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athenalvss · 3 days ago

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FIRST LOVE ▬ Dick grayson

Summary: A young Dick Grayson is in love with one of his father's younger teammates in the Justice League.

a/n: I think Dick in the s1 of yj was 13/14 and I write abt reader like she has 19/20, Just to communicate the age gap, enjoy :)

pairing: (platonic) yj!dick grayson x fem reader

open request - Dick masterlist

The first time you met was once when Bruce took you to the Batcave to accompany him on a mission, actually only Dick met you, he was not allowed to be there tonight, Bruce had forbidden him to go down to the cave that night and that they would not go out on patrol together, and there he was hiding watching the interaction between the most beautiful girl he had seen in his short thirteen years and his adoptive father.

You stood next to Batman, nodding as he explained the details of a simple reconnaissance mission. You were dressed in your suit, a modern design that combined functionality with style, and your posture displayed confidence… though a friendly smile softened your features.

Batman walked you toward the Batmobile, helping you get in, and Dick saw you laugh at something he said. Laugh. With Batman. As if that were even possible.

How unfair life was to him.

But the first time you officially met was shortly after Young Justice was created. Bruce, dressed as Batman and Red Tornado, had introduced you to the small group of teenagers with the intention of having you be part of their training, and perhaps even help them understand the great responsibility that this job entails at a young age.

But young Robin was too busy bragging that he already knew the pretty girl.

"Team," Red Tornado announced in a mechanically solemn voice. "This is the newest active member of the Justice League. She'll assist in your training."

You stood confidently beside Batman, smiling kindly at the group of expectant teenagers.

"Hey guys" you greeted with a friendly smile. "I hope we can learn a lot together. "

Robin almost fainted.

Of course he recognized you.

The goddess of the Batcave was there, in the same room, and this time... he could talk to you without hiding behind the Batmobile.

Wally nudged him. “Wow... who is she? She’s so f...”

"What are you saying, Wally?!" Robin interrupted quickly, his voice a little louder than usual.

Everyone looked at him, he cleared his throat, crossing his arms as if he hadn't just yelled in front of the team. "I mean, obviously I know her. She's been in the Batcave before. With Batman. And me. Nothing new for me. "

Wally raised an eyebrow, amused. "Really? And you didn't say anything?"

Robin shrugged, putting on his best 'this doesn't affect me' pose, although he was sure his ears were turning red under the mask.

"I didn't mean to brag," he said with a small smile. "But we've already talked. she was on a mission with B, and I showed her some things about the cave. She asked me for advice. The usual."

Wally chuckled. “she asked you for advice, sure.”

You stepped forward, smiling warmly as you watched them. “Robin, right?” you asked, addressing him directly.

The boy's heart almost fell to the floor.

"Yes," he replied immediately, straightening as if he were undergoing a military inspection. "Of course. Robin. You know, the first one. The original. The best. Your Robin."

Wally coughed to hide a laugh.

"Thank you for having me. I'm happy to be here," you continued calmly, then lowered your voice a little. "And.... I remember you."

Robin froze.

—I wasn't sure if I should tell you, but... I thought it was really cute how you hid behind the computer that night.

Robin blinked. “How…?”

"Boy, do you think I'd be in the League if I didn't see you hiding behind a piece of furniture? No one escapes a League member," you winked mischievously.

Wally squealed with laughter as Robin raised a hand to his face. "I'm going to need an identity change," he muttered.

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The Watchtower meeting hall was lively, finally the young league had been allowed to come see the place and watch the daily routine of the heroes who were there, what should have been a happy day for everyone, for Robin, the energy of the place had a slightly bitter taste.

From his place leaning against the wall, arms crossed and brow slightly furrowed, he watched the scene in front of him as if it were a movie he hadn't asked to see.

You were standing in the middle of the conference room, laughing with Hal Jordan, while he excitedly gestured about who knows about what. The way you laughed, with your shoulders slightly raised and that genuine expression of amusement… it didn't help at all.

Robin looked away with a silent grunt. 'Great,' he thought, now his special day at the Watchtower was ruined by the more annoying version of Green Lantern and his damn perfect white teeth and that jagged jawline.

