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thebetawolfgirl · 4 months
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We’re Just Friends
Pairing: Timmy x Reader
Warnings: Umm… Friends to lovers? Smut!
A/N: New Fic!
We’re Just Friends
Timothée and y/n had been friends since they were 10 years old. They knew nothing else but each other, they could spot each other from opposite ends of the school yard.
She could find him in a room full of people.
The point is they were close. Closer than siblings, except when they argued it wasn’t like siblings would argue, and it never lasted very long.
Y/n and her friends were getting ready for a party at her apartment, she was trying on dresses in her walk in wardrobe while one of her friends, Daisy was telling her about this guy she had met at one of her mom’s dinner parties.
‘He has a younger brother y/n, I could set you up?’
‘Y/n doesn’t go for the business type, they bore her to death.’
She heard Timmy step into her bedroom and smiled knowing her friends would be rolling their eyes.
‘Timmy, come and help me with this dress please? The zip is stuck again!’
Timmy sighed and opened the doors to the walk in and saw the dress she was wearing, the one with zip on the front ‘Why are you wearing this dress? You know the zip always catches?’
‘Because it’s a nice dress and it’s sparkly.’ She smiles at him as he slides down the zip slowly trying not to catch it again.
She stripped herself of the dress and hung it up before walking over to get something else.
She was walking around in her underwear in front of Timmy and though they were used to their odd behaviour this was new.
Y/n never stripped in front of anyone let alone walking around in her underwear. She didn’t even get undressed in front of her own mother, but here she was walking around half naked in front of her only guy friend.
‘Okay I need to go. As much as I would love to stay for your fashion show I have to get ready.’
Y/n frowned ‘Where you going?’
‘I’m going to be at that party tonight. My sister was invited so I’m going with her.’
Y/n smiled widely and jumped into his arms hugging him tightly, ‘YOURE GOING TOO????’
He chuckled wrapping his arms around her waist tightly and nodded. ‘Yes I’m going too. So I will see you there.’
She let him go, smiling and kissed his cheek before he buried his face in her neck swaying with her before letting her go ‘Get dressed before you catch a chill.’
She turned and squealed as he slapped her ass and turned round to smack his chest scolding him ‘Timmy. Go!’
He smirked as she clicked her tongue and walked out the door while her friends were whispering to each other glancing at them.
‘Y/n why haven’t you and Timmy gotten together?’
‘We’re just friends, and he’s with Stephanie now.’
‘Timmy doesn’t act like that with Stephanie.’ Daisy said raising her eyebrow.
‘In fact I don’t think he’s even touched her in that way.’
Y/n’s head snapped up looking over at her friend ‘What do you mean by that?’
‘I mean Stephanie has been complaining that Timmy still hasn’t slept with her. They’ve been going out for weeks!’
‘That’s impossible.’ Y/n shook her head and went into the bathroom to begin her makeup.
Later after her friends left to get ready themselves y/n heard the door open and close and footsteps come toward her room
‘Timmy?’ She called from the bathroom ‘Is that you?’
‘Yeah, sorry. I know I said we’d meet at the party but can I just arrive with you?’ He came into the bathroom and leaned against the door watching her as she nodded in confirmation.
‘Of course. What’s wrong?’ She asked buttoning her dress jeans and walking over to him.
‘Stephanie found out I’m going to the party after I told her I wasn’t going. Now she wants to go with me, but I already said I was escorting my sister. But Pauline is going with someone else so she doesn’t need me to escort her.’
‘Now Stephanie is pissed because you won’t take her.’ Timmy nodded resting his hands on her hips and pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back as he lay his head against her neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
‘Why haven’t you slept with Stephanie yet?’ Y/n asked against his shoulder.
‘It doesn’t seem like the right time.’
He mumbled back, his voice muffled against her skin. ‘You smell good.’
She smiled playing with the curls at his neck.
‘Thank you, it’s cinnamon scented lotion.’
He moved his head, sliding his hand to hold the back of her neck and bit down sucking hard.
‘Ow! Not edible lotion you freak!’ She shoved him playfully, letting him hit the wall as she looked at her neck in the mirror and glared back at his smirking face ‘Im telling everyone you’re a vampire and you tried to eat me!’
He continued to smirk as she grabbed her jacket and bag walking out with him. ‘Come on.’
He followed obediently and walked down to the cab she had ordered in advance and told him to get in with her ignoring his insistence he could walk ‘Timmy get in, you’re not walking anywhere, it’s New York and it’s freezing.’
‘Fine!’ He slid in beside her and they made their way to the party together.
Halfway there she grabbed his phone and got some pics together in the cab and even got a cheeky one of her grabbing his face and kissing his cheek.
He posted one to his social media captioning it “Party time with bestie” and tagged her.
When they reached their destination they paid the driver and quickly got inside when it began to rain. Neither of them considered Stephanie would be attending so Timmy stayed by y/n’s side during the party.
Some of the older guests assumed they were a couple but they always denied it saying they were just friends and they grew up together.
Stephanie arrived an hour after them and sought out Timmy and found him getting cosy with y/n with his arm around her waist nuzzling her neck.
Y/n saw her entering the party and nudged Timmy pointing to his girlfriend and y/n heard him sigh against her neck and she patted his back ‘Go. Now.’ He left with a peck on her neck and she sighed as he approached Stephanie and watched the way he held her and kissed her in greeting.
Her friends were right, Timmy was completely different with Stephanie than he was with her. It was as if he was touching something nasty, y/n knew from just watching them he didn’t like touching her. Wether they were like this in private, she didn’t know. But this interaction was painful to watch.
She watched as they left the room to go out into the garden so y/n decided to subtly follow them when she was stopped by Daisy and some guy.
‘Y/n this is Tanner, Andy’s younger brother who I was telling you about.’
‘Oh hello, it’s not a good time right now. We’ll catch up later Daisy.’
She walked off sighing. She knew she had just been rude but she had to check on Timmy.
Y/n walked out into the garden and heard someone arguing as if they were trying to keep their voices down.
‘I just don’t get it, Timothée. We’ve been together for weeks and we still haven’t even had sex yet.’
‘I’m just not ready yet Stephanie. I’ve told you that!’ She heard him sigh, and took a peak around the corner and saw him sitting on a stone bench while Stephanie stood over him her arms folded across her chest looking upset.
‘But you won’t even touch me. Whenever I try an kiss you you turn your head away and right now when I tried to sit on your lap you pushed me off.’
‘Because you’re obsessed with sex! I’ve never met anyone so obsessed with fucking the way you are!’
‘I’m not obsessed with sex, I just want to have sex with you.’ She shouted.
Y/n had heard enough she came out of the shadow of her hiding place saying Timothée’s name ‘Timmy. Pauline is looking for you. Hello Stephanie, you look lovely as always.’ Y/n smiled nodding her head slightly in acknowledgment. Stephanie was glaring at y/n until she complimented her and she returned her smile in thank you.
Timmy stood up and followed y/n inside leaving Stephanie standing alone with her thoughts.
‘Thank you for rescuing me.’ Timmy whispered walking with y/n indoors.
‘You’re welcome, I saw you walking out with her and knew she would start something with you.’ He nodded grabbing a glass of champagne from a tray being passed around and took a sip before pulling y/n to his side by her waist and kissed her exposed shoulder, lightly nipping the skin making her turn her head towards him and wrapped her arm over his shoulder, when she saw the guy Daisy brought over make his way through the crowd towards them and sighed ‘Daisy isn’t gonna let this go until I give this guy a moment of my time.’
Timmy looked over and smirked ‘Very business type.’ He sniggered but y/n whispered his ear. ‘If you don’t come and get me in 15 minutes no more cuddles.’ He choked on his last chuckle and went pale at the very serious threat and nodded as the guy approached with a million dollar smile and y/n had to stop herself from gagging in disgust.
‘Hi, I’m-‘
‘Tanner, yes I remember. Nice to meet you.’ She held out her hand which he took and kissed her knuckles.
Oh so he was this type of guy, goodie. She could feel Timmy coming closer to her in a protective manner and smirked.
‘Would you care to dance?’
‘Sure, why not.’
He guided her to the dance floor as Timmy looked on burning a hole into the guy’s skull and walked over to Daisy pointing to his best friend’s dance partner ‘Who the fuck invited James Bond?’
‘I did, i wanted y/n to meet him.’
‘Why? He’s not her type.’
‘I thought he was handsome and cultured.’
‘He’s a shmuck and slobbering all over someone’s hand doesn’t make you cultured. It makes you look like a baby with no teeth.’
Daisy glared and stalked off while Timmy looked on counting down to 15 minutes when he could drag her away from this moron.
He didn’t know why he was acting so jealous, but he knew this guy was not y/n’s type. She liked the goofy type of guy who she could boss around but who could equally take charge when called for.
And he knew this because she ordered him around like a puppy. This guy was the type of guy that would order her food for her at a restaurant, who would feel threatened by her independence and her strength.
He looked at his watch and saw it had been 15minutes and walked over to where they were standing at the bar and was close enough to hear their conversation and knew it was not going well, for him. The guy was trying to order for her at the bar, and she was telling the bartender that she didn’t want that. He was also insisting that he would like to buy drink for her but y/n had already handed the guy her money paying for her own drink.
‘I pay my own way, I don’t need anyone’s charity.’
Timmy smiled approaching hearing the guy huffing exasperated ‘It’s not charity, it’s called being gentlemanly. A lady should never pay for her own drink at a party. Especially if a gentleman is offering to pay.’
She turned seeing Timmy approaching and tilted her head asking him ‘Timmy am I a lady?’ Timmy scoffed shaking his head ‘No. Absolutely not.’
‘And do I always pay my own way?’
‘You paid the cab ride over here.’
‘Exactly. So let this chivalrous crap go. I’m not into it. It’s more Daisy’s thing than mine.’
The guy shook his head disapprovingly and left as Timmy and y/n smiled at each other.
‘So do i still get my cuddles?’
He asked taking a sip of the very unlady like beer she had ordered for herself.
‘Yes of course you do.’ She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he hugged her back holding her tight against him before sitting on the bar stool pulling her back against him by her waist and watched the party going on around them. The music was louder now as the older guests had retired earlier and only the guests their age remained.
He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist and played with the waistband of her jeans, touching her skin there. She lay her hand over his and entwined their fingers together as he leaned forward and nipped her shoulder. She leaned into him and nudged his nose with hers and kissed his cheek.
‘Is there somewhere we can go?’
He whispered against her neck and she took his hand getting up and dragged him out of the door and up a set of stairs looking for a room.
Every time she stopped to open a door he would grab her hips and nip and kiss her neck until they found a bedroom and she dragged him in behind her as he ran his hands up and grabbed fistfuls of her breasts through her waistcoat, she kicked the door shut and he slammed her against it and began sucking on her neck while turning the key in the lock behind her as she tugged on his hair trying to get him closer to her as possible. She pushed her knee between his legs and pressed against his groin causing him to bite down on her neck hard.
He grabbed her waist picking her up and tosses her on the four poster king size bed crawling on top of her when she pulled his shirt over his head as he tore the buttons off her waistcoat and wrapped his hand around her throat squeezing gently making her gasp.
She grabbed him by his head and slammed her mouth against his in a hungry kiss. He kissed back with equal hunger sliding his hands down her body before sliding her jeans down her legs, breaking the kiss he removed his own jeans before climbing back over to her, he made quick work of their underwear and he slid into her slowly, taking his time as y/n reached up and placed small kisses along his shoulders before he began thrusting into her at a steady pace as she held onto his shoulders.
Y/n gripped onto his shoulders digging her nails into his skin as he began to slam into her harder making her gasp and drag her nails halfway down his arms.
He groaned and collapsed on top of her pinning her beneath him and rammed into her wrapping her legs higher around his waist causing her to moan and jerk higher up the mattress and the bed frame to rock.
She flipped them onto his back and began to ride him and felt his hands run up her torso and grab her breasts roughly. She slammed her hips down on his making him grunt and rut his hips upwards to meet hers causing him to go deeper inside her.
He rolled them to the other side of the bed pinning her down on the mattress and slammed into her as her head hung over the side of the bed and carved his hips into hers going deep again making her groan.
He pulled her up by her neck and kissing her roughly as they came together in a sweaty panting mess as they fell back landing at the bottom of the bed tangled in the sheets.
He kissed and nipped along her collarbone and throat before burying his face against her neck clinging to her and breathing shakily.
Y/n caught her breath and ran her fingers through his hair wiping his damp curls from his face.
She listened and realised the music had stopped downstairs and everyone had left.
‘It’s gone quiet downstairs. I think everyone is gone.’
She felt him move against her neck and wrap his arm tighter around her waist cuddling into her.
‘I’m not moving. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.’
She nodded and lifted his head placing an open kiss against his lips and turned onto her stomach letting Timmy kiss her back and shoulder before laying his head on her mid back closing his eyes as they drifted off to sleep!
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ataraxiaspainting · 2 months
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Just the Way I Am.
Yan Yuji x F Reader x Yan Sukuna.
Synopsis: Yuji is like the sun. His cursed half is like the moon. Both of them hurt you, but in different ways, but neither of them will stop. That mere fact, in the end, hurts you more than if only Sukuna was around because sometimes you think of terrible things. Terrible things like wishing Yuji, who used to always be your ray of sunshine, never existed at all or would die a slow and painful death.
Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, violence, and a not-so-healthy dash of not SFW and misogyny (from our dear Sukuna of course).
Word Count: 850.
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Yuji was not wearing the clothes he usually wore. Instead of his favorite outfit which consisted of a scarlet hoodie and black sweatpants, he simply wore his briefs, sitting on the couch opposite to the bed you had slept in since the night before, loudly eating some beef jerky you and he had gotten from the convenience store yesterday. All the noise was the reason you had woken up in the first place. Choosing not to voice it, though, you attempted to go back to bed. Perhaps that was the wrong decision though, because as soon as you closed your eyes and turned to face the wall, you felt long nails grip at your shoulder, sinking deep enough to almost make you bleed. It was foolish of you to do such a thing, you realize because Yuji only bought the jerky for Sukuna.
