#i want darlin to split me down the middle

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the only thing darlin did when they were “recovering” in washington was get fucking jacked

[chvoswxtch]

secrets

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: in the aftermath of your fight with frank, you get more than one unexpected visitor.

warnings: swearing, lots & lots & lots of angst

word count: 4.4k

a/n: it's getting juicyyyy. friendly reminder y'all voted for a double drop this week, so chapter twenty one is coming this friday. enjoy. ;) as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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“You keep frownin’ like that, you’re gonna get wrinkles.”

Lifting your focused gaze from your computer screen to the source of a familiar voice, the creases etched along your forehead deepened at the sight of Billy standing in your office doorway, leaning against the frame with his hands tucked into the pockets of his perfectly tailored suit pants and that signature vain smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“What are you doing here?”

“Good to see you too, darlin’.”

Billy let out a dry chuckle, crossing the threshold over towards your desk in just a few quick strides. Leaning over your desk, Billy stretched his hand out to brush his thumb along the space between your eyebrows, effectively smoothing out the crinkles of concentration coupled with confusion. The gesture caught you off guard, and you blinked a few times in surprise as Billy unbuttoned the middle button on his dark gray suit jacket before sitting down in the chair in front of your desk.

“There, that’s better. Now, how ‘bout you at least pretend to be happy to see me.”

Billy arched one of his dark brows, that same smirk still gracing the edge of his lips in a silent tease. Looking over at him, it occurred to you that there always seemed to be some hint of mischief lingering in his deep espresso tinted eyes. Leaning back in your chair and folding your arms over your chest, you gave him a pointed look.

“What can I do for you, Billy?”

“Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine today.”

“I could be worse, if you’d like.”

Billy’s lips split into a full blown grin, and he let out an amused chuckle at the sass dripping from your dry reply.

“Nah, I’ve seen you pissed. I’d prefer to stay on your good side, sweetheart. You wanna tell me what’s got you in such a pleasant mood this mornin’?”

Being around Billy just made you think about Frank, and thinking about Frank only reminded you of the fact that the two of you weren’t in a good place right now. He swore to you the night you confronted him that he was going to wrap this job up as quickly as he could, but that meant he had to devote all of his time to it, which resulted in him being around even less than he had been last month. 

Two weeks had passed since you’d last seen Frank in person. When you woke up in his bed the morning after you’d shown up at his apartment to confront him, he was already gone. He’d left a note on his pillow saying that he would call you soon, but that call didn’t come for four days, and neither one of you had much to say. You thought hearing his voice after being apart for a while would make you feel better about the whole situation, grant you some sense of relief or jumpstart a spark of acceptance you couldn’t find beforehand, but it only made you even more pissed off about what was happening.

And then the call you had with him two days ago really set you off.

Frank had been trying to keep the conversation light, and there was an apologetic tone to his gruff voice, but you couldn’t bite your tongue. The more you sat alone with the vague explanation he had given you, the more his promise of reassurance felt like fraud. You drew blood first, like you always did, but after a round of back and forth passive aggressive exchanges, Frank lost his own temper and went on the defense.

“For Christ’s sake, what else you want me to say, huh? How many other ways I gotta apologize?”

“We shouldn’t even be in this situation right now, Frank-”

“Yeah, well we are, and you’re gonna have to find a way to deal with it cause it ain’t changin’ any goddamn time soon.”

Frank’s aggressive retort only incensed you further. The stress of the current job combined with the growing rift between the two of you eroded his patience into raw frustration, and you were matching his verbal lashes blow for blow.

“Just deal with it? Just deal with you being away and hiding things from me?”

“That’s the job sometimes, alright? You know first hand the kinda shit I gotta do. You know what my world’s like. I told you I was gonna do what I could to get this handled as soon as possible-”

“But this isn’t your normal job, Frank! Stop using that as a fucking excuse. You’ve never had to disappear to God only knows where before, and you’ve never kept secrets from me-”

“Oh for fucks sake. You think that’s what I’m doin’? Makin’ excuses? That’s bullshit and you know it. I told you what I could-”

“And that’s supposed to be enough?“

“It was enough for Maria.”

Those five simple words stunned you silent. They struck a nerve you didn’t even know existed, and Frank, blinded by his aggravation, just kept hacking away at it with his verbal arsenal.

“Ya’know, she never gave me this much fuckin’ shit, and she had to deal with way worse than you. I was away from her and the kids for months at a time, couldn’t tell her a goddamn thing ‘bout what I was really doin’, and she was never on my ass the way you are right now-”

“I’m not her, Frank!”

The only sounds on the line were yours and Frank’s labored breathing, shallow and heavy from yelling and exhausting your vexed emotions on one another. For several moments, neither of you spoke a word, until finally you broke the silence by gritting your teeth and delivering one last blow.

“You know what, don’t fucking call me again until this shit is over.”

Frank, being the stubborn ass that he was, hadn’t attempted to contact you to smooth things over or to apologize. It infuriated you, but in the same breath, you didn’t want to speak to him right now. 

Still, it wasn’t fair of you to take your sour mood out on Billy. He hadn’t done anything wrong. You were upset with Frank, not him. Letting out a deep exhale through your nose, you slowly dragged your palm down your face before leaning back in your chair. You hadn’t noticed how stiffly you’d been sitting until you felt a dull ache in your lower back.

“I…sorry. There’s just…a lot going on right now. I’m spread kinda thin so, I’m…a bit on edge.”

“A bit?”

When you shot him an unamused look, Billy let out a light chuckle and held up his hands in a show of faux surrender.

“Alright, alright. I didn’t come to here to fuck with ya. I actually came to ask a favor.”

An expression of surprise swiftly coveted your features. What could you possibly have to offer Billy Russo?

“A favor?”

Billy leaned back in the chair, adjusting the lapels of his suit before crossing his left leg over his right knee, placing his elbows on the arm rests. Maybe it was because your office was familiar to him, or maybe it was because he was so rich he felt like he owned everything, but Billy had a way of being able to make himself comfortable no matter what setting he was in. Fixing his deep brown eyes on you, that signature smirk of his graced his lips once again when he caught your look of intrigue and confusion.

“As you know, Anvil has a government contract with Homeland Security. It was a big deal for the company, and it’s proven to be a damn good business investment. As a matter of fact, it’s been so successful, that I’ve been meetin’ with a few other branches negotiatin’ another expansion, and recently closed a deal with the CIA.”

“Don’t government contracts kinda defeat the whole private military operation thing?”

“I didn’t hear you complainin’ when that Homeland contract brought you to me.”

Rolling your eyes at the smugness in his voice, you reached for the nearly empty iced coffee sitting on your desk.

“It wasn’t a complaint.”

“Anvil is more than personal protection, darlin’. It’s also convoy security, tactical operations, tailored training, and more. Most of our military contracts are outside of the U.S, so havin’ two on American soil is a huge deal.”

“If you’re trying to sell me on investing, I hate to break it to you, but I think the number currently reflecting in my bank account would make you cry.”

Billy let out a deep chuckle at that, his lips stretching open into a tooth bearing grin. Giving a faint shake of his head, he ran his right hand along the top of his head, smoothing his perfectly styled raven hair back into place.

“That’s not what I’m askin’.”

“Then how do I come into this, exactly?”

“The news hasn’t hit the media yet. Anvil’s hosting a Veteran’s Charity Ball this Saturday night, and I’m gonna make the announcement then. That, pretty girl, is where you come into play. I’d like you to personally cover the story.”

Looking across your desk at Billy, you could see by the look on his face that he was serious about wanting you to cover the piece. A slight furrow nestled between your brows at the idea.

“Why me?”

Billy cocked his head to the side, a sparkle of mirth in his eyes and a sly smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.

“Why would I ask anyone else? You know me, you know the company-”

“Which is kind of conflict of interest-”

“I already cleared it with your editor. You bein’ under the protection of Anvil is classified through Homeland, and since we’re a private company like you mentioned, our records ain’t public. Besides, your editor seemed pretty confident you could write without bias. Look, I want you on this. I’ve read the work of some of the other journalists here, and I gotta tell ya, even if I didn’t know ya, I still woulda picked you.”

Hearing that Billy had already talked to Ellison about this was a surprise to you because Ellison hadn’t mentioned it at all to you. When had Billy talked to him about this? Why hadn’t Ellison told you? Perplexity shrouded your features as you looked over at Billy.

“Ellison didn’t say anything-”

“I asked him not to. I wanted to ask you first, in person. He gave it the green light, but ultimately, it’s up to you if you wanna do it.”

Being kept in the dark seemed to be a recurring theme in your life lately that you weren’t happy with, and it stirred up dull embers of irritation from your fight with Frank. A part of you didn’t want to do it purely out of immature spite, since Billy indirectly had a hand in creating the chasm currently deepening between you and Frank. But that wasn’t fair to Billy. You owed him your life as much as you did Frank and Dinah. Billy played a vital part in keeping you safe and protected from the Defenders of Freedom, and recording Steven’s confession ended up being the smoking gun in proving his involvement.

After a moment of silent contemplation, you let out a light exhale through your lips.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t get too excited, now. It’s only a fancy party with an extensive open bar and catering from all of the best restaurants in the city.”

Trying to fight the smile that threatened to escape across your lips, you looked over at Billy and arched one of your brows.

“Are you trying to bribe me to write you a good article, Mr. Russo?”

“Is it workin’?”

Billy’s mouth was stretched in a wide, wolfish grin, showcasing the top row of his dazzling pearly white teeth. His dark brows were raised slightly up his forehead, and he had that familiar devilish twinkle in his eyes. Giving a soft shake of your head with a dry laugh, you crossed your arms over your chest and relaxed back in your chair.

“What time?”

“Starts at seven, I’ll send a car for ya ‘round six-thirty.”

“You don’t have to do that, I can take a cab-”

“C’mon, you’re doin’ me a favor.”

“Hey, I never agreed to write a good article. I might make you look terrible, just for the fun of it.”

Returning your teasing smile with an amused grin, Billy chuckled with a shake of his head. As he stood up and fixed his maroon tie, he motioned towards your office door with his head.

“Alright, c’mon.”

Staring up at him with a puzzled expression, you let out a soft laugh while he buttoned the middle button of his suit jacket.

“What?”

“I’m takin’ your bratty ass to lunch. Maybe after some food you’ll be a bit nicer.”

Making a show of rolling your eyes in faux exasperation, you stood from your chair and locked your computer before closing your notebook.

“No promises.”

“Well in my experience, you’re more tolerable when you’re fed.”

“Keep talking. Your article is getting worse and worse.”

“I’m sure a few glasses of expensive champagne will fix that.”

Billy turned to take a step towards the door and then abruptly paused, turning back to look at you with another teasing grin.

“Oh, and do me another favor, would ya? See if you can get Frankie to drag his ass out and make an appearance. I think he’s forgotten how to use his phone.”

The mention of Frank’s name instantly tarnished the light hearted mood Billy’s banter had put you in. Letting out a dry scoff, you slipped your phone into your purse and pulled the straps over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t hold your breath. That job you and Madani have him working has not only turned him into a ghost, but also a complete dick. I’ll let you deal with him.”

Tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, you started to round your desk when you looked up and caught the expression on Billy’s face, and it made you stop in your tracks. His sharp features were suddenly void of their usual playful warmth, and there was no charming smirk etched onto his mouth. His lips were set in a firm line, outlining his chiseled jaw that was covered in a perfectly trimmed dark beard, and his dark brown eyes looked nearly obsidian. 

“The job with Madani?”

There was a faint serrated edge to his tone when he spoke, but you didn’t miss it. Billy’s stare was intense, and you realized he probably thought that you knew something you shouldn’t. Crossing your arms over your chest, you let an irritated exhale escape through your nose as your gaze drifted towards the window of your office.

“Don’t worry, he didn’t tell me anything. Not where he was going, not what he was doing, nothing. So whatever top secret thing you two have him doing, it’s still top secret, alright?”

There was a long pause of silence, and your annoyance started to fade into a feeling of perplexity when you looked back at him and saw a look in Billy’s eyes that you didn’t know how to read. There was a sudden coldness to him, and an emotion you couldn’t decode hidden in his steely gaze. The tense quietness in your office sent an uneasy shiver down your spine, but then it was like a switch was suddenly flipped, and Billy reverted back to the version of him you’re familiar with.

He plastered that charming smirk on his lips again, but you noticed this time, it wasn’t accompanied by the usual mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Trouble in paradise?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you dropped your gaze down to the floor for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh.

“I don’t like being lied to, or kept in the dark. I know your line of work is…complicated, I just…I thought Frank and I didn’t have any secrets between us.”

“Sometimes lyin’ and keepin’ somethin’ hidden is the only way to protect someone from the pain of the truth.”

Lifting your head, you met Billy’s intense gaze with an incredulous and inquisitive look.

“You really believe that?”

“Trust me, some secrets are better left buried, darlin’.”

»»———　　———««

The following evening when you came home from work, all you wanted was a long soak in a hot bath and an entire bottle of wine. The stress of the last two weeks wasn’t just taking a toll on you emotionally, it was also physically manifesting in your body. Closing the front door behind you, the lock sounded with a click when you twisted the oval knob, and you lazily tossed your keys onto the side table in the entryway before carelessly tossing your purse onto it as well. 

Coming around the corner into your living room, you nearly had a heart attack when you were suddenly met with the sight of a large figure sitting at your dining table, waiting in the dark. Clutching at your chest in panic and jumping nearly two feet in the air, your voice came out in a shrill shriek.

“Jesus Christ, Frank!”

Frank didn’t physically react to your outburst. He sat as still as a statue in one of the chairs, slightly hunched over with his thighs spread wide, his forearms resting just a few inches above his knees. A bit of dark stubble coated his cheeks and sharp jawline, and his grown out hair was a tousled mess of ebony waves resting against his forehead instead of being pushed back in their usual style.

