#so i just Shut Down!!!!! what else was i supposed to do!!!!

[edenfenixblogs]

2 am rant cuz I can’t sleep:

I’ve stated repeatedly that I’m pro-Palestine and pro-peace, so I obviously want a two sided, negotiated ceasefire and permanent peace for all. I’ve repeatedly stated that I do not condone the degree of heavy bombing taking place in Gaza.

But it’s currently 2:15 in the morning and I am haunted. I’m haunted by the fact that the world saw the brutal attack on Jews and celebrated. I’m haunted by the number of high l-profile celebrities who felt moved to speak out for Palestine — wearing flags and pins and signing demands for Israel to stop bombing, but who said nothing about the dead and tortured and kidnapped Jews.

Yes, what is happening in Palestine is and continues to be a tragedy.

But apparently what happened and is happening to Jews worldwide and Israelis of all religions simply isn’t. At least not enough of one. Not enough of one to move these high-profile folks to speak out for us. Not enough of a tragedy to say the names of the hostages, including one forced to give birth while kidnapped by terrorists. Not enough of a tragedy to condemn the violence happening against Jews. Not enough to speak out on behalf of a 20-year-old singer made to fear for her life because she dared to be from Israel and sing about her own trauma instead of, idk, bursting into flame or shutting up or whatever the mob wanted her to do.

No. What happens to us isn’t a tragedy. It’s a nuisance. It’s a nuisance to have to care about Jews. It gets in the way of everyone else feeling good about their “radical activism” and self-aggrandizing bravery. People of all levels and types of fame. All of whom say they only want peace and an end to pain. Yet when they mention pain, it’s always and only the Palestinian flag. When they want a ceasefire, it’s always an only in reference to Palestine. But they wouldn’t be caught dead asking for an end to Hamas or Hezbollah bombs or even acknowledging that they exist. All calls for peace involve asking Israel to lay down arms but no call for anyone attack Israel, Israelis, or Jews worldwide to do the same.

From large creators to small creators to people in day to day life, non-Jews around the world have made clear that it would be more convenient for them if we Jews just died. If we stopped ever defending ourselves or speaking up or being sad in public.

The vast majority of people speaking out would or will view this post as a justification of violence. But it’s not. It’s a condemnation of complicity from people who claim to care about peace. It is a condemnation of those who claim to be against antisemitism yet refuse to listen when Jews point out how they are contributing to and spreading more antisemitism. People and institutions worldwide have failed Jews everywhere.

Cats Blanchett

Mark Ruffalo

Billie Eilish

Viola Davis

Lena Heady

Susan Sarandon

Ava DuVernay

Hozier

Sara Ramirez

Annie Lennox

Cynthia Nixon

Angelina Jolie

Multiple UN groups and resolutions

College students and professors across the world

Friends I’ve had for 8 years who don’t even respond to messages that I have moved out of state or even spoken to me in at least five months

So many people who are so eager to read every bit of pro-Palestine news that exists and condemn every action from Israel.

And yet…

Before the bombings. Before the reprisals. Before all the violence from Israel: where were they? All these people who so desperately beg for peace (as defined by the end of Israeli aggression only): where were they when it was just dead Jews? Where were the Instagram posts and educational content and in depth analyses of Israeli trauma and history? Where were the condemnations of Hamas? Where were those who are moved to speak for anyone and everyone but Jews?

Are we really supposed to believe any of you actually want peace? When you chant for the globalization of terror tactics that traumatized a generation of Israeli Jews? When you fail to acknowledge Jewish history in any way except to minimize it?

Before the bombing campaign, where were the red carpet statement pins and gowns featuring Jewish stars?

How are we Jews anywhere in the world literally ever supposed to believe that you’re not actively cheering for our deaths? Maybe not in front of our faces, but certainly behind our backs. We know. We know you’re afraid to be less than tactful in front of us, but that you describe our rapes and murders and social exclusion and kidnappings as “unfortunate but necessary.”

I’m reminded of when Israel was first created. At a time where every Jew on earth was traumatized directly because the Holocaust firsthand, Britain left the territory of mandatory Palestine and the UN allowed for the creation of a Jewish state. And then proceeded to heckle the traumatized survivors for handling its creation poorly. The Nakba is a tragedy and an outrage and I’ll never deny that.

But…y’all are no different from the people who stood on the sidelines as Israel was first created. Why was it up to an actively traumatized people who had very recently (and after a continuous 2,000 year period of expulsions and pogroms and murders) been slaughtered on an industrial scale to somehow create a perfect and stable government in a land where people despised them?

The world needs to own up to the fact that everything that ever went wrong in Israel’s creation is a direct result of the continuous and still ongoing contempt for Jews by all the other countries that could have stepped in to help and provide Jews with a guarantee of safety at any time in the last 2,000 years in general but also since 1934 specifically. And you didn’t. Your great grandparents and grandparents and parents all didn’t do jack shit. And you are following in their footsteps. You are all doing just as they did: standing on the sidelines and heckling the Jews you don’t like for fighting back too aggressively.

But what exactly have you or anyone else done to help Jews in your communities or in Israel to not feel like caged animals forced to fight for survival? Like wild beasts you let loose for slaughter in a coliseum for your own enjoyment? At what point have you worked to provide Jews with other options? How have you made the Jews in your life feel safe or seen during this time? How have you started to deconstruct the harmful anti-Jewish bias you inherited from the people you love?

Is it ok that Netanyahu and the Likud government is bombing Palestine to the extent it is currently doing? Of course not. And I’ll never say otherwise.

But aside from yelling “hey stop it!” at Israel or “you’re complicit!” at Jews who fail to join your chanting, what exactly have you done at any point since this started to make the world safer for any of us?

Because from what I can see, the vast majority of you have done nothing. And every Jew I’ve spoken to in the last half a year has seen the exact same nothing.

Too many of you are too concerned with being on the right side of history. Most of you aren’t famous actors or musicians or whatever. Most of you are just people. History won’t remember you individually. Who knows what history will say about the movements of which you were a part? My guess is that you’ll be called passionate and outraged and sympathetic, but ultimately disorganized and misguided.

But you know who will remember you? Every Jew you’ve encountered since 10/7. We will remember each individual we saw who celebrated our death or ghosted us or made us feel unwelcome in our own lives.

We will remember you forever. And not fondly.

[vampiresbloodx]

Older!librarian!Wanda being your date to prom, well, it wasn't like highschool prom, but your college decided to host one similar to that. It was mostly just a dance but they called it a typical American prom.

Where there'll be a prom king and queen, Wanda remembers her days of getting ready, being all excited. Now it feels different.

Different but good.

Wanda had thought it was all about the guy asking the girl, she always hated getting rejected by her supposed crush at the time. Watching all of the other girls get their dream, it was silly, really. But it meant a lot to her.

Wanda was sitting in your apartment as she watches you try on dresses after dresses, some she even picked out for you.

God you looked so beautiful.

"well, what do you think? I still don't know, I don't feel.... Beautiful" you muttered the last part, but she heard you loud and clear, standing up almost immediately as she frowns at you.

"no, you are beautiful. I don't care if you don't feel it, whatever that nonsense is, you are my beautiful girl, I won't accept anything else, okay?" She'd say, her hands coming up to cup at your face as your cheeks burned under her gaze.

"o-okay" you stammered, looking like a flustered mess as she smiles.

"good girl, now, show me" she said, sitting back down on the edge of your bed.

Practically it was hers too now. Just like how her bed at her place was yours.

You gave her a twirl, shyly, it was adorable. God. You drove her insane. She couldn't keep her eyes off you, as she locked you up and down, taking you all in.

"so stunning" she purred, her voice sending a chill down your spine as you feel her standing behind you, you didn't know how this happened as you weren't entirely paying attention but none of that mattered, all you wanted was her. "You'll be the prettiest queen there. Everyone will see." She whispered, pressing kisses along the back of your neck and up.

Your mouth opened as you released a moan, your body falling into her, letting her catch you. She grins from ear to ear, sucking on your sweet spots, making sure you get louder for her, which you do. You sound so beautiful. Wanda sneaks her hand underneath your dress, pulling it up as you spread your legs open for her, eyes shut as you let her do whatever she wants.

[woso-soso]

You're Going To Do Great

Summary: Jessie gets put to the ultimate test, taking care of the team baby.

Word Count: 1,407

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I have not proofread yet, please let me know of any major mistakes but I will go back tomorrow and fix anything then!

You cover your mouth, doing your best to muffle the giggle bubbling inside of you at the look on Jessie’s face. You stand behind the camera as you watch the robotic baby doll get tossed onto the table landing right in front of Jessie. You had been doing media for the Portland Thorns for the last four years, having been lucky to land an entry level position after graduating from UCLA. Which is where you had met Jessie, the two of you having been together now for eight years, married for three of them. 

“What is going on?” She asks cautiously.

“One of the team predictions this year was that there would be another team baby,” you say off camera. “So far we haven’t had one so the team voted to do this, and you were selected to be the honorary mom.” You can see Jessie's nerves clear as day. It was a challenge to even get her to agree to do a video. There was no way you were going to tell her this was the plan. 

“So what am I supposed to do with it?” Jessie asks, picking the doll up slowly. Turning it over towards the camera, the little Portland thorns onesie on full display. 

“Well,” you start “IT’S name is Rose, and she will be spending the day with you.” You toss a ring of cards towards Jessie hoping and praying that her somewhat fast reflexes actually kick in for once. With a small sigh of relief you watch her catch them easily, well somewhat easily, the robot baby narrowly escapes being dropped on the ground. 

“All day?” Jessie’s eyes go wide as she stares past the camera into your eyes.

“All day,” you confirm. “But you’ll have this to aid you,” you toss yet another item at Jessie, the bright blue baby sling landing in front of her in a heap. “And those cards will be your life line, each one represents something different, feeding, changing, burping etcetera. There is also a panic card but trust me you don’t want to use it.” 

“How am I supposed to train with it?” Jessie asks as she fiddles with the baby sling. 

“You’ll figure it out Jessie, by the end of the day you're going to love ROSE.” You emphasize as the freckled woman glares at you. 

“Fine,” she grumbles, “Come help me with this,” she says as the camera is shut off, the baby sling hanging limply in her hand. With a soft smile on your face you go over to help her clip the robotic baby in. “Maybe this will be good practice,” Jessie whispers her hand resting gently on your slightly swollen abdomen. You were only four months along and no one on the team was aware of the impending arrival of baby Fleming, but you were ok with that. The two of you holding your notoriously very private status like a badge of honor. 

“I’m sure you’ll do amazing, just like with everything else,” You affirm as you brush her hair aside to clip the top of the sling. 

