect.” You admit, closing your eyes as a small whimper leaves your lips.

“And it will be.” Bucky reminds you, knowing how many sleepless nights you’ve had over the little details from the bridesmaids’ dresses to what cake topper you should have in between missions. Even when you were hospitalised after a mission went sideways, you had your laptop on hand to work on the invitations. “But as long as we’re together, it doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah,” You nod with a small smile. “as long as I have you, I’ll be happy.” Slowly you stand on your tiptoes, kissing him.

Your arms rise from your sides and wrap around his neck whilst his wander down to your waist, his cool metal arm sending goosebumps over your skin. As the kiss becomes more passionate both of you can’t help but crave what normally follows, but it’s one more night, you can wait.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Natasha and Steve sit in his room. “Honestly, they’re hopeless.” Natasha sighs, looking up to see Natasha nodding in response.

“Hopelessly in love, Nat.” Steve states, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and feign vomiting. “And besides, you’re the one who set them up all those years ago.”

“How was I supposed to know they’d fall in love? I was just trying to help Y/n get over her ex.” Natasha reminds Steve. “You played a role in this too, Cap.”

Steve nods. “We did good, didn’t we?”

“Yeah,” Natasha chuckles, raising her glass to Steve. “we did good.”

Despite the sweetness of it all, and you both being unable to keep a tradition Natasha and Steve knew they should just let you get on with it. You have a lifetime together ahead, why stop you the day before it all begins?

Pulling away, you rest your forehead against his. Both of you are slightly breathless, eyes still closed. “There will definitely be more of that to come.” You giggle, quickly pecking his lips before starting to head back inside, Bucky hot on your tail.

As you stand in the lift together, your hand remains in his. “I guess, until tomorrow, Mr Barnes.” You tell him with a smile as you take out your keycard, watching the doors of the lift open.

Walking down the corridor, Bucky’s room is first and your hand slips out of his. “Wait,” He whispers to you and you turn around, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I just wanna look at you one last time before you’re my bride.” He says with a tooth aching smile.

Slowly, you twirl for him and hold back the laughter bubbling in your throat. “How’s that?” You whisper and he nods to you.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” He whispers back before slipping into his room, locking the door behind him as you wander back to your own room and lie on the bed, unable to wipe the smile from your face.

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A Favor: Part Twenty-One

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

a/n: as someone who is physically incapable of reading fics and other long tumblr posts line by line and word for word, i think it’s so fucking cool that a bunch of you regularly, excitedly read what i post. i would not blame you at all for skim reading. thank you.

***

The majority of Cassian’s life was spent battling with the fact of his own existence. First he was fatherless, then motherless, then homeless. Being taken in by Rhys’s parents, who bought him nice clothes and nicer gifts, was like putting a bandaid over a stab wound. It couldn’t change the questions that made up Cassian at his core: was he equal to everyone else in this world, or had he been born inherently inferior? Did he deserve the same happinesses that his friends so carelessly reaped, or should he step back and know his place?

The older he grew, the more he grappled with those questions—until the night he learned who his father was, and the truth behind his existence. That he was likely a product of rape. Nearly driving himself drunk off a mountainside in Monte Carlo was enough to make him realize with a startling clarity: he couldn’t keep asking himself the same questions for the rest of his life. At some point, he was going to have to buck the fuck up and make his peace with the world, whether he believed he deserved to be in it or not. And though it might have taken him a while to reach that conclusion, Cassian can proudly say he did it. Not long into his post-college years, Cassian finally grew up.

By twenty-seven, he was secure enough in himself and his place in the world to not have to deal with those doubtful voices every waking minute. His life was figured out, and his ego was unshakeable. Until Nesta Archeron entered the story.

Now at twenty-eight, Cassian is again unsecured—this time in a less tragic but more confusing way. Because everything he thinks he knows about himself, about life, she insists on proving wrong.

Including the issue of celebrating his birthday.

“I feel like I should have asked this earlier,” Cassian mutters to Nesta as they stand in the cozy resort lobby, “but why is Az here?”

Nesta looks both humiliated and resigned when she mutters back, “He wouldn’t pay for the resort unless I let him come with us.”

“At that point you should’ve just let me pay, babe.” He watches Azriel’s back as he chats up the lady at the front desk while getting their room keys.

“On your own birthday? It would have ruined the point,” Nesta says.

Cassian doesn’t retort that having his brother present at their couple’s retreat also ruins the point. He’s sure she already knows.

Nesta’s reaction when Cassian told her that he didn’t celebrate his birthday was unforgettable.

“No one in our inner circle really cares about birthdays,” he had shrugged. “Feyre’s birthday is the exception because she’s sort of the outsider, and Rhys will find any excuse to worship at her feet. But the rest of us? I don’t know, it was never a big deal.”

As someone who’s never skipped a birthday once in her life, even when she was isolated and ignoring her family’s phone calls, Nesta took this as a personal offense. “I need to get you out of this cabin,” she stated.

Which brings them here, to Colorado’s finest ski resort situated high in the Rocky Mountains. The lobby is littered with overstuffed armchairs and a crackling fireplace, and huge windows look out over the blinding white mountains.

Az starts heading their way, key cards in hand, when Cassian suddenly turns to Nesta. “We need to find him a woman,” he whispers.

“What?”

“We can’t let him third wheel with us for the whole weekend. We’ll never get time alone.” Cassian is set on this new plan, already scanning the lobby for women around Azriel’s age.

“I agree, but—”

Azriel reaches the two of them, tossing a room card to Nesta. “You can stop talking about me now. I’ll be spending most of my time hitting the slopes.”

Cassian and Nesta mumble a halfhearted, “We weren’t talking about you.”

He narrows his eyes at them. “Uh-huh. Just remember whose credit card this is going on.” Picking up his ski gear and duffel bag, he turns for the elevator.

Nesta frowns up at Cassian once Az is gone, more adorably than she probably intends. “Do you think he’s upset?”

He scoffs. “We should be upset at him.” He doesn’t want to have to worry about his brother while he’s on vacation, and Az definitely wouldn’t want him to worry either, but it isn’t something that can be helped.

Despite his irritation, he might go skiing with Az later this afternoon. Just to keep him company.

***

Nesta will give it to Azriel—he’s a man of fine taste, and also generous with his spending. She originally wanted a normal room for her and Cassian, preferably the cheapest one, but Az went behind her back and upgraded them to a fully decked out penthouse suite.

“This is too much for just a weekend,” she tells him over the phone while Cassian is in the bathroom. “How am I supposed to pay you back for this?”

“Why would you pay me back?” he says dismissively. “I’m rich.”

When Nesta tries arguing with him, he only replies, “I don’t take money from poor people,” and hangs up on her.

Which leaves Nesta to enjoy the four-spray shower and heated bathroom tiles free of charge. By the time she comes out of the shower, Cassian has already left with Azriel to hit some slopes before dinner, though not before leaving her a note promising to teach her how to ski tomorrow.

Nesta doesn’t even get to unwrap her towel from her body before realizing her phone is ringing incessantly, all the way from the other side of the suite. Jogging over to the living area, Nesta answers Emerie’s call. “What’s up?”

“Where are you?” Emerie greets without introduction.

“At the ski lodge?” Nesta answers, confused. “I already told you, for Cassian’s birthday.”