Before you could turn around to greet him, the pain went further into your flesh, making you wince.
“Who taught you to be so rude, huh?” The voice was as cold as it always has been, being as much more gruff than Yuji’s ever could be. “Answer me.”
His breath was smokey from the beef jerky but also smelled like rotting food, the instant ramen Yuji made along with a boiled egg he swore was not too old to eat. You try your best not to gag as you start stuttering out an apology.
“N-No one…”
“Oh really?” The voice changed to that of a mockery of something tranquil, something kind. Something like Yuji’s voice. But instead of begging you to stay the night while claiming it was too dark out for a girl to be walking to her dorm room alone, it was speaking to you like you had just done something you were too dumb to realize was stupid. You suppose, in a way, that that is what you had done. 
You forgot the very first rule Sukuna had told you to never disobey when you had woken up screaming at the sight of something that looked sort of like Yuji but did not act like him at all, and now you are in for yet another trip to hell itself. 
“I told you I didn’t want another brat. I already deal with one as it is.” He lets go, and out of instinct to not get hurt more than you already will today, you turn around to face him. He looks down at you, his arms crossed and shaking his head in a mix of amusement and disappointment. “You deal with him too. You know just how big of a pain in the ass he can be. ‘Oh, [First], let me carry you to my bed! Oh, [First], I’m sorry for hitting you when I thought you were cheating on me, please come back! Oh, [First], I’m not a pervert, but wear those shorts that show off your ass for me!’ Please, it’s all pathetic, isn’t it? He’s just as bad as me.”
Not wanting to get hurt even more, you agree by nodding your head faster than necessary, you think, because as a response Sukuna laughs so loud it hurts your ears.
“Tell me, just why haven’t you left him yet then, hm? Since you’re so eager to admit I am right.” 
Your answer is whispered low, though you already know Yuji can hear you, even when Sukuna takes his turn with the body they share. “Because of you. You’d… drag me back.”
“Good girl.” The customary compliments are merely a facade just like this one, no matter who is speaking. His resentment towards you remains intact. Soon, Yuji will also harbor the same fury, as he takes his rightful turn in that vessel they both inhabit. “You haven’t even been promoted to Grade 3 yet. Quite sad, wouldn’t you say? Not that a little girl like you should be a sorcerer to begin with.”
Once again, you nod your head.
“How would you ever hope to survive me, or even outrun me, the King of Curses?”
“I… I wouldn’t.”
Another praise that is just as empty as all the ones before it. With it, the walls of Yuji’s dorm feel even more like that of a prison’s, and this room feels even more small. If these walls could talk, they would tell you to run, or at least you would hope that they would.
“That’s right. So good.” Sukuna turns to face the only window in Yuji’s dorm. You look too. The sun is going down. Did you really sleep for that long? Not that you blame yourself, dealing with Yuji during the day could be considered a full-time job after all. “You fell asleep before I could get my turn. Now, how are you going to compensate me for that when it is fully night outside?”
As the sun descends like a sharp guillotine blade, you and Sukuna share a silent understanding of the inevitable. Your legs tremble at the impending doom, for both of you are well aware of the answer.
You’ll stay, won’t you?
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jeannineee · 8 months
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super innocent reader that’s never touched herself or anything and cassian fingers and fucks her for the first time
Innocent
Cassian x Reader
a/n: requests are open. I need Cassian, but what’s new?
Nsfw under the cut (18+ please)
“Are you serious?” Cassian asked, almost spitting out his drink. “You’re a virgin?”
Your face flushed, and you began fidgeting with your hands nervously. “Say it a little louder, Cas,” you retorted sarcastically, eyes darting to your friends at the other end of the bar.
“Sorry,” he said quickly, expression softening. “But really?”
You nodded, silently cursing yourself for saying anything. “Yes. Really.”
Cassian sputtered for a moment, before forming words. “But you’re funny, and sweet. And gorgeous. How have you not slept with anyone?”
Your heart fluttered. “I dunno. I just…haven’t done it, yet.”
“Does it make you nervous?”
“No,” you answered quickly. “I don’t know why I haven’t had sex yet. I just…haven’t.”
Cassian listened intently, contemplating. “What’s stopping you?” He finally asked.
“I wouldn’t—I wouldn’t know what to do.”
Cassian laughed gently. “No one knows what they’re doing, their first time.”
After some silence, he added. “I could show you. If you want. How it feels to…you know.”
You met his eyes, your breath stopping short in your lungs. “You’re my best friend, Cas.”
Cassian gave you a panty-dropping grin. “I know. I’m just…being a good friend. A helpful friend. A giving—“
“Okay, I get it,” you interrupted him. And despite your better judgment, you agreed to his proposition.
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Anticipation and nervousness rolled in your gut as Cassian flew you to the House of Wind. Your mind raced with what-ifs.
What if he didn’t enjoy it?
What if you weren’t good enough?
What if—
“I can see the gears turning in your head,” Cassian said to you as he landed, your hands intertwined. “Relax. I’ve got you.”
Warmth pooled between your legs at his words, his tone of voice, as you let him lead you towards his bedroom. It wasn’t your first time being in there; you’d woken him up for training and breakfast on plenty of occasions. But being in his room was somehow different, this time.
Cassian shut and locked the door behind him, his eyes full of their familiar warmth. But deeper, there was desire, in them. And lust.
His calloused hands cupped your face as he took a step closer to you, pressing his body flush against yours. His hardness pressed against your stomach through your clothing. You gulped.
Cassian smiled gently, noticing your uncertainty. “Do you want to stop?”
“No.”
Without another word, Cassian’s lips met yours, kissing you gently. You rested your hands on his rock-solid chest, as his hands slid down your back, squeezing your ass firmly. You moaned into his mouth as he did so.
Your hands traveled down his abs as he continued kissing you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You hesitantly palmed him through his pants. The growl that left Cassian had your core aching. You repeated the same motion, but Cassian grabbed your hand.
“Not yet,” he said, his hands moving to unzip your dress. His eyes raked over your form as the fabric pooled at your feet, leaving you only in your lace underwear.
“You’re beautiful.”
Something about the reverence in his voice made you shy. You would’ve wrapped your arms around yourself, had Cassian not picked you up, and laid you back on the bed.
Cassian kneeled between your legs, his upper half bare, cock still straining underneath his pants. His hands traveled up your waist, over your chest. His thumbs circled your nipples until they formed into stiff peaks.
“Show me how you like to be touched, y/n.”
Your breath hitched. “I don’t…” you trailed off, your face on fire.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. You don’t have to be shy with me.”
You propped yourself up on your elbows. “I don’t know how I like to be touched. I’ve never…”
Cassian’s eyes widened, but he quickly stifled his shock, not wanting to embarrass you. “You’ve never touched yourself? Ever?”
You shook your head.
“That’s okay,” Cassian said, one of his hands resting on your hip, the other on your lower stomach. “Just tell me what feels good, yeah?”
You nodded, and Cassian took the opportunity to slide his hand between your legs, circling your clit through your underwear.
“T-That’s good,” you said moaning softly.
Cassian looked feral at the noises that left you, his chest heaving, pupils blown. As though it was taking everything in him to not fuck you into the mattress.
He halted his movements, smirking as you whimpered at the loss of contact. He pulled your underwear down, tossing them aside. “I’m gonna try something different, alright?”
“Alright.”
Cassian lowered himself until his face was level with your cunt. “So fucking wet,” he murmured, seemingly to himself. He licked a stripe through your folds, keeping an arm across your waist so you didn’t squirm.
“Fuck, Cassian,” you whimpered out.
Cassian’s control snapped, and he dived in, lips wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly. Your hands found purchase in his hair, tugging at it with each wave of pleasure that shot through you.
A tight knot began forming in your stomach as Cassian lapped at your folds. Just when you thought he couldn’t do any better, he slid a single finger into you. He curled it gently, slowly stretching you.
“Cas—Cassian—fuck!” you cried out as he added a second finger, just as your orgasm ripped through you.
He kept curling his fingers as your walls fluttered around them, coaxing you through the aftershocks. He released your clit with a ‘pop.’
“Are you okay?” he asked, unable to hide the cockiness in his words.
You opened and closed your mouth like a fish. “That’s uh—one way to put it.”
He withdrew the two fingers he had buried in your cunt, and licked them clean.
Mother above. You were going to eat him alive.
You pulled him on top of you, kissing him hungrily. Your hands worked at his pants, undoing the zipper.
Cassian broke the kiss. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Cassian stood from the bed to kick off the last of his clothes, before resuming his position on top of you. You spread your legs for him on instinct, earning another growl from him. He guided his cock to your entrance, halting. “Let me know if I need to slow down or stop,” he said, before slowly pushing into you.
Your hands fisted the sheets, a low moan crawling up your throat as he filled you, stretching you in all the right places.
Cassian swore as he bottomed out, the grip he had on your hips tightening. “So fucking perfect.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, looking up at him. “Please move.”
Cassian didn’t need to be told twice. His thrusts started slow and gentle, gradually increasing in force as you grew used to his size.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, lips trailing your jaw, your neck. “Squeezing me so tight.”
His words had your cheeks heating, lewd moans escaping you with each of his thrusts.
Your legs began to shake around Cassian’s waist as that same heat began forming in your tummy again. Cassian felt it, bringing his thumb to your clit. “That’s it, sweetheart. So good for me. Come for me.”
You chanted his name as your orgasm washed over you. Cassian’s thrusts grew sloppier as your walls convulsed around him, sending him towards his own release.
He slowly pulled out, laying on the bed beside you. “Are you—
“I’m fine. More than fine.”
Cassian pulled you against his chest, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll have Madja bring by some of the tonic.”
“Thank you.”
Cassian was silent at first, before adding, “I’ll have her bring you a few doses, since this definitely won’t be the last time we do this.”
You playfully flicked his chest, to which he laughed heartily.
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mggsv · 9 months
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Father’s Day
afab!reader x mgg (fluff) (18+)
SORRY ITS LIKE 3 DAYS LATE
- NOTICE !! [Afab] and [F] reader are two different things! [Afab] does not indicate that the reader is female !
summary: You give Matthew a father’s day gift
warnings: early morning cunt eating, cute fluff that makes me wanna pull my hair out
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“Happy Father’s Day.” it was the first thing you said, waking up to Matthew (who was already up) in bed. He was watching Tv, sitting crisscrossed on the bed with the remote in his hand. When he heard what you said, he looked over at your relaxed body, half asleep. He looked at you in confusion for a second before laughing.
“Father’s Day?” he asks, and you nod sitting up. “Happy Father’s Day Matt.” you stretch your arms and yawn.
“I’m not a father.” he says, you snort, “You would be by now if i haven’t swallowed them all.” he laughs even harder, turning a slight shade of red.
“Well, thank you baby.” he opens his arms, in which you gladly crawled over to snuggle into. He pecks your forehead, trying to move further towards your lips. “nu-uh i just woke up, my breath stinks.”
“What? no it doesn’t. Let me smell-“ he lays you flat out on the bed, earning a small yelp from you as you tried to push him away.
“Matt no- Stop it!” you belt out a laugh. He chuckles against your cheek, kissing softly.
“Happy father’s day.” you laugh out again, earning a smile from your boyfriend, who sits up with his hand resting on your hip. His thumb circled it while he stared down at you with those beautiful eyes, “Do i have a gift at least since it’s such a special day?” he asks
You shake your head and roll over on your stomach, grabbing the pillow you slept on. “Nope, now let’s go back to bed.” You yawn, closing your eyes.
Matthew chuckles, hands snaking up the back of your thighs. They stop at the hem of your shorts before he leans down near your ear and kissing it.
“That doesn’t feel like sleeping.” You yawn, raising your hips so he could slide the shorts off.
“Who would sleep on such a special day? I’m celebrating.”
“I take it back..” you groan, feeling his fingers toy with the hem of your underwear. he kisses you sweetly on your temple. “Too late.” Matthew pulls down your underwear to your thighs, spreading your legs just a bit to see your sex glisten in the early morning light. You hear him groan just a little, all the while kissing down your face.
“Is this what we’re gonna to be doing all day?” you close your eyes. Matthew chuckles, fingers circling your sex, coating his fingers in your slick. You let out a small shuddering breath, Matthew’s finger teasing your hole. It slipped in..out..like him the night before while you two showered. “I wouldn’t mind.” He answers, pulling his fingers away to suck on them.
“lift your hips for me?” he gets in between your legs. You coo at how cute Matthew was. You really loved him- he worked a lot, but he always made the time for you two, and it always worked out.
You lift your hips (with Matthew’s guided help) and he taps your ass cheek as a thanks. He slid your underwear the rest of the way off, too. You breath a sigh of relief, relaxing into the pillow as you finally felt the soft kiss of his pink lips against your folds. He takes his time lapping at you, sucking every now and then while drinking up your slick that evenly coated his chin. Matthew hummed almost quietly, taking your bud between his lips to pull at.
“mm..” you whimper, brows furrowed while your face buried into the pillow. Matthew always enjoyed eating you out..hell, he’d prefer it over food if it meant spending time with you. His tongue flicked your bud while his lips wrapped tightly around it. “Matt-“ you throbbed in his mouth, your thighs trying to close. He kept them open with a hand gripping right below your cheek. He mumbled something that you couldn’t make out, his lips pulling off before they were back on you again.
Matthew pulled back to admire his work. You were throbbing, sensitive from his mouth. Your def was coated in slick, your hole clenching at the absence of Matthew’s tongue. Your body gives him, your hips falling onto the bed beneath you. You panted against the pillow but was soon rolled over onto your back by Matthew.
