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Screaming 'I Love You' At the Top of My Lungs - Luke Hughes

Summary: Olivia (Oli) Jones grows up with Luke Hughes.

content: angst, fluff, kissing, make out session, mentions of sex but no smut, relationships, growing up, puberty, underage drinking

wc: 8.2k

notes: this one has been chilling in a word doc for almost a year now, unfinished... so here we are! enjoy!!

p.s.: part 6 of done trying is in the works for all the fans out there ;)

Emily Jones had been thrilled when the lake house next to theirs had been purchased by a family. It finally meant that her daughter, Olivia, would have someone her age to spend time with over the summer. She was even more thrilled when she and her husband became friends with the parents, Ellen and Jim. This newly formed friendship quickly created a tradition of spending every summer together, growing up together, and forming a bond that would last a lifetime.

The sun was high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the lake as Luke and Olivia splashed at the edge of the dock. At ten years old, they were inseperable, spending their days swimming, racing, and inventing games that only made sense to them. Today's grand plan was to catch the biggest fish in the lake- a challenge they'd taken seriously for maybe ten minutes.

Jack and Quinn were further down the dockl, attempting to escape the craziness of their younger brother and his best friend. They had their own fishing lines in the water, but their focus was more on the competition than the younger two.

"Luke, you're scaring all the fish away!" Jack complained, glancing over his shoulder as Luke and Olivia chased each other, laughing loudly.

Quinn nodded in agreement, annoyance clear on his face. "Yeah, why don't you go play somewhere else? We're actually trying to fish here."

Luke, undeterred by his brothers' grumbling, grinned at Olivia. "Ignore them. They're just mad 'cause we're going to catch the biggest fish.

Olivia giggled, "Let's show them how it's done, Lu!"

The two of them raced to the end of the dock, their feet dangling over the water, and cast their lines. Jack and Quinn exchanged an eye roll but couldn't help watching as the younger pair got to work.

Minutes ticked up in silence, and just as Jack thought that his peace had returned, Luke jumped up, almost falling into the water. "I got one!" he exclaimed.

Quinn groaned, watching his brother intently. "Here we go..."

Olivia jumped up, her enthusiasm only adding to the noise. "You got it, Luke! Woooo! Go Lu!"

Luke finally pulled it up-- a small, wriggling fish that flopped wildly at the end of his line. He beamed with pride, holding it up for everyone to see.

"See? Told you we'd catch one first!"

Jack and Quinn exchanged a look, half-amused, half-exasperated. "Congratulations," Jack said dryly. "Now can you please be quiet?"

Olivia stuck her tongue out at the older boys, unfazed by their lack of enthusiasm. "You're just jealous, Jacky."

"Whatever you say, Oli."

As the two little fishers planned their next big catch, the older boys sighed in unison, dreading the rest of the summer. But deep down, they these moments-- no matter how annoying-- would become part of the memories that formed their childhoods.

The Michigan sun was bright as ever, but the atmosphere around the house had shifted. At thirteen, Luke Hughes and Olivia Jones had begun to outgrow some of their childhood games, but their bond remained as strong as ever. This summer, though, things were a bit different. Jack had brought his friends, Trevor and Cole, to the lake house for the first time, and their presence quickly added a new dynamic to the house.

Luke watched with irritation as Olivia, his partner in crime, seemed unusually interested in the new arrivals. Especially Trevor. She'd giggle at all his jokes, blush when he looked her way, and do everything she could to be near him. It didn't make any sense to Luke.

It was early afternoon, and the group was gathered by the lake, lounging on the end of dock, soaking up the sun. Trevor was showing off, talking about a trick he could do while wakesurfing, while Olivia hung on his every word.

"Why are you so into him?" Luke asked, his voice laced with frustration. He had finally pulled Olivia away from Trevor, getting some time to sit alone with his best friend.

Oli blushed, brushing her hair behind her ear. "He's cool, Luke. Don't you think so?"

Luke frowned, chucking a stone into the water. "He's just a guy. I don't get what's so special about him."

She shrugged, her eyes drifting back to Trevor, who was now laughing with Jack and Cole. "You wouldn't understand."

Trevor caught her gaze and flashed her a smile, which only made Olivia's cheeks redden further. Luke rolled his eyes, feeling a strange, unwelcome pang in his chest. He was used to having Oli's full attention, and now she was distracted-- by some older guy who didn't even notice her in the way she wanted.

Jack, having noticed his little brother's sour mood, followed Luke into the kitchen.

"Hey, Moose, you jealous or something?"

Luke shot him a glare. "Of what? Trevor? No way."

Jack chuckled, ruffling Luke's hair. "Don't worry, Moosey. She'll get over it. Trev isn't interested."

Luke wanted to snap back, but he just crossed his arms over his chest, staring out the window at the lake. He couldn't quite put his feelings into words, but he knew one thing: he didn't like this change, not one bit.

Even as the group gathered around the firepit, Olivia sat closer to Trevor than to Luke. She always sat next to Luke! Luke watched from across the flames, feeling a simmering of annoyance. It wasn't like Olivia to act like this, and it bothered him way more than he wanted to admit.

Why did he feel like this?

Olivia had never been so excited for a trip to the lake house. She was 15 and finally had her driving permit. She was so eager to show off her new found freedom to her best friend. Her parents had given her permission to drive around the small neighbourhood that their lake house was located in. The moment she arrived, she practically dragged Luke to the driveway where her parents' car was parked, keys in hand, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Come on, Lu! Let's go for a drive," she urged, not giving him a chance to protest.

Luke hestitated for a second, glancing at the car. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" he teased, though he was already following her.

Olivia rolled her eyes, grinning brightly. "I've been practicing for months. Don't worry-- I've got this."

They climbed into the car, and Olivia adjusted the seat and mirrors with exaggerated care. Luke couldn't help but smirk at her seriousness, but he didn't say anything. As she started the engine and pulled out of the driveway, he felt both excitement and nervousness. This was new territory for both of them, and it felt oddly significant.

The road around the lake waws quiet, bordered by tall trees that cast shadows on the asphalt. Olivia kept both hands firmly on the wheel, her brow furrowed in concentration as she navigated the path. Luke found himself sneaking glances at her, noticing how grown up she looked while driving.

"You're really into this driving thing, huh?" he asked, keeping his tone light.

"Are you kidding? It's freedom, Lu! We can go anywhere, do anything... well, not really. But you get the idea," Oli replied, flashing him a grin before turning her eyes back to the street.

Luke nodded, though he wasn't really listening. He couldn't quite shake the feeling that this was more than just a drive. There was something about the way she looked at him, the way she drove with such confidence-- it all felt... different. And he wasn't sure he liked how it made him feel.

They approached a sharp curve in the road, Olivia bit her lip in concentration, turning the wheel with a bit too much speed. The car swerved, and for a split second, Luke's heart leaped into his throat. His hand shot out, gripping the edge of his seat as he tried to steady himself.

"Olivia-!"

"I've got it!" she said quickly, her voice a little higher than normal. She corrected the wheel, and the car straightened out, but they were both still a little shaken.

"Maybe I should slow down a bit," Olivia admitted, still laughing.''

"Maybe," Luke agreed, his heart thundering against his chest.

When they finally returned to the lake house, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the water. Olivia parked the car, turning to Luke with a satisfied grin. "Told you I could do it."

"Yeah, you did good," Luke said.

Later that night, as he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, Luke found himself replaying the day over and over in his mind. Olivia's laughter, her excitement-- it was all stuck in his head, and for the first time, he couldn't just brush it off.

What was happening to him? Why did he feel this way?

The summer felt different now, and Luke wasn't sure he was ready for it.

The following day, Luke and Olivia found themselves alone at the lake houses, the others having gone into town to grocery shop. It wasn't unusual for them to spend time together, just the two of them (obviously), but today it felt different-- charged with an unspoken tension neither could quite name.

"Want to go down to the dock?" Oli suggested, trying to keep things normal, though she could feel the shift in the air.

"Sure," Luke agreed, grabbing a couple of towels and a cooler of drinks as they headed outside.

They settled onto the dock, dangling their feet in the water. The familiar sounds of the lake-- water lapping at the shore, birds calling from the tall trees-- usually felt comforting, but today, Luke couldn't shake the nervous energy buzzing inside him.

They sat in companionable silence for a while, sipping on cold sodas and watching the water hit against the dock. But it wasn't long before Olivia broke it.

"Luke," she began hesitantly, her voice softer than normal, "d'you ever think about... growing up? Like, how things are changing?"

Luke turned to her, surprised by her question. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, fidgeting with the hem of her shorts. "It's just... we're not kids anymore. Y'know? It feels like everything is different, even though we're still here, doing the same things."

He swallowed, suddenly aware of the way her shoulder brushed against his, how close they were sitting. "Yeah, I guess I've been thinking about that too," he admitted.

Olivia turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "D'you think... we'll always be like this? Best friends, I mean. Or do you think we'll grow apart?"

His heart skipped a beat at the thought. The idea of losing what they had-- whatever it was-- was somethinghe couldn't bear. "We won't grow apart," he said firmly, though the words felt heavy on his tongue. "We'll always be best friends, no matter what."

"Promise?"

"Promise," Luke replied, though he wasn't sure if he was trying to convince himself or her.

The sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the water, and Olivia leaned her head on Luke's shoulder, a gesture that had once felt so natural now made his heart race.

"You're my best friend, Lu," she murmured.

Luke hestitated, then put his arm around her, pulling her closer. "You're mine too, Oli," he said, though the words felt like they were only scratching the surface of what he wanted to say.

As the sun set and the sky turned from pink to a deep blue, Luke couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. He had always thought their friendship would last forever, unchanged, but now he wasn't so sure.

But as they sat there, wrapped together, he couldn't imagine being anyone else.

At 18, Luke and Olivia had slipped back into the easy rhythm of their friendship, though there were moments when things felt different-- charged in a way they hadn't been before. But for the most part, they had grown out of the awkward phase that had defined their relationship two years ago.

This summer, however, one major thing had changed. Olivia and Trevor's feelings for each other, once unrequited, were now undeniably mutual. And it drove Luke insane.

He hated the way that Trevor looked at her-- like she was the only person in the room. And worse, he hated the way Olivia looked back at Trevor, as if she were lost in his gaze. It was if they were silently communicating, undressing each other with their eyes, and it made Luke's stomach churn every time he saw it.

One evening, after a long day on the water, the group gathered in the house for a lowkey night. The parents had gone out for dinner, leaving the boys to their own devices. And Olivia was spending the night watching a movie with her parents. The boys sprawled out in the living room, beers in hand, the sound of crickets filling the quiet spaces between their conversations.

Trevor leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "You know," he began, his voice taking on a tone that immediately put Luke on edge, "Oli's really something else this summer."

Luke's grip on his beer tightened as he shot Trevor a glance. "What do you mean by that?"

Trevor shrugged, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I mean, she's grown up a lot, hasn't she? Not just in looks, but the way she carries herself. Confident. Sexy."

Luke felt anger rise in his chest. He forced himself to stay calm, but his jaw clenched as he watched Trevor. "She's always been confident," Luke said, his voice steady but edged with warning.

"Yeah, but there's something different about her now," Trevor continued, oblivious to-- or ignoring-- the tension in Luke's voice. "She knows exactly how to get a guy's attention. And trust me, she's got mine."

Luke couldn't take it anymore. "Dude, you need to chill," he snapped, his eyes narrowing at Trevor. "She's not just some girl you can talk about like that. She's my best friend."

Trevor raised an eyebrow, surprised by Luke's reaction. "Relax, Hughes. I'm just saying what everyone's thinking. It's not like I don't care about her."

"That's exactly why you should be more careful with what you say," Luke shot back, his voice lower but still laced with anger. "She deserves more respect than that."

The room went quiet, the tension hanging heavy in the air. Jack and Cole exchanged glances but stayed out of it, sensing this was something Luke needed to handle on his own.

Trevor finally shrugged, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I didn't mean any harm. I care about her too, y'know."

Luke didn't respond, just stared at Trevor until the other boy looked away, focusing on his drink instead. The conversation moved on, but the uneasy feeling in Luke's chest didn't go away.

As Luke lay in bed later that night, he couldn't stop thinking about the way Trevor had talked about Olivia. He knew his reaction had been intense, but he felt like he couldn't help it. Seeing his best friend with someone else, especially someone who looked at her the way Trevor did, made him want to snap.

He didn't know what it all meant, but one thing was clear: this summer was going to be a lot harder than he'd expected.

The house boomed with the bass of music. With their parents away for the weekend, the boys and Olivia had seized the opportunity to throw a party, and the place was packed with people. Outside, the chaos of beer pong and rowdy games filled the air, while inside, the living room had become a makeshift dance floor.

Luke navigated through the crowd, making his way to the kitchen for a refill. He was in no mood to party- and pretty much wanted to be anywhere else. He slowed when he heard two familiar voices-- Trevor and Olivia. They were standing near the counter, the tension between them palpable. Luke hovered just out of sight, listening closely.

"I can't believe our parents trust us enough to leave us alone for the weekend," Olivia said, her voice carrying a playful tone.

Trevor's laugh was easy, casual. "Yeah, well, they figure we're old enough to handle it. Plus, we've done this before at the Hughes' house, no big deal."

Olivia's soft chuckle followed, and Luke could hear the flirtation in her voice, which made his stomach turn. "You make it sound so harmless, but I know you guys. You're trouble."

"We're not that bad," Trevor replied, his voice dropping a notch, laced with a charm that grated on Luke's nerves. "And besides, trouble's more fun."

There was a brief pause, the kind that made the air feel thick with anticipation. Luke's heart thudded painfully in his chest as he watched Olivia take a step closer to Trevor, her hand reaching out to touch his arm lightly.

"You think you're fun, huh?" her tone was teasing, but there was something more there-- something that made Luke's skin prickle with unease.

Trevor leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why don't you find out?"

For a moment, Luke thought he might be able to stop what was happening, might be able to step in and pull her away-- pull them apart. But he was frozen, every muscle tense as he watched Olivia smile at Trevor, a soft, almost nervous smile that Luke had seen a thousand times before. But this time, it wasn't meant for him.

"I think I might just do that," she whispered, her voice so quiet that Luke almost didn't hear it. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she closed the remaining distance between them. Her lips brushing Trevor's in a kiss that was tentative at first, like she was testing the waters.

Trevor responded immediately, pulling her closer, his hand sliding to the small of her back as he deepened the kiss. And that was when something inside Luke snapped.

It wasn't just a kiss. It was the way she melted into Trevor's arms, the way their bodies fit together like they belonged that way. It was the way Olivia's hands moved up to cup Trevor's face, like she'd wanted to do it for a long time. It was the way Trevor's fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss even further.

Luke's heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst. His vision tunneled, and all he could see was them--Olivia and Trevor-- lost in each other. The rest of the world fell away, the noise of the party fading into the background until all that remained was the two of them, completely oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.

Oli made a soft, contented sound against Trevor's lips, a sound that Luke had never heard her make before. It was intimate, private, and it twisted something deep inside him. He wanted to look away, to give them privacy, but he couldn't. Is feet were glued to the floor, forced to witness something he wasn't meant to see.

Trevor pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her, his hands now resting on her waist. He smiled, and the tenderness of it made Luke's blood boil. "Maybe we should take this somewhere a little less... public," Trevor suggested, his voice husky.

Oli nodded, her eyes still locked on his. "Yeah... let's go upstairs."

The words hit Luke like a punch to the gut, but he still couldn't move, couldn't tear his eyes off them as Trevor took her hand and led her out of the kitchen. Luke's fists clenched at his sides as he watched them head towards the stairs, Olivia glancing back only once before she disappeared from view.

For a long moment, he just stood there, the scene replaying in his mind, the bitter taste of jealousy and anger rising in his throat. He wanted to puke and scream. He wanted to punch something.

He turned and left the hall, weaving through the party, his face masking the storm raging in his mind. The noise of the party, the laughter, and the shouts seemed to mock him as he walked outside. Ignoring the concerned looks from his brothers and Cole, he grabbed a beer and chugged it. All he could think about was Olivia and Trevor, and how they'd left together, their intentions clear. And how he couldn't do anything about it.

The party continued in full swing, with music still blaring and people scattered across the backyard, laughing, drinking, and playing games. Luke sat in a lawn chair near the edge of the group, nursing a drink and pretending to be engaged in the conversation happening around him. But his mind was elsewhere, replaying what he had just witnessed in the kitchen over and over again.

He kept his eyes on the entrance to the house, unable to stop himself from waiting--watching-- for Olivia to return. When she finally did, it was like another punch in the gut. She stepped out onto the back porch, her hair slightly touseled, her shirt askew, and her cheeks flushed. She looked around, her eyes scanning the crowd as if she was looking for something-- or someone.