The swift scare of Frank’s intrusion, his silent treatment, and the lingering resentment you’d been harboring for the past two weeks had you glaring at him.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

His deep brown eyes were fixated on you and his plump lips were set in a stubborn line. Frank’s rugged features were even more pronounced in his resting semi-permanent broody expression. Wordlessly, he lifted one of his large hands, showcasing a set of keys on a ring pinched between his thumb and index finger. One of which, belonged to your front door. 

After everything that had happened at your last place, you couldn’t stay there anymore. You’d quickly moved into a new place that happened to be closer to the Bulletin, and as far as you knew no one had died in it, and there weren’t lingering bullet holes under the paint. Frank had helped you move and set up your security system for you again. You’d forgotten that you’d given him a spare key so he could get in while you were at work.

When you crossed your arms over your chest in a defensive stance, Frank caught the pissed off look on your face, and when you opened your mouth to lash out at him, he quickly cut you off with his rough voice before you could get a word out.

“Said not to call. Didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout comin’ to see ya.”

The snippiness of his comment made you narrow your eyes in his direction. Clenching your jaw, you pursed your lips tightly as your face contorted into a portrait of annoyance. You were about to snap back at him when you noticed out of the corner of your eye that there was a packed bag sitting on the dining table next to him.

It was yours.

Eyes flickering between your bag and Frank, you stared at him in a mixture of irritation and confusion.

“What the hell is that for?”

“I gotta leave town for a bit. I told ya I’d make sure you were taken care of while I was gone, so you’re gonna stay with a friend of mine.”

“And you didn’t think to ask me if that was something I even wanted to do?”

“It ain’t up for discussion.”

Frank hadn’t been this cold towards you since the early days of when he was your bodyguard. For a moment your exasperation evaporated, wondering if things between the two of you were worse than you thought. Picking up on the slight change in your body language and facial expression, Frank let out a deep exhale through his large nose and slowly stood up from the chair.

“I can’t do what I need to do if I’m worryin’ ‘bout you bein’ alone here, alright? It’s just for a few days.”

“Frank, I’m not in any danger anymore. No one is actively trying to kill me. If you’re that worried about me being alone, Billy can stop by-”

“No.”

The aggressive tone of Frank’s voice and the roughness of his tone caught you off guard. Frank glanced away from you, his eyes darting around your living room for a few seconds before they finally returned to you. His left hand was tightly grasped in a fist, but on his right, his index and middle finger twitched. A sharp exhale escaped his large nose, and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip quickly before he spoke again.

“Look you wanna be pissed at me, be pissed at me, but don’t put yourself at risk cause of it. Maybe you’re right, yeah? Maybe you ain’t a target no more. But I’d rather know you were safe than have to deal with the fact later on that I shoulda done more. I ain’t takin’ that risk again.”

It was like a light bulb went off in your head when he spoke that last sentence. In the midst of your own tangled mess of selfish feelings, you hadn’t once stopped to think about how Frank felt about all of this. A sinking feeling of remorse settled in your stomach hearing the frustration but also the lingering pain in his voice when he spoke. 

I ain’t takin’ that risk again.

He’d had his entire family ripped away from him in one single moment, right in front of his eyes, of course he was fucking paranoid. From your perspective, Steven was facing life in prison, and all the remaining members of the Defenders of Freedom were gonna rot with him, so you didn’t think you had anything to be worried about.

But Frank saw danger everywhere. He anticipated it. He planned for it. And that’s what he was doing right now. 

Frank was doing the exact same thing he’d been doing every single day since he met you: keeping you safe.

Letting out a deep sigh, you looked down at the floor for a moment to gather your irrational thoughts and rein in your impulsive emotions. When you raised your head, your eyes flickered from the packed bag sitting on your dining table back to Frank’s unrelenting stare. Running one of your hands stressfully through the roots of your hair, you made a faint gesture of throwing your hands up in concession.

“Alright, well if you’re not leaving me with Billy, I’m assuming you’re not taking me to Madani either. So, does Matt know I’m coming?”

Frank’s steely expression crumbled at the mention of Matt’s name. He pulled a face like you’d just asked a ridiculous question, a furrow of annoyance and confusion settling between his thick brows.

“You think I’d leave you with him?”

Letting out a dry scoff void of humor, you rolled your eyes with a shake of your head and folded your arms across your chest.

“Just because he’s blind-”

“It ain’t got shit to do with him bein’ blind.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is I don’t trust him to keep his fuckin’ hands to himself, and I ain’t lettin’ him pull that ‘poor blind orphan’ shit on you.”

A look of surprise crossed your face as your brows lifted slightly up your forehead, and it took every ounce of self control not to laugh or show any indication of amusement. Frank wouldn’t leave you in Matt’s care because he was worried he would…hit on you?

Letting out a grunt, Frank grabbed the handles of your bag in his left hand and swiped it off the table.

“He’s too preoccupied at night anyway.”

“Doing what, exactly?”

“Bein’ the goddamn Devil. C’mon.”

When Frank walked past you towards your front door, you turned around to watch him, narrowing your eyes in irritation.

“Can you at least tell me who you’ve employed to babysit me then?”

Frank paused at your front door, which he took up the entire frame of, and his head dropped between his shoulders for a moment. You could hear him audibly voice his frustration with your attitude when he let out another sharp exhale before turning to look at you over his shoulder.

“A friend of mine.”

“Yeah, you said that. A friend of yours, that you’ve never mentioned before. Do I have to have some kind of top secret security clearance for you to tell me their name?”

There was a scowl on Frank’s face as he glowered at you, turning around to face you fully. He dropped your bag on the floor with a light thud, scrunching up his face for a moment as he inhaled sharply through his large nose, cocking his head to the side.

“Christ. This what you wanna do right now, huh?”

Returning his glare with just as much vehemence, you let out a dry and humorless laugh as you gestured around loosely.

“No, Frank. This isn’t what I want-”

“Look you wanna keep bustin’ my goddamn balls, fine. But do it from the truck, yeah? You can antagonize me with your bullshit all you want while I drive, but we got somewhere to be.”

Clenching your jaw, your hands balled into frustrated fists at your sides. For a moment the two of you were locked in some kind of silent staring contest. You were so sick of every conversation with Frank lately turning into an argument that ended with the two of you at each other’s throats. You didn’t have the patience to combat his stubborn dedication to being a self righteous asshole. Gritting your teeth, you stormed forward and grabbed your own bag as you brushed past him out your front door, swearing under your breath.

“Dick.”

Frank pursed his full lips and nodded his head, turning around to follow you after forcefully shutting your front door behind himself.

“Yeah yeah, get in the goddamn truck.”

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Headcanons: Overwatch Men Saying I Love You for the First Time (Pt 1.)

A/N: splitting these headcanons into 2 parts so that i can get the creative juices flowing for when i write the others. (hcs under the cut!)

(part 2 here! :])

Warnings: none that i can think of Word Count: 952

Baptiste:

Baptiste, being ever the spontaneous one, first tells you he loves you during the movie night you have about every two weeks.

The two of you were huddled underneath a large, fluffy blanket, the film you chose somewhat forgotten as you idly chat about whatever comes to mind.

As you go to lean against his shoulder, you can hear a small breath hitch in his throat as his sentence fades off.

With a concerned look on your face, you pause the movie before lifting your head to look at him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Baptiste nods his head in reply as he places a comforting hand on your arm.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's just...You know I love you, right?"

Your eyes widen in surprise for a moment before softening again as you sweetly smile at him.

"I love you too, 'Tiste..."

Cassidy:

Cole is almost always on charmer mode with everyone he knows and comes across. It's part of how he got this far in life and how he prefers to be seen.

But when it comes to his first time telling you how he feels after you've just started dating? Completely different story. He's an absolute mess.

Here he is, pacing back and forth in front of your door with a gift in hand as he debates on how to admit his affections for you.

As he hypes himself up to finally knock and just tell you, the door creaks open with you peeking out from behind it.

"Oh, hi Cole! What can I do for you?" You say, fully pulling the door open as you greet him with a grin.

"H-hey, darlin'... I- I, uh, made somthin' for you. Here." An unprepared Cassidy stutters as he hands you his present.

As you look down at where your hand meet, Cole pulls his away to reveal a braided leather bracelet with round wooden beads interlaced.

Letting out an excited gasp, you place it upon your wrist before throwing your arms around the cowboy.

"This is amazing, Cass, thank you! I love you!"

Cassidy then chuckles deeply, wrapping himself around you as he leans into your touch.

"Love you too, sweetheart."

Doomfist:

Akande is very in tune with what he wants for himself, so when he realizes how he feels, he won't hesitate to tell you.

He'd call you to meet him somewhere private in Talon's headquarters, where once you arrive, he'd instantly start flirting.

"Ah, hello my dear. Looking as wonderful as always."

"Oh, thank you, Akande! Is there something you wanted from me?"

He would shake his head in confirmation before tenderly grabbing your hand and placing a kiss atop it.

"Nothing too serious, I assure you. I simply wanted to tell you that I love you. I hope you feel the same."

With a flustered expression, you'd whisper a small yes before he places his arms around around your waist in an unusually soft embrace.

Genji:

Genji says it during a rare quiet moment at Gibraltar.

After preventing a Null Sector attack on a town not far from base, you were helping him repair some of his cybernetic parts that got damaged in the fight.

In the middle of adding a few adjustments to one of the mobility mechanisms, he heaves out a deep sigh which causes you to glance up at him.

"I can tell you wanna say something, 'Ji. You can tell me if you want."

With a shake of his head, he lets out another sigh as he places a gentle hand on your face.

"Just... thank you for everything you do for me, my beloved. I love you."

"Love you too, Genji."

Hanzo:

If anyone would be the one to plan something to tell you his feelings, it would absolutely be Hanzo Shimada himself.

Even if he isn't normally one for romance, your presence in his life would have changed that

Hanzo would make preparations to meet you somewhere special so he could not so subtly show you off in public.

After eating a fancy dinner at an expensive restaurant and going on a walk through a park, he'd turn to look at you with admiration swimming in his eyes.

"I just want you to know that I love you very much. Even if I don't say it often, I really do care about you."

"I love you too, Han." You'd grin before kissing him softly on the cheek.

Junkrat:

Let's be honest with ourselves, Jamison would have blurted it out within the first few days of being with you.

He'd probably be so focused on building a new explosive contraption that he wouldn't have even noticed he said it.

"Oi, could you hand me the thing? It's in the toolbox over there!"

You'd walk over, grab the thing he needs and go to give it to him with a few pats to his shoulder.

"Thank youuu, I love ya!"

You'd chuckle quietly in response and give his head a smooch before walking off to do your own thing.

"I love you too, Fawkes!"

Lifeweaver:

Niran will tell you he loves you when he hides out at your place after a group of hunters sent by Vishkar find him and try to chase him down.

After a relentless pursuit, he manages to escape and find his way to your house, needing a place to recollect his thoughts.

When you respond to the banging on your door, you look out to see an exhausted Lifeweaver on your doorstep.

"Could I bother you for a place to stay for the night?"

"Always. The guest room is already ready for you."

With a relieved sigh, Niran would hug you before pulling you back into the house.

"Thank you, I love you so much, darling!"

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Hello!

Could I request a Ghost scenario where his s/o struggles with over-sexualization because of past events that happened to them? S/o Would struggle with their intrusive thoughts and self-worth, feeling disgusted with themselves, and Ghost can relate to them and would help them through it. Mostly looking for hurt/comfort. If there's NSFW, It'll be very soft and wholesome, nothing rough.

thank youuu

PS: I really love your writing <3

this ask really hurt me and made me whole all at once ;-;

[ MORE THAN JUST A BODY ] 𝜗𝜚 the one where simon reminds you that you're worth more than you think

𝜗𝜚 pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: annoyed!simon at the beginning, mentions of past relationships/trauma, oversexualization, sweet!simon, hurt/comfort themes, unedited (so sorry)

“c’mon—si, please?” your words are a breathy whine, lips pouting out and eyebrows pinched taut in the middle of your forehead. you squirm in the position you have in his lap, fingers squeezing at his shoulders, desperate for his fingers skirting up your thigh and under the hem of your shorts.

simon lets out a loud groan, one full of annoyance and frustration. his fingers grip onto your shoulders, albeit not hard, and gently push you off of his lap so you’re standing in front of his sitting form on the couch.

“jesus, darlin’—i said no, ‘kay? not in the fuckin’ mood right now.” simon’s annoyance immediately melts away once he sees the tears in your eyes, his eyebrows furrowing for a split second as his lips purse. before he can speak, you’re already turning away with hot embarrassed cheeks and teary lashes.

you’re almost to the bedroom down the hall by the time simon catches up with you, gripping your wrist and pulling you back around to face him. “l-leave me alone, simon.”

simon scoffs at your petulance, removing his fingers around your wrist to take both of your cheeks into the palms of his hands. “what’s gotten into you, huh? why’re you cryin’ because i won’t fuck you right this second?”

“because—” a frustrated sigh rocks your chest, and if it wasn’t for simon’s gentle grip on your face, you would’ve turned away and tried to compose yourself before speaking. instead, you’re forced to pull steady breaths in to avoid the looming panic attack threatening to seize hold. “—it makes me feel…like you don’t like me anymore.”

everything in simon’s face softens at your words, his fingers twitching at your cheeks before he pulls you into a warm hug. he lets you bury your face into his chest, one of his hands finding solace in your mess of hair and the other tracing soothing patterns into the base of your spine. his chin nestles on the crown of your head, dipping against your skull with each syllable he spoke. “lovie…y’know that’s not true. what have we talked about before, hmm?”

you and simon had talked about this very thing many times before. and it was always good conversation. simon wasn’t like the other people you’d dated or messed around with in the past, and you knew that, of course. but that didn’t mean that those old feelings and traumas didn’t still linger deep inside of you, like a dying hearth waiting to be stoked back to life.

your sigh comes out warbled and muffled against simon’s chest, arms tightening around his muscled abdomen as you shake your head a bit. “i know but—”

“but nothin'. you mean more to me than just your body, ‘member? just ‘cuz i don’t want to fuck you right this second doesn’t mean i won’t want to fuck you later.” the way simon runs his calloused hands along your upper arms sends a calming wave through your body, just enough to combat the anxiety coursing through you.

an almost defeated whimper falls from your lips, one of the arms currently locked around simon's abdomen coming up to swipe at the sticky tear stains covering your cheeks. you don't muster up any words other than a wavering apology, the barest and quietest 'i'm sorry, si' you could speak, eyes fluttering anywhere but up at his eyes above you.