He chuckled and smiled down at you while he took off his shorts, cock springing free in an instant.
“Happy father’s day.” you wink up at him, spreading your legs
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aeyunaa · 9 months
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Toxic
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Idek anymore y’all this post is kinda random so 😭💁🏻‍♂️…
Word count🍂 1.1k
Pairing🍂 san!dom x fem!reader!sub
Bdsm relationship?!
Smut warning ⚠️
Throat fucking, bondage, creampie, namecalling, degrading, spanking, oral!female receiving.
Guys the start of this seems sorta non/con…..idk y.
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It’s been a week.
52 missed calls over a hundred texts all from him, your relationship with him was difficult to define. Lovers? That couldn’t be it. You love him, he says he loves you but arguments break out every other two hours. You had enough so you left the house without him knowing and when he caught up he started blowing up your phone.
You roll your eyes and set your phone down looking up at the show playing on the tv in front of you.
Your phone starts ringing again. You think about it for a bit before answering the call last minute. “Hello?”.
“Y/n, please come home I’m not upset or anything. I just wanna talk…you can’t run away every time we have to deal with tension between us. We have to talk about it eventually. J-just come talk to me please.”
You sigh loudly before agreeing. “Fine, I’ll be over in ten.” You quickly hung up the phone. “Gosh I just made a terrible mistake didn’t I?”
10 minutes later
You felt your stomach drop to your ass when you knocked on the door. San opened it and the first thing he did was wrap both arms around your waist and pull you into a hug. “I was so worried”. You don’t say anything. After the hug San tells you that he cooked he closes the door as you walk in.
When you walk into the dining room you see the table neatly decorated with different displays and options of food items. You sat down and started eating, San was quiet, he walked behind you softly stroking the top of your head. He leaned in and he started kissing your neck leaving small purple hickeys. “S-San wait”. He softly pulls away from your neck, “look I’m sorry I left without saying anything I know I scared you, I just wasn’t thinking straight.” He nodded “I was just really worried…what you was childish…”. You cut him off “I won’t do it again”. “I know..” You didn’t know what he’d meant by that at the time.
8:00 pm evening
“Babe, can you help me really quick!” You heard San yell from upstairs so you stand up a dash up the stairs and down the hallway “can you get the remote? It fell behind the bed frame and my arms aren’t small enough to fit behind there. You nod before crawling up onto the edge of the bed, you rest the top half of your body against the silk sheets you slip your hands behind the bed and feel around after awhile you pull your hands out and grab onto the frame looking over at San who was totally staring at your ass from underneath your miniskirt. “There’s nothing there liar! You’re such a pervert!”. “Last time I checked you slept with this pervert” he grins cockily. You break character and crack a smile. He walks towards you and places a hand next to yours pressing his lips into yours. When you broke the kiss he quickly grabbed both of your wrists binding them together with the black leather belt he had on. “What are you doing?” He snuck both hands up your skirt, hooking the rim of your panties and tugging them off. The sudden coolness against your wet cunt made you shiver. “S-san?” He taps a finger on your thigh. You open your legs a bit wider allowing him a good look at your soaking heat. He smiles and cocks an eyebrow “why are you so wet already I haven’t even touched you properly yet.” His hands softly caress your ass, riding your skirt further up your body. Before you could register what he was doing, his hand rewarded your ass cheek with a hard spank. You whimper in pain as the spanking continues over and over again, landing in the same spot every time. The last spank was the hardest, you felt defeated, it’s most likely to leave a large bruise and it'd be difficult to sit comfortably for the next few days. He grabs both of your asscheeks, spreading them widely before lowering his head to meet your warmth. He slowly works his tongue through your folds and around your sensitive bud. Your body jolts forward further into the bed. He slid his tongue into you painting your walls saliva. San pulls away, licking his pretty lips clean.
“Come here..”. You sit up, back now leaning against the bed frame, he grabs your ankles pulling them towards himself laying you down properly. San reaches for his pants, unbuttoning them quickly before tugging them down with his boxers. “Now be a very good girl for me..” he crawls on top of you, setting his cock on your chin slightly rutting himself against your bottom lip. “Such a slutty little thing, you’re so much prettier with my cock on your face” he slightly pressed the head of his dick against the corner of your mouth and continued talking. “…but you'd look a little better if I just-“ with one quick thrust he managed to plant himself deep down your throat. He chuckles “wow look at that…”
His hands force your head against him once again, your nose pushed against his pelvis. It’s been going for way too long, you gag against his cock, taking all of him down your throat. your mascara runs down your cheeks through streams of tears. You look so helpless, and San is taking so much satisfaction in breaking you. He glances at you through heavy eyelids, his lips lightly parting, letting almost desperate moans and whines fall freely “fuck yess, choke on my cock slut.”. Mixtures of spit and cum coat your lips and chin. You felt you were going to faint, before you could San pulled out of your throat, resting his thick Cock on the side of your face. He flipped you into your stomach and you could feel him as he started to align himself at your entrance with one rough thrust, he was inside you. He started thrusting into your tight hole ramming into you like there was no tomorrow. He couldn’t hold on any longer.
His thrust grew faster and harder than the last. You scream his name each thrust, it makes him want to destroy you even more. The knot in your stomach grew as he repositioned, hitting your cervix with each thrust. He could feel himself getting close. Your breaths grow sharper as you clench around his cock, your back arches as you scream his name, the knot in your stomach released. “Fucckk y/n…your little cumdump just came all over my dick.” He continued thrusting into your swollen cunt. His body stiffened and you felt his warm liquid fill you up quickly spilling out of you as he pulled out. He grabs your bonded wrists and takes the belt off before pulling you into a warm hug. You were too fucked out too hug him back but he understood that, so he kissed your forehead before reaching over to the nightstand to turn off the light.
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underforeversgrace · 11 months
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don't sass a sleep deprived ghost
DannyMay 2023 Day 17: Temper
title: don't sass a sleep deprived ghost
words: 1432
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Excerpt: He was tired, he was over this, and he was so fucking done.
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“Dude, when was the last time you slept?” Tucker asked, eyeing the bags on Danny’s face.
Danny groaned and leaned his head against the locker, not even grabbing the books he needed for their morning classes. “Technically? About an hour ago. When was the last time I slept longer than thirty minutes, though? Like ten days ago.”
“Isn’t that when Ember knocked you unconscious?” Sam asked, frowning.
“Yes, how do you think I managed to sleep longer than half an hour?” Danny shot back with a weak grin.
“I don’t think being hit over the head so hard that you lost consciousness counts, bro.” Tucker said.
“Then we’re looking at over a month.”
“Danny!” Both friends exclaimed at the same time.
“I know, I know,” Danny said, waving his hand at them dismissively. “I don’t exactly control how many ghosts show up to beat my ass like a piñata, y’know? And my parents haven’t fixed the lock on the portal. So it’s just open.”
Sam sighed. “I’m worried, Danny. Half ghost or not, you need to sleep. If you were human, you’d probably be half dead by now.”
Danny frowned. “Yeah. If I was human. Good thing I’m dead then.”
Sam flinched. She hadn’t thought that sentence through and Danny - even a year since his accident - did not like being explicitly reminded his humanity was questionable at best. “Danny…”
“Drop it, Sam.” Danny said, irritation creeping into his voice in a way that made her spine tingle. Sometimes she had to stop and remember that Danny - goofy, silly, space obsessed Danny - was legitimately one of the most powerful beings she’d ever encountered. Only some god-like entities were stronger than him.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. He’d just cracked a joke, how had his mood turned so dark so fast?
“It’s fine. Maybe I can nab a nap during science class. I’m failing it anyway.” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes, the irritation already gone from his voice and replaced with exhaustion. She’d never seen him this tired. Should they be worried? A super powered, sleep deprived teenager with already questionable impulse control?
Sam fiddled with the wrist ray she always wore now. Hopefully there were no ghost attacks today. She didn’t want to have to fight something while Danny snoozed.
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Danny felt relieved. They had managed to get through all four morning classes without a single hint of a ghost. And! Because his teachers had all entirely given up on him and didn’t give a flying fuck about him, they let him sleep!
Yeah… he was definitely fine with the way his teachers had given up on him. This was fine.
Regardless, he had managed nearly three hours of sleep between all the classes and his ghost sense had not gone off even once.
Still, as he stumbled to his locker on his way to lunch, he could still feel the weariness all the way to his core. Sam and Tucker walked beside him, not so subtly glancing at him frequently. As much as he appreciated them being concerned for him - and he really did! - he didn’t enjoy the feeling of being watched, especially as on edge as he was. He’d been in at least six fights a day for the past month, ever since the lock on the portal broke.
“Fenturd!” A familiar voice called and Danny groaned. He did not have the energy for this shit today.
“Can we not today?” Danny said, turning around to face the bully.
“I got an F on my math test!” Dash shouted, picking Danny up by his shirt collar and shoving him against the locker. Dash was so mad he was red in the face and a vein was visibly bulging in his neck.
Great. Oh, look, they even had an audience, a semi circle of other students watching on in fascination.
“So did I. The hell do you want?” Danny responded as he forced his body limp, forced his body to not react to the assault.
“To make myself feel better.” Dash sneered, clenching his free hand into a fist and slamming it into Danny’s nose.
Danny yelped in pain, pressing his hand to his now profusely bleeding - and probably broken - nose. Apparently feeling Danny sufficiently wailed on, Dash released the smaller boy, who fell to his knees, still clutching his face.
Seriously? Danny has to get wailed on by ghosts and the dumbest fucking human he’d ever had the displeasure of meeting? “Fucking asshole,” he grumbled, though apparently he did so too loudly, Dash not yet out of earshot.
Dash turned instantly, an angry scowl on his face. “What was that, Fentwerp?”
“Nothing, Dash.” Danny said, pushing himself back to his feet, accepting the tissue Sam handed to him as she glanced at Dash in concern.
“No, no, please repeat yourself,” Dash said, getting back into Danny’s personal space.
“Check your ears, Dash. I didn’t say anything,” Danny insisted.
Dash practically growled in anger as he went to slam another fist into Danny’s face.
This time, however, Danny’s exhaustion caught up with him, and where normal people probably moved slower when tired, Danny routinely fought for his life and his instincts were far and beyond that. Immediately, Danny’s hand came up, catching Dash’s fist. Dash let out a barely audible noise of pain - which made sense, he had just done the equivalent of punching a brick wall.
“Lay. Off.” Danny hissed, tightening his grip on Dash’s hand threateningly before pushing Dash back.
Dash stumbled backwards, shaking the hand Danny had gripped. “Why don’t you make me, geek?”
“Danny…” Sam said beside him, tugging on his sleeve.
Even as she did that, though, Danny heard the students around him beginning to chant. “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
Danny let his backpack slide off his shoulder, landing with a loud thump on the floor. “Y’know what, Dash? I think I will.” Danny said, crouching down slightly and rolling his shoulders to loosen them, a more-than-slightly feral grin on his face. He was tired, he was over this, and he was so fucking done.
Surprise flickered across Dash’s face but he didn’t back down, raising both of his fists up.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” The chanting continued.
“You gonna stand there and look stupid all day? It really is one of the few skills you’ve mastered.” Danny said, still looking a touch too feral.
Dash took the bait, lunging forward and aiming a fist towards Danny’s stomach.
Too easy.
Danny sidestepped him, hooking one of his feet behind Dash’s ankles and pushing while simultaneously driving an elbow into Dash’s back. Dash yelped as he fell, slamming his face into the locker.
A collective gasp went through the surrounding students. Everyone had been expecting Danny to get a tooth punched out or something, not for wimpy Fenton to nearly lay out their star quarterback.
“That the best you got, Baxter?” Danny taunted, stepping backwards.
“Danny, stop!” Sam called but Danny ignored her.
“Cheap shot, loser.” Dash spat back, getting back to his feet.
“So I’m fighting like you?”
Dash tried to rush him again and Danny just grinned wider. He jumped to the side and took one of Dash’s arms in both hands. He twirled both of them around, launching Dash back directly into the lockers.
Dash recovered faster this time and repeatedly tried to slam his fists into Danny’s face. Danny ducked and weaved, hands behind his back, letting Dash tire himself out. After several swings from Dash, Danny dropped and lashed out one of his legs, knocking Dash’s feet out from under him.
Dash fell and landed with a sharp, pained intake of breath, his back slamming against the linoleum floor.
“Where the hell did you learn how to fight like that, Fenton?” Dash wheezed, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
“My mom has three black belts.” Danny said, shrugging. It technically wasn’t a lie - his mom did have that, it just wasn’t where he learned to fight. “Now fuck off.” He added as he stepped around Dash, spinning the combination to his locker and grabbing his lunchbox.
People parted for him as he walked, many with shocked, open mouthed stares.
Sam and Tuck tagged along behind him.
“Seriously, Danny?” Sam hissed.
At the same time, Tucker said, “Nice one, Danny!”
He was still sleep deprived, he was still so over all the ghosts recently, but maybe now he could avoid fights of a human nature for a little while.
And less fights meant more naps, he determined as he laid his head down on the lunch table and promptly passed out, his friends his ever vigilant guards.
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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 10 months
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FINDING YOU Chapter 12
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Summary: You're in a relationship with Steve Rogers, but his best friend just always seems to be around!
Word Count: 5.7k
Warnings: smut ... eventually, I promise
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CHAPTER 12
Bucky spent another week in the hospital but it didn’t take long before the nurses were refusing to enter his room. The surgeons were skittish when they came to deliver the news of his progress. The only people he was civil with were you and Steve, but barely.
"Bucky, your dressing is stained. Why wasn't it changed this morning?"
Bucky shrugged. “They don’t really come in here much.”
“Why?”
Bucky held up his arm. “They probably know who I am.”