Luke quickly looked away, trying to focus on anything else. He didn't want to see the confusion in her eyes when she noticed that he was ignoring her, but he knew it was inevitable. He braced himself for it, forcing himself to keep his expression neutral as she finally spotted him.

Her face lit up in recognition, and she started towards him, but her steps faltered when she noticed his lack of reaction. She paused, frowning slightly as she tried to catch his eye, but Luke didn't give her the satisfaction. He kept his gaze fixed on the group in front of him, even though he couldn't hear a word they were saying.

"Hey, Lu," she called out, her voice hopeful.

Luke barely glanced at her, giving her only a nod in acknowledgment before turning back to his drink. She hesitated, her brow furrowing in confusion. She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder, but he leaned away just enough to make it clear he wasn't interested in talking.

"Luke, what's going on?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice.

He shrugged, his tone detatched. "Nothing, just busy."

Olivia blinked, clearly thrown off by his cold response. She opened her mouth to say something else, but before she could, the back door swung open again, and Trevor emerged, a grin plastered on his face as he joined the group outside. He looked around, his eyes landing on Olivia, and without missing a beat, he made his way over to her.

"Hey, there you are," Trevor said, sliding up behind Olivia and wrapping his arms aorund her waist. He pulled her close, his chin resting on her shoulder as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

Her confusion melted away the instant she felt Trevor's touch. Her race softened, and she leaned back into him, a smile on her lips. For a moment, she seemed to forget all about Luke, her attention fully absorbed by the boy who now had his arms around her.

"Trevor," she said, her voice playful as she tilted her head to look up at him. "You disappeared on me."

Trevor chuckled, his hands resting comfortably on her hips. "Just had to check on a few things. But I'm back now, and I'm not going anywhere."

Olivia beamed at him, her earlier concerns about Luke seemingly forgotten. She reached up to brush a strand of hair out of her face, her fingers lingering on Trevor's arm as if she needed the contact to stay grounded. The tension in her posture was gone, replaced by a relaxed, almost blissful demeanor that made Luke's chest tighten all over again.

Her laugh rang out as Trevor whispered something in her ear, and Luke couldn't help but glance at them. They were completely wrapped in each other, oblivious to everything else. The way Trevor's hands rested possessively on her waist, the way Olivia leaned into his touch--it was like they had forgotten the whole world existed, including Luke.

Any trace of the confusion and worry Olivia had shown just moments before had vanished. It was if Luke's coldness didn't matter anymore, as if she didn't even notice. All she cared about was Trevor, and the realization hit Luke harder than he expected.

He took a long drink from his cup, letting the bitter taste wash away the knot in his throat. The party continued around him, but it all felt distant and unimportant, like white noise. He couldn't stop thinking about what he'd seen, what he'd felt--and how much it hurt to see her look at someone else like that.

But Luke wouldn't let it show, espeically in front of Olivia. He stayed silent, stewing in his own thoughts, while Olivia and Trevor remained lost in their own little world, leaving him on the outside looking in.

The next morning, the house was unusually quiet. Luke was in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee, trying to clear his head from the events of the previous night.

His mind was still a mess, replaying the scene of Trevor and Olivia in the kitchen. He hadn't slept well, tossing and turning as he tried to make sense of his emotions, the anger, the jealousy-- everything.

Just as he was starting to lose himself in thought again, Jack strolled into the kitchen, looking surprisingly awake and annoying cheerful. He grabbed a glass of water and leaned against the counter, smirking at his younger brother.

"Well, well, well, Moosey," Jack started, his tone teasing. "I was wondering when you were finally going to make a move on Oli. I gotta say, I'm impressed."

Luke looked up, brow furrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Jack held up a small, crumpled foil wrapper he'd found discarded on the living room floor. Trevor must've gone to throw it away downstairs. "Found this little guy near the couch. Figure it was about time you two finally, you know... got together."

Luke's stomach twisted at sight of the condom wrapper. He hadn't noticed it earlier, but seeing it now only brought back the memory of Trevor and Olivia all over again. His jaw tightened as he stared at the wrapper, feeling a fresh wave of nausea.

"That's not mine," Luke said flatly, his voice colder than he intended.

Jack's smirk faltered as he raised an eyebrow. "Wait, what? Then whose is it?"

Luke's grip tightened around his coffee mug, his knuckles turning white. He didn't want to say it, didn't want it admit it aloud, but he knew he had to. "It's Trevor's," he finally muttered, the mords tasted bitter in his mouth. "It was him and Olivia."

For a moment, Jack was stunned into silence, his playful expression dropping as he processed what Luke had just said. "Trevor?" he repeated, disbelief evident in his voice. "You're telling me Trevor and Olivia..."

Luke nodded, unable to say it again. The anger and frustration that had been simmering all night was starting to bubble over, and he couldn't keep it in any longer.

"They were in the kitchen last night," Luke said, his voice rough with emotion. "I walked in on them. Didn't even realize I was there."

Jack blinked, trying to wrap his head around the situation. "Shit, Moose... I didn't know." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out how to handle this. "Why didn't you say something? Why didn't you stop them?"

"What was I supposed to do?" Luke snapped. "I didn't want to make a scene. They were all over each other, Jack. She looked so... happy. I just... I couldn't."

Jack sighed, stepping closer to Luke. "I'm sorry, man. I thought... well, I thought it was you and her finally figuring things out."

"Yeah, well, it wasn't," Luke muttered, staring down at the table, the pain of the situation settling in. "And now she's probably going to spend the rest of the summer glued to Trevor, and I'll just have to sit here and watch."

Jack placed a hand on Luke's shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. "Look, maybe it's not as serious as you think. Trevor's... well, he's Trevor. He's probably not thinking long-term, and maybe Olivia's just caught up in the moment. She's getting attention from an older guy. Chicks love that shit."

Luke shurgged off Jack's hand, his frustration too overwhelming to accept any consolation. "I don't care if it's not serious. I just hate seeing them together like that. She's my best friend, Jack. And now... I don't know what we are anymore."

Jack sighed again, understanding his brother’s pain but unsure how to fix it. “Look, Moose, I don’t have all the answers. But if you really care about her, you need to talk to her. Maybe she doesn’t even realize how much this is messing with you.”

Luke shook his head, too angry to think clearly. "What's the point? She's obviously into him, and I'm just... I don't know. It doesn't matter."

"It does matter," Jack insisted. "You can't just sit here and let this eat you up from the inside. If you don't say anything, you'll regret it. Trust me, Moose"

Luke didn't respond, staring down at the coffee cup in his hands, his mind running a mile a minute. He knew Jack was right, but the thought of confronting Olivia--or worse, Trevor--was almost too much to bear.

Jack watched him for a moment longer before sighing and backing off. "Just think about it, okay? I'm here if you need to talk."

With that, Jack left the kitchen, leaving Luke alone with his thoughts. There was still anger and frustration building inside him, but now there was something else--an overwhelming feeling of sadness that made his entire body feel heavy. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now. Would things with Olivia ever be the same? Was Jack right and Trevor just wanted a quick fuck? Why was this all so complicated?

Jack had been wrong. Trevor was not looking for something short term with Olivia. And the next summer just proved that even more. It was almost impossible to ignore just how deeply Olivia and Trevor had fallen for each other. From the moment they arrived, they were inseperable. It was like they existed in their own little world, completely unaware of the world around them.

Every morning, Luke would find them wrapped up together on the porch, sharing a cup of coffee as they watched the sunrise. Olivia would sit on Trevor's lap, her arms draped around his neck, as they whispered to each other, their foreheads touching. It was almost as if they'd been superglued together, and it was beyond irritating,

But what really got under Luke's skin were the little things--like the way Trevor would brush a strand of hair behind Olivia's ear before leaning in to kiss her, or how Olivia's laugh seemed louder and brighter when she was with him. Even worse were the marks.

One afternoon, as they all lounged by the lake, Luke noticed a series of faint reddish marks on Olivia's neck when she pulled her hair up into a claw clip. Hickeys.

"Did ya have fun last night?" Jack teased, nudging Oli as they all sat on the dock.

She blushed, giving Jack a playful shove. "Shut up, Jack," she giggled, though she didn't seem embarassed--if anything, she looked pleased.

Trevor smirked, sliding his arm around Olivia's waist and pulling her closer. "Maybe a little too much fun," he joked, kissing her on the temple. Oli just laughed, leaning into him, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his chest.

Luke clenched his fists, staring out at the lake to avoid looking at the happy couple. The sight of them together, so openly affectionate, made him feel like was intruding on something private... something he desperately wished he could unsee, much like the kiss in the kitchen.

As the day went on, it only got worse. During lunch, Trevor fed Olivia bites of his sandwich, and she giggled like it was the most romantic thing in the world. Later, when they were all hanging out in the air conditioned living room, Olivia snuggled up against Trevor's side, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched a movie. Luke tried to focus on the screen, but all he could hear was the soft murmur of their voices as they whispered to each other, completely lost in their own conversation.

When Oli stood up to get a drink, Luke couldn't help but notice the way her shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing another set of hickeys trailing down her side. His jaw tightened, and he quickly looked away, trying to shake the image from his mind.

Late that night, the lake house was quiet, the only sounds coming from the gentle rustling of leaves outside and the occasional creak of the old wooden floors. Luke had finally managed to drift off to sleep when a noise jolted him awake—a muffled laugh, followed by a soft thud against the wall.

His heart sank as he realized the source of the sounds: the room next to his. Trevor’s room.

Luke squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the noise, but it was impossible. The hushed giggles, the low murmur of Trevor’s voice, and Olivia’s breathy replies seeped through the thin walls, each sound hitting him like a slap in the face. Then, there was the unmistakable creak of the bed springs, and Luke felt like he was going to be puke.

Luke couldn’t take it anymore. The weight of everything he’d been holding in finally broke through, and he stormed out of his room, needing to get away from the gut-wrenching reality just a few feet away. He found Jack in the kitchen, grabbing a late-night snack, and without warning, the floodgates opened.

Jack turned to see Luke pacing back and forth, his hands tugging at his hair in frustration. “What’s going on with you?” Jack asked, clearly concerned.

Luke stopped pacing and faced his older brother, his face twisted in anger. "You said last summer that it wasn't going to be long-term! That Trevor wasn't looking for anything serious, that he'd move on by now!" he burst out, his voice cracking.

Jack sighed, setting down the bag of chips he's been holding. "I didn't think it would be. I thought they'd have their fun, and it would fizzle out. But I was wrong, Luke. They're clearly serious about each other."

"Serious?" Luke echoed, his voice tinged in disbelief. "They're practically glued together, Jack! They're disgusting, and I don't get it. What does Olivia even see in him?!"

Jack rubbed the back of his neck, not sure how to respond. “Look, I know it sucks to watch them be all lovey-dovey, but Trevor’s a good guy. He makes her happy.”

"Happy?" Luke snapped. "What about me, Jack? I've known her my whole life, and now she's completely forgetten about me because of him. What does she see in Trevor that can't see in anyone else? What's so special about him?"

"Maybe it's just how he makes her feel. Maybe he's the one she needs right now. I don't know, Luke. But it's not like you can force her to feel differently."

"It's not fair! He's always been around, but now it's like he's taken her away from me. And I hate it. I hate seeing them together, hearing them through the damn walls. It's like I'm invisible to her now."

Jack frowned, unsure how to fix his brother's pain. "I get that it's hard, but you've gotta let it go. She's happy, and as much as it sucks, you've gotta accept it. Be there as her best friend. Not a jealous lover."

"I just don't know what he has that I don't."

"Sometimes, people just connect like that. It isn't always about who has known who the longest or who's been there for her through everything. It's about how he makes her feel right now."

Luke just shook his head, not sure how to reply. The thought of Olivia and Trevor being so, so deeply in love made him feel like he was the sickest he'd been in his life. But for Olivia, he'd have to push through.

The following summer brought a strange quiet to the lake. Unlike previous years, Olivia wasn't spending every waking moment with the Hughes family. Instead, she kept to her parents' house next door, avoiding the Hughes' place all together.

Luke noticed her absence immediately. It was hard not to. The usual sounds of her laughter, the sight of her smiling, and the way she'd barge into their house unannouced were all missing. He'd hoped things would return to normal after the last summer, but he was wrong. He felt like he was a wrong a lot when it came to Olivia now.

Jack and Quinn had noticed too, exchanging concerned glances whenever Luke asked if they'd seen her. But Olivia remained elusive, keeping to herself and refusing to join them in any of their usual lake house activities.

Finally, Luke couldn't take it anymore. He needed to get to the bottom of Olivia's disappearance. He made his way to the Jones' cottage, knocking on the door with determination. When Olivia answered, her eyes were red, and she looked like she hadn't slept in days.

"Hey," Luke started softly. "Can we talk?"

She hestitated, but finally stepped to the side to let him in. They sat down, the silence between them heavy.

"I heard that you and Trevor broke up," he wasn't sure how to approach the subject.

She nodded, her hands suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the room. "Yeah... we did."

Luke waited for her to say more, but she didn't. "Why, Oli? What happened between you two?"

Olivia's face crumpled, and she bit her lip as if holding back tears. "He... he thought I was in love with someone else."

Luke's heart skipped a beat. Who could she possibly be in love with?

"What? Why would he think that?"

She shook her head, voice trembling. "I don't know. I tried to tell him it wasn't true, but he just... he didn't believe me. He said he couldn't be with someone who wasn't all in, who might have feelings for someone else."

"Do you?" he asked cautiously. "Have feelings for someone else, I mean?"

She looked away, wiping at her eyes. "It doesn't matter now, does it? Trevor and I are over."

Luke’s heart ached at her pain, and a surge of protectiveness washed over him. He wanted to ask more, to dig deeper into what she was feeling, but he could see how much it was hurting her to talk about it.

"You know we're here for you, right? No matter what," Luke said softly, reaching over to cover her hand with his.

"I know," she whispered. "I just need some space right now."

"Okay. Just... don't shut us out forever, alright? I'm here whenever you're ready to talk."

"Thanks, Lu. I appreciate that. Especially after I've been such a shit friend."

"Any time, Oli. Any time."

The next night, the Hughes' house was buzzing with laughter and conversation as the boys and few friends hung out on the deck. But Luke couldn't stop staring at the empty seat he'd made the boys save just in case Olivia decided to come over. He hadn't seen her since the day before, and his worry was growing.

Around midnight, the hangout started to wind down, and Luke decided to call it a night. He was halfway up the stairs when he heard the door creak open. Turning around, he saw Olivia stumbling in, her eyes glassy and movements unsteady.

"Olivia?" he called as he hurried back down the stairs.

She looked up at him with sadness and something he couldn't quite place--something desperate. "Luke," she slurred. "There you are. I've been looking for you."

Luke took in her disheveled appearance. Her hair was a mess, her clothes crumpled, and the scent of alcohol clung to her like a cloud. She was drunk, way more than he'd ever seen her.

"Oli, what're you doing here? You should be home, resting," he tried to lead her towards the door.

But she shook her head, pulling away from his grasp. "No, I don't want to be there. I don't want to be alone," her voice cracked. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm. "Please, Luke... I need you."

Luke froze, his breath catching in his throat as Olivia leaned in closer, her lips inches from his. She was so close, and for a brief moment, the temptation was almost too much to resist. But then he saw the tears in her eyes, the way her hands trembled, and he knew it wasn't right.

"Oli, you're not okay," he stepped back, taking her hands in his. "You've had too much to drink. Let me take you home."

"You don't want me anymore, do you? Because I'm... used. I'm not good enough now."

"Olivia, no. That's not true. You're amazing and I-" he paused, thinking over his words. "I care about you so much, but this... this isn't the right time. You're hurting, and I don't want to take advantage of that."

Olivia's shoulders slumped in defeat. "I'm sorry, Luke. I just... I don't know what to do anymore."

Luke pulled her into a tight hug, holding her close as he cried into her chest. "It's okay, Oli. I'm here for you, no matter what."

He hated seeing her so broken and lost. She needed time to heal, to find herself again. And he'd just have to be patient.

Olivia woke up with a pounding headache and a foggy memory. She groaned, rubbing her temples as she tried to piece together the events of the previous night. Everything felt like a blur--a messy tangle of emotions, confusion, and too much alcohol.

She shuffled downstairs to the kitchen, hoping a cup of black coffee would clear her head. But as she sat down, a sense of unease settled in her stomach. Something had happened last night, something important maybe, but she couldn't quite grasp it.

But before she could dwell on it, there was a knock at the door. She frowned and set her mug down to answer it. She was surprised to find Luke on the other side, looking quite serious.

"Hey. Can I come in?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," she replied. She watched as he walked into the living room, his hands shoved in his pockets, brow furrowed. "Luke, what's going on?"

"Oli, do you remember anything from last night?"

"Not really... I remember drinking a lot and... that's about it. Why? What happened?"