“I know that,” Emerie hisses. “I mean what room are you in? This place is huge.”

“Wait—you’re here?” Nesta looks quickly around herself, as if Emerie will pop up from behind the couch.

“Not just me. So is Gwyn.” Nesta hears rustling on the other side of the line, and then Emerie saying from a distance, “Answer for your crimes, Gwyneth. Say hi.”

A new, clearer voice comes over the phone. “Hiii, Nesta.” Gwyn sounds weak, like she is not having fun at all.

“What the hell do you two think you’re doing?” Nesta demands.

“Well, it’s a long story and I need to see you first. Also, I have to pee. Where is your room?”

Five minutes later, Gwyn and Emerie are sitting obediently before the roaring fireplace in Nesta and Cassian’s suite.

Now fully dressed, Nesta stabs a finger at Emerie. “Explain.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Emerie says indignantly. “Gwyn barged into my place at eight in the morning and dragged me all the way here—”

“It was an emergency!” Gwyn tosses her hands in the air. “It still is an emergency. That’s why we’re here.”

“I’m here because Gwyn is scared of traveling alone,” Emerie interjects. “And driving on highways.”

“Guys!” Nesta snaps.

Gwyn makes a whining sound of defeat and drops her head into her hands. After a long moment, she speaks. “He asked if we could go to dinner together. Like, right to my face. And I panicked and said yes, because I couldn’t think of a reason to say no, but obviously I can’t do that. So this morning I cashed in my sick days and told him I was going on vacation for a whole week.” Gwyn looks up at Nesta with pleading teal eyes. “Please can we stay here the whole week?”

Nesta stares at Gwyn, feeling like her brain was just sucked dry. “First of all, who’s ‘he’?”

“Max!” She stands in her outburst. “The love of my life. The man who works on the fourth floor of the library. Do you pay attention to the groupchat at all?”

Oh yeah, that guy. “You came all the way here,” Nesta drawls out slowly, “so you wouldn’t have to have dinner with your crush?”

“It wasn’t just any dinner.” Gwyn flops back onto the couch. “It was a date. I can’t go on a date with him. First dates lead to second dates, and second dates lead to—sex.” She whispers the last word.

“Really?” Emerie frowns, not missing a beat at the mention of Gwyn’s deepest fear. “What kind of dates have you been having?”

“I haven’t been having any dates,” Gwyn says. “Why, how long do you usually see someone before doing it?”

“First date, at most,” Emerie shrugs.

“No,” Nesta steps in, sending Emerie a bewildered look. “Gwyn, you’ve known this guy for a while now. If he’s half as decent as you think he is, he won’t expect sex by the second date. And even if he does—”

“What does it matter?” Gwyn wails. “It’ll come up eventually. And when it does, he’ll think I’m a freak.”

“He won’t get a chance to think anything before I kill him,” Emerie says, eyes darkening.

Nesta says nothing, knowing this is something she can’t advise Gwyn about. Whether or not Gwyn chooses to share her past and unresolved trauma with another man, and whether or not that man reacts in an unshitty way isn’t something Nesta can determine. So she just states for the record, “You’re not a freak.”

“But it’s what he’ll think.”

“Then you shouldn’t be with him in the first place,” Nesta says firmly. Even though she knows better than anyone that it isn’t always that simple.

Proving her point, Gwyn scoffs and looks away. “You don’t get it.”

“What I really don’t get,” Nesta says, “is why you took your lie so literally. Why did you come all the way out here instead of hiding out at home for the week?”

“Merrill sees and knows everything. I can’t lie to her.” Gwyn cringes. “If I stayed at home, she would sniff me out as soon as she got me on the phone, and then I’d really be screwed.”

Nesta cocks her head at Gwyn, squinting her eyes in something akin to fascination.

“I had the same reaction,” Emerie pipes up. She shakes her head at Gwyn. “I’ve never met a more melodramatic idiot, truly.”

Gwyn curls into herself on the couch, looking ashamed.

Nesta sighs sharply, then whips out a hand. “Give me your wallets. I’ll go downstairs right now and see if I can book a room last minute.”

Emerie sits up at that. “Uh… I’m not sure I can afford a place like this.”

“Neither can I,” Nesta says. “That’s why Azriel paid for all of us.”

Gwyn’s eyes go comically round. “Azriel’s here?”

“Unfortunately.” She snaps her fingers at both girls. “Credit or debit, now.”

“So… I’m assuming we can’t just share this huge suite with you guys, huh?” Gwyn says hesitantly.

There might be actual flames in Nesta’s eyes. This is Cassian’s birthday, goddammit. Cassian, who hasn’t celebrated a birthday since he was eleven. “Please don’t push me.”

Gwyn and Emerie, very reluctantly, hand their cards over to Nesta. Emerie hands over two, just in case.

In the end, Nesta doesn’t use any of their money, but charges the new room to her own account. She’ll work it off by putting extra hours into Night Court, she tells herself.

When she returns to the penthouse suite, she spies tracks outlined in melted snow at the doorway. Shit. She barges inside to find Cassian and Azriel standing in the middle of the living area, with Emerie looking awkward on the couch.

“Uh, we just got back—” Cassian starts.

��I can explain,” Nesta interrupts.

A faucet turns off in the distance, and Gwyn peeks her head out of the bathroom door.

“Oh, shit,” Azriel says in delight. “Freckles is here too?”

Gwyn looks like she’s about to turn right back around to the bathroom. Nesta and Cassian both throw Az a baffled look, but Nesta says, “I can fix this. I’ve already fixed it.” She goes over to Emerie and hands her a key card. “You and Gwyn are going to stay on the first floor, and you won’t bother me or Cassian for the duration of our stay. It’ll be like you’re not even here.” She whips toward Gwyn, who still hovers near the bathroom doorway. “And at the end of this weekend, you’re going back to work like the adult you are and taking care of your shit.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Gwyn says quietly, lowering her head.

Cassian comes over to Nesta, whispering, “So, you didn’t invite them to keep Az company or anything, right?”

“I can hear you,” Azriel says.

“Of course not,” Nesta whispers back. “That’s a terrible idea.”

“Really? Because I thought it was kind of convenient—”

“I can still hear you,” Az repeats.

“So can I,” Emerie nods.

“Shut up,” Nesta hisses at the both of them. Grabbing Cassian’s still-gloved hand, she drags him upstairs and away to their bedroom. When the door shuts behind them, she turns to him and blurts, “I’m so sorry.”

Cassian only laughs, taking his ski jacket off and brushing away the wet snow from the back. “I’m not.” He tosses his jacket and gloves over a chair and approaches Nesta, tugging her closer by her oversized turtleneck. “And what did I tell you about wasting your apologies?”

Nesta doesn’t care. “I ruined your birthday.”

“My birthday’s not until tomorrow,” he says with a straight face. “But honestly, I like this a lot more than just you, me, and Az. At least he can’t third wheel anymore, right?”

She shakes her head insistently, frustration boiling in her blood. “Everything’s going wrong.”

“But you solved our problems.” He finds Nesta’s clenched fists and unfurls them with gentle hands. “You got the girls their own room, and now Az can be distracted with those two. We can still be alone. We win.”

Nesta purses her lips, unconvinced, when Cassian adds, “But seriously, though—what the fuck are they doing here?”

