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rafescoke · 3 years

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All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, hella angst, JJ being an extreme asshole

A/N: you guys are truly amazing. thank you so much for the countless amount of love & support for my last works, i love you!

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“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re okay?”

(Y/N) emitted a laugh, her eyes focusing on the road, but her mind was somewhere else. She cleared her throat, “Um, I don’t think so.”

“Want to talk about it?” he said, and she noticed the grogginess behind his voice. She felt bad now, knowing that she had woken him up, but she was desperate for someone.

She couldn’t go to the pogues; her only friends, not when they knew. They knew all along about Kie and JJ but they didn’t try to talk to her. She thought about Pope, how he had looked so nervous around her since a month ago and how she had thought of it as nothing more than anxiety for his new upcoming scholarship application.

(Y/N) groaned, tightening her fingers around the steering wheel. Why had she been so naive? Why couldn’t she realize the signs sooner?

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked, suddenly jolting up from his bed when he realized how quiet she has gotten. Ever since they got close 4 years ago, there was never a long silence between them as (Y/N) always has a random topic to discuss about. He would tell her that he doesn’t care, but he truly likes the new information she’ll give him.

Like how the word ‘who’ is the oldest English word in the world.

“Like, the owl?” he asked, scrunching his face. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, licking the slowly melting ice cream, and Rafe had a sudden thought of stealing her snack.

“No. God, you’re stupid. It’s who.”

“Yeah, the owl,” he grunted, thinking hard. (Y/N) looked at him with her bored eyes again, and Rafe took a quick glance at the dripping ice cream.

“No, Rafe, that’s woo. I’m talking about who.”

“You should write it.”

Rafe watched as she used her pointer to write the word ‘who’ on the table using her ice cream. Rafe laughed, finally understanding the joke, and he smiled wider when she returned a grin.

“No,” her voice croaked, and she could feel her tears slowly rolling down her red cheeks. God, she felt stupid. Why would she cry over stupid stuff like this? She had told Rafe before that she couldn’t understand why Bella Swan was too sad over Edward’s flight, saying how Bella had Jacob all along to help her get over him. Rafe rolled his eyes at this statement, muttering something along the words of ‘this is a movie’, ‘Edward is hotter’, and ‘Jacob look like that cashier guy at the hardware store’.

But she understood everything clearly now because she too, felt like staying in her room for the rest of her life.

“What happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” Rafe asked again, finally standing up from his bed and walking towards his bedside table to retrieve his car keys. He rubbed his eyes, still so tired, but he wanted to make sure she was safe.

“It’s alright, Rafe, you don’t have to pick me up, it’s just, um-” she took a deep breath, “Can I come over?”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, not sure if he had heard her right. He waited for a few seconds, “Huh?”

“Can I come over?” (Y/N) bit her lips, making a turn towards the road heading to Figure 8 from the Cut. The road was deserted, and she looked at the dashboard to check on the time.

2.43 a.m.

“Yeah, sure, um, when are you coming? I just have to wait for you, so you know the new passcode of the backdoor.”

“You guys changed it already?” she asked, and she was surprised to find a smile creeping onto her face. “When was the last time I came over? 2 months ago?”

“9,” Rafe muttered, “But it’s okay. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

“Okay,” she released a breath, “Thank you, Rafe.”

“Yeah,” was all he said before ending the line.

Maybe she did missed him.

When she arrived before the white building of the Camerons’ household, she could see a figure sitting on the front porch, bending over something that (Y/N) assumed to be a phone.

Rafe was mindlessly playing Candy Crush, just starting on his third level when he heard a car door being shut. He jumped to his feet, ready to greet the girl, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the state of her.

She was still in her party clothes, her (H/C) hair in a messy ponytail and her makeup all smudged. He tried to think of a joke, wanting to lighten up the mood, but his deed was interrupted when she finally had him in a tight hug.

“Whoa,” Rafe exclaimed, putting his arms around her waist. He let her stayed in that position for a few more seconds, liking the warmth, and finally parted after he cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um-” she sighed, not looking into his eyes. “I got cheated on.”

Rafe was glued to his spot as he watched her wiped her tears with her sleeve, looking down to her glittery blue slippers. He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had prayed for his (Y/N) and JJ to call it off, but he didn’t hope for any kind of cheating to occur.

“I’m so sorry,” Rafe said, pulling her into a hug again. He rested his chin against the top of her head, letting the scent of strawberry wafted into his nostrils. (Y/N) cried against his chest, her face all scrunched up, and when she pulled away for the second time, she noticed the tear stains on his shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she rushed, trying to remove the stain using her fingers even though she knew it was impossible. She was too tired to think logically; she felt like laying in bed and watching Love Island until the day she dies.

“You’re still stupid, even when you’re all fucked up,” Rafe sighed, but he watched her from the corners of his eyes in case his words had struck her, but she looked like she understood the joke. She smiled weakly, pulling on the hem of her dress that had rode up down.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her by her wrist as he guided her through the backdoor to his room. He showed her the new passcode proudly, mouthing how it was his birthday date this time, and (Y/N) had emitted a small laugh.

Screw maybe, she did missed him.

“And still a mess,” she sighed, plopping onto Rafe’s blue bedsheet as she took a look around the room. The painting of a random boat in the middle of an ocean was still askewed, and his trash can were piling up. She made a face, pointing at the cause of disturbance.

“You have to clean that.”

“Sorry I couldn’t let you stay in our five stars suite, ma’am,” he said, finding an old t-shirt in his cupboard. “You know, since you barged in this hotel at this time, all there’s left is the 3 stars suite.”

“You’re calling this a 3 stars suite?” she laughed, tilting her head to one side. “Rafe, this room can’t even be rated.”

“Whatever,” he pulled out a yellow t-shirt, putting it aside before looking for a new pair of boxers. “Is your room still pink with that weird strawberry pound cake smell?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, crossing her legs. She was glad there were no crumbs on the bed, or else she would rather sleep in her car. “And that smell’s great. My sensory organs are blocked by all the dust you’re collecting in here.”

Rafe grinned, liking how she was back to her old self, and handed her the pair of boxers and the yellow t-shirt. (Y/N) muttered a quick thanks, her feet lightly padding against the carpeted floor towards his bathroom. She closed the door, leaning against the sink, watching her reflection in the mirror.

She did look miserable, and her eyes were all red and puffy. She always hate how puffy her eyes would get after a nice session of crying, having to endure the pain of soothing it down again.

She shook her head, not wanting to spend anymore time thinking about JJ or Kie or the pogues who had betrayed her, and tried to reach for the zip of her dress. After a few good tries she sighed, relaxing her cramped arms. The familiar yet uneasy pain coursed through her veins, and without wanting to abuse herself anymore, she turned the doorknob.

“Rafe? Can you help me?”

“Huh? Yeah,” he came to the door, closing his eyes before he halted right in front of the object. “Are you naked?”

“No, can’t seem to be, too. Can you help me unzip?”

Rafe opened his eyes, feeling his heartbeat quickening, and with trembling hands, slowly unzipped her dress and stopping directly at the curve of her bottoms, silently admiring the view.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head at the childish behaviour he just found himself in. “Yeah, done.”

“Thanks, Rafe,” she smiled, and turned to close the door again. Rafe listened to her breathing in the bathroom for a few more seconds, knowing how hard she was trying to ignore the aching feeling eating off of her. He wished he could take her pain away an make it his, knowing that at least he’ll have an excuse to snort more coke to ‘forget the pain’.

When she got out of the bathroom, Rafe had to stop himself from drooling over her in his shirt and boxers. She always look good, but she had never looked better in nothing but his yellow shirt and his boxers.

Rafe closed the light, remembering how she hates sleeping with any form of light either it’s tiny or big, and settled himself on the sofa. He wanted to give her space, not wanting to rush anything, knowing how tired she must felt from all the things she had to endure today.

“Rafe, we’re not 10. You can sleep on the same bed as I am,” she sighed, turning to face the other side. Rafe stood up, thanking the gods above, and settled for his new room.

“We never sleep in the same bed before,” he said, pulling the covers to shield himself from the cold. (Y/N) snorted at this statement, still not looking at him or even turning to face him.

The closest thing they have done to sleep right next to each other was in the car during a road trip, and when they woke up, they were both throwing disgusted faces and pretending to vomit.

“Stop it, you guys look stupid,” Sarah groaned, giving them a quick look over her shoulder. Rafe pulled his middle finger from under the blanket he was sharing with (Y/N), causing her to snort and struggling to hide her laugh.

. . .

“So yeah, that’s how you hit it.”

“You’re bluffing,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, taking over the club and watching the small hole in the distance, squinting her eyes. She took a step back, licked her teeth, and gave Topper the club back.

“See? I told you I’m right!” he exclaimed happily, clasping his hands together. He returned to the game, focusing on his goal, and hit the golf ball.

“That’s fine, I guess,” (Y/N) announced when he came back to the resting area, “For beginners.”

Rafe snorted, downing his mineral water before handing Topper the same bottle. Topper grunted at him, muttering how it’s unhygienic, but he took a full swing of it anyways, being so thirsty after sitting under the sun for hours long.

“We’re glad you’re back with us, (Y/N),” Topper smiled, removing his cap and fanning himself with the clothing. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked at Rafe’s expression, he quickly shut his mouth.

He wanted to ask her if she ever missed their old clique when she was with the pogues, but Rafe knew better. It had been 3 weeks since the incidence, and she had been doing so well in coping with the situation. They had been inseparable ever since, always attached to the hips everywhere they go; he couldn’t let one tiny mistake slip that can cause her another breakdown.

“Hey,” Kelce jogged to them, smiling apologetically at Rafe and Topper before placing a quick kiss on (Y/N) ‘s cheeks. (Y/N) smiled, knowing how sweet and gentle Kelce is, almost glad he still does the same thing to her even after they had not been hanging out for a year.

“You’re not dressed for the occasion,” Topper rolled his eyes, “And late. We’re already packing up, man.”

“I know, but I’m wondering if you guys would like to listen to Cage The Elephant this evening by the beach,” he explained, still heaving from his previous activity. He had drove straight from his home to the country club after getting 4 tickets to the show, excited to show his friends what he had gotten for her.

(Y/N) snorted, throwing her arms into the air. “Fuck off, Kelce. There’s no way they’re coming down to Obx.”

Kelce sighed, taking out his phone before showing her the proof in his photos. (Y/N) grinned, trying to contain herself, and looked at Rafe who seemed to be smiling as well.

“Thanks, Kelce,” she laughed, pulling him into a hug. They made her happy, and all the negative thoughts she had about them during her brief friendship with the pogues suddenly evaporating into the air. She squealed, jumping wildly, and she swore she has never felt this happy before.

Just them four. Like the old times.

Four hours later, (Y/N) took a step back when they arrived at the beach, the memory of what happened three weeks ago suddenly rewinding in her head. Rafe noticed how quiet she had been, and pulled her aside while Topper and Kelce went to check on the stage.

“Are you okay?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, nodding. She ran her fingers over the penguin charm Rafe had gotten her a week prior, saying how it resembles him when he sees her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him during that surprising moment, touched yet confused at the story behind the penguin charm.

“Okay. Do you need a drink?” he asked again, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, wetting her lips and putting on her usual smile. Rafe grinned at her, muttering how she’s doing so good, all while guiding her towards their two other friends.

“(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) turned to look at the source, not thinking much. She almost fell to the ground when she saw the person responsible, but Rafe still had his arms around her. He turned to check on her again, but followed her gaze when he noticed she was staring at the opposite direction.

“What the fuck?” Rafe yelled, pushing JJ’s chest with so much anger that he toppled over to John B. Sarah yelped, pulling Kie to her side, watching as her brother walked towards them furiously.

“Chill, man, I just want to talk to her,” he said, taking a deep breath. He noticed the crowd starting to notice them, and his eyes landed on a certain girl who was held up by Topper and Kelce, both asking if she was okay.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Rafe said, his eyes stern as he stared over JJ and his group of friends. “You have nothing to say to her.”

As he turned to return to his friends, his chest heaving from the near-fight he almost encounter with JJ, he bended to (Y/N)’s height to check on her state. Her eyes were glassy, her face red.

“So you’re fucking them all now like a whore?” JJ shouted, loud enough for everyone else around them to gasp, and some already had their phones out. (Y/N) was shocked at this statement, frozen on her feet, not knowing what on earth would make JJ say that to her.

He was never mean to her, even when they had a fight. He yelled at her sometimes, sure, but she had been the one yelling first. He never called her anything of that sort, not even during sex, where she had given him her full consent.

“You’re crazy,” she muttered, her lips trembling. “Go to hell.”

“No, no, because it has always been easy for you, right? You broke up with me, got on with Rafe, leave your own friends and come back to the country clubs?” he laughed, and she flinched at his words. If JJ had meant the pogues as her friends, then he was totally wrong.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Topper stepped out, and before he could finish his sentence, JJ landed a full punch on his face, causing him to fall onto the ground with a thud.

(Y/N) screamed, getting to his side as Rafe returned JJ’s gesture. Topper laid on the ground with his nose starting to bleed, causing (Y/N) to panic while she rummaged through Rafe’s backpack he had left on the ground for clean tissues.

Topper groaned, keep wanting to get up, but (Y/N) held him in place, not letting her friend go and hurt himself more just for her. She cried while she tried to wipe the blood, hearing the fight behind her.

“Fuck you! You stupid pogue! You should be in jail like your dad!”

Something cracked in JJ as he yelled something back in pure anger. He punched, kicked, slapped and hit Rafe who was already on the ground, spitting blood.

“JJ! That’s enough,” Pope pulled him back, trying to contain the wild animal as he thrashed to escape. He yelled more curses at Rafe while Pope tried his best to pull him away, obviously not done with hitting the boy laying on the ground.

(Y/N) cried, running towards Rafe’s side, cupping his face and looking into his swollen eyes. She groaned when Rafe’s laugh filled the air, not believing how he was still joking in a state like this.

“I’m okay,” he said, his breath ragged. “Don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Rafe stood up slowly and looked at the direction of the still thrasing JJ, hearing his muffled shouts with his arms around (Y/N) ‘s waist. He held her close as she sobbed into his shoulder, still trembling.

“Let’s go home?” he asked, and (Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice to follow him into his car. As disappointed as she was that she didn’t get the chance to see her favourite band, she wanted to take care of Rafe, who had been there since the day she found out about Kie and JJ.

The clock struck 12 in the morning and the grandfather clock in the living room chimed as Rafe groaned, feeling a certain girl with trembling hands and tired eyes gently wiping a cotton pad across his cut.

“Fuck! I said slowly,” he grunted, closing his eyes to decrease the pain. (Y/N) bit her lips, trying to concentrate all the while trying to contain her laugh. He hissed again when she dabbed on his cut, this time with his fingers gripping tightly around her wrist.

“I said slowly.”

“I’m doing it slow, asshole,” she smiled, and felt him softened when she finally threw the last cotton pad. She pulled the covers to his chin, fixing the front part of hair before going to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back, she found him still awake with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

“I really need you to sleep,” she sighed, “To heal your pretty face.”

Rafe grinned and though (Y/N) tried her hardest not to smile back, she couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in the pits of her stomach.

“You think I’m pretty?”

There was no use denying it anymore.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, getting into the space beside him. “Even when you are all fucked up.”

(Y/N) could sense his smile even when she didn’t look at him, knowing how soft he usually end up being when she compliments him. She turned to look at him.

“Are you serious about not wanting a girlfriend?”

Rafe turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. His insides exclaimed happily, liking the way his words had struck her. He meant what he said, but that statement didn’t apply to (Y/N).

“Why?”

“Just asking,” she shrugged, and made a move to touch his cut. He hissed, feeling a sharp pain soaring in him, but she looked so peaceful trying to figure out his wound.

“You can kiss them to make them feel better,” he grinned, and watched as she groaned, trying to hide her face against the pillow. Rafe laughed, and turned the lamp beside him off, knowing that he shouldn’t push it and leave her be.

Just as he was about to drift into a peaceful sleep, he felt her soft lips against his, to which it was quick and gentle before she pulled away, giggling.

“4 years.”