The camera crew follows Jessie around for the rest of the day, capturing every moment they can. You personally watch from your office window that faces down onto the training pitch. You laugh to yourself as you watch her attempt to leave the baby on the side lines, but the robotic screaming starts almost instantly. Jessie rushes to try and stop the crying, tapping every card on the ring multiple times until you see her visibly relax. Her teammates chirping at her as she heads back on to the pitch. 

You know for a fact that she has set off the panic card multiple times, the app connected to your phone alarming multiple times as she franctiled tried to get the screaming to stop. You watch as practice comes to a pause. Pushing away from your desk you slowly make your way down to the pitch. 

“Y/N,” shouts Olivia, the young girl attaching herself to your hip the second you're in sight. The much younger girl having become like a younger sister over the years as you took on a caregiver role while on the road. 

“Shhhhhh,” Jessie hisses at her “It just got quiet lets please not set it… “a loud screech echoes across the stadium. “Off.” Jessie sighs heavily as she digs out the cards again, starting the process of tapping every card not even taking a second to look at which was which. 

“Jessie, shouldn’t you be looking at the cards.” Olivia quips. “I don’t know if they didn’t have these in Canada but the more you hit it with the wrong card the worse your score is.” 

“IT'S SCORED?” Jessie asks panicked, turning towards you like you’ve betrayed her. 

“I told you to not hit it willy-nilly with the cards didn’t I,” Your eyebrow raised in question. 

“But you didn’t say I would be scored,” she exclaims. 

“Well,” you start, eyeing the cameras around you, “you might want to start making up for it, you might be able to redeem yourself before the end of day.” 

“Come on Jessie I raised you to be better to kids then that,” Sincy says patting the younger woman on the back as they head in for lunch. 

“If you think you’d be so good at it you take the baby then,” Jessie grunts in frustration as she shoves the plastic baby into the older womens arms. “I just need a minute away from the screaming.” Before Sincy can object Jessie is darting off into the cafeteria. 

By the end of the afternoon your phone has gone off another five times, the notifications popping up indicating that Jessie has yet again messed up and used the panic card. You take your time making your way to the locker room, meeting up with the camera crew along the way. You knock before entering the locker room, the screaming robot baby being all you can hear as people start to pack up for the night. Jessie having shoved the baby under a pile of pennies to try and muffle some of the screams.

“I don’t think that suffocating the baby bodes well for your score,” Your voice causes Jessie to jump suddenly as she whirls around to look at you. Her hand shooting into the pile of pennies to retrieve the robot.  

“I….” Jessie stammers. 

“It’s okay, give me the doll.” Your hand stretched out to take the screaming doll from her. Quickly flipping it over and turning it off. 

“She could have just turned it off all day?” Sophia shouts from across the locker room. 

“She could have,” you start with a smirk “but it wouldn’t have ended well for her if she had.” Jessies normally red cheeks flush even brighter. “Now, who here wants to know what Jessie scored on caring for our lovely Rose here?” 

“ME!” Exclaims a good portion of the crowd gathered in the room, the cameras panning across the grinning faces before settling on a flustered Jessie. 

“Mrs Fleming here has scored an impressive,” you pause for a moment to raise the intensity “57 percent, not too good there Mrs Fleming, looks like you might have some learning to still do.” You can make out a few digs and laughs in the locker room, most of them poking fun at Jessie for being as smart as she is. You hear quite a few questioning if that's the lowest grade she's ever gotten. 

You check behind you to be sure the cameras are off before making your way over to the shorter brunette, her cheeks bright red and eyes turned downward. She doesn’t necessarily look upset, more so uncomfortable with all the attention on her. 

“Am I really going to be that bad?” She questions quietly, her eyes moving to meet yours. “Am I going to break our baby,” her voice even quieter than before, wanting to maintain this secret from everyone for as long as possible. 

“Jessie Alexandra Fleming you are going to do great, amazing even. Trust me, I wouldn’t have a baby with anyone but you.” Your hand takes hers, your thumb gently running across the back of her hand. 

“Really?” She asked.

“Really,” you say gently, leaning down to place a soft kiss to her lips, her cheeks instantly flaming even more brightly at the very very rare show of affection in public.

[satorusugurugurl]

I Think He Knows: (Chapter Three)

Summary: When your novel takes off and becomes a best seller, doors of opportunities open for you. You can work on the series you have dreamed about all your life. And you’re also given the chance to stay in a tiny cottage in Europe for two years to help with inspiration! Your best friend, Geto Suguru, shatters at the news. How could he tell you how he feels when you leave him? His opportunity appears right before him when you confess that your editor thinks a change of scenery will help with your not-so-steamy romance scenes. They’re lacking a particular spice because you’re a virgin. So, Suguru does what any best friend would do. He offers to teach you how things work. Will you cross that line as friends? Or will you both say goodbye?

Pairing: Geto Suguru x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,733

Warning: Language, suggestiveness, grinding, neck kisses, dry humping, nightmares, mentions of character death, panic attack, night terror, blood

A/N: a little peek into Geto’s past~ hmmmm wonder howthis is going to play out. Hm indeed 😈💚

Part One Part Two

Your best friend is staring into your eyes in stunned silence. He hadn’t expected you to be so open about what you wanted. In a way, it was sort of cute; in another, it was extremely attractive. You knew what you wanted and weren’t opposed to asking for it.

“Okay, so tell me, what was happening in this wet dream?”

Despite the fact you wanted to try, you were slightly embarrassed. What were you supposed to say? ‘Oh, you know I dreamed about us, making out with your knee between my legs.’ He was your best friend, but you couldn’t admit that to him.

“Uhm, I-I was dreaming about my characters in an alley—making out and stuff.”

“Oaklynn and Ilsan?”

Hearing him say the names of your self-appointed children had your heart racing. “Y-yeah, and we’ll. Uhm, he put his knee between her legs, and well, I uhm—not me! Oaklynn, she uhm was grinding on it?” Suguru hummed, getting out of bed and offering you his hand.

“I can do that.”

“O-Oh, like right now?”

He grinned as you gently took his hand. “Yeah, right now. If you’re okay with that?”

“Of course; how else are you going to teach me?”

The sweet innocence of your voice nearly had Suguru blowing his load. God, you were so damn cute it’s not even funny. He leads you to one of the walls in his room, motioning towards the spot you gladly took. Your back pressed against the wall, the cold contrasting the heat radiating over your skin.

“Alright,” Suguru’s hands press firmly against the wall, caging you in like you he had at the restaurant and in your dream. “If you get uncomfortable, or it gets too much for you to handle, say the word, and we’re done, okay?”

“Okay—uhm, so do we just?”

Your best friend laughed, his dark hair falling in his face as he kissed you softly. “I got you. Just lose yourself in the feeling, okay.” With your gentle nod, Suguru kisses you again, this time deeper.

His lips are firmer, moving gently over yours, giving you time to follow his lead, kissing him back with the same force, losing yourself in the taste of his minty breath on you. Suguru’s eyes crack open, staring at your face. Fuck, why the fuck were you so cute? Eyebrows knitted together, eyes tightly squeezed shut in concentration. That look that was so prettily plastered across your face was the exact look you had when you were in the zone. Hunched over your laptop, writing down in your notebooks, it was a look that he absolutely adored.

Seeing you look like that when kissing him made him eager to teach you more. So he gently kicked your feet apart, allowing him to slide his knee between your legs. You inhale sharply at the sudden sensation of his knee pressing against your shorts.

The sudden contact of having something other than your hand touch you is like magic. You gasp into Suguru’s mouth, whimpering as you squirm against his leg. Your panties are wet and slick, making it easier for you to glide stiffly against him. You’re not sure how to move or what to do. So you open your eyes before breaking the kiss.

“W-What do I do now?” You ask softly, gripping his t-shirt for support. “Do I uhm—just hump you?”

Sugar laughs softly, shaking his head before pressing his forehead against yours. “You can hump my thigh if you want, or I could help you?” Suguru can feel you throb against his thigh. “You like the sound of option two?” How your face flushed and your eyes widened has him chuckling.

“H-How did you know that?”

“Well, I don’t mean to embarrass you, but I could feel you throb.” You were humiliated, no, no, mortified was a better word! The hundred-yard stare has Suguru laughing softly, his hand cupping your cheek. “Nothing to be embarrassed about; it means you’re getting turned on.”

“O-Oh—okay.”You made a mental note to jot that down once you had your phone in your hand. “Okay, cool, uhm, y-you may commence?” Suguru scoffed, shaking his head at your uptight retort; seeing his reaction makes you want to hide away. Suguru tilted his head as his hands gently grabbed both sides of your hip. I mean, I can think of a couple of other things we can insert into your mouth.” the stuttering inhale that sounded from you lined with innocence had his cock twitch as he rocked you back and further other his knee.“But we’ll save that for next time. Just relax and feel.” that wasn't going to be hard, not when he rocked your hips against his knee like he was.

“M-mm.” bringing your hand up to your mouth, you moaned, “O-Ohh fuck.”

Suguru’s heart felt like it was running a 5K marathon. Hearing you, his pretty best friend, the girl he's had a crush on since elementary school, moan. God, it was a dream come true. Your voice was so soft and hesitant. You wanted to cry out but weren't sure it was okay. The utter innocence had him holding himself back. The last thing Suguru wanted to do was go too far.

“Feel good?” Suguru asked, voice thick with need. The fear you might moan out loud stopped you from answering, only allowing yourself to nod your head. “Good.”

His fingers dig a bit deeper into your hips, dragging you harder against him. You jolted, jaw clenching as intense pleasure rocked through you. It felt like there was a fire kindling between your legs each time he rocked you back and forth. The burning sensation began to spread through your entire body, making it difficult for you to stay quiet.

You didn't want to make him feel weird; he was doing this to help you. For you to start moaning and losing yourself in the pleasure was not what this was about. This was all about bettering your writing! Nothing more than that!

Telling yourself that didn't make it feel any less good. You whined, your swollen clit rubbed perfectly over your underwear, stimulating it just enough to have you dripping. Your hands gripped Suguru’s forearms for support as you tried rolling your hips against him like he was doing.

Seeing you try to rock had Suguru grunting. He slowed his movements, allowing you to take the reins yourself and get a feel for rocking to see what felt good for you. The absence of his hands had you flattering for a minute, your horny brain trying to figure out what to do to keep up with the pleasure you were feeling.

“Relax, just rock your hips back and forth, do what feels best.”

“R-Right.” You began grinding back and forth with a deep breath, mimicking his movements. “L-Li—ahh—like that?”

Seeing the way your cheeks flushed and how your lips parted as you humped his thigh made Suguru’s dick rock hard. “Well, it depends on you. Does it feel good?” He knew it felt good; it was the reason why you were moaning softly, why you held him in a vice grip.