Luke sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You came over to our place. You were really upset and... you tried to, uh, make a move on me."

"I what?!"

"Yeah," Luke said, his tone gentle but firm. "You were really drunk. And I could tell you weren't in the right headspace, so I stopped you."

She felt her face heat up in embarrassment. "Oh my god, Luke, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Don't apolgize," he stepped closer. "You were hurting, and you needed someone. I just didn't want you to do anything you'd regret."

"But... why did I do that? I mean, why you?"

Luke hesitated, taking a deep breath. "Oli, I think it's time I'm honest with you. I've... had feelings for you for a long time. Probably longer than I even realized. But I didn't want to mess things up between us, so I never said anything. And then you and Z... I thought I'd lost my chance."

"Luke... I didn't know."

"I know," he said quietly. "And last night, when you came to me like that... it wasn't because you wanted me. It's because you were hurting, and I don't want to be the guy you turn to when you're upset."

"I thought... I thought you didn't want me because I'm 'used.' Because I've slept with Trev."

He gently lifted her chin so she could look at him. "That's not true, Oli. I've never thought of you that way. You deserve so much more than what Trevor gave you, and if I could be the one to make you happy, I would. But only if that's what you really want."

"Luke... I- I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," he whispered. "Just... think about it. If you don't feel the same way, that's okay. But if you do... I'm here."

For a moment, they stood in silence, the weight of Luke's confession hanging in the air. Then, without thinking, Olivia closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his.

The kiss was slow and tender, filled with all the emotions they'd both been holding back for so long. When they finally pulled away, Luke pressed his forehead to hers, both of them gasping for air.

"Oli," his voice thick with emotion. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Me too," she whispered back, her hands clutching onto the fabric of his shirt. "I just didn't realize it till now."

Olivia gently tugged him towards her bedroom. Luke hesitated for a second, searching her eyes for any sign of doubt.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, her heart racing. "I'm sure."

And with that, they fell into bed together, finally giving in to the feelings they'd both kept hidden for so long.

Luke and Olivia finally crossed the line they had danced around for years, everything felt different. The sun streamed through the curtains of her bedroom, Olivia stirred awake, feeling content. She must've finally gotten the rest she needed. The warmth of Luke's presence beside her was undeniable. He was already up, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to hers as he tied up his sneakers.

"Morning," he turned to shoot her a soft smile.

"Morning," Olivia replied, sitting up and pulling the covers up around her.

"Are you okay?" he could sense her hestiation a mile away.

"Yeah, I think so."

"We can talk about this later. Just... take it easy today, alright? No more drinking."

She nodded and he walked over to press a kiss on her forehead before he left.

"I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, sure," she forced a smile. Luke lingered for a moment, as if he wanted to say more, but then just nodded and left, closing the door softly behind him.

As soon as he was gone, Olivia sank back into the pillows, her mind racing. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong--terribly wrong. The more she thought about it, the more her insecurities began to take hold. She had slept with Trevor, Luke’s friend, and now she had slept with Luke. What did that make her? A puck bunny? The thought made her stomach turn. She didn’t want to be seen that way, didn’t want to be the girl who bounced between hockey players, even if Luke was different, even if she had real feelings for him.

By the time afternoon had rolled around, Olivia was overwhelmed by doubt. Every time her phone buzzed with a new text from Luke, she ignored it, burying herself in the puzzle her parents had started. She couldn't face him when she felt like this.

Luke was growing concerned. The day before had been a turning point, but now he was being ignored again. Her silence was gnawing at him. He sent another text, that she ignored, and decided to make his way to hers.

He knocked on the door, just as he had the day before. Olivia answered, looking even more stressed than she had been.

"Luke, I..."

"Whatever it is just tell me... please."

"I just... I don't want people thinking I'm some sort of... you know... puck bunny."

"What? Olivia, nobody would ever think that about you."

"But they will, Luke! I was with Trevor, and now we're...you know. People are going to judge, they always do."

He placed a hand on her arm, "You're not a puck bunny, Olivia. You're everything to me. I don't care what anyone else thinks. And if they do judge, that's their problem. Not ours."

"You really mean that?"

"Of course I do," he replied without hesitation. "You're not just someone I'm hooking up with. You're my best friend, and I want you to be my... girlfriend."

Her fears melted away almost instantly. "I... I want that too."

Luke pulled her into a tight hug. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go. Ever."

As they held each other, Olivia couldn't believe how perfect things felt. Life wasn't easy, but with Luke by her side, anything was possible.

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sc0tters · 1 year

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All For Us - Nico Hischier & Jack Hughes

summary: when Jack walks in on you and your boyfriend things that a turn when he is invited in to join.

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, p in v (unprotected), oral (fem and male receiving), swearing, mild use of degradation (slut mentioned once).

word count: 2.71k

authors note: this was an idea I’ve been working on for days and I loved it. If nobody asks for that bucket list part I might actually cry… Kei this is the full thing of what I’ve been showing you! Part of me thinks I’ve forgotten how to write smut so if this was shit I’m sorry!

Nico swore you were his little goddess.

It seemed like everything he threw in your direction you succeeded at, and this was no different. With the team making playoffs Nico felt like it was his job to host the celebration for it.

And who better to be in charge of planning than his girlfriend of eight months, you. Luckily for Nico it was a job that you always did well at but tonight you seemed to hit it out of the park “you did so good baby.” Nico mumbled into your ear as his lips nipped at your neck.

The two of you were stood in the back of your shared apartment watching as his teammates interacted with their girlfriends, wives and other teammates “stop it Neeks.” You warned sending your boyfriend a serious look as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

You had been on your period for the last week and the week before that the boys were away for ten days. So to say that Nico felt deprived and horny “nobody would notice if we just went back to our bedroom.” The captain pointed out tracing his fingers on your stomach as it sent shivers up your spine.

It made you shiver “behave,” you shook your head pulling his arms off of your stomach as you stepped away “hi Jacky.” You smiled locking eyes with younger hockey player as he walked back inside of the apartment.

Jack tried to hide the fact that he had a crush on you “h-hi,” he stuttered cheeks turning pink.

The boy never said that he was good at hiding that. But in Jacks defence he was actually the one who introduced you to Nico when you were still in college working as a bartender in your free time “baby don’t punish me!” Nico groaned watching you wrap your arm around Jacks.

You turned your head to face your boyfriend as you stuck your tongue out at him “so what have you been up to?” You asked giving the Hughes boy your attention once more.

Part of you would have been proud to say that you lasted two hours before Nico’s advances came out on top “don’t you want me to make you feel so good?” Nico proposed digging his thumbs into your sides causing you to let out a whimper “you think you can get through this in twenty minutes?” You shot back scratching his jaw as you leaned against the counter.

It made the boy scoff “I could make you come in two.” He mumbled into your ear as you pushed off of the counter “gonna hold you to that.” You wanted to hate how Nico could get you feeling horny but as he pushed your buttons you knew you loved how well he knew you.

Nico smirked as you locked your hand with his “not a word,” you grumbled shaking your head as you pulled him in the direction of your room.

You sent one final look to your friends who were all so focused on themselves “think you can be quiet?” You asked making your boyfriend laugh.

His hands were on your hips as he pushed you past the door letting it shut behind you “you’re the one who is going to fucking scream.” Nico’s warning made your thighs clench together.

As you both made your way into your bedroom you dropped to your knees grabbing at his belt “uh uh baby,” Nico clicked his tongue as he took your hands in his “said this was for you.” The hockey player mumbled placing his hands on your shoulders giving you a soft push before your knees hit the corner of your bed forcing your upper body to land on the mattress with a bounce.

Nico took in the sight of your body as he smiled letting his fingers dance over the waist of your shorts “don’t tease me Neeks,” you begged getting cut off as his lips hit yours.

He swore he was going to melt tasting your cherry lipgloss on your lips “so fucking pretty.” Nico gasped pulling away as he went to focus his attention in your shorts.

You didn’t know what to grab as he hooked his finger in the band of your shorts taking your panties with it letting the fabric drag along your legs “so pretty.” The hockey player repeated blowing warm air on your slit as he went face to face with it “don’t make me wait.” You whined trying to drive your pussy in the direction of his face.

The hockey player rolled his eyes wrapped his arms around your thighs pulling you closer to him “don’t start thinking you’re in charge all of a sudden.” Nico warned not giving you enough time to argue back before he let his tongue lay flat against your slit as he licked the line from your pussy to your clit.

You gasped locking your fingers in his hair “oh god,” your eyes went wide as he sucked at your sensitive nub “it’s just me baby.” Nico spoke against your core sending shivers up your body.

That accompanied by his fingers that began to thrust into your pussy made you moan “don’t stop.” You begged grinding your hips against his face.

The sound of him sucking on your clit was like music to your ears as it was accompanied by his gaze that you felt in your soul “want you to look at me.” The boy mumbled punching your clit with his other fingers so you’d look at him “fuck Neeks.” You cried only begin able to watch him for a few seconds when his tongue went back to working on your clit.

After only a few weeks of being sexually active with you Nico learnt that the way to get you to your high the fastest was to have you watch him eat you out. There was something about having him stare back at you that made you come so much quicker “they can’t hear you over the music baby.” He reminding you as your hand slapped over your mouth.

As much as Nico wanted you to go all night he knew he only had a few minutes before someone would start thinking things “I’m gonna come.” You announced driving your head into the mattress as your hands gripped at the sheet beneath you.

It made Nico smile “let go for me baby,” his words were like music to your ears as you cried out in pleasure with your body shaking as you came.

Like always Nico helped you through it before you pulled his head up from between your thighs “you did so good baby,” he cooed capturing your lips in a kiss as you moaned teasing your release on his tongue.

The moment was one of many that you two usually shared after sex “oh shoot,” the door to your bedroom opened causing you both to whip your heads around to see Jack stood at your door “I should call you back.” He added quickly hanging up the phone as you two locked eyes with him.

It didn’t take Jack long to see that you weren’t wearing panties making his cheeks grow red as he froze with fear “you want him to stay for round two?” Nico asked turning his attention back to you.

Nico wasn’t one for sharing usually so it surprised you “really?” You cocked your head as he smirked “know you wanted a threesome for a while now.” Nico let his lips move down your neck “who better than to have it be the boy with a crush on you?” His words sent a chill down Jacks spine.

He had been caught.

You sent Jack a smile “why don’t you shut the door and come in?” You cocked your head being all friendly as Nico got up “you can suck him off.” Your boyfriend explained as he pecked your lips “this pussy is off limits,” he explained cupping your core as you gasped.

Jack almost felt jealous seeing how your boyfriend didn’t have to try hard to make you feel as good as he did “you’re gonna work for your second one tonight.” Nico’s words made you smile. You were getting your second favourite position tonight.

Reverse cowgirl was arguably one of your favourites as he had you bouncing your ass on his lower stomach as his fingers dug so hard into your sides you swore you were going to have bruises the next day.

As Jack walked closer you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt as you kissed his lips. It was softer than what you were used to with Nico but you also thought that the boy was probably holding back because your boyfriend was watching you “help him get undressed baby.” Nico ordered from behind you as he now lay naked on your bed.

You got off of your bed as you smiled “not fair having so many items on now is it?” You asked batting your eyelashes at him “fuck no.” Jack grunted as your hands undid his belt.

There was minimal lipgloss left on your lips but it had now been replaced by your come that Nico had on his tongue “you’re so hot.” The younger boys confession made you smile as his boxers hit the floor revealing his cock that hit his torso. From behind you the sound of Nico’s soft grunts could be heard as he obviously found this situation hot.

Jacks shirt was the last thing to go as you threw it across the room before he cupped your cheeks pulling you into another kiss “think you’re in too much now.” His voice was low as you raised your arms letting him pull your shirt over your head leaving you in your red bra that Nico loved “my dirty little slut knew she was gonna get fucked didn’t she?” Nicos voice reminded you that he was there.

You nodded letting out a whimper when Jack used one hand to undo your bra “fuck me.” His eyes went wide seeing your pierced nipple.

It was a surprise for Nico during one of the road trips “she loves getting her nipples sucked.” Nicos words shot to your core as you rubbed your thighs together watching Jack lower his head to wrap his lips around your nipple “fuck Jack,” you moaned tugging your fingers in his hair.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak letting the taste of the titanium bar linger on his tongue before he decided that he had enough “go sit on your boyfriends cock f’me.” He ordered taking you by surprise.

Nico let out a grunt when you didn’t move “listen to him princess when he tells you to do something.” Your boyfriends words made you turn around to him as you nodded making your way back over to the Swiss man on your bed.

You swung you leg over his torso bringing his cock up to tease your clit before you let your warm pussy sink down onto his cock swallowing it whole “fuck baby.” Nico moaned digging his fingers into your hips as you began to bounce on his cock.

Jack watched the situation in awe “c’mere Jack,” you whimpered opening your eyes as your hands gripped at your boyfriends thighs beneath you.

The Hughes boy made his way to you stopping between his captains legs “you think it’s hot watching your captain fuck his girlfriend?” You asked barely getting the words out before a moan left your lips hearing Nico grunt from behind you.

You ran your hand over his cock palming it as you waited for an answer “so hot,” he gasped when you removed your hand “don’t tease me,” Jack warned at your little kitten licks at his cock.

A smirk on your face was short lived when Nico landed a smack to your ass “when he asks you to do something baby you do it.” Nico ordered causing you to nod “sorry Neeks.” You mumbled letting your lips form a pout.

Your boyfriend laughed “don’t apologise to me,” he shook his head “apologise to the boy you’re about to suck off.” His coarse voice made you clench around his cock.

Jack ran his fingers through your hair as they formed a makeshift ponytail at the base of your hair “‘m sorry Jack.” You frowned continuing to bounce on your boyfriends cock “you know how to make it up to me pretty girl.” Jack voice had your pussy squeezing around your Nico’s cock as your lips wrapped around Jack’s.

The Hughes boy let out a grunt “see how lucky I am Jack?” Nico asked turning his attention to his teammate who was enjoying how your mouth took his cock.

Jack nodded seeing how you looked through your eyelashes “makes me feel spoilt knowing that I get this everyday.” Nico smirked as your moan was swallowed by Jack’s thrusts that went deeper into your throat “whenever I want.” He added clearly wanting to remind his teammate that you were still Nico’s and that he was sharing you for the night.

You honestly had to make a mental note to make Nico jealous sometime if he was going to talk like that as he fucked you as dirty talk was a totally new territory for you two “would have kept her a secret.” Jack confessed as you swirled his cock around with your tongue.

Nico let out a laugh “had to give my girl what she wanted.” Nico found your sex bucket list a month into your relationship and he decided that he would spend the rest of it helping you tick things off. The next thing on the list was sex in a public space and he had just the idea for that.

Both boys went quiet shortly after that as it was clear you were getting close as you were still sensitive from your first orgasm “you getting close baby?” Nico grunted feeling you clench around his throbbing cock.

Your head bobbed Jack’s as you nodded letting out a whine “just a little bit longer,” Jack was getting close but it seemed that neither boy wanted to come before you.

The air in the room was hot as the sound of skin slapping and male grunts bounced off of the walls “fuck baby.” Nico groaned hearing your gurgles around his teammates cock.

Neither boy thought that they could last much longer “I’m gonna come,” you cried feeling your vision go blurry.

Jack took over thrusting his cock into his hand “come on my face.” You barely got those words out coherently as Nico practically fucked you into oblivion.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck as your body shuddered “shit baby,” Nico was right behind you as your pussy clenched around him squeezing his cock as he shot his release into your pussy.

That finally gave Jack the green light as he shot his hot ropes of release spurting it onto your face with most of it landing in your mouth “swallow it baby.” Nico ordered smiling as you listened to him before you stuck your tongue out to show both boys that you had listened.

Nico slid his cock out of you placing you onto the bed as he got up “I’m gonna put you in the bath tell everyone you weren’t feeling well.” Nico explained seeing as your fucked out look was no state for you to be interacting with your friends.

You nodded sending Jack a smile as Nico picked you up “have a nice night Jack.” You send him a salute as Nico made his way to the bath tub that sat in your bathroom.

It had been about twenty minutes since Nico went back outside that he then came back into your bedroom “you have fun tonight?” Nico asked crouching down next to your bath.

Often times when he came back from road trips he’d sit by the tub catching you up on whatever the team did “thanks for letting that happen.” You nodded puckering your lips as you signalled that you wanted one “for you I’ll complete that list in a heartbeat.” Nico listened to your request as he pecked your lips.

“So what should we do next then?”