“Huh?” (Y/N) questioned, still smiling from the kiss she just initiated a few seconds ago. She couldn’t contain herself; he looked so peaceful, so sweet, and so handsome. She didn’t know why she hadn’t kissed him sooner.

“I waited for that since 4 years ago.”

“Now you’re just pushing it, Rafe.”

Rafe grinned against the darkness, and felt his heart soaring. “Can we kiss again?”

“Tomorrow,” she stated, and Rafe laughed.

Tomorrrow. The next day. Next week.

He didn’t care - as long as he will finally have her by his side.

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pawnshopbleus · 2 years

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GIRLLL, that robin x reader angst was amazing like the writting was it, i would love id you could write a part 2 bc now im invested 😭, no pressure bae take ur time and i hope ur doing well<3

I Was Never There - Part Two

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader/platonic Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary - It’s been three months since you caught Robin cheating on you with Nancy. Now, she’s back and trying to beg for your forgiveness.

warnings - angst, swearing, comfort, no second chances, fluff, Eddie Munson is GAY.

words - 0.9k

Part One Available Here!

YOU WERE lounging around your living room one late Saturday night. Your cat was snuggled up against you as you watched Rocky Horror Picture Show. You liked it for the plot, the plot being getting to watch Susan Sarandon strut around for an hour and thirty-eight minutes plus Tim Curry wasn’t too bad on the eyes. You were near the part where Dr. Scott arrived at the castle when you heard a knock at your window.

You weren’t expecting anyone so you carefully removed yourself from the couch and walked over to the window. You slowly opened the curtain to reveal your ex-girlfriend Robin. You shook your head once you made eye contact. She put her hands together and pleaded. You rolled your eyes and opened the window to let her in. She climbed in through the window, but her foot got caught on the window sill and she slipped and fell onto the floor. You tried to bite down your laughter but it escaped. She looked back at you and gave you a dirty look which shut you up.

“What are you doing here?” your arms were crossed as you looked at her.

“I wanted to talk to you,” you couldn’t believe her.

“It’s been three months since we’ve last seen each other and might I remind you, the last time I saw you, you were quite literally cheating on me!” you recounted the moment when your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach.

“I know and I’m sorry,” she sat on the couch, “I just wanted to come over here and figure things out. You know?”

“Figure out what? We’re done. We’ve been done since the moment you decided to cheat on me.”

“Please just let me talk,” you rolled your eyes once again, “Let me start this by saying that you don’t need to forgive me. I know I’m a total piece of shit and I deserve to fall off the face of the earth. It’s just that we were sort of drifting apart and I was getting lonely. Then Nancy started coming to Family Video like three times a week and we started talking. I realized we had a lot in common and things just sort of happened,” she explained.

“Things just sort of happened! What the fuck is that supposed to mean? She was my best friend and you knew that!” you shouted at Robin which made your cat jump off of the couch.

“Can you stop shouting please?” she pleaded.

“I need you to leave,” you said as you pointed to the door. You weren’t going to let her get a rise out of you. She wasn’t worth your time.

“No, please just let me-” she started but you interrupted her, “I said leave!”

She begrudgingly stood up and walked to the door. Before she left she said, “I love you.”

You laughed, “If you loved me you wouldn't have cheated on me,” and then you closed the door in her face.

After she left you walked to the kitchen and opened your pantry. Your mom recently went to the grocery store and brought home your favorite snack, goldfish. As you opened the bag, the purple phone that was mounted to the wall rang. You ran over to the phone and answered it.

“Hello?” you were skeptical, you weren’t expecting anyone to call.

“Can I come over?” the familiar voice of Eddie asked on the other end of the phone.

You and Eddie had become close over the last three months. He noticed that you would usually be alone during lunch and homeroom. He came up to you and asked if you wanted to sit at his table. You weren’t scared by him due to the fact that you once played D&D with Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will when they were 12. You were persuaded by them during one of your many sleepovers with Nancy. You found the game to be fun and you soon began to play with them every week until Will went missing.

“Sure. I was just watching Rocky Horror when she who shall not be named came to apologize to me,” you laughed.

“How did it go?” he sounded concerned.

“Not good. I’ll tell you more once you get here,” you hung up the phone and went back into the living room. The movie was almost done so you snuggled up on the couch and watched it until you heard the familiar van pull up in your driveway.

“Munson,” you acknowledged him once he entered your house. He sat next to you on the couch.

“So, how did it go?” he kept pushing. For the third time this night, you rolled your eyes.

“It was…something else. First, she said that she was getting lonely because we weren’t spending time together. Then, she says that she and Nancy had a lot in common, and then things just sort of happened. Where does she get off? And then, before she left she told me she loved me. What a joke,” you went on.

“Are you serious?” you nodded and he laughed, “She works at Family Video, what do you expect?”

“At least we're not together anymore,” you slumped back on the couch, “Being a lesbian in a small town sucks.”

“Imagine being gay in a small town. I don’t have many options either.”

“That’s not true. I've seen the way Jeff looks at you. He seems very interested,” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively.

“Pfffffff. Wait, really?” he leaned in and you laughed. “Messing with my feelings is not funny,” he crossed his arms.

“Yes it is Munson, yes it is.”

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anzynai · 3 years

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hey shawty bae, write something for lee scaramouche pwease pwease with a cherry on top 🥺🥺🥺🥶🥺🥺 ler can be whoever you want 💕

Melodic Sounds

(Scaramouche x Kazuha)

a/n: my first request since i reopened them finished! ahh i love kazuscara so much, it has to be one of my favorites! but “anon”, you are weird asf like what if i don’t want cherries on top? what if i want strawberries? you should know my tastes better BUT since i’m nice, guess what? i did your request anyway so.. enjoy (or else)~ ALSO, IF YOURE NOT THIS ANON I HOPE YOU HABE A WONDERFUL DAY AND I HOPE YOU LIKE MY FIC <3

word count: 1.4k

summary: scaramouche didn’t have the best day so he decides to annoy his boyfriend.

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Most evenings, Kazuha would play a song on his leaf instrument. And most evenings, Scaramouche would be uncharacteristically quiet and jus listen. Kazuha was an extraordinary musician, and the harbinger enjoyed listening to him play. Especially knowing he was Kazuha’s only audience and he only played for him, it made Scaramouche feel special and loved.

But some nights, when Scaramouche has a bad day and he would refuse to talk about it, he would express his anger through more.. interruptive ways. It could be random, the harbinger was quite unpredictable. Some days he could be loudly chewing his food, or tapping his foot on the ground too hard that Kazuha loses his tune, or some more childish ways include teasingly poking and tickling his boyfriend. Today was one of those nights, where Scaramouche was in a rotten mood and was sure to let Kazuha know.

When Kazuha was about a quarter into the song, Scaramouche decided to poke Kazuha in the side, causing the leaf whistle to suddenly pipe up an octave. Kazuha shot him an unamused and unsurprised glance but all Scaramouche did was smirk. Kazuha just rolled his eyes, putting the whistle back to his lips.

And yet, right as he was about to take a deep breath, Scaramouche scribbled at his side again. Kazuha jumped, clamping his arms to his sides and let out a gasp.

“Scara…” Kazuha mumbled, as Scaramouche pulled his hand away innocently.

“I’m not doing anything.” He spoke, expressionless, though, he was trying to keep the amused smile from appearing on his face. Anywhere else, it wouldn’t be difficult at all but he found that he could rarely ever hide his true emotions from his lover, and if he could, it proved to be quite tricky. “Come on, aren’t you going to continue playing?”

“Are you going to stop interrupting?” Scaramouche didn’t say anything and although Kazuha didn’t believe he would stop his antics, he continued anyway. He picked up where he left off, Scaramouche barely listened, just waiting for Kazuha to let his guard down.

It didn’t take too long, Scaramouche was surprised. Normally, his boyfriend wouldn’t be so relaxed so easily. He also would have been more suspicious if he had thought on it a little more. Scaramouche didn’t mind, though, a small grin creeping onto his face as he lifted his hand, bringing it closer and closer to Kazuha’s sensitive skin before… Kazuha caught his hand before he had a chance to react.

“Did you really think I’d let my guard down so easily, Scaramouche?” Kazuha spoke, a calm expression planted on his face.

“It’s always too easy. You’re too ticklish.” Scaramouche half-heartedly snapped. He couldn’t help but give a snarky response back. Within a few seconds, he learned that he would regret his words when his boyfriend tackled him back, so he was laying on his back. He pinned his arms above his head, almost too easily.

“Too easy? And what about you?” Kazuha had a smug expression on his face that Scaramouche did not like one bit. Although, he wasn’t sure that mattered much because there was a lot about the situation he didn’t like. He had been dating Kazuha for years but was still hesitant about being so.. vulnerable, weak, and flustered around him.

He didn’t have much time to think about it because his boyfriend had already brought his free hand to Scaramouche’s side, just resting it there and letting Scaramouche’s nerves flare up a notch. Still, he tried to hide his flustered state, turning his head away from Kazuha and hiding his face in his shoulder.

“What about me? I’m not ticklish.” Scaramouche denied. He would have been crossing his arms if he wasn’t pinned to the bed.

“Scara, you and I both know that’s not true.” Yet, Scaramouche didn’t relent, just turning his head further. Kazuha sighed, hopelessly. “Shall I prove you wrong, then?” No response.

Kazuha slowly lifted his hand, which was laying on Scaramouche’s side, curling it downward and teasingly wiggling his fingers. Scaramouche tried to hide the growing blush on his face and an unwilling smile, but Kazuha’s expression told him his efforts were fruitless and he had definitely noticed. When Kazuha’s fingers finally touched Scaramouche’s side, Scaramouche began squirming, against his control, no matter how much he tried to stop it. This isn’t the first time Kazuha had tickled him, but it was embarrassing all the same.

“You say you’re not ticklish but you have very similar reactions to a ticklish person.”

“S-shuhut up!” Scaramouche retorted, biting his lip in a poor attempt to contain the laughter bubbling up from the back of his throat. He knew he wasn’t going to keep his act up for long, but he’d be caught dead before he ever admitted it.

When Kazuha started poking and prodding at his lower body, like his hips and his thighs, he found it was a lot more difficult. He even surprised himself that he still hadn’t cracked.

But of course, when his boyfriend skittered his fingers across the area right above Scaramouche’s knee, he let out a squeal and kicked his legs out before he could even attempt to hide it. Once the first few giggles left his throat, he couldn’t stop, unable to find the willpower to conceal his reactions again.

“Y-youhuhu jeheherk! Stahahap thahahat! You’re sohoho a-annohohoying!” Scaramouche spat out, noticing the way Kazuha’s face had visibly gotten brighter which was a very clear sign that he was enjoying it way more than Scaramouche was.

“I love your laugh, Scara. It’s so melodic I could fall asleep to it.” Scaramouche did not like the way he felt his face heat up upon listening to that phrase. Scaramouche hated his laugh, it sounded so loud and so obnoxious.

“Nohohoho, it’s nahahat!” Scaramouche shook his head, still trying to fight Kazuha’s strong grip. “I h-hATE IHIHIT!” Kazuha made a show of frowning at that.

“I guess I’ll have to show you how beautiful your laughter sounds.” Kazuha sighed, as he began squeezing his knee instead of the scribbling motions he used earlier, letting go of the hand he was using to pin Scaramouche down. It took Scaramouche a moment to realize, but when he did, he took one hand to cover his mouth and the other weakly pushed against Kazuha’s nimble fingers.

“KahahAZUHAHA! PLEhehease!” Scaramouche tried saying, but realized it was more muffled to be comprehensible. Kazuha also noticed the more muffled laughter, shaking his head.

“Let me hear your laughter, Scara. Please?” He lessened the intensity of his tickle attack, allowing Scaramouche to speak. Scaramouche looked at his boyfriend, who seemed genuinely worried he pushed him too far.

“Fihihine…” Scaramouche relented, giving up on trying to escape. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t handle it. He was just, a little embarrassed is all. But then again, it’s Kazuha. They had been dating for almost two years and he trusted Kazuha with his life. It’s a small price to pay to make his boyfriend happy. Scaramouche smiled at the way Kazuha’s mood instantly lifted.

Kazuha started from square one, squeezing and kneading at Scaramouche’s sides as Scaramouche instantly bursted into carefree giggles, not bothering to try and hide it like he had been earlier.

“I don’t know why you dislike your laugh so much but I find it quite mesmerizing.” Scaramouche didn’t say anything but he shook his head again in denial. “Tell me your laugh is beautiful, Scara. I think it is and you should too.”

Scaramouche still didn’t say anything, too busy laughing his head off. Scaramouche’s laughter raised an octave when Kazuha began trailing off to his lower body again. This time, though, he didn’t try for his hips or thighs, although those were still pretty ticklish but right to his knees.

“W-wAhAHAHA KAHAHAZ!” Scaramouche shrieked, already half-regretting his decision. “nOHOHO M-MoREEHEHE!” He expected Kazuha to stop right then, but Kazuha wanted to do one last thing.

“Say your laugh is beautiful and I’ll stop.” Kazuha said and Scaramouche’s eyes widened, already feeling his face turn a new shade of red.

“W-WHAHAHAT?!” Scaramouche squealed, unsure he had heard him correctly.

“Tell me how beautiful your laugh is.” Kazuha repeated, kneading an especially sensitive part above his knee.

“O-OKAHAHAY OKAY! MY LAHAHAUGH IS BEAHAUTIFUHUHL! N-nOW STahAP!” And so Kazuha did, finally giving Scaramouche time to breathe, his face as red as Jueyun chili.

“Your laugh really is adorable, even if you don’t seem to think so.” Kazuha insisted, again. Scaramouche grumbled, hiding his face in the pillow.

“Fine! If you won’t change your mind, so be it!” Scaramouche huffed, waving his hand dismissively in the air. He was grateful that his face was still in the pillow because otherwise, Kazuha definitely would have noticed the smile creeping up onto his face. Even if the way he was being “cheered up” involved him screaming and thrashing like a maniac, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a lot better.

#kazuha #scaramouche #kazuscara #ticklish scaramouche #ticklish kazuha #lee!scaramouche #and a little bit of #lee!kazuha #ler!kazuha #and also a little bit of #genshin impact #tickle fics #tickle fic #jai’s fic

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he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle · 3 years

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I am getting a lot of asks about Misha's separation, so I figured I'd collect what I want to say in a single post rather than turning into an ask blog.

There's an excellent kdrama called Matrimonial Chaos starring Bae Doo Na (you may remember her as Sun from Sense8) and Son Seok Koo (who played her Sense8 love interest, Inspector Moon). In it Doo Na's character has divorced her husband and is writing a children's book based on her own relationship with her ex-husband, who she still co-habitates with because of their financial insecurity.

One day, in a thinly veiled attempt to determine if she and her ex are going to reconcile, her editor asks her how the book will end.

She says, "I feel like it should have a happy ending, but--"

"What is a happy ending?," her editor interrupts. "Living together again? Getting back together? Is living together really a happy ending?"

"Huh?"

He turns to her and very deliberately asks, "Why do you think parting ways isn't a happy ending?"

And the message is clear: people get divorced for the same reason they get married -- to be happy.

My husband and I were married for 24 years before we separated during the beginning of the pandemic last year. It's not a shame. It's a damn success story.

24 years when the average marriage only lasts 7! 24 years of growth and commitment and excellent communication and polyamorous loving. 24 years. 3 brilliant children.

People want to give me condolences, but I know I deserve congratulations.

The truth is, relationships are hard work. I still love my husband, and he still loves me. We literally separated at a time when our marriage was the best it's ever been.

But because it was so good, we had the grace to acknowledge that romantically, we had simply grown apart. We knew through decades of experience that the little and big ways we unavoidably kept hurting each other weren't going to change. We were just different people than we had been, and that's okay.

It's better to separate and stop the hurt. If you really love your partner and see that some fundamental part of who you are keeps hurting them, some part of you that you either can not or will not change, then isn't giving them the freedom to go and heal the most loving thing you can do?

In another scene in Matrimonial Chaos, they say, "There is no sin in drifting apart, only in beating each other up over it."