“What? Why should that matter?”
You were outraged, how dare the staff not treat Bucky because of his past. “I’m going to go and sort this out.” You started walking towards the door.
“Ace!” Bucky called after you to stop. “Wait! Don’t do that.”
“Why? This isn’t acceptable.”
“It’s not their fault. I didn’t want them to do it.”
“What do you mean, Buck? Why not?”
“It doesn't matter, it will heal,” he answered dismally.
“It will scar!”
“I have plenty already, another one doesn't make much difference.”
“Bucky, you have to take care of yourself! What’s going on?”
“They keep wanting to do tests and they won’t say why. You said you’d be here.”
“Oh Buck.” Your heart clenched at what he was telling you. Surgeons had never been very communicative when it came to explaining medical procedures, their usual attitude was very commanding. Naturally Bucky wouldn’t have responded very well to this, he must be scared of being used by another organization in the same way he was used by HYDRA, and to some extent even the US Army. “I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me when I called you?”
“You were busy.”
“And yet you’re mad at me because I didn’t come to see you.”
He didn’t answer, but he didn’t deny your observation.
“I’m sorry. I left the kids for five days after the explosion. There’s a lot going on with them. I’ve been at the Academy all day and half the night for the last few days. I feel like I haven’t slept in years. Sorry.”
“You should sit.”
“No, someone needs to change this dressing. And did they empty your chest drain today?”
“I assume that’s the big ass tube sticking out of my chest?”
“Yeah, this container on the floor here. Did someone empty that today?”
“I don’t think so.”
“It means that it needs to be taken out,” you sighed. “Fucking surgeons!”
“Hey, it’s ok, calm down.”
You hated how emotionally out of control you felt in that moment, the exhaustion was starting to take its toll. Bucky had known you long enough that he could tell what you were feeling.
“Are you patronizing me?” you asked with a trembling lip.
“I would never!” Bucky couldn’t quite hide his smile.
“Jerk!” you gave him a watery chuckle. “Bucky, I-”
“It’s alright.”
“I wanted to be here.” Who’s guilt were you trying to assuage?
“I know.”
“I’m going to get someone to-”
“Do you have to? Why can’t you do it?”
“Buck, I’m not your doctor.”
“I know, but you know how. And I trust you.”
“Because Buck, I’m too tired to be doing any kind of medical procedure. How about I get them, but I’ll be right here and talk you through it? How’s that?”
“Fine.”
“Once we get that out, hopefully we can get you out of this dump. And by dump, I mean it’s actually an incredible facility.”
You were able to get the attention of a resident and nurse who were able and brave enough to enter Bucky’s room. You explained to Bucky that his chest drain was inserted because he had a punctured lung which had collapsed. In order to relieve the pressure and reinflate the lung, he needed the drain. Now that there was no fluid draining, it was ready to be removed. It was a relatively simple act of pulling out the tube and throwing in a stitch to close the incision made to insert the tube. You wrapped your fingers around his as they started, he squeezed your hand slightly as they physically removed the tube and pushed his skin back together.
“There you go,” the resident said, patching a dressing over the fresh wound. “You might have a small scar, but nothing quite as gnarly as those.” He motioned to the scars surrounding Bucky’s vibranium arm.
Bucky scowled, his fist clenched. He looked ready to punch the junior resident.
“Thank you doctor. Why don’t you go and start arranging Sergeant Barnes discharge papers?”
“Oh, I don’t think he is ready-” the resident started, before you interrupted him.
“Could you speak with your attending please? I’m sure that they would very much appreciate the bed space.” The resident stared at you blankly. “Go, now, please?”
“Thank you!" you called after him as he left.
"I think you scared him," Bucky grinned at you. 
"I shouldn't have done that," you sighed heavily, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Your eyelids were feeling more and more heavy.
Bucky shuffled over on the bed to make some space for you to sit more comfortably.
"Ace, you look exhausted. I know I was a bit of an idiot about you not coming to visit but you should probably go home and sleep."
"Is that your way of saying I look like crap?"
"I think you always look beautiful."
You blushed, not quite knowing how to respond. Kiss him, your brain screamed at you. Why couldn't your brain carry out one simple executive function? Instead you decided to change the subject 
"Bucky, we have to talk about how you go home."
"What's the problem?"
"You don't even have a bed in your apartment!"
"I'll just sleep on the floor. It will be fine!"
"With a broken leg?"
"I've had worse injuries and survived just fine."
"Buck, that's not funny."
"Hey, I fell out of a train and into a frozen ravine. Only lost one limb."
"Well I'd rather you didn't lose another."
"Don't worry about me."
"Of course I worry about you. Especially when you go and do dumb things like letting a building fall on you!"
"Hey, come on. Sit down for a minute. Stop trying to look after everyone."
He was the only person who called you out for helping others. He was the only one who got you to slow down, to take time to take care of yourself. He took care of you. And you loved him for it. You loved him.
Bucky patted the bed. "Sit!"
Instead of perching on the side, you kicked off your shoes and squeezed yourself in beside him, shoulder to shoulder. You heaved a sigh of relief, the weight of your own body had more of a burden than you thought. 
"Better?" he asked. He was always so gentle with you.
"It's always better when I'm with you, Buck."
You laid your head on his shoulder, eyelids feeling heavy. The pillow was surprisingly comfortable, as was Bucky's shoulder. It would be alright if you rested with him for a few moments before you headed home. 
However, the draw of slumber was too much for you. You'd spent many a night in a hospital bed in the past but never had you felt so comfortable in the company of another person in such close proximity. It wasn't long before your head was buried in the crook of Bucky's neck with you snoring softly, lost to Morpheus's beckoning. Even the knock on the door wasn't enough to free you from his clutches.
"Hey Buck. I know it's late but-" Steve stopped short as he noticed your presence and Bucky's shushing gestures.
He chuckled softly at Bucky's gestures.
"She's been burning the candle at both ends."
"Yeah," Bucky sighed. He had started to feel guilty about his surly behavior. 
"Want me to take her home?"
"I guess she'll be more comfortable there." It was a disappointing conclusion. 
As if to voice your objection, you rolled over, still fast asleep, wrapping your arm around Bucky's and nestled your face further into his shoulder.
"Looks like she disagrees," Steve smiled at you fondly. 
"Do you mind pulling up the rail? Just in case."
Steve obliged with Bucky's request. He also grabbed an extra blanket from the shelf and covered you with it, taking special care to cover your feet. 
"She gets cold," Steve explained. "Take care of her."
Bucky was taken aback by the tenderness in Steve's voice.
"Hey pal?"
"Yeah Buck?"
Bucky wondered if Steve still loved you. In fact he feared it. What if he was hurting his best friend? He was so close to a happiness he hadn't felt in years, so close that he was afraid of breathing and blowing it all away. But he owed it to Steve to ask.
"Are you alright?" 
"Yeah. I'm sure the two of you will be happy together. I couldn't ask for anything more." He smiled sadly at his friend. "Just don’t blow it like I did."
“Steve…”
“You deserve to be happy, Bucky. You both do.”
“Thank you.” 
“You should get some sleep too. Night.”
Steve left you fast asleep by Bucky’s side. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Bucky allowed himself a moment to relax, to savor what he had rather than mourning what he had lost. He relished the way your hand was wrapped around his bicep, how you held him close to your chest. Even though Steve had all but confirmed that you reciprocate his feelings, he knew better than to rejoice until he heard it straight from the horse’s mouth. But he allowed himself the hope.
For the briefest of moments his impatience had him considering shaking you awake but dare he ask such a direct question? No. Instead he reclined the bed slowly in an attempt to sleep. The motion made you stir, but instead of waking, Bucky felt you move your arm so that it was wrapped around his torso. He closed his eyes and let the darkness surround him.
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You woke in the early hours of the morning, having slept for almost twelve hours. When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Bucky's bearded face. It was a breathtaking sight. As you gathered your senses, you realized, not only were you an inch from his face, but you were staring. And was your arm really where you thought it was? It was so intimate for someone who you'd never discussed intimacy with.
As gently as you could, you took your arm off his chest, fingers lingering for the briefest of moments over the dressing where his chest drain had been removed. You checked his face to look for signs of waking before you sat up. You turned away to try and untangle yourself from the blanket that was stuck between your legs and the bed rail when you felt a warm hand around your forearm.
“Bucky!” you whispered with surprise and a hint of panic. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”
“Don't go.”
His voice was low, so low that you weren’t quite sure you heard him.
“What?”
“Don't go.” He repeated.
“Bucky, I-”
“Stay.”
He tugged on your arm and you conceded, resting back on your elbow.
“I want you to stay.”
“I’m here, Buck.”
He took your free hand and guided it to his chest, coming to rest over his heart. “Here,” he whispered, not once taking his eyes off you.
The way his eyes shone in the darkness drew you closer to him and you leaned over him. It was now or never. You moved down towards him, your lips brushed over his, noses rubbing together, you heard Bucky’s breath hitch slightly. For a second you thought about pulling back, but his hands were around your waist, holding you close and he raised his head keeping your lips pressed together.
It wasn’t like any other first kiss you’d ever had. The longing you felt from Bucky was unlike anything you’d experienced and you didn’t want it to end.
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The scientists who had administered the supersoldier serum to Bucky in 1943 had been extremely talented. The rate at which he was healing was downright miraculous. The surgeons removed the Ilizarov frame from his broken leg and the only thing that kept Bucky from jumping off the bed was your hands on his chest. These frames were often in place for 6 months, he had only had it on for 6 days but his x-rays were showing solid callus formation on the healing bone.
“We suggest you avoid weight bearing for at least another week.” The surgeon had advised Bucky’s scowling face. “But there is no reason you need to remain in the hospital any longer.”
He reluctantly took the crutches handed to him but used them under your watchful supervision. Steve was ready to drive Bucky home and he dropped both of you off at his apartment.
“Thanks Ace. I got this from here,” Bucky said, his hand on the door knob.
“Oh.” You felt confused. “Buck, is this because of the file thing?” you asked sorrowfully.
“No.” He propped his crutch up against the wall and cupped your face in his hand. “It’s not. I… it’s stupid. I know you’ve already been inside. It’s just not very … well furnished.”
“I remember. So don’t be mad, but-”
“What did you do?”
“You don’t have anywhere to sleep. It’s not good for your leg. So I asked Steve and Sam to bring my couch here for you. It’s a pull out, so you can sleep on it. I hope that’s ok?”
“I guess it'll be better than the floor.” He conceded. He turned back to the door and opened it, nodding at you to follow.
The boys had done well, having expanded the couch and made up a bed in the living room in front of the TV.
“I would have bought you a bed, but well…”
“That’s a bit presumptuous, don’t you think, Ace?” He had a hint of a smirk and the tiniest flutter of a wink.
Was he flirting with you?
You blushed under the intensity of his gaze. You felt a surge of blood course through your body, a rush of fluid between your legs. It wasn’t that you hadn’t considered it before, it was that you’d never considered it was possible. Now here you were, alone with him and you felt afraid. Not afraid of him, but of the world it would open, the vulnerability and the potential of pain that came with it.
“Ace?”
“Yeah?” His voice snapped you out of your train of thought.
“Everything ok?”
“Yeah. Why don’t you go sit down. I’m going to see what food you have so we can have some lunch.”
“I’m not sure you’re going to find much in there, other than takeout menus.”
You sighed and shook your head, peering into the empty fridge. “Right, takeout it is!"
"Ace, you know you don't have to do all this."
"Seriously, Buck?" 
"Yeah." He looked a little taken aback by your incredulity.
"This is coming from the guy who sulked because I didn't visit him for two days!"
"I wasn't sulking." Sullenness written all over his face.
"Yeah, just like you're not sulking now," you teased.
His lower lip protruded slightly as you teased him. You took the menus and sat down on the arm of the couch right next to Bucky. You twisted your legs over so your feet rested on the other side of his lap.
"It's a good thing you look cute when you pout like that. I don't know how any of the nurses managed to control themselves."
It took a moment for him to process your words and it was satisfying watching his features light up.
"You think I'm cute?"
"It's a strong possibility." You tried your hardest to convey an air of nonchalance.
Without warning Bucky wrapped his hand around your ankles and gave them a good tug, sending you flying off the arm of the couch straight into his lap with a loud squeal.
"Careful, flattery will get you everywhere with me."
"Bucky, what the hell! Your leg!" You tried to scramble out of his lap, worried about your weight on his broken limb.
You didn't get far, Bucky was holding you far too close for you to escape. "Hey, stop, it's okay."
When you succumbed to his embrace you realized just how close you were. Your breath was faster than it should have been and it wasn't because of the struggle. The thumping of your heart in your chest was palpable and you knew Bucky could hear it too. There was something inside your chest that seemed to want to get out, an urge deep inside you which you'd felt ever since you'd found him lying lifeless under the building. Tentatively, you reached up, fingertips grazing the rough stubble sprouting across his beautifully sculpted jawline.
"I don't want to hurt you," you whispered.
He reached up, tucking the stray strands of your hair behind your ear. "I know you wouldn't hurt me, Ace."
You'd been treating him like he was made of glass, that he would break at the slightest touch, but the Bucky you'd come to know, the Bucky you'd come to love, he was anything but fragile. Your Bucky was strong, he was resilient, he was loyal and most importantly he was yours.
"How can you be so sure?" you asked, not taking your eyes off his soft gaze.
He was barely an inch from your face, you could feel his breath against your lips and it was intoxicating. It would be so easy to fall onto his lips but something in his eyes stopped you. It felt like he was gazing so deep into your soul that you had no secrets left to keep from him. The icy fire in his winter blue eyes seemed to burn brighter than anything you'd ever seen, filled with so much passion and desire that you felt yourself clench with anticipation.
"Why don't you see for yourself?" 
"What?"