“Y-Yeah, f-feels good—I’m uhm—”

“You what? You close already?”

“W-What? Close, no, I'm just—” Suguru smirked as you mumbled under your breath.

“Huh? Sorry, I didn't catch that?”

“I-I feel really wet.”

Your best friend leans in, his breath brushing over your ear, causing you to shiver. “I know you're wet.” Your body stiffened, and your hands trembled against his arms.

“Y-You do?”

“I can feel how soaked you are.” You try to look down to see what he sees, but he gently grabs your chin, forcing you to focus solely on him. “Don't freak out, just keep going, come on, rock those hips.”

You do as he says, rocking your hips faster against his thigh as a coil begins to tighten in your lower abdomen. “Nngh, Suguru.” Hearing your name pass through your lips was like a dream come true. “F-feels good, really good.” The coil tightens more and more, making Suguru swallow as you got yourself off on him.

“Y3ah~? Good, keep going, keep it up.”

Suguru had made plenty of girls cum before, so he could tell you were close. Your breathing was shallow, and your eyes kept closing at the intensity of your rapid movements against him. Your skin was flushed, your nipples hard, and god, he was almost positive that you were leaving a wet spot on his pajama pants. God, he wanted you to cum; what he'd give to watch you get off on him. To see how pretty you looked when you would cum. See the expressions you made in bed with your hand in your underwear.

“S-Sugu—”

“Fuck you sound so good~ make sure to savor the feeling, okay? It's going to help with your book.”

“Y-Yeah~ yeah!” The coil felt like it was getting tighter and tighter, making you chase the feeling, a feeling that was foreign to you. “Oh my god, oh god, oh god.”

Suguru pressed his lips against your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. “Yeah, keep going, that's it~ that’s it.” God, he was so hard it hurt, but he didn’t care about his cock; all he cared about was you.

Your thighs began shaking, eyes watering as a strange sensation wandered in your veins. Something was wrong. It felt like something was going to happen, to wash over you. The intense feeling was so overwhelming, making you choke as your heart rate spiked, not from pleasure but from fear.

You removed your hands from Suguru’s arms, placing your palms against his chest. For a second, Suguru thought you were going to grip onto him for support when you creamed your panties. You pushing him away was the last thing he thought you would do.

“Stop! Please stop!”

Just as he promised, Suguru stepped back, his hands held out before him as he gave you some space. He watched with worried eyes as you sank to the floor, hand over your heart as your ragged breathing filled his room. Your best friend followed you to the floor, on his knees in front of you, as you swallowed air greedily.

Overstepping a boundary was something he didn’t want to do, but he wasn’t the type to ignore the fact that you weren’t okay. “Hey.” He gently reached out, resting his hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” You were shaking as you looked up at him.

“I-I yeah, sorry—” you swallowed hard, “I uhm, yeah, just got really intense.”

“Intense? Is it intense like it felt really good? Or were you sen—”

“Just intense!” You cut him off, cheeks burning as you shakily stood up on wobbly legs. “O-On that note! I think I’m going to head home.”

Suguru’s world felt like it froze over. He just watched as you headed towards the bed, grabbing your phone, your eyes focusing on anything other than him. The lust and need that had been roaring in his stomach subsided into dread. He didn’t want you feeling weird or awkward.

So he pushed himself up and followed after you. “Let me walk you back.” His fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, preventing you from moving further.

“I-I can do it.”

“I know you can, but I still want to walk you.”

“Suguru, it’s just two floors.”

“You’re not getting out of this.”

And you didn’t; despite your best efforts, Suguru didn’t let you walk back to your apartment alone. You gave him a quick hug before glancing down. His gray pajama pants were stained with two wet spots. One on his thigh and the other around his crotch. Upon seeing the evidence of both your arousals, you rushed inside, slamming the door behind you, leaving your best friend alone in the hall.

That was two days ago.

Two days without a visit or a call. At least you’d texted him, letting him know you were in rewrite hell. Even knowing that didn’t make Suguru feel less shitty. Was this situation going to put a wedge in your friendship? God, he hoped not. Losing you, after all the shit he’d gone through, would be his breaking point.

He was about ready to throw himself into his paintings when Satoru showed up with mochi and coffee. The second Satoru pushed his sunglasses up, brushing his bangs back, he grimaced, and his lip lifted in pity. It was a look that so many people had given Suguru since his second year of high school, and he hated it.

“What?” He finally snapped as he flipped down on his couch, legs spread wide as he stared at the B-grade horror movie on the television.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like hammered shit.”

Suguru shot his best friend a glare before leaning his head back. “Wow, thanks dickhead.” Satoru winked before shoving a whole mochi in his mouth.

“Hey, honesty is the best policy. Are you not sleeping? Nightmares about that night again?” Suguru shut his eyes tight, nodding; smiling images of Riko flashed through his mind. “You are. Does—”

“She knows; no need to worry her.” Suguru knew Satoru was referring to you. Whenever his nightmares got bad, you were with him constantly, or vice-versa, so for you not to be there with him is odd. “And before you ask, she’s at home working on her rewrites.”

“Oooh, uhm, I’m going to call bullshit. She’s never left you alone when you have those nightmares. What happened?”

Suguru turns his head, meeting bright blue eyes an inch from him. “Christ Toru! Fuck, personal space, asshat!” Taking his note, Satoru pulls back, humming as he eyes him. He crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for more of an answer than he’s getting, and Suguru knew if he wanted peace for the rest of the night, the only option was to tell him the truth. “Well, we uhm—”

Suguru told him everything, from what happened at the restaurant to his apartment. How you were grinding down on him and started freaking out. He then described in detail how you both hadn’t spoken or seen each other in two days. The entire time, Satoru hummed, nodding in agreement, not asking questions or making any comments until Suguru scrubbed his hand over his face.

Satoru huffed a sigh, grinned wide, and patted his friend on the shoulder. Suguru eyed him, unsure if he was truly ready to hear what his best friend had to say. He seriously doubted it was anything good from how he gently squeezed his shoulder.

“Let’s put two and two together, shall we?” Yep, it wasn’t going to be good. “Your virgin best friend who’d never kissed anyone freaked out when she was dry-humping your leg because it got too intense. It was intense because she was going to cum.” Suguru scoffs, shaking his head.

“She masturbates.”

“Okay, so do a lot of virgins, but they don’t cum.” Suguru slowly sat up, staring at the fake bloom on the television. “Especially girls.”

“She freaked out because she’s never had an orgasm.”

“Yep! So why don’t you go downstairs and girl her one!”

Suguru would love to storm downstairs, knock on your door, and offer to do that. To watch you wither under him when he ate you out had fantasies playing out in his mind. Ones where he made you cum so hard, there would be no reason for you to run off to Europe. Daydreams where you both were naked and he was slowly fucking into you, kissing and nipping at your neck.

But you were busy. Your work was so important to you that Suguru didn’t want to hold you back. “I can’t. She’s working hard, and I don’t want to disturb her.” Satoru scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“If you don’t tell her how you feel, you’ll lose her.”

Suguru knows that Gojo is right. If he doesn’t tell you how he feels, eventually, someone else will tell you how they feel, and he will lose you. Or you would move to Europe and like it so much there that you stay. You might meet some European guy, fall in love, and get married. Leaving him alone in his apartment with his canvases and his paints. It would be his fault and his alone.

But he was nervous and didn’t want to lose you as a friend either.

These thoughts had him twisting and turning in bed long after Satoru left. His eyes focused on his clock as he tried to sleep. Suguru’s thoughts kept dancing between you staying with him, where you both were happy and others, where you left for Europe. He wasn’t an asshole; if this was something that you wanted to do, he would support you. Life was too short; he, of all people, knew that.

His eyes finally shut, allowing him to drift to sleep. When he was seventeen, sitting in an aquarium as the first and second years all wandered around, looking at the different sea creatures. He stood off to the side, watching as his group of friends, Gojo, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, you, and—Riko.

She was in her ruffled white sundress, her blue eyes focused on the stingrays and the whale sharks. She was so happy, innocent, and—alive. Riko turned, waving at Suguru. You hurried towards Riko, throwing your arms around her and pressing your cheek against hers. She was merely a first year, but she’d grown close to his friend group, and he saw her as the little sister he never had.

“Suguru! Let’s go!”

Did he have to go? This place was so peaceful, so calm. He knew if he were to step towards the group, this happy memory, full of blue tints, would be transformed into blood-stained walls and lifeless eyes.

He didn’t want to see her die again for the millionth time. It never got easier, no matter how many times she dreamt about it. Swallowing hard, Suguru pushed himself up and stepped towards his friends' smiling faces. Before the entire room filled with a cerulean glow faded to black.

The second second, he’s on the ground, wheezing for air as lifeless blue eyes stare at him. A pool of blood spreads out on the ground beneath him, and Riko is pale, paler than usual. A trail of crimson drips from her mouth as her white sundress and headband are saturated with red. Suguru’s body hurt whenever he attempted to move. He tried to grab and reach her but wasn’t fast enough.

Riki’s hand twitches as her lifeless eyes dart in his direction. “You didn’t save me.” Her voice gurgled as more blood seeped out of the corner of her mouth. “You could have saved me, Suguru, but you pushed her out of the way instead.” Suguru shakes his head, tears flooding his eyes. “It should have been her!” Riko screamed, the dreamscape shaking, flickering into darkness.

When the crimson amphotsphere returns, Suguru’s breath lurches as you lay in Riko’s place. The eyes that were so full of light and happiness were full and blank. Your blood shining your skin, lips trembling as the life faded from you.

“I-I couldn’t—I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“You let her die.”

“I didn’t!”

“You did!” You screamed, your blood splattering on his face. “You let her die, Geto Suguru!”

“No!” Suguru screamed while sitting in bed, a cold sweat coating his skin.

Looking around the room, he was relieved to find no blood or past friends. But his gut twisted like a pretzel as the images of you lying on the ground flooded his mind like a poison. Were you okay? That had never happened before when you switched spots with Riko. So, his body was moving before his brain could produce rational thoughts. He ran, locking his apartment, bolting down the stairs to the first floor of the building.

Seeing you like that, coated in blood, left his skin icy as he ran to your apartment, slamming his fist against the door. “Answer, answer god, please.” He repeated over and over again, his eyes clamped tight as the fear tugged at every, never, every inch of his soul.

Just as he was about to slam his fist against the door again, it flung open, and there you stood, in your pajamas, with blue light glasses on. You were breathing heavily, eyes looking him over, taking him in as a whole, searching for injuries of any kind.