So, please, for the love of all that is holy, give the man some space. I'm sure Misha and Vicki did the best they could with what they had for as long as possible (because that's what we all do). Stop acting like their separation is the death of love or some terrible tragedy or writing RPF in your heads when the truth is you don't know him.

I know we sometimes feel like we do, but that's just our parasocializing brains being stimulated. We don't know jack, and we really don't even have enough of a window into their lives to even speculate.

#misha collins #vicki vantoch #misha x vicki #cockles #misha x darius #misha's separation #some things i still can't tell you #poetry misha #2021 #look at me answering asks #also if you are recently separated or divorced go watch this kdrama and save yourself a few months of therapy bills #it's really wise

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 3 years

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Nice To Meet You

Bucky x Wilson!reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut (duh, so kids go home.), Godzilla Vs Kong spoiler

A/N: I’m trying to get back to it. I’m so rusty, so please bear with me. 😩

Also, this story has unprotected sex. Remember that this is just fiction and if he ain’t got no rubber then he can’t be your lover.

Word Count: 3,554 (My bad.)

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You pulled into the driveway of the home you shared with your older siblings and nephews. You popped the trunk before getting out in preparation to get the many groceries you'd just bought.

You were bent over in the trunk when you heard a man's voice.

"Excuse me?" He called out.

You stopped what you were doing and turned to him. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm looking for Sam Wilson, does he live here?" He asked.

"Yes, he does, but he isn't here right now." You answered.

"Oh okay, um, I'm —" he started.

"I know who you are," you interrupted him. I'm Y/N Wilson."

"I didn't know Sam was married," he said shocked.

You turned around and pulled a case of water from the trunk and gave it to him. Then sat another on top of it.

"I'm not Sam's wife. I'm his youngest sister." You told him and hooked bags onto his arms. "This way," you led him to the large porch and into the house.

You walked him into the kitchen where he set everything down, thanked him and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge for him.

"I didn't know Sam had a sister. It's nice to meet you," he reached out to shake your hand.

You grabbed the gloved hand and shook it.

"Sam won't be back until tomorrow. He and Sarah went to get supplies for the boat a few towns over and they’re staying the night."

"Sam has a boat?" He asked, confused.

"What exactly do you know about my brother?"

"Not much, I guess," he shrugged.

"Wow, a man risks his life and has to go on the run for two years because of you and you couldn't take the time to ask him about his life or family?" You raised your brow at him.

"Okay, I deserved that," he agreed.

"Mmm hmm," you turned to put the groceries away.

"Uh, I'll come back tomorrow when Sam's here."

"How'd you get here? I didn't see a car out there."

"I kind of walked from the bus station," he scratched the back of his neck.

"And where are you staying?" You followed up.

"I'm good at figuring those things out."

"Right," you rolled your eyes. "You can stay here tonight. I have to meet my brother and sister at the docks tomorrow and we can just ride up together."

"Oh, no, I don't want to impose. I'll be fine." He insisted.

"Have you eaten?" You asked.

His stomach decided to growl loudly at that moment. It wasn't exactly unusual for Bucky to forget to eat.

"I'm gonna fry some fish for lunch. The guest room is the third room on the left upstairs. You can put your things in there. Also, lose the gloves. You don't have to hide who you are here."

Bucky smiled at your back and followed your instructions. He looked at all of the family photos on the wall as he made his way to the room.

He felt bad for the twinge of jealousy in the pit of his stomach at how happy you all looked. He wished he still had photos of his family to look back on.

Bucky put his bag on the big plush bed and changed his shirt. He was happy you said he didn't have to hide who he was there. It was hot as hell with those gloves on.

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When he returned to the kitchen you were already outside lighting up the deep fryer.

"Anything I can help with?" He asked when he walked out onto the deck.

"Absolutely, you can make the salad," you handed him the ingredients and a knife.

The two of you worked in silence until you were finished and sat down to eat.

"Thank you for letting me stay here," he finally said.

"Of course, you're Sam's friend."

"I don't know about friends. More like coworkers," he laughed.

"Wow, is that a smile? You should do it more often. It's nice." You suggested.

Bucky turned red. He couldn't remember when he was complimented last for a non violent act.

"So, why are you here, Mr. Barnes?"

"Just needed to talk to Sam about some things and you can call me Bucky."

"I hope you aren't here to talk to him about the shield. We tried to talk him out of it at first, but he made a decision and just like the rest of us, you need to respect that."

"He gave it away," he said with an attitude.

"Actually, he didn't. He put it away, there's a difference. And maybe if you tried to understand his choices instead of having an attitude about it, you'd understand why he did what he did." You matched his fire.

"Either way, I'm taking it back, because he deserves it. He's the only one who should have it."

"I agree, but I won't let you give him anymore shit about what he felt was right."

"I thought Sam was the superhero in this family?" He asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, Sam protects the world and I protect Sam. You should be happy you're talking to me and not Sarah though, she would've punched you by now," you got up and took your empty plate inside.

Bucky chuckled and watched as you walked away. His intention wasn't to come there and talk about the shield, but he still admired the way you had your brother's back.

When you walked back out you had two drinks in your hands. You sat one down in front of him and went to your chair.

"What's this?" He asked, looking at the red and orange drink.

"A tequila sunrise. Heavy on the tequila," you sipped from your straw.

"You know I can't get drunk, right?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, the serum speeds up my metabolism, so I can't get drunk," he shrugged as he took a huge gulp.

"I'm sure that sucks."

"You have no idea."

You sat outside and talked until the sun went down and then you went inside to clean up the kitchen. You washed dishes while Bucky dried them off and put them away.

Bucky's phone was sitting on the table when you first heard the familiar dating app notification sound. You ignored it, but by the third time you finally asked if he was gonna check it.

"It's probably no one," he said.

"No one? You're getting matches like crazy. Let's see if they're any good," you picked up the phone.

"What? No, absolutely not." He took the phone from you.

"Why not? You could potentially find the love of your life out here," you sat down and patted the seat of the chair next to you.

He finally gave in and sat next to you. Bucky opened his dating app and the two of you looked through his potential baes. He was swiping left on most of them so quick that you had to stop him.

"You're not even reading their bios. Give it a chance, jeez."

He slowed down a bit.

"Melissa, likes long walks on the beach and playing in the mud? Next." He swiped.

"Ooh, she's cute. Ella, an aspiring model who loves comedy. And look at that, her favorite movie is Robocop," you bit your lip to hold in your laugh.

"You're worse than Sam," he said annoyed and put his phone away. “And it’s Robocop 3. That’s like the worst one.”

"Oh come on, Bucky, give her a chance she has two dogs!" You laughed.

"I'm more of a cat guy actually," he said.

"You're adorable," you continued laughing, “let's go watch a movie," you put your hand out for him to grab and led him into the front room.

You turned on the TV and scrolled through for something to watch and finally settled on Godzilla Vs Kong figuring the action would be fun.

"Five bucks says Godzilla kicks the crap out of Kong," you said.

"What?? King Kong was first. It's only right that he reigns supreme in this situation," he countered.

"Put up or shut up, Buck," you shrugged.

He pulled the money from his wallet and sat it on the table.

Halfway through the movie you were both talking smack to one another. Bucky hadn't even realized how comfortable he'd become. Your legs were across his lap and he was holding them in place. Casually rubbing circles on your thigh every few minutes.

When Godzilla pinned Kong down and the fight seemed to be over, you jumped up in celebration.

"Yessss!!!! The dinosaur for the winnnn!!" You danced in front of him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, show off," he chuckled.

You finished the remainder of the movie teasing one another along the way, when it ended you went up to get ready for bed.

*******

Once you were done with your shower you put on your pajamas and went to the guest room to check on Bucky.

He was standing in the window shirtless with his jeans unbuttoned looking out into the dark yard. You stared at his back. Your eyes tracing his entire body.

You shifted your stance as you felt your body starting to react to the sight of him. Your pussy was getting wet causing you to forget why you'd even gone to the room in the first place.

"Everything okay?" You heard his voice break your thoughts.

"Hmm? Um, yeah, I was just coming to make sure you didn't need anything before I went to bed?"

"No, I'm okay, thank you." He smirked. "You know you can just ask whatever you want to know."

You walked further into the room never taking your eyes off where his flesh ended and his metal arm began. You reached up to touch him and he flexed his arm a little causing the plates to shift.

You jumped back slightly before running your finger down the cool metal and then touching the scar he had.

"Does it hurt?" You asked quietly.

"Not anymore, but I still remember the pain," he answered.

"You're a nice guy, Bucky and I really wish that this never had to happen to you. Although, I can't lie and say that I don't think it's really cool." You ran your fingers over the metal again.

He took your chin in between his fingers and redirected your gaze to his eyes. He's wanted to kiss you since lunch and has been doing his best to hold back out of respect for his friend.

"Can I kiss you?" He said barely above a whisper.

You didn't even answer, just pressed your lips to his. The kiss was needy. You'd both been craving each other all day. He let his hands fall to the small of your back and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Bucky picked you up and was leading you over to the bed when you could hear your phone ringing in the other room. You broke the kiss and he lowered you to the floor.

"Shit!" You ran from the room.

You picked up the phone and saw that it was Sam trying to FaceTime you. You hurried to answer.

"Hey bro!" You said happily.

"What you doing? What took you so long?" He immediately asked.

"I was downstairs when I heard the phone, rudeness," you lied.

Sam just looked at you. He could always tell when you were lying. Even one as small as that. You decided to switch the subject before he asked more questions.

"Hey so guess who stopped by?" You said as you walked down the hall to the other room.

You peeked into the guest room before going in. Bucky had put his shirt back on and stood when he saw you coming in. You stood next to him and put him in the camera.

" Hi, Sam," Bucky said dryly.

It may have seemed like a normal greeting, but he was really annoyed that he'd interrupted a moment he'd built up the courage to have all day.

"Hey, what are you doing in my house Wall-E?" He chuckled.

"I came to talk to you, but you're obviously not here."

"Yeah, I put him up in the guest room for the night and we'll meet you down at the docks tomorrow."

"Alright... You'd better not be getting sweet on my baby sister either," he cut his eyes at Bucky.

"First of all, my sex life is none of your business. Secondly, there is no sweetness." You rolled your eyes. "Where's Sarah?"

"You know she needs an hour long shower before bed just like you," he responded in a snarky tone.

"Well, I'm going to bed, so tell her I said goodnight. I love y'all and we'll see you tomorrow." You said before hanging up.

You put your phone on the charger for the night and when you turned around Bucky was standing at the door.

"Goodness!" You yelled as you pressed a hand to your chest.

He didn't say anything, just rushed over and started kissing you again. This time, even hungrier.

Your tongues met and your body tingled. His hand gripped beneath your thigh as the other held him up.

You broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. The few seconds felt like an eternity for Bucky. He never wanted to take his lips off you, but he did once more.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked as he trailed kisses down your body.

He was finally on his knees in front of you. Face in between your thighs.

"I need to hear you say it, doll." He kissed one thigh.

"Yes," you breathed.

"Yes, what?" He kissed the other thigh further down.

"I'm sure, Bucky. I want you. Please," you buried your fingers in his hair.

He licked your clit slowly at first. Taking you all in and tasting your nectar. It had been so damn long since he had such a pretty pussy in his face.

You could hear him moaning as he sucked and slurped on your clit.

"Ooh, fuck baby, yes," you moaned.

Bucky's dick was screaming for release from his jeans. It was pressing hard against the fabric and ready for your touch, but he wasn't done with you just yet.

He spread your thighs wider and stuck his tongue in your tight pussy. He tongue fucked you until you felt your first orgasm approaching. You reached down and started rubbing your clit.

"Yeah, play with that pussy. Good girl," he praised.

You rubbed faster. Bucky stuck his tongue back inside and let you fuck his face some more. Your legs shook and the warm juices flowed onto his tongue. He moved your hand and licked from your hole to your clit.

"Told you I was more of a cat guy," he smiled.

"Shut up and share," you grabbed his face and stuck your tongue out to taste yourself on his lips.

You pushed his pants down and tried to flip him, so you could take him into your mouth, but he wouldn't budge.

"No, need you now," he said as he slowly pushed inside of you. "Fuck," he said in your ear.

He paused. He knew that if he moved he'd embarrass himself for sure, but you were so wet and tight. Fitting him perfectly.

Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly started to move inside of you. Allowing you to adjust to him without hurting you too much.

"You feel so good."

Hearing you say that made him pick up the pace. He rolled his hips faster and pushed your knees to your chest. He wanted you to feel every last inch of him inside of you.

He ripped your night shirt in half and exposed your breasts, watching them jiggle as he slammed into your pussy.

Now he wanted to watch something else jiggle, so he pulled out and turned you on to your stomach. He pulled you up by the waist onto your knees and slid his hard cock back inside of you.

"Fuck me," he demanded as he slapped each of your ass cheeks.

You obliged and threw your ass back on his slick coated dick and he watched your ass bounce in the process. He knew he wasn't going to last long like this.

"That's it, doll, fuck me. I wanna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours." He said.

His words caused you to cum. Your pussy clenched around him so tight and you knew when you heard the soft, "Oh fuck," leave his lips that he was about to explode.

Bucky pulled out of you and stood on the bed. He pumped his warm thickness into your waiting mouth while moaning loudly.

When he was done, you let some of the cum drip from your tongue. He slapped his dick in it and you swallowed the rest.

"Good girl," he dropped to his knees and kissed you roughly.

He fell back onto the bed taking you with him. You laid on his arm and traced his jawline with your finger.

"You're beautiful," he said to you.

"Thank you," you smiled.

"Should I start you another bath?"

"No, I can take one in the morning."

"Good, because I don't want you to leave anyway." He kissed your forehead.

"Get some rest," you told him.

He looked tired and you could tell that he sleeps horribly at night.

Bucky closed his eyes. You waited for a few minutes before going to the bathroom to clean up. When you came back and laid down, he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

You snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

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When you awoke the next morning Bucky's arms were still wrapped around you.

"Good morning," he said and planted a kiss on your shoulder.

"How'd you know I was awake?" Your voice still laced with sleep.

"Your breathing changed," he kissed you again.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. His metal hand traced a cool trail between your breasts and down to your clit.

You spread your legs to give him better access and then your phone started ringing. You rolled eyes when you saw Sam's name. This is the second time he's ruined your moment.

"Hello?" You answered with an attitude.

"Well good morning to you too, sunshine," he said.

"Samuel, it's literally," you looked at your phone for the time, "shit, it's 10am??"

"Yeah, exactly you slept in. Get your butt up."

Bucky didn't care that Sam was on the phone. He slid his fingers inside your pussy and pumped them slowly. Your body quivered beneath his touch.

"I'm getting — I'll call you when we're on the way." You quickly hung up.

Bucky chuckled. He moved his fingers faster inside of you and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Your orgasm was so close and then he pulled his fingers out. Your eyes popped open and the satisfied smirk on his face let you know that he'd done it on purpose.

"Next time, don't answer the phone, doll." He kissed your lips and walked towards the door. "Oh and don't even think about touching yourself." He said before he disappeared.

He was out of his mind. You quickly grabbed your toy from your drawer and went into the bathroom. You turned on the shower and sucked the vibrator into your mouth to wet it.

You put your foot up on the tub and slowly fucked yourself with the toy. Your eyes were pinched shut and you were so into what you were feeling that you hadn't heard the door open.

Bucky watched as you pleasured yourself. He was turned on by the sight, but pissed, because he told you not to. He walked over and snatched the toy from you. Covering your mouth, so you couldn't scream.

"Now, I remember telling you not to do this, doll." He moved his hand and nipped at your collar bone.

"No, you told me not to touch myself. I used the toy," you said.

"Real cute," he growled.

He put the toy on the counter and walked you into the shower. He got down on his knees and started eating your pussy again.

He should've been punishing you, but instead he was treating himself. Bucky knew in that moment that you were now his addiction.

You gripped his hair while he held on to the leg that was thrown over his shoulder.

"I want to feel you. Please," you begged.

He wanted to deny you, but he simply couldn't. Your wish was his command.

He stood and lifted you up, slowly sliding you down on his hard dick. He was sure to keep you against the wall, so your hair wouldn't get wet.