"Use your abilities, check for yourself."
You felt slightly disappointed, he wasn't after something more intimate. He let you climb off his lap and you felt a cold shiver where his warm arms had enveloped you. Crawling to the end of the couch, you came to rest in a kneel at his feet.
"Go on, Ace," he smirked.
Was he flirting again?
Slowly you put your hands on his leg, fingertips at first, reaching out with your senses. It was almost like you could feel the vibrations coming from the molecules and atoms which gave Bucky his very essence. And if you closed your eyes and felt deeper, it was as though the electrons buzzed happily at you. You wondered if this is what it had been like to fall into the quantum realm.
Instead of vibing with the electrons, you pulled yourself back, giving you a bigger picture of what was happening inside him. Your palms now rested against his shin and fingers now wrapped around his muscular calf as you explored the sinew and bone beneath his flesh. Your senses crept between the muscle fibers and down to his bone. You could feel the cracks that had already started to heal, the calluses that had formed holding the pieces together with surprising strength.
You smiled, looking up at Bucky with excitement about his speed of healing, but you were shocked to see him leaning back against the sofa, eyes closed, mouth parted slightly and his hands pressed against the cushioned mattress.
You took your hands off his flesh like you'd been burned. "What happened? What's wrong?" you asked, panicking. 
Bucky opened his eyes to look at you. "Nothing’s wrong, Ace. You gotta chill." He held out his hand and beckoned you to come closer.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No."
"It felt… warm." He paused, trying to find the right words for the sensation he had experienced. "It's like… when the doctors inject stuff into you, and you can feel it rushing through your veins."
The comparison made your heart sink, that your powers reminded him of how he was treated by HYDRA. Bucky noticed the change in your features immediately. 
"It wasn't always a bad thing, you know. Usually it came with the welcome relief of sleep. The bad things all went away. When I felt that I knew it came with some peace." He reassured you with a squeeze or his hand. "You can keep going, you know."
"You like it?" you asked with a slight waver in your voice.
"Sweetheart, I love it."
The twinkle in his eyes and the half smirk he offered you made you blush profusely and sent a rush of arousal through you. The way he called you sweetheart made you dizzy with delight and he knew it. Bucky had always been able to read you like a book, your highs and your lows and now you would start a new chapter together. 
You'd crept closer to him, hands on each of his thighs, pushing down with your fingertips, your powers weaving down through each layer of skin, muscle and bone. Slowly you moved your hands up towards his body, watching his face intently. He never took his eyes off you as you edged closer and closer, hand slipping under the material of the shorts he had on. You were mere inches away when his eyes finally fluttered slightly, giving in to the pleasure he felt. The pleasure you gave him. The thought thrilled you.
He moaned, putting his hands on yours to stop your ascent. "Maybe we should take our time? I-"
"Of course, Buck." You smiled. The last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable and ruin things by getting carried away.
"I think you should finishing making sure that I'm fit for duty. Complete physical examination. Isn't that right?"
"Are you telling the doctor how to do her job?"
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"I might need to get a little closer, we need to start from the top."
Obligingly Bucky dropped his legs so you could straddle them, letting you perch on his thighs. Your core ached for attention but you needed to show restraint having agreed to take things at his pace. Instead you put your hands on his face, palms cupping the sides, as your thumbs caressed his cheekbones.
"I think you should come even closer." His tongue flitted out over his lips, before he raked his teeth over them.
"Yeah?" you asked.
Bucky’s hands left your hips and moved up to the back of your neck, pulling you forwards into a kiss. The moment his lips met yours, your mind was reeling. You had a vague idea from Steve that Bucky had very much been a charmer but you hadn't thought about it much further, but now you knew with certainty that he had the skills to back his bravado. There was a suaveness to the way he slipped his tongue into your mouth. It made you wonder what other wonders it could manage and that thought made you moan.
Bucky broke the kiss. "You like that?"
You felt giddy and oh so aroused. Eager to regain that feeling you lent back towards him but he held you back, hands on your shoulders.
"What do you say about moving on a little?"
You nodded.
"What else were they worried about in the hospital?"
"There were a few lacerations on your arm," you said, taking his right hand between both yours.
You worked your way up to his shoulder, both of you reveling in the way it made you feel. Your fingers danced over his right clavicle, then over to his left, eyes never straying from each other. You edged closer to his left side and for a moment you considered moving down his torso, but the vibranium was a part of him and you wanted him to know you accepted that part of him, loved that part of him equally. As you reached out to the cool metal, everything changed. You are in awe of the complexity of the mechanics that made the prosthetic work. There was a beauty in the way the gears moved, simultaneously, in conjunction with each other to initiate the smallest of movements. You smiled, fascinated by the novel technology.
"You seem to be enjoying that," Bucky brought your attention back to him.
"Can you feel this?" you asked.
He shook his head.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. But maybe we can focus on something else now?" He cocked his head to one side.
"Right away, Sergeant." You placed both palms on his chest. "I think we can progress better without the shirt, what do you think?"
"I hope you aren't taking advantage of me" He pulled off his fitted black t-shirt.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Buck," you said as you raked your eyes over his well defined abs.
"Come now, let's not get distracted."
You brought your eyes back to his, face flushed with embarrassment.
"Sorry."
"Not to worry, it happens to the best of us. Now, tell me what's going on here," he held your hands against his chest.
The synchronicity of his healing ribs expanding as he took a breath and inflated his lungs was exquisite. You checked in, making sure that the sensations weren't too overwhelming. 
"Lungs seem to be in order," you declared.
"What else?"
You didn't need powers to feel how hard his heart was beating in his chest. "May I?"
He nodded.
You needed to be careful, the smallest of nudges could lead to an arrhythmia or a stunned pericardium. Bucky mistook your caution as hesitation. 
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Have to be careful, don't want to create any new problems."
"I trust you." His eyes told you he spoke the truth.
Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, reaching into his chest. You could feel the way his heart contracted and relaxed, like clockwork, bounded yet infinite, leaping from beat to beat. It reminded you of a repeating musical frequency, the same notes repeating and rejoining in a Fibonacci sequence. You had never felt so close to another human being as you did in that moment and the beauty brought tears to your eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's perfect."
Bucky chuckled, wiping away the tear that slipped down your cheek. "I think you're stealing my lines! Can't have you using my best material."
"How do you propose to stop me?"
"That one's easy." He looked at you mischievously before he slipped his hands behind your thighs and pulled you right up against his chest.
You barely had time to gasp before his lips were back on yours. Hungrier than before, craving the intimacy he had finally had the permission to have. As your tongues danced together, you could feel his arousal pressed against yours. The thin material of your leggings and his shorts didn't leave much to the imagination. Reflexively you pushed your hips forwards against his, eliciting the most carnal moan you'd heard.
His hands had been stroking your back over the baggy shirt but they were seeking the feel of your flesh. Bucky tugged at the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your torso. You raised your arms, breaking the kiss briefly to allow him to pull the shirt over your head, knocking your glasses askew in the process.
"Sorry," he straightened them before pulling you back into the kiss.
Your hands explored each other's bodies, getting to know each other in a new way. Bucky flicked off the clasps of your bra with so much ease that you wondered if you had even fastened it correctly that morning. He took care to be gentle as he slipped off the straps, over your shoulders, around your elbows and off your wrists. He tossed the undergarment over the back of the couch.
"Don't think we'll need that anymore."
You laughed and your unclad breasts danced as your chest moved. Bucky's eyes were transfixed. The undivided attention was making you feel self conscious and you crossed your arms in an attempt to feel less exposed.
"You don't have to hide from me, Ace." He tucked away the hair which covered your face, making sure he could see your eyes. 
Slowly you lower your arms, letting him take his fill of you, just as he had let you see his.
"May I?" He requested permission to touch you. 
"Please."
His eagerness was seductive. As was the way he pinched and rubbed your hardened nipples. Your underwear was already soaked and it was sure to extend through your leggings if he kept this up. 
"Hey, Ace?"
"Hmmm, Buck?"
"I think the ladies might be feeling a bit left out. You think I can give them a bit more attention?"
"What kind of attention?"
He licked his lips in the most seductive manner.
"By all means,” you swallowed hard. “I'm sure they would be thrilled."
It only felt like seconds before his mouth was latched on your nipple, nibbling, sucking until you were writhing in his lap. Letting go only when he was afraid he might accidentally fall from the edge as you bucked against his hips.
"Bucky, please." 
"Please, what?”
“Don’t be like that.”
Bucky laughed in a low and lascivious way. This time when he kissed you, there was no holding back. He swept his hands under your thighs, hooking them in and pulling you as close as he could. You held his face, pushing your hands through his hair and cupping the nape of his neck.
Without warning you felt Bucky lean forwards, still holding you tightly to him, his erection pushing hard against you. He rocked up onto his knees and lowered you down onto the bed. Only when you're flat on your back that he loosened his grip on your legs and immediately slipped his fingers into the hem of your leggings, trying to tug them down. You could see his mental struggle between gaining access to your core and having to take the pressure off his own. At this point, desperation had you fumbling with his shorts and neither of you seemed to be getting anywhere. 
"Buck, just… stop for… a second," you panted between his open mouthed kisses.
Bucky froze in surprise.
"Just take them off… quickly!" your voice was pressured.
Bucky snorted at your urgency, feeling slightly relieved that you didn't want to stop completely. He pushed down his shorts and boxers while you did the same with your clothing. As you tossed aside the offending items your eyes went back to him, lingering on the sizable swelling he was sporting. His eyes met yours in apprehension.
"Well? What are we waiting for?" you demanded.
He couldn't stop smiling as he put his mouth back on yours. His body weight pressed down on you, his erection rubbed against your lips. Without you realizing Bucky slipped his hand down and you gasped when cold metal pressed down on your clit. 
He gave you a few gentle strokes before plunging his fingers between your folds, collecting the slickness that had accumulated between your legs. You held your breath as you watched him smear it across his throbbing length, mixing it with the precum that was already flowing from his tip. His right hand remained firmly pressed against yours, his thick fingers interlaced between your dainty digits.
Bucky gave himself a few rough strokes before looking for your entrance. He pushed your legs apart with his knees and lined himself up. Bucky looked at you for permission before slipping between your folds, teasing you with his tip.
“Fuck Bucky, just get in me!”
He grinned and it made you feel delirious. You felt dizzy as he stretched you inch by inch, every movement elicited an exquisite wave of pleasure as he filled you completely. Bucky leaned forwards, letting go of your hand and supporting himself with his elbows just above your shoulders. He lay still for a moment while he waited for you to adjust. Your eyes met and he rubbed his nose against yours.
"You good?" he breathed.
"Great!"
He didn't need further encouragement, he pulled out slowly and thrusted back into you with a bit more speed and force than before. You moaned, yearning for more. Your hands found the small of his back, fingers digging into his skin desperately trying to bring him closer.
Bucky pushed his knees out, spreading your legs further and you hooked your knees over his thighs, using them as an anchor to thrust back. Your hands found purchase on his ass, as you tried to get him to move faster. The only thing that interrupted the sounds of his skin slapping against yours was the insatiable moans from your mouths.
The bucking of his hips had gotten more and more erratic and you knew he was close. You had a fleeting thought that he may finish before you, but Bucky seemed to know just what to do. He twisted his hips and you cried out ecstatically as he found that special place that would have you unraveling in mere moments. 
"Buck," you muttered his name breathlessly between moans. "Faster, I'm-"
He can only growl in response, holding you closer, tighter, fucking you harder and harder until you saw stars. Your orgasm coursed through your body, it spread through you like lightning, permeating every fiber of your being.
Your walls fluttered around him pushing him to the brink of ecstasy. His thrusts became more and more erratic as you tightened around him. 
"Bucky!" you gasped.
The sound of his name from your lips in euphoria was what made him pulse inside you. Arching his back, Bucky spilled his hot milky load into you. He panted heavily, mouth still on yours as he recovered his composure.
He rolled over to his side, pulling on your leg so you rolled with him, remaining inside you. Your head rested on his arm and he ran his vibranium fingers through your hair. You caressed his chin lovingly. Everything in that moment felt perfect.
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romantichomicide95 · 11 months
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Helloooo congrats on 300!! Can you Drabble #13 “is that my shirt?” Idk if you’ve already done it yet so if you have any other one you haven’t done would be awesome too! <3
Thankyouuuu! I haven’t don’t it yet with Levi :) hope you like it! Purely just fluff.
Drabble Prompt #13 “Is that my shirt”
Watching his face right now, eyes closed right, jer black hair all fluffy, lips pouty, chest rising and falling slowly, this was peace you thought. Levi was so…what’s the word?…angelic when he slept. You didn’t want to wake him, not when he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, not when he barely slept anyway. So, instead you got up to start on a kettle of tea.
“Mmmm Y/N.” You hear Levi mumble from the bed before you even reach the door. You turn to see your boyfriend sat up, hair sticking all over the place with a pout on his lips. The bags under his eyes more prominent than usual, indicating how rare it was that he got any good sleep. The blanket covering everything but his top half, you blush a little as you look at his abs, so perfectly defined and his arms so muscular and toned.
“Mornin babe.” He reaches one arm out to you and you happily stroll yourself over to stand next to the bed. “I was just about to make us some tea.”
“Come back to bed.” Levi wasn’t particularly a very cuddly person, but on rare occasions when he was overtired or overworked without actually saying as much, he loved to just lay and hold you in his arms.
“Wait. Is that my shirt?” He says once he fully opens his eyes and gets a good look at you. You’d gone to bed in practically nothing but your underwear, given the activities you had been up to before you fell asleep, and threw his shirt on when you woke up. Partly out of convenience and partly because it smelled like him and his aroma always gave you comfort.
“Yeah sorry, I just threw it on.”