"none of that, yeah? nothin' to be sorry about. i get it, lovie—a hundred and ten percent." simon presses the gentlest kiss to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and conditioner eagerly. "now—how about we put on a movie and have a little cuddle? maybe after you calm down a bit, i'll run my tongue between those pretty little thighs of yours and show you how much i adore you."

[crowandmousewritingco]

Quite the Reunion

Pairing: Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x transmasc!reader

Words: 2.1k

Summary: Jack finally comes home after a long mission, and gets a thorough reunion.

Rating: M (18+ Minors DNI!) fluff, language, pet names, porn with a crumb of plot, reader calls Jack daddy, praise, reader keeps his binder on during sex (please don't do this!) mentions of gender dysphoria, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) oral (reader receiving) gender affirmation (readers genetalia are referred to as: cock/dick, slit, hole), creampie, aftercare.

Author: Mod Mouse

Notes: This work is 18+. If you continue passed the "Keep Reading" that is what you are getting into. Also this was created for the 2024 bangathon put together by @prolix-yuy Check out their blog for more information! I ended up rolling the Splitting of a Bamboo position which looks like this. This challenge was really fun to do!

Jack was tired. This damn mission kept him away longer than he expected and he wanted nothing more than to return to you. But with a stroke of luck he was able to finish the mission and he was on his way home. His cock twitched at the thought of being inside of you soon and he couldn’t help but palm himself through his pants as he drove back to his ranch. 

By the time he got home he was ready to hear your moans again. Abandoning his bags in his Branco and hurried inside. You were relaxing on the couch watching a rerun of your favorite show when Jack burst through the door. You jumped at the unexpected noise, but when you realized it was your husband you smiled.

“Jack!” You rushed to his side and practically jumped in his arms. 

Jack caught you and wrapped your legs around his waist. Whiskey smiled his iconic wide smile and started kissing you with reckless abandon. You shared in that hunger, running your hands through his hair. You had tried to satisfy yourself with your toys while he was away, but nothing was as good as Jack’s cock. 

“Fuck darlin’, I’ve missed you,” Jack murmured in between kisses. His hands grabbed your ass, massaging it, having missed the feeling of you. 

“M-Me too, god you wouldn’t believe how lonely I’ve been,” You break a way, pouting a little. “My toys are never as good as you.” 

Jack chuckled a little and nuzzled his nose into your jaw. “Awww now don’t pout cutie.” He leaned his head and gently nipped at your earlobe pulling a small gasp from you. “How about I make it up to such a handsome fella. Do you think hmmmm a couple of orgasms would make it up to you?” 

You squirmed a little feeling yourself getting harder just thinking about all the many ways he could get you to cum. “Yes please Daddy,” You moaned softly. 

“Mmmmm good boy,” He purred and carried you back to the bedroom, making sure that you were constantly getting some sort of attention. The king sized bed you shared was waiting in the middle of the room for you. Jack gently sets you on the bed and lets his hands roam your body. “Glad my absence didn’t affect yer manners.”  

“I could never stop being such a good boy for Daddy,” You flirted tilting your head back so Jack could kiss your neck. 

“That’s my good boy,” he growled softly and bit down on your shoulder. His mustache scratched at your heated skin adding an extra level of sensation. You moaned and clutched the sheets as you felt him suck on your skin. He was determined to leave marks on you, making up for the lost time. 

He breaks away from your shoulder. “Such a pretty canvas for me to paint,” Jack growled and kissed you hungrily. Flattening his tongue he licks a strip over the now forming bruise. 

You shuttered under his touch. Somehow Jack always found the simplest way to make you shiver under his touch. “I want to see you” You purred as you lifted your hands to his shirt. With each button up undo, you kiss the now exposed skin until you get to the top of his hips. Taking one of your hands you let it slide over his toned stomach. Swiftly you unbuttoned his pants and hungrily slid your hand into his underwear. You moaned when you felt his hardening cock in your hands, throbbing against your ministrations. “Someone missed me,” You purr as you pull his cock free from his pants. 

Jack grunted softly as he felt your soft hand against his member. “Damn right someone missed you and this handsome body of yours.” His cock twitched in response. 

You chuckled and slowly began pumping him. You continued this until he was fully hard in your grasp. “It seems like you weren’t the only one who was pent up.” 

He backed away to shimmy off his pants and tossed them aside. “As much as he loves your touch, I think he much rather see you squirm,” Whiskey moaned and played with the hem of your shirt. 

You sat up and helped him remove the material.  Now you were just in your binder and underwear. Jack took in your body, but then looked back up at you. “How do we feel about this darlin’” He asked, thumbing the bottom of your binder. 

“Stays on,” You whispered. Your chest dysphoria hadn’t been great this morning, but Jack hummed and gently kissed your forehead. 

“Okay sweetheart,” He whispered back and continued his affections. Jack’s hands wandered down your torso, careful to avoid your chest, and settled against your stomach. “Such a handsome fella. All splayed out for me.” 

You keened under his praise and sat up on your elbows to kiss him hungrily. You needed every fiber of your being to be touching this man. 

His mustache twitched against your mouth as he kissed you. “Such a needy boy. I reckon I should do something about that.” 

His hand finally slipped into your boxers, his work worn fingers working up and down your cock. You tried to arch your back but his other hand kept you firmly in place. “Now baby boy I’m gonna give you what you want.” Jack took his time rubbing steady circles into the head making you moan louder. This man had studied your body and aced every test he could when it came to your pleasure. 

“Mmmmm you like that darlin’? You like it when Daddy strokes you just how you like it?” He coos as he kisses your heated skin. Each kiss sends a tingle up your arm adding to your already high bliss.

“Oh fuck yes!” You moan and nuzzle your face into his shoulder grounding yourself in the dream of pleasure. 

“Good boy,” He praised as he paused his motions. You whined at the lack of friction and looked up at him. 

“Shh baby boy just gonna get these off of you,” He kissed your cheek and leaned back. Swiftly with both of his hands he grabbed the sides of your underwear and pulled them off of you.

He smirked when he saw you. “All hard and ready for me. God damn I’ve missed you.” You glistened so much from just his foreplay, and your cock was red needing any sort of stimulation. 

You looked up at him with half lidded eyes. “I’ve missed you too Daddy.” 

Whiskey kneeled in front of you kissing up your thigh. He paused at your cock blowing on it softly, causing you to whine. You were desperate for friction, so you did the only thing you could think of, move your hips, grind on something. Grind on him. “Jack, don't tease me.” You whined. 

“Yer right darlin shouldn’t be teasing such a good needy boy,” He smirked before diving into his dinner. He sucked and licked at your dick like it was his last meal. It was moments like this when you were happy you didn’t have any neighbors. You threw your head back against the comforter and moaned loudly. You fingers tangled in his dark black hair grounding yourself from the onslaught of stimulation. 

“Oh fuck daddy,” You gasp and Jack looked up at you not breaking his rhythm. He chuckled, feeling how much he was doing to you. He flatted his tongue and lapped up your slit and briefly dipped his tongue into your hole. He moaned at your taste. He would be damned if he didn’t think about this moment everyday he was gone.  It was better than any bourbon he had ever had, and could get him drunk on you just the same. 

You felt the familiar coil of heat started building in your stomach. “D-daddy” You moaned and Jack pulled you in closer, increasing his pace. His lust filled eyes met yours as he felt you getting closer to the edge. Your hole fluttered as your orgasm ripped through you and Jack continued to lap at you dick as you rode out your high. He hummed in satisfaction as your legs shook from him and only him. Finally you settled back down on the bed gasping softly. 

He popped off of your cock and brought his fingers to caress your hole. If Jack was anything, he was an expert at making your cum with just his cum. A small whimper escaped your lips at each pass. Jack leaned his head on your thigh and looked up at you. You sat up bracing yourself on your arm. You smiled down at him and gently played with his hair. God you were in love with this man. 

“That’s one,” He added cheekily, kissing your thigh. 

You chuckled in return. “You did promise at least three.” 

Whiskey smirked, “Ready to again so soon? That testosterone of yours does something really nice to your libido,” He chuckled and ran his finger up your slit gathering your need. It glistened in the low light of your bedroom and Jack brought it to his mouth to savor his seconds.

The sight sent tingles down your spin and you squirmed your hips. “Please I want your cock,” You moaned. “I need you inside me.” 

Jack sat up and leaned down to kiss you. You mewled as you tasted yourself on his lips. No wonder he loved going down on you. You tasted as sweet as the whiskey you both enjoy.

Whiskey broke the kiss leaving you a panting mess. He chuckled and settled himself between your legs. With one hand he braced himself on one side of your hip and the other guided his cock to your slit. “Now how would my sweetheart like me to fuck him hmmmm?” He asked looking up at you. 

“I’ve been looking up new positions,” You blushed looking up at him. 

“Oh is that so sugar,” Jack smirked and tapped his cock against your cock bringing a moan from your lips. “Tell me what position you want. Either way I’m seeing my cum drip out of you tonight.” 

You flushed at his words. “Here take this leg,” You gesture to your right leg, “and press it to my chest. Then you just settle your left leg over here. A perfect position to make me forget you ever left.”

Jack did as he was instructed and moaned at the sight. “Damn right sweetheart this is gonna make ME forget I ever left.” 

You chuckled and kissed him deeply. “You better start that therapy then.” 

“Of course baby boy,” He smirked and gave your slit one last swipe before pushing inside. 

You moaned as you felt his cock stretched you just how you liked. “J-Jack!” You moaned and he twitched inside of you. 

“Fuck baby boy that feels amazing fuck,” He muttered as he pushed all the way inside. 

When you adjusted to him, Jack braced himself around your lifted leg and began to slowly thrust. You moaned at the new sensation. This hit so many new areas, so many new places for his cock to rub against giving you even more pleasure than you could ever dream. 

You threw your head back against the pillow, chanting his name like a mantra you’ve known forever. Jack was just as turned on as you. He had his own mutters of “Fuck sweetheart” and “Good boy” as he thrust into you. Normally he would take his time drawing his cock in and out of you to hear all the needy whimpers it brings out of you. But by the way you were clenching around him and the way he just wanted to see you come hard on his cock had him pounding into your hole. 

That familiar feeling of tension steadily grows. “Oh fuck daddy I’m so close!” 

“Cum for me darlin’.” He moaned as he stroked your cock in time with his thrusts. That quickly sent you over the edge and your legs were shaking around him. Jack was soon to follow in pleasure as you felt his cum shoot inside of you with familiarity. You whimpered at the feeling and Whiskey leaned down to kiss you through his high. 

He broke apart panting. “Damn what a hell of a reunion that was.” 

You chuckled and kissed his cheek. “You’re telling me.” 

Jack pulled out of you, dripping his cum out of you, and made his way into the bathroom. He returned with a wet rag and quickly cleaned you up. Whiskey tossed the used rag into the dirty bin and crawled back into bed beside you. You cuddled into his chest and sighed when the warmth filled you with comfort. 

“I love you,” Whiskey huskily whispered into your ear. 

You gently kissed his chest. “I love you too Jack.” You were so happy to finally have him back and safe. Long missions weren’t too bad if it meant that this is how you would reunite.

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@littlemisspascal @burntheedges

[tieronecrush]

🛍️ “You’ve been such a good girl today…I think you deserve a little treat” smut, fluff, BOTH??!!

Honestly thrilled with whatever you choose, your writing makes me smile and I’m so thrilled to be apart of this celebration. CONGRATS💗

thank you so much for sending somethin' in for me to write lovely!!

chose to do smut lol so drabble under the cut!

free use!joel miller x f!reader

18+ ONLY MDNI, not putting any other warnings on these so read at your own risk

Your hips are digging into the edge of the counter in your kitchen, arms half submerged in the sudsy water that fills the sink. You’d been in the middle of doing all the dishes you’d dirtied spending the afternoon baking when Joel had come home from work early. He’d found you immediately, throwing his lunch bag onto the counter and stalking over to you, peppering kisses against your neck.

“Keep doin’ the dishes, darlin’, I’m just gonna take you right here, m’kay?” Joel tugs the waist of your leggings and panties down in one go, snapping them against your thighs when he lets them go. You do as you’re told, continuing to swirl the sponge around the bowl in the sink. The metallic clink of his belt comes from behind, a quick zip sound and a low groan telling you he’d pulled himself out of his jeans.

His fingers pet your clit, gathering your wetness on them and then reaching around your shoulder to present them in front of your lips.

“Open, baby.”

Two of his thick fingers slip into your mouth at the same moment that his hard cock splits your cunt open. You hold back from biting the skin of his fingers, a moan muffled around his hand at your mouth. He’s fucking you hard, the harsh slap of his skin on yours echoing in the silent house.

“Who does your pussy belong to, pretty girl?” His fingers slip from your mouth and leave a trail of saliva on your skin as he loosely circles his hand at the front of your neck, a soft squeeze to choke you for a moment.

“Y-You, only you, Joel.” Your hand is in a vice grip on the sponge under the water, task long forgotten as Joel thrusting into you at a pace that makes you fucked dumb. A hard slap to your ass jerks a gasp out of you, his large hand pawing at the supple skin there as he soothes the mark he left behind.

Your jaw falls open, your bliss stifling any sound you could make as Joel brings you to the edge until another slap to your ass clears your windpipe with a moan.

“Can have me any way you want.”