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morning person - laios touden x gn reader

a/n: part two to this post. i am starved by his lack of content so i must sustain myself

the sun's rays hit laios' face, causing him to blink his eyes open. he was still tired, having barely slept that night. his dreams were filled with falin screaming and crying for him to help her - to save her. if it weren't for the fact that in between those dreams of screams and anguish that his mind was filled with a blank void - of him, floating in nothingness - then wouldn't have called what he experienced that night sleep at all.

he rubbed at his eyes and looked over to the other side of the bed. you were sound asleep, mouth open and drool spilling past your lips. your head was propped against one of your arms while the other was draped across laios' body. it was quite adorable. if he could, laios would have it immortalised forever in a portrait and carry it around with him.

laios leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead. he gently shook your body in an attempt to wake you up. "it's time to wake up, y/n."

your hand flew from his body to you face. groaning, you rolled over. "five more minutes. i'll be up in five minutes."

he shook his head. honestly, he should have known better. despite you being the one to dictate that chilchuck, marcille, you and himself would leave for the dungeon at first light, you were yet to wake up. the dungeon had skewered his sense of time as they could spend nights under a blazing sun and days under a starlight sky but you were used to the surface (and waking up on your own time).

you seriously weren't a morning person.

a knock at the door made laio turn his sleepy head.

"are you two ready? me and marcille are ready to go when you are," came chilchuck's voice. if he strained, laios could hear the clunk of bags moving about.

"we've just woken up. give us," he yawned, "ten minutes and we'll meet you in the kitchen."

there was some rattling (presumably marcille holding back chilchuck from breaking down the door) before it faded off down the corridor. laios looked back to you and smiled.

you seemed so peaceful. with drool spilling from your mouth and tufts of hair unbrushed, he couldn't see anything other than beauty.

was this the life outside of the dungeon that he was missing? going to bed with you, waking up with you, just spending the day with you? he could count on one hand how many times he had seen you this past month. laios had missed the last time he was in the dungeon, he always missed you whenever the two of you had to be apart. he had made it a habit of returning to you as soon as possible the minute they would leave the dungeon. maybe that was why your house was his first point of call after being they returned to the surface.

laios loved being in the dungeon. all the monsters he could see and the new environments to explore. but he also loved you. and it broke his heart a bit every time he had to leave you to go back. well, he didn't have to go back underground but he chose to. did you ever hate him for that? for leaving you behind every time? for choosing the dungeon over your relationship?

you sat up, rubbing at your eyes. "morning." you grumbled, words muffled by a yawn.

laios brought his hands to your face and gave you a kiss. you were far too sleepy to reciprocate but you did your best. when he pulled away, he squished your cheeks together gently.

even through your sleep-addled eyes you could see the wheels turning in his head. what was he doing, thinking so early? this was the time to sleep not the time to think.

"come on," said laios. he removed his hands from your face and got out of bed. "Let's go save falin."

the next time that you all walked out of that dungeon, with falin in tow, would be his last. he was already thinking about the next time he would be able to wake up next to you. and the time after that. and after that.

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em1e · 1 year

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sleepovers | finding alone time with shinichiro is hard ..

⿻ mini series ft. you dating shinichiro and whatever chaos that comes from that !! ✕ cute fluff !! suggestive ♡ series m.list

it had been a while since you and shinichiro got some alone time, honestly.

and shinichiro really couldn’t blame his siblings for it. officially introducing you to them made spending time with you easier. you didn’t have to sneak around his house at the odd hours of the night, he didn’t have to silence your giggles with kisses so you wouldn’t get caught - but his siblings really liked you.

they enjoyed being around you to the point of you spending more time with them than him, and he’d have to practically drag you out the door when his grandpa would get home for a few minutes of peace without them.

tonight is no different with his grandpa being out of town, mikey requesting sleepily that you tuck him into bed while shinichiro carries an already sleeping emma from the living room to her own bed, and when you both meet back with each other in the hall, he gives a tired sigh.

“they’re a lot.” he groans, leaning most of his weight into you when you pull him towards you for a hug.

“but they’re cute and you love them.” you argue, standing on your toes to place a kiss against his jaw.

he stiffens at the feeling.

it’s been a while since the two of you had any alone time.

and the way your fingers are dancing against his sides is driving him wild.

“don’t start something we can’t finish.” he nearly groans, though he’s the one pulling you towards his room.

“i can finish.” you hum out with a smile that has him faltering for only a second, and once he has you behind the safe confines of his door, he pounces on you with a kiss that’s all teeth and desperation and love. it leaves you wanting, craving, needing more with a whine while your fingers tangle in the front of his shirt.

ten minutes is all it took to get you into his bed, fifteen for you to be on top of him, and twenty for a small knock to sound on his door, before it’s being pushed open quietly.

shinichiro never knew he had such quick reflexes, flipping the two of you over and shoving a hand over your mouth to stop any sounds from escaping your lips. he uses the blankets and his arm to shield your very nude bodies from whoever’s standing in his doorway, looking over his shoulder to acknowledge them.

emma, he realizes from the small sniffles coming from her.

“hey emma, what’s wrong?”

“had a bad dream,” she whimpers out, clutching the stuffed teddy bear he gave her two years ago, “i asked mikey if i could sleep on his floor b-but he said no,” another sniffle, “a–and you and (y/n) always have sleepovers so i wan’a join.”

he can’t see it from the way he’s positioned, but he can feel the look she’s giving him. full of sadness and fear from what he can only assume is the scary movie the four of you watched earlier. he regrets letting mikey pick the movie from tonight.

“okay, um . . .” he looks down at you, mouth still covered by his hand and eyes wide as saucers. like the mattress could swallow you whole and that still wouldn’t be enough to save you from the embarrassment, “go grab your blankets and stuff and we’ll make a big pallet in the living room.” he settles for instead, the fear of emma trying to climb into his bed with the two of you still naked very real when she hesitates by the doorframe.

“okay.” she says finally after a moment, taking a step from the door and closing it behind her as she leaves.

you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, while shinichiro falls onto his side to your right, deflated and defeated that he can’t have an hour alone with you.

“we can never have sex here again.” you’re saying with such certainty it has him sinking further into the mattress while you are moving to pull on your discarded clothes. you throw his underwear at him as you tug on your shirt, and he grumbles about how his little siblings are such cockblocks unknowingly.

and when the two of you meet emma in the living room, dragging blankets and pillows behind you, she already has a nice area set up for the three of you. he can’t even find it in himself to be really upset when the pink princess blankets and pillows and miscellaneous stuffed animals take up most of the space, leaving you and shinichiro to set your own items on top of everything. emma smiles when you settle beside her with shinichiro on the other side, curling against you when you make it known that you’re comfortable, and she’s back asleep in less than ten minutes.

shinichiro leans over her to give you a soft kiss, all desperation left in the doorway of his bedroom, before he lays down and is out cold soon after.

#shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #sano x reader #shinichiro sano #sano shinichiro #x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #salmon rowe

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steddieasitgoes · 7 months

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written for @steddielovemonth Day 19 prompt: Love is helping them unwind after a rough day (@lihhelsing) and Love is the comfort of quiet moments (@tboygareth) Rating: G | wc: 718 | no cw Tags: established relationship, fluff, teacher!steve, rockstar!eddie

Steve knew when he started teaching that his job wasn’t always going to be easy. That for every breakthrough lesson he taught where every one of his students understood and had fun learning, there would be just as many days where he left as frustrated as the kids because the material just wasn’t clicking.

Today was one of those days.

No one was more excited when the dismissal bell rang than Steve. Usually, he’d stick around, grade a few papers, or mingle in the teacher’s lounge but today he packed up his bag just as fast as his kids and bolted to his car.

All he wanted to do was get home, unwind, and have a nice night with Eddie. Maybe make dinner and finally watch the movie Eddie rented a few days ago for them to watch before he got called in for a rewrite session at the studio.

Steve makes it no more than ten steps into the house before his sock-covered foot collides with something hard. At first, he thinks it’s their senior dog Joe — it wouldn’t be the first time he’s tripped over him — but as Steve tumbles to the floor, he realizes he’s tripped over Eddie.

His ass breaks the fall, colliding with the cold tile with a force that’s certain to leave a bruise — one Eddie is no doubt going to poke and prod at because he’s a gremlin, but that’s a problem for later. Right now, he needs to figure out why his boyfriend is currently sprawled out on the floor in the middle of their foyer.

“Rough day?”

Eddie’s response comes in the form of a groan, seemingly too tired to respond with his words. He kicks his legs out farther, starfishing on the floor before scrunching his eyes so tight Steve wants to knead the doughy flesh on his forehead.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, “me too.”

“Floor time,” Eddie mumbles, patting the spot next to him.

The time it’s Steve who responds non-verbally, grumbling incoherent words as he lowers himself gently to the hard floor. He’s careful with his head, tucking one arm under to act as a cushion. The cold shocks him for all of two seconds before he feels himself sinking into the tile. The weight of today’s shitty day disappears as his body finally relaxes and the world fades into the background.

Steve doesn’t do this as often as Eddie does, but it’s nice. Really nice. They don’t listen to music or talk about their day. They don’t kiss or touch beyond an occasional hand squeeze. They simply lie there with their eyes closed and listen to the sound of their heartbeats.

He had joked once that what they were doing was a form of meditation, but Eddie had scoffed at that — not wanting to participate in the “latest conformist trend” that is yoga, so they call it floor time instead.

As Steve lays there, enjoying the feeling of the cold tile on his tense muscles, he can’t help but break the no-touching rule and reaches his hand out in search of Eddie’s. He finds it immediately, taking his ink-stained hands into his own. His fingers curl around Eddie’s ring-clad ones and he gives it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“I love you,” he whispers, soft enough that Eddie might not hear him.

But he does.

Eddie always does.

“No talking during floor time,” Eddie quietly reprimands, before squeezing Steve’s hand back in return. A moment passes before, Eddie tilts his head to the side and opens one eye to look at Steve. “Love you too, baby.”

In a little while they’ll peel themselves off the floor and head into the kitchen to cook dinner. Steve will playfully swat Eddie’s hand away from the simmering pot of sauce and he’ll give him those big puppy dog eyes until he caves and lets him get a taste. And then they’ll sit across from each other at their small dining room table playing footsie while they each vent about the shitty days they’ve had before retiring to the bedroom where they’ll take turns taking each other apart.

But for now, it’s floor time.

#this is the softest thing i've ever written #steddielovemonth #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie fluff #steve harrington fic #eddie munson fic #steve fic #eddie fic #steve harrington fluff #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #dani writes

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juuuulez · 9 months

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📰 | part ten: capulet.

info: Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers, gun violence, father figure! Negan, soooomeeee ooonneee has a crush, teenagers in love.

summary: You tussle with your emotions regarding Carl, whilst Grimes and co pay a surprise visit to the Sanctuary.

omg i’m on fire!!!!! cliffhanger ending……but also next chapter will be similarly juicy so don’t fret! also half-written a carl x reader oneshot/drabble i’ll post soon between chapters :P

i’m so glad you all love my saviour reader story because i am her she is me…….this series is my CHILD i will defend it with my life!

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You hadn’t been to Alexandria in, frankly, what felt like years.

It was actually just weeks.

With an alliance between Hilltop, the Kingdom, and Alexandria, things for the Saviours were trickier than ever. Most of the time Negan spent in his office, trying to decode the best play. You helped, of course, and were practically running yourself ragged trying to keep things together at the Sanctuary.

It felt like everyone knew what was happening. Or they expected it, were waiting for it. It irritated you to no end, that others would blatantly show their disbelief in your cause, in Negan’s cause.

And then there was Carl.

You missed him, which was weird. He had become a constant in your life, the arguing and fighting, the pushing and shoving. But now your relationship had crested into something else… and you didn’t hate it.

In fact, you quite enjoyed kissing Carl.

Not that you’d admit that. To him, to anyone. Nobody needed that amount of power over you.

“You can go to bed, doll.”

You looked up from your lap, where a book of supply schedules was scribbled down. You were seated on that long leather couch in Negan’s office, whilst he worked on god knows what. Hopefully a viable strategy.

“No, I’m fine.” You tell him, politely. Too politely.

Truth is, you were hanging on by a thread. But with no supplies from Alexandria, nor Hilltop, the situation at the Sanctuary was becoming dire. You were trying to figure out how to jig things around so that everyone could be satisfied, or maybe even rethinking the points system, making the imaginary economy more competitive.

“I’m serious,” Negan insists, “You don’t gotta be doin’ this shit. It’s below you.”

You roll your eyes, “Who’s gonna do it, then? Simon’s corpse?”

The sarcastic comment earns you a glare in return, which does make you feel a little bad. You’d watched the brawl firsthand, and had almost tried to help Negan, if not for Dwight holding you back. Either way, it didn’t matter, for Simon was eventually strangled to death.

Brutal, but fitting.

Maybe you were trying to fill that void. The line between right-hand man and teenage daughter was thinning.

Negan rose from his seat, coming over to stand in front of you. He didn’t even need to lean down, swiftly plucking the tattered notebook from your lap, to which you groaned and leaned back on the couch.

He inspected it, reading over the numbers and scrawled figures. “You’re doing this wrong.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you should start making your wives do the bookkeeping.” You grumbled, laying down on the couch in defeat.

Negan tossed the notebook onto the coffee table, sitting on the couch opposite you. “Doubt they can count past ten.”

It was a terrible thing to say, but got a smile out of you. It was difficult to be in a good mood on so little sleep, so the tiniest hint of happiness was well appreciated.

“When will we go to Alexandria again?”

You tried not to sound too interested in the question, but couldn’t help yourself, and needed to ask. Not for Carl, just for supplies. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Soon. Give it another week,” Negan confirmed, though his eyes said he knew something more. “Awfully interested in that shithole, aren’t you?”

This caused you to roll over, onto your side, so you could glare over at the older man. “We need that shithole to survive.”

There was a playful glint on Negan’s face, the words earning a small laugh from him. “Maybe you do. Bet you’re just itchin’ for your little cyclops.”

The joke causes you to bristle, irritation rising as you hoist yourself from the couch, making a play for the door. On such little sleep, you weren’t in the mood to entertain being teased.

But Negan stopped you, that grin still on his face. “Hey, c’mon, doll. You know I’m just tryin’ to rile you up.” He admits, coming to a stand.

The glare remains, but at least you stop your escape, instead just standing near the door with your arms crossed. You’d likely give some defensive retort, but Negan is already speaking again.

“Everyone has their first crush at some point. I’m just surprised it took you this long.”

“I don’t have a crush,” You practically snarl. “I’m not twelve years old.”

“Okay, sorry. Not a crush,” Negan approaches slowly, like you’ll run off again, though is pleased when you stand still. “Sounds like it’s past your bedtime.”

Your nose scrunches up, eyes narrowed in offence as he continues to treat you like a child. But you know he’s just making a point to tease you, judging by that stupid grin on his face, so you try not to react.

His hands bracket your arms, giving you a little spin so that you’re facing the door. But now you sigh, turning back around, unable to just drop this conversation all together.

“You don’t care?” You ask. “Like, if I did have a crush, you don’t even mind? Not that I do, I’m just… wondering.”

Negan smiles, finding your half-confession quite adorable. “That’s what kids do, darlin’. Besides, the boy’s got his head on straight. Certainly got more balls than his father.”

You look down at the floor, a little pensive. “I don’t have a crush on Carl.” You reiterate, standing your ground, trying to sound firm in order to convince the both of you.

He seems to get the hint, understanding that maybe you don’t even know what’s going on. “I know, doll. Don’t stress it too much.” Negan drops the subject, letting his arm encase your back for a small squeeze before letting you go. “Go get some rest.”

You muster up a little smile, finally accepting the offer and scampering back off to bed. After all, you were exhausted, despite that inherent need to make yourself useful. Supply counts could wait.

It was a comforting space, your bedroom, one you retreated to whenever things got overwhelming. It was filled with photos and trinkets, candy stashed away in the drawers, all the things you didn’t have when growing up. It was your space.

That night, you fell asleep weighing the severity of simply going to Alexandria yourself. You passed out a few minutes into debating what transportation to take.

Fortunately, or, probably unfortunately, that wasn’t necessary.

For Alexandria had come to you.

Gunfire was a familiar sound to wake up to. Usually, it was a low-level squabble, or maybe one of the Saviours proving a point. Either way, it never lasted long.

But this time, there was shouting, and more bullets. It was enough to jolt you awake, pushing past that bleary state of consciousness and waiting, still, for it to continue.

It did.

You climbed out of bed with urgency, moving on autopilot as you threw on some jeans, not bothering to change from your sleep tank before bolting for the door.

Just as your fingertips brushed the bat, you realised it wouldn’t do. That gun was still locked away in the bottom drawer, so you reached for it, shoving a handful of bullets into your pocket before leaving.

Now, you’ve never been a very good shot. That’s why you preferred using the bat, or at the very least, hand-to-hand combat. You had terrible aim. But maybe now was the best time to fix that issue.

So, you made your way through the Sanctuary, swiftly stepping through hallways, gun at the ready. You were outside in minutes, the shouting becoming much clearer now, a voice you could recognise:

Rick Grimes.