He looks you up and down. Taking note on how the bottom hits you at just the right place, so he can see your thighs and the very bottom of your ass. How it tugged you in just the right places so he could see the curvature of your body. The thoughts of last night and the way you looked right now go racing through his head, so much so he didn’t realize he hadn’t responded and was just sitting there gawking at you.
“Levi?”
He doesn’t say anything. Instead he pulls you down to the bed with him,climbing on top of you one hand sliding up your thigh. His lips crashing onto yours.
“Leviiii!” You say teasingly, giggling.
His eyes come to meet yours. Arms outstretched on either side of you so his body is hovering over your own. You look down and can see the ever-growing bulge in his sweatpants.
“You look good in my shirt…but I want it back.” he says before crashing his lips back onto your own. Making you completely forget about the possibility of making any tea.
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karmic-vibes · 1 year
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If I Can Dream
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13 - Hope Keeps Shining on Everyone
art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr/lazyjunebug on twitter
cw: gender dysphoria, [verbal] domestic dispute, drastic mood swings, implied [intrusive] thoughts of family abandonment
Year: 1988
“Steve! Get the baby, please!” Eddie hollered.
“Are you still in the bathroom?” Steve called, walking to care for Bobby.
“Yes, Steven! It’s a process! Peeing is a whole thing, then changing the bandages is its own beast! Get Bobby!”
“I’m going, I’m going.”
Steve was trying to remain as calm as he could, but Eddie constantly yelling or crying was starting to get on his nerves. Maybe it was from the lack of sleep or feeling like the only caregiver for Bobby, but on top of caring for his recovering husband, it was becoming too much for him to handle.
Nonetheless, he picked Bobby up and headed for the kitchen to make her a bottle. He sat down on the couch, head hung back and rested his eyes as he fed the newborn. As much as he loved his daughter, it was beyond him how he ever wanted upwards of six children.
Nonetheless, he picked Bobby up and headed for the kitchen to make her a bottle. He sat down on the couch, head hung back and rested his eyes as he fed the newborn. As much as he loved his daughter, it was beyond him how he ever wanted upwards of six children.
“Why are you sleeping while feeding her?” Eddie tutted his tongue. “Give her to me.”
“No, it’s fine, I’ll stay awake. Sorry.”
“Just please be careful and watch what you’re doing.”
“When did the doctors say your mood swings would pass again?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know exactly what it means.”
“Six to eight weeks.” Eddie rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Steve continued to feed Bobby until she was full. He held her up against his chest and started to burp her, hoping she would doze off afterwards. Alas, it was to no avail. Five o’clock was quickly creeping up on them and Bobby was still fussing, keeping the boys up.
“Look, Bobby, listen to me. You’re tired. We’re tired. We can solve both problems if you just go to sleep.”
“Why are you trying to reason with her? She’s only a week and a half old.”
“Because, Eddie, neither of us have slept in like six days,” he whined.
Then, for a moment, there was silence. Eddie and Steve looked to each other, eyes wide. Steve tiptoed to Bobby’s room to set her back down in her crib—Eddie was already trying to work his way back into their room. Eddie was trying to pick his legs up into bed as Steve closed their bedroom door. He trudged over to help his husband into bed, but Eddie swatted him away.
“What’s your fucking problem, Ed? I’m just trying to help you.”
“I don’t need help,” he cried. “I can do it myself.”
“Ed–”
“Stevie, ever since I had the baby, you haven’t given me a second to breathe. I feel like I’m being smothered. I just want to do things on my own sometimes.”
“Eds… you not only carried our child for nine months, but you went through hours of labor only to end up getting sliced open and getting your uterus removed. I was just trying to help. I-I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“And I appreciate that, but… I don’t know, I feel helpless, Stevie.”
“I’m sorry, Ed. I-I didn’t even realize I was doing it.”
“You just have too much love in your heart, Harrington.”
“And I always will for you and Bobby. I hope you know that.”
“I do… sorry if I’ve been mean…”
“It’s okay, I get it.”
“I haven’t even asked you how you’ve been holding up. You must be exhausted.”
“Oh, Eddie, I’m so tired,” Steve whined, falling back on the bed. “I’ve been killing myself trying to take care of you two.”
“How many kids do you want again?”
“Shut it.”
“No, Steven, I really wanna know,” Eddie teased.
“Blow it out your ass, Harrington.” Steve rubbed his hands over his face as he let out a sigh. “She better be worth it.”
“She will be,” Eddie smiled, brushing Steve’s hair back. “I love you.”
“Where’d that come from?”
“I haven’t said it enough lately.”
“I love you too.”
“Even though I’ve been an immense pain in the ass?”
“You had a child, you get to be a pain in the ass.”
“Okay… for how long?”
“I’ll give you a year’s leeway.”
“What about two?”
“Six months.”
“I’ll take the year.”
“That’s what I thought,” Steve smirked, settling into bed. “Wake me when she starts to cry.”
“Will do. Night, Stevie.”
“Night, Eds.”
A few hours later, Eddie was awoken by the newborn screaming from her bedroom. He sat up, wincing in pain, and looked over to his husband, not moving a muscle. He let out a tired sigh, finally realizing just how exhausted Steve must’ve been.
With all his might, Eddie heaved himself out of bed to go tend to his daughter. He figured he may as well, since he was due to change his bandages anyways. He picked Bobby up and held her close to his chest, gently swaying his body and cooing to the young girl, in hopes that she’d settle down.
Steve groaned as he rolled over in bed, dreading getting up to feed the baby. He hadn’t even heard her cry, but his body had been on autopilot since last week. He aggressively rubbed his eyes and dragged his feet towards Bobby’s room. As he reached for the doorknob, he heard Eddie humming Golden Slumbers by The Beatles.
He peaked his head in, shocked to see his husband actually awake and being physically able to tend to the baby. Eddie smirked to himself, cheek gently resting atop Bobby’s head. He stopped humming for a moment to place a kiss on his daughter’s forehead.
“Your dad thinks he’s being really stealthy back there, huh, Bobbs?” Eddie whispered.
Bobby reached out her little hand from her blanket and grabbed onto the collar of Eddie’s sweatshirt. He chuckled to himself and smiled warmly at the sensation.
“How did I ever think I wouldn’t love you?” he sighed. “Stevie, I know you’re back there. You can come in, you know.”
“Sorry… didn’t want to ruin the moment.”
“I’m sure.”
“I’m a ninja, by the way.”
“Sure, whatever you say,” Eddie teased. “Go back to bed, Stevie, I got her.”
“No, Eds, we’re in this together. I’ll go make the bottle if you wanna keep holding her.”
“Okay…” Eddie whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you too…”
With that, Steve headed downstairs to the kitchen to begin preparing Bobby’s bottle. Tears were pooling in Eddie’s eyes as he held his daughter impossibly closer to his chest. He sniffled, trying to hold his tears in—damn mood swings.
“You have the best father in the world, you got that, Bobby? Daddy has loved you from the very start and he will love you to the very end. Even if, god forbid, something happens between us, he will always, always, always love you. He’d give you the moon if he could lasso it down. Oh, Bobby, that man has so much love in his heart for you—you don’t even know…” Tears began to stream down Eddie’s cheeks. “Sweet girl, I hope you get all the best parts of him, because he is just so amazing. He’s so selfless, and smart, and sweet, and honestly, not too shabby to look at.” He gently placed another kiss atop her head. “He will follow you to the ends of this earth, giving you nothing but love, support, and comfort. He’ll always be there for you—night or day. Daddy loves you, sweet girl… papa does too…”
“You mean it?” Steve whispered.
“Jesus!” Eddie jumped. “How long have you been standing there?”
He motioned for the freshly made bottle as he spoke. Steve handed it over, smiling fondly at his devoted spouse.
“Long enough,” Steve said. “You should be resting.”
“No, you should be resting.”
“Says the one who got cut open.”
“Says the one who is beyond sleep deprived.”
“Touché, Harrington, touché.”
“Go to bed.”
“No, we’re in this together,” Steve reiterated.
“Christ, you’re stubborn.”
“Oh, yeah, you’re one to talk.”
“Watch it, big boy.”
“Hey, hey, hey! Foul play!”
“How!”
“Oh, you know how!”
Eddie smirked at him teasingly before pursing his lips.
“You know… when I’m done feeding her and change my bandages, I could…” Eddie looked his husband up and down, shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.
“Christ almighty, give me the baby. Go change your bandages. See you in twenty. Don’t fall asleep on me, Harrington.”
“With how sleep deprived you are, you better be able to get your dick hard, Harrington.”
“Hey, language.”
“What do you mean ‘language’? She doesn’t know her ass from her elbow! When she finds out what her toes are, that’s when I’ll start watching my language.”
“Go!”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.”
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stray kids as your ex-boyfriend
Genre: Angst, smut
Ps. Just feeling kinda angsty (and a tad bit horny) for no apparent reason so yeah! 
Pss. It’s only the first part. The second part is for maknae line.
Part II. 
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Chan
The guy you’ve dated since high school.
He brought you home to meet his parents when you've only been dating for 2 months.
His favorite place for a date is either his apartment or yours.
After 3 years of dating, the relationship ended because of his super busy schedule.
“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you so much. You deserve better.” Cliché.
Still hasn’t changed your contact name on his phone. It’s the tiny black heart emoji.
Drunk-text you one night. “Please come home soon and suck me off. Please.”
Girls are lining up to get into his pantsㅡ yet he’s still jerking off to the thoughts of you.
Still logged in to your Netflix account. Pfft.
“Why are you still using my Netflix?”
“Why haven’t you changed your password?”
Minho
He was a senior in college. You both met at a mutual friend’s birthday party.
He decided he wanted you the moment he set his eyes on you.
Your relationship with him only lasted for a few months.
What do you expect from an ass like him, honestly?
Thinking with his dick, almost all the time.
“You know.. I accidentally slept with a girl from your class last night. I think we better end this.”
Yet every time he saw you at the college, he’ll pull you to a deserted hallway and started kissing your neck.
And you let him do that, even a few months after the break-up. Sighs.
“You want to crash at my place tonight?”
You just can’t resist him cause he’s second to none in bed, fucking you dumb every single time.
Friends to lovers to friends-with-benefit kind of relationship.
Changbin
There’s nothing you regret more than breaking his heart.
“I swear to God, we’re better off as friends.”
It was a blatant lie though. You still haven’t fully moved on from your ex.
He treated you like a princess; drive you home off after classes, take you to beautiful places for your dates, and spoil you rotten with his money.
His friends told you that he wrote a song for you after the break-up.
He’s really all muscles outside, but such a big softie inside.
Avoiding any sort of eye contact with you cause it makes his dick twitch. He can’t really help it.
There’s this one memory of him that you still can’t forget.
On a rainy night, he has three fingersㅡ knuckles deep inside of your cunt when he told you that you are his first love.
You miss him all the time. Damn it.
Hyunjin
The popular guy in college, without a doubt.
He asked you out the second time you met. “What good will it bring to play pretend, right? You are so beautiful and I also really want to kiss you.”
Well, the man really breathes confidence.
Give you the code to his apartment. “So you can come over every night.” He said.
One day you went out of town for a family gathering and you came back sooner than he expected.
You went straight to his apartment from the airport to surprise him but oh, what a surprise.
You caught him sitting on the edge of the bed, half-naked, legs spread wide, and cock inside a girl's mouth.
He was mortified when he saw you standing by the door. Eyes ever so wide and mouth agape, yet his hands can't stop moving to guide the girl's head to take him deeper.
That's how the relationship ended, only after half a year.
“Believe me, she's been seducing me all this time.” He explained the next day he came to your apartment.
You cried. And told him to fuck off.
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spicywhenspeaking · 3 months
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The second to last touch-starved prompt with anyone in Bad Omens please 🙏 I love your writing so much!
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Sorry this took me forever!!! Tbh I STRUGGLED! Lmaooo couldn’t decide if I wanted to get sad with it or fluffy. I decided fluffy because thinking about sad stuff was depressing….😵‍💫❤️
Prompt was Leaning onto each other, just being close, was enough and I did Nicholas x Reader
Anywhooooo! Hope you like it!!
Requests are open :)
I was all set to leave and join Nicholas on tour. I fit more clothes than physically possible in my bag and then the next day I woke up with a 103 fever and the worst body aches I’ve ever had.
I took a Covid test and when it came out positive I called Nicholas right away and it was probably a mistake because as soon as I heard his “hey baby, I’m so excited to see you tomorrow night. All packed up?” I busted out crying. “Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice was rushed and panicked.
“I’m sick!” I broke out in between quiet sobs, “I have Covid.” The both of us were devastated about not getting to see each other.
My life as a private chef takes me all over the place so we haven’t seen each other in over a month and a half because of our conflicting schedules. We talk on the phone and facetime, but it’s not the same and I miss being with him. Being immuno compromised I was sick for a long time, almost three and a half weeks with a nasty cough and body aches that made it difficult to get out of bed some days. By the time I finally recovered they only had two weeks of the tour left.
By some miracle the retreat I was supposed to cater was rescheduled at the last minute so I went straight into planning mode and repacked my bag to prepare for my surprise. I told Matt and the other guys about it so they all knew to expect me and knew not to say anything to Nicholas. I was hoping I’d be able to be awake when I saw him after all this time but after several flight delays I’m a day later than expected and haven’t slept in over 24 hours so when my head hits the pillow in his bunk and I’m surrounded by his familiar scent I am immediately out.
I don’t know how much later it is but I’m lightly awoken when I hear clanking and shuffling outside of the bus followed by the door opening and feet filling inside. “I’m exhausted dude, I’m just going to climb in my bunk and try to call y/n” I can hear my boyfriend’s muffled voice. “Why is my curtain closed? I definitely left it open” I hear him again before he pulls it back and he startles me at first with his initial reaction. “What the fuck?!” He yelps and I jump, my head flies up and hits the roof of his bunk “ow!” I cry out and he must immediately recognize that it’s me. “Baby!” He says and climbs in the bunk and tackles me back into the covers. “Oh my god, baby. You’re here.” He mumbles into my neck. I can hear him take a long breath, “god I missed how good you smell, these guys smell like ass.” I chuckle and hear Folio say “hey!” From his bunk on the other side of the bus.