"Relax, Wonder Boy," Wally told him, appearing at his side, munching some cookies from the base's kitchen. "They're just talking."

"Who said I'm not relaxed?" Robin replied, a little too quickly.

—Your face. You have a “I want to throw a batarang at Green Lantern” vibe.

Robin snorted. “I wouldn’t throw a batarang at him…” Pause ."…very strong. "

At that moment, you turned your head slightly and smiled at Batman, who had come over to review some files with you and Hal. Batman said something to you in a low voice, and you nodded with a warm smile.

Dick felt a small emotional short circuit.

Bruce now too? Bruce?!? Since when did you smile like that with him?! I thought your thing with Batman was respect, professional admiration… not those kind of smiles that gave you stomach cramps!

Wally spoke again, his mouth still half full of crackers. “I think you should take a deep breath before you explode like an overloaded microchip, buddy.”

At that moment, you said goodbye to Hal with a gentle pat on the arm and walked toward the group of young people. Your eyes lingered on Dick for a second, and your smile widened.

"Wally, Robin," you greeted him in that warm tone you only used with him, even though he refused to admit it. "How was your visit?"

Dick cleared his throat and straightened his back as if he hadn't been frowning with dramatic intensity for five minutes. Wally, for his part, smiled as if nothing had happened.

"That's great!" the speedster replied. "I mean, it's not every day you see Superman eating a giant salad for lunch, right?"

You laughed softly, and that laugh was enough to make Dick forget for half a second that he was angry at Hal Jordan, at you, at Bruce, and at cosmic injustice in general.

"And you, Robin?" you asked with a nod. "What did you think?"

Robin opened his mouth, but for some reason the words didn't come out immediately. His brain, which normally ran at the speed of a supercomputer, seemed to have rebooted.

"I'm... fine. Everything," he murmured, before clearing his throat and adding in a firmer tone. "The security design of the north corridors is quite efficient. Although there is a minimal leak in the retinal scanner in room 6B. Nothing serious, but... I noticed it."

Wally looked at him as if he had just quoted an engineering manual in the middle of a conversation about movies.

You smiled with genuine amusement and nodded, as if you didn't find it ridiculous at all. "I knew you'd notice something like that. Good eye."

Dick felt like he was floating.

"Yeah, well... efficiency's my thing," he said with a slight shrug, trying to sound casual. Wally nudged him, not conspiratorially this time, but to keep him from falling over because of his inflated ego.

"You're adorable."

Dick felt as if the ground disappeared for a second beneath his boots.

And Wally, behind him, lost it: he put his hand to his mouth to hold back a laugh.

"See you later, little guards," you added sweetly, ruffling his hair before leaving with Hal, who was waiting for you at one of the doors.

Dick stood still, as if struck by lightning.

"I'm not little..." he murmured.

Wally patted him on the back with a laugh. "Bro... you just got lethally friendzoned with love. You're going to remember this for years."

Dick didn't reply. He just touched his messy hair with a silly half smile he couldn't stop.

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It was your first time accompanying Young Justice on a mission, and everything had gone to hell so fast you couldn't believe it.

No one understood what was happening, but since you were the oldest of all, you were supposed to stay calm and find a solution for this strange moment.

The rift in the sky had exploded without warning. A blinding white flash enveloped them, and the next thing they knew, they were no longer in their timeline.

The technology, the architecture, the atmosphere: everything indicated they'd traveled several years into the future. Just enough to make some familiar faces unrecognizable... and others too recognizable to not send shivers down your spine.

“Where… are we?” Aqualad asked, cautiously assessing the spot where they had landed.

"That's what I'd like to know," said a deep, confident voice behind you.

You turned around as a reflex .

And there he was

Tall, imposing. In a black suit with a light blue symbol in the middle of his chest, he looked like a boy about your age, one you definitely didn't know.

"Are you...?" He looked at everyone, his attention finally settling on you. "Oh, damn."

"I'm surprised to see you here. Although I must admit… so far, this has been a pleasant visit."

Robin narrowed his eyes .

"Do you know us?" you asked cautiously.