“Fuck this..” You grumbled, growing irritated with this relentless back and forth. And now, they were in your home.

Another shot blew out the glass from above you, forcing you further against the wall, as the shards piled on the concrete. Some littered your skin, your shoulders bare, due to still wearing a tank intended for sleeping. You didn’t even have a bra on.

But there were worse problems, you supposed.

The gun felt heavy in your hands, fingers twitching around the trigger. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to use it, though that seemed like wishful thinking. You wondered where Negan was, yet believed he could handle himself. You and this gun were the main concern, a gun you had no idea how to use effectively.

You hid behind anything available, crouched down, trying to survey the surroundings. From here, you could see the scattered factions of makeshift soldiers, though Rick was now missing. You presumed he had a similar thought process to you: Negan.

That was fine, for now.

Clutching the gun tightly, you shifted into view, holding it outwards and discharging a shot into the distance. It echoed in the nearby vicinity, though there was too much gunfire to distinguish where it had came from, luckily. It didn’t seem to hit anyone.

What a waste.

“Hey!”

It was a whisper-shout, one clearly intended to gain your attention. You spun your head around, searching for the voice, amongst all the yelling and fighting taking place within your home. It took an embarrassing amount of time until you saw him.

Carl.

Thank fucking god.

He’d been watching you, on alert for your figure the second they arrived. He clocked your creeping approach into the battle field, ducking behind anything possible. It was almost amusing, the stark contrast in how you usually chose to fight, but made sense after you fired that hopeless shot.

You had no idea what was going on, assuming that Negan and Rick were off fighting, whilst a few Saviours tried to keep the rival gang at bay. Or gangs, plural. You guessed that speaking to Carl would be your best chance at getting a grip on the situation. That, and you weren’t in the mood for a defensive Saviour to shoot him.

So, you tried to get closer, looking left and right to make sure the coast was clear before ducking behind rubble or vehicles, anything to provide cover. Carl was used to fighting, sure, but felt slightly anxious for a reason he couldn’t pin. It was just a bad feeling, like something was not right.

This time, Carl called out your name, causing you to look up and at attention. He held out his hand, despite being meters away, a signal to come closer under the cover he’d found.

You clutch the gun tightly, safety off, poised at your side. But it’s difficult to see everyone, from this position, forcing you to inch out from behind the truck in order to get a visual.

Still holding out his hand, Carl waits, watching as you peek your head out.

Pop!

A shot fires, crackling in the distance, though it takes you down with a solid thud.

#carl grimes x reader #the walking dead x reader #negan smith x reader #twd x reader #carl grimes #twd x you #carl grimes x you #the walking dead #negan smith

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missusdunn · 11 months

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Bam Margera X f!reader X Ryan Dunn pt.1

Warnings!! - Smut, Oral f!giving, cussing, 18++++

Dating Bam Margera threw you into a lot of spontaneous adventures. The parties, impulsive trips across the world, dangerous stunts. It became normal to expect the unexpected. The only predictable thing about Bam was his selfishness especially when it came to you. You are his and his only. You couldn’t even have a friendly conversation with another man without Bam going into a bitch fit. However, there is one exception. Ryan Dunn. They’re a two-in-one deal. You can’t get close to one without the other. And Bam trusts Ryan so no reason for jealousy. Just a trio of pals.

One night, Ryan invites the two of you to his apartment to drink and hang out. Anticlimactic but fun nonetheless. You and Bam head over there with a bottle of vodka and let yourselves in. “Oh hey, you two! Thanks for knocking, so considerate!” Ryan greeted. Bam chuckles and says “Don’t act like you don’t walk into my house like that, asswipe.” “Whatever,” Ryan grabs the vodka from Bam “this’ll make up for it.” I roll my eyes, kick off my shoes, and make my way to the couch. Bam follows suit and Ryan goes to the kitchen to get cups. Bam stretches and melts into his seat. “Finally a night to relax with my two favorite people.” He smiles and puts his arm over my shoulder. I playfully roll my eyes “Don’t be sappy just to get into my pants later.” He sarcastically puts his hands up “Sorry, sorry.” He smirks. “I have better tactics anyway.” He cups my face with his right hand and leans in for a kiss. Of course, I kiss back and it doesn’t take long until his tongue is in my mouth. After a few more seconds Ryan is back. “Excuse me but I’d appreciate it if you two didn’t fuck on my couch!” He says playfully. “We’re not fucking, Dunn,” Bam grumbles with a slight pout having cut the make-out short. “Yet. Thank god I stopped it just in time.” Ryan says placing cups on the coffee table. I laugh and pick up my glass to fill with liquor. Ryan stops me from picking up the bottle and pours it for me. “Oh, such a gentleman,” I say sarcastically while taking a sip. “Anything for you, darling.” He playfully winks filling up the other two glasses. “You fuckers know I’m right here right?” Bam rolls his eyes as Ryan and I laugh. Bam grabs the remote and tosses it to Ryan. “Put some shit on, Dunn let’s get fucked up.” As he chugs his first round.

A couple hours later we’re all buzzed. It didn’t take long for the TV to become background noise. After multiple conversations filled with slurs and giggles the topic of Ryan’s love life came up.

“You really haven’t been getting any lately?” Bam laughs. “Dude it’s not a big deal!” Ryan defends himself. “I’ve just been busy!” Bam continues to laugh “Yeah you’re so busy binge drinking on your couch!” Ryan’s brows furrow “fuck you.” I hit Bam on the shoulder and give Ryan a sympathetic look. “Ry, there’s no shame in not having sex! Not everyone can be sexually active twenty-four seven.” I say “Unlike some whores…” I motion to Bam. Ryan lets out a chuckle and Bam rolls his eyes. “If I’m a whore that would make you one too, idiot,” Bam argues. “Oh babe you and I both know that’s not how it works,” I sigh “Your body count is 10x times mine!” “Whatever since you’re fucking me you’re a whore by association.” He snickers. “You’re such an idiot.” I sip my drink. Bam smirks and leans in. “Your idiot.” Kissing me and turning it into a full-on make-out session in less than ten seconds. That’s gotta be a record.

Ryan groans. “Again please do that anywhere else.” Bam pulls away and looks at his friend. “Yknow what just fucking join, Dunn.” Ryan’s eyes go wide and I’m too shocked to say anything. “What?” Ryan asks, thinking it’s a joke. “It’ll help with your blue balls that make you so pissy,” bam smirks “and I know how long you’ve wanted to fuck y/n.” Ryan keeps his eyes on Bam with red coating his cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bam chuckles “Yes you do!” He points out “Before we started dating you, I would talk about all the things we’d do to her!” Now I’m the one with cherry-red cheeks. “Come on, Dunn you down or not?” Bam looks at me as if he’s asking with his eyes. “I’m down if Ryan’s down…” I stumbled out. Bam looks back at Ryan “Alright, let’s do it then.” Ryan agrees. Bam smirks in satisfaction and motions Ryan to sit next to me. Now I'm in the middle. Bam goes for my neck kissing and sucking. While I’m left looking into his friend’s eyes. Ryan hesitated a little bit but then kissed me like it was the end of the world. My throat vibrated with moans and Bam’s hands made their way to my chest. Groping me through my top before pulling it over my chest to expose my tits. I gasped into Ryan’s mouth from the sudden movements. Ryan pulls back to look at my breasts, groaning at the sight. He pushes Bam’s hands away and replaces them with his own. Bam immediately starts to kiss me sloppily. As Ryan has begun sucking on my tits making sure both nipples get the same amount of attention. My moans gradually increase the hotter it gets. I push both the boys away from me. They give me a confused and concerned look. Before they could say anything I got down on my knees in front of them. Their eyes widened in realization before slightly scooting closer together so they weren't too far apart. I began to palm them through their jeans, both of them already hard. “I need you both now,” I whine. Immediately the two start fumbling with their belts whipping their dicks out.

I spit onto both of my hands and begin to jerk my boyfriend and his best friend off. Bam’s groaning and Ryan has his eyes closed letting out breathy moans. I wrap my mouth around Bam’s dick and begin to deep throat him. Trying to get his cock covered in as much saliva as possible. As my left hand continues to stroke Ryan’s Bam grabs my hair and pushes me down on his length a bit more. Groaning when he reaches the back of my throat. I push back off his lap and replace my mouth with my hand. I shift my attention to Ryan and I start to suck the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around it. And jerking off his shaft twisting up and down. Ryan’s heavily breathing with his eyes locked on mine. I continue to switch between the two men with my mouth, whilst jerking the other one off. Bam’s moans get louder letting me know that he's close. I have a hand on each of the men's shafts. I begin to firmly stroke Bam, twisting up and down. My tongue hovers over his tip waiting for his cum. With a final groan, Bam shoots his load onto my face. From the lewd image of my face covered in cum Ryan finishes in my hand. “Shit.” Ryan curses. I move my face towards my cum-covered hand and clean it up with my tongue. Both boys catch their breaths before sharing a chuckle. “I can’t believe we just fucking did that.” Ryan laughs. “I remove my hands from them, cleaning myself up with a nearby throw blanket. “Consider it an early Christmas present.” Bam continues. “You may wanna wash this…” I smirk, tossing the soiled blanket at Ryan. The two laugh as I get up to go to the bathroom. Until Bam interrupts my movements “Hey, where are you going? It’s your turn.”

#viva la bam #viva la bam x reader #ryan dunn #bam margera #bam margera x reader #ryan dunn x reader #jackass x reader #cky x reader #cky #jackass smut #jackass imagine #jackass #ryan dunn smut #bam margera smut #jackass hcs

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tojisun · 2 years

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OKAY BUT toji who's fully awake and refuses to acknowledge how soft he is with you first thing in the morning, refuses to acknowledge how clingy he is when sleepy so one morning, you film him and later on in the day, you show the video to him to prove his clinginess but he just blushes and looks away, saying that that's not actually him and you got a stunt double for the video sdkfjsnjsdkfns

STOP THATS SO CUTE OMG 😭 i can totally see that happening ldjwkej

re: when he walks in, i am loved; extra

like toji waking up earlier than you so he turns to his side to watch you as you sleep. he knows you have to be up in ten minutes and he knows you’d prefer it if you woke up earlier than the time you set on your alarm clock but you need as much rest as you can get so toji just pulls you in his arms and waits out the time. then, when your alarm goes off, he pretends to have been asleep.

he tries to tamp down his smile as he hears you muttering swears to hell and back, groaning and grumbling and being just so cute even when you are sleep deprived.

when you finally rouse from the bed, toji makes a show of waking up, yawning like he got awoken because of your alarm. he’d wait for you to whisper to him that he doesn’t need to be up yet but he’d just grunt and follow you to the kitchen anyways.

when you hover on the kitchen counter, toji wraps his arms around your waist and rests his cheek on the top of your head as you slowly prepare coffee. he used to do it for you but you told him that you would take over because the routine woke you up and set you on your day, so here he is now: shadowing you around at five am.

he is so so gentle. he’s gentle every time but there’s something a lot softer and more fragile and vulnerable at five am. toji wipes the dribble of coffee on the corner of your lips, and he prepares your clothes while you shower, and he buttons your shirt for you, and he cups your cheeks and kisses you on your forehead, and drops you off at the train station.

oh but when he’s sleepy? sure he can’t function a third of how he is when he’s wide awake, but my god he’s so clingy. he’d latch his hand around your wrist, tugging you back underneath the sheets but when you don’t budge, he’d stand up with you grumpily. you always have to hold his hand because he’d bump into a wall or the counter.

you used to just snap pictures of toji clinging onto you while he dozes off at any chance he gets but toji vehemently denies those actions so you turn to taping them. toji’s brows furrow as he watches the recent one: the video is shaky and your voice is still ragged with exhaustion as you say, “toji, dear? i need to leave now.”

toji watches himself whine as he wrapped his big arms around your front, mumbling, “don’t go.”

the whining on the video continued and you burst in laughter as toji’s cheeks explode in flames.

#suguruenjoyer #ask #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fluff #toji comfort #jjk x reader fluff #jjk x reader #sleepy toji saga continues #toji fushiguro #jjk #suns

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 2 years

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Can you write a fic where Daemon seduces Rhae’ Rhoyce’s younger sister after her death so he can have the Vale and a beautiful wife to warm his bed now that Rhaenyra is married?

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Fanon!Daemon Targaryen x Royce!Reader

summary: Daemon seduces Rhae’ Rhoyce’s younger sister after her death so he can have the Vale and a beautiful wife to warm his bed now that Rhaenyra is married?

Word count: 2,4K

Warnings: Angst, killing, kidnapping, forced marriage, rape

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Masterlist 2

"What is it, Ser?" You asked the guard who had ran into the room with a slight pant.

"My lady, Prince Daemon was spotted on Caraxes" He answered. You threw the letter in your hands on the table, you were still a young girl of ten and nine namedays and miraculously unwed or betrothed thanks to your sister Rhae who had refused every single man for you.

"Prince Daemon? I have not seen him in many moons" You picked up your dress and moved to walk out of the room. The guard was hot on your tail, unlike your sister you did not ride horses or wielded a sword, you were more ladylike, she cared for her people with the sword and you read their minor problems fixed by other means, hence the letter you were reading.

"I have no information, my lady" The guard responded. Your hurried your steps out of the grounds. Surely the red dragon was perched not far away. You hurried over, you never feared the beast ever since you accidentally encountered him several years back during your sister's wedding and he welcomed you with a growl but no harm befell you, even Prince Daemon was shocked.

Your heart stopped at the sight of Prince Daemon standing over the figure of your sister. She was laying on the ground unmoving. Your stomach dropped forcing you as well to pause your walking fearing stepping any closer to see what has befallen your sister. Prince Daemon raised his head letting the hood fall off to show his blonde-silver hair.

"Ahh Lady Royce, come join us" He held out his hand for you. You ignored him sprinting to your sister's side but she was unresponsive eyes wide open.

"Rhae?" You shook her but received no answer. Tears welled up in your eyes.

"You killed her!" You yelled turning to Daemon. He smirked with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Her horse was frightened of Caraxes, I had no hand in any of this, I was merely here to visit my wife" He said smugly. You do not know where you found the strength to push yourself up to your feet and slap him as hard as you could.

"You monster, you killed my sister!" You accused punching him. Your hands attacked his chest and pushed him back. You had inherited your sister's height but he was still a couple of inches taller than you were. He smirked during the entire ordeal not even staggering back, you may have inherited height but you did not inherit strength.

"You beast! You killed my only family!" Your tears were one of anger. He grabbed you hands before they could his face again. The guard who had followed you stayed frozen a couple of feet away.

"That is no way to speak to your future husband, lady Royce" He smirked as your face dropped. You wiggled to get out of his hold.

"Let me go you monster! I would rather let Caraxes eat me than marry the monster who had killed my sister!" You screamed fighting even harder to get out of his hold.

"Is that so? You have no choice, I will make you a princess, my princess" He smirked. A sob wrecked through your body but your fight did not cease.

"Let go-" Your words were cut off with his lips slamming against yours, teeth all, he loved the pain. You fought harder still screaming with your lips occupied.

"You scream too much, maybe I should cut off your tongue" He joked. You found no humour in his words trying a new tactic by stumping down on his foot but no use he did not let go of your hands, he merely groaned in pain and his expression morphed into a scowl.

"Someone should teach you some manners, Lady Royce" He grumbled. You fought even harder as he began pulling you inside. You even used a tactic you have seen children use and pushed your weight down crouching slightly but he only pulled harder dragging you.

"Stop it! Let me go!" You screamed. You wanted to go back to your sister's side, even when she was dead she gave you a sense of security. He huffed annoyed turning to face you, and easily pulled you over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

"Bad girl, screaming at your future husband" You smacked your behind. You cried louder hoping someone would come and save you but no one did, no one dared anger the Targaryen Prince with a fire breathing dragon almost as big as a whole castle.

"let me go" The fight in you was ceasing as hope simmered away. No one came and no one ever will. He walked into one of the rooms, it was your study where you had sat less than half an hour ago reading through the letters thinking your sister was merely out on a ride.

"Do not dream of it, princess" he let you down just a foot into the room. He closed the door and barred it before you could attempt to escape. You tried though, you really did but that only earned you a push back.

"You are going nowhere princess, I have some business to attend with you" He smirked. You pulled away when he reached for you. You could not run away from the room so you will run away from him. You turned around and bolted to the other side of the room putting as much distance as possible between you two.

"That will no work" he taunted following behind you. You moved again sprinting to another direction. You made him circle the room twice more before he finally grew bored of this game and caught you, he viewed this as a game instead of a punishment like you did. You wondered if the goods were punishing you for not praying long and hard enough.

"Please let me go" You resorted to begging. He smirked leaning his forehead against yours holding you hands to your sides so you would not push him away. Your entire body was shaking with either fear or furry neither of you knew.