“Suguru? What’s wrong? What happened?” He doesn’t respond to your frantic questions; he instead grabs you, pushing his way inside your apartment and kicking the door shut. “Suguru?!” You yelp as you both fall to the floor, his arms wrapped firmly around you as he holds you flush against his chest; your best friend is shaking, his breath heavy as he clings to you as if you would vanish if he let go.

“Thought I lost you.” He whispered, his hands clinging onto your tank top.

“Suguru—” you whisper, hands gently caressing his back. “You’re not going to lose me.” You feel him relax against you, shaking softly as he pulls back an inch. “Nightmares again?” His dark strands of hair cover his eyes, but he nods. “Sugu, oh sweetie—do you wanna stay the night with me?”

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Hello.

Can I please request something for lord Debling. He finds a wife who also wants a practical marriage, she was in love once but had her heart broken so now she's just looking for practicality as she doesn't want to be feel that pain again. Once married they make a deal that once she is definitely pregnant, that he can leave on his 3 year expedition and even add the lost time that it took to get pregnant as he was supposed to leave right after the wedding (like in the show). But he comes back after a month cause he missed her and realized he might be in love. She's still sceptical but with the birth of their son things might change her heart .

Just really fluffy and tooth roting sweet.

Debling really deserves more love I felt so bad for him in the show 😢

I Fell in Love

Lord Debling x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

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Warnings. None

Requested by anonymous. I hope you like it. I agree, he most certainly deserves more love than he got on the show.

WC: 1873

I knew this marriage to Lord Debling was a good match for him and I.

We both were looking for a practical marriage, as he wished to travel and I wished to stay home with the children.

When he proposed to me, I knew that he would be the husband for me, as I was not looking for love.

I thought I found love when I was first looking for a husband. I fell in love with someone whom I grew up with.

Our mothers would talk about our wedding, and how we would have such beautiful babies, and that we were meant to be.

I still remember hearing his mother's words clear as day. "Falling in love is the greatest gift of all."

I completely agreed with her until he came over to tell me that he was breaking off our engagement.

I was left shattered as he told me he had found someone else to marry. By the look on his face and how he talked about her, I knew that he was in love.

He walked out of my home and my life, married her, and now lives not far from me.

I had to watch them be as happy as I thought him and I once were, and the moment I found out she was with child, well, I shut down.

My cousin Penelope is the one who brought my attention to Lord Debling.

At her wedding to Colin Bridgerton, I was sitting at the table by myself, not interested in standing off to the side with the other single woman, or standing there with my mother and her sister, my aunt Portia Featherington as they gossiped.

As Penelope sat down next to me, I gave her a fake smile, but she could always see right through me. She placed a gentle hand atop of mine and squeezed my hand.

"I know of one man, if you are interested." I cut her off, "I am not looking for love right now, Penelope."

"He isn't either. You must have heard of Lord Debling."

"I have."

She told me all about him. How he wanted to travel, and that after his wedding, he will be gone for three years. That his wife will be at home, tending to her duties.

"I will meet him for you, dear cousin."

Penelope smiled and clapped her hands, drawing attention to the two of us. As she basked in the attention, I tried to hide away, as I was sick of the pitying looks I got.

◆

Lord Debling and I met, and he told me what he what he was looking for in a wife.

"By no means am I looking for love. I just wish to have a friend to come home too," and that sealed the deal for me.

He courted me only for a short time, and my marriage to him is happening tomorrow. I am happy that I will not grow old alone and just like he wanted, I am glad to have found a friend along the way.

LORD DEBLINGS POV:

Her and I were dancing, all eyes on the two of us, and she gave me a soft smile as she looked at me. I gave her a soft one back.

"I shall leave once you are with child." I told her.

"But your trip, my Lord."

"Please call me Alfred. We are married now."

"Well, Alfred, your trip."

"I will go once you are with child, and if you do not mind me adding on how many months it will take for you to be child."

"I do not mind at all, but I do not wish for you to hate me because you are postponing your trip."

I stopped the two of us dancing, and I stared her right in her eyes.

"Nothing you could ever do shall make me hate you."

I was very serious about that.

◆

Seven months.

That is how long it took her to be with child.

During that time, we got to know each other better than I thought we would. I leaned her hobbies, her favourite books, what made her happy.

Once I found out what her favourite flower was, I made sure to have a fresh bouquet brought to her bedchamber once a week.

It always warmed my heart to see her smelling the flowers. How her eyes seemed to light up when she would thank me for them.

Even though I have no interest in decorating our Manor, she made sure to include my input in each room. "You live here too, Alfred, even though you will be gone for three years. This is still your home."

I never thought of it like that. I just didn't care how my home was decorated, but she took great pride in it.

As each room was completed, she would show me, and I was stunned at how she did make sure to include what I would mention.

It didn't matter if it was the colour of the furniture, a painting I mentioned I wanted hung up in said room, or just a piece of furniture. It was there.

I did not realise it at the time that I was slowly falling in love with the woman whom I had married.

◆

She was standing next to me, as I was leaving in a few moments. I placed my hands on the small bump, wondering what our child would look like.

"You come back to me, Alfred." She softly said.

"Nothing will keep me from you and our little one."

I cupped her cheek, and her head turned to kiss my gloved palm.

I kissed her forehead, and I could see the sadness in her eyes as she closed them. It looked like she was fighting back tears.

"It is time, my Lord." I toon a step away from her, my hands leaving her her body, and her own hands went on her stomach.

I got in the carriage, fighting the urge to look out the window, as I knew I would stop and go back to her, making up some excuse about not wanting to be away from her.

◆

I have been gone for only three weeks, and I wake up every morning thinking about her. If she liked the flowers that are still placed in her room.

If she has enjoyed the gifts that I have sent home, or if she has got them yet.

If she has kept busy without me there.

If she misses me like I miss her.

The last thought made my stomach twist, and I pushed that feeling back, thinking about this trip I am on. This adventure I have waited so long for.

But I knew my heart wasn't in it anymore.

And I fought with myself each and every day until I finally declared that I was going home.

That I needed to be with my wife and unborn child.

I had to tell her that I have fallen in love with her.

◆

My staff were stunned to see me come running up the front steps in the middle of the night. I had a rider go ahead and warn them I was coming.

"Lord Debling, we were not expecting you. Is everything all right?" My friend and butler, Jonathan said to me, as I looked around my front foyer.

"I must see my wife."

"Lady Debling is fast asleep." He said as I ran up the stairs, on my way to her room.

"I must see her." I became almost frantic the closer I got to her door.

Just as I was about to knock on the door, it opened, and there she was, tired and angry at all the commotion. She was about to ask what was going on when she saw me standing in front of her.

She looked me up and down. "Alfred?"

She reached out to touch me to see if I was really here or a figment of her imagination, "I am really here."

"Why are you home? Is everything okay? Did something happen?" The questions were just flying from her lips.

"I would like to be alone with my wife." Our staff left us alone as I walked into her bedchamber, and she closed the door behind her.

"Alfred."

"I am okay, I just needed to come home to you."

"Alfred, I am okay. The baby is okay. I am due any day now." She said as she sat on the edge of her bed, and I sat down next to her.

"I know, but while I was away, I couldn't fight my feelings anymore."

"Feelings?"

"Before I left, I was falling in love with you."

"This is not how this marriage is." She stood up, her hand on her lower back as she walked to be closer to the fire.

"I know, and at first I was happy just to have a friend to come home too, but I got to know you, really know you, and even though I tried to fight it, I fell for you."

"I have been in love before, and he broke my heart, and my soul." I got up and grasped her hands in mine.

"I know, and I promise to never do that to you."

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I placed her hand over my heart. "Do you feel that? My heart only beats for you. I am not asking for you to tell me you love me right now, but I want you to know that I love you, and no other person with ever take me away from you, my Lady Debling."

◆

"Shhhh, my little Theodore. You are safe now." I looked down at our baby, who was cooing at me. She was in labouring far longer than I knew a woman could be in labour for.

She was being tended to by the midwives and the doctor. I refused to leave her side, but when she screamed for me to get out, I listened to her.

When her water broke, I called on her cousin Penelope to come and be with her, knowing she would not want me in the room with her.

Colin came, and him and I have long put aside our animosity towards one another.

Once Penelope came out, carrying little Theodore, Colin congratulated me. "How is she?" I asked Penelope.

"She is doing well. She is being cleaned up, and then you will be called upon."

The both of them left, as I sat there waiting to be allowed in to see my wife.

Once I was allowed in, I placed Theodore on her chest, and she kissed the top of his head, his hair colour matching hers.

"He is just perfect, darling. I am so proud of you." I kissed the top of her forehead, and she looked up at me and gave me a tired smile.

"Alfred, I should have told you this before, but I love you."

I kissed her with as much passion as I could muster.

"I love you forever and always, my darling lady."

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Thunderstorms- Gavi

The loudest clap of thunder I think I've ever heard woke me very suddenly from what was a great dream from what I remember. Shortly after the thunder the room was lit up with multiple bolts of lightening. That's when I knew I'd be awake until the storm passed I've always been scared of storms so unless I sleep through them I spend the entire time awake usually shaking slightly. It's such an irrational fear but I can't help but be scared although I have never told anyone that I'm so scared of storms because I don't want to deal with the teasing. My parents know that I used to be scared of storms but I imagine they think I've grown out of it which I wish I had but outside of that I haven't told anyone even my boyfriend. 

Another clap of thunder made me jump while Pablo slept soundly beside me. That man can sleep through anything I swear, he's slept through fireworks literally next door, thunderstorms and everything else that would wake a normal human being. I know he won't wake up on his own but I'm definitely not going to wake him as I don't want him to laugh at me at least not right now. Instead I just tried my best to get close to him as he slept in hopes that would help me sleep as cuddling with him usually helps me sleep. I shut my eyes and tried to relax but the constant noise and light was always on my mind so I couldn't let myself relax. My hands were still shaking and I could feel my heart rate jump every time there was more thunder. I know breathing techniques are supposed to help calm you down but even those weren't settling my nerves. All I wanted to do was shut myself in a dark room where I couldn't see or hear anything but that's not possible I have to stay here and try and sleep.

Cuddling into Pablo's side didn't help me one bit so I gave up and just kept tossing and turning which made Pablo start to stir. I stopped moving in hopes that he'd just go back to sleep but he kept stirring until his eyes opened. Some more thunder came and I tried so hard not to move or make a noise but the longer it went on and the louder it got I couldn't stop myself making a small noise out of fear. That definitely gave away that I wasn't sleeping as I felt Pablo turn over in bed and his arm touched my waist. 