Bucky fucked into you slowly. Enjoying the feeling of your slick walls. He wanted to stay inside of you forever.

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" You mewled.

You heard him grunt in response. He was close himself and when you tighten your grip around him he exploded inside of you.

You bit his neck as your own orgasm washed over you. He finally let you down and the two of you finished the shower together.

Bucky had no clue how he'd break this news to Sam, but he knew he had to, because there was no way he wanted to ever go without your touch again.

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#Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky x you #Smut #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #Avengers #falcon and the winter soldier

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 4 years

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Stepping out of that little thing called comfort zone

Summary: requested by lovely anons:

Hey K! I hope you're doing well and that I'm not bothering 😊 since your requests are open, would u mind writing one where reader's the imposter and they kill corpse while singing, and with the proximity chat on he hears and starts simping? totally fine if u don't feel like writing it, stay safe!

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hii i hope ur having a great day! can you do a corpse x reader where the reader is a famous singer and corpse has a really big crush on her so one day sean invites the reader to play among us so she accepts it. the whole time corpse is really nervous and tries to make her laugh bc he loves it. after they stopped playing and everyone got off their streams, he dms her and tells her that he enjoyed playing w/ her and they should talk more. thank u so much IM SORRY IF ITS CONFUSINGKASKDA

Warning: Fluff

Pairing: Corpse husband x reader

Masterlist • Corpse husband request open! No smuts

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission. Comment and reblogs welcome!

Hums fell from your lips as you got ready to belch out some tones. Your character was running around the screen as you tried to find out who you were going to kill since you were imposter.

As you ran down to medbay your voice became more know to Corpse. He had a massive crush on you and your voice drove him crazy. He tried his best to stay hidden from you so he could listen to you sing but eventually you saw him and stopped singing.

"oh hi Corpse, hows it going?" You sounded cheerful which made Corpse laugh. "I'm doing good. Hey y/n are you Imposter?"

You laughed softly trying your best not to sound nervous. "Uh no." You knew Corpse didn't believe you just by the way the words came out of your mouth.

"come on doll don't lie, your imposter aren't you?"

Corpse couldn't hold back as he flirted with you. He didn't even notice he called you doll. His chat was going insane as they noticed. He was stepping out of his comfort zone which you noticed.

You laughed, "no Corpse I'm not." You lied again. Corpse hummed deeply. "Alright then. Can you sing to me while you're here? Doll" He asked you nice and calmly. you felt butterflies at the nickname doll, it of course made you say yes.

"sure I'll sing for you."

You started to sing and Corpse listened without interruption. When you reached the end of the song Corpse exhaled as he felt himself growing flustered. He was happy you couldn't see him.

"that was beautiful."

You smiled, "thanks. Hey Corpse guess what?" You started. Corpse hummed softly, "whaddup?" You chuckled softly before you spoke, "sorry but I'm imposter." Before Corpse could say a word you killed him.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･

For the rest of the game Corpse has been asking you to sing and making you laugh your ass off despite you killing him. Corpse was so sweet that even though he was the imposter many times he didn't kill you.

After you all logged off you went to lay in your bed and scroll through Instagram, not expecting anything else for the day. But when you got a dm from Corpse you were caught off guard.

You sat up and opened his dm.

I loved playing with you today and I was wondering if we can hangout some more. You don't have to say yes if you want.

You smiled at his message. He was nervous and you could tell. You quickly respond by saying yes and giving him your number so he could text and call you. Corpse didn't expect you to say yes at all and when you did he couldn't help but beam.

He laid back in his gaming chair grinning to himself very excited that he stepped out of his comfort zone.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

Sorry, shit writing!!!! But hope you liked it

@captainamerica-is-bae

#Corpse husband #Corpse husband x reader #Corpse husband fanfiction #Corpse husband fluff

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mviswidow · 4 years

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you have terrible luck

Jane Banner x Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: language, someone was murdered and all that so blood, death, etc., anxiety

Prompt: heyyy! just wanted to say that i lOve the thérèse fic you did, absolute *chef’s kiss* 🤌🏼 i was wondering if you could do a jane banner one?where y/n assists on an investigation but jane and y/n have this rivalry but also sexual tension and like the reader asks jane out a few times, and in the end jane accepts. sUm like that ya know, if you don’t mind. wind river is one of my fav films and jane is just bae

A/N: ur so sweet omg, i’m glad you liked the thérèse fic, i honestly thought no one would end up seeing it bc there’s so little thérèse content on tumblr. i hope you like this one and tyg for sending me requests for other lizzie characters :)) i love writing for them <3 i got SUPER carried away w this one.. oops? i had half the mind to make this angsty at the end but i decided against it.

“Janieee,” You called, seeing the blonde not too far away.

She turned around and rolled her eyes with a smile, “I told you not to call me that.”

You shrugged and gave her a hug to greet her, “I can’t always listen to everything you say.”

Jane chuckled at that and crossed her arms, “Didn’t think it could take you any longer to get here.”

“Well I wasn’t exactly in the state, so,” You said, squeezing your hands together as the wind picked up and you got cold, “Wasn’t the last investigation you were on in the cold, too?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” She sighed, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her jacket before looking at you for a couple of seconds, “I don’t know why they keep putting us together.”

“Oh hush, you love when we get assigned to the same investigation,” You smirked, watching her huff and start leading the way to the body.

A few hours later, the two of you made it to lunch in a quiet diner, “Where are we staying this time?” You asked as you shrugged your coat off and put it on the back of her chair.

“We?” she said with a raised brow.

You rolled your eyes, “You know we always get put in the same hotel room for these kinds of investigations. What would you have me do, sleep outside your door?”

“Would be nice,” she said sarcastically and sat down across from you, taking off the beanie she’d been wearing and smoothing her hair back.

You hummed, “Right, I forget you aren’t used to having attractive women in your bed.”

“For christ’s sake,” Jane groaned. “Can we work together once without you doing that?”

“When you finally go out with me, sure,” You smiled.

“We’re staying at a motel nearby,” she mumbled, looking down at her menu. “Now will you stop bothering me and figure out what you’re going to eat? We don’t have all day.”

——

“Has anybody been able to identify the body yet?” Jane asked you as she walked up after she got finished with a coffee run.

“Yes, uh- Mack Byrd, he was like 24, lived with a roommate, Bradley Collins. They have a cute dog, too.”

“You got all that while I was getting coffee?” She asked with a raised brow.

“Yep, You said, popping your ‘p’ and taking the coffee she was handing you. “I got their address too, one of the officers is friends with Bradley.”

“Good,” She gave a small nod and your heart fluttered at the praise she so rarely gave. “You haven’t spoken to the roommate, though?”

“I’m not that good, Janie,” You teased, and she rolled her eyes at the name, humming in acknowledgment before walking away.

You stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds and before you were about to start wandering, but she turned around and called out to you, “What are you doing? Let’s go.”

By the time you caught up to her, she was already in the car, “You always get to drive.” You whined as you got in and closed the door.

Jane sighed and looked at you with her eyebrow quirked, “Are you serious?”

“..Yes?”

She turned the engine on and started backing out of her parking spot, “If you aren’t annoying you can drive us to the motel.”

“Since when do we negotiate for who drives?” You scoffed getting your phone out of your pocket to connect it to the aux cord to put on music and the directions to the house. You were glad that the one thing you and Jane didn’t argue about was the music you listened to.

“Since I figured out I’d benefit from it.”

You huffed, crossing your arms and taking your coat off before putting your seatbelt on.

Some minutes later of silence between the two of you, you spoke up, “Why are you always like this?”

“God,” she muttered. “Why am I like what, Y/n?” Jane asked, sounding irritated.

You frowned and turned up the music as you leaned against the window, away from her, but she turned it back down, “like what?” she repeated.

“Do you seriously not like me or are you just mean to everyone? I thought it was cute at first but now it’s like all you do is tell me to fuck off or that I’m annoying you.”

“Oh,” she sighed again. “Well, I’m not mean to everyone, I-”

Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by her phone going off, and you looked over to see your boss’ name on the screen.

She picked it up and spent the rest of the short car ride talking to him, and when you got to the house you opened the car door and got out quickly, not bothering to put on your coat until you were outside and the door was shut.

The rest of the day was really awkward. Usually, you bantered with her and it would make her laugh until she got bored of it, but you didn’t feel like talking to her so you tried your best to just talk to Bradley and ignore the way Jane’s eyes burned holes into your head.

When you’d gotten some information and it was time to leave, you said goodbye, offered your condolences, and went outside, leaving her to be walked out by the man. You made it to the car and stood by the passenger side, not wanting to have whatever stupid and awkward conversation she would try to have.

She seemed to get it because she just went around the car and unlocked it as she got to her side. You sat facing away from her the whole time. Was it childish? Yeah, maybe.

——

Jane let you shower first, and once she got in the bathroom for her turn, you made yourself tea in the little kitchen before leaving the room with a blanket around your shoulders to sit outside the doorstep in front of the balcony railing and watch cars pass every once in a while.

You enjoyed the sound of the cars passing and the wind blowing gently as you tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in your stomach. You didn’t want to fight with Jane. You teased each other a lot but it never got this serious.

Though you didn’t like to let yourself think about it very often, you liked Jane a lot. You had since the day you met her. There was a whole lot of sexual tension between the two of you, she knew it and so did you. The bickering was hot, the way she occasionally stared at you was hot, hell even the way she dismissed you after you said something stupid was hot. She didn’t seem like the type to date a coworker, though Maybe sleep with one, but your feelings would get complicated and then it would make things weird between the two of you.

Your sulking was interrupted when the door behind you was opened. You looked over your shoulder to see Jane in sweats letting out a breath of relief. You sighed and turned back to look at the street again while Jane hesitantly sat beside you.

Upon glancing at her, you realized you’d never really seen her looking this nervous before. You felt her looking at you for a few seconds before she cleared her throat and you looked over at her.

“I’m really sorry.”

“Okay,” You nodded hesitantly, waiting for her to say something else.

“I don’t dislike you, at all- it’s really the opposite. I think you’re really sweet and funny and you’re great company. I don’t think you’re annoying either-”

Your brow furrowed, “So now you can say you don’t think I’m annoying after you’ve hurt my feelings, but you complain about me all the time, so that means basically nothing.”

She nodded, “I know, and really, I am sorry. I have a habit of getting weird and kind of defensive around the people who I- well, like... I’m not good at showing people that I like them- their company. I’m trying to work on it. I don’t mean to be difficult and I don’t want this to fuck things us between because as much as we bicker and tease each other, I do like to think that we’re kind of friends.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, playing with your blanket for a few seconds, “You’re not as much of a bitch as I thought.”

Jane hit your arm playfully as you giggled, “Dick.”

“Hey, I thought the apology meant you were going to be nice to me from now on.”

“Nicer,” She chuckled.

You turned towards her a bit, and pulled your legs up to your chest to rest your head on your knees, “But thank you for apologizing. I appreciate it.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” Jane frowned a bit as she turned towards you a little, matching the way you were sitting.

“I know,” you nodded. “But since it seems to be vulnerability night.. does it bother you that I ask you out all the time? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“No,” She blushed as she shook her head. “It’s cute.”

“So you will go out with me then?”

“We’ll just have to see,” Jane hummed, making you laugh. “But you’re not mad at me anymore?”

“Not really. You’re pretty good company too,” You smiled, watching the way her hands were wrapped around herself, rubbing her arms. “Are you cold yet?”

“A little,” her nose scrunched and she let go of herself, flexing her fingers.

You sighed softly and got off the ground, “Let’s go inside.”

The rest of your night was spent well. You and Jane talked more than usual, and the conversations were more normal, with less teasing between the two of you. You shared a bed, which wasn’t new.

You said goodnight to each other, you turned towards the edge of the bed, and after a short minute, you felt Jane moving around. She stopped when she was right behind you. Her forearm was against your back and you could feel her hair against your neck.

Your demeanor towards each other over the next few days was calmer than usual. The teasing continued, of course, but it was more flirty and playful. You continued investigating after the medical examiner marked the case as a murder.

The nights were more than nice. Once you guys entered the motel every night, things felt very domestic. You’d fallen into a little routine to get ready for bed, one night you watched the Great British Baking Show together because apparently she loved it.

After the first night, Jane started sleeping closer to you, and you stopped turning towards the edge of the bed. She seemed to seek out your touch.

On what neither of you knew would be your last night in the motel, you asked her about it.

“Are you okay?” You said quietly after she’d reached out for your arm.

“Is this not.. if you aren’t okay with it I can stop-”

“No, no- it’s nice. I’m just asking.”

You couldn’t see her since it was dark, but you heard her sigh and you felt her hand squeeze around your arm the tiniest bit, “I just get really anxious during the day because of like- I don’t know. Just- the last investigation I was on was kind of scary. I know this is our job but it doesn’t make it any better. Being around you helps, I think.”

“C’mere,” You sighed softly, turning to face her and holding your arms out.

“Are you sure?” She asked hesitantly.

“Mhm, get over here.”

Jane shuffled forwards and let out a breath when you pulled her closer and she tucked her head underneath your chin. She wrapped her arm around your waist, holding tightly, and you draped your arm over her to rub her back until she fell asleep.

——

“You have shit luck, Jane,” You huffed, because this was Jane’s second investigation in a row that has involved a shoot-out.

“Shut up, Y/n,” She hissed, breathing heavily as she pressed her back against the wall, getting ready to turn the corridor when she heard voices coming from far away.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” You said, breathlessly before putting your hand on your arm. “Stay here, I’ll go.”

She looked conflicted, and her eyes flicked between yours before she grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you forward, kissing you eagerly for a few seconds.

When she pulled away you gave her a cheeky smile before turning the corner.

——

“Will you go on a date with me now?” You asked after Jane ended the call with your boss.

She bit her lip and smiled before nodding, “Yeah, yes. I really want to go on a date with you.”

#jane banner #jane banner x reader #jane banner oneshot #jane banner x female reader #wind river #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wlw #wlw oneshots #sapphics #sapphic oneshots #wanda maximoff

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drabbles-mc · 4 years

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Now It’s A Party

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anonymous: Hi could you be able to do 5 (the edible glitter) and 11 (too much confetti) prompts with either Angel or Gilly (if you write for him)? Thank you

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, the guys being absolute children but we love them

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I feel like I should mention that I do write for Gilly but an Angel idea hit me immediately with this request so that’s what I went with. This is just a fun little fic, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Angel walked into the room and saw all of the shopping bags laid out on the bed. His eyes grew wide and he couldn’t help but to shake his head as he walked over to take a look at everything that you had brought home.

“What…is all of this?” he laughed.

You turned around and beamed at him, “I did some shopping.”

“Yea, I can see that,” he skimmed his fingers along the edges of some of the bags, “What the fuck were you shopping for?”

“Your party!”

He fought the urge to groan, “I told you, querida, I don’t need a party.”

“But it’s your birthday,” you flashed him your best puppy-dog eyes.

“I know, but—”

“Well,” you cut him off, not wanting to get locked in that debate with him, “it’s too late now. I already bought the supplies. Party at my house this weekend.”

“Supplies, huh?” he chuckled, “Can I at least snoop and see what I’m in for?”

You laughed and nodded, “Go ahead. Your presents are already wrapped and hidden.”

You sat down on the bed and watched his facial expressions change and shift as he looked through all of the bags. It was the first birthday that you got to fully celebrate with Angel—last year the two of you had just started dating and you didn’t feel comfortable going as all-out as you would have liked. You were making up for it this time around.

“You really thought of everything, huh?” he chuckled as he leafed through one of the bags.

“I tried.”

He laughed as he reached down into the bag, pulling out a small jar, “I think the edible glitter, might be a bit much,” he looked over at you, “What could this possibly be for at my party?”

You cocked one eyebrow, “That’s for after the party.”

He laughed, “Oh is it?”

“Yea!” you motioned for him to come and sit next to you, “C’mere.” He did as you asked and you took the tiny jar of glitter from him. You spun the top open and dipped the tip of your finger into it, “It tastes like sugar, I swear,” you held your finger out to him, “Try it.”

There was a smirk on his face before he wrapped his lips around your finger. You shook your head at him as you saw the mischief building in his eyes. You found yourself biting down on your bottom lip as you tried not to let your body and thoughts get too far away from you.