“That’s right, pretty girl. Just mine. No one else gets you whenever they want, you’re my good girl. Takes what she’s given happily, don’t you?”

“Yes, Joel, always want your cock.”

A groan rolls from his chest, and you can picture his head falling back as he moves his hands to your hips to roughly tug you back against him in time with each of his thrusts.

Without warning, he paints your walls with his come, duck twitching sensitively inside of you while he moans your name. He stays buried until he softens, pulling out of you with a hiss and humming satisfied as he watches his spend drip out of you.

“You’ve been such a good girl today…I think you deserve a little treat.” Before you can question him about what he means, he’s on his knees behind you and spreading your cheeks. His tongue gathers his come coating your entrance, pushing it back inside of you.

“Better keep that there while I taste you, baby. Don’t lose one drop.”

“Y-Yes, Joel.”

His mouth expertly thrusts his tongue in and out of you, your walls squeezing around him to keep his come inside. His fingers that were once in your mouth move against your clit in tight circles, and you’re pushed over the edge he’s brought you to with his cock after only a short time with his attention solely on you.

Joel pulls away, watching you tense and moaning his name, a groan coming from his chest as he watches your come mix with his as it spills out of you.

He stands behind you again, tucking himself in his pants and pulling your leggings and underwear up again. His arms circle your waist, gentle kisses pressed into the crook of your neck.

“How’s I get so lucky to have you, baby?” you laugh and brush away his rhetorical question, his arms tugging you away from I’m the sink.

“I’ll finish these, darlin’, you go relax on the couch. I’ll be right in and then we can watch that show you were talkin’ about.” A chaste kiss is planted with a smacking sound, two oats to your bum as he turns you toward the living room. You look back at him washing the dishes, smiling to yourself as you echo his question.

“How’d I get so lucky?”

[dominimoonbeam]

if you ever have the chance, or whenever you feel like it, id love to request a david/darlin fic, where david has to pick darlin up after a bar fight and patches them up? take as long as you need to write this, you don't even have to haha. just an idea :) thank you, and have a great timezone!!

Anon, my fire, my daydream, my love... This was so up my alley and you are wonderful for sending it my way! This was really fun to play with and your ask was so kind! I hope you enjoy it. Thank you so much! <3 <3 <3

david/darlin

tags: hurt/comfort, scars, blood, longing, not quite together but obviously leaning toward it

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A Weird Way To Flirt

The rain pattered his truck. The storm seemed fitting. He slammed the door when he got out and stalked across the parking lot to the bar doors. One of the front windows was shattered but still in the frame. He curled his lip. He could already smell the blood and smoke.

He pushed the doors open and walked in to raised voices that quickly hushed.

A couple of department officials were standing in the middle of the room, clearly trying to break up the still flaring arguments. One side of the room was charred with a fire elemental standing there, arms tightly folded and heat still rippling off of them. Two vampires were yelling at the department officials, pointing and flashing teeth at the bar… Not at the bar, really, but at the shifter standing at the bar.

David’s shifter.

Darlin, for their part, didn’t seem to even notice the vampires anymore. They were tense, chin down but watching him through their lashes, careful not to actually make eye contact.

“Shaw,” one of the officials said with a relieved sigh and started telling him what they knew. That the fight had broken out, the vampires were saying the elemental started it, the elemental was saying that Darlin had started it, and Darlin wasn’t saying shit.

He never took his eyes off of Darlin.

They had a welt blooming on the side of their face that would probably become a bruise, the old scar in their lip had split open, and the sleeve of their jacket was shredded, blood dripping off their fingertips onto the floor.

"That dog tried to bite me!” the fire elemental shouted.

One of the vampires hissed at them. The room got warmer.

“Knock it off!” one of the officials snapped. “Or you’ll be sitting outside in the rain!” With a roll of their eyes they stepped closer to Darlin, but looked to David. “Tell this one to give us a statement so we can figure out what happened here?” They prodded, reaching out toward Darlin.

David growled low before he could stop himself. “Don’t,” he snarled. The official froze, staring at him. David shook his head. “Don’t touch them…”

The official blinked, blanching and dropping their hand. David couldn’t be sure if they thought it was a warning, as though Darlin might be the one to snap, or if they had any idea how close David had been. Either way, they stepped to the side, away from Darlin, and if possible, Darlin’s head dropped lower.

He stared at Darlin. “How’d it start?”

Their nose wrinkled, never want to be a narc… But they cut a glance toward the fire and then away. “I was at the bar when they threatened to burn the vamps. The bar fight started when they lit the drinks on fire.”

One of the vampires practically crowed at the department officials. “We told you!”

David didn’t care. He was still looking at Darlin. “Why did you stay?”

Darlin winced and shrugged. “Someone might get hurt.”

“Yeah! Me!” the fire shouted, pointing at one of the vampires. “That shit bit me!”

“And you tasted so fucking good!” the vampire shot back, the argument kicking up again.

David finally tore his eyes off of Darlin to look at the nearest official. “If you need anything else, call me.”

“We need to finish getting a statement…”

“They’re bleeding. I’m taking them home. You know where to find me.”

Darlin pushed off the bar, head still down. David led the way to the door, no one able to tell them to stop and the vampires and elemental back to shouting at each other. He got the door and held it, getting another look at Darlin has they stepped past him. They were walking okay on their own. That was good.

They took a breath and let it out on the sidewalk, standing under the awning and looking at the rain.

“Did you drive here?” David asked.

Darlin shook their head. “I walked.”

He nodded and waved an arm toward his truck. “Get in.” It wasn’t a question.

“I might get blood on your—” they started to hedge.

“Get in the damn truck.”

Darlin huffed but they marched out into the rain, toward the passenger door.

When they were inside, alone, the rain beating at the windshield, Darlin managed to sink into the seat like they could disappear.

David started the engine and turned on the heat. “How bad are you?”

“What?” Darlin exhaled, something nervous and broken in that question.

How bad are you, he’d asked. “Darlin,” he said, forcing his voice to be softer, like the smell of their blood filling his truck wasn’t making his teeth ache to defend. “How hurt are you? How bad is it?”

“Oh.” They blinked down at themself and then shrugged. “I’m fine. You can just drop me at my place.”

He huffed a hard laugh. Like that was happening. “We’re going back to my place where I can get a real look at you.”

Darlin tensed.

David cut a glance at them as he drove. “Or we can do to a clinic. Do you want—”

They shook their head, more animated now than they a had been all night. “No. I’m good.”

He bit the inside of his cheek. Fuck. They hated clinics. “How about Mary?”

They whined. “Come on… Please. I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding.”

They wrinkled their nose and sulked.

It was a relief to see them acting like themself. “Have you eaten?”

“No.”

David nodded. “Okay.”

“You’ve got to have something better to do tonight than fuss over some bruised knuckles.”

David laughed darkly. “You’re really going to try to minimize this, troublemaker?”

“I can patch myself up.”

“I’m not sure I trust you to…”

“I’ve done it plenty!”

They were raising their voice now, in a full sulk. Good. He knew how to handle this. This was much better than scared. “You have and I still remember that time you got an infection.”

“I did not…”

“You fainted.”

“No.”

He growled. “Yes, you fucking did. You had a fever and we had to take you to a clinic.”

They growled back, quietly, and went to cross their arms only to flinch and drop one back into their lap. They pinched their face and turned their head away to glare out the window.

“Yeah…” David grumbled. “How did that happen?”

“Vampire.”

He turned a corner, windshield wipers thudding back and forth. “I thought the elemental started the fight?”

“They did! But then they almost go their throat ripped out.”

David parked and got out of the truck. They took the elevator up. The rain tracks Darlin was leaving on the floor was tinted with swirls of red. They both noticed and they both frowned, but David knew it was for very different reasons. He opened his apartment door and flicked on the lights. “Bathroom,” he said, tossing his keys into a bowl and locking the door.

Darlin nearly stomped down the hall to the bathroom.

He ditched his jacket and grabbed more towels from the closet on his way. When he got there, they were trying to unlace their boot with one hand.

David put the stack of towels down on the counter and then knelt, waving their hand away and deftly working their wet laces open.

Darlin sighed. “You don’t have to do that. I can take care of myself.”

David rolled his eyes.

“The fight wasn’t my fault!” they burst, emotion cracking their voice.

He looked up at them, just as surprised as they were.

“I was just there. I didn’t… I didn’t do anything! I couldn’t exactly leave once it started. They could have killed each other…or someone else!” The words tumbled out of them in a breathless rush.

David reached up and gently pressed his palm to the center of their chest, their back touching the wall. He nodded, holding their gaze. “I know. I know, Darlin. You didn’t do anything bad. You’re not in trouble.”

“It’s like things always go bad when I’m there, though, right? Like, of course there was a bar fight. Of course, they called you to come get me!”

He kept his hand on them, knees still on the floor and eyes on theirs. “You have a sense for bad things, Darlin, that’s all it is. You don’t run away. You know something is off and you wait to see if it really happens and when it does, you stay to help. That’s all that happens.” He waited, feeling their breath and their pulse under his hand, and watching their spirit settle in their gaze.

Finally, they exhaled and swallowed, nodding tightly. One of their hands came up to touch the back of his against their chest, squeezing it for a second before letting go.

David sighed and finished unlacing their boots. “And you’re not the only one I get calls about. Asher’s been in a dozen altercations both with empowered and unempowered groups getting into trouble that he couldn’t just ignore and Milo practically midnights as a vigilante with Stealth.” He stood and gently peeled their ruined jacket off of them.

Their upper arm had two long cuts. After cleaning it up, he decided it wasn’t deep enough to need a healer or stitches. He wrapped it and then gently moved his thumbs down their arm, making sure nothing was broken and watching them for a flinch. They stared back at him almost smugly. He brushed his thumb across their knuckles and their expression jumped, lip curling.

He checked their other arm, those knuckles even worse, but nothing broken. “Shirt.”

Darlin stared back at him. “What about it?” they asked, biting back a smirk.

David met their gaze, realizing how close their face was to his. “Take it off.”

Darlin’s heart beat a little faster and that little smile almost broke free. “Weird way to flirt with me…”

“Getting you to strip down so that I can make sure you’re not broken or cut up seems about the only way to flirt with you…”

Darlin’s smirk faltered, heart pounding.

David waited.

Darlin swallowed and looked away, peeling their shirt off.

“Does anything hurt?” he asked, looking them over. They had red splotches on one side that he was sure would turn into bruises like the side of their face. He passed his hands gently over the area, feeling their ribs.

“No. The arm was really the worst of it,” they said, almost a mumble now that he’d made that flirting comment.

David nodded, finally able to feel relieved. “Okay. I’ll grab you some clean clothes, ditch that mess and clean up.” He turned and started down the hall to his room.

The shower turned on in the bathroom seconds later, the door still open.

Shifters had never been overly shy with each other. It was pack and they’d all seen everything. Still, the idea of Darlin naked in his place when it was just the two of them was definitely distracting. He tried not to think about it. He stripped down, tossing his wet clothes into the hamper and pulling on soft sweats and a clean t-shirt, pulling them out a few pieces of his clothes too.

The bathroom was slowly steaming up when he came back to it, Darlin’s clothes in a pile wedged tight into the corner. He put down the new items and picked up their old, adding them to the hamper and making his way to the kitchen. He had left over lasagna and set about heating it up.

Darlin was fast. He knew they would be, but he still wasn’t entirely prepared to see them in his clothes. He liked that a little too much.

Darlin held a hand towel to their lip. The split must have started bleeding again when they scrubbed the dried blood off their face. He waved them closer, gently taking the towel from their hand to get a look at the cut. It was a scar that reopened. It happened often enough that the pack had stopped freaking out when it did. Looking closely, he could see the faint scars around it from other cuts. This was just the deepest. David touched their jaw, brushing his thumb under that lip. They went still, staring back at him, holding their breath. He pulled at his core and tried to focus that magic into the cut. It was small but painful. Healing didn’t come naturally to him but he’d been practicing.

Darlin twitched when the wound closed. Their hand came up, dabbing at it and coming away clean. “Shit… When did you learn that?”

He shrugged, tossing the towel away and going back to preparing their food. His stomach felt suddenly very empty.

“Thanks,” Darlin said quietly, looking around the apartment. “Thanks for everything…I’ll get out of your hair.”

“You should eat first,” he said. “And that storm is getting worse. Unless you need to be someplace, you can hang out here.”

Darlin was quiet long enough that David looked back to see them watching him. “I don’t want to bother you.”

David huffed. “Since when? And you staying over has never been a problem.” He went to the freezer and pulled out a bag of frozen greens, holding them out to Darlin. “Here, put this on your face while I get dinner together. You can pick out something to watch.”

Darlin took the bag, fingers brushing his, that curious smile slowly pulling at their mouth again. “You might regret letting me pick the movie…”

David smiled back. “I don’t doubt that,” he grumped and then added, as if to himself, “But as long as you’re staying, I’ll put up with it.”

[allisluv]

Lucy gray comforting autistic reader when melting down

pairing: lucy gray x fem!autistic!reader

content warnings: meltdowns and harmful stimming (scratching). mentions of being overstimulated. other than that, this is really just hurt/comfort.

authors note: this is based off my personal experience as an autistic person having a meltdown. every meltdown will look different and that's important to remember!

word count: a little under 600

You could almost always tell when a meltdown was bubbling on the surface. Today is no exception.

First, you had ran out of your safe foods and then when you ventured down to the market with Lucy Gray to see if they had any left, they'd broke the news that fresh stock would not be arriving for at least one more week.

You had begrudgingly force-fed yourself a bowl of cereal, and tried to wash it down with a glass of orange juice, only to remember that you had finished the carton off yesterday.

It was relatively warm, too, which normally wouldn't bother you, but today it's a sensory nightmare. You strip down into nothing but a pair of underwear and your bra, but your body temperature is still too hot for your liking.