"It's ok I've got you" he whispered in my ear as he pulled me into his chest 

"I'm fine" I said trying to convince myself more than him 

"You don't have to pretend baby I know you're scared but I'm right here to keep you safe" he said 

"How did you know?" I asked

"I see the way you always tense up when there's a storm and I could see you shaking" he said 

"But you've never made fun of me it's such a stupid fear if you knew why did you never tease me about it" I questioned 

"Why would I make fun of you it's not a stupid fear and even if it was there's no way I'd make fun of you I just want to make you feel better you could be scared of apples and I'd still do everything I can to protect you so thats what I'm going to do so remember if you are scared just tell me I'll be there for you like you are for me" he said 

"Thank you but apples really" I laughed 

"That's just the first thing that came to mind but you get the point" he smiled 

He decided to keep listing random things I could be scared off that he wouldn't make fun of me for while stroking my hair and back to relax me. This list got more and more ridiculous until he said that if I was scared of footballs we would have a problem but he'd still find a way to love me which made me laugh. I think his aim was to distract me and it was working as just listening to him talk as he rubbed my back was making me feel tired again. 

Just as I was starting to fall sleep some more thunder made me jump so Pablo came up with a new idea every time there was thunder or lightning he pressed a soft kiss to either my hair or my forehead. He kept talking and giving me kisses until I was struggling to keep my eyes open and I gave in and let sleep consume me. Being able to fall asleep during a storm is a big thing for me but it's only because Pablo is by my side. Him knowing about my fear is actually a huge weight off my shoulders especially knowing he won't tease me for it being able to turn to turn to him when I'm scared will really help me. 

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Deadly Proposal: Part Three

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: angst, mentions of drug use, drug angst

Summary: Dean agreed to get your sister from jail but her presence makes it tense for everyone, especially you. She is a ticking time bomb that's waiting to go off.

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Square Filled: free space (2021) for @spnquotebingo

Quote is: "Sometimes it's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose." from Grey’s Anatomy

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Then

You’re sitting in the front of Amber’s 2004 Ford Escort wearing your softball uniform. The only reason why Amber is driving you is because Mom forced her. She was going to book club with her friend and didn’t have time to drive you. You’re shocked Amber didn’t ask for anything in return but when she pulls into a motel parking lot, you understand why she agreed to drive you.

“You’re supposed to be driving me to softball practice,” you sigh.

“Don’t worry about it.” There are two men standing by one of the rooms, one of them smoking something. “Stay in the car.”

She gets out of the car and approaches the two men. Disappointment floods your chest but you don’t say anything. The man who is smoking smirks when he sees you but you sink down into your seat to avoid his gaze. Amber takes the money dedicated to dinner and hands it to the man who isn’t smoking. In return, the man hands her something white in a small plastic baggie. Of course. Why else would she offer to drive you other than to get drugs?

As soon as the drugs are in her hands, she heads back to the car. The men don’t stop staring at you until she is too far away to notice.

“You used the money for dinner,” you say.

“Keep your mouth shut,” she snaps.

“I’m late to practice.”

She doesn’t say anything else and continues driving.

Now

You shouldn’t be here. You should just go to bed and forget doing this. You look down the hall toward your room but your legs don’t move. You’re standing outside Dean’s office debating on whether or not you should knock. No, you shouldn’t. You’re just going to bother him with your problems that he didn't sign up for.

You’re about to leave when the door opens. Dean stands there tall with an annoyed look on his face. You should leave. Just say never mind and go to bed.

“I can smell you. What do you want?”

He turns and heads back to his desk. You step into his office and nervously play with your hands. You don’t know how to start without seeming like a desperate girl.

“So, the reason why I was in that hotel where we met is because I was on my way to pick up my sister in Boston. Um, she’s in jail and she was granted bail. I’m her only hope of getting out. I’d like to get her if it’s okay with you.”

“Where will she stay?”

“Well, um, I figure since you have so much room here…”

“No, she’s not staying here.”

“Please, Dean? She’ll only be a week. One week to get herself on her feet. She’s my sister.”

Dean’s instinct is to say no but then he sees the desperation in your eyes. He wants to say no but when he opens his mouth to respond, something else comes out.

“Fine. I’ll go with you tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you.”

Dean looks down at his hands and sees aged spots darkening. You’re about to leave when he calls your name.

“Come here. I need a sip from you.”

This is why you’re here. You’re here to provide blood for him and nothing else. Still, you feel a little proud that he chose you out of every single human on this planet. You’re the one he wants. You walk over to Dean and allow him to pull you onto his lap. You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. His green eyes darken at the thought of tasting your blood again but you mistake it for something else. Maybe he enjoys you being here more than you think. The more you allow him to feed from you, the more you feel compelled to always be around him.

What are you doing to me, Dean Winchester? Why can’t I stay away? What is it about you that makes me want more?

Dean grabs your hair gently and pulls so you’re forced to expose your neck to him. He peels back the bandage from the last time he bit you, the wounds have not fully healed yet. He’d heal you but then he’d open up a new can of worms that he knows you probably won’t want to be opened. He leans in just as his fangs slide out. You feel the cold shiver before you feel him pierce your skin. Dean doesn’t take much, maybe only a pint. Still, it feels euphoric to you. Your head feels fuzzy, your eyes stay closed, and your mouth parts open.

Dean pulls away from you and replaces the bandage across the wounds he opened. He holds you close and looks down at his hands which are free of the darkened age spots. He licks his lips so there isn’t any more blood before standing up with you in his arms. He takes you to bed and lets you rest for the rest of the night.

The next morning, you’re getting ready to go to Amber’s prison when you notice the bandage on your neck. The only thing you remember is feeling like you were on Cloud 9 after Dean drank from you. You touch the bandage and wince from the soreness of your wounds, and you think about your arrangement with Dean. When you took it a few weeks ago, you were pissed at your sister for landing herself in jail. You wanted out. You wanted a better life for yourself. Dean was offering you all this stuff and it seemed so good at the time.

It still does but there is more at stake than you realize. Him drinking from you is doing something to you. Whether you two want it or not, you’re forming a blood bond. You were scared of Dean at first, but now not so much. You let your hair cover the side of your neck to hide the fact that Dean likes to bite you in the neck. Maybe you should ask him to bite you on the wrist so you can hide it better.

After getting ready, you head down to the kitchen where Dean is. The chef has already made you a meal which is sitting on the kitchen island next to Dean.

“Eat.”

“So bossy,” you grin and do as you’re told. “Listen, there’s something you should know about Amber. I should have told you this before but she’s a drug addict. The fact that she’s in jail means she hasn’t used in a while. She’ll be coming down from one of her highs, so she’ll be cranky. Don’t let her get to you.”

“Sweetheart, I am a vampire. What can she do to me?”

“Don’t say I didn't warn you,” you shrug

Boston is only an hour and a half from Dean’s mansion so it doesn’t take long until you’re at the prison.

“Hi, I’m here for Amber Bishop.” You look at Dean. “We don’t have the same last name. Believe it or not, she was married, and when she got divorced she hung onto his last name. She was in love with him but he wasn’t in love with her.”

“That’s sad.”

“Yeah,” you whisper.

The officer hands you some forms to sign before getting her. As soon as she sees you, she bursts into tears.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You bring her into your arms and let her cry on your shoulder. “I promise to do better. I just slipped up.”

“I know.”

Dean’s face remains stoic as you two bring her to the car. You can’t help but feel ashamed of your sister’s state. You place her in the back seat and she immediately passes out from exhaustion. Dean is silent for the next thirty minutes as soft music flows through the speakers.

“One week, Y/N. She’s gone after that.”

“Okay. One week.”

Dean arrives at home and immediately leaves you to take care of your sister alone. You let her use your body as support as you take her to one of the empty bedrooms next to yours. She is in tears the second she lays on the bed. You tug off her shoes and socks before moving up her body. You pull off her shirt and give her a sleep shirt to use for now.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry,” she cries.

“I know you are.” You smooth down her hair. “Just get some sleep, okay?”

You can’t help but think about the first time you had to care for her after she took drugs.

You snuck downstairs to get some water after waking with a dry throat. You took a water bottle from the fridge when the front door opened. Amber came stumbling in with red eyes and roughed clothing.

“Amber?” you whispered.

“Y/N, you gotta help me.”

She stumbled over to you and fell into your arms. The water bottle dropped from your hand, and you’re thankful the cap was on. Your parents were sleeping upstairs and you did not want to wake them. 

“Come on, let’s go upstairs.” You tried to be as quiet as you could as you snuck your sister upstairs to her room. She crashed onto her bed with tears streaming down her face. “Did you take drugs?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I promise not to do this again. I’m sorry.”

You leave Amber alone in her room and go down to the kitchen where food is waiting for you. You pick up your fork to eat but you’re suddenly not so hungry. You set your fork down and move the plate away from you.

“So, what’s her deal?” Dean asks when he walks into the kitchen.

“She ran with the wrong crowd in high school. Even before that. She didn’t start getting into drugs until she was a senior. I remember when I was twelve, I had softball practice that she was supposed to drive me to but she stopped to meet two men. She used the dinner money to buy drugs. Even before that, I remember her coming home after using drugs for the first time. She keeps promising never to do it again and she keeps breaking that promise.” You look down at your lap. “Sometimes, I’m scared I’ll come home and see her dead on the ground or something.”

“So?”

You look at Dean like he grew three heads.

“Sometimes it's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose. I don’t want to lose her, but I don’t know how much more disappointment I can take.”

“Then why do you help her?”

“You sound like my parents,” you scoff. “She’s my sister, Dean.”

“Let me tell you something. Just because she’s blood doesn’t make her family. You should cut her loose before she brings you down.”

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

Dean’s eyes darken with something mysterious and dangerous.

“Story time is over. Eat.”

Dean leaves the kitchen immediately, and you grab the fork again. You’re not sure what’s going to happen with your sister but you have a feeling it’s not going to be good.

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Strawberries and Cream

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Word count: 5.1k

Notes: TAKE MY HANDDDDD ILL TSKD THE LEADDDD AND EVERY TURN WILL BE SAFE WORH MEEEEE

✨🍓Strawberries and Cream playlist🍓✨

Warnings: Eddie does have a small PTSD attack in this chapter and im ugly laughing it actually gave ME a panic attack to write so it is short and sweet and will probably not be discussed in the future I apologize if its not a very good scene but I couldn’t take my time on it

Chapter 5: Drivers License

“Oh come on, will you just tell me?”

Eddie is relaxing in the passenger seat of Bucks jeep, he’d lent it to you for the night. Not that you two weren’t practically sharing it at this point, you’d drop him off for the day and he’d let you go crazy with it. 

“It’s not a surprise if I tell you,” You tell him for the 6th time. He’d let you blindfold him as soon as you got into the car

“I’m just supposed to trust you? A total stranger? You know you blindfolded me, the least you could have done was take me to dinner first you know. I'm not saying I'm not totally into this but still” 

“Oh shut up” You whack him in the stomach and he snickers 

“You wanna know what else I’m into?” His voice is deep and sultry and it shoots straight down to your core

“You wanna know what else I’m into” you mock him, your voice high-pitched pitched and he laughs at you, reaching over and feeling over your torso. You whack him again and he snickers 

“Hey! Fresh!!” 