She exhales deeply, letting her head drop forward onto Cassian’s chest. “I don’t know,” she mutters. “Gwyn panicked about some personal stuff and thought it was a good idea to come to me. I don’t want to make her leave, though.” Gwyn is being stupid right now, without a doubt, but Nesta won’t abandon her. Neither will Emerie.

God, having friends sucks.

Cassian threads a hand through her loose hair and hums. “Gwyn was smart for coming to you.”

***

Dinner is held outside in the snow and cold, but everyone bundles up and sits down at a table that surrounds one of the multiple fire pits in the courtyard. Cassian convinced Nesta to let Gwyn and Emerie hang out with them for the weekend, because what else are those poor girls supposed to do, and now the women babble over each other as they decide what to drink.

Cassian sits back and takes it in, the sight feeling heartwarmingly familiar and strangely brand new at the same time. Nesta ends up being the one to order everybody’s drinks, and once the waiter scampers back inside, Gwyn releases a terse breath. “Sometimes I still get scared of that tone.”

“I’m always scared of it,” Az mutters, eyeing Nesta from the corner of his eye.

“What tone?” Cassian laughs. He knows Nesta is still a little wound up from her plans going off the rails, but she hasn’t done anything scary.

“I’m used to it,” Emerie says through a mouthful of fries, “but I think that waiter almost cried.”

“That’s how I sound all the time.” Nesta shrugs, sitting back.

“What tone?” Cassian repeats.

Nesta clicks her tongue impatiently. “You know how I talk. I’m straightforward.”

“And harsh,” Azriel adds. “Even aggressive.”

“Watch it.” Gwyn turns stern eyes onto him over the fire pit.

“I have no idea what you all are talking about,” Cassian says. He turns to Nesta. “You sound perfectly normal to me.”

She narrows her perfect brows at him, and Emerie laughs, “I don’t know if that’s romantic or ignorant.”

But now that they’re discussing it, Cassian does distinctly remember Nesta having a sharp edge to her words while they were getting to know each other. Did it disappear over time, or has he really stopped noticing it?

He doesn’t get to think about it before their drinks arrive, followed soon by a dinner of fancy sandwiches.

Cassian cuts his beef sandwich in half and gives the other half to Nesta, and she does the same with her turkey sandwich. They eat and drink around the crackling fire, laughing and talking about tomorrow’s plans (“It’s not your birthday, Azriel,” Nesta says. “Stop asking about gifts.”). Cassian and Emerie talk idly about video games over wine, and even though it isn’t really his thing, he can see her excitement over it and gladly indulges it.

Once everyone is finished eating and is slightly drunk, Gwyn pulls a small sleeve of crackers out of her puffy jacket, followed by a fun-sized Hershey’s bar and a handful of mini marshmallows.

“What are you doing?” Nesta says.

“Making dessert.” Gwyn builds a mini s’more and places it carefully on her fork so she can toast it over the fire pit. When it’s done, she leans forward even more to try to put it on Nesta’s plate. “For you. Thank you for letting me and Emerie stay.”

Nesta jumps, catching the s’more with her plate and batting Gwyn away from the fire pit at the same time. “You’ll set your hair on fire,” she hisses.

Gwyn’s hair remains safe, but now Cassian catches his brother watching Gwyn amusedly from the corner of his eye. “Can I have one?” Az says.

“I’m all out.” Gwyn says while building another s’more, refusing to meet his eyes.

Cassian and Nesta share a look, a hundred words thrown back and forth between them in that glance. She scoots her chair closer to him to slip her cold hands into his warm ones, but while the conversation carries on around the table, she leans in and whispers, “I’m not a busybody but…”

“I am,” he whispers back. “Az is being weird, weirder than usual.”

Nesta nods. “I’ve never seen him so—outgoing.”

Neither has Cassian, but before he can mention anything else, he looks up to find that Gwyn and Azriel’s seats at the table are empty. “How much did those two drink?” he breathes.

Nesta follows his gaze, seeing what he’s seeing: Azriel and Gwyn wandering clumsily around the snowy courtyard. Or rather, Az is trying to chase Gwyn down for a s’more, while she clutches her mini marshmallows to her chest and vehemently yells, “They’re mine!”

Meanwhile, Emerie is half asleep at the table.

Cassian watches as Gwyn nears the towering fir tree at the center of the courtyard and slips. Az shoots out a hand to catch her, but not before her ass hits the stone, hard. He pulls her back up, no longer fooling around, and Gwyn rubs her butt in pain.

Cassian suddenly feels Nesta squeezing the life out of his hands, and he looks over to find fury written across her face. For a heartbeat, he feels worried for Az.

“Go deal with him,” Nesta says lowly. “Before I do.”

Not needing any more words to understand, he stands out of his seat and heads out into the courtyard. He doesn’t know why Nesta thinks Gwyn needs protecting, but it makes him feel protective himself. Approaching the duo, he sees that Azriel finally acquired the leftover s’more ingredients from Gwyn.

“There’s only like half a cracker left,” Az mutters to himself, shaking the baggie.

“Is he bothering you?” Cassian asks Gwyn, who still looks grumpy over losing their skirmish.

Whipping her head to Cassian like he’s her savior, Gwyn nods furiously. “Please make him stop.”

Cassian turns to Azriel with rage in his eyes, a clear What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

But Az shakes his head in denial. “It’s not like that. Look, she’s smirking at me!” He points over Cassian’s shoulder.

When Cassian looks, Gwyn is already walking back to the fire pit, holding her bruised ass.

Az starts, “What a fake little—”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Cassian interrupts. “Yesterday you’re crying over Elain and today you’re flirting with Nesta’s friend?”

Azriel goes serious, his face turning colder than the night air. “How do you know about Elain?” he says gruffly.

“Everyone knows, Azriel.” Cassian stares down his brother, wondering if he’ll finally get him to get his head screwed on straight after these past weeks of secretive bullshit.

Azriel sets his jaw, but a muscle there ticks.

“Will you finally at least tell me what’s going on in your head?” Cassian pleads. “Because I can’t keep guessing.”

Azriel glances toward the dinner table, as if checking to see that no one is paying attention to them. Looking back, he inhales a breath. “You want to know why I left Velaris?”

Like Nesta, Azriel is not one to quickly make himself vulnerable. So there’s no blatant emotion in his voice when he says, “I started seeing her at the end of summer, not long after she broke up with her ex. And it was so…nice after every other relationship I’ve been in has gone wrong. We kept it quiet, and because of that, it was peaceful.” Azriel’s eyes meet Cassian’s twin ones, and he smirks without humor. “But you already know what that’s like, don’t you?”

He does. Cassian crosses his arms, waiting for Az to continue.

“Anyway, we had a good run. For a long time, it was mostly just sex, but I liked her. I liked her a lot.” Az kicks at the snow-dusted cobblestones. “Then Christmas came around, and Rhys found out.” His face darkens as he remembers, and Cassian stiffens, knowing what’s next isn’t good. Sometimes Rhys forgets the boundary between boss and brother.