He pulled his lips off of your finger with a pop, earning a small laugh from you. He could see it in your eyes that your mind was traveling to places that had nothing to do with party preparations, and he loved that he could do that to you.

He nodded with a smile, “You’re right—just like sugar,” he stood up and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll leave you to unpack the rest of your treasures.”

You laughed as he made his way to the door, “I love you,” you called after him.

He turned back and flashed you a smile, “I love you too.”

The week flew right by. You had spent all morning filling your house with loud music as you got everything ready for the party that night. You were surprised that the club was so open to having a party anywhere but the clubhouse. It wasn’t that you disliked hanging out there, but hosting it at your own house made it feel a little more personal, a little more intimate. You could do better crowd control that way as well. Plus, you liked the looks on your neighbors faces when they’d see all the bikes lined up alongside the road in front of your house.

Angel walked in and stood back for a moment as he watched you prepping food to put into the oven. He lingered at the entrance to the kitchen, unable to suppress the smile that crept across his face as he listened to you sing along with the song that was playing.

You spun around and nearly dropped the knife in your hand when you saw Angel standing there, “Fuck,” you clutched your free hand to your chest, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yea,” he laughed as he turned down the volume on your speaker, “because you’re throwing a fuckin’ concert in here.”

You smiled and shook your head as you set the knife down and wiped your hands off on your jeans. You walked over to him and let him pull you into a tight hug, kissing you on the lips as he did so.

“You’re early,” you said as you looked up at him.

“I know,” he kissed your cheek, “Wanted some alone time with you before everyone got here. That alright with you?”

You laughed and nodded before turning back to what you had been preparing before the interruption, “Of course. I still gotta keep getting everything ready.”

“Do your thing, Mami,” he pressed a light kiss to the side of your neck, “I’ll stay outta your way.”

Angel was true to his word, for the most part. Every now and then you’d feel his hands sneak around your hips and he’d pull you against him for a kiss. You would laugh and indulge him—it was his party day after all. Plus, it was hard to say know when you felt his fingers lingering on your skin as his beard tickled your neck.

Everything was as set up as it was ever going to be. With a deep breath, you looked around your house. You knew that regardless of what you did, Angel and the guys would have a good time. You looked over at Angel, who was sitting on the couch in your living room, watching you take in all of your hard work.

“I’m gonna get changed and do my hair,” you looked at him pleadingly, “If the oven timer goes off can you just spin the pan that’s in there for me?”

He nodded, “Of course.”

You smiled, “You’re the best.”

By the time you finished getting ready and made your way back out to the main part of the house, a few of the guys had showed up already. EZ and Coco were sitting at the counter in your kitchen as they spoke with Angel, the three of them looking so natural in your house. It warmed your heart that they were so comfortable.

They saw you before Angel did, each nodding and giving a small wave of acknowledgment as you walked into the room. Angel turned to look at you and his eyes grew wide as he walked over to you. His hands landed on your hips and he pulled you closer to him.

“Who needs presents and a party when I got you walking around looking like this?” he kissed you on the cheek.

Before you could respond, EZ made a fake gagging sound, “Get a room.”

“Then get the fuck out and give us one,” Angel shot back with a laugh.

You shook your head at the two of them as you rested your forehead against Angel’s chest, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Everyone else started to show up and fill the house. You sat back and watched it all unfold, unable to contain the smile that was on your face. You loved having everyone over, especially to celebrate Angel.

When the time came to do the cake, you’d given everyone confetti poppers. You knew that you were going to be cleaning it up for weeks after the fact, but it was so worth it to see the childish smiles on everyone’s faces as you tossed a few to each of them.

You forced them all to sing. As much as they tried to fight you on it at first, they found themselves giving in. They knew your track record for winning arguments and figured they would cut their losses.

As Angel blew out the candles, they all started shooting off their confetti poppers. It went everywhere and no one was safe from getting covered by it, not even you. It was stuck in your hair and it looked like Coco may as well have done to the salon and gotten rainbow extensions. They were all taking what had already been popped off and throwing it at each other. Somehow EZ had found where you were keeping all the extra poppers and started handing them out to everyone so there was a whole second wave of it.

Angel was covered in rainbow strings as he shook his head to try and get them to fall out of his hair. The guys were all tossing more and more at him and he couldn’t contain his laughter.

“Alright, you can stop with the confetti now,” he brushed some off his shoulders.

There was one last pop as Coco pulled the string on his last party popper, spraying the confetti directly onto Angel. There was a smug grin on his face as he tossed the empty container aside. Angel was only able to keep a serious expression for a moment before he busted out into laughter and threw the confetti right back at Coco.

You found yourself getting pulled onto Angel’s lap as everyone sat around drinking their beers and eating what was left of all the food that you’d made for the day. You smiled as Angel pressed your body tight against his own.

“Thank you for all of this, Y/N,” he kissed your cheek, “I really appreciate it.”

You smiled, leaning your head onto his shoulder, “Of course.”

He leaned in close to your ear, “When you gonna tell all these motherfuckers to leave,” he said softly with a laugh, “I’m still waiting to see what that edible glitter is all about.”

You smiled, shaking your head at him. He hadn’t brought it up all week and you thought that he might’ve forgotten, but you should’ve known better. You trailed your fingers lightly down the side of his face, “Good things come to those who wait. It’s not going anywhere.”

He laughed, turning your head so he could kiss you on the lips, “I love you.”

Your entire body felt warm as you smiled up at him, “I love you too.”

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nyctophilin · 4 years

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Fake Affection | II

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Epilogue

Description: Han Jisung has been rejected by the girl he likes one to many times. He decides that he has had enough and is set on making her want him back. What could possibly make her want him more than seeing him with her rival after she boldly assumed he can’t find anyone better. That way Jisung and Y/N are stuck in a fake relationship until Jisung’s crush falls for him. Or he falls for someone else.

Pairing: Han x fem!Reader, Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: College!AU, Fake dating!AU, Angst, Fluff, eventual Smut

Warnings: swearing

A/N: Remember when I said this will only have two part? Well, I’m a big fat liar. The drama kind of started this chapter and I’m excited for it. Also, thank you so much for for the huge support I got for the last part. I’m really grateful for that. I hope you like it, hehe. Feedback is very much appreciated.

Y/N was sitting in Script Interpretation class trying to go over the script they were going to discuss that day once more. Her concentration was interrupted by a pile of books being slammed into the table way too close to where her hand was resting. Lifting her head to look for the culprit she locked eyes with Hayoon. A shiver went through her body.

“Hey, girl. How are you doing?” Her voice was abnormally high and she hated how she couldn’t hide her feelings in front of her best friend. She really fucked up this time.

“Oh, don’t you ‘girl’ me! Can you explain to me what the fuck is everyone talking about?” She wasn’t screaming, her tone calm. Way too calm. It was making Y/N way more scared than she should have been.

Y/N lifted the script she was previously holding. “ Angels in Ame…” Hayoon hit the table with her palm and lowered herself to watch Y/N in the eyes.

“Don’t you bullshit me Y/N. Why is everyone talking about you and Han Jisung being in a relationship?” Hayoon’s face was dangerously close to hers and she could feel the daggers that her eyes were sending in her direction.

She gulped visibly before putting her hands on Hayoon’s shoulders and slowly pushing her away from her. “Well, we are in a relationship.” She didn’t dare look her friend in the eyes.

Annoyance was embracing Hayoon’s facial features. She clicked her tongue before exhaling loudly. “And why didn’t I know? And most importantly, when the fuck did it happen?” The girl’s voice started to rise in volume.

“Ok, please calm down! I’ll tell you everything at the end of the class. The professor is supposed to arrive any minute.” Y/N had a pleading face on, grateful for the fact that they didn’t have a free period. She hoped that maybe during the class Hayoon would calm down even a little. She really couldn’t deal with her friend when she was angry.

Like it was on cue, the professor entered the classroom and greeted everyone. Hayoon threw Y/N a look that meant they were not done there and focused on the professor.

Throughout the class, Y/n couldn’t focus on what they were talking about. She was thinking of what to tell her friend so she believes her and Jisung are deeply in love or at least very horny for each other. She was told by more professors that she is one of the best actresses they have at the moment but in front of Hayoon, she felt just like a kid who’s done something bad for the first time.

The time flew ridiculously fast that class and when the bell rang Y/N felt like she could have used some more hours to prepare for the talk she was about to have with Hayoon. Her friend got up and when they both finished packing their things she grabbed Y/N’s bicep as a method to prevent her from running away.

Hayoon led her outside of the campus and they sat down on a bench at the front of the university. That was the moment when she let go of her friend's arm. She made herself comfortable on the bench while Y/N was fidgeting nervously.

“You can start talking” She tilted her head to the side waiting for an explanation.

Y/N let out a shaky breath. “What happened is that he sat next to me in Canto class and then when the class was over he asked me to talk. He asked me out and now we are dating.” She said all that in a breath hoping that maybe Hayoon didn’t hear her.

“Just like that?” The other girl’s voice filled her ears. Y/N looked at her confused. The girl rolled her eyes. “You started dating him just like that? Just because he asked you? What happened with ‘He’s a loser’, ‘He never takes shit seriously’, ‘He has a stupid face that I hate’? Weren’t he and Mina dating?” The flood of questions took her by surprise.

“No, they are not dating. And he’s actually kind of nice. He has his bad parts but don’t we all?” She tried explaining without stumbling over her words which she succeeded in doing. Thankfully.

“But what if it is some kind of bet or trick? You know who he is friends with. You should have thought better before saying yes.” She shifted her position closer to Y/N and put a hand on her forearm protectively.

She was right. The whole thing was just a trick but she wasn’t the victim. She kind of felt bad now but the whole thing was actually harmless. They were just trying to make Mina jealous and if it didn’t work in a month or so, she would break up with Jisung. She turned her head towards her friend, tears stinging her eyes.

“Yes, I know his friends but it’s not like that. I really do like him. Why can’t you be happy for me? Is it that hard to believe that a popular guy would like me?” A single tear fell down her cheek and Hayoon hugged her hurriedly, stuffing her face into her chest.

“No, I’m sorry! Of course, he can. I’m sure a lot of popular guys like you! I was just worried!” Y/N sobbed a little and Hayoon hugged her tighter, rubbing her back soothingly.

“It’s ok. I know you mean well.” Y/N hated having to use the fake crying on her friend but if they wanted that to work no one should know they were faking their relationship.

The bell rang signalling the end of her last class. She gathered her things and waited a bit for Hayoon before leaving the room. Just as she stepped outside the classroom a hand snaked around her waist and she was pressed to a body.

“Hey, babe.” Jisung said next to her ear before giving her neck a kiss. The girl jumped at the contact before relaxing upon realising that it was Jisung.

“Hey.” She made eye contact with Hayoon who was sitting awkwardly to the side. She got out of his lock only to hold her friend’s hands and bring her closer. When she turned she noticed Hyunjin and Chan standing close to Jisung as well. “She’s my friend, Hayoon.” The men all greeted her.

Hayoon gave them in return a smile that was visibly fake before turning to Y/N. “I have to go. See you tomorrow, ok?”

“Yeah, see you.” She watched her get lost in the crowd before turning back to the boys.

“She’s nice.” Jisung said ironically, rolling his eyes.

“Give her time. She just doesn’t really like you.” Hyunjin and Chan held in their laughter as Jisung’s face turned into a hurt one.

“But you like me, right babe?” His voice was as if he was talking to a child as he placed his hands on her hips bringing her closer.

“You might have to give me some time as well.” The men finally let out their laughter as Jisung’s expression turned into an annoyed one. “What are you doing here, anyway?” She asked her head tilted to the side to show confusion and to distance herself a little bit from Jisung, who didn’t seem to have a problem with showing her affection.

“I came here to wait for Jeongin and they came to wait for you.” Hyunjin smiled as he spoke. She smiled back at him feeling happiness invade her body.

She turned her head towards her pretend boyfriend raising an eyebrow. “Did you want to tell me something?”

“I actually came to take you home. I and Chan have to meet Changbin somewhere and your house is on the way there.” She felt a warm feeling in her stomach at his words. That was actually really nice of him considering the fact that they were not actually dating.

“Jisung sweetie, you don’t know where I live yet.” Hyunjin snorted loudly, biting his lip to prevent himself from laughing. Jisung glared at him before looking down at Y/N.

“Ok, I don’t know if your house is on the way there but we were going to drop you off.”

“That’s really sweet of you but I actually have the first meeting with the crew for the short movie I’ll play in. I can’t leave yet.” She finally got out of his arms as she wanted to turn around and leave. A pair of strong hands placed themselves on her biceps and stopped her from moving.

“Easy there. You almost hit me. We still have 15 minutes until the meeting starts.” Jeongin explained as he went past her to greet each of the men individually.

“I’m sorry!” A pinkish colour dusted her cheeks, embarrassed by her negligence to where she was walking. “We? Your crew is meeting now as well?” The innocence in her voice made Jeongin chuckle.

“Y/N, we play in the same movie.” Her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth fell agape at his words. Hyunjin and Jeongin giggled at her reaction.

“Seriously?” Her question had Hyunjin rolling his eyes.

“You say that like you haven’t been together in every single play since last year.” He was right but she didn’t remember seeing Jeongin at the auditions. “Now, let’s go or we’ll be late.”

“You play in it as well?” Her expression became even more shocked if it was possible.

“No, I don’t. I’ll just come watch.”

“I don’t think you are allowed to.”

“Oh, please! Mrs. Bae loves me. I’m sure she won’t have anything against it.” Right after he finished talking he hooked an arm around Jeongin’s neck forcing him to follow his lead. When he got next to Y/N he did the same taking the girl by surprise.

She regained her composure fast telling herself that Hyunjin is just a social butterfly. She lifted her hand and waved it ‘Goodbye!’ at the boys who she couldn’t see because of Hyunjin’s grip on her neck.

Jisung watched as the three of them were heading for the auditorium. Taking another look at Hynjin’s arm around her neck, he scoffed. He had been particularly annoying since lunch and something told Jisung it wouldn’t be the last time.

As long as he didn’t interfere with their plan to make Mina jealous, he didn’t really care what kind of relationship Hyunjin was trying to push with Y/N.

“I can not wait to get the script. Cursed be the printer for breaking down today of all days!” Y/N chanted for the nth time in the last 20 minutes.

The meeting went fairly well. They mostly talked about the concept of the movie more in-depth, met the other actors that they didn’t know thanks to them being from different majors and discussed about each character individually so they know how to prepare for the roles. The only thing that upset Y/N was the missing scripts that they were supposed to receive. She was so excited about the movie and she could not endure another day without knowing the entire story.

She was currently walking home with Hyunjin and Jeongin. Despite being well past 7 PM the sun was still in the sky probably preparing to set soon. The spring breeze had her clutching her jean jacket to her body trying to get rid of the goosebumps covering her skin.

“You’ve only told us that a thousand times in the last couple of minutes.” Hyunjin said being unable to suppress the smile that was tugging at his mouth upon seeing how excited she was.

“Can you blame me? The concept of Hell and Heaven, the forbidden love, the action, the drama. Everything is so, ugh!” Y/N was making wide gestures with her hands as she spoke, having the men trying to avoid them in order not to get hit. Jeongin grabbed one of her hands stopping her ministration.

“I have never seen someone so excited about a school project. Calm down! We’ll get the script tomorrow.” Her mouth formed into a pout at his words. The two men let out chuckles at her action.

Taking a look around her she noticed a familiar coffee shop on the other side of the road. She cleared her throat as she stopped at the crossroad.

“My apartment is actually that way.” She used her index finger to point the direction of the coffee shop. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

“Actually, I’m going that way as well.” Hyunjin said, pressing the button of the traffic lights.

They said goodbye to Jeongin before crossing the street. There was a comfortable silence between the two of them for a few minutes.

“I still can’t believe that they let you stay.” Y/N said, remembering how he sat behind her and Jengin the whole time. He would make short comments about the plot and characters from time to time, making her giggle.

“I told you Mrs. Bae loves me. She’ll do anything for her favourite student.” He said matter of factly.