"I love you begging, keep begging" He moaned against your lips. You turned your head away disgusted by this beats of a man. He did not like that and grabbed your chin roughly and kissed you. You bit down on his lip in an attempt to push him away but that did not work, it seemed he enjoyed it and deepened the kiss smearing blood all over your mouth and chin.

"My feisty princess" He moved you back until you bottom hit your desk. Tears began streaming down your face again. You could not believe that your own brother in law was about to rape you minutes after killing your sister.

"Don't do this, I beg you" You tried again. He loved you begging so you'll beg, maybe it will get through to him.

"More beg more" he groaned. He reached behind you for something, you realised too late that it was your shawl that you had taken off hours ago while going through the letters. He wrapped it around your waist and bounded your arms to your sides rendering your arms useless. all you could do was bend your elbows but that got you nowhere seeing as you could not use your strength or had the advantage of their length to push him away.

"Let me go" This time it was a demand. You had no choice, you were desperate to be released.

"Not today, lovely, today you either beg or I'll do something else" He leaned his head down. His lips began sucking at your neck and licking as of you were some delight.

"Let me go" You tried kicking him where it hurt most but his body was firmly pressed against yours and you ended up kneeing his thing, but not strong enough to hurt him.

"Alright then" He pushed you to sit down on the desk. Making quick work to remove his cloak and belt. Your eyes widened in shock as he forced it into your mouth. Your shook your head trying to stop him but that did not work. Now you could not do anything except coherently babble but no one would understand the words except yourself.

"Much better" He pulled his shirt over his head throwing it somewhere in the room. He leaned down again mouthing at your neck. You wiggled but no use he held you firmly. You did not see the dagger he pulled out until it was cutting through the layers of your clothes letting your breasts spill out of them. You cried harder but he did not care.

He took a nipple in his mouth. Your stomach did flips at the intimate action making you freeze. You cursed your body as it heated up the more he sucked and bit into your nipple. He mouthed at your breast creating bruises. You wanted kill yourself when you felt your small cloth growing wet. This was your brother in law, the man who married and killed your sister.

His hands moved up your legs pushing the dress higher and higher showing your thigh. He pushed the apart easily even when you tried pushing them close.

"My princess is such a pretty girl" He groaned rubbing his hard erection against your thigh. Your eyes widened at the size of him.

"Lets take a look, shall we?" he moved his hand up to pull your small cloth off.

"You're wet! You like me being rough? You like me killing for you?" Amusement laced his words. You tried screaming 'Fuck you' but it only came out as a jumbled letters with his belt in your mouth.

"Oh you will" He grinned evilly seeing the horror on your face when you realised he understood. You shook your head furiously as he pushed a finger inside, it was uncomfortable but your body welcome it despite your protest with yourself.

"You're sucking my finger in so well, pretty girl" He leaned against your ear to whisper. His remained hand moved behind your head holding it in place. Your body shivered with pleasure. You hated yourself so bad but you could not help but enjoy his touch.

A moan slipped your lips as he added a second then a third finger opening you up. You could feel your slick slither out with the movement of his fingers.

"Do you know why I killed Rhae?" He asked. He pulled back to look at you. To watch your reaction. Your walls tightened around his fingers, you were close.

"To get you, I wanted you from the moment I saw you" He admitted. A broken sob left your lips. It was all your fault.

"Even Caraxes loves you" It was all your fault. Rhae is dead because of you, because that monster wanted you and yet he you were shaking and moaning as yous spasmed around his fingers.

"That's it, cum on my fingers pretty girl, cum on the fingers that killed your sister" You screamed trying to wiggle away from him but he held you in place with the hand on the back of your head. You cried and wiggled as your body gave into his command cumming so hard you almost fainted.

"Sȳz riña" Good girl. You wanted to kill him right then and there. He pulled his finger out of your hole only to put them in his mouth, sucking and licking off your release. You wanted to drop dead when that made you squirm with want even more.

"You taste heavenly, pretty girl" He groaned in your ear. He sucked on your earlobe long enough to distract you as he pulled his cock out. You fought harder when you felt the tip touch your entrance.

"Shhh shhhh" He placed both his hands on your hips holding them in place, pushing in slowly. His head fell back groaning loudly, unashamed of being heard. You felt your maidenhead break at one point as he pushed inside.

"So tight and perfect for me" He leaned his forehead on yours. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly basking in your walls and pleasure.

"I'm going to pump you full of my seed and wed you with my cum running down your legs" He picked up the pace. You wiggled but your body soon betrayed you giving into him. Your head fell back with a cry, he had found that magical spot inside you that you did not know you had. Your body fell back on the desk unable to hold your own weight with so much pleasure coursing through you.

You wanted to yell at him to stop but nothing came out except moans and cries of pleasure. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he pushed his cock deeper and harder inside of you. Your legs shook uncontrollably by his sides. He held them with his hands higher until they rested on his shoulders. With this new position he reached deeper into you.

"You feel so good, pretty girl" He praised leaning down folding you in half. He placed a kiss on your lips and his belt. He moved his head down to the croak of your neck kissing and sucking again.

You cried when you felt his thumb touch your numb. You knew of your clit, you had touched yourself before and now you were ashamed that some times it was to the thought of him, the man who had killed your sister.

"Cum again, make me feel you cum on my cock, the cock your sister begged for but never got" He sounded on the verge of cumming himself. You shook your head not wanting to give him the pleasure of knowing he could make you cum. But your body had other thoughts, your eyes rolled back from the pleasure and your shook even harder.

"Fuck" Daemon cursed feeling your squirt around his cock. He thrusted harder trying to reach his own orgasm not caring that you were falling unconscious with each snap of his hips.

"Pretty girl" He moaned as his cock pulsed inside you filling your womb with his seed.

"Oh my pretty girl" he caressed your face gently seeing you laying there on the desk chest heaving and eyes droopy with exhaustion.

"You'll make a fine wife" He complimented. Reality slowly dawned on you again. Sob after sob left your bounded mouth eyes closing in shame. You fucked your sister's husband after he killed her and enjoyed it.

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take two || c. leclerc x reader

pairing: charles leclerc x reader request: yes / no summary: last christmas you broke his heart. this one he's showing up at your doorstep asking for another shot. word count: 2.8k warnings: angst. fem reader. nsfw scene.

you hated christmas.

it was a fact everyone and their mother seemed to know by now. you’d stopped getting the dinner invitations because everyone remotely associated with you knew it just wouldn’t happen. you hated christmas and it would stay that way.

for a fleeting moment, you had loved it.

growing up, your family life wasn’t exactly easy. holidays were something to dread instead of something to look forward to. sitting at a table being polite with the people that hated your guts with the feelings equal parts reciprocated weren’t exactly core childhood memories. all stuff you’d rather just forget and pretend never happened.

a knock at your door on this cold, miserable christmas eve, made you only ignore it. carollers, probably. there was nobody you could imagine behind that door you wanted to speak to - any friend or family member would be celebrating. you just stayed focused on whatever video your youtube spiral had brought you to. but to your annoyance, the knocker seemed insistent. it went silent for a moment, before a second round. then silence. third round. silence. with the fourth round you let out your frustrations in the form of a groan that would surely be audible to whoever was outside.

in your wildest dreams you wouldn’t have imagined your ex-boyfriend at the door.

when you started dating charles, someone who looked forward to every christmas and was beyond excited to spend it with you, you just about had to cave in. begrudgingly and with many grumbled complaints, but he made you love it.

for two years. two years in a row that felt like two seconds.

the third christmas you spent with him didn’t quite go as well.

“charles.” you said, shock evident in your face. you fought to keep your tone even.

there he was, as beautiful as ever. still the man you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with. still that bright-eyed boy you’d fallen for. still charles.

“what are you doing without a jacket, what the hell?” of course that was your question. not a why the hell are you here?, although that would make sense to ask. first and foremost you were concerned for him.

he was shivering. of course he was. the snow neared a borderline blizzard at this point, and the most for warmth he had was an old sweater and a beanie. not even any gloves for his hands; he’d opted to sticking his hands behind his arms as he shivered. to his defense, it hadn’t been snowing this majorly ten minutes ago.

you tried not to frown at the sight of that sweater. you knew it very well, as you’d spent many hours before wearing it.

“c-can i come in, please?” he asked, stuttering over the cold. you didn’t answer, only gently grabbing his arm and pulling him inside. you closed the door behind him despite wishing he was outside it rather than in.

you started walking towards your living room, and he followed. you didn’t look back to see, but he took his time. glancing around. taking in the comfortable familiarity of it all, and taking in all the differences. it felt… strange. for some time, this was essentially his second home. and now, it held parts of the home he once knew, but it’d also transformed and altered itself in ways he had trouble grasping. it made him ache just as much as his presence made you ache.

pushing aside the laptop you were previously watching on, you sat down on your couch. at your gesture, he did the same. facing one another, you were almost close enough for your legs to touch, but not quite. mere inches separated you but to both it felt like miles.

one year apart felt like one eternity and one hour all at once. so far, yet so near.

you guys watched each other for a bit. no words, just unbroken eye contact. in him you saw a man you once regarded as your home and your one true love yet also a man who’d indirectly caused inimaginable pain. when he looked back, he saw the person he wanted once to marry. the person he still would marry, if he could. the person who’d torn his heart into a hundred little pieces.

then, you sighed. dipped your head, let it hang for a second as your hand came up to rub your temples. you looked back up at him. “what are you doing here, charles?”

“i…” he trailed off, lips pursing together. he moved slightly closer. not enough to touch, but getting there. “i miss you, y/n.”

you shifted uncomfortably. “shouldn’t you be celebrating right now? with friends, or family?”

“i’d rather be here.”

“charles…” you sucked in a sharp breath, willing yourself not to get too emotional. “you can’t- no. you can’t just show up here. we’re over, remember?”

he chuckled, but it lacked any sense of humor. “of course i remember.” he responded bitterly. “all too well i remember it.”

“then you should know that you’re not supposed to be here.” you stated while straightening your posture and the hoodie you had on. a year ago, a hoodie you’d be wearing would be his. but since everything changed… your hoodie fitted normally instead of being several sizes up and instead of comfort you felt coated in sadness.

“don’t you miss it?” he asked, looking particularly sad after the question. like he was begging for a yes.

you squeezed your eyes shut. “of course i miss it.”

“then why can’t we just-”

“you know why, charles.” you interrupted.

you’d wanted to breakup with him for a week now. the only reason you haven’t is because christmas was right around the corner, and you’d rather not ruin his favorite holiday for him. you loved him too much.

you didn’t want to separate from him. you wanted to separate from his life and everything that came with it. after three years, it had become too much. every move of yours felt watched. everything you did was commented on, as was everything about you - anything from your weight to the cost of the clothes you wore. every few weeks, cheating or break up rumors circulated. you didn’t even feel like you could be anywhere around his city with him without being filmed or photographed. on top of that, he was always gone. and you knew he had to be, but you couldn't do it. the distance was too much. you had your own career, one that prevented you from just following him anywhere.

it was too much. some people were built for this lifestyle, they could handle it. some enjoyed the fame, basked in it. some didn’t like it, but were willing to tolerate it. you weren’t any of these people.

you wanted to handle it more than anything else. you wanted to stay, keep loving the guy you once thought you were meant to be with. but slowly, as it all ate at you, you came to the painful realization that he wasn’t the man for you. maybe in another world, but not one where he led this lifestyle. and you knew he’d drop it for you, but you couldn’t ask him for that and wouldn’t allow him to do it if he offered.

you’d tell him after christmas.

“cookies are ready!” charles called out in a sing-song voice, coming your way with a warm plate. as he sat down with a smile that seemed to light up the entire world, you felt your heart sink even lower. “now will you tell me what’s been bugging you lately, my love?”

the question caught you off guard, and that showed in the way your hand froze for a second on its way to the cookies. recovering as fast as you could, you grabbed one and took a bite. “what do you mean?”

did he really notice?

stupid question. of course he did. he knew you too long and far too well to be fooled by even your best performances.

“can we not do this, please?” he asked, setting down the plate without even grabbing one for himself.

“do what?”

“this.” he said, as if that were in the slightest clarifying. “the whole… i’m fine, thing. i don’t like it. please, can we just talk about it?”

“charles, i don’t-” you weakly attempted only for him to cut you off.

“please.”

you set down your unfinished cookie along with the rest. you brushed your hands together over the plate more so to stall for time than to get rid of the crumbs on your fingers. with a deep sigh you placed your hands in your laps. “we need to break up, charles.”

you didn’t anticipate the crack in your voice or the way your throat felt like it was closing up. why did this hurt so bad?

likewise, he hadn’t anticipated the words out of your mouth or the way they felt like a punch to the gut. it didn’t sound right. it didn’t feel right. “what?”

“we need to break up.” you repeated, struggling to keep yourself level.

“wha- i don’t… i don’t understand.” he said. not a single part of him even tried to hold back the hurt in his voice or all over his face. “why?”

“i can’t do this anymore. i just… i just can’t.”

“be with me?”

“yeah.”

“did i…” he took a pause and a deep breath. “i did something, didn’t i? what did i do? please, i’m sorry, whatever it was, i didn’t mean to hurt you, i-”

“no.” you shook your head rapidly, putting a finger to his mouth to shush him. “no. you didn’t do anything. this isn’t your fault.”

“do you still love me?”

that’s what broke you. your hand fell from his face to his lap as a sob broke loose. despite now being freshly broken up, he instinctively pulled you in and let you cry on his shoulder. it wasn't loud enough to hear but he cried, too.

“so much.” you finally answered. your tired arms clung onto him like he was your last lifeline.

his voice shook, as did his arms when he pulled you off of himself. he searched your face as if he’d find an answer there. “but why, then? why, my love?”

“it’s your lifestyle, i can’t… i can’t do it, charlie. i just can’t. your fans put me under a microscope and i can’t handle it anymore. you’re constantly gone, and i have my own work, and-”

“i’ll quit.” he butted in. you knew he’d say that.

“no. no. you can’t. not for me.”

“but i can’t lose you,” he whispered, leaning forward until his forehead met yours.

you don't know how long you stayed in that position. foreheads touching, tears falling in some sick synchronization. it felt equal parts torturous and therapeutic. but eventually, you were the one to stop it.

“you need to go.” you whispered, not pulling away.

“please.” he pleaded, almost silent. the desperation made you want to cry even more.

“please go, charles.”

and so, with a heart heavier than the weight of the entire world, he did.

merry fucking christmas.

“isn’t it worth another chance. a take two?” he asked, and it reminded you of how he pleaded with you that fateful christmas eve. now you felt like breaking down and you wanted it all to stop.

“it won’t work.” you shook your head. “i want it to. i really do.”

“just a try?” he didn’t care that he sounded pathetic. he didn’t care that he was begging that just for a moment you would love him enough to take the chance. he didn’t care how low he was stooping for this.

“charles-” and that’s when you burst into tears.

and like a goddamn broken record, he got close enough to pull you in.

suddenly you remembered all the times you found home in his arms. how he seemed perfectly molded to you. as you cried against his chest, you relived the thousand memories you’ve been trying to avoid.

“i can't. you know i can’t.” you sobbed.

“i know.” he whispered back, his hand making its way to the back of your neck. slowly, gently, pulling you upward.

and you found yourself exactly where you were a year ago. forehead against his. teary eyes screwed shut.

maybe he knew nothing would come of this, just a harsh fall. part of him still hoped, but maybe he knew he’d just have the chance to hold you, if nothing else. even through his heartbroken haze, he knew you guys wouldn’t happen again.

after several minutes, he was the one to speak. “can i stay? i’ll leave in the morning. i just need to… i need to be with you. please.”

you knew where this would go.

you knew it. and you knew it wouldn't be good for you. you knew this would set back the progress you’d been trying so hard for. all you wanted to do was get over him.

but how could you say no?