“He didn’t say anything about it to Elain, of course,” Azriel says. “But he dragged my ass aside and gave me this huge lecture about us using each other as rebounds. Said ‘Feyre’s sister’ deserves better or some shit. I told him there was more to it than that, but he wouldn’t listen. Instead he brought Vanserra & Co. into it, like his business matters had anything to do with me and Elain.” Azriel’s eyes crinkle at the corners in a puzzled way. “So I got to thinking, ‘why would he bring the Vanserras up?’ He made it seem like such a big deal.” The toe of his boot digs a hole into the ground.

Sympathy churns alongside anger in Cassian’s chest for Azriel’s situation, anger at Rhysand for crossing that line between brothers. He’s only momentarily grateful that Rhys never tried doing something similar to him and Nesta.

“I thought she was over that other guy, Lucien,” Az continues. “But maybe she’s not, if Rhys is so concerned about what Lucien’s stepfather thinks. Anyway, that’s why I ran. Because I knew she liked me, but I also knew she didn’t love me. I didn’t want us to cause all that trouble with Rhys just to end up backed into a corner one day, having nowhere else to go because she loves someone else and I’m just a rebound. It would be awkward for everyone involved.” He scratches the back of his neck. “It’s mostly my fault, for always chasing after women I can’t have.” He finally looks up at Cassian. “When you talk to Elain, does it sound like she hates me?” The question is quiet, straightforward.

“No,” Cassian answers, voice rough. Even if Azriel wants to hide his feelings, Cassian won’t. “She doesn’t seem like she hates you. I don’t even think she’s mad at you.” Concerned, anxious, upset—that’s Elain as far as he knows.

“She should hate me,” Azriel says. “She should get pissed, burn my old clothes, and swear to never talk to me again. That’s the only way she can move on.” Maybe even move back to Lucien, is what goes unsaid.

Cassian isn’t so sure about that. Even as he feels for Az, he thinks both of his brothers should get slapped upside the head for how they’ve been acting lately. He won’t be the one to do it, but he might get Nesta to relay a message to Elain. It’ll be the same thing. “I’m sorry,” he tells Az instead. “I know I’ve been hard on you lately. When we get home, I’ll start doing better.” He claps Az on the shoulder and squeezes.

Azriel surprises him by scoffing, looking away in disbelief. “Wow, being compassionate is really a full time job for you, huh?” He claps Cassian’s shoulder back, pulling him into a sudden hug. “You’ve already done more than enough,” he says into Cassian’s ear. “Go to your girlfriend and take a rest.”

Taken aback, Cassian nods and pulls away. He’s about to turn around and leave when Az says, “By the way, I wasn’t flirting with Gwyn.”

Cassian raises a brow. “You were definitely doing something.”

Az rolls his eyes. “I’m not giving her anything she can’t handle. But in case you haven’t noticed, I have no interest in other women right now.” He makes a face. “Especially not her.”

Cassian chuckles. “I believe you. It’s Nesta you need to worry about.”

“Whatever. I’m not scared of her.”

That makes Cassian laugh even harder, but he turns around, ready to go back to said girlfriend. As he nears the fire pit, though, he finds that Gwyn is already there and cuddled up to Nesta. On Nesta’s other side, Emerie now sits in Cassian’s chair, asleep on her friend’s shoulder. He stops in his tracks.

Cassian wasn’t lying when he told Nesta that he was happy about their changed vacation plans—he believes the more the merrier, and he loves these people. Yet he can’t help but wish the two of them could be alone for just one day. Only one.

God, sometimes having friends sucks.

***

a/n: this is a two parter so next chapter we’ll finally be getting more nessian alone time

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duskholland · 4 years

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Reader gets fucked by Tom and he spits and cums in her hole leaves her tied blindfolded with a vibrater and butt plug 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

— okay so I forgot about the plug when I was writing this and couldn’t figure out a way to write it in that didn’t disrupt the flow of the piece, so if you want to send this in again with more of a focus on that, I’d be more than happy to sort that out for you! otherwise - thanks for enabling my spitting kink :))))

nsfw; 18+ minors dni

extended warnings: mean!dom!tom, orgasm denial, spitting, handcuffs, blindfold, vibrator, unprotected sex, slight degradation (calls her a whore once).

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Tom’s thumb rolls over your lower lip, pushing away your frown.

“Stop pouting at me like that,” he murmurs, his voice hanging heavy in the air, “You brought this on yourself.”

You tug at the handcuffs that tie you to the headboard, the jangling sounds of the metal filling the room.

“Please, Tom,” you whine, wriggling as much as you can. You can’t even plead with your eyes, as Tom had taken great delight in winding a scarf around your head. The silken material is wet now, saturated with your frustrated tears. “I just want- I want- I-“

“What do you want, darling?” He’s above you, hovering. You can feel his body heat radiating across your naked frame. When Tom reaches out to toy with your nipples, you lurch forward, arcs of pleasure rolling from each bud as his thumbs caress them gently. “Hmm?”

You bite your lip, mulling over your answer carefully. When you’d asked to cum, he’d just laughed, and then edged you another three times. When you’d asked to see him, Tom had only added the cuffs to the ensemble. He’s taking great joy stringing you out and working you up, but you think you know what you need to say in order to get him to snap.

“Want you to fuck me,” you ask, softly. It’s a little disconcerting, speaking into a room that you can’t see, but you can feel him touching you, hear the light sounds of his breathing. “Please, Tom,” you add, whimpering. “Use me.”

“Mmm, but that’d be giving you what you want, wouldn’t it, love?” One of Tom’s hands travels up, up, up, his index finger trailing across your jaw. You gasp when he grabs your chin roughly, finger and thumb squeezing your skin tightly. “But you’re a desperate little thing tonight, aren’t you? Would take anything I give you…” Tom chuckles, the sound cool and controlled. His thumb taps over your lower lip. “Open.”

You eagerly oblige, expecting him to slip his tongue into your mouth and kiss you. Instead, you hear the sheets rustle as Tom moves nearer, and then there’s a pause. Just as you’re beginning to wonder what he’s doing, you hear the sounds of him sucking on his tongue, and then he spits, directly into your open mouth. His warm spittle bleeds across your palette, causing you to whine as you taste him, shuddering as your centre pulses with hot desire.

“Swallow,” Tom murmurs, fingers coaxing your jaw closed. He keeps them there until you do as you’re told, swallowing his spit eagerly. “Good girl.”

He’s away before you can coax him in for a kiss, slithering down your figure, keeping both of his hands on your bare form. Tom caresses your outer thighs, humming to himself.

“You’re so wet,” he says, and you can hear the cockiness hanging in his voice. Tom pushes your legs open, and you jolt as his fingertips spread your tender pussy lips. As he rolls his touch over your puffy clit, you try to buck against him, only to find him running away from you in response. “Nuh uh,” Tom grunts, delivering a sharp slap to your inner thigh. “None of that. Haven’t you learnt a fucking thing?” He’s silent for a moment, and you bite your lip. “To think I was going to let you cum…”

Tom drags his hands away from you, and then you hear the unmistakable sound of his belt releasing. After a moment, he climbs over you, and you feel him bite the top of your shoulder as he grinds into you, cock pressing against your weeping cunt. You moan, tossing your head back. You’re so fucking tender. Tom had already brought you up to six cruel edges, only to jerk away the moment you were ready to spill. He’s had you crying, begging, whimpering - accepting it all stoically, unyielding. He’s being mean to you - cruel with his touches, crueller with his words - and you love it. You love every torturous second that he’s spent unravelling you, craving his dominant touch, living for the moments your boyfriend exercises this power over you.