“I just don’t understand how she can be such a bitch to everyone but you. She acted like you were her son, I swear to God.” She trembled as she recalled how the professor would talk to him in a baby voice and how she offered to give him her chair so he could sit comfortably.

“Not everyone is as handsome and amazing as I am.” Y/N laughed shortly and shoved him slowly.

Another minute passed before Hyunjin decided to speak.

“You know what I don’t understand?” He asked, looking at her side profile.

“What?” She made eye contact with him.

“Now, I don’t want you to get offended, cause that is definitely your choice. However, why date Jisung? You could have had any boy on campus. Someone that’s actually mature and nice.” Hyunjin let his teeth sink into the flesh of his bottom lip.

He knew what he was trying to do was not ethical. Jisung was one of his best friends but he had to know. If he couldn’t get Mina, which everyone could, how did he convince someone of Y/N’s calibre to date him?

“Perhaps you think too highly of me. I assure you, I couldn’t have had any boy on campus.” She let a breathy laugh leave her lips. Boys barely talked to her and every time they did they were very awkward and distant.

“I’m afraid I have to disagree with you. A lot of guys like you. You are smart, talented, friendly and, please excuse my language, hot. You just seem unapproachable because…” He stopped in the middle of his sentence contemplating whether he should say it or not.

“Because…” She encouraged him to speak.

“You might have a resting bitch face sometimes.” He noticed she wanted to say something but cut her off. “AND. And there is this guy that claims to have confessed to you last year and he said you completely humiliated him.” He bit the inside of his lip.

An irritated breath left her nose. “I swear to God. I knew that guy would do something like that. All I did was tell him I want to focus on school for a while and he literally started crying. When I told him he could ask me again in a few months he called me a bitch and stormed out of there.” She paused for a bit to regain her composure. “If he’s the reason no guy approached me all this time I’ll find him and give his ass a beating.” She declared clenching her fist in front of her face.

Hyunjin chuckled at her action. “Ok, but let’s go back to Jisung.” That was a phrase he never thought he would say to a girl.

“Ah, yeah. I don’t know. He was the first one to ask me out. He is kinda handsome and nice, I guess. I mean, he does that thing where he likes to make fun of people for no reason that absolutely drives me mad.” She exclaimed the last word clenching her jaw. “But he has been nice to me since we started dating. It has been only a day and a half but he knows that if he does something wrong I’ll dump him faster than he can rap.”

“Hmm, interesting. So this is all it takes for you to break up with him. In that case, I want to let you know that he has been rude to me today before we came to meet you.” Y/N laughed and hit his chest softly. Hyunjin laughed as well, but his laugh wasn’t genuine.

Y/N stopped walking and put her hand on his forearm. “This is where I live. Thank you for walking with me. It was fun spending time with you today.” A bright smile enveloped her features.

Hyunjin took a look at the apartment complex behind her trying to figure out at what floor her apartment might be. Quickly, he shifted his eyes on her and without realising he patted her head smiling.

“I had fun as well. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go rub into Jisung’s face the fact that I found out where you live before him.” He said and turned on his heels to leave.

Y/N noticed Hyunjin going in the same direction they came from and confusion settled inside her.

“Hey! Where are you going?” She shouted after him.

Hyunjin turned towards her and a smile tugged on his lips. “Actually, I live two streets behind.”

Her eyes widened at his words. “Oh my God! Why didn’t you say so? I made you walk all the way here.”

“I couldn’t let such a pretty lady walk alone at this hour.” His response came to her panicked rambling.

“But it’s still really bright outside!”

“Ok, you got me. I just wanted to spend more time with you.” A smirk appeared on his lips. “Hey! Don’t tell Jisung!” He winked at her before turning around and sprinting down the street.

She casually walked into the complex and made her way to the third floor where her apartment was located. She fished her key from her bag and unlocked the door entering the residence.

When she found herself in the safety of her apartment she let her body slid down the white door. A rosy pink was covering her cheeks and she bit her bottom lip. What was that stupid feeling inside her chest? She needed to calm down.

Y/N got up from the floor and went into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and snatched a water bottle from the fridge door. She downed half of it in one go and used one hand to prop herself against the wall.

“Mina, you bitch. Hurry up and fall in love with Jisung.” She mumbled pressing the cold bottle to her exposed collarbones.

“How much more should we sit in silence?” Changbin whispered looking around at the people occupying the table.

“Shhh. Be quiet! They’ll both rip your head off if you disturb them.” Hayoon spit in a barely audible voice.

Changbin threw her an annoyed look. Why did Y/N’s friend have to sit with them as well? He glanced at Y/N and Jeongin who were seated across one another. Their eyes were scanning over the pages of the thick scripts they had in hand for the past 20 minutes, forcing everyone else around them to be quiet.

“Whoa, what an ending! I knew I could trust our senior.” Y/N finally exclaimed, startling some of the people at the table.

“Tell me about it. I can not believe you have to do that.” Jeongin said, placing the script next to his tray.

“Don’t be sad, lover boy. I promise I’ll take good care of you in hell.” She winked at him before stuffing the script in her bag.

“Do I sense some steamy stuff coming up?” Felix wiggled his eyebrows at Jeongin.

“Nah, just a kiss. But like, fucking finally!” Jeongin exclaimed, taking a bite from his food for the first time since he sat down.

“How did we manage to be in so many plays together and not kiss once? That never happens. It started to worry me. Finally, the universe is in order again.” She joked pretending to wipe away sweat from her forehead.

Jisung rested his elbow on the back of Y/N’s chair and leaned close to her. “Do you mean to tell me that you’ve wanted to kiss Jeongin for a long time now?” His tone was meant to be teasing and intimidating but Y/N felt like laughing at his efforts to seem like a possessive boyfriend. She rolled her eyes visibly.

“Don’t worry, babe. It’s just acting. No real feelings involved.” Her words carried a lot of meaning, one which only the two of them could understand.

“Really?” His voice lowered an octave and using one finger he turned her head towards him capturing her lips in a slow kiss.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Mina looking at them. She was seated a few tables away with her friends and a few guys from her major. He felt like smirking when she clenched her jaw and scoffed in their direction.

He broke the kiss and proceeded to lick his lips tasting Y/N’s strawberry lip balm on them. He curled one hand over her shoulders and brought her closer. Upon placing a kiss on her temple, the sound of metal hitting metal ringed in the cafeteria. Mina abruptly got up from her table and left the cafeteria leaving her friends to clean up her tray.

Minho let out a prolonged whistle rolling his eyes in the process. “Looks like someone is in a bad mood. I wonder why.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, the reason for Mina’s sudden outburst being well known at the table.

“You snooze, you lose.” A smirk was plastered on Jisung’s face. “I think a year and a half was a good amount of time for her to figure out her feelings. I wasn’t gonna wait around for her my entire life.” He declared nonchalantly playing with a strand of Y/N’s hair.

Y/N bit back a laugh at his bold statement. What he said wasn’t entirely wrong. He didn’t wait around for her but he sure as hell wasn’t over her like his tone wanted to make it seem like. She lightly patted his thigh under the table as a form of saying ‘Good one!’.

“That kind of makes it seems like you are using Y/N to get over her. I’d be more careful with my word choice next time.” Hyunjin said in a stern voice, throwing Jisung a cold glare.

“No one needs your fucking opinion. Why do you even care?” Jisung felt annoyance overwhelm him. Hyunjin has voiced a lot of his opinions regarding his relationship with Y/N ever since they’ve announced it. Most of them in private when she wasn’t present.

“Cause I don’t want you hurting my friend. She’s been nice enough to date you. I feel like you should be grateful.” Hyunjin was clearly irritated by Jisung’s attitude.

Y/N watched as the two men were throwing daggers at each other. The same fuzzy feeling from the day before started spreading in her body. She kept repeating to herself that Hyunjin was just being nice. All he did and said the day prior was just him being nice. Some of his words started playing in her head when she remembered the previous day. ‘I just wanted to spend more time with you. Don’t tell Jisung!’ He was probably just joking. Just some playful rivalry between the two.

“It’s ok, Hyunjin. I didn’t see it like that. I’m fine.” She mumbled and started playing with her fingers under the table. She tried controlling her laboured breath.

Jisung threw Hyunjin a victorious smile. Noticing a change in her demeanour he took a look at her. Cheeks dusted with the faintest of pinks and fingers playing nervously under the table. A smirk acaparated his face as he remembered the conversation he had with her the other day on the bench. She definitely had a crush on someone.

The sound of a key turning in a lock was heard in the empty apartment. Y/N entered the residence and abandoned her bag on the hanger near the door. Taking off her boots, she made her way to the window in the living room to close it, the air in the apartment being way too chilly for her comfort. She picked up a plate from the coffee table that she abandoned there in the morning before leaving and took it to the sink in the kitchen before going to her bedroom.

The space was fairly clean excepting her desk that had all sorts of assignments and books sprawled all over it. She took off her clothes and discarded them in the laundry bin before going to her closet to pick something comfortable to wear. She settled for a pair of burgundy sweats and a black hoodie, perfect for that spring weather.

Just as she finished putting on the hoodie she heard her phone go off signalling that she got a message. Throwing herself on the bed she grabbed her phone that was on the nightstand next to her bed.

[Jisung,15:36]Tomorrow is Saturday. Let’s go on a date! :D

Y/N pursed her lips after reading his message. She has planned to do research about her character for the movie the next day. Her fingers moved fast in typing a reply.

[Y/N,15:39]Is Mina gonna be there?

She had no reason to go on that date if Mina wasn’t going to be there. It will be just a waste of her time. Her phone emitted the same ringing sound like earlier and she unlocked it to check his response.

[Jisung,15:40]Of course. Why else would I ask you on a date?

His message had her rolling her eyes. She would bet all her money that he had a smug expression at that moment. Probably thinking that he did something. She was getting annoyed just thinking of it.

[Y/N,15:42]Time and place?

[Jisung,15:45] 6 PM. Text me your address, I’ll come pick you up.

She sent him her address after a few minutes of contemplating insisting to meet there. She locked her phone and turned the silent mode on putting it back on the nightstand. Jumping out of bed she made her way to her desk prepared to start working on some of the assignments scattered on it.

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From the very first day (Bryce Lahela x F!MC)

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F! MC (Eleanor Bloom)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: N.S.F.W. Cursing.

Prompt: Day 19. Begging | Lingerie | Ass Worship

A/N: Hello! In simpler words, this is a mix of rewrite of ch. 17 with some Kinktober stuff.

I know chapter 17 was pure perfection, it was romantic and sweet. But there are some things that I missed, and as I’m a hopeless romantic and intense I’ll fill those missing parts with this fic. I wrote this without intending to be a kinktober fic, but as yesterday the prompt was lingerie, and this fics has lingerie, I decided last minute that this will be kinktober fic.

I hope you enjoy it!

Taglist: @romewritingshop @utterlyinevitable @starrystarrytrouble @lahellacute @lahamseiroshoe @princesslahela @mckenzie-bae @choicesficwriterscreations @lucy-268 @interobanginyourmom @bratzlahela@mckenzie-bae @mercury84choices

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Eleanor is proudly looking at Ethan and Naveen on their way to get more donations when a warm palm takes her by the waist. She turns around and meets with the amber eyes of her favorite person in the world.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you”

“Oh, yeah?”—She asks, tugging the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer to her body. He instantly wraps his arms around her waist as his body is flush to hers.— “Had your fill of donors?”

“For a lifetime. What I haven’t gotten my fill of, however, is dancing with you.”

“We can fix that.”—She states with a smile on her face, parting a few inches so Bryce can lead her onto the dance floor.

A slow dance is playing, and it takes them nothing to pull each other closer, Eleanor clinging onto his neck as Bryce presses his fingers into the small of her back, caressing her around her waist in soft and soothing circles. Their bodies move in perfect synchrony with the gentle beat of the melody.

“How are you holding up?”

He looks at her golden eyes with inquisitiveness, not giving her space to hide anything from him. Since she was back at work, he had taken as a sacred duty to check on her every once in a while to make sure she was okay, and the gala wouldn’t be any exception.

“It’s been a strange night.”—She answers, shrugging for a moment.— “I don’t know whether to think of this gala as a victory or defeat, either way, I’ll always think I could’ve done more.”

As he senses the anxiety is stiffing her movements and affecting her features, he lifts a hand and tucks a wavy strand of hair behind her ear. His light touch makes her closes her eyes for a second.

“Don’t think about that right now, okay? This very second, it’s just you and me, together, enjoying the music.”

She nods with a sweet and peaceful smile, like his touch and his words had worked like a charm on her. She leans on him and both keep swaying to the music.

“This is nice.”—She whispers after several seconds as if she’s in a trance and only has a second to express something in coherent language.

The soft melodies are still playing, the soft murmurs of the people fill the air, but at that moment, just the two of them exist. Nothing else matters.

“Being nice with you is always nice.”

Bryce pulls her back and gazes at her with a look of intense longing and tenderness. She still feels numb, but his eyes just make her feel dizzy. Drunk. Drunk of happiness, of peace, of tenderness. Even of desperation. She could never understand what power he had to always make her feel that good with just so little, just with his presence. Since the very first day.

She looks into the iridescence of his amber eyes, where she never gets tired of looking at. Where she would always discover a different tone or a new freckle. Where she wouldn’t mind getting lost in forever. Where every time she looks at them, the earth stops spinning and everything's alright.

And as if an external force is possessing her, she tightens the grip around his neck, tugs him down her face, and closes her eyes, just as her scarlet lips brush his gently, following the delicacy of the melody.

It doesn’t take him a second before he returns the kiss, as if he had been thinking the same but Eleanor had been quicker. He tilts his head to one side giving her free access to his mouth. His grip around her also tightens, making their hearts beating next to each other, mere inches away. Eleanor opens her mouth briefly at first, tasting his lips into hers, but then her tongue invades him, and she identifies the sweetness of the peach and the vodka in his breath, vestiges of the sex on the beach he had drunk earlier.

Bryce then cups her cheeks with both hands and intensifies the kiss even more, his tongue swirling and caressing hers gentle enough to not make an improper scene in front of the whole hospital, but not as timid as a first kiss. He knows the perfect balance between restraint and eagerness.

After a while, Eleanor sighs when they part to catch some air. They stare at each other, smiling, his eyes like two golden orbs radiating the most exquisite warmth towards her, and his lips curving in the most dazzling grin that not even Beatrice Hornsby could resist this time.

And she can’t resist to kiss him again, and again, and again, like is never enough. And he can’t resist her, either. He could never.

They had been deaf this whole time, secluded from the world, but after a while, the began to notice the murmurs around them, especially the mumbles from very familiar voices a few feet away from them

“Oooh”—Sienna squeals.

“Finally. I don't know why it took them so long to come out of the fucking supply closet they have been in since day one. ”- Jackie mocks, feigning a tired tone.

“They look so cute.”

“You didn’t think the same in Vegas.”

Eleanor and Bryce tried to ignore the chatter but couldn’t help but burst out in laughter at the reminder of that night in Vegas.

“Jackie, please! I had managed to wipe that image out of my mind and now…”

“Poor Sienna”—Eleanor laughs and then shrugs.— “Well, what she saw it’s nothing that she hadn’t done before, right?”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Please, no.”

“Because right now I have a couple of ideas.”—He whispers in a sultry voice as he plants soft kisses on her earlobe and down her neck.—“What do you say?”

“I say yes, but only if you don’t make Sienna find us.”

Bryce chuckles.

“I’ll be waiting for you on the emergency staircases on the fifth floor.”

He kisses her cheek and leaves her all flushed. By the time he disappears around the corner, she’s grabbing a glass of champagne from the bar and drinking it in three sips. The kiss had left her thirsty, but what she was about to do could leave her dry. She had to be cautious.

When she confirms that nobody is paying attention to her, she walks toward the elevator. Once on the fifth floor, she finds Bryce behind the door with both hands on his pockets and leaning casually against the wall.

“So, what do you have in mind?”

“Room 501 is empty. Sarah’s supposed to do rounds in an hour so it’s now or never.”

As soon as he stops speaking, Eleanor takes him by the hand and drags him to the hallway. They both walk quickly through the linoleum floor, glancing around like two adolescents sneaking out of class to make out in the bathroom.