“I’m just looking for your thigh, sweet pea, that's all. Again, can’t freakin see remember?” 

You take his hand and set it on your thigh and he squeezes lightly, rubbing it softly. 

“Thank you, brat” 

Your mouth drops open and he can hear the little sound it makes when it does

“Go ahead, fight it.” 

You take his hand and throw it back at him and he laughs at you. 

“You know that’s what I love about you, how irritating you can be” He sticks his tongue out at you and you punch his side, he shrieks and cringes away from you and your mouth drops wide open 

“Oh my god” You poke his side and he jerks, snorting before slapping his hand over his mouth 

“Oh my god!!!” You shout “You’re ticklish right there aren’t you?!?!!”

“No, fuck! No!” 

You poke him again and again and all he can do is scream and laugh, he tries to hold his sides but he’s blindfolded and he can’t stop your little onslaught. You’re laughing gleefully and absolutely torturing him and he’s wheezing trying to protect himself and full-on ugly laughing 

“Stop!! Please! Please, I'm gonna pee!” He’s kicking his legs and sinking into the chair and cackling as you wipe away tears from how hard you’re laughing at him 

“Nah you gotta ask nicer than that!! Beg me!!” 

“Are you shitting m-“ 

You needle his side as he protests and screams again

“Okay, fuck, fine you win, okay!!” He’s trying to catch his breath

“I’m waiting” you giggle in a singsong voice 

“Please Y/N will you stop tickling me” His voice is flat and lifeless and you poke him a little. He jerks again and you snicker 

“That sucked”

“Fine!” He turns to you and you giggle, turning his head so he’s actually facing you 

“Y/N will you please? Stop tickling me?” He makes a little pouty face “Please? I’m defenseless and that’s not fair” He whines a little and reaches out for you pathetically 

You gulp. Okay. That was kind of attractive. 

He leans forward, tilting his head sweetly and you know the eyes he’s making at you, even if you can’t see them. He pouts even more, even giving his lip a little nibble

“Are you done now? Please, baby?” 

Your mouth drops open and he chuckles at the little noise it makes. He sits properly in his chair with a smug little grin on his face 

“Thank you”

Taking care of Eddie over the last week has been nice. He’s an easy patient. Although incredibly stubborn at times, constantly says he can do things on his own when you know- he can’t. 

And it’s kind of cool to be living here temporarily, though the spare bed isn’t getting much use, Eddie claims he prefers it if you sleep in his room so in case he really needs something at night he doesn’t have to get out of bed. He never wakes you though and he holds you tightly, his face nuzzled into your neck. 

It’s been four days since Eddie’s accident and his recovery is going well…just a bit slower than the doctor thought and neither of you are having a problem with that. 

He refuses your help in the bathroom, saying he’s perfectly fine and he is but he turns into a complete baby everywhere else. Especially when it comes to being in the living room. He traps you on the couch with him each time, wrapping his arms around you like he does when you sleep together and keeps you there all day. 

He doesn’t leave your side often which is funny considering it’s supposed to be the other way around. He’s sat on the counter drying dishes slowly just so you can talk. 

It’s purely domestic the way you two are living but all good things must come to an end. 

And they do, on a night when there’s a storm raging outside and the power goes out and you hate the dark and the way it causes you to panic…and a quick flash of lightning accompanied by a jarring bang of thunder causes him to have a flashback, the ones he wouldn’t address, he refused to address 

He knew it was coming, there were signs, signs that he ignored. Signs that his friends…his family tried to point out and he refused to acknowledge them in any way whatsoever and now here he was, losing control on the only person who made it okay again.

And it reminds you that maybe you don’t know everything about him like you feel you do. Because you don’t know how to calm him down in that moment and he’s screaming at you and you’re screaming back and you’re not sure when Buck was called, maybe it was when Eddie knocked your phone off the nightstand, but he’s there now and he’s shoving you out of the room and locking the door and Maddie is there, with a flashlight as she pulls you into your room while you sob. 

And then it’s quiet again. And the storm settles down and you don’t hear Eddie anymore. Maddie lays with you, your head on her chest as she strokes your hair. You’d long since fallen asleep but she stays up for you, watching you. Because she knows how the dark makes you feel. 

Buck comes in, he looks exhausted and worried and pent up and she smiles softly, reaching her arm out and he lays on the other side of her. She’s going to be an amazing mother. 

“Hi” 

You jump at the sound of his voice, it’s the next morning. He looks awful and you know you look the same. He looks… pitiful and it hurts. 

“Hi” 

You grab another cup from the cabinets and pour the coffee, holding it out for him. He walks over slowly, taking it by the rim and setting it down on the counter 

“A-are you okay?” He whispers, his voice shaky and nervous. His hands slide up your arms, as he bends forward and puts his forehead against yours 

“Are….we? Okay?”

“I don’t know…” you hear his breath hitch, his grip on your arms tighten just the littlest bit and you sigh, kissing him softly. It’s nothing like it’s been, this is quick and a bit hesitant. Like you’re worried it might set him off again 

“And yeah of course we are Eddie… I’m not- I could never leave you. You’re my friend…“ 

He snorts and his head falls to your shoulder, you can feel the tears falling down your chest as you wrap your arms around his neck, careful of his shoulder he clearly reinjured. 

“Friends huh?”

It still sounds stupid for you both to say, especially after this last week, but it’s true for now. You know there’s a future here, that’s clear. But… it’s a little more obvious now that there’s more to Eddie than his good looks and flirting skills. 

“Friends” you smirk, pulling away from him. He still holds you, his arms wrapped around you as you lay your head on his chest. He rests his chin on your head and you both just stay there for a little bit while he calms down, his tears drying up. 

“I didn’t….hurt you did I?” He asks quietly and you shake your head 

“No, just scared me. But I guess it didn’t help I was already scared about the power”

“Yeah, I’m… fuck- I should have taken care of you. I’m sorry” 

“Stop saying that” you scold him, worming your way out of his hold 

“You apologized sincerely already and I accepted it. I don’t want to talk about it anymore”

“Are you sure? Because we can… I don’t want you to have to hold onto that” 

The look you give him as you blink slowly and purse your lips. 

“You know what shut up” He smirks, pushing your head away from him. He flicks you off and you whack his chest 

“You got some nerve. Asshat” 

He chuckles, picking up the cup of coffee from the counter and taking a long, slow, sip. He turns away from you, clearing his throat 

“I’ll talk to someone” 

That’s what brings you to today, four days later. A little surprise outing. 

He compliments your new shorts and you roll your eyes at him 

“Thank you”

You’re listening to the directions through a pair of earbuds because you know he’s gonna know where you’re taking him if he hears the directions and you want it to be a surprise. His hand tentatively finds its way back on your thigh and he strokes it softly, enjoying the way you feel under his fingertips. Your soft, buttery skin, the various little bumps, and dips that make up you. He likes his hands on you.

You finally pull up to the drive-in, you missed The Mummy but tonight they were playing The third Transformers movie, Dark of the Moon and you’re so excited about it. You flash the guy your tickets on your phone through the window and he waves you through 

“Okay, we’re here,” You say pulling into a spot on the grass and letting down the windows. “You can take that off now” 

Eddie pulls the bandanna from his eyes and blinks a little, getting used to the lights around him. He chuckles softly and shakes his head, looking at his hands 

“Tadaaaa” You wiggle your fingers then unbuckle your seatbelt 

“I’ll go get us some popcorn before it starts! Do you want anything to drink?” 

Eddie pulls you back into him and kisses down your hand 

“Absolutely not. I’ll go buy it” 

“Hey! No fair this is my thing now! I buy you popcorn and whatever else you want” 

“I’m a damn gentleman, you already paid for the tickets. And I know they were expensive”

You bat at him with your hands trying to get him to stay and he bats at you with his good hand trying to make you stay. 

“Compromise!” You huff and he nods 

“Okay yeah! You buy the tickets, I buy the refreshments!” He opens the door and flicks you off, blowing a raspberry at you as he leaves 

“You’re a child Eddie!!” 

“Your mom’s a child!” 

Your mouth drops wide open and you gasp indignantly, as he walks away laughing. 

Eddie comes back with a ridiculous-sized popcorn and a shopping bag. He hands you the popcorn and climbs into the jeep, setting the bag on the floor. 

“Alright, I got candy, sodas, and weirdly? Mini muffins. Blueberry ones. Oh! And-” 

He pulls out a paper bag and hands it to you and your eyes roll back as you inhale slowly 

“Oh these are fresh aren’t they” You take a completely unladylike bite of the churro and moan dramatically while slumping against your seat “So good” you whimper and he snickers, taking a bite of his own and falling back with you 

“Okay maybe you weren’t exaggerating” 

As the sun sets you get comfy next to him, scooting as close as you both can and leaning your head on his shoulder. He kisses your head and smiles softly 

“Thanks for tonight” 

“I thought we could use it” 

You and Eddie snack and joke as the movie rolls, it’s nice being with him, and had this been a real date it would have been the perfect first date. Maddie was right, this was kind of a romantic vibe. His arm is draped over your shoulder and you’re nestled into his chest now while he rubs soft little circles on your arm.

It’s soothing and comforting… and the smell of his cologne and the grey sweatpants he’s wearing is shooting straight down to your core. You shift a little, trying to ease the heat between your legs but it’s absolutely no use. The way he’s gently tickling your skin just amps you up even more. It definitely doesn’t help you two have been together every waking moment of every day for the last week or so. 

“You okay princess?” He whispers, his hand sliding down to your hip and giving it a squeeze 

“You’re tense, the movies not scaring you is it?” He smirks and you slap his leg, rolling your eyes

“No! What am I a baby? No, I'm just- uh- I need to go to the bathroom” You sit up out of his arms and open the door, hopping out 

“Alright, hurry back. Call me if you need me, Baby” He winks at you and you glare at him giving him the finger and walking off to find the bathrooms. 

There’s not much of a line and you’re thankful for that, just a little cold water on your face and you’ll be good. 

“Y/N??” 

You whirl around, to come face to face with Hen and her wife, they’re holding drinks in their hands

“Oh hi, Hen! Hi… you?” 

“Karen” She laughs, shaking your hand. 

“What are you doing here? I didn’t know you knew about this place. Buck drag you?”