Your bra strap is digging into your skin and the lacy pair of panties that you usually wear feel too constricting.

You don't have meltdowns often, but when you do, boy, do you know about it. It might seem silly to a neurotypical person if they found out that you lost control because of a few things going wrong in your day, but to you, it was a big deal and far too much for you to process.

As Lucy Gray hangs up clean clothes in your shared wardrobe, she softly suggests having a shower to see if it'll help you cool down. While you know she’s only trying to help, it’s the final straw that sends you toppling headfirst over the edge.

You start to sob and rock back and forth on your bed, hands flapping as you try to regulate your emotions. Lucy Gray turns around and in a split second, she's kneeling in front of you, asking what she can do to help.

Lucy Gray has been with you for long enough to understand that your needs differ from each and every meltdown. Sometimes you need to be held, and other times, you don't want to be touched at all.

She takes it upon herself to close the blinds. She has a feeling your head is starting to hurt right about now. She’s back by your side in an instant, whispering. “Tell me what I can do to help, sugar.”

It takes a minute for you to get the words out. “Can— can you hold me? Tightly?”

Lucy Gray nods and gestures for you to sit on the wooden floorboards with her. She pulls you close and wraps her arms tightly around your middle. She rocks the both of you back and forth, all the while whispering reassuring words into your hairline and pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

When your sobs have dulled to quiet whimpers and you've stopped scratching at the skin of your arms, you whisper a quiet, "I'm sorry," into her blouse.

Lucy Gray tuts and cradles your head with the back of her hand. "You don't have to apologise. Not to me, sweet girl. Are you feeling any better?" You shake your head no, and she hums in understanding. "That's alright, darlin'. I think a nap might be in order, what do you think?"

[rosiefawn]

cherry. ♡

darlin’, i fall to pieces when i’m with you. i fall to pieces; my cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme, and all of my peaches are ruined… | title cred: cherry by lana del rey

warnings : 18+, minors dni, overstimulation, size difference, inter-species sex.

pairing : jake sully x f!human!reader.

“oh, fuck…”

jake can’t believe how lucky he is, how small you feel beneath him with your legs slung over his shoulders. he’s practically got you folded in half, fingers spanning the width of your middle and his face ducking into your neck, fangs grazing your skin. you arch into him, keening, whining, clawing at him with desperate little fingers. your head tips back and your jaw falls slack with every grind of his hips; one of his hands slides down to your hip and flexes, angles it up so his cock slips in another inch, knocks the air from your chest and you squirm.

“fuck— fuck, baby,” his lips ghost over your ear, breath heavy and hot where sweat’s begun to gleam on your skin. “that’s it, that’s my girl, doin’ so good for me.”

the fill of his cock stings, splits you open with an ache that leaves you gasping, whining and tugging him down, closer so you can press your lips to his. the only coherent word he can make out is his name as you sigh into his mouth, broken by your sweet little noises, breathless— and he wants more, wants to get you just as bothered and nasty as he is.

“can’t even say it,” he snickers hotly, moving down tongue at your neck and nip none too gently at her jaw. it’s sweet, the way your breath hitches, and it goes straight to his dick. “gotta fuck it outta ya, my pretty baby.”

your back shoots straight with a tight cry at a sharp thrust and his thumb at her clit, nails of one hand digging into his bicep, the other tugging desperately at his hair.

“that’s it baby, that’s it, c’mon,” he pants happily into your neck, hips picking up their past, fucking harder, stuttering with the restraint it takes to keep from crushing you, breaking you. “jus’ let go. i gotcha, i gotcha sweetheart.”

[rhodesrider]

Dinner

Drew McIntyre x Fem Reader

NSFW Warning! 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Teasing, Car Sex, Oral Sex

Request By: @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore ❤️

Word Count: 887

Drew fixed his collar and tie looking in the living room mirror waiting for his date to come down. “Baby we wait this long the goats and cows will escape from the kitchen.” He joked chuckling to himself some. “I’m coming!” Y/N yelled back down and tossed her heels downstairs. Drew watched them roll down and shook his head. “Lass if you needed help with ya shoes why didn’t you call me up there?” He asked, his voice echoing enough so he doesn’t have to yell. “Because the dress is a surprise!” Y/N said back. Drew sighed and made sure he had his keys and cuff links were closed in. He heard small footsteps, looking up he was speechless.

“Look at my little sweetheart.” He said as Y/N came down, she was in an emerald two sided split dress, beautiful studs on, her hair down shimmering from a fresh wash. She grabbed her black heels and headed for Drew, smiling and giving him her shoes. “Here you go!” She giggled. He smirked and grabbed her hand motioning her for a spin. “Now where did you get this dress?” Y/N started to frown, “Do you not like it?” She asked worriedly. “I love it darlin’, this just doesn’t seem your style.” Drew said looking down, seeing his hands were wondering already. “Well, Liv gave me an idea and I wanted to be outta my comfort box some..” Y/N said looking down seeing Drew rubbing on her thigh. She blushed while playing with her hair. “Well baby, you look gorgeous tonight.” He smiled and lifted her head with the touch of her chin. “Thank you D-“ She stopped and she swallowed her words. Drew looked at her with anticipation. He bent down to her ear, whispering. “What was that Darlin?” He chuckled low, making her blush more. “I was going to say Drew.” She quickly corrected myself.

He caught her once and he wanted to hear it again. He smirked and he kissed her cheek. “Let’s get going then baby.” He smiled, giving his hand out. She smiled and took it as he trailed her out the door locking it behind them.

Not even halfway to the Restaurant, Drew kept looking down, seeing her exposed thigh. He bit his lip slightly, soon handing his hand meeting it. She jumped a bit, his rough hands on her soft thigh. He rubbed it slightly while still paying attention to the road. “Drew baby are we close to the restaurant?” Y/N asked as she shivered at his touch. “About 10 more mins, why babygirl?” He asked low, touching the inner thighs. She blushed, biting her lip, her legs slowly opening like clockwork. He glanced at her, and down soon felt that she was bare. “Now baby, look at that. What was your plan here?” He asked as he turned off the road, in darkness. He snapped on a light, seeing his very excited girlfriend. “Show me.” He commanded, she moved the middle piece of her dress showing her wet pussy. Her breathing was shaking as her seat was pushed back some for Drew to have space.

“I don’t mind having a light meal baby.” He smiled, laying her seat back more. She squealed a bit, jumping, as his cold fingers started to rub her soaking pussy slow. He was so busy with work, she barely saw him. But tonight she just became a mess. “Now, you thought out could get away with that slip up huh?” He examined and took his fingers rubbing and teasing your greedy cunt.

“Who am I?”

She looked at him blushing and bit her lip laying back again as he licked her pussy, soon stopping since he didn’t hear his answer. “Come on baby say it, I’m getting famished.” He growled low still rubbing her pussy.

“D-daddy~”

She moaned out and he started to devour her core. Moaning at the sweet taste getting her legs up some for better reach. She held onto the seat moaning out. He moved rubbing her pussy again. “You like that? Daddy teasing that sweet little cunt? Tasting and play with what’s mine?” He said going back to eating her sweet pussy again. “Daddy yes I do, please don’t stop~” Y/N begged and couldn’t keep still wrapping her legs around him. “Mmmm fuck I know you wanna cum baby~” He said in a sadistic manner and started to hold her legs inserting a finger watching her squirm and whimper under his touch.

“Fuck Daddy, please Can I cum?”

She begged as she was so sensitive. She needed this release. He started to thrust his hand in more soon hearing her squeal and shake. “Cum like the good little slut you are. Cum for daddy.” He commanded. She shook and moaned out from her orgasm as Drew rubbed her pussy slowly, taking out his covered fingers. He licked it off hungry like wanting her more but they have reservations. He sat her up and kissed her slowly letting her taste her sweet juices. He pulled away from a hungry slut still trying to get herself together.

“After Dinner, imma drag you back to this car, same spot, and get my dessert.” He whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek starting the car.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 22

Masterlist

Series masterlist

Part 21 🍂 Part 23

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: None? Some more angst, maybe? Fluff warning? Idk?

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: It's unbelievable that I now owe up to part 28 of this story. I'm sorry I've been out of it for so long, I'll try to get the next part here a bit faster! @keanureevesisbae There you go, we're out of angst. ❤️

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @diegos-butt @beck07990 @peaches1958 @pandaxnienke

“Sy?” You turned around when you heard the door to the bedroom open. The room was cold, even under the blankets, and you were alone. Where was Sy? Was he seriously not coming to bed because of that fight?

“Lara?” That wasn’t Sy. It was Jules. Why was she in your bedroom? And more importantly: Why wasn’t Sy? The duvet you were under seemed to get colder with every passing second, until you finally threw it off you, but the air of the room wasn’t much better. You were overcome by involuntary, violent shivers you couldn’t control.

“Jules? What’s going on, where is Sy?” Outside your window, it was pitch black. It had to be the middle of the night. Why was Jules here at this time of night?

“You have to come with me.” Her voice was weird, flat, and her eyes were empty, as if no one was really there. From the hallway, a cold light lit up your room enough to see there were tears on her cheeks. It had to be bad.

“Jules, what’s happening?” Your voice trembled with terror, but it was nothing compared to what you were actually feeling.

“You have to come with me,” she said again, her voice cold and emotionless. Was she shocked? Afraid of something? You wanted to scooch across Sy’s side of the bed, but instead your leg fell over the edge of… it clearly wasn’t your bed; it was only half the size. Strange. You followed Jules out of the room into a long hallway, cold light, emanated by the fluorescent ceiling lights, bouncing off the walls and floors. This definitely wasn’t your home… It looked more like… A hospital?

“Jules where are we? Where are we going?” “You have to come with me.” It was starting to sound extremely creepy, and it stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Jules,” you demanded, “I’m not coming with you until you tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“There’s been an accident.”

Your eyes opened with tears in them, but you weren’t able to keep them there for long. All it took for them to stream down your face freely was your instinctive move of extending a hand to your right – where Sy was supposed to be sleeping. Except he wasn’t there. In a split second, you were out of bed, out of the room, and flying down the stairs as if your life depended on it. It wasn’t even a relief when you heard the sound that came from the TV in the living room.

“Sugar?” Sy said, definitely sounding more than a little surprised when you dove into his arms. “Darlin’, what’s going on?” He wrapped his arms around you, and you buried your face in his chest. You couldn’t speak, you could barely even breathe: You were simply too busy crying hysterically and clinging to Sy as if he was singlehandedly responsible for keeping you alive. He didn’t speak again until you had calmed down a bit, at which point you apologized a thousand times in a row for your hysterics.

“I had a really bad dream,” you sighed, “I’m sorry.” You couldn’t tell him what it was about. It was pathetic that you needed a dream to realize that a life without Sy would be horrible. Of course, he wouldn’t take no for an answer, even if it meant he had to practically pull the answer out of you – and he did.

“Oh, Sugar,” he chuckled, “I’m right here, not goin’ anywhere.” He gently ran his fingers through your hair, playing with the curls offhandedly as he did.

“I can’t lose you Sy, ever,” you mumbled into his chest, “you mean too much to me.”

“Do I?” You told yourself a million times that he wasn’t asking the question to be mean, or to get you to say something you weren’t ready to say, but you knew you had to give him something. All the feelings were there, why couldn’t you just say the words?

“Sy… You’re my first boyfriend, this is the first time I’m living with someone, and… Everything is happening so incredibly fast… It feels great, I have absolutely zero regrets, and I guess it’s just a little hard to admit to myself I’m really doing the right thing. Because I genuinely believe that, Sy.” It was almost impossible to fight back the tears, impossible to feel as if you weren’t just looking for excuses, but you had to explain. “I- My future has you in it, all the way to the end if it were up to me.”

“Part of it is up to you, Sugar,” Sy said. He was still holding you, the weight of his arms comforting around you, but you just knew you two weren’t completely in the clear yet. “I see a wedding in our future, baby. Ours, in case I didn’t make myself clear.” You laughed through your tears when he said it.

“So… House, wife, kids, the whole nine?” If someone had told you half a year ago that you’d be living with a guy – and not just any guy, but the love of your life – before the end of the year, you’d have laughed in their face. Yet here you were, curled up in Sy’s lap, feeling safer in his arms than you’d ever felt in your entire life.  

“That’s the dream,” he answered with a smile. You’d have laughed at that same person if they’d also told you that all of a sudden, you’d want to give a man a whole bunch of kids, but here you were… Somehow, his next words made you love him even more: “But Sugar, I ain’t talkin’ about no kids yet. We’ve got plenty of time.”  

Sy carried you back to the bedroom and tossed you back on your bed. You shivered as you remembered the dream from before, but that all went away the second Sy joined you, and he pulled you against him as he always did.

“I’m really sorry, Sy,” you said for the millionth time tonight, and he laughed.

“Me too, darlin’,” he said before kissing your neck – which was mostly ‘tickle neck with beard’ at this point, as he’d found out it would make you squirm. “I tend to forget we’re goin’ a mile a minute.”

“I wouldn’t change a single thing, Sy,” you sighed as you nestled yourself into his chest, still wondering why it was so hard to just… Everything changed when he did what he always did; the not-at-all-subtle signature titty-grab that he swore was absolutely necessary for him to get a good night's sleep. “I love you.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, which made you afraid you’d fucked up royally. Suddenly, you wondered if it was too soon to say stuff like that, but after four months of dating… Did you wait too long? In your defense, he hadn’t said it, either? Maybe you were just overth-

“You’re overthinkin’ this, Sugar.” You could tell he was smiling, even if you couldn’t see him. “I love you, too.”

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 513

McCoy

McCoy frowned as Christine reentered the lounge alone. She and Scotty had left together to make the appointment. She made her way over to sit with Uhura watching the billiards game. He turned his eyes back to the door and waited.

“Excuse me a minute,” he mumbled to Jaylah and got up.

Christine must have seen his moving towards her from the corner of her eye, for she turned to face him before he got to her.