Tom’s still biting up your neck as he finally enters you, the stretch melting away after a moment. You’re so wet that it slicks up your thighs, your arousal mixed with the spit Tom had left as he’d spent what felt like hours drawing lines down your slit with his tongue.

“Fucking perfect cunt though, eh?” Tom mutters. He pulls out before slamming back into you, his deep grunts spilling into the air as he buries himself in you up to the hilt. “Doesn’t matter how you’re acting, I know this fucking pussy is always going to take me well. Isn’t that right?”

You want to touch him - want to see him. It tears you up to feel his hair tickling your neck and not be able to reach out and card your fingers through it.

“Yes,” you manage, swallowing back your desires. You know he won’t want to hear them. “I love it.”

“What do you love?” One of Tom’s hands squeezes your boob, harshly, and then he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Tell me.”

It takes you a few moments to get it out, blindsided by how good it feels to have him thrusting up against you. He’s in you so deep, your legs wrapped around his waist. With each focused gyration of his hips, the tip of Tom’s cock brushes deeper, your walls expanding to fit him. Slick sounds of arousal fill the room, mixing with your whimpers.

“I love your cock, Tom,” you praise, voice raspy. The cuffs rattle above your head as you try again, instinctively, to reach out for him, groaning as you find yourself trapped.

“Mm, you’re not going anywhere.” He’s smirking into your neck, you can feel it. “Just gonna take it, love. My little greedy whore.”

You suck in a breath, your entire body shivering with want. A fresh sheen of sweat breaks out over your forehead as you get lost in the sensations. Every time he pulls out, just to slam back into you, there’s a light pressure applied to your clit. It isn’t enough to push you over the edge, but it’s enough to keep you there, dangling on the verge of climax as you cry out to him, the material of the scarf flooding with unshed tears as you let him use you.

“I think I'm going to cum inside you, love,” Tom murmurs. One of his hands grabs at your waist, fingers burning into your skin. “You’d like that, hm?” His palm slips between you, resting on the swell of your stomach. He pushes against your skin. “You want me to fill you up, darling? Because I think there’s nothing I’d like to do more than pump you full of my cum, then watch it drip out of you as you cry and beg me to let you cum.”

“Tom.”

You’re clenching around him, straining against the ties. You’re so close, his words only adding to the fire churching in the pit of your stomach, but it’s still not enough.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it. So tight around me, my gorgeous girl, I’m going to-“ Tom breaks off, and his voice twists up into a breathless pant. His forehead drops against your shoulder and you moan as you feel him peak. He continues to rut into you, your walks squeezing him, drawing out every pulse of release until he’s done, and you can feel his seed, filling you to the brim.

As he pulls out, you bite back a disappointed groan. The sound twists into a whimper when you feel wetness between your legs - his cum, falling from you, despite your best efforts to elevate your hips and keep it in.

Tom pulls off your blindfold with both hands, diving in to kiss your cheek before he shifts back down the bed, cooing.

“Pretty,” he murmurs, easily shoving your thighs back and up. After taking a glance at your slit, he looks up at your face, dark eyes glinting almost black. “Such a pretty fucking mess,” he tells you, sounding almost proud. He dips two slender fingers down, and for a few moments, Tom plays around with your entrance, smearing his cum from your cunt to your clit. When you start to buck down against him, he tuts. “Stay still.”

You watch through wide eyes as Tom puckers his lips, spitting again and letting his saliva fall over your throbbing clit. A thin trail of his spit connects his mouth with your centre for a moment before he shifts and it falls away, but the brief sight of it has your eyes rolling back.

“What are you doing?” You manage, voice raw. Tom picks up the scarf that had been wrapped around your eyes before moving off the bed and rummaging through a drawer, procuring a large wand a moment later. When your eyes widen again, he chuckles.

“Gonna leave you here whilst I take some calls, babe,” he tells you. His gentle touch passes over your thigh as he carefully wraps the scarf around your leg, attaching it to the vibrator. He presses the bulbous head against your clit, binding it there securely. “How does that feel?” He checks, eyebrow arched.

“It’s fine,” you whisper.

Tom kisses the inside of your knee before standing from the bed, flicking on the switch of the vibrator as he goes. As it buzzes to life against your sensitive bud, you jerk forward, unable to shift its pressure due to the tight binding, instead having to lay back and take every pleasurable pulse.

Your boyfriend gathers up his boxers and his sweats, unaffected by your sounds of tortured enjoyment. Tom pauses when he’s at the bedroom door, turning around to admire your form, spread out and quivering for him.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promises. He winks at you, hand on the doorknob, a wide smirk branded to his lips. “Don’t have too much fun without me.”

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The Parent Trap

Eddie Diaz x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of war, death and loss of parent/spouse

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: Based on this request!

Part 2- The Mistletoe Proposal

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Emily, your daughter, sat beside a little boy on the playground bench while the other kids ran around in the sun waiting for their parents. “Hey” you smiled at the kids on the bench, you sat beside your daughter, she gave you a half hug. “Mom, this is Christopher, he’s my friend. He’s in my class and he likes to paint just like me!” she gushed, looking over at the little boy who had a smile on his face.

“Hi Christopher, I'm y/n. It’s nice to meet you” you leaned forward so he could see you. He gave you a big smile, the two children told you about their day at school, how they learned about amphibians and reptiles, their teacher showed them a video about frogs.

“Christopher, are you waiting for someone sweetheart ?”

“My dad” he looked over at you

“Chris, buddy!” a man’s voice shouted, looking over your shoulder you saw a man running towards you guys.

“Dad!” the little boy shouted back as he stood up, you helped him with his crutches as his father came over. “Hi bud” the man picked him up whilst he hugged him. The back of his t-shirt read “Los Angeles Fire Department”

“Dad, this is Emily my friend” Emily stood up, “Hi Chris's dad” she gave him a toothy grin, she was missing a few teeth. The man chuckled as he put Christopher down, “Hi Emily, I'm Eddie” he stuck his hand out, she gave him a high five which made him smile at her.

The interaction made your heart swell, he was good with kids.

“You are?” he looked at you, “I'm y/n, Emily’s mom” you smiled at him, he gave you a nod.

“Mommy?” Emily tugged on your hand, “yeah love bug?”

“Can Chris come over for a playdate now?”

“Oh baby,” you glance at Eddie, “I don’t know. Maybe Chris and his dad have somewhere to be”

“We don’t,” Christopher answers for his father, “can I go dad? please?” the boy looks up at him. Eddie was a sucker for his son clearly, anyone that looked at them could see how much he loved him, he’d do anything to keep him happy.

“Uh- okay yeah. That’s fine” Eddie gave in, just as you suspected. “Christopher come in!” your daughter walked up with Christopher, you watched them with a smile on your face, you and Eddie following behind them.

“Hey, sorry about them ambushing you like that. If you have somewhere to be, we can reschedule ?” you offered, you didn't want him to feel pressured just because the kids wanted to hang out.

“Nah it’s cool, we were just going to go home and play video games or something” Eddie ran a hand through his hair, “I'm sure he rather the company than a lame afternoon at home with dad” his comment made you smile. “Em! Wait up!” you jogged to catch up to the kids, Eddie followed behind you.