Nicholas moves to quickly pull the curtain back to closed. “I thought you weren’t able to come” he continues to mumble his words into my neck, unwilling to let me go. I smooth my hand down his head and play with his hair. “The retreat was rescheduled so I got a last minute flight to see you” I say and he finally looks up and I see his eyes are glossy. “I missed you so much baby” he says and leans up to me to kiss me and it’s perfect. I feel everything that we want to say, all of the “ I love yous” and the “I miss yous” all reflected in the kiss. When we finally part he rests his forehead against mine and we just lay in comfortable silence. “How was the show? I’m sorry I missed it, I’m exhausted. Fighting to stay awake right now actually” I laugh out honestly. Smiling, he shifts us into a more comfortable position with me resting my head on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. “The show was great, but I think this is the highlight of my night. I’m so happy you’re here.” I rest my hand on his chest and feel the steady beat of his heart, “I’m happy I’m here too Nicholas” I say and as much as my body craves to be closer in every way leaning onto each other, just being close was enough.
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feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!    
“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
“SWEET JESUS!”
“If I want your praise, I will ask for it.”
“YOU POISONOUS BITCH—”
“You are threatened by me.”
“Y’know what, I feel sorry for you, because y’know what you’re gonna have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one.”
“We are happy… So happy.”
“[Name] and I are just two people who weren’t supposed to fall in love, but did.”
“Why aren’t you taking notes?”
“Okay, I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, but I’ll do it.”
“People need to think that we’re in love.”
“I can pretend to be the doting fiance, that’s easy.”
“We just got here. Can we wait two seconds before we throw the kitchen sink at each other?”
“[Name] and I are getting married.”
“How a man proposes says a lot about his character.”
“This woman’s about as subtle as a gun.”
“I call it the baby maker.”
“Those are the pajamas you decided to bring to [location]?”
“If you touch my ass one more time I will cut your balls off in your sleep, okay?”
“It was a little bit of a shock to find out that you’re getting married…”
“I owe you an apology.”
“I feel sorry for you, [Name].”
“If that’s what makes you happy, [Name], I got nothing to say.”
“Y’know what, apology not accepted.”
“[Name] can be a bit overwhelming at times.”
“What did you do?”
“Haven’t slept with a man in over a year and a half…”
“I went into the bathroom and cried after [Name] called me a poisonous bitch.”
“You really haven’t slept with anyone in eighteen months?”
“Out of all of that, that’s all you got?”
“You are a very, very beautiful woman.”
“Are you wearing makeup?”
“I’ve had [number] birthdays, I don’t need another one.”
“They’re not gonna find out, it’s okay.”
“It’s not like we’re gonna be married forever- We’ll be happily divorced before you know it.”
“Mind telling me what the hell’s wrong?”
“I just needed to get away from everybody.”
“Would you mind telling me what’s happening now?”
“I forgot what it was like to have a family.”
“I’ve been on my own since i was [age], and i forgot what it felt like to have people love you.”
“I’m… I’m just screwing it up—”
“Your family loves you, you know that?”
“I don’t think that hijacking a [vehicle] is a proper way to express your frustration!”
“What the hell were you thinking? Could’ve gotten yourself killed—!”
“[Name] is never to hear about any of this.”
“You sure about this?”
“See you in the morning?”
“What’re you doing?”
“Turns out it’s not so easy to ruin someone’s life once you find out how wonderful they are.”
“This was my fault.”
“What were you thinking?”
“Let me get my head on straight, okay? I’ll explain everything later.”
“Well, that was, uh…crazy.”
“Are you okay?”
“She just makes me a little crazy.”
“So you’re just gonna let her go?”
“I think I’m having a heart attack.”
“You two need to stop fighting.”
“Well then, the spirits can take me.”
“Scared the hell outta me…”
“I have a little favor I need from you, buddy…”
“Sorry, man, there was nothing I could do…”
“I need to talk to you.”
“I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab or poisoned.”
“I told you to stop talking.”
“Things changed when we kissed.”
“I’d like to date you…”
“Trust me, you don’t really wanna be with me.”
“See, the thing is, there’s a reason why I’ve been alone all this time. I’m comfortable that way.”
“I think it would just be a lot easier if we forgot everything that happened and I just left.”
“I’m scared.”
“Aren’t you supposed to get down on your knee or something…?”
“I’m gonna take that as a ‘yes’.”
“He still hasn’t warmed up to her.”
“You can tell by the way she drinks a soda-pop that she’s a good dancer.”
“Could you do that again in English, please?”
“What’s her favorite color when she’s not at home?”
“What relevance does a ball in a net or a Fruit Roll-Up or a Pop-Tart have to do with my relationship with [Name]?
“Is this a game show? I don’t understand what…”
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dearest-painter · 1 year
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Yandere mom Julieta oneshot please? Only if you want to do it and are comfortable with it. I understand if you're not.
I got you! Also sorry for the long ass wait! And I went with fluff!
TW/CW:unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive relationship,abusive behavior,toxic behavior,Y/N uses they/them pronouns in this,Y/N is overwork,Y/N has a rat name Sebastian,Angst?,came out less Yandere,This is all for entertainment I do not support or condone this at all
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You were Julieta’s youngest child just a year younger then Mirable. Your power was to take fear,you took away the villages fears and worries. It exhausted you because their fears would keep you from falling asleep so you stayed up often making sure Sebastian your rat was safe. Everyone noticed as they’d see you stumble,trip,or fall asleep randomly but quickly wake up and they saw the eye bags under your eyes. Your mom Julieta was worried for you as you were youngest child and have a lot of responsibility while only being 14!
Everyone was out the house except you and Sebastian as you two were in your room reading a book. Julieta knocked on your door. “Ye-As?” You yawned mid word as you saw your mom walk in. “N/N? You okay?” She sat in the edge of your bed as your eyes were half open and Sebastian was nuzzled in your neck. “Mhm…” “you aren’t,you haven’t been sleeping dear” “I know but it’s so scary sleeping now because each time I close my eyes to sleep I see their fears and I’m worried if they’ll become real a-and-“ you started to cry as you were finally opening up.
Julieta hugged you letting you cry into her chest. Soon your eyes felt even heavier then usual. You snuggled into your mother to fall asleep which you did. She smiled as she felt your breathing get back to normal. She rubbed your back as Sebastian slept on your pillow. She’d harm all those people again if she needed to. She’d make sure that no one abuses your power or you as long as she’s alive. She’d make sure that you were safe with her as long as she lived.
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febuwhump day 18: can't stay awake
Fight the Future | no warnings apply | general audiences
It’s been days since I slept. The exhaustion, and the cold, and the background whistle of the wind across the icy plains outside, are starting to lull me to sleep, but I can’t. I can’t close my eyes, because if I do, I’m not sure if I’ll open them again.
Maybe I should; maybe it’s evitable that this is how it’ll all end, in the middle of nowhere, at the end of the world, freezing my ass of in a snowcat that’s out of gas. There’s no hope of rescue – the only response to my radio call was static. If I was alone, I think I would’ve given up, probably before even reaching here. I’d still be out on the ice, letting the snow cover me, too tired to move.
But I’m not alone. That’s why I’m at the end of the world in the first place, how I managed to summon the energy to get back to the relative shelter of the snowcat, why I can’t allow myself to go to sleep just yet.
A nudge of an elbow into my side. “M’lder.”
I try to ignore how her speech is starting to slur, try to forget that slurred speech is a sure sign of hypothermia. When I reply, my words are just as messy as hers, slipping out of half-frozen lips. “Still here.”
I think she laughs a little. Thank god for that – that I can still make her laugh, even here. Even now.
“Where are we?”
My heart stops for a moment. Confusion and memory loss, further signs that something’s wrong. But when I look down at her, tucked against my side, she’s looking right back with clear, bright eyes, and I realise what she means. ‘Where’ as in the wider sense – I haven’t had chance to tell her.
“Antarctica.”
She laughs again. Her breath clouds the air between us.
“You came… to Antarctica. To save me.” It’s not a question.
“Had to. No one around to tell me I was being st-stupid.”
She nods against my shoulder, bumping her nose against the sleeve of my jacket. Underneath our cocoon of blankets, trembling fingers wrap around mine. I barely feel the contact, but I’m glad for it all the same. It’s not lost on me that not an hour ago, she was frozen in ice on the brink of death, and now she’s the one comforting me. She’s too good at this – looking after me when she’s the one in pain. I know I don’t deserve Dana Scully. I certainly don’t deserve to die next to her. But I’m glad that if I have to go, I get to go like this.  
And then, just when I think it can’t get any more painful to lose her, she speaks.
“Seen any penguins?”
It’s my turn to laugh, now, and it burns my lungs. “N-no. But it’s polar bears in the Antarctic.”
“Nuh-uh. Penguins.”
“Oh yeah?”
Her thumb traces the back of my hand. “Yeah. We didn’t see any when… when we were in Alaska. So they’re at th’ south pole.”
It takes me a moment to understand what she’s talking about. “We were in Alaska for ice worms, Sc’lly.”
“You were there f’ ice worms. I wanted to see penguins.”
“Scully.” My head slides to rest on top of hers.
“Penguins, r’ cute, M’lder.”
“Scully.”
“Mm.”
The words sound weak from my lips. “I love you.”
She breathes, turns her head so her nose bumps against me again. “L’ve you.”
It’s permission, I think. Permission to close my eyes, to let go now. There’s only one thing I needed to say, and I’ve said it.
“Sorry,” I whisper. “Tired.”
“Me too.” Her weight is heavy against my side. “Sleep.”
I close my eyes. We sleep.
@today-in-fic
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The Triangle of Choice - Chapter 3
I still have no idea where I’m going with this series, but I do know that most of my friends are rooting for Tobias. My Ethan heart is rooting for him, but… I don’t know if he’s gonna be worthy for getting Casey back 😩 Thank you @alj4890 for always being a listening ear and a reading eye 😂❤️
Warnings: mention of sex nothing in detail
Tags: @cariantha @jerzwriter @tessa-liam @youlookappropriate @alj4890 @coffeeheartaddict2 @kyra75
The morning after Tobias and Casey shared a bed together, he tried to keep her tangled in his sheets but she had an early shift. He mumbled something in his half-asleep coherence about wanting that ass in his bed all day. She just rolled her eyes after she got dressed and proceeded to tuck the blankets back around him before she left.
The walk from his apartment was shorter to the T than from her and her roommate’s apartment but it still gave her plenty of time to think. She’s become close to Tobias and they get along well enough, but does he challenge her in ways she needed?
Ethan challenges her in everything. But Casey enjoys it. It always pushes her to be better, he pushes her to be better. On the other hand, he can’t figure out his life and decide he wants her. Actually, he can’t decide he really needs her. She knows he wants her, physically and emotionally, but he won’t man up and admit he needs her. All the back and forth tug of war between them was starting to get old. After he left for the Amazon and didn’t leave a note or even get in touch with her during his trip, it just hurt her in a way that nothing could make her feel better.
Until Tobias came in.
He has been a rock she didn’t really realize she needed until they grew closer and closer. Now that they’ve stepped past the “just friends” line, has anything changed?
Have her feelings towards either man changed?
She groans when she boards the train, finding an empty seat and sinking into it with a deep sigh. The trip is as typical: boring. The only thing keeping her awake is the dull ache between her legs that reminds her of last night. Dropping her head into her hands, another quiet groan escapes her as she battles internally with what happened last night.
Before too long, the red head is striding the halls of Edenbrook, donning her white coat and making her way to retrieve her charts for the day. So far, she’s not seen her friends. A frown tugs at her lips, her heart clenching as she thinks of all the things she needs advice on from Sienna. As she reaches the nurse’s desk, her focus turns to her patients.
Until she hears that familiar sharp tongue just down the hall from her.
Allowing herself to look, she sees Ethan speaking with a silent intern. His eyes are cast down and his finger taps a quick rhythm on a chart as he listens to Ethan scold him for something. It didn’t take long for the young doctor to scurry away and soon blue eyes met hers. Something in his face changes, a subtle softening that she hasn’t seen for a long time. Before she could even reason, her feet began carrying her towards him.
His six foot something tall frame stands out among the hallway and his icy, blue gaze keeps her heart racing. She didn’t even know why she wanted to go to him.
“Casey,” he releases a breath as she reaches him, his hand subtly touching hers. “I’m sorry.”
She thinks back to their last meeting. The last apology and how she threw Tobias in his face. Yesterday. Then what happened last night. Guilt churns in her stomach at the thought. Even though she and Ethan haven’t been together for quite awhile, she still felt dirty talking with him after she just slept with the man who stole a girl from him in college.
“What for this time?” Attempting to keep the guilt off her face, she looks down, her heart clenching as she thinks of what predicament she’s put herself in.
A set of footsteps hurry past and Ethan lowers his voice, stepping into her space. “Everything.”
Casey’s gaze snaps to his and she sees the genuine regret settle on his face. “For pushing you away, for not reaching out and checking on you, for snapping yesterday.”
His eyes soften again and he raises his hand, cupping her cheek gently, “I am terribly sorry.”
He is openly touching her, in an intimate way, and not worried about anyone seeing.
Feeling tears welling up and her hands shaking, she steps back. “Ethan—I,” her voice cracks before she shuffles back and turns down the hall.
Ignoring everyone around her, she hurries down the hallway and steps into the first supply closet she could find. She slides down the wall behind some boxes, dropping her head as tears rush down her cheeks.