“He’s alright,” she said before he could open his mouth.

“The appointment?”

“It’s for Friday after lunch in your room.”

McCoy frowned. “Are girls even allowed in our dorm?”

Christine laughed. “On occasion; for good reasons.”

“So where is—”

“Scotty said he wanted to lie down for a bit before dinner. Last night really took it out of him, huh?”

He nodded. His mind drifted, wondering how comfortable Scotty would be in the room by himself. After all, until that morning Scotty had always been a guest to McCoy’s room.

“Thanks Chris,” he smiled at her.

“Always.”

He returned to the table with Jaylah.

“I finished Just Leonard!” Jaylah grinned at him.

“Good,” he smiled. “Let me see.”

Jaylah handed the PADD to him and he read through her last answers. He smiled brighter at her as he handed the device back.

“They’re all perfect.”

Jaylah stood and hugged him.

“Thank you for the help.”

“No problem. I’ll see you later, alright?”

“Go find Montgomery Scotty,” Jaylah looked at him slyly and he couldn’t help but laugh. He gave her a wave over his shoulder and left the lounge.

A guard was standing outside the door as he reached his room.

“Your highness.”

McCoy nodded and opened the door. Scotty was lying in the bed that had been Spock’s. He turned to look over his shoulder at the noise of the door opening.

“Hey darlin’,” McCoy called softly. “Doing alright?”

He saw Scotty shrug against the bed in answer.

“You want some company?” McCoy moved in and sat on the edge of his own bed.

“Aye.”

McCoy leaned down to undo his shoes, then moved over to Scotty on the other bed. His fiancé shifted to make room. McCoy settled with an arm around Scotty.

“Dr. Hudson will see us Friday at lunch,” Scotty said quietly.

“In here,” McCoy added. “Chris told me. I- I’m glad we’re doing it. It’ll be good for both of us.” He squeezed his arm around Scotty, and felt the nod against his chest.

“It’ll be alright leannan. It’ll hurt but we’ll be better in the end.”

“I know love.”

Silence fell between them, and McCoy just enjoyed getting to have Scotty with him, knowing the other boy wouldn’t have to get up and leave at a set time.

“I was thinking,” McCoy started, “that maybe Robbie’s idea of shoving your bed and his together wouldn’t be such a bad idea in here…”

“What if they just split in the middle and we fell?” Scotty asked. McCoy heard a hint of humor in his fiancé’s voice and felt a wave of relief.

“Then the guards would come in and pick us up.” McCoy grinned.

“No thank ye,” Scotty said. “Knowing you, you’d likely be bare somewhere ye wouldn’t want them to see.”

“Hey!” McCoy chuckled. “That’s not true! But maybe I’ll have to start just to spite you for that.” He turned to look at Scotty’s face as he grinned again. Scotty was finally smiling.

“For real though, do you think we could figure out a way to push them together and make them stay?” McCoy knew Scotty would be able to solve the problem.

“I’ll think on it mo ghràdh. I- I just want to relax for a bit.”

“I know. You sleep if you want. I’ll be here.” He ran a hand through Scotty’s hair.

Part 514

Scotty

The first week back at school flew by. Their friends made sure that Scotty and Leonard quickly got back into their normal school life again.

The classes and regular wake-up and meal times also helped a lot.

During the day, Scotty was mostly distracted by everyday tasks, but at night, the fears and worries came. But the pills and Leonard's closeness offered Scotty a sense of security and provided comfort and safety.

However, when Friday came and Scotty walked to their room with Leonard and Christine, his heart raced.

How would the conversation go? What would Dr. Hudson ask and say? What was he going to answer?

They entered the room and Scotty looked around searchingly, not sure where to sit.

"Come here."

Leonard grabbed his hand and led him over to his bed. He sat down, pulling Scotty with him.

Leonard's bed.

A safe and secure place. A place of refuge. It was a good choice.

They hadn't managed to convert the beds to one yet, but mostly they slept in Leonard's bed.

Christine walked over to Scotty's desk and took a seat in the chair that went with it.

"I'll be here all the time, but... I'll stay out of it a little bit, okay?"

Scotty nodded slowly. It was all right with him.

About five minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

Scotty wanted to get up, but Christine beat him to it. She opened the door and let Dr. Hudson enter.

"Hello you three," the psychologist greeted the students with a gentle smile.

"Hello Dr. Hudson."

Leonard stood up and extended his hand to the lady.

"We haven't really met yet. Nice to meet you."

Dr. Hudson shook hands and nodded.

"Nice to meet you as well, Leonard. It's all right if I say Leonard, isn't it?"

"By all means. I'd like that."

Leonard sat back down and Dr. Hudson looked around.

"Where may I sit?" she asked, and Scotty looked toward Leonard's desk, which was nearby.

Dr. Hudson pointed to the chair.

"Over there?"

"Where ever you want," Leonard replied, and Dr. Hudson took a seat in the chair.

She pulled out her PADD for notes.

"So, how can I help you?"

Scotty swallowed.

"It's... it's really more about me. Leonard... Leonard actually handles everything very well."

And Scotty admired him greatly for it. The Scotsman had only seen Leonard plagued by panic attacks or nightmares once or twice at most.

He was like a steady rock to Scotty. He was a place of safety.

"Is that so, Leonard?"

Dr. Hudson's eyes fell on Leonard, who had grabbed Scotty's hand and was squeezing it gently.

"I... yes. It's not like I was injured. And-"

Leonard fell silent when he saw Dr. Hudson's look. She said nothing, just looked at him questioningly.

"I also... didn't lose my home like Scotty."

Leonard held Scotty's hand even tighter. Something was not right. Scotty could see it clearly.

"You're looking for reasons, aren't you?"

Leonard narrowed his eyes in confusion when he heard Hudson's question.

"You're looking for reasons why it's not as bad for you as it is for Scotty. Reasons to be strong. But how do you feel, Leonard?"

Scotty saw that his fiancé was swallowing hard. His eyes were wide and... there were tears.

[rookthorne]

Hehe. 😇

NAVY. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? THIS IS YOUR FAULT!

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝

It wasn’t your fault your husband was a marvel — all toned muscle and charming to boot. A woman couldn’t be blamed for staring, even if it had a surprise consequence.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☼ Farmer!Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☼ 355

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☼ Fluff, implied spice

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ‘𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Bucky was talking… making a point over how one technique of wrangling cattle was better over another, or maybe it was over the debate of straps versus rope. You had no idea.

All you could focus on was the way his chest moved as he gestured with enough emphasis I made the skin ripple, or how his arms — his strong, and quite frankly, ridiculously corded and veined arms — moved through the air as he made his point, a totally valid and practical point, you supposed.

But, why the fuck did he have to do it… shirtless?

“Peach, sweetheart,” Bucky scoffed, shaking his head, and you glanced up into his face with widened eyes. “My eyes are,” his hand moved up, past his pec and collarbone- “Up here. What’s goin’ on with you?”

“Nothing.” The quirked brow told you he didn’t believe you for a second. “What did you say?”

Bucky eyed you, his eyes narrowing and a single twitch at the corner of his lips betraying just how badly he wanted to smirk. “I was talkin’ about this new-”

“No, hang on,” you cut in, and Bucky fell silent, the quirk of his lips now purposefully amused. You gestured to his chest, huffing slightly as you searched for the words. “W-Why do you have to do this shirtless?”

“Why do I have to do this shirtless?” Bucky repeated, a cheeky grin now splitting his cheeks and causing the wrinkles by his eyes to beautifully show. “I dunno, Peach,” he mused thoughtfully, flexing his hands at his sides as he looked you up and down. “I think I might’ve done it to get a rise outta you, you'll never know.”

The shriek hadn’t even left your lips before you were swung over his shoulder, his jean clad ass now in perfect reach of your dangling hands. “Buck! Put me down!”

“Nope, darlin’,” he mused, his grip around your middle tightening as you squirmed. “I think my wife needs to learn how to stay focused–can’t have no one distracted now, can we?”

If you repeated your mistake, just to be taught all over again… Bucky needn’t know.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[visceravalentines]

Insatiable

Dad's Best Friend!Dilf!Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

3.8k words

Part 1 Part 2

Smut & fluff, age gap, dad's best friend, fingering, oral, dirty talk & praise, soft orgasm denial, very mild alcohol use by Bo & reader, reader is referred to as darlin', baby girl, pretty, and lady at one point

Alright who wants a weekend sleepover date with Bo Sinclair? Everybody? I thought so. He's gonna take real good care of you, darlin', don't you worry.

I just have to say, I'm thrilled so many people love this AU as much as I do. I did not intend on it becoming an ongoing thing but it's honestly such a pleasant and comforting headspace for me to be in and I'm so happy it seems to be the same for many of you. Also dilf!Bo is the soft dom we all deserve you can't change my mind.

Despite Bo’s instructions, you did pack clothes.  It took no convincing for your parents to wish you well on your weekend trip.  You felt a little guilty for lying to them, but the prospect of them finding out the truth was infinitely worse.

In less than an hour you were in the car on your way to Bo’s place just a few miles away, flush with anticipation.  His house was a cozy, blue-and-white craftsman with a well-kept lawn and thriving flowerbeds.  Per his instructions, you pulled your car around to the four-car garage in the back, typed in the code he had texted you and secreted your car inside.  With your overnight bag on your shoulder, you climbed the front steps and knocked on the door.

“‘S open, darlin’!”

You let yourself in, set your bag down on the couch in the front room and wandered down a short hall to a split kitchen and living room.  Many of the furnishings seemed to be antiques, smooth dark wood and worn leather.  Music played from a speaker on the counter and Bo was busy chopping vegetables. 

“Hey stranger.”  You rounded the kitchen island and kissed him. 

“What took you so damn long?” 

“I was just asking my dad if he needed me to pick anything up from you while I’m here.  I think you borrowed a drill one time?  Just wanted to see if he wanted it back.” 

Bo pointed the knife at you.  “For the record, you ain’t funny, and he borrowed the drill from me.” 

“So now you’re drilling me, is that it?” 

“Alright, maybe you’re a little funny.” 

“Do you need any help?” 

“I need you to sit that fine ass down and let me concentrate.” 

You obliged, perching on one of the barstools on the opposite side of the island, examining the intricacies of his bare arms as he worked.  You felt a little nervous and weren’t sure why.  Perhaps it was the sudden intimacy of seeing him in his own space, of being a guest in his home.  “What’re you making?” 

“Jambalaya, since you seem to like the taste of Louisiana so much.”  He winked at you.  “Now I am no chef, but y’all are incapable of makin’ decent Southern food out here, so I had to teach myself a few things.” 

“It smells delicious.” 

“That’s just onions, peppers, and celery, darlin’, welcome to Southern cuisine.” 

You spun your stool around to examine the living room.  There were a lot of framed sketches on the walls, ranging in dimension from the size of a postcard to almost half your height.  “Do you draw?” 

“Nah, that’s my brother, Vincent.” 

“He did all these?” 

“Mmhm.” 

You hopped down and moved closer to inspect a few of them.  They were simple, almost abstract, with just enough detail to evoke emotion, memory.  “They’re really beautifully done.” 

“He’s an artist.” 

There were dozens of sketches but hardly any photos.  You studied one in particular, featuring a much younger Bo, a shorter man with a broad grin, and a third man with long, dark hair covering half of his face.  The uncovered half was remarkably familiar. 

“Are you a twin?” 

“Yup.  That’s me on the left, Vin on the right, and our kid brother Lester in the middle.” 

“Do they live around here?” 

“No.  We’re all scattered to the wind.”  His tone was flat, not unfriendly, but guarded.  Maybe a little sad.   

Today was not the day to disturb those particular skeletons.  You moved around the room, exploring the bookshelf stuffed with mass market paperback copies of horror thrillers, the shotgun hanging above the fireplace, a beautiful chess set on the coffee table with pieces that looked hand-carved. 

“Did Vincent make this too?” 

“That was Lester.  The pieces are bone.” 

“Really?  That’s so cool.” 

“He’s a crafty one.” 

“I don’t know how to play chess.” 

“That makes two of us, darlin’.  Les may be crafty, but he ain’t always practical.” 

You laughed.  “Maybe we can learn.”  Returning to the kitchen, you put your hands on his waist, pressed yourself against his back.  “You have a very nice home.  Thank you for letting me visit.” 

“Anytime, baby girl, you’re always welcome.” 

“You have a very nice ass too.” 

“‘S all yours, sugar.” 

You tucked your hands into the waistband of his jeans.  “Are you sure you don’t need any help?” 

“I need you to quit distractin’ me so we can eat today.  Why don’t you open that up?”  He handed you a corkscrew and indicated a bottle of wine on the counter.  You poured a glass for yourself and one for him.  Bo took a sip and shooed you back to your barstool.  “Tell me about school.” 

He listened attentively as you described your degree, your favorite classes, the weird guy who always tied everything into the Divine Comedy no matter what the subject was.  He asked you questions and you taught him some of the finer points of your particular interests.  Before long, the food was ready. 

It was, of course, wonderful, and after dinner you curled up with him on the couch, your legs stretched across his, the summer evening sun bright and golden through the windows.  You looked around at the room and when your gaze wandered back to Bo, you found him staring at you wearing a lopsided smile. 

“I can’t believe you’re here with me, darlin’.”  He squeezed your thigh.  “Musta done somethin’ real good in a past life to deserve a moment like this.” 

You slipped your small hand into his big, rough one, scooted closer so you were practically in his lap.  “Lucky I came home for the summer.” 

“Lucky they kicked me outta the boondocks and I ended up in the suburbs fixin’ your daddy’s truck.” 

You laughed.  “Why did you leave Louisiana?” 

His smile didn’t fade, but it shifted, became wistful.  “Sometimes, you ain’t got no choice but to burn everythin’ down and start over.”  He looked at you knowingly.  “There’s a lotta ghosts in Louisiana, darlin’.  I pray you never meet any of ‘em but me.” 