"Let's just say I have good memories," he said, in a tone that made you raise an eyebrow.

Dick, in the background, clenched his fists. Good memories? What kind of memories?

Nightwing winked at you before looking back at the group. "But don't worry, I won't leave you trapped in my time. We'll figure out how to get you back... after we catch up."

Robin couldn't stop staring at him. Would this be what he'd be like in the future? Would this be how he'd behave? Would this be how he'd talk to you...?

And the worst part is, you didn't seem upset. In fact, you were smiling.

Maybe you weren't recognizing Dick as Nightwing, they didn't look much alike, but it was inevitable for Dick not to recognize himself. .

"We need to talk alone," he said in a serious tone.

Nightwing hesitated, but nodded, and the two of them walked off into a darker hallway.

And there, when they were far enough away, Robin turned to him with a frown. "Hey... you," he began, somewhat awkwardly, "I mean, me. Major. Can I ask you something?"

Nightwing looked at him curiously. “Shoot.”

"She..." he swallowed. "You know, she... In this time... you and her, are you...?"

Nightwing looked at him for a long second before answering. "No, Dick. We were never together."

Silence.

Dick blinked . "Excuse me?" he said with an incredulous chuckle. "Never as in 'not yet'? Or never as in never, never?"

Nightwing gave him a sympathetic look. That was worse.

"As in “never ever.” As in “your eternal crush will eventually marry someone else.” As in “you had zero chance, bro.”

Dick opened his mouth. He closed it. Then he opened it again, only to complain with all the drama his frustrated little teenage body could muster.

"Are you telling me that neither growing up, nor having this cool guy demeanor, nor having that deep, sexy voice, I achieved anything?! Nothing at all?!"

Nightwing shrugged. “Well… you managed to maintain a nice friendship. That’s something.”

"A NICE FRIENDSHIP!" Dick repeated, his face one of existential outrage. "You flirted with her five minutes ago! You flirted with her in front of me like it was the most natural thing in the world!"

"Sure, but she didn't know it was me, or rather, you."

Dick pointed at him as if it were evidence in court. "That makes everything worse!! You flirted with her like someone else and it failed!"

#imagine dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #young justice x reader #dick grayson masterlist #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson x yn #dick grayson imagine #nightwing x reader #robin x reader #dc masterlist #dc x reader #imagine dc

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knslut · 1 day ago

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Seek For The Answers In Heaven ☆

summary. The N109 zone became the number one paranormal investigating area, no one seemed to get proper answers when they visited...except you. (kind of)

pairing. sylus x fem!reader

warnings. ghost!sylus, paranormal investigator!reader, creepy shi, p in v, sylus is a little mean for 2 seconds, oral (m), tiny tiny bit of angst, fingering, biting, teasing, creampie, passing out during sex, 2.6k wc

a/n. might be my only post on this account LOL we will see <3 cross posted on ao3 btw !!

“Listen, this is the most haunted place here and nobody has gotten answers,” Tara explained, writing a few notes on her notebook as she glanced up at you for your understanding.

“So I'm hoping you get at least something, okay?” she continued, patting your shoulder before glancing back at the base.

You nodded and sighed, looking at the dark, large building, surrounded by dead trees and a dim light casting a shadow upon it. With another look of approval you turn away from Tara and step in.

The moment your heel landed on the ground a suffocating feeling of fear rushed through you. You clutch on your small bag of equipment and the clipboard as you continue your dreadful walk through the hallway.

Every step that echoed through the hallway appeared to sound more ominous by the second, all you needed to do was head to Sylus’ bedroom.

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Before the N109 zone base became a huge historical sighting, the owner of the place–Sylus–mysteriously died in an accident and rumors have it that he’s lurking in his bedroom, or just around the base.

The amount of people who tried to seek for answers by visiting the cold, twisted place, received nothing but an eerie feeling back home.

But you? You were determined to find some information, it doesn't matter what.

As you reached his door you placed your hand on his cold, rusted door knob. For a said dead rich guy, this house was in awful condition. But considering the fact nobody has taken care of it you could see why.

You push down on the knob and walk in the room. And immediately, the second you walked in, a cool breeze swirled through you. With the clear of your throat you glance around the room before bringing out your clipboard.