“Uh let me give you the address” you turned to Eddie, “oh that’s cool, I'll just follow behind you.” he said nonchalantly.

“I didn't drive today”

“Oh,” he paused for a moment, “how about you guys come with us and you can direct me? Maybe we can stop for pizza or something ?” he looks down at the kids, “how does that sound?” he asks them, a loud mess of “yes” and excited shouting filled your ears, Eddie led the 3 of you over to this truck. He lifted Christopher into the truck and proceeded to do the same with Emily. “Cool necklace!” she picked up the pendant on his neck, he smiled at her “Emily!” you gave her a look, Eddie shook his head. “It’s cool isn't it ? it’s my Saint Christoper’s pendant”

“Like Christopher ?” she asked him, still fiddling with the pendant.

“Yeah, just like Christopher”

Eddie got in the truck, he drove to the pizza place down the road from the school. Eddie asked the kids what they wanted, they both wanted the same thing but kept changing their minds each time they decided. “How about I get both and you choose when we get home?” he offered the kids, they nodded.

Home. The idea of a home with Eddie flicker through your mind monetarily, you shook the idea from your head. You had only just met this man, what's wrong with you.

“Oh wait!” you were digging through your pocket, Eddie’s eyes practically burning a hole into you.

Pulling some cash from your pocket, “here, for the food” Eddie refused to take it from you.

“I got it, don’t worry about it” he said as he opened the door.

“It’s a lot” you went to give him the cash again, he rested his hand on yours. “Next time, this time is on me” he smiled. Eddie left you and the kids in the car. You looked over at the backseat, Chris and Emily were whispering about something but a phone rang, interrupting their conversation. “It’s your dad’s phone kiddo” you looked at Chris and then at the phone, “it says it’s Buck, do you want to answer it ?” Chris nodded. He answered once you passed him the phone, he had it on speaker.

“Eddie! are we on for tonight ?” the man shouted from the other end of the call. “Buck!” Chris laughed. “Christopher! Hey buddy, where’s your dad?”

“Inside”

“And where are you ?”

“In the car”

“By yourself?” you could hear the panic in his voice, you spoke up.

“Hi, I'm y/n, I'm Emily’s mom uh- she’s friends with Christoper. They’re having a playdate. Eddie is inside getting pizza, he’ll be back in a few” you explain, the line goes silent for a moment. “Oh, okay. Can you tell Eddie to call me back ?”

“Sure” you say, “bye Buck!” Christoper says which made the man chuckle, “bye buddy, have fun at your playdate”

Christopher handed the phone back to you as Eddie came back to the truck. “There’s my phone, I thought I left it at the station” he said, getting in. “Oh no, your friend called, Christoper answered”

“Who was it?” he looked back at his son

“Buck” he smiled at his dad, Eddie smiled back at him, “He asked for you to call him back ?”

“Thanks” was all he said as he started driving. You directed him to your house, which was the opposite direction of the pizza place. “The one with the red door,” you pointed at house number 56, “that one” Eddie pulled into your driveway. Once again, he helped the kids get out of the truck, you turned to the kids, “do you want to eat inside or outside ?” you asked, they looked at each other, “outside!” they simultaneously shouted. Unlocking the front door, the kids walked in, Emily led him to the backdoor and made their way outside.

“Plates?” Eddie asked, you turned your attention to the fridge. “Uh cupboard to the left of the fridge” you leaned over into the fridge, reaching for the lemonade. “Wait does he drink lemonade- oh sorry!” You bumped into Eddie, his arm reaching for your arm to steady you.

“It’s okay, yeah he does” Eddie smiled, leaving you in the house as he went out to see the kids. Hands on the counter, you steadied your breathing for a moment, you were basically pressed up against your daughter’s friend’s ridiculously hot father. Pouring the lemonade into the glasses, you take a moment before going to pick up the glasses, right as you reach for them, Eddie’s hand touches yours, startling you. “Holy shit!” your hand clutches at your chest, Eddie has a slight red tint on his cheeks, you couldn’t tell if it was a blush or from the heat. “I’m sorry” he said, giving your shoulder a squeeze before getting the glasses. “I don’t mean to keep scaring you like that” “Oh, no worries. Just been a little jumpy lately” following him out the backdoor.

Christopher and Emily sat in the shade and were painting something on the two giant tablecloths you had given them. “Why tablecloths?” Eddie glanced at you, then turning his attention back to the children. He sat beside you on the porch swing you had outside. “It’s big enough for them to express all their idea without having to squish them into one tiny piece of paper, plus you can use it as a tablecloth afterwards,” you laughed “you couldn't imagine how excited they are when they see it on the table” Eddie nodded, smiling at his son who was covered in paint beside a paint covered Emily.

“We should get going soon, I'm sure your husband-” you looked at him as he paused mid-sentence, “or wife, will be home soon” his comment earned a loud cackle from you, a hand covering your mouth. “Oh god no,” you hand rested on his arm, “there’s no husband or wife in the picture, just me and love bug”

“Oh sorry, I just assumed you were married”

“No worries, I'm sure the missus or mister is waiting for you at home too”

Eddie shook his head, “Christopher’s mom, my wife- my ex I guess, she passed last year” he said quietly, his eyes fixated on the little boy sitting in the grass. The smile faded from your face, “Eddie, I'm so sorry” you whispered. Emily’s father was never in the picture, the two of you never had to experience that type of loss or hurt. You couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like for Eddie to lose his wife, for Christopher to lose his mom. “It’s okay. Truthfully, she had just come back into our lives. Christoper was really enjoying his time with her, so was I” his voice wavered for a moment before clearing his throat.

“What about you ? Where’s Emily’s dad ?” he turned to you, clearly wanting to get the topic off of her, you indulged his questions.

“Hooked up with Emily’s dad at a college party, found out I was pregnant with her a few weeks later. I told him, he said he didn't want anything to do with “that thing”” you used air quotes with the last part,

“I'm sorry, he sounds like an ass. No offence” Eddie looked at you making you laugh.

“None taken, I regret him with my whole being but I never regretted having her. She’s my best friend” you looked over at your daughter.

“I wasn't here for the first few years of Christopher’s life, I was in Afghanistan. I would tell myself that I'm doing it for him but honestly, I regret that. I missed all his firsts, the first steps, the first words... I know I'm here now but I can’t help but think what if I didn't make it home ? What would have happened?” you rested your hand on Eddie’s hand, “hey, you can’t think like that. Yeah, it sucks you missed the firsts but think about how many more there are. The first day of high school, first date, first car, first graduation, first time picking him up from a party” you smiled, giving his hand a little squeeze.

The sky was now a reddish orange colour, it was around 8pm and you hadn’t realized how much time had gone by. “Alright kids, let’s see those paintings” you walked over to look at the paintings, “Eddie, I think we have two future artists here” he walked over too, he smiled at the kids and their paintings. “Y/n, I think you’re right. but buddy, we gotta get home” he helped Chris up, Emily tugged herself up by clinging to your leg, “you good there bug ?” your hand rested atop her head. “Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Can Chris and his dad stay for dinner?” Your daughter leaned from behind your leg and gave Chris a thumbs up which he returned. “What are you two up to ?” you asked her,

“Nothing! Can they stay ? pleaseeee” she begged you, you glanced at the boy and his father.