“What about your brothers, do I ever get to meet them?” 

“Sure, at the weddin’.”  You choked on your wine and Bo laughed.  “I’m just kiddin’.  Not even a sweet thing like you can make an honest man outta me.  Yeah, I s’pose I’d introduce you, if they were ever in town.” 

“Are either of them still in Louisiana?” 

“Nah.  There wasn’t nothin’ left there for any one of us.”  His grip tightened on your hand.  Your eyes settled on the thick band of scar tissue surrounding his wrist, same as the one on his other arm.  You had noticed them before, hadn’t wanted to comment on it.  He rolled a mouthful of wine around his tongue before saying, “Go ahead, darlin’, you can ask.” 

“I don’t need to.”  You shook your head.  “Someone hurt you, I don’t need to know any more.”  He turned his hand palm-up on your lap and you ran your fingers gently over the marks. 

“I used to think that was the way o’ the world,” he said.  “Someone hurts you, you hurt someone else, and on we go, destroyin’ each other.” 

“What do you think now?” 

He looked thoughtful.  “I think life is more about buildin’.  I think the world is a dark and terrible place full o’ dark and terrible people, and if you find somethin’ bright and beautiful, you do everythin’ in your power to keep it safe.” 

You furrowed your brow, regarded him carefully.  “You’ve hurt people.” 

You watched the shadows flicker across his face, the way his eyes hardened.  He smiled coolly at you, flipped his hand back over, rubbed his thumb across your knee.  “I most certainly have, darlin’.  And there’s somethin’ about ghosts, they never stay put where you want ‘em to.”  His smile faded and he looked at you seriously.  “I will never hurt you.  I promise you that.” 

“I’m not scared of you.” 

He bit his tongue behind his lips.  “You should be, darlin’.  You prob’ly should be.” 

You set your wine on the coffee table, took his and placed it there too, adjusted your position and pulled him over so he was lying with his head on your chest.  He leaned into you without resistance.  You wrapped your arms and legs around him, rested your cheek against his brow, said nothing because you weren’t sure there was anything you could say that he would believe.  You hoped it would be enough to hold him against your heart, that maybe he would take the hint. 

Finally you ventured, “You’re bright and beautiful.  To me.” 

Bo looked up at you sideways, his devastating baby blues dancing with amusement and something else you couldn’t quite catch.  “You gonna keep me safe, huh?” 

“Absolutely.” 

“How are you s’posed to do that when you keep leadin’ me into temptation every time I turn around?” 

“That’s the trick,” you said.  “You can’t get into any trouble if I never let you leave the bedroom.” 

Bo chuckled as he sat up and kissed you, pressing his tongue delicately against yours.  “You wanna come see my bedroom?” 

“I would love to.” 

He helped you to your feet, led you down a short hallway and into his room.  The bed was king-sized with a big wooden headboard.  A sizeable dresser stood against one wall, an armchair in the corner.  The focal point of the room was undeniably a large art piece hanging above the dresser, nearly four feet long, an asymmetrical geometric pattern formed by pieces of wood slotted together.  “Did you make this?” 

“That I did.  I like woodworkin’.” 

“It’s amazing, how long did it take?” 

“Oh, five minutes.” 

You elbowed him in the ribs.  On the wall near the armchair hung three more of Vincent’s sketches, all curves and contours, tasteful representations of the female body in compromising positions.  “Bo Sinclair.” 

“Yes dear.” 

“You have porn on your wall.” 

“Take off your clothes and I’ll have porn in that bed too.” 

You couldn’t keep the grin off your face.  “They’re beautiful.” 

“You ain’t listenin’ to me, why you still dressed?” 

You turned around right into his open arms.  “I want you to do it.” 

He huffed.  “I gotta do everythin’ ‘round here.” 

“Alright, alright, I’ll do it.”  You pushed him away lightly. 

Bo sat on the edge of the bed.  “I’m expectin’ a show.” 

“Didn’t you get enough of a show this afternoon?” 

He smirked.  “I never get enough o’ you, baby.” 

Slowly, you undid the buttons on your shirt.  He made an approving noise, leaned back for a better view.  When you shrugged off the shirt and allowed him a full view of the lacey, front-fastening bra you had on underneath, his eyebrows shot up. 

“You wear that for me?” 

“Sure did.” 

He let out a low whistle.  “Do the panties match?” 

“Mmhmm.” 

Bo licked his bottom lip.  “Show me.” 

You unbuttoned your shorts, pushed them down your thighs.  The set was a rich teal, stunning against your skin, the fabric translucent.  Bo was reaching for you before your shorts hit the ground. 

“This ain’t allowed.  You keep takin’ my breath away like this and they’re gonna give me an oxygen tank.” 

You straddled his lap, hands on his broad shoulders.  “Has anyone ever made you cum in this bed?” you teased. 

“Just myself thinkin’ about you, angel.” 

Your stomach flipped.  No one had ever said that to you before.  “You don’t bring anyone home?” 

“I live a celibate lifestyle.”  You made a skeptical face at him.  “I don’t like strangers in my house.  If they want a piece o’ this they gotta take it where they can get it.”  He fell back onto the mattress, bringing you with him.  “You can get it anytime, anywhere, baby girl.” 

“I want it here now.” 

“Anythin’ for you.”  He caressed your cheek and you melted on his lips.  His hands were rough on the bare skin of your back and thighs but his touch was gentle and warm.  Your kisses grew fervent; you groped for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him, trailing your lips down his neck and chest. 

“I want you, Bo, I need you.” 

In a flash, he had you on your back, hands pinned above your head.  You gasped, arched your back.  “Want me so bad, huh?” he murmured, pushing your legs apart with his knee.  “Can you do somethin’ for me, baby girl?” 

You nodded quickly.  “Uh-huh.” 

He let go of your wrists and unclasped your bra, opening it up to free your breasts.  He circled his tongue around each nipple in turn, drew it up the center of your chest.  You threw your head back, moaned, squirmed. 

“I need you to tell me if I’m doin’ a good job for you.”  He trailed two fingers down your midline, hooked them in the waistband of your panties, pulled the front down to expose your sex for just a moment before letting it snap back into place.  “Can you do that for me?” 

“Yes,” you gasped.   

Bo stood up, stripped off the rest of his clothes, and settled on his knees between your legs.  “‘S just you and me.  You make all the noise you want, darlin’.”  He pushed your panties aside and slid his middle finger into you, eliciting a long, drawn-out groan.  “So ready for me, such a needy lil thing.”  He stroked the inside of you slowly.  “How’s that feel?” 

“Good….” 

Your focus narrowed to his touch at the exclusion of all else.  “You want more?”  You nodded.  “Use your words, angel.” 

“Yes, please.”  You whined when he added a second calloused finger. 

“I know, darlin’, I know.” 

“Bo….”

“You’re doin’ so well for me, moanin’ so pretty.”  His thumb rubbed over your clit and you cried out, bucked your hips.  “Y’like that?” 

“Y-y…yes.” 

“Tell me how you feel, baby girl.”  He did it again, firmer this time. 

“Oh, Bo….” 

“Use your words.  I know it’s hard.” 

“S-so good.” 

He rewarded you with a steady, circular rhythm, keeping his fingers pumping in and out of you at the same time.  You felt the pressure building deep in your core, canted your hips to push him in deeper. 

“What d’you want?” he said softly. 

“Mm….” 

“You want me to make you cum?”  You nodded frantically.  “I’m all yours, baby girl, but you gotta tell me what you want.” 

“I-I…I wanna cum.” 

“I ain’t stoppin’ you, baby.” 

“I….”  Your thoughts were scrambled, incoherent.  “I…want you….” 

“I want you too.”  A frustrated cry escaped your lips.  You were so close.  He was holding back.  “You’re doin’ so well, darlin’.  What d’you want?” 

You gulped in a deep breath.  “I-I want you…to make me cum.” 

“‘Course, baby.”  He pushed a third finger into you, shifted the angle of his thumb, knocked you over the edge in seconds.  He didn’t even need to ask; you wailed in the pleasure of release at last, felt yourself clenching around his fingers, heard him hmm with satisfaction.  “There’s my girl.” 

You let out a string of tiny sounds as you came back down and he took his fingers back.  He held your gaze as he sucked them clean one at a time.  “You did so good for me.”  He stretched out next to you on his side, tilted your face toward him and gave you a gentle kiss.  “Now…have y’had your fill, or would y’like a little more?” 

“More,” you sighed.

“The lady wants more.”  He kissed the bridge of your nose.  “Happy to oblige, darlin’.”  He slipped off your underwear, tossed it on the floor.  “I got love to make to you.”

You opened your legs for him and he aligned himself with your entrance, already hard, having worked himself up while he worked you over.  Bo thrust into you partway, slowly, grinned at your wanton moan.  “Easy, baby.”  He watched himself slide all the way into you with a lascivious look on his face.  “Look at you takin’ me so well.”

He felt marvelous inside you, filling you up better than his fingers, sending rolling waves of pleasure down your legs and up your body.  You grasped his arms, ran your hands over his shoulders, clasped your fingers behind his neck.  “You feel perfect, Bo.”  He kissed your wrist and lowered his weight on top of you.  You locked your ankles around the small of his back and let him sink deeper into you with a gasp.  “Fuck.” 

With his lips against your ear, he crooned your name over and over.  You clawed at his back, breath catching in your throat, feeling a second, rapid build coalescing around his cock as he moved in and out, steady and slow.  His teeth nipped at your earlobe and he whispered hoarsely, “You’re mine, darlin’, y’hear?  All mine.” 

“Yours,” you panted, taking his face in your hands so you could look him in the eyes as you collapsed around him, “all yours, Bo, I’m yours, Bo – ”

He groaned as he climaxed, gripping the sheets, spilling into you, lips parted, expression angelic. 

You laced kisses across his chest, ran your hands through his hair as he buried his face in your neck.  “You feel good, baby?” 

“You ain’t never leavin’ this bedroom,” he mumbled.  “Your daddy can come after me with a shotgun, ‘s fine.”  You laughed and squeezed him with your legs.  He kissed you sweetly, brushed his thumb over your lips.  “Lemme show you how the shower works.” 

“I think I can figure out a shower.”

“Nah, I gotta show you.” 

You followed him to the adjoining bathroom and stepped into the shower with him.  He held you close in the spray, resting his chin on your head.  The man could not keep his hands off you, insisted on soaping you up, caressing your breasts, your stomach, your hips. 

Before you knew it, he was on his knees in front of you, venerating you with his mouth, had you searching for something to support yourself as your legs threatened to collapse underneath you.  You ended up clasping your fingers behind his head, holding him against you, trying and failing not to buck your hips into his face when he made you cum for the third time. 

“Jesus Christ, Bo,” you said weakly as he stood up, gazing down at you with admiration.  “You’re insatiable.” 

“I like watchin’ your eyes roll back, that’s all.”  He turned off the water and handed you a towel.  “I’ll stop when you stop lookin’ so good.” 

He pulled on a pair of sweatpants, toweled off his hair, and kissed your cheek.  “I’ll be on the back porch, darlin’.  Don’t be too long.” 

You retrieved your bag from its place by the front door, put on clean underwear, took the liberty of rifling through his dresser for a shirt.  After pouring yourself another glass of wine, you crept out the back door and found him reclined in a deck chair on the porch, smoking a cigarette and watching the sun set. 

He looked over his shoulder as you approached and the smile he gave you was so handsome, so enamored, it made your heart skip a beat.  “Nice shirt.” 

“I thought so.”  You sank into the chair next to him, took his hand and looked around at the backyard.  Like the front, it was neatly kept, surrounded by a tall privacy fence.  The neighbors would most certainly not see you.  “It’s nice out here.  Peaceful.” 

“I used to, uh…landscape for a livin’.  And do little home repairs, cosmetic stuff, electrical stuff.  Comes in handy.” 

“How are you still single?” 

He laughed out a puff of smoke.  “Could be the emotional baggage.  Might be the sex dungeon.” 

“The what?” 

“You ain’t ready for that yet, darlin’.  Lemme tie you up first, see how that tickles you.” 

“Are you telling me there’s a sex dungeon?  In that cute little house?” 

“I ain’t tellin’ you shit.”

“Please?” 

“You gotta earn privileges like that, baby girl.” 

“How do I do that?” 

“Oh, I’ll come up with somethin’.  It’ll be real fun.”  He kissed the back of your hand.  “Y’got any plans for tomorrow?” 

You stretched out your legs.  “I met someone hot, I think I’ll spend the day with him.” 

“Hmm.  Someone from your peer group, I imagine.  Age-appropriate ‘n all that.” 

“Definitely.” 

He clicked his tongue.  “I hate to say it, darlin’, but I’m gonna have to kill him.” 

“Now why would you do that?” 

“I don’t like people touchin’ what’s mine.” 

You laughed, stood up and sidled over to sit in his lap.  He tasted like cigarettes and lust.  You slid your hand down his bare torso, over the softness of his belly, hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweats.  “You don’t have to worry about that.” 

“I know I don’t.”  His arm around your shoulders was warm and solid.  “Y’got any requests for breakfast?”  You shook your head and laid it on his chest.  “Mm.  Well I know what I want.” 

“God, Bo, isn’t your libido supposed to go down as you get older?” 

“What the fuck is that s’posed to mean?”  You giggled.  “Now that’ll earn you a trip to the sex dungeon, y’minx.  You best watch that mouth.” 

“Watch it do what?” 

He huffed, grabbed your jaw, gave you an open-mouthed kiss.  “Ain’t it past your bedtime?” 

“Ain’t it past yours, old man?” 

Bo slapped your exposed ass cheek.  “You’re gonna love the dungeon.  It’s real cozy.” 

“Will you be there?” 

“Oh, you bet I will.”

“Good.” 

He chuckled, hugging you against him, and kissed your temple.  The sun sank out of sight and the cool air grew chilly.  You yawned, struggling to keep your eyes open. 