“Uhh… no??” Your voice is high-pitched and you twiddle your thumbs in front of you 

“So who are you here with? You’re dressed pretty cute” Karen asks and you feel your cheeks flush, you shrug your shoulders 

“Oh my god. Oh- you’re here with Eddie aren’t you” 

Hen pulls out her phone and immediately snaps a picture of you. You groan loudly and slap your hands over your eyes 

“It’s just a friend thing!!! I swear!!” 

“Friend my ass” Hen snorts and Karen shakes her head with a smirk. 

“You’re all so invested in their love life” 

“Are you gonna act like you weren’t eating up everything I was telling you when I told you they made out” 

“You told her we made out?!” You yell and people around you look at you like the crazy person you currently are 

“Uh…sorry..” you say sheepishly 

“Of course, I told her, she’s my wife” 

You frown. Cause dang, she’s got you there. 

“So why aren’t you with him now?” Hen wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and Karen elbows her 

“Because I just needed to use the bathroom I just needed to splash some water on my face okay I just needed some air” 

“Air? This is an open field girl” Karen raises an eyebrow “Why did you need space?” 

You groan and spin around, stomping your feet like a child 

“He’s… overwhelming in small spaces okay?! He just- he smells so good and his hands are so big and he’s wearing grey sweatpants-“

“Damn I’ve seen him in grey sweatpants” Hen mumbles 

“Exactly!!! And oh my god I just… I want to- “ 

“Let it out girl, let it out” Karen rubs your shoulder

“I want to rip those stupid sweatpants off and ride that cowboy until the cows come home…and I don’t even know what that means!!!” 

Hen barks out a laugh and holds her stomach 

“And god have you seen his lips?! They’re so pretty, they’re so so pretty I know he’s good I just know it!!” 

“What about his work suspenders?” Karen asks and you practically melt into her arms 

“Please, dear god please don’t get me started on his damn uniform”

“Double cheeked up constantly”

“For no fucking reason!!” You practically scream and Karen loses it, laughing at the both of you. 

“Hello ladies, fancy meeting you here. There you are sugar cube” Eddie comes walking over, his hands in his pockets. Hen elbows you repeatedly and you swat her arm away praying he didn’t hear any of that  

“I got worried” he bends down, kissing your forehead and you stand there dumbly as he wraps his arms around your waist. Karen wolf whistles and you roll your eyes 

“Were you able to use the bathroom?” He asks, staring down at you and you take a second, just staring into his pretty eyes…his pretty face… 

“Y/N?” He hums softly, nuzzling his nose against yours “You’re missing the movie sweet girl” Hen and Karen coo behind you and you flick them off 

“Oh, we can go back now! I’m all good!” 

You all say your goodbyes and as soon as Eddie turns around they make lewd gestures and your mouth drops. They walk off cackling and you stomp off after Eddie. Eddie opens the door for you, helps you in, and shuts it behind you. You smooth your hands over your thighs, watching him walk around the car. He’s… fine as hell. Even when he’s just walking. 

“Okay this is getting out of hand” you mumble under your breath as you pull out your phone, going straight to your health app. You scroll through slowly before groaning and shoving your phone back into your pocket

You’re right in the beginning of your fertile period. 

“So you think I was cute enough?” He snickers as he shuts the door 

“Hm?” You ask distractedly, his shirt has ridden up a bit and you can just see the little happy trail leading to your buried treasure. 

“I was just trying to embarrass you” he chuckles, handing you a box of your favorite candy “but you seem distracted… I didn’t upset you did I? It was just a joke honestly-“ 

“No no!! No, it was funny!! Uh, hilarious! Haha! So funny” you ramble and he looks at you like you’ve grown six heads 

“Are you sure?” He asks, he does look worried about you now and you blush deeply 

“I’m fine Eddie I swear” You lean over and kiss him on the nose and he smiles, his cheeks blushing 

“Alright… if you say so” His finger trails along your jaw, hooking under your chin before he pulls you in slowly, his lips meet yours pressing together softly as they move in sync. He groans quietly, you taste sweet, like those gummy bears you’d eaten. Sweet and warm and inviting

His tongue dips into your mouth, slow and languid and the way he wraps it around your tongue is absolutely sinful. Your thighs tremble as you scoot closer to him and he smirks against your lips. He pulls away a little, just to look at you.

“Fuck you’re pretty” 

“So are you” You whisper. The movie is long forgotten, which not gonna lie sucks a little, it’s a good movie. 

He smirks, kissing along your jaw and down your neck. You gasp softly when he bites down on your sweet spot, causing you to moan. He snickers, licking and sucking until he leaves a love bite. 

“Your shirt is too low” 

He says suddenly, biting and sucking on more exposed skin and your heart flutters under his lips

“W-what?” Your brain is hot and fuzzy, your panties aren’t even an ocean anymore they’re just fully soaked through 

“Need a necklace baby girl” he mumbles against your neck and your mouth drops wide open 

“Eddie Diaz!” You scold him and he pulls away. His eyes are intense, and he licks his lips slowly, looking at you like he could just eat you up and maybe he will… 

“Hm?” He asks playfully, booping your nose all innocently like his dirty ass wasn’t going to take you in the backseat if you’d let him 

“We should watch the movie, you know the whole reason we’re here!!” 

You’re flustered and hot and you’ve never wanted to jump a man more than you want to right now in this moment. He’s just so…Eddie. 

“Yeah, I suppose… you did buy the tickets after all… but I don’t know, I’m getting kind of cold” 

“Oh!” You’re surprised he’s cold at all, personally, you’re ready to rip off all your clothes with how hot you are…for multiple reasons “Here let me turn on the-“ 

“No this is fine” 

He unceremoniously pulls you over into his lap, leaning the seat back some so you’re both laid back together. You can feel him. Those pants do nothing to hide that from you in the least. His cock strains against the material and your mouth waters. 

“There we go! Nice and cozy” he puts his arms around you, cuddling you into his chest. 

Eddie holds you tightly in his arms for the rest of the movie. You shift and wriggle and he just lets you, a sneaky little smirk on his face but he won’t let you go, hell no. 

Eventually, he spanks you. He actually spanks you, right on the butt as you’re trying to climb from his lap for the fourth time. 

“Settle down or I’ll make you” 

There’s no room for any sort of argument in his tone and god is it sexy. Which is just embarrassing the way you stop fighting him almost immediately 

“Good girl” 

You pick up McDonalds on the way home, it’s pouring rain and you can barely see. Eddie watches the way your hands grip the steering wheel, your knuckles are practically white, he’d drive for you if he could, but he’s not allowed to.

“Pull over into that parking lot” He nods with a fry in his mouth as he takes your phone and starts typing “You can barely see any way it’s not safe”

“You’re not safe” you mumble, as you pull over and park in the empty parking lot. He’s not wrong, you can barely see anything in front of you. He sets your phone back on the dashboard and gets out of the car

“Eddie?! What are you doing?!” You yell over the rain when he opens your door 

“Making you relax”

He takes your hand, pulling you out into the rain with him, he leans back into the jeep and cranks the volume. You look up at the sky as you step out, letting the large drops soak into your skin. He walks you in front of the headlights and bows 

“Can I have this dance?” 

You hear the beginning notes of the song playing and you immediately melt, looking down and giggling 

“Yeah” 

He carefully wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest as he holds your hand in his. You rest your head on his chest and dance with him in the rain, the song isn’t very long but you’re both soaked through by the time it ends. He pulls off his sopping wet shirt and tosses it to the front of the Jeep and you blush, your hands slide over his chest and rest on his shoulders and he smirks 

“That’s it? Not gonna get handsy?” He takes your hands from his shoulders, putting them on his torso and you groan, letting your head fall against his chest 

“Quit it!” Your cheeks are flushed as he slides your hands over his chest, letting you feel him up and you’re trying so hard not to enjoy the way his body feels underneath your fingertips

“But I’m cold and your hands are so warm” He pouts, and you laugh at him, pulling your hands away 

“You’re being such a fuck boy right now. You know you almost had it too! Dancing in the rain and everything!”

His head falls back as he laughs and you take the second to just… enjoy the way the rain falls over his body. The little droplets you just want to lick off his body, you almost wish you could take a picture of him just like this. 

“Did I ruin it?” he asks sincerely, with a sweet smile on his face as he looks back at you, and you melt under those gorgeous brown eyes 

“Nah, I don’t think you could even if you tried” You put your arms around his neck and he surprises you by lifting you up and walking you backwards 

Your back hits the front of the jeep as another song starts to play, he holds your thighs, sliding his hands up a bit so he can hold your ass. His lips find yours automatically 

You moan softly into the kiss, your hands settling around his neck. He grins and shakes his head, pulling away and kissing down your jaw

“I love that sound,” He says, his voice low and seductive in your ear so you can hear him over the heavy rain 

“I don’t know if I can wait anymore Y/N”

“What does that mean?” You let your head fall back on the Jeep as he kisses down your neck and over your breasts, you dizzily watch him leave even more hickies, he’s making a little heart out of them and your hips move on their own, grinding against him. He looks up at you with a little smirk, watching you desperately try and get off against him. 

“The next time I get you in bed…any bed I’m going to make you want me as much as I want you” 

“I already do” you pant softly “And I thought we agreed no sex” 

“Oh we did…and I still agreed. But it’s just messing around…s’ not really the same thing if I don’t put it in baby” 

You laugh breathlessly because that’s such a childish way of making you do that… and he’s not really making you is he? Because god the way he’s kissing you, you’d let him take you in the backseat if he asked

“Well since you’ve made such a great argument” You purr softly, scrunching his wet curls in your fingers. He chuckles as the water falls down his face and he kisses your nose 

“That’s my good girl” 

“You really… really have to stop saying that” you sigh as he carries you over to the passenger side door and opens it. The rain has finally settled down some and you guys can probably drive again. He sets you down and you blush, looking down at your legs and shrugging. He pulls your soaked shirt over your head and rings it out as best he can

“And why’s that hm?”  He reaches in and turns on the heater, his body is so intimidating as he leans in close to you. Your heart pounds in your chest as he turns down the stereo and stands back in front of you 

“Just um… you just have to” you say, twiddling your thumbs. He looks at you curiously then bends down to your height so he can face you 

“What’s wrong? You don’t like being called that?” 

“Nooo…no it’s uh- it’s not that…”

“Oh?… Ohhh” he says quietly, Standing up and tilting your chin up to face him. A shit-eating grin on his face. You groan quietly and roll your eyes, he chuckles and boops your nose 

“I’ll remember that one pretty girl” 

He drives home, even though he isn’t supposed to. The heater blasts as he holds your hand, enjoying the way you play with his fingers shyly. How you’ve both ended up in this Jeep almost naked twice he’ll never know… he’d have two nickels though 

“He’s gonna kill us if we keep getting these seats wet” He jokes as he pulls into his driveway, he looks over at you, leaned back in the seat, almost asleep and he’s crushed his shoulder is hurt and he can’t carry you in like he wants to. 