“Bubba, I don't know. I’m sure Eddie’s got work in the morning, you and Chris both have school. They probably want to get home”

“Actually,” Eddie turned to you, “if it’s okay with you, I don't mind staying”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure Chris would like that too” You nodded, Eddie picked up Christoper with one arm and came over to pick up Emily with the other. Once again, your heart swells at the sight of this man and the children.

Dinner was quiet, it was nice having a full table for once, normally it was just the two of you. “How was school guys?” Eddie asks the kids at the table, you were in the kitchen putting away the leftovers. “We painted frogs and saw a video about them” Christopher told him, Emily adding on to his statement.

“Our teacher said she went on a date last night” she and Christopher giggled.

“Did she?” Eddie chuckled, humouring the children.

“I think you should go on a date with Emily’s mom” Christoper says to his father, you can hear Eddie cough after almost choking on his soda.

“I promise she’s nice” your daughter says, you hold back a laugh from the kitchen.

“Why do you guys go watch some tv? I’ll take these to the kitchen” the sound of clattering dishes and little feet was the sound that filled the house for the next few moments.

Eddie rests the plates in the sink and turns on the tap. “I got it, don’t worry” you tell him, he shakes his head. “Please, you made dinner and let us hang out here all afternoon, the least I can do is wash the dishes”

“So, that was an interesting conversation y'all were having” you smile at him, again, that slight red tint popped back up on his face. “you heard that ?” his eyes on the sink, “yeah, I promise I am nice but I had no idea they were going to try and set us up” you laughed, you couldn’t hold it back any longer. Eddie let out a laugh too, “yeah, that was uh- a little- it definitely caught me off guard” he turned to you.

The time was now 10:30, “I think it’s time we get home” Eddie said, wiping his hands on the kitchen towel. “Yeah, it’s pretty late” you watch as Eddie walks to the living room to get Christoper. A few moments later, Chris comes into the kitchen, you walk over and kneel down so the two of you are face to face.

“Thank you for letting me hang out and have dinner here” he says sweetly, you give him a smile. “You’re welcome my love, you’re welcome to come over anytime you’d like” Christopher gives you a hug which you return. You walk in back to the living room where you find a scene similar to the one you just had wth Christopher. Emily sat beside Eddie on the couch, her little arms wrapped around his neck, “think about it ?” she asked him, sticking her pinky out to him. He laughed and nodded, “I will” he linked his pinky with hers. “Ready to go home bud ?” Eddie asked his son who nodded, Christopher said goodbye to Emily before they made their way over to the door. Emily had already ran off to go get ready for bed leaving you at the door as Eddie helped Chris in the truck. You stepped out onto the porch, Eddie was halfway between the truck and your front door.

“Thank you for having us over today”

“Thank you for coming, it was nice to have a full house”

Eddie turned on his heels and headed to the truck, he stopped and turned back towards you. “I really enjoyed this, maybe we could have a playdate of our own sometime?” your brows furrowed at his comment.

Was he suggesting that you get together and play with toys or play with something else..

Eddie senses your confusion, “oh god, I didn't mean, sorry uh-” he let out an awkward chuckle, “I meant maybe we could go out sometime ? together but without the kids ?” he made his way over to you.

“Are you asking me on a date or a playdate ?” you tease him, you bit your lip, holding back a smile. Eddie rolled his eyes playfully, “a date y/n, I'd like to go on a date with you”

“I’d like that Eddie”

Eddie pressed a kiss to your cheek, “goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight Eddie”

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write-orflight · 3 years

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Light the Lamp: Chapter 1

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader (Friends to Lovers, College/Hockey AU

Rating: M

Words: 2.2K

Warnings: College kids being college kids, drinking, swearing, talk of sex(No smut yet but will be)

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Love and Hockey were kind of the same, everyone’s just rushing to score. So why couldn’t you?

A.N Summary bad but I literally couldn’t focus on writing anything else until I finished at least the first chapter of this. let me know what you think, Message/reply/inbox to be tagged.

Chapter 1: 1st Quarter

Hockey wasn’t the sport Bucky wanted to play originally. He wanted to play baseball like his old man but when Steve decided he wanted to take ice skating lessons, he made Bucky tag along so he wouldn’t be the only boy in the class. Soon, they found themselves recruited in the junior rec hockey team and had been playing together ever since. It wasn’t a surprise that when recruitment came around that school’s were trying to pick up both of them. People knew better than to separate Cap from the Winter Soldier. Steve’s nickname was easy to figure out. He had a natural authoritative nature that made him the Captain of almost every team he played on. You never knew why they called Bucky the Winter Soldier until you played against him. Bucky was like an assassin on the ice. While everyone was focused on Steve in Center, Bucky was on left wing scoring the goal before you knew what hit you. So both of them getting recruited to play for the Avengers at Wilmington University wasn’t surprising.

Meeting you was.

At first, it was a sort of form of hazing. When they were starting their Freshman year so was the Coach’s daughter. He had asked senior members of the team to ‘keep an eye on her’ and make sure she didn’t get herself into any trouble. The seniors’ thinking that was lame, were more than happy to pass the task off to the two eager freshmen trying to make a name for themselves. So that’s how it started, The two boys walking you to classes and home from the library late at night, much to your demise.

“I should’ve known my dad was going to do something like this.” You complained when you saw the two boys waiting outside your dorm the first week of classes. “Thanks for coming. But you can tell my dad that I’m not going to be the freak being escorted by hockey jocks everyday.”

“No can do, Doll.” Bucky says. “We leave you, we’re doing drills the rest of practice.”

“Doll? What’re you? A 40s newscaster?” You say, with an annoyed expression walking passed the boys who just followed suit behind you. “Ugh, this is such bullshit. He literally begged me to go to Wilmington and promised I’d be able to have a ‘normal college experience’. What about this is fucking normal?”

“I know it’s less than ideal but hey, we can make the best out of this.” Steve smiles. “I’m Steve, by the way.” He says extending a hand.

You shake it. You couldn’t blame them for your dad not trusting you. “Y/N. You?” You asked the other boy next to you.

“Bucky.” He provides.

“Bucky?” You question.

“Well, it’s James but my friends call me Bucky.”

“And that’s what we are? Friends?” You ask.

“Might as well be, since we’ll be seeing each other a lot this semester.”

And that’s how your semi-unconventional friendship started. Pretty soon, even though your dad had eased up on the 24-hour watch, per your mom's request, you still found yourself walking and getting coffee with the two in the mornings. Even, found yourself waiting in the rinks watching practices so you could hang out afterwards and that became your life for the next two years. Now the three of you we’re entering your Junior year of college. Steve was right back in his title role of Captain, Bucky was now first string Left Wing and you were… still watching from the bleachers. You didn’t mind though, you grew to love the sport due to it being your dad’s profession. Hell, you were on skates before you could even walk. But you never found yourself on the women’s team, Hockey wasn’t something you really wanted to do. You still supported the girls team though, which is why you found yourself watching their practices too.

“Hey, Y/N!” Carol said, skating to the end of the rink where you were sitting next to her girlfriend, Maria. A position you often found yourself in, entertaining player’s girlfriends while they practiced. Maria was cool though, at least you knew about the sport.