It feels as though her heart is being torn in two separate directions and quite literally, it is.
Tobias is kind, funny, and actually shows how much he wants Casey. Ethan on the other hand, is closed off, harsh, and cannot keep himself from pushing her away.
The smart option is to fall for the man who will wear his heart on his sleeve for her. Who will say, “I need you”. Will Ethan ever do that?
Before she can continue wallowing, the door opens and a bright light shines in, reflecting off the tears in her eyes. All Casey can see is the blurry outline of a tall man who drops to his knees in front of her. His strong hands grip her shoulders and bring her into a warm embrace. It’s only when she catches the mix of cedar, sandalwood, and the hint of bergamot that she knows who it is.
Ethan.
This is why she couldn’t choose between the two. This exact reason is why he means so much to her. He knew exactly how to comfort her and when he wanted to, he could be the sweetest man to her.
After a few more minutes of her sobbing and Ethan rubbing her back as they both sit on the floor, she finally starts sniffing and wiping at her cheeks. Her reddened eyes look up to him, meeting his remorseful gaze.
“Why do you do this to me?” The hoarse voice urges him to tense.
The desperation in her tone, the brokenness in her eyes, and the frown gracing those beautiful peach lips. It all tugs at his heart, causing it to clench.
He brushes her hair out of her face, “I’m an asshole.”
The bluntness in his tone causes her to laugh and wipe her eyes more, smearing mascara across her freckled cheeks. “You know I know that.”
Smirking, he wipes the makeup off her cheek and readjusts them on the floor. His back presses against the wall and he pulls her back into his chest so she’s sitting between his knees. Ethan’s arms tighten around her waist and he sets his chin on her shoulder, leaning his head against hers.
“I suppose despite my intelligence, I am an idiot and a fool when it comes to you and my feelings for you.”
She can feel his breath push against her hair and the movement urges goosebumps to raise on her neck. Closing her eyes, her bottom lip begins to tremble again. This is what she waited for so long from him. His admission, his voice dripping with guilt from playing with her heart.
But she’d dealt with this too much. Believing his words has led to constant heartache so how can he just expect her to drop her walls and fall right back into his arms.
“Ethan,” her eyes open as her voice cracks, “I don’t know if I can.”
“Can?”
Casey can practically hear his eyebrow raise.
“Keep doing this with you.” As a few moments pass in silence, she hurries to explain. “I fell for you so hard Ethan, but it didn’t matter. You left me behind over and over again. You would let me in and I’d feel like I finally got you, I’d feel safe, then you’d shut me out and disappear. I can’t go through it again.”
His tense muscles accompany his jaw clenching as the truth hits him like a ton of bricks. “Then allow me to prove it to you.”
“I just said—“
“I know what you said, I don’t mean for you to let me in. Just…” Ethan pauses, his chest barely raising with each soft breath. “Allow me to pursue you. I will try to be the man you have wanted all this time and if I still do not prove to you how much I need you, you do not need to give me any charity. I don’t deserve your kindness after the way I have treated you.”
Silence stretches between them as she contemplates his offer, their quiet breathing the only noises within the small space. Casey keeps her eyes straight ahead, her heart thumping fast inside her chest. She shouldn’t even give him another chance, she told herself she wouldn’t, but no matter what logical reason she has behind the choice, her heart always gives in to him.
“Ok.”
Her quiet response is nearly missed by him, but he simply squeezes his arms around her tightly for a moment before she starts to get up. Turning to face him with a defiant gaze, her shoulders raise and her lips tighten into a straight line.
“It starts now. If you go ahead and ignore me in the future, I’m done. There will be no second chance again.”
The finality in her voice urges him to stand quickly and nod, straightening his tie and coat. “Understood.”
Ethan watches and she walks out, not giving him anymore attention. When the door closes and he’s left in the dark, his mind races with ideas on how to woo the woman he’s about to lose.
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iguana-braces · 2 years
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Ring My Bell (Hangman x Reader)
Original prompt - Masterlist 
Description: Man, I don’t even know how to describe this, it’s friends with benefits PWP, check the warnings 
Warnings: Oral sex, masturbation, prostate stimulation, butt slut Jake Seresin, the slightest bit of breathplay, proper prep is important, consent is key
Word Count: 1.9k 
Note: Separated this from the GIF “Take off your jacket and pants” prompt because I couldn’t make all the prompts work together. Title is from that 80′s song that I heard in a club bathroom recently.
Sorry if this is all over the place, I really wanted to get some of these smuts finished and off-loaded because they’re destroying my mind. 
MINORS DNI, 18+
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- Have you ever had a prostate orgasm? 
You watched the little speech bubble indicating Jake was typing appear, then disappear, then appear again, then disappear again. There wasn’t really a good way to broach the topic. It was practically tradition that every time Jake came back from deployment, you two would hook up. And sometimes, yeah, you planned out new things to do or try ahead of time. The sexy firefighter costume was… an experience, to say the least. But for most guys like Jake, having someone knocking at their backdoor wasn’t high on their list of fantasies. Six minutes passed before he actually sent his reply. 
- Can't say I have…
Alright, that wasn't a hard no.
- Would you ever want to have one?
- Sure, at some point before I die. Why?
- Idk, just something to try next time.
Again, he started and stopped typing over and over, until finally, the speech bubble disappeared. You waited a few minutes before accepting that he wasn't going to reply. He was on duty, so most likely, something more important needed his attention. Turning your phone off, you got up to get ready for bed, leaving your phone on the nightstand. When you came back, you saw a new message from Jake. 
- You ever done that before? 
- Yeah.
- Really?
Why did he sound so surprised? You’ve both been around the block a few times, that was what made being together fun and more preferable to sleeping with random strangers. You both brought experience to the table and there was definitely a mutual interest in experimentation. 
- Yeah, haven't gotten a bad review yet. But you gotta, ya know… clean up a little first.
The last thing he sent was a little thumbs-up emoji and that was the end of that conversation. 
“So, that thing you mentioned before…” Jake started, the second the two of you walked into your apartment. He'd just gotten leave the day before, showing up on your doorstep without warning like some kind of inconvenient homing pigeon. Thankfully you had the day off, and thankfully he wasn't fazed by your ratty sweatpants and half-assed hairstyle as you bustled around the kitchen, still in the middle of making breakfast. 
“What thing?”
“The–” He mimed a crude action. “Butt stuff.”
“Prostate orgasm? Jesus, you and your fragile masculinity,” you scoffed, pushing him out of the way of the fridge. As childish as he was, that did feel like such a ‘clinical’ term. And definitely not one for the breakfast table.  
“I’m very secure in my masculinity, thank you,” Jake assured. 
“Sure. Anyway, what of it?”
He folded his arms, shrugging at you from your dining table. Who gave him the right to have biceps like that? “Were you serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know. It’s just… That’s not really something people offer up out of nowhere."
You sighed. "Look, Jake, how many people have you slept with?" 
“In my entire life?” He stared up at the ceiling, pondering the question for a little too long, before settling on, "Double digits."
"Exactly. I gotta make myself stand out somehow.”
“I think you've made your mark already," he stated with a smile. Your cheeks felt hot at that, apart from the fact that you were standing in front of a sizzling skillet of eggs. "But it's good to know I didn’t give myself an enema for nothing.”
And the cute moment was gone. "That’s lovely, Jake.”
“See, it’s weird to talk about, isn’t it?" he insisted. "I can go into detail if you want.”
“Please don’t, I’m trying to eat here.”
-
Once you’d fully woken up, you herded Jake into the bedroom, following from the bathroom with a latex glove and lube. 
“Jesus,” Jake said, grimacing from where he was sprawled on your bed. “You want me to bend over and cough?”
“It’s a personal preference, relax.”
“I am relaxed,” he insisted, then loudly and stated, “I fully and enthusiastically consent to your anal probing. I'm not under duress nor am I being coerced or misled."
Then, he leaned towards you, lowering his voice into a husky tone and cooing, "I want you inside me, baby.”
Part of you wanted to laugh at that last sentence, part of you wanted to melt straight into the floor, your blood on fire from the devilish grin he gave you. 
“And you can change your mind at any time,” you reminded. 
“Yeah, got it.”
"Alright, then shut up and take your pants off."
“Can do, Doc.”
Once Jake had fully stripped and gotten comfortable in the middle of your bed, you crawled up beside him, kissing him and then trailing your lips down his neck, letting your teeth gently nip at his soft skin. Your hands roamed over his chest, your nails raking through the hair there, tracing the muscles of his abdomen that tensed under your touch. As you sucked at one spot on his collarbone, he shifted underneath you, almost sighing. He was still holding back, like he wasn't used to this kind of focused attention. Admittedly, your previous encounters hadn't exactly been about taking your time, instead tending to be hard, fast, and loud, overwhelming in every sense. But no, you wanted this time to be about him. You continued kissing down his stomach until you were sitting between his legs, lapping at his stiffening cock. A familiar activity,  but that wasn't your target for the day. 
Applying a generous amount of lube to your gloved middle finger, you gently rimmed it around his asshole. He let out a Hmph sound, settling into the bed. 
"You don't have to be so gentle with me," Jake urged, looking down at you from the head of the bed, one arm folded behind his head. "I don’t break easily." 
"Just wanna make sure you're comfortable." 
"I'll tell you when I'm not. Go on, honey, I'm ready." 
Slowly, you pressed your finger into him, up to the first knuckle. Besides a sharp inhale at the initial intrusion, his breath remained steady, his eyelids fluttering shut. Without any protestations, you started working your finger in deeper, up to the second knuckle. 
"O-Okay, woah woah woah," he hissed. 
"You good?" 
"Just… hold it there. Gimme a second." You left your finger where it was, gently rubbing his thigh with your free hand until his breathing evened out again. He was tight, like a rubber band wrapped around you, hot inside. It was always nice to be on the giving end of something like this for once, rather than always being the receiver. "Okay, keep going."  
Resuming your movements inside him, you kissed along his thighs, cupping his balls, asking, “How’s that?”
“ ‘s good, baby.”
After a while, you started to twist your finger, fully inserting it and curling in towards your target, that smooth bump within him. Right away, Jake's breathing deepened with a quiet moan, his head falling back against the pillows. One of his hands, slick with spit, reached down to grab his dick, slowly tugging himself back to an erection. It was hot to watch, seeing that he was enjoying it and feeling him clench around your finger. And who said he got to have all the fun? You mirrored him, touching yourself with your free hand, while fucking him harder with your finger. 
"You getting off on this?" Jake asked after you let a few of your own moans slip out. 
"Mhm."
"Mm, shit," he hissed again, shifting his hips under you. "Holy shit." 
"Keep going or stop?" 
"Don't stop. I can take another finger." He was trying to maintain his usual air of detached cockiness, but the pleading edge in his voice was bleeding through profusely. 
"Yeah?" 
"Mhm."
Adding lube to your ring finger, you slowly slipped that one in too, pausing for him to adjust to the stretch before continuing your movements. Jake was flushing red down to his chest, the hand on his cock pumping faster. There was no holding back now, Jake's vocalizations ringing off the walls of the room more loudly than your own. 
"Blow me, please," Jake sighed, breathless. His eyes were half-lidded and the head of his cock was as flushed as the rest of him, red and desperately leaking precome. Both of his hands moved to the back of your head as you took him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing over the tip. You let your free hand work over the rest of the length, delaying your satisfaction in favor of his. "Ohh, fuck, baby." 
 Jake squirmed under your touch, planting his feet on the bed and rolling his hips, fucking your mouth and fucking himself on your fingers in the same movement. He was moaning uncontrollably now in a mix of grunts and whimpers you’d never heard before, his thighs squeezing against your sides as his entire body tensed. You forced your fingers to move faster inside him, scissoring them against that sensitive spot. 
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he finally gasped. "Down your throat. Please." 
You knew that statement was meant to be a question, but you commended him for being able to speak at all. Consenting to his request, you suppressed your gag reflex, taking him fully as the head of his dick rut against the back of your mouth. 
A few shaking thrusts later, his cock pulsed against your tongue, hot liquid filling your throat and you forced yourself to swallow awkwardly, gagging around his dick. But those obscene noises just made his grip on your hair tighten, nails scratching against your scalp. 
"Choke on it, baby," Jake grunted, growling groans rumbling up from deep within his chest. You were already obliging, a mix of saliva and come leaking from your mouth, tears stinging your eyes as you started to gasp for air. It was a little bit much, but fuck, seeing him loose control like that was well worth the trouble. As soon as his grip loosened, you pulled back to catch your breath, holding his slick length as it continued to throb, still leaking come down the shaft, Jake's body still bearing down on your fingers. 
You lapped at his cock again, cleaning up his mess, eliciting further whines from him. 
“Have fun?” you asked. Jake didn't respond, still slowly palming himself, his eyelids screwed shut. “You need a second?”
“Uh-huh.”
When you removed your fingers, Jake groaned again at the loss of contact and you almost felt bad, wanting to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible. But you figured enough was enough for now, especially since this was his first time, and headed to the bathroom. 
Jake looked like he was asleep by the time you came back, still sprawled on the bed where you left him. As you straddled him, laying down on top of his still heaving chest, his eyes opened and found yours. 
“So how’d I do?” you asked, grinning at the obvious answer. 
But Jake merely shrugged. “That was pretty good, I guess.”
“Just pretty good?”
“Yeah, nothing to write home about.” But the way he was smirking, and blushing, said otherwise. Brushing his fingers over your cheek, he asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah. Might have a sore throat for a while, but…”
“Sorry.”
“Eh, worth it to find out how much of a butt slut you are.”
The man under you looked away, scoffing, yet blushing even further. "I'm not a butt slut." 
"Oh, you definitely are. You were begging me and whimpering, you were a fucking mess."
When he finally turned back to you, he smiled, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I guess I was just in really good hands." 
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