There were a bunch of questions that needed to be asked, all ranging from how he died to even his relationship status, it was a complete mess. As you wrote the description of the room and walked around it a small thud made you flinch on the spot.

You told yourself to ignore it though. I mean, you were a paranormal investigator, this was normal for you. But your heart couldn't stop beating more than it should have. You kept pondering a bunch of questions and wondered if someone was actually here, but there was no way.

You flicked your pen around your fingers and soon put your clipboard and equipment on a random rocking chair nearby.

You didn't even get to turn your head and another thud echoed through the room, but this time appeared louder, more closer than before. You sigh and hesitantly sputter some words, thinking of what to say.

“Hello?”

Of course, nobody would respond. The house was practically empt–

CRASH!

You jolt your head to the sound and notice a vase that was resting on the bedside table was now shattered all over the ground. And stupidly you decide to walk towards the mess, shuffling the shards with your foot and looking around the room once more.

Still no sight of anybody.

“heh..”

You froze in your spot and gulped the lump in your throat. Eyes darting left, then right, and finally, up.

And that's when you saw it. You saw Sylus sitting against the large tinted window, his figure slumping along the frame as he stared at the view outside. It looked so real, so real that it looked like he was actually there with you.

“Sylus?” you ask, stepping closer to the window.

“Stay back. You and I both know why you’re here.”

You listen to the man's echoed orders, standing in place and sighing in defeat, there was no other reason why you were here but at some point you did genuinely want answers. But after people got no feedback you were giving up on investigating this place.

Even though you had a little hope, Tara convinced you to the fullest and you gave in.

Before letting him speak you immediately start asking your questions, “How did you die? Why can I see you? How–”

“Slow down, sweetie.” he laughed, hopping off the window and stepping towards you. Footsteps echo through the ground in a menacing manner. You stood in place and stared at the translucent figure creeping closer and closer.

“Touch me.”

“Huh?”

You glance at his ruby iris, shining in the dim lit room. You hesitantly raise your hand and graze your fingers along his chest.

Your eyes widened when you could actually feel him.

A low whimper left Sylus’ lips when you continued to toy with his chest, rubbing small patterns along the hardened flesh, fingers grazing against his perked nipples, soon making their way to his abs and before you could continue, he held onto your wrist with a firm grasp.

“You don't get it that easily now.” he yanked your hand away, making you stumble back and almost trip against a desk. Your eyes twist in a dirty look and you scoff, holding onto the edges of the desk as your gaze lingered on his chest.

“Fine then, no touching. How about you answer my questions?” you say.

“Your questions or the questions every person that's been here has been wondering?”

“Okay well i do have one question,” you say, raising your finger in the air and pushing yourself off the desk, taking a few steps towards him. Your arm rests on your sides and you sigh, “how–”

“If you’re asking how you could touch or see me, I'm not telling you.”

“Seriously?” you deadpan.

“Mhm.”

“Then answer my other questions…please?” the last words came out in a convincingly desperate tone, all you needed was just one out of these hundreds of questions and then you were out.

Sylus pondered, resting his finger on his chin as he stared at the ground, acting like he was seriously thinking of giving you your answers. A beat of silence echoed through the room and you tap your foot against the ground in an offbeat rhythm.

“You don’t get it that easily.” he said, plopping himself on the bed and staring at you with a teasing look. You mutter something under your breath and step towards him, stopping just meters away.

“What do you–mind you, a ghost–need so bad so that you’ll give me answers?”

“You’re pretty.” he mumbled, “paranormal investigator, right?” he asked, eyeing down your professional outfit before staring back into your eyes, seeking for an answer.

Ignoring the first thing he said, you nod, “it’s just for fun though, not my actual job, now answer my questio–ugh” before you could finish your sentence Sylus grabbed you by the collar and pulled you close to him.

Your clipboard dangled on your fingers as you stared into his seductive eyes, a surge of blush forms on your cheeks and you use your clipboard to divide the two of you, which only makes Sylus laugh in response.

With his other hand he removed the clipboard between the two of you, making a loud thud echo through the room