Her story with Bryce had always been like a teenage dream, and tonight, with this sort of Prom for adults, couldn’t be any different.

When they enter the empty room, Eleanor leans against the door giggling. She bites her lips as she feels her heart is pounding faster and faster inside her, like she was fifteen again.

“So?”—She asks.

As he realizes all the restraints he used on the dance floor are gone, he cuts the distance and kisses her fervently, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up in one swift movement.

“Bryce!”—She titters as she embraces him around his neck and places her legs around his waist, taking off her stilettos on their way to the bed.

Once she scrambles onto the mattress, Eleanor reaches for his collar and pulls him down until he’s on top of her and their lips meet again, his mouth hungry against hers.

“I’ve been imagining this moment all night”—He breathes, evidencing how true his words are.

“Oh, yeah? What else have you been imagining?”

“Well”—He smirks—“for one thing you’re wearing… a lot less clothing.”

Grinning, Bryce slides his hand around her back, tugging the zipper of her dress down a few inches.

“Who am I to disappoint.—She replies sultry.

Then she stands up in front of Bryce, smiling mischievously as she grasps the zipper of her dress and slowly pulls it down the length of her back. Bryce traces her with hungriness as she tugs the fabric down her waist and exposes the carmine lace bra that adorns her breasts.

“You’re killing me.”

“Don’t worry, if anything happens… I’m a doctor.”

Her hands continue working on the fabric until she strips off her dress completely and reveals the carmine garter belts and matching panties that complete the masterpiece of her body.

“Hot damn.”—He groans as his eyes roam every inch of her bronze skin deliciously shimming against the moonlight filtering through blinds.

“The things is… I’ve been imagining this moment since I put this on.”

Bryce takes one hand and draws her against his body, his eyes now starving of her.

“You have?”

She nods.

“You’re incredible.”—He moans dizzily as she straddles him and then shuts him up with a kiss.

Without parting from him, she tugs off his jacket and blindly unbuttons his shirt, until her lips go down his jaw and his cologne intoxicates her, leaving her craving more of him. She continues planting a trail of kisses from his jaw and down his chest.

Soon she is stopped, as Bryce takes her firmly by the hips and pushes her against the bed. She looks at him surprised for a moment, but then her eyes turn seductively as he’s getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

Once he’s done, he climbs back on top of her and bends to kiss her passionately.

“Every…part…of you… is… incredible.”—He mutters as his lips travel down her collarbone.

“You’re not so bad… Oh!”

A moan interrupts her words. Bryce had moved the fabric of her bra and was licking and sucking her nipple with the always welcome expertise and eagerness, while his other hand was rubbing and pinching the other breast.

She runs her hands over his shoulders and buries her fingers in the nape of his head, completely taken aback by the sensations.

His mouth then moves lower, over her stomach and down her belly button, where the pretty lacy garter belt is circling and accentuating her waist.

“You planned all this for me?”

“Why not?”—She gives him a playful smile that he returns instantly, just a moment before kissing her hipbone and sliding his hand under the lacy fabric of her underwear.

Her nub is warm and wet, and the moment his fingers move over her folds, he realizes she’s dripping. Dripping for him.

“Oh my god.”

Eleanor releases a moan as she feels his fingers rubbing her clit, alternating a slow and quick pace, just as she liked.

“Looks like I’m doing something right.”

“So don’t you dare stop”.

Her voice is a gasp, and Bryce can’t help but give her a smug grin.

“I wouldn’t dream.”

His expert hand keeps moving gently against her core, with the perfect balance between firmness and speed. He watches while Eleanor is shuddering against his touch, her skin sweating and liberating the most complex scents from her perfume. Coconut and, maybe, sandalwood.

“Fuck, Bryce, yes…”

She’s growing desperate. Sweetly desperate.

He continues to caress her, slowly increasing the pace of his movements as her hips are pressing against her hand, anxiously looking for the most desired relief.

But just as he notices that she’s nearing it, Bryce stops.

“Fuck”—She groans.

She knows exactly what he’s doing, and she doesn’t care.

Still completely blushed and excited, she moves to one side, pushing him down her place, effectively switching positions with him in the bed. She kisses him as she drops her hand past his waist, sliding her fingers beneath the band of his underwear.

“I know what you did, and it’s only fair that I do the same with you.”—She whispers as her hand moves up and down his length, feeling his warm desire pulsing against her hand now wet with his precum.

Bryce’s head tilts back and he moans her name like a prayer between his ragged breathing.

She takes speed as the seconds pass, stopping just before he reaches the apex of his pleasure. Then, she retracts her hand.

“Now, you ready for more? Cause I am.”

Unable to restrain herself, she kisses him furiously, sliding her hands over the sharp contours of his sculpted body and pressing her core against his crotch.

Bryce parts from her for a moment, his eyes tracing her body once more: her chest pounding fast, her nipples growing hard under the lacy of her bra, her eyes darkened with lustful desire. Perfection sitting over him and mere inches away from his mouth.

“God, Eleanor, there is no one in the world with you.”

He’s not even touching her sensitives spots, but she feels like he’s doing it all at once. His words trigger an unknown pleasure inside her. Is warm and sweet, and makes her heart beating fast.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

Because he’s pure perfection too. His caramel skin is warm against her, his soft hands gripping her tight feels like fire, and his lips now plump for so many kisses, are ready for a thousand more.

She rolls onto her sides as Bryce runs his hand up her back to cup her neck, drawing her mouth to his.

"Come here"

Moaning at the feeling of his body flush to hers, she unleashes a flurry of urgent, but soft kisses, brushing her lips against his heated skin. Then she returns to his mouth, biting his lower lip, then his upper. Then his neck. He’s absolutely addicting, and she knows she’ll never get enough of him.

Bryce guides her against his mouth, his lips grazing hers, their tongues meeting instantly, making her release a moan as his kisses are now sloppy and desperate.

“Bryce… take me”— She begs.

Bryce doesn’t answer. He just pushes her against the bed and traces her body with his hands. When he feels her nipples hardened under her bra, he can’t resist the urge to take them in his mouth again, feeling like her skin is the only thing that can satiate his thirst. Her sweet smooth skin, his favorite place in the world to get lost, along with her beautiful golden eyes.

She moans again, her body shivering against his mouth. Soon she starts to jerk her hips against his, growing in desperation as she’s not having him completely.

“Bryce, I want you… Please.”

Eleanor begs again, but this time, Bryce concedes.

“You have me, Eleanor. You always have.”

And she feels it again. That sweet and unknown pleasure. That warmth.

Her mind races fast, trying to comprehend why this is happening again, what does it mean, until she understands.

He’s right. She has always had him. From the very first day, he had been for her. From the very first kiss, he had had her heart and she had had his. That’s why she only needs his presence to feel alright, that’s why she would lose in his eyes for eternity. That’s why she chose him to spend her last night on earth.

She loves him.

“Bryce…”—She says in a tiny and desperate voice, as he pulls the fabric of her underwear to one side and connects his body to hers and starts rocking gently against her.

Everything feels different now that she knows.

The pleasure building bigger and bigger inside her is hot like fire and sweet as chocolate, melting everything inside her. She closes her eyes for a second, feeling every nook of her body tickling with satisfaction.

Bryce accelerates his thrusts, his motion in perfect sync with her body that only asks for more.

Eleanor opens her eyes again, now shimmering in tears. Bryce looks at her and cups her cheek, worried at first. But he knows her, he can read her like a book. He identifies the yearning in her eyes. The desperate sweetness that’s coming out of her chest with every moan. Why she’s trembling that way when she hasn’t even reached her climax.

He knows.

“Eleanor…”

His whimper lets her know that he feels it too. He loves her. It’s all over his body, his eyes, his words, his kisses. Has been there since the first day.

“Bryce!”—A tear escapes her eyes as the ecstasy burst and flows through her body, from her head to her tiptoes, every inch buzzing and shuddering. And her head is numb and drunk again. Numb of pleasure and drunk of love.

“Fuck…”—She sighs, completely overwhelmed with the sensations.

Bryce finds his release seconds later, the pleasure knocking him off like never before. He’s satisfied, so satisfied, but also happy and complete. He feels like his chest is about to explode with so much warmth and happiness. With so much love.

When he manages to catch up some breath, he traces a hand over her glistening body, making her shudder at his very touch.

She turns to him.

“Was that everything you were imagining?”

“Almost”

He gives her a tender knowing smile before leaning in slowly until he reaches her lips. He had had more than he could’ve ever imagined, but he would never resist a kiss.

“There. Now it’s perfect. What about you?”

She cups his cheek and caresses him with the tip of her thumb.

“Just as the first day. Perfect.”

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erensangel444 · 3 years

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pretty young thing

DO NOT INTERACT IF NOT 16+ thank you <3

miya atsumu x reader x milf!oc

possible part 2???

the way i want this fic to be my reality. is there any milfs or dilfs that want me because bae i’m right here :-)

this fic is atsumu + milf!oc x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this fic has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

a/n: so for the milf original character(atsumu’s wife), i imagine her to be the mom from erased, because she is one fine mf. i would love to place my head in between her mommy milkers and [REDACTED]....horniness is a disease.

warnings: language(most of my fics do contain language), smut: cuckolding??, sharing of lingerie(but no gross mentions), kissing, mentions of sex, slight mentions of spit.

word count: 3.8k

summary: it’s always fun to be someone’s little plaything.

you were broke, and in desperate need of money. college tuition is no joke, and that was what motivated you to pull the paper strip from the poster on the lampost. you had always been told you were good with kids so you figured babysitting would be an easy way to get money. you slipped the piece of paper containing the phone number into your back pocket, throwing your hands into your coat pockets as you headed home.

you had paced back and forth in your cramped kitchen, the slip of paper in between your fingers. before you could overthink anymore, your phone was in your hand as you dialed the number on the slip of paper.

“hello?” a deep voice interrupted the ringing you heard on the other line. “um h-hi” you cringed at your slight voice crack, “i’m calling about the babysitting offer, i picked up one of the slips outside of a cafe,”. it was silent for a moment before the person on the other line spoke, “oh yeah the fliers, babe!” he yelled, causing you to pull the phone away from your ear slightly.

“got someone for the babysitting job,” “really!” you could hear soft cheer in the background, causing you to smile slightly. you could hear shuffling for a moment before someone began talking on the opposite end of the line, a woman this time. “hi! i’m his wife,” her voice was sweet and soft, “did you tell her our names?”. though you couldn’t see it, atsumu shook his head sheepishly behind the phone.

“of course you didn’t, gotta come behind you and do all the hard work,” she grumbled jokingly, causing you to laugh softly. you swore you could hear a murmur of “last i checked you don’t mind being behind me sometimes,” a slight whine of “tsumu!” following in a chastising tone.

“sorry about that,” she apologized before continuing. “you can call me mrs. miya, if the interview goes well then we’ll be getting very close!” “i’m y/n,” you offered up your name, bouncing back and forth on the heel of your foot due to how nervous you were. “would you like to come by sometime tomorrow? i’ll send you all the details,” mrs. miya offered.

“that’d be great, thank you.”

their home was beautiful, arguably one of the of the prettiest one’s you’d seen. the stucco was a cream color, a beautiful walkway leading up to a set of dark oak doors. there were wall length glass windows looking into various rooms on the first floor of the house, green curtains slightly impairing the view into the home.

you stepped up the stairs of the walkway, ringing the doorbell. you opened the door to be met by a breathtaking man, but you internally shook your head at the thought.

he was happily married.

“hi, y/n?” he smiled. you nodded with a smile of your own, mr. miya opened the door further, motioning for you to come inside. you bowed your head slightly in thanks, stepping inside, mr. miya shutting the door behind you. you stood off to the side, the papers mrs. miya had told you to bring clutched tightly in your hands.

“follow me to the kitchen,” mr. miya smiled at you, to which you nodded in response, a soft smile on your face. their kitchen was beautiful, a dark oak wood floor accompanied by white walls. the cabinets were an olive green color, a few plants neatly hung from the ceiling.

your train of thought was broken as a cheer of your name sounded from across the room, “y/n!”. you turned at the sound, mrs. miya standing up from her chair at the kitchen table. you walked over, mr. miya behind you, smiling at his wife. “nice to meet you,” you smiled. mrs. miya offered her hand, to which you obliged, shaking her hand.

“oh who am i kidding, i’m a hugger,” she pulled you in for a hug. “is this alright?” she whispered into your ear, her hand rubbing at the small of your back. the best you could do was hum out an affirmation, hoping the large gulp you had taken wasn’t noticeable.

you pulled away, your cheeks feeling hot. mr. miya laughed softly from beside you, walking over to his wife, his arm falling to wrap around her waist as he spoke, “now what did we say about hugging strangers?”. mrs. miya just smiled in response, “i have a feeling she won’t be a stranger for too long, dear,”.

they shared intimate eye contact for a moment, causing you to look down at your shoes. “y/n, sit, please,” mrs. miya offered. mr. miya rushed over to your side, pulling out a chair for you. you ushered out a soft thanks, sitting down. “so, we’ll get started with some simple questions, no pressure” mrs. miya started. you nodded in response, shuffling slightly in your chair.

“any previous experience babysitting?”

the questions had lasted for about 40 minutes, the couple asking about your age, school experience, previous job occupancies, what you thought your wage should look like. the questionnaire had lasted barely an hour, but you had been at their home for three.

you had spent two hours conversing with the couple, learning about their life, and them learning about yours. mrs. miya had told you the story of how she had met atsumu, the details causing you to laugh. “he fell in the fountain trying to serenade me,” she laughed. “hey, you promised not to tell anyone that part!” mr. miya whined jokingly, playfully elbowing his wife.

you smiled at the couple, enamored by how in love they were. “what about you?” mr. miya asked, causing you to tilt your head and hum in a questioning tone. “are you in a relationship?” he clarified. the question caused your cheeks to heat up, but you answered nonetheless, “no, i’m not dating anyone right now,” your voice had gotten quieter, “i just ended a relationship about 6 months ago, so i’ve been weary about getting back out there,”.

you stopped there, worried you were boring the couple with the details of your love life, but when you looked up from fiddling with your hands, the pair of them showed that they were listening to you intently. “love’s hard,” mrs. miya said simply, reassuring you. you nodded in agreement before atsumu spoke up, “don’t stress about throwing yourself back into the dating field, you’ll know when your ready,” he bounced off of his wive’s words.

“hell,” mrs. miya spoke, the word sounding foreign coming from her lips, “maybe you’ll find someone when you’re not even looking for them,”

you’d had left their house that day with butterflies in your stomach, but you couldn’t figure out why. you had been over to babysit a couple times, and every time you arrived at their home, those butterflies reappeared. the butterflies magnified when atsumu caught you looking at him or his wife, or when their hands would brush against your body trying to get past you in the kitchen.

this was your fifth time babysitting, the miya’s home and the couple themselves becoming more familiar.

you rang the doorbell, playing with the rings on your fingers. hearing the doorknob turn, you looked up to be met by mrs. miya’s smiling face. “hi y/n!” she grinned, holding the door open for you to come inside. you smiled back, letting out a soft hello in response to her greeting.

you stepped inside their home, the feeling more familiar yet so strange at the same time. she led you to the kitchen as you walked behind her. they had explained that they were going to a work gala for mr. miya’s job. on your interview day, they had explained their professions, mr. miya being a professional volleyball player, and mrs. miya being a psychiatrist.

you had known they were going to a work gala, meaning you knew they would be dressed to the tee. if you knew this, then why were your eyes raking over mrs. miya’s figure in the way they were? her hair was pinned up, gold earrings being flaunted. from what you had seen at the door, she had on red lipstick, matching the insatiable red of her dress.

speaking of her dress, it hugged her figure so well. her hips were accentuated in the fabric, which fell down the entire length of her body. she had on gold heels to match her jewlery, her look being perfected.

before you could admire her any longer, you stopped suddenly, mrs. miya slowing in front of you. atsumu was leaning on the wall near the entrance of the kitchen, smirking at you. “she looks stunning, huh?” his voice having an all too-knowing tone to it.

you couldn’t help but blush, shame rushing through you. you had been caught ogling his wife, you couldn’t help but be embarrassed. “no need to get shy,” atsumu said softly, walking over to his wife who had now turned back to look at you.

you had expected her face to exemplify an expression of disgust, and yet, that sweet, saccharine smile was still on her lips. “y-you look you beautiful mrs. miya,” you said shyly, “you too, sir,”. atsumu was donned in a tux, his hair gelled slightly and brushed back to either side. “thank you, y/n,” mrs. miya offered her appreciation for your kind words.

atsumu was still staring at you, something unreadable behind his eyes. “you’re scaring the poor girl tsum’ say thank you,” mrs. miya chastised her husband. “thank you, y/n,” atsumu drawled. you couldn’t help but notice the way your name fell off his tongue, captivated by the way he could make it sound so desirable.