“Ready for bed, darlin’?” 

“Yeah.  Someone fucked me a lot today.” 

“Hm.  I bet he’s gonna do it again tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, probably.” 

“You best get some sleep then.” 

Reluctantly you unwound yourself to stand up and stretch.  Bo picked up your wine glass, pinched your ass, led you inside.  You brushed your teeth side-by-side and then slipped between the sheets, cool and clean and smooth.  They shared the same scent as his clothes.  A thrill shot through your chest, cut through the exhaustion.  How could you possibly be this lucky? 

Bo switched off the light and you felt him climb into bed beside you.  He drew you close, so hot beneath the cold blankets.  You nestled into his neck, barely conscious. 

“Goodnight, baby,” you mumbled. 

He strung a crown of kisses across your head.  “Goodnight, darlin’.  See you in the mornin’.” 

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Breathe, baby

Personal trainer!Southern!Bakugou

Porn with plot, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism??, praise ig, implied pining, my shitty endings

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You loved the gym.

Not because you liked working out .

It was a pain when you woke up sore, or when you got sticky with sweat, even though the high of a workout is always worth it, and it meant you could finally fit into that tiny skirt from the mall you saw last week.

What you loved was how your undeniable attraction towards your new personal trainer made for good entertainment.

Katsuki Bakugou.

He was beautiful, new in your city, came from some place down south, and you're sure he knew every time he saw you how much you wanted him.

You couldn't stop gawking, always looking at his ass when he showed you how to do the squats, doing over his pure strength when he did pull ups.

You had arrived right on time, stretching before hand and making sure you looked good.

You strolled into your training room, already hearing some upbeat music and seeing Bakugou doing pull ups, grunting and muscles shaking from the slight strain.

You stand in the doorway, watching sweat trickle down his neck, into the wide neckline of his cami, which clung to his body, nipples peaking through the shirt.

His jaw was clenched, little huffs leaving him as he brought himself up again. The veins on his arms popped against his complexion, and you startled when you realized you were drooling.

You gave a soft cough, alerting him of your presence and watching as he hopped down, red eyes locking onto yours as his chest heaved, cheeks pink and eyes low. The headband holding his hair out of his eyes was slipping, so you went into action.

You dropped your bag on the ground, making your way towards him quickly. When you reached your hand out to touch him, he narrowed his eyes at you and stepped back, cheeks darkening further.

"Somethin' the matter, miss?"

You smile, body flushing at the way he draws out the formality.

"Oh, I just saw your headband was a little crooked. Wanted to fix it, was all."

He nods, giving you a once over before pushing it back up his forehead, turning to get a mat out.

"Oh I already did some workouts before I got here. Unless you wanna stretch me out some more. "

The wicked smile on your face doesn't go past Bakugou, his vermilion eyes widening as he steps back, grumbling under his breath as he turns back around, setting down two mats and sitting on one.

"We're doin' yoga. Noticed how yer' body was shakin' las' time so we're takin it easy t'day."

You give his strong back a dreamy smile.

Fuck, he's hot, healthy, and attentive? You could feels yourself start to swoon.

You make your way over to the other mat, sitting on your knees.

"M' gonna guide you through each pose, then we'll do em together, yeah?"

You let out a breathy "yeah" in response and watch as he rises to his feet, towering over you, before positioning himself behind you.

"Gonna touch you now."

Shit.

You feel a big, heavy hand gently land on the middle of your back, pushing you to rest on your elbows.

"Stand up, but keep yer' arms down f'me"

You raise your lower half into a standing position, arching your back forward. Bakugou goes to your front and squats, taking your hands and placing them in front of you so you're in downward dog position.

"Hold it there for 15 seconds."

You close your eyes and breath in, shuddering when you get a whiff of his musk, smoky and sweet.

"One"

"Two"

You peek open your eyes, looking up slightly to see him looking at his watch, counting the seconds down.

"Six"

"Seven"

You take the time to really admire him, his strong thighs, the way you can see freckles dotting the exposed skin, the way his shorts hug his waist, his top riding up on his abs and showing off a patch of hair trailing down..

"Thirteen"

"Fourteen"

You close your eyes at fifteen, pretending like you weren't just imagining ripping his shorts off with your teeth and running eager fingers through his blonde happy trail.

You're so caught up in your thoughts that you almost miss the way he runs his hand back down your spine, easing you down and murmuring a raspy,

"Good girl."

Before straightening up and walking over to the speakers.

Dazed, you watch as he puts on more relaxing music, walking back over to you.

"M' gonna try somethin' a little more difficult, kay? Let me know if ya start to ache."

Oh, you're already aching.

Aching for that di-

"Okay, I'll let you know."

He grunts in approval, twirling his finger for you to stand up.

He comes to your side this time, placing his hand back in the middle of your spine and bending you backwards slowly, humming when you reach your hands to brace yourself.

"Doin' such a good job fer me, yeah? Think ya can be a good girl and hold it fer 30 seconds?"

You almost audibly whimper.

"Mhm, I'll be so good Bakugou."

He starts counting, a deepness to his voice that wasn't there before, and you can feel your thighs begin to shake.

Bakugou can't take his eyes off of you, the way you bend so easily, taking his every word so nicely, eyes hazy and dazed and so so pretty.

The way your thighs shake makes him want to drop to his knees and sink his teeth into them. He wants to mark you up, leave bruises on your pretty ass and then kiss them better, eat out your sweet cunt and stuff you with his fingers when you get too loud.

He was raised with manners, though, and before he does any of that has taking your fine ass on a date.

"Thirty."

You breath out a shaky sigh, letting his hand guide you back down to the floor.

You look at the time, almost jumping in excitement when you realize your session is almost over. You need to get home now. Your panties are aboslutely drenched and you don't know how long you can go without saying something too bold.

Bakugou notices your excitement, raising a brow as he situates himself on his mat.

"Got smwhere to be, Miss?"

You flush, images of you with your hands between your legs and a certain blonde on your mind flashing through your head.

"Nope. Just wanna shower and eat my loneliness away."

He chuckles at that, sitting in lotus position.

"You have any plans?"

He looks up at you, studying your face for a bit, lips turning up slightly when you squirm.

"Nah. I got nuthin'."

You gulp, copying his position and fiddling with your fingers

"Well, uh. Do you wanna maybe.."

"Spit it out, angel, times runnin' out."

You bite your lip, the way he rasped the pet name had your head spinning.

"We could maybe get something to eat,, together? I can cook for you,, Like a date."

You're met with silence, and you feel embarrassment wash over you for a split second before you see a rough, veiny hand on front of you, then feel a warm palm on your face.

You look up and meet red eyes in searing eye contact, his lips curled in a smirk and cheeks dusted pink.

"A date, hm? I'd fuckin' love to Darlin'."

You squeal internally, missing his warmth when he pulls away to count to 30 once again.

♡♡

After stuffing yourself and Bakugou with some curry chicken, you invited him onto the balcony, sitting next to him on the swing seat.

You couldn't take your eyes off him the entire night. He was wearing a simple shirt and joggers, but the top hugged him so well and his sweats were low, riding up everytime he lifted something from the top shelf for you.

There a was a thick tension in the air. You wanted so badly to lean over and grab his jaw, to kiss him and make him groan, make him breathless with pleasure-

"Hey, ya listenin'? I asked ya a question."

You stratle, realizing you were staring at his face for too long.

"Sorry. I just wanted to kiss you- I mean,, fuck-"

Yeah, you shouldn't have drinking so much wine.

Bakugou’s eyebrows raise almost comically, eyes wide and lips pulling back in a grin, his handsome face inching closer to you until you can almost taste him.

"Ya wanna kiss me? Go 'head, I ain't stoppin' ya."

You immediately crash your lips against him, wasting no time in bringing your hand up to cradle his jaw, moaning when his big hand curls around your throat.

He tilts your head back, licking into your mouth and grabbing a thigh with his free hand, dragging you onto his lap. You roll your hips slowly, relishing in the groan it pulls from him.

He pulls away momentarily to suck at your bottom lip, biting down on it before kissing the stinging flesh.

He fiddles with the hem of your sun dress, gaze burning into you.

"Can I take this off, Darlin'?"

You pant above him, shivering at how sexy he sounded.

Damn, consent was hot.

"I don't know, can you?"

Your giggle is cut off by a moan when he flicks at your nipple through the dress, nipping at your collarbone.

"May I take this off, Brat?"

You whimper and nod, earning you another searing kiss before he pulls your dress up, watching your tits bounce out, taking a nopple into his mouth as his hand slides down.

He squeezes your doughy thighs in his hands, fingers pinching and kneading until he reaches your cunt.

You pray that he doesn't tease, you've been worked up for so long, and thankfully, he doesn't, slipping a finger into you and rubbing gently at your clit, picking up pace gradually and adding a second finger as you arch your back.

You pant and lean forward, hands lacing into his hair and hips grinding down onto his fingers. He groans into your nipple, moaning "harder" against you.

You comply, and he shudders, hips canting up to meet the downward roll of yours.

You feel your high creeping up on you, but you wanna feel him so bad, so you sluggishly push him away, earning you a confused grunt.

"Wanna cum on your cock."

Bakugou growls at that, lifting you up with one hand on your hip while the other pushes his sweats and boxers down, his thick cock springing free. You gape down at it, fat and veiny, flushed and dripping with pre as it twitches under your gaze.

His balls are fat too, heavy and round amd you just wanna take one in your mouth and suck till he creams from how good it feels.

Bakugou interrupts your staring with tap to your hips, slowly easing his way into you.

His thick mushrooms head pops in, and it burns so good. You feel like he's in your throat by the time he's all the way in, veins pulsing and dragging along your gooey walls. He leans his head back agasint the swing, mouth opening to pant as he move, feet digging into the ground and hips thrusting harshly into you.

His face is a dusty pink, eyes going crossed and drool starting to slide out of his mouth as he moans, hips picking up speed and fingers rubbing into your clit so good you almost collapse.

"Hah, yer so good, Darlin', fuck squeezin' me so good, gnna make me bussst"

"S'so close-"

"Mmh fuck, me too Angel. You wanna cum on my cock, Darlin? Cream all over me, make a mess of my balls and this cute little swing fuck fuck fuck- gnna bust baby, fill you up so fckin good."

You give a silent scream, arching your back and cumming hard, Bakugou following as he shoots thick ropes of cum into you, sliding down his base and pooling at his fat ball, still twitching.

"This is gnna be a bitch to clean up ain't it?"

@miggiisdumb @lady-bakuhoe

[firefly-in-darkness]

Head & Heart

Pairing → Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Characters → Captain Syverson

Summary → Will you give in to your heart or follow your head?

Warnings → A little bit of angst...

Betas → @princessmisery666 - thank you as always // all mistakes are my own.

Prompts → Mistletoe for @winter2112rose Christmas Event challenge…

A/N → I'm a little out of sync with the posting schedule for the event. But I'm getting back on track to share their story - if you’d like to be added to the tag list then drop me an ask ✨

PREVIOUSLY // A Captain’s Christmas Series List

Firefly’s Masterlist

Your body tingled with anticipation of what was to come. The excitement and desire of what the night could lead to was palpable in the small space of the cab of Sy’s truck. Yet the moment you stepped into his apartment, it morphed into nervousness and uncertainty. You peeled off your coat and scarf, hanging them on the hooks by the front door while your body, heart and mind fought over what you should do next.

Tentatively, you followed Sy into the apartment and towards the kitchen where he grabbed a couple of beers by their necks and removed the caps with a simple twist. His arms flexing under the black Metallica t-shirt. The want for him was growing as he handed you the bottle, and you took a gulp while he nodded towards the lounge.

Do you give in to your desires? Or do you just walk away now before anything further could happen, spare your heart of its inevitable break when Sy returns to his post in the Middle East? Your stomach dropped at even the thought of walking away from him, you would never do that to yourself, let alone him.

You knew you were being quiet and that he’d picked up on it. He was too hyper aware of people and their surroundings to have not noticed. Years of being in the army had taught him that, who to trust or to make split-second decisions that could be costly. There was no denying you had marvelled at the man that had reclined on the couch, his arm resting across the back, open for you to join him when you were ready. He was powerful yet gentle, a mixture of sarcasm and self-control, a man of impeccable taste in music and had been very, very, attentive to your needs.

There was clearly something between you, even after all these years. You had pushed down your feelings and hoped they’d disappear over time, yet it’s clear that you were drawn to one another. And like a gravitational pull, you had taken the seat beside him.

The fear remained as to whether you could handle the hurt and loneliness that was sure to follow whatever transpired between the two of you, platonic or otherwise.

A large hand cupped your face and brought your gaze to his. “We don’t have to do anything, darlin’.”

You smiled and leant into his palm, relishing in his touch. “I’m not sure right now, Sy.”

“Well, ‘cos of Christmas tradition, can I at least get a peck on the cheek?” He smirked at you and pointed upwards.

You spotted the mistletoe hanging off a photo frame of Sy and his army buddies, just above the couch. Your heart soared at the sight, it was as if fate, or Christmas magic, was helping you make the decision, overriding the turmoil in your head.

With a smile, you leant forward. “You’re worth more than a peck on the cheek.”

Sy pulled you closer, his arms wrapped around your torso in a warm embrace. Soft and chapped lips met in a delicate kiss; your hands braced on his broad shoulders. The whiskers of his beard scratched deliciously across your skin and the kiss was an exchange of passion and longing filled sighs. You pulled back, breathless, and rested your forehead against his cheek, basking in the scent and heat that emanated from him.

“Much better than a peck, darlin’,” Sy chuckled deeply, the rumble in his chest flowed through to yours. “How about we watch a movie?”

You looked up at Sy and nodded, he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and then leant away to get the remote from the coffee table while your heart swelled tenfold at his tenderness. He pulled the blanket from the back of the couch over you both and he tucked you under his arm and you instinctively rested your head on his muscular chest.

Your heart had won this time.

To Be Continued...

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