“okay.”

your tears had dried but the sadness still lingered as heavy as the snow. his hand had moved to your hip, traveling up under your sweater.

without thought, recklessly, driven by your careless wants, you kissed him. like he’d done so many times, he kissed back.

there weren’t fireworks or an explosion of feelings or butterflies. there never were with him. instead there was warmth and security. like you knew this was exactly what you were made for. like he was what you were built for.

the kissing quickly became deeper, your shared hurt fueling the passion. it was only interrupted when he started to pull off your hoodie. in turn, you took off his.

you weren’t wearing a bra, and all he had underneath the sweater was a shirt. that came off right after, finding a place on your living room floor. just like before.

his lips moved from yours to your jaw, your neck, your breasts. taking his sweet time, knowing this was the last time. his lips as soft and familiar as always.

after removing your sweatpants and underwear he peppered kisses down across your belly, then moved ever so slightly to the side when he got lower. kissing your thigh instead of your core. he didn’t mean to tease and he wasn’t planning on. he was just prolonging this.

it didn’t take long for him to move right to where you wanted him most. tongue moving through your folds, you gasped at the feeling. it’s happened so many times before, but each time was better than the last. had he been getting practice in the meantime? you tried to dismiss that thought.

while your hips bucked towards his face helplessly, he ate you out like a man starved. attention on your clit, it was only a matter of time until your orgasm washed over you.

you missed the way he made you cum, and he missed having you all spread out for him.

you moved to return the favor and take him into your mouth, but he just shook his head. “no. i just need to be inside you, now, my love.”

you frowned but didn’t protest as he laid you down flat and finished undressing. now hovering over you with his elbows resting on either side of you, his lips met yours again as he lined himself with your entrance.

he took his time sinking into you. making you moan as he entered you inch by inch. once he bottomed out, your legs wrapped themselves around his waist tightly and he began thrusting.

the both of you liked the rougher sessions but now he only showed softness with his gentle rocking. through the pleasure, the both of you still felt the sadness radiating off one another, but you just let yourselves hope you’d fuck it away and deal with the feelings in the morning.

“you feel so good, ma chérie.” he said into your ear, pace slow but pleasurably consistent. you almost dared to say the sex hasn’t felt this good before - it always has been amazing, but something about the sorrow behind your every movement made it different. “always so fucking good for me.”

he lasted long, as he always did. he had you a whimpering mess below him as you both reached your climaxes at the same time. and as you always did, you let him release inside of you.

god, you both missed this.

in the aftermath you two found yourselves tangled in eachother, passed out on your living room couch. when the morning comes, he’ll have to go and you’ll have to relive the pain all over again. but for now, you just held eachother like you used to.

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life-is-unreal · 2 months

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Stranger Danger~ {Genshin x reader} Teyvat Chapter 12 - The one and only Holy Lyre

*long chap

"Y/N! Y/N! Wakey wakeyyyyy!"

You groaned, pushing a certain fairy's head away. "Paimon, your hair is tickling me."

"We're going to meet up with Venti after dinner, you wanna go to Good Hunter's? Ooooh, Paimon loves their food!"

Abruptly opening your eyes, you shot up. "Dinner? It's night time already?"

Paimon crossed her arms, "Did you seriously sleep through the entire day? What were you doing when me and Aether were away?"

"Stuff. Yeahhh, let's go to Good Hunter's, I think I have enough money for a fried egg."

Aether popped his head in through the door. "Umm, are you sure? I can pay if you want?"

"Yeah! It's not healthy to just eat one egg for an ENTIRE day!" Paimon yelled, "Paimon would've eaten a hundred fried eggs if she could only eat eggs!"

"No seriously, I'm not hungry." You pushed Paimon out, "I'm gonna change, give me a minute girly pop."

The feeling of dread settled in your stomach when you read the clock, it had been over twelve hours and you, a gigantic foodie, still wasn't feeling hunger. "I would've eaten two burgers already." you grumbled, were you modified by the game? It would make sense since characters only needed to eat when they needed to heal or when they just felt like it. However, Paimon's words made sense for once. It wasn't normal. Would your body in Earth fail due to starvation and fatigue?

"I should probably eat..." You couldn't afford to return back to Earth and find that your body was already dead and you also couldn't afford Paimon or Aether noticing your weirdness.

"I thought you were only ordering for a Teyvat fried egg?" Paimon gaped at your third meal.

"I was joking." You cried silently inside, all your mora that you've earned by climbing walls and running around roofs were all gone. You were seriously considering to go to Leila and ask her to find you a job. "I need to finish the job quest quickly, Imma starve at this point..." you mumbled.

"Huh? You say something?" Paimon scratched her head.

"Must be your stomach rumbling. Go eat some more Paimon, you're a growing fairy you know." You pushed her towards Aether.

"Ooooh Aether! Can you get me another Mint Jelly? They're sooo goood."

"Paimon! That's your fifth Mint Jelly! We already have no mora for tomorrow!" Aether side eyed you.

Ignoring his eye daggers, you smile innocently, "But Aetherrrr , you could just pay up when you have enough mora..."

Sara who just happened to be passing by nodded, "Yes, we allow our customer to be in debt. They get to pay it on their next meal, however no more than ten thousand mora is allowed to be in debt. Should I write it up?"

Giggling, you stood up, "Aether, I'd be by the Cathedral. Toodles Paimon!"

-.-.-.

"Heeyyy Venti." You whispered next to his ear.

"Gahhhhh!" The boy yelped, choking on his dandelion wine. Venti wiped his mouth, glaring at you softly.

"You knew that I was there the whole time Mr Anemo Archon." You rolled your eyes, swiping a bottle of dandelion wine from his hand.

"I wasn't expecting you to whisper in my ear! Hey! That's my last unopened bottle!" Venti gaped at you as you guzzled half of the bottle down.

"Thank you, I will be keeping the entire bottle." You ignored his protests, the bottle disappearing in your hands as you placed it in your inventory. You didn't bother to put it in the infinite capacity bag from Skirk, Venti was a god. Why the fuck would he bother asking?

"So uhhh, how did you find out?" Venti giggled nervously, taking a cautious sip of dandelion wine.

You snorted. "Mr Anemo Archon, there is a big ass statue of you right in front of us. I don't know how your citizens don't notice but it's quite obvious that you are you."

Venti leaned closer, his turquoise eyes sparking in amusement, "And you never doubted that I purposefully made it so that no one would recognize me?"

You shrugged, "Why would I doubt it? You're Barbatos. You do whatever shit you want and that includes casting random voodoo shit, oh, and stealing your own lyre."

The god snickered hysterically, "Voodoo? Of course not. Why would I ever cast Voodoo? However, I must say that I'm quite surprised that you noticed immediately. The power of my spells are quite strong. As for the lyre..." He hummed quietly.

"Blub."

"What the fuck. Didn't I put you in the closet?" Your eyes went wide as Bob landed in front of you.

"He was in your hair the whole time. Did you not notice?" Venti raised your eyes.

"What the- Nevermind." You glared at the little cryo slime. "Next time. Stay put."

"Blub." Bob's eyes turned teary, little icicles dropping on the stone floor.

"What- Hey. Hey! Don't cry! Bob!" You cradled the little cryo slime in your arms.

Venti stared at the two of you in confusion. Were slimes supposed to act like this? But ever since you and Aether's little group had been sighted, things had been getting weirder and weirder. Not to mention his occasional forgetfulness and moments when his memories get blurrier and blurrier.

The bard raised his brows as he noticed two jarring figures in the distance. He sighed, finishing his bottle of wine, the glass bottle crumbling under his touch before turning into gusts of wind.

Unaware to him, you were staring at him the whole time so the glass bottle literally folding into itself like some origami made you make a mental note on not to piss Venti off.

Bitch is definitely not the weakest Archon. If he is, I'm doomed.

"So... 'The Holy Lyre der Himmel' is..." Paimon waved at you before turning back to Venti.

Venti crossed his arms, "One of the most treasured items in Mondstadt. It's the lyre that Barbatos used to play."

You coughed, hiding the uncontrollable smirk that was creeping up your face.

Aether looked at you weirdly, he was still salty on you leaving him in Good Hunter and making him pay for the bill. Gosh, Paimon's five mint jellies, three honey roasts and two chicken skewers would be his nightmare.

"With it, perhaps I can help Dvalin draw his gentle nature back out of this nightmare he's going through."

"Will it really stop Stormterror from causing more damage?" Paimon raised her brows, ohhh, she was soooo suspicious of this green bard. She was going to give him an ugly nickname.

Venti puffed his chest out, "Of course! I'm the best bard in the world. There's not a single song I do not know, no matter if it's from the past, present or future."

Gee, wonder why...

"Look me in the eyes, do you not find me trustworthy?"

We met for a few days mate. If Aether wasn't Aether he wouldn't have bothered with anything.

"...Just what is that in your eyes!?"

"Soooo how we gonna get it?"

"Why do you think we're here Paimon?" You ruffled her hair. Goddd it was sooo fluffy. Were you jealous? Yes.

"It's in the Cathedral?"

"Aether, please don't tell me you're turning into Paimon."

"HEY!"

Venti coughed, "I'll go take a look around, you can come if you want."

You rolled your eyes, "Hurry up. I'll be waiting outside." Pushing the doors open, you threw the three of them in. You weren't going to embarrass yourself or get second hand embarrassment. No. Just no.

It didn't take long for the trio to emerge again. Around five minutes? Maybe three minutes.

"Y/N! That bard want's us to steal the lyre. STEAL IT!" Paimon hissed in your ear.

You snickered softly, "Paimonn, it's fine. You're going to do a lot more abnormal stuff." The last part was whispered.

"So uhhh, we're going to wait for some time before sneaking back in." Aether pulled Paimon back.

The time function should work now right?

"Wait a second Aether." You rushed off, pulling your phone out, you tapped the glitchy Genshin App. Or the creepy Gen shit as you call it.

"Timmmee function. Ok, fast forward for two hours..."

Suddenly, you were yanked backwards by an unknown force. "Holy-"

Holy shit indeed. You, Y/N L/N, was looking at yourself, from a third person view.

You watched, mouth agape as the 'you' started to talk with Aether and the five of you started going around the city as Venti gave you guys a little tour. Since everything was happening double the speed, you had no idea what they were saying nor the details of the little tour.

"Yo Y/N. You there?" Paimon crossed her arms. "You're blanking out again."

Your eyes gradually focused, a surge of memories attacking your brain. It was all the events that had happened the past two hours. They were all very vague, as if you had actually been there.

A dark thought flitted across your mind, what if there's someone who could control time out there? People would be acting the same and no one would notice it. Except the unfortunate person would have to watch themselves do random stuff from a third perspective and then get attacked by memories depending on the time. It's almost like someone's possessing you but that someone is 'you'.

And if someone managed to control time on someone that wasn't themselves, could it be possible that they could watch their entire life or even worse possess someone else's life? Ohhh, and if they had the ability to wipe away memories...

"Y/NNNN!!!!" Paimon screeched. "Are you even listening to me?!" Paimon could feel her eyes twitching, she called you for a million times and you were just standing there like a statue.

"My bad. We're going to rob it now right?" You petted her head.

Paimon sniffed snidely, "Duuuhh. They're already inside, Paimon's only out here waiting for you because you're Paimon's friend."

"Awwww. That's actually so sweet." Paimon reminded you of a certain annoying pinkette that was actually pretty sweet if you ignore her arrogance.

"Let's head inside." She avoided your eyes, dragging you into the Cathedral.

"Don't be shy. Go." Venti beckoned the three (four if Bob on your head is considered) of you towards the basement.

"Why's there so many fucking stairs." You grumbled, you thanked mihoyo for not implementing the flights of stairs that it took to enter the basement, you counted up to a hundred and twenty before giving up. Basements were not meant to be this deep.

"We're here." Aether whispered.

"Let's separate. We have too many people. That's a big target." You whispered back, "Imma go that way. Bye bye."

Why's there so many guards? It seemed like half of the city's knights were all crowded in the basement. And yet there's barely anyone on the outside...

"Who're you!"

Oh well, they're there. You hurried to the chamber holding the Holy Lyre der Himmel.

A cicin mage stood there, she placed a finger to her lips.

"Sshhhhhh."

And with a bright flash of purple, she was gone.

"She...disappeared?!"

You heard footsteps. "Aether, on my mark."

"Freee! What are you doing here?"

"Go!"

Earning a few startled gasps, the three of you managed to escape the cathedral with ease. Probably not the best decision to only have knights in the basement.

"Venti! We're busted! Run!" Paimon screamed as the stampede of footsteps started to get louder and louder.

"What? Follow me!"

With a wave of his hands, wind currents appeared. A wing glider appeared and he zoomed off.

"Y/N. You don't have a wind glider..." Aether yelled.

"I can fly if I want to. It's fine, I know where he's going!" Wind currents, unfortunately didn't work on anything that wasn't a wind glider but it didn't matter. You didn't go to the bar just for drinks yesterday. You found several routes and knew where people were scarce.

"Why walk when you can fly?" you muttered as the knights finally got out of the cathedral.

You snickered as one of them noticed you. "B-byeeee!" You jumped down from the railings, directing a gust of wind to catch you right before you were going to fall to your death. Your health stats were still pretty low due to zero artifacts equipped.

"You- You're here before us?" Aether panted. You and Venti were already in front of the tavern. "When you were away, I walked around."

Venti glanced at you suspiciously, he definitely didn't say that he was going to go to Angel's Share but he didn't bother asking.

"Master Diluc, this is the account's for this week."

"Hmmm, the disaster has greatly affected business." a monotone voice made your eyes light up.

"Bitch is stunnninggg." Truth be told, Genshin's designers fucked up realll bad when the Diluc in game and this Diluc looked sooo different.

There was this urge to just poke his gorgeous face and mess up his floofy hair.

"Hi, we'd like a seat at your, uh...least conspicuous table."

"Umm...The second floor has fewer customers. You'd be less conspicuous up there...But aren't you a bard? Why not sit front and center?" Diluc frowned slightly.

"Hahaha, let's save the paid performance for next time. We'll be heading up now, see you in a bit!"

"Hey, keep an eye on them. There's something strange about that bard. I'll go ask around." Diluc's eyes never left from your little group.

"Ask who, exactly?" Charles asked.

"The 'protectors' of Mondstadt."

Diluc noticed the girl from the group stopping at a crowded table when one of the guys waved at her.

"Oh! Master Diluc, that girl came yesterday. Not that the information is valuable." Charles mentioned.

"Ah, Master Diluc. Have you seen three thieves around?"

You and Aether gazed down from the second floor when Otto and Miles approached the man.

"What happened? Why have you mobilized so many guards?"

"Haven't you heard, Master Diluc? Two thieves were trying to steal the Holy Lyre!"

Diluc frowned slightly, he could feel the gazes from other customers in the tavern. "Oh? How odd."

"Isn't it? The holy lyre is a treasure that was played by the God of Anemo themselves. Such a precious piece of cultural heritage-" Miles was cut off by Diluc.

"Why would one want to steal something they can't sell off? Would pay better to steal from my cellars..."

"..."

"Huh?"

Diluc waved his hand, "Sorry, off topic. Believe they headed that way."

"Understood. Thank you, Master Diluc!"

After the knights left, the four of you headed down. "Today I think I'll have a glass of..."

"You can put down that bottle you stole from behind the counter."

"...something cold."

Diluc raised his brows.

"Right. I want answers."

Blahblahblahblab. You were considering to go to a certain group of people who were eavesdropping on the conversation.

You were cued the moment you lifted your foot. "Hot shot? So you two and the bard are close friends?"

"We're not close, actually."

Diluc nodded slightly, "Well...Despite only being passing travelers, you still offered your help to Mondstadt in its time of need." his eyes narrowed slightly, "A shame you joined the Knights."

"Nah, we did not." You shook your head firmly.

"You did not." Aether corrected you.

"Yeah. You, are helping out of the goodness of your heart. I'm helping for mora and rewards. Me and the Knights have a fat grudge." You scowled.

"Wait...So they actually threw you into prison?"

Diluc coughed, "So you were that person who they thought was a fatui spy."

"The Knights of Favonius...Inefficient right from beginning to end. And towards the Fatui? Weak and conservative. Forget it. I don't feel like talking about it."

"Imma agree with him on this one. It's pretty much just the vision holders doing their work. There are some good non vision holder knights that are good but most of them are just doing their own thing. Like those three bitches that landed me in fucking prison because of my clothes." You snarled.

"Seems the two of you don't really like the Knights of Favonius." Venti commented.

"Try going to prison man."

"Just differences in approach is all. I have my own hopes for this city." You raised your thumb.

The security of Mondstadt was basically from: One, Jean and the vision holder knights. Two, Diluc the Darknight Hero. Three, other vision holders like Diona and Sucrose. Four, adventurers and good Knights. Five, Knights that barely do shit. Six, civilians and shitty Knights.

"Now, answers. Why did you steal the Holy Lyre?"

Ok this shit gonna take a long while.

"Aether, Imma go talk to some people. Bye."

With that, you plopped your ass next to Leila.

"Wowwww, when I meant get yourself a job. I did not mean steal the Holy Lyre." The blonde looked at Diluc before focusing on you.

"Someone else stole it though. The fatui to be exact." You accepted the glass of dandelion wine. Quite refreshing after all those stairs and running.

"Fatui? Lemme guess, a cicin mage." Jace downed a shot of vodka.

"How'd you guess?"

"Being a treasure hoarder means that we have to fight off any beings that wish to steal treasure that we've stolen. Some fatui fight us when they're low on mora and let me tell you. Loads of treasure hoarders die when they're up against them. The cicin mages and the burly ones are especially annoying. The cicin mages just teleport and teleport. I almost died to one a few years ago. I would prefer fighting other treasure hoarders."

"Other treasure hoarders?"