“money’s on the table,” mrs. miya spoke, “haru’s on the couch watching adventure time,” mrs. miya chuckled, causing you to smile. “we’ll be back around 11,” atsumu said, grabbing his wife’s hand. mrs. miya said her goodbyes, her husband doing the same.

you watched as mrs. miya placed a kiss on her child’s head, atsumu smiling down at his son. it was a heartwarming scene. “be sure to lock up,” atsumu said as he and his wife headed towards the door.

he looked over his shoulder at you, smirking, before speaking once more, “thanks again for the compliments, y/n,”.

you had sat down next to haru and watched adventure time for a good hour. eventually, you had gotten up to make him mac and cheese. he was a sweet kid, his parents raising him with wonderful manners. you ran a bath for him after dinner, the boy begging to bring his toys in with him.

you obliged, adding bubbles to the bath and one too many teenage mutant ninja turtles. once he had dried off from his bath, he got dressed for bed, brushing his teeth. he said his goodnight, and made you promise that you would tell his parents that he said goodnight to them too. you smiled down at the boy, holding out your pinky.

you switched off his lamp, “door closed or open?” you asked, “closed please,” he said softly. “alright, get some sleep,” you smiled at him, shutting his door. you had walked downstairs, sitting down on the living room couch. you mindlessly scrolled through your phone for a bit, double-tapping photos. you saw headlights flash through the window, the couple arriving home.

you figured you’d wait for the doorbell to ring before unlocking the door, in order to show atsumu that you had locked up as he had said to. you sat for a minute more, confused on why the couple wasn’t already at the door. you figured they may have been sitting in the car talking, your attention falling back down to your phone.

30 minutes, and long one’s at that, had passed. you didn’t want to invade on their privacy, but you were tired and ready to go home. you peeked out the window, and the car was in the driveway.

the windows were fogged, and the car seemed to have a slight shake to it. a hand slapped against the backseat window, and as your mind put 2 + 2 together, you quickly averted your eyes from the scene.

you couldn’t help the arousal that began to form in your lower area. you could feel your cheeks heat up as you sat back down on the couch, crossing your legs and rubbing your thighs together.

two minutes later, the doorbell rang. you rushed to the front door, taking a deep breath before unlocking the door. sex was written all over the both of them, atsumu’s gelled back hair now slightly falling over his forehead, his cheeks flushed a light pink. mrs. miya was in a similar state, her cheeks tinged a darker shade of pink then atsumu’s.

“sorry we’re so late,” atsumu smiled, his hand falling to the small of his wife’s back. he led her inside, walking to the kitchen and you followed. “how was haru?” mrs. miya asked, a slight breathlessness to her tone. “oh, um he was really great, he’s really well behaved,” you answered.

mrs. miya smiled at that, throwing her clutch down on to the table before sitting down. “water, hon?” atsumu asked from across the kitchen, mrs. miya nodding before letting her face fall into her hands.

atsumu set a glass of water down in front of his wife, the woman muttering out a soft thank you. he opened the liquor cabinet, grabbing the bottle of bourbon and a crystallized cup. “bourbon, tsum?” mrs. miya scolded slightly, atsumu just shrugging in response.

“i n-need to get this dress off,” mrs. miya said, seemingly growing slightly more unsettled. “atsumu’s drunk as a fish,” mrs. miya groaned, flailing her hands in the direction of her husband, “bet he wouldn’t even be able to find the zipper,”.

she turned towards you, her voice softening, “would you mind coming up and unzipping me? sorry to keep you longer, i just need to get this dress off,” she huffed out a sigh. “of course, i don’t mind,” you said politely, following mrs. miya out of the kitchen.

you turned back to see atsumu leaning against the counter, tipping his glass of bourbon towards you with a wolfish grin.

mrs. miya took off her other earring, setting the gold piece down in her jewelry box. their bedroom was close to how you had expected, elegant but comfortable and homey. “sorry it was such a long night,” mrs. miya said, her back still turned towards you as she fiddled with the clasp of her necklace.

“it’s alright, i really don’t mind,” you watch the clasp of the necklace open and close a few more times before you offered, “did you want help?”. “yes,” mrs. miya sighed, “that’d be great, thank you,” she turned back to smile at you.

she had unpinned her hair, most likely in the car, brown locks falling over shoulder. her hand grabbed her hair, brushing it over her left shoulder. your finger pulled down on the little gold clasp, separating the link of the necklace.

you lifted it over mrs. miya’s head before setting it down beside the jewelry box. “thank you,” she smiled, “o-of course,” you replied meekly. “would you mind getting my dress now,” mrs. miya asked. “oh um, yes,” you cringed at your awkwardness, your hands falling to the neckline of her dress.

you grasped the zipper between your pointer finger and thumb, pulling down. you had to tug a little harder as you got further down the dress, but eventually the item of clothing pooled at mrs. miya’s feet. you forced yourself to look somewhere else, eyeing the photo of mrs. miya and her husband at the beach.

“can i ask you something?” she paused for a moment, “just between us girls,”. you hummed out an ‘mhm’, looking down at the ground now. “do you think atsumu will like this lingerie? i was on the fence about it when i bought it,”. at her words, you couldn’t help but let your eyes rake up her figure.

the lingerie was blush pink, and lace, acting as a subtle parallel to mrs. miya’s skin. you became more and more aware of how hot the room was becoming, had it always been this hot? you looked up, mrs. miya facing you now, her eyebrows raised in question. “so?” she asked plainly, that sweet smile still on her lips.

“i-it’s lovely, mr. miya will love it,” you stuttered, forcing your eyes away from her body. mrs. miya walked over to the full length mirror on the other side of the room, her hands brushing over her body. “i don’t know, i think i feel weird cause i’ve only seen it on me,” she hesitated before her smile grew and she clapped her hands together.

“you have to try it on, i think i need to see it from another perspective,” her eyes were glinting in delight. “oh n-no, i couldn’t,” “please, i’d really appreciate it,”. you bit on your bottom lip before simply nodding. mrs. miya’s hands raised to the bra clasp but you stopped her before she could remove the bralette from her body, “i-i’ll! i’ll try it on the bathroom,” you quieted down towards the end of your sentence, your cheeks flushed with heat.

“oh okay,” she said, “walk right through the door, i’ll pass it through in just a second,”. you opened the barn door that led to the master bathroom, closing it behind you. you took a deep breath, rationalizing what was going on at the moment. a knock broke you from your rushing thoughts, “here you go,” mrs. miya’s soft voice sounded through the wood of the door.

you opened it, a green robe covering her body now, “i-i’ll put it on, and be-” your voice cracked slightly, “be out in just a second,”. mrs. miya nodded in understanding, smiling before you shut the barn door.

you unbuckled your jeans, folding them neatly before setting them on the countertop of the sink. you pulled your shirt over your head, folding it and placing it on top of your pants. you were embarrassed with the panties you had chosen to wear today, zebra stripes and hot pink hearts covering the fabric. you pulled your panties off, putting them under your jeans and out of sight.

your bra came off next, and you flung it atop your clothes. you huffed out a deep breath, pulling the white lace panties onto your body. you couldn’t help but think that mrs. miya had just worn these, the thought sending shivers down your spine. you put the bralette on next, slipping it over your arms before clasping it in the middle.

you looked over your appearance in the mirror, shaking away any insecurities. you walked over to the barn door, pulling it open little by little. you could see mrs. miya’s head turn expectantly and once the door no longer covered your body, her eyes lit up. “wow,” she sighed, and you couldn’t help but want to curl in on yourself.

your embarrassment must of been visible, mrs. miya quickly reassuring you, “you look fucking amazing,”. the curse word sounded so foreign falling from her lips, yet you reveled in the harshness of the word coming from her lips. “t-thank you,” you said quietly.

mrs. miya’s voice was cut off by the sound of the bedroom door opening. you quickly realized what that meant, but before you could even react atsumu’s eyes were locked on your face and falling down your figure. “got started without me, huh?”.

you felt like crying, embarrassed that mr. miya was seeing you like this. “atsumu!” his wife chastised. a single tear fell down your cheek, your throat burning and yet there was that hint of something you felt deep inside of you.

“i-i’m sorry y/n, we should’ve been more upfront with you,” mrs. miya said walking over to you, her hand brushing away the tear that had fallen down your cheek. more...upfront? what did she mean?

atsumu could sense your confusion, that slight smirk still lingering in his expression, “what my wife is trying to say is that,” atsumu started, walking closer to you, “we think you deserve a reward, been so good tonight, waited here for so long too,”. mrs. miya’s hand that was on your cheek was now rubbing your shoulder.

your hair had been tied up since earlier, and atsumu’s mouth latched onto the exposed skin of your neck, sucking on the skin. he pulled back slightly, admiring the reddish-purple mark blossoming on your body. he plunged in once more, leaving lingering kisses along your neck, your cheek, your jawline. mrs. miya was kissing your shoulder, her hands gripping your hips.

“atsumu stop for a moment,” atsumu grumbled, but pulled away nonetheless. mrs. miya grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her, “is this alright? if you want to stop we can, we’ll forget it ever happened,”. your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth, your entire body feeling as though it was on fire.

“but if you want this, we need to hear it,” mrs. miya finished, her eyes glazing over your expression intently, searching for any hesitation. “w-want this,” you said quietly “want you both, please,” you whimpered. you heard atsumu chuckle lowly from behind you before your line of vision was shifting from mrs. miya to her husband.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he said, his voice gravely. “we’ve been wantin’ to do this since the first fuckin’ day,”. next thing you knew atsumu’s lips were on yours, the distinct taste of bourbon flooding your senses. atsumu pulled away, a line of spit connecting your lips, before he moved back to your neck, sucking another hickey into your skin.

“so greedy tsumu’,” mrs. miya said, turning you to her once more before her lips locked with yours. her lips tasted sweet, her tongue slotting over yours and easily winning dominance. she pulled away flashing that sweet smile at you once more. they were going to be the death of you. mrs miya walked you back towards the bed, pushing you down onto the soft mattress.

“gonna be good for us, right?” she mumbled into the skin of your stomach, kissing down the length of your body. “look at her babe, she’s already fucking drooling,” you heard atsumu speak from above you, his body towering over yours.

mrs. miya pulled away from your skin for a moment, looking up at your desperate expression. “look so pretty,” she sighed, her hands playing with the waistband of the white lace panties. “gonna look so pretty when your full of tsumu’s cock too, huh?”. you whined at the thought, your hips thrusting up into nothing

“told ya we wouldn’t be strangers, tsumu,”

OKAY I KNOW KINDA A CLIFFHANGER ON THE SMUT I DONT MEAN TO EDGE YALL LIKE THAT :{ but i really wanted to get this out. maybe i’ll do a part 2 depending on how this part of the fic does??? thank you for reading love you<3

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chaneajoyyy · 4 years

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Who’s writing new BP fics? It’s feeling kinda dry out here

Oh you gotta keep looking cause they out here!!!

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- letters for my love series, just for this moment series, she’s mine series, abiona au series- @sarcastic-sunshines

- redemption series (updated), starlight series, dress up- @airis-paris14

- new start series (with “reader meets erik who is a single father”), round 2 series, reader sleeping over a erik’s, “erik and reader are opposites- like she’s so nice, calm and soft, and erik is mean... as always and his family is so confused on how they’re dating”, imagine where erik and the reader has heir firs date and when he get home he’s super excited and tell his friends how happy and in love he is?, erik with goofy reader on a mission, reader catching erik using her expensice skincare products afer she told him it’s off limit, hug time, erik ghosting after a fight with his gf & she hears he’s out acting single so she decide she’s single too. but he shows up & all like “who said we broke up?”, reader is not answering her phone and erik is worried/irrirated because the day before he was mean to her and she left his house crying?, an imagine where erik finding out the reader is powerful (like a mutant), erik & mbaku fighting over the reader, found you series, erik helping his need tomboy bff get a makeover & he starts to get jealous of how much attention she starts to get from other guys, vulnerable soft erik where he and the reader get into an argument and later that night he’s trying to sleep but can’t because she’s refusing to come to bed with him and he has to be vulnerable with her and tells her “you know i can’t sleep without you”?, “short imagine or headcanon ha erik finds out his girlfriend has more body’s then him or his a mafia leader, something between those lines. but instead of being upset for her not telling him he’s actually cool with it”, erik comforting the reader after finding out she lost a loved one and he had a good day, reader learns she’s pregnant and comes up with a creative way to tell erik , erik and the reader are set up on a blind date by mutual friends, “reader is studying for her upcoming test and she is frustrated with the amount of studying she has to do. erik notices she has been studying for a long time, and tries to do everything to relax her mind”, erik takes reader to wakanda for the first time, erik sees his girl still sleep with a stuffed animal and by kinda makes fun of her but when she puts it up he sees she struggles withouth it?, “imagine with erik inspired by the somg caretaker by dram and sza, like maybe the reader is feeling a bit ill/nauseous and erik to take care of her”, diaper change, sofboi erik where he asks the reader to marry him, hc of erik being jealous of his girl is too close to t’challa? always texting/wanting to hang out when they visit, back to you series, readering driving erik nuts with cravings & mood swings. ex: interrupting his sleep for food runs only to say she doesn’t want that anymore when he returns & demand something else, “ whatever you’re trying to butter me up for, the answer is no”?, how did he meet his love?, life together, your first time, hurting, fears, sick day, jealous series, when you’re sick, night fights, two lines, opening up, newborn, comfort, some love, insecure, first steps, it’s time series, cool down time, first day back- @killmongerdrabbles

- back & forth- @supremethunda

- baby mama series, again, move, guess, night, nsfw alphabet, bow- @woahitslucyylu

- reactions o their girl’s wap (with erik), erik and reader being petty in the house after an argument- @tastingmellow

- next lifetime series, days off with erik, girls trip series (updated),the way you make me feel- @theficplug

- only then am i human series,a little vacation- @opalsandlace

-faded series, waves series, concrete cowboys series, black boys bloom thors first series (volume 3)- @uzumaki-rebellion

- black tie event- @laketaj24

- genuine, numb- @taterfics

- city boy and his country girl series, wake up, meet the furys- @blackmissfrizzle

- come thru, this lil’ game we play- @writetimes

- in between the lines series- @melodyofmbaku

- him, her and us series; conversations and coffee trips series, dancing around each oher series, mrs., you again series, where are we now?, cold coffee, here we are again series, summer love (could be any of the marvel men including t’challa); love, apps, and attitudes series; give me a reason (search for t’challa x reader)- @iliketowrite1996

- homewrecker series (updated), family reunion- @shaekingshitup

- unexpected things happen in the clucky’s drive-thru, where you going: a quarantine quickie, halloween, delicate series, the best man- @majesticbrownjawn

- i like tha series (updated), shea butter (baby) series @nachtaiwrites

- the spririt of christmas, dentist series (updated), waiting to get home, best friends series, line love series, hell loves satin: tales of a mascochist, tattoo party- @hearteyes-for-killmonger

- uncharted series (updated), metamorphasis series, the remodel series, the boy is mine series (collab with @dashhoney25), sweet heat, quarantine bae, throttle, sugar, toxic, fair is fair, work boo (updated)- @soufcakmistress

- caught up series- @twistedcharismaaa

- homebody series- @truglori

- roadtrip series- @cecereads209

- lights out, a better man- @reelwriter19

- you mean it? series, haunted series- @heykillmongerluhme

- end in flames series, my health- @bvlckgirlmvgix (not so new but do check out!)

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