“Hey… Wake up sugar cube we’re home” He gently rubs your thigh, but you don’t really come out of it much. He helps you stumble into his house, guiding you to his bedroom. 

He grabs a shirt from his drawer, watching you sway on your feet a little. Chuckling, he quietly puts the shirt over your head and places a little kiss on your forehead. It’s a little awkward but he doesn’t want you getting sick, he reaches under the shirt and takes your bra off, setting it gently on the dresser to dry. 

“This is gonna be a little uncomfortable” He mumbles before he reaches down and does the same with your panties, just tossing them into his hamper out of the way. 

“Alright, come on sleepy-pants” 

He walks you over to his bed and pulls the covers back, patting your butt and urging you to climb in. He tucks you in and smiles a little when you snuggle into the covers and let out a calming sigh. He goes to get changed into his pajamas when you whine a little, reaching out for him

“I have to go change” He bats your hand away “Unless you wanna see me naked I have to go change in the bathroom honey”

You manage to find the edge of his boxers and hold onto them, tugging a little

“Oookay... I guess I’m staying” 

He puts his hands on his hips, looking around for something to make this as easy as possible. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to see him naked, because he would drop his boxers in an instant if you asked. But you’re clearly not thinking straight right now… 

“Okay well, guess we just gotta get this over with” 

He drops his boxers quickly, hiding his cock with his hands, and reaches for a t-shirt. He covers himself up with it and reaches for a pair of dry boxers 

“Mmmm nice ass” You mumble and he snorts loudly, looking down at you. Your eyes are heavily lidded as you blink slowly, your lips slightly parted 

“Thanks, it’s natural” he snickers as he pulls on his boxers finally. He pushes you back a bit and you scoot slowly, making enough room for him to get in with you. He puts his arms around you and you snuggle deep into his chest, inhaling slowly

“Smells nice,” You say and he smiles, liking the feeling of your soft breaths against his chest 

“Thank you again… Go to sleep pretty girl, I’ve got you” 

“G’night Eddie” You mumble into his chest, he runs his hand over your hair and kisses the top of your head

“Goodnight Sugar Cube”

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Me when I get the most FOUL stucky thoughts in the middle of my math final:

S, I can’t BREATHE right now. I’m just picturing a shrunkyclunks situation where it’s the twinkiest James Barnes imaginable and big, fresh out of the ice (any sensitive as hell) Steve Rogers. Built like a brick house, and you look at him and think “Yeah, that guy is Daddy.” But then, one night, the two show up at the tower and throw everything out of the window. 

(listen. I’ve tried so many ways to explain why Steve and Bucky would show up at the Tower in kink mode, but I can’t seem to care. Just accept it.) 

Everyone is there showin’ off their subs, and of course everyone expects Steve to either show up and get red faced and flustered, or not show up at all. 

“They didn’t have this shit in his day, Nat. He’s gonna fucking explode.” 

“Shut up, Stark.”

What they are not expecting, however, is for the elevator doors to open to find Bucky in a nice black suit, holding a leash that’s attached to a collar on Steve’s throat. Steve, in an exquisite contrast to Bucky, is dressed in simply a lacy red, white, and blue lingerie set that pushes up his chest in a downright filthy way. Jaws are on the floor already, and they only drop lower when Bucky sits down on the couch, manspreading so that Steve can kneel between his thighs. Without looking at any of them, Bucky grips Steve’s chin and tilts it up to face him. A smirk grows on his face and a feminine, desperate whine slips from Steve’s swollen, kiss-bitten lips. 

“Can you tell your friends why we were late, puppy?” Bucky asks, his voice calm and collected, as if this isn’t the most erotic sight many of them have ever seen. Steve moans, shoving his face into Bucky’s thigh.

“B-because Daddy had to open me up…” He whimpers, and Tony actually has to sit down. A powerful smile crosses Bucky’s lips. 

“Good boy. What else?”

Steve whines, looking up at Bucky, his eyes heavy lidded and hazy. “Because I got too excited and Daddy had to fuck me so I wouldn’t be bad.” 

“Allfathers give me strength…” Thor curses under his breath, his pants significantly tighter than when the night started. Neither Steve nor Bucky paid him any mind, too wrapped up in each other to give a shit about what anyone else was doing. 

“That’s right, puppy. Can you tell everyone how it felt, knowing you’d be late because you’re so obsessed with Daddy?” Bucky’s tone, so light and calm, sends Steve flying. Steve nuzzles the now veryclear outline in Bucky’s pants, pressing sloppy, wet kisses to the fabric. He moans, squirming where he’s kneeling. 

“Oh, please! Daddy, felt so good. Wanna- ngh- Wanna be good. Daddy’s good puppy.” Steve begs, and Bucky pulls harshly on the leash, leaning down and forcing Steve to look at him. If you looked closely, you could even see the tears wetting his eyes. 

“Quiet.” He says harshly, before kissing Steve like he’s water in a desert. “What do you say? You were late, pup.”

Steve keens and turns to face his friends, blush high and bright on his face, painted down on his shoulders and chest. The blush makes it easier to see the bite marks on his pecs. 

“S-Sorry I was late.” He stutters, and immediately looks at Bucky for his approval. 

“I think I’m gonna pass out.” Banner says, draining his glass of wine in one gulp. 

Lmao, me. My mind is always in the gutter (can you tell? it's not like my entire blog is full of porn, nooo) but especially when I'm supposed to not be thinking about filthy shit. I love that for us, lol.

And I. Love. This.

I will always, always fuck with fresh-faced, big, built Steve Rogers that squirms like a little bitch [affectionate].

Hot damn.

(Fair, haha, maybe this is a BDSM AU? Where, it's just, like, totally normal for kink to be out in public these days? Maybe it was more restrained in the 30s but still certainly around?But who are we kidding, we don't need a reason. This is pure fantasy, haha)

CHOKEHOLD

This has a chokehold on me. I am LIVING for the exhibitionism.

"Jaws are on the floor already, and they only drop lower when Bucky sits down on the couch, manspreading so that Steve can kneel between his thighs."

Yeahhh 😮‍💨😮‍💨

"'Can you tell your friends why we were late, puppy?'"

Christ.

yes yes yes

I love Steve flipping all expectations and impressing them all. It's just so 🤌🏻good🤌🏻 There's something about it that never gets old. (It's the exhibitionist in me, that's what 💀💀) Just the idea of Steve being filthy and unashamed but still so blushy hits.

Thank you so fucking much for this. I fuck with this hard.

I've been doing a lot of fic rec'ing lately but this feels spiritually connected to "the audacity" by the mcwho. It's bottom Bucky that leads Steve around by the dick, and it's actually crack-smut, but it is everything. It's similar in the flipping of expectations with the Avengers assuming Steve is a boring fuck because he's from the 30s 👀

Thanks again 😘

[rachetmath]

Ren: Jaune.

Jaune: What is it, Ren?

Ren: You will never take Nora from me.

Jaune: Okay we are talking about this now.

Ren: Nora is loyal to me. She would never be with a man like you.

Jaune: So we talking shit now?

Ren: I'm sorry-

Jaune: Shut up. What makes you think I would want Nora as a girlfriend? Name one time her and I ever had a sense of chemistry for you to imply that.

Ren: Um..

Jaune: And since you finally started putting Nora first, what would you do if I were trying to make a move on her?

Ren: I fight you.

Jaune: You do know even if you or I win, Nora has the final say, right?

Ren: Yeah

Jaune: What else?

Ren: I go out with her.

Jaune: You already do that.

Ren: Look I am just -

Jaune: Save it! Look, I am going to tell you what I told Oscar, “If you are threatened by me, ask the girl out.”

Ren: O-

Jaune: Like shit, go upstairs. Lock the door. Get busy. Like seriously who is stopping you both?

Ren: Jaune we have-

Jaune: F Salem. Wear protection. Have self-control. Do it you cowards!

Ren: Um…

Jaune: See. You know what I am leaving. Just-no. I- I'm leaving. F you. *leave* Like seriously you've been with the girl for years and still can't take action.

The next day

Nora: Jaune!

Jaune: Oh what do you want?

Nora: I just want to know where do you have the right to tell Ren to have sex with me, when you could not have sex with Pyrrha?

Jaune: How long have you two been together?

Nora: Years.

Jaune: And you ain’t married yet? You haven’t done it yet? Wow, for the supposed queen of the castle you are bitch made.

Nora: Hey.

Jaune: I had months with Pyrrha. And if I played my cards right, she would have given it up after a year or two.

Nora: Damn.

Jaune: You had years to ask him out and you chose Atlas, during a crisis.

Nora: Shit.

Jaune: And then you immediately regret it because you never made the time to get to know who you are. Damn, you and Amy Rose are going through the same shit

Nora: Well I can never fall for you.

Jaune: Oh sweetheart, I’ve got my ways. I’ve gotten to know you pretty well.

Nora: F you Jaune.

Jaune: Oh baby, unlike Ren, I would.

Nora: *blushes* um

Jaune: I made some pancakes for you. You want to try them.

Nora: You will never take me, you demon.

Jaune: Bye Nora. And remember to lock the door.

Afterwards

Yang: Hey Jaune, what's that noise?

Jaune: Sex, Yang. Ren and Nora are having sex.

Yang: Really? About damn time.

Ruby: Jaune!

Jaune: Let them have this Ruby, it's been tense.

Ruby: Please, they have been at it for hours!

Jaune: I told you and Oscar to put on headphones. Plus it's been 30 minutes.

Oscar: You and I both know how well that woman screams!

Nora: *screams with pleasure*

Jaune: Deal with it. Or do it yourselves.

Emerald: Wanna play uno?

Yang: I'm down.

Jaune: Nope.

Yang: Scared of losing?

Jaune I'm scared of winning.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

phone calls my detested

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

Anyway prohibitedwish dark medieval mystery drama au. The story is interjected every so often by prismo and scarab arguing over what should happen next

[pepprs]

feeling despair i don’t know how to put into words. im trying to figure out why im like this and how i got to be this way but i can’t even do it bc of the way i am and what im like. if that makes sense. like the problem prevents me from fixing the problem bc i can’t get to the root of it. despair despair despair

[melonnade]

absolutely disgusting the way that the violence on my campus this morning is being talked about on the news. reading articles rn and they keep talking about violence on both sides & fighting breaking out ‘between’ the two groups. call it what it fucking was. it’s not two sides being violent, it’s one being attacked by the other. rhetoric matters.

[ace-with--a-mace]

idc yall could never make me hate richard cameron

[screamingay]

i really do need a new job last night i sobbed for like 20 minutes straight after knocking over a bowl with a bit of old soup in it