"Oh yeaahhh. You might not know but there's gangs. Probably not the official name but some gangs are allies, some gangs are rivals. Me and Jace are with different groups but we're allies and we're also pretty high up in terms of ranking. Normal treasure hoarders have no breaks. They're basically like servants and meat shields. Gotta work your way up or you'll die by blocking a blow." Leila clasped her hands together.

"Y/N, you should go. Your lil friend group's leaving. Remember to find us to get a better job." Raye shooed you away.

"It's not my job-"

"Yeah yeah. Shoo."

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bonus - chapter eleven: he better lock it down*

pairing: Bucky barnes x plus-sized!reader

summary: Six months ago, you were appointed to be Head Nurse to the Avengers by Tony Stark. Every day, you count your lucky stars, knowing the horrible past you quickly ditched back in England. It holds you back, restrains you, from getting close to anyone when on your new job.

That's until you met and fell in love with Bucky Barnes. The supposed assassin with a heart of gold, who seems to be eager to get to know you. To peel back your layers piece by piece, but could you trust him once you're laid before him raw and vulnerable?

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PREVIOUS PART -- CHAPTER TEN: I DON'T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND

warnings: smut(18+ PLEASE: thigh riding, one orgasm, dry humping, softdom!Bucky, praise(good girl), just soft smut tbh), feelings

word count: 3.5k

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A/N: my first time publishing smut I wrote lol...hope it's not too bad?? idk I've never had an orgasm bc im sexually dysfunctional (yay hormones!) so im sorry if its wrong? my source is literally other smut fics! hope u enjoy the bonus chapter!! so excited for you guys to read

“Buck, I’m being serious, get closer.” You’re already shivering in bed, and Bucky just won’t budge the way you need him to. He’s helped you put on fuzzy socks, got out the extra thick duvet and has stuck to you like a second skin, and you’re still freezing.

“Doll, I can’t physically do that.” At this point, the sun’s begun to rise, the both of you still wide awake after catching approximately one hour of sleep, and you feel like you’re beginning to annoy Bucky. He kisses your hair lovingly, chuckling at how cold you are, even when you’re tightly pressed with your back to his chest. You just grumble, the past few days leaving you overly exhausted, and the subzero temperature truly isn’t helping. You’d think, having lived all your life in England you’d get used to it.

But you fear there’s no force on Earth that could’ve prepared you for the New York cold.

“I have one idea. Do you trust me, doll? I promise, I won’t do anything you don’t want.” You grab his forearm with your free hand, the other encased in his metal one, your head resting against its bicep. The near silent whirs are extremely calming, and you find yourself wishing and praying that all of your responsibilities disappear, just so you can lay here with him.

“Of course, Buck. Go ahead.”

“Can I touch you?” His voice is a near whisper, a brand new edge to it that you had been teased with a few hours ago, when his thumb has pressed against your teeth as he commanded you to moan for him.

“Yes.” After a moment’s pause, your voice comes out more breathy than expected, your heart already racing. He misinterprets it.

“Hey, don’t worry doll. It’s just me.” He rubs at your hip, kissing the shell of your ear.

“I know. I…please, Buck. Touch me. Make me feel warm.” You feel your eyes close at he gently traces his hand down your thigh and grabbing the inside of it, almost missing the way he groans at the touch of your soft skin. You’re wearing nothing but his oversized T-shirt he all but begged you to wear, along with your panties, and dear God he’s been trying his best to act like it’s not driving him crazy for the past couple of hours. His fingers are so warm, your entire body shivers at the change in temperature.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty baby. That’s it, good girl.” You can’t stop the whine that slips past your lips as you comply. You don’t know how you’ve gotten here, but in this state of mind you would do anything he asks, anything at all.

He slips his thigh between the both of your legs, pressing it against right where they meet, and you suppose that’s the benefit of being a super soldier. Bucky’s body is like a warm furnace that is now attached to more of you than ever before, and you let out a sigh of relief and let your body fully relax against the mattress.

“That feel better, pretty girl?” God, his voice is so sexy, you could listen to it for hours and hours on end.

“Uh huh. Much. Thanks, Buck. I’m so sorry I kept you up so late, I’m sure you must have so much work to do and I just wasted all of your precious sleeping time.” You pout, even though he can’t see you.

He kisses the back of your neck again. “Not a single moment with you is wasted, doll. Plus I have the day off. I have this really sexy nurse taking care of me, right now. And she’s advised me to take a break today because of all of my injuries.”

“Mm, I think she also has a holiday. The last few shifts have been…rough, to say the least.”

It’s quiet for a while, and so you let your eyes close, finally ready to give in to the temptress of sleep, whispering so sweetly against your eyelids to just give in.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is hard, unsteady. Heavy with the burden of guilt.

“Hey, what are you apologising for? It’s not your fault I was whisked away on a mission and then had to work a double shift the second I came back because Denise suddenly got food poisoning. Unless…you didn’t feed her that chicken did you?”

“Oh, God no. I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot barge pole with the way she’s treated you.”

The both of you giggle at that, eyes still closed. You shuffle, ever so slightly to try and get more comfy against your personal radiator, and subconsciously grind your hips down. The friction is just right, and it makes you gasp. “S—Sorry, I’m just trying to—.”

“Do it again.” His voice is dark in a way that has your mouth parting, and your hips comply for you, before you can even think of a single word to move past your lips. You turn to bury your face in his arm, to stifle any noise you might make as you give in. Eager to please, eager to be pleased.

He shudders, hand on your hip gripping tightly, almost making sure to leave a pretty bruise behind, a mark he was ever here, with you like this.

“Don’t hide your face baby. Let me hear you, let me hear all those pretty noises you make.” You’re already panting, eyes fluttering closed at his rough voice and sweet praise.

“S—Sorry, I’m just a little shy, I think.” You don’t really know why you’re acting like this, so shy like you’ve never been touched. With a man who desires you as thoroughly as Bucky, it might as well be the case. You didn’t know that kissing him earlier tonight could feel like that, like the man is starved for your very soul. You didn’t know that even the slightest friction against where your legs meet could feel so delicious, leave you wide and aching for more.

Even in such little touch and exploration, Bucky has made you feel a million times better that any previous partner ever could. At this point, you’re convinced he’s fucking magical, especially when he kisses the shell of your ear so sweetly, hand drifting to trace across your stomach. Fear temporarily seizes you, at the thought of what he might think as he touches you, and learns every nook and cranny of your body, the one that has been shunned and tolerated a million times over, so deeply ingrained that you almost can’t believe the next words to leave his lips.

“Don’t apologise for anything, beautiful. God, you feel so good under my hands, do you have any idea how long I’ve fucking waited to have you like this?” He ends the question with a rasp, the passion in his voice overtaking any rational thought he might want to have. His hands are practically shaking from holding back from you, knowing he wants to do nothing more than to turn you around and watch you as you make yourself cum all over his sweatpants, and finally find out which fantasies of his are true.

“How long?” He guides your hips over his thigh yet again, and this time, your ass brushes up against something hard, and you can’t conceal the moan that tumbles out of your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut at the proof. That he wants this, that what he’s saying is true.

“Since the very first moment I saw you, balancing for dear life on that damn ladder.” He’s trying his best to control his own breath, but the sounds your making are just so beautiful, that he can barely contain himself. He’s heard these sounds before, through a paper thin wall and with heightened senses like a downright pervert, but to know that you trust him enough to lay with him, like this, and make those sounds right in front of him? He’s definitely losing his mind. Maybe he died on that last mission, maybe the Hydromanias had gotten to him and he’s dead. And somehow, somewhere, someone has granted him passage to heaven. His bed, with you.

He can’t bear it, he needs to look into your pretty eyes, to see your pupils dilate as you notice the lovestruck look on his face, to taste your moans and your lips just seconds after you’ve cum all over him. “Really?” Leaves you in a breath, as he turns the both of you around in a flash, so you’re facing him with his leg still pressed up against you.

“Yes. Why do you think I cooked you an entire meal to make sure you’d like me? If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t give a single shit.” Your hand reaches out, caressing his cheek as you stare into his eyes and wondering if another colour even exists aside from lust-hazed, love-tinged cobalt. There is no hesitation to his words, and you can’t help yourself. You shuffle in closer, your entire upper body pressed against his, and you kiss him. Softly, sweetly, like one would enjoy ice-cream on a scorching summer’s day.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve had a crush on you the second you didn’t let me fall off of it and break my arm.” You whisper against his lips and he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling of you.

“It does. You have no idea.” He kisses you again, this time it’s more passionate. You wind your fingers into his hair, softly scratching the nape of it as he moans shamelessly into your mouth, spurring you on. Maybe you don’t have to be shy.

“Take what you want from me. Please doll, I can’t take it any more. Fuck, please.” He moans against your lips and your lower body moves again, grinding against his thigh. How can you deny him when he begs so prettily? When he’s so clearly desperate for a taste, a touch of you? He pulls you in closer, cementing your chests together as he helps guide you.

It doesn’t take more than a minute for you to struggle to kiss him back, mouth hanging open as you let out a litany of sounds he wants nothing more than to absorb, for it to be the only song he ever hears for the rest of your life.

“Bucky…” When his name slips past your lips, he groans.

“Look at me, gorgeous.” He asks you to open your eyes, and you comply, grinding your hips faster and faster as the pressure builds so perfectly against your clit.

Luckily, you and Bucky are the only two people to inhabit your floor, and so you forget to be quiet, using your voice so that he knows who it’s all for, who’s making you feel like this.

But it isn’t enough. As the hot pressure builds in your stomach and you feel yourself so close to the edge you want to cry, you just can’t do it. He mutters praises and kisses every part of you he can reach as you continue your salacious ministrations against his adored sweatpants. But still, you can’t cum, something keeps pulling you back the very second you find yourself on the precipice.

“Bucky…please help. Please make me cum, I can’t do it by myself. Please…” Your moans get louder and louder as he smirks, abandoning the bruises he was planning to leave on your neck.

“Yeah, pretty girl? Does my pretty baby need help to make her cum?” His grin has your eyes rolling in the back of your head, being tipped back at his very words. You nod, trying your best to speed up.

“My poor baby, so worked up…so needy…” He snakes a hand between the both of you, gently tracing your clit over your underwear. And you are so worked up in a frenzy, you’d do anything to feel his bare skin on yours, giving and taking whatever the fuck he needs. Whatever the fuck he wants.

“Yes, yeah, all for you Buck—Only for you.” He takes you in for a brief moment, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to your forehead, yet eyes feral with a lust for only him, in a way that makes him feel like the most perfect man in the entire world. And he doesn’t even know that’s exactly what he is to you, because you can’t push it past your bruised throat from his hungry teeth or swollen lips from the way he desires you.

And then he acts, pushing your panties to the side and finally giving you what you need, and you let out the loudest moan you’ve probably ever mustered in your entire life, as your back arches, pressing those perfect tits he’s dreamed about against his chest, his dog tags. His vibranium hand is so cold as he touches your frenzied heat, but you can’t ask him to switch, not when it feels so good. You begin to rut against his hand instead, coating it thoroughly with your arousal as he draws the most perfect circles on your clit. Your eyes gaze downward, eager to watch him as he gives you everything you’ve ever needed, eager to watch the way your thigh nudges against his erection.

“You want me to keep going, baby?”

“Yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop, it feels so good, James, please.” You’re too focused on the glimmering gold and black dancing between your legs in the moonlight to register what you’ve just called him.

“Fuck, say my name again, and look me in the eye this time, pretty girl.” You immediately obey, eyes flitting up to his as he rests his forehead against yours. “Your hand feels so fucking good, James. Much better than anything I’ve ever—oh.” He rubs even harder and faster, eliciting the most filthy sounds you’ve ever heard from your cunt, a wet squelching that brings heat to your cheeks. God, how does he do it?

You watch his pupils dilate, his breath quicken as he never slows, watching you give in to your desires, ones you’ve denied yourself of for the longest time, as he too can’t hold himself back from grinding against your thigh in turn, content with just the look on your face as you’re mere seconds away from coming undone. “That’s it, pretty baby. You look so beautiful riding my hand like this.” And that’s all it takes to send your hurtling over the edge, clamping down on his wrist and still never looking away from him as your orgasm washes over you, bathing you in the most pleasure you’ve ever experienced and leaving your entire body trembling with the aftershocks.

Maybe it’s the intimacy of having him care, of having him look into your eyes, entranced by the sight, by the person staring back at him. He swears he’s never seen anything prettier, never seen anyone look as beautiful as you do in this moment. When you come back to, he’ll tell you. For now, he’ll enjoy the way you seek more of his touch and squirm away from it at the same time as everything becomes too sensitive, but never breaking eye contact once.

That’s all it takes for him to cum as well, repeating your name over and over again like it’s his favourite prayer, his flesh hand coming up to caress your cheek gently, as it’s now your turn to watch him lose himself, staring at you like you’re the reason he can’t help but cum in his pants like a goddamn teenager. Your opal eyes are all he can think of, joining you to him in the most intimate way. He’s dreamed about this for so long, it almost doesn’t feel real.

When a dopey grin overtakes his features and his head slumps back against the pillow, you kiss him. Gently, sweetly, like you have all the time in the world.

“I liked that.” You don’t know what else to say, burying your face in his neck. He chuckles, tugging at your hair ever so gently, an attempt to get you to look at him.

Your eyes take him in, from his sweat-mussed hair to his parted and swollen lips. He looks ethereal. How is he not a figment of your imagination? You run your hand along the curve of his jaw, as he turns to press breathless kisses to your palm.

You must be dreaming.

“I liked it too, pretty girl. More than you know.” You’re staring at his mouth, unable to stop the question from flying past your lips as you swipe your thumb over his.

“What are we, now?” His eyes widen, unsure how you’ve managed to miss that you’re his everything and that he’d die for you. He’d kill for you.

“Whatever you want us to be, doll.” Your eyes drift back up to their familiar resting place and you offer him a gentle smile. His heart stops at the look in them, cumdrunk and lovestruck. It’s all he wants to see for the rest of his days, until they lower him into the ground.

Bucky suddenly finds himself wishing he were an artist, just so he could paint you exactly the way you look in the darkest before dawn, with hot cheeks and a beautiful smile, and the promise of light coming to illuminate your figure at any moment. He would paint you a million times over, from memory, in every single medium that exists as a way of wordlessly expressing his love for you. And then, he would scribble I LOVE YOU in large red letters on every blank inch of canvas, to really drive the point home. But alas, he can barely remember how to hold something that isn’t a weapon. But he knows how to hold you, soft and warm underneath his callous hands, and that’s a start.

“I must admit…I’m quite a traditional woman, James. I like being taken out on dates and being publicly acknowledged, and respected and desired. If I feel something for you, I want you to be my boyfriend. I want to be your girlfriend, even if it might sound silly to say at our big age. But I want exclusive and absolute. If…If you want something casual, it’s best that we nip this whole thing in the bud. I can’t deal with the emotional fallout of that again, you—.”

His mouth claims yours, and you relax into him, forgoing the muscles that temporarily tightened at the thought of him not feeling the same. Oh, how quickly he quells the torrid fears that wrench your soul apart.

“I want that too. Absolutes, exclusivity, you. I want you, above all else. I’d die to have you, I’d kill to have you. I want you either way, even if tomorrow you wake up and tell me you’d rather spit on my grave than spend another single second in my presence. I want you, doll. Only you. I want to be your boyfriend, I want to take you on the most cliche dates, and I want to kiss you in the rain. I want to make you laugh at all of my lame jokes all night, and most of all, I want you to know that through it all, I am absolutely enamoured by you. I wouldn’t have it, have you any other way.”

You kiss him again. And again and again, and you just can’t stop because his lips are so soft and his words are so sweet and his desires are so tangible, laid before you raw and awaiting. You hands find his wondrous hair again, pulling him closer to you, pulling him on top.

Not in a sexual way, but you need his weight on you. You need to feel him close, skin to skin, no barriers, in a way that transcends sex and spirituality and religion, praying to the ideation of his affections and worshipping at the altar of his lips. Finding the sacred temple in the small dips in his back, reciting the familiar hymns of love and lust and everything in between. The sun is rising, yes, but you are so entirely lost in the devotion of him, of his mouth and soul, that when the light hits, you don’t even break apart.

And the best part? He is searching right back, for the Holy Water laced in your fingers, washing him over in colours of purity and affection. You don’t know it, but he swears you’re God when you wrap your legs around his waist, an angel when you touch him and all of his scars without hesitancy or remorse. You are pulling him apart and stitching him back together, moulding him on top of you like you are Prometheus. He swears that you are ordained, sent to save him, to fill all of his cracks with molten gold and kiss it all better if it should ever burn.

He is passion, you are devotion.

He is on fire and you are the flames.

Nobody gets him like you.

Nobody gets you like him.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

BONUS PART

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