“Hey, Marvel.” You called her by her nickname. Thing about Hockey is everyone was called by their nicknames.

“You going to the Sigma Pi party later?” She asks.

“Uh, no one told me about it.” You say, awkwardly.

“I’m telling you now.” Carol says like it's obvious. “You never go out anymore and I refuse to let you become a cat lady before you turn 25. Come over ours at 7, we’ll pregame and head over at 9. What do you say?”

“Fine, I’ll come.” You say.

“Great!” Carol says, pumping a fist before signalling her girlfriend to come closer to the rink. You look away as they kiss. Couples made you uneasy, especially hockey couples. You wanted that more than anything, for your guy to skate up to the gate just to sneak a kiss from you. Not that dating anyone from the team was even an option with you dad coaching. The team saw you as a little sister and if anyone was caught even looking at you in any way, their ass was grass by either your dad or Bucky, who’d become protective of you over the years.

“Marvel, stop flirting with your girlfriend and GET BACK ON THE ICE!” You heard your dad scream.

“Sorry, Couch!” She called. “Sorry, baby i’ve gotta jet. Y/N, don’t forget. 7 o’clock!” She says before skating off.

“I won’t!” You call after her.

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You can’t help but look at yourself in the mirror awkwardly at the tight Satin dress your roommate, Wanda practically forced you in. You were just going to wear a sweater and jeans, your regular wardrobe but Wanda insisted everyone had seen you in that and what they haven’t seen is you in a dress. Especially, with your new body, you had gotten over the summer working at a sports camp. Who knew running after kids would be such a great form of exercise?

Wanda also did your makeup, something you didn’t typically wear, giving you a natural glow eye, a layer of mascara, and sticky gloss that made your look ‘dewy’ as Wanda described it. You tried to keep your hair in the bun but Wanda insisted you keep your hair down. Saying it made you look hotter, you shrugged knowing you’d have to take her word for it.

The two of you made your way to Carol and Maria’s apartment. Carol swung the door open and looked at you in surprise. “Woah, Ice Baby, you clean up nice.”

“Don’t start, Marvel. And you know how I feel about being called that.” You hated the nickname but since you were the coach’s daughter and you stuck around the rink any chance you got, The seniors had started calling you Ice Baby your freshman year and the nickname unfortunately stuck long after they had gone.

“Right, sorry, I always forget.” Carol said moving out the way for the two of you to come in.

The four of you drink and play games until it’s time to head to the party. You’ve got a pretty strong buzz going as you enter the party and you regret the strappy heels Maria made you borrow before leaving. You’re sitting in the corner when someone comes to sit way too close to you. You look up to see Brock Rumlow, or Rum as the team liked to call him.

“I almost didn’t recognize you, Ice Baby. You look good.”

“My name is Y/N but thank you.” You say, annoyed.

He holds his hands up in mock surrender “I forgot you hate that nickname. Let me bring you a drink to make up for it. What you want.”

“Rum and coke, please.”

“Oh, so you like Rum?” He says, obvious double entendre hanging off his tongue.

“The drink? Yes.”

“You’ll like the man soon enough.” He winks, smirking at the flush that spreads across your cheeks.

The two of you spend the night like that. He brings you drinks and shamelessly flirts with you as you get drunker and drunker. The two of you even dance for a bit in the sea of grinding bodies. Soon you’re telling him a story and a hand drifts to your leg. You turn and he’s much closer to your face than you thought he was.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asks. You nod but before you can even stand, Bucky is there towering over Brock.

“You can leave, Brock. But I’m taking Y/N home.” He says.

Brock rolls his eyes. “Forgot you had a Winter Soldier guard dog. No worries, dude. I’m leaving anyway.” He says, before turning to you. “You’ve got my number, call me if you wanna hang this week.” He says, nodding to Bucky before walking away.

“Ugh, Bucky. What was that for?” You whine, drunkenly.

“You’re drunk. I’m taking you home.” Bucky says. “Come on, stand up.”

You shakingly get up and Buck is there immediately under your arm, his arm around your waist helping you walk out.

The cold breeze hits you as soon as you step foot out the party and take the long trek home.

“I think I drank too much.” You point out.

“You think, kid?” Bucky says. “You’re lucky, I was here meeting Sharon otherwise you would’ve been shit out of luck.”

“Brock would’ve taken me home.”

“Brock’s a lowlife. Don’t worry about him, I’ve got you.”

You sigh. “Sorry for ruining your night with your girlfriend.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll call her when I make sure you get home so if you could pick up the pace.”

“My feet hurt.” You complain.

“Yea, I bet. God, when did you start wearing heels, Doll?”

“I wanted to look good tonight.” You sigh.

“You always look good.”

“Fine, I wanted to look hot.” You provide. “For once, I wanted to be the one guys paid attention to at parties.”

“You can be yourself for that, Y/N.” Bucky says. “You’re a catch.”

“If I was, someone would’ve fucked me by now.” You drunkenly admit. That makes Bucky double-take. “I mean, think about it? 3 years into my college career, I turn 21 in a couple months and still it's where no man’s gone before down there.”

“Y/N, are you saying you’re--”

“A virgin? Yea, Bucky catch up.” You groan at the pain in your feet. Bucky looks and takes sympathy on you.

“Here take off your shoes.” He says, toeing his off as well and sliding them over to you.

“You’re just going to walk barefoot?” You ask, putting on the shoes, holding your heels in your hand.

“Better than you walking barefoot.” He shrugs.

“Anyway, I decided over the summer that maybe I was putting too much thought into it. I mean almost everyone loses their virginity in high school and it's never good, no one ever says their first time was good. I just thought maybe I should just, you know, get it over with.” You slur. “Which is what I was trying to do until you chased my date away. God, you always do that, Bucky.”

“I’m not fighting with you while you’re drunk.” Bucky says, trying to get you to drop the subject but you persist.

“Every time I try to talk to a guy, you butt in--”

“Maybe I wouldn’t butt in if you picked the right guys for you.”

“There’s nothing wrong with the guys I pick! You’re just a cockblock.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yea what about Charles? He asked me on a date freshman year and took it back not even an hour later. I had to beg Steve to tell me why and it turned out that you threatened him if he even thought about going out with me.”

“Y/N, you had just turned 18 and X was a 24 year old senior! I didn’t trust how he was just waiting. So yea, I told him to fuck off. And Rum is an asshole who can’t get a girl to sleep with him unless they’re shitfaced. So yea, I told him to fuck off.” Bucky exclaims as the two of you make it up the stairs to your apartment. “Y/N, you’ll find someone right for you and that right person will make your first time special. I just want you to find someone who’ll make you happy.”

“And I just want you to remember for next time that if you want to tell a girl who she can and can’t fuck, you have Sharon for that. Not me.” You said, taking off the shoes as you arrived at your front door.

“Y/N, wait--” You hear him say but you don’t care, you slam the door in his face regardless.

Who did Bucky think he was? Sure, he was your best friend but so was Steve and he’s not nearly as protective as Bucky was. You honestly couldn’t tell who was worse at this point, your dad or Bucky. You loved both of them but they had the fatal flaw of forgetting you weren’t a kid. You were a woman, a woman with needs. And one particular need you needed to get rid of.

So you picked up your phone and called Brock. Bucky couldn’t be right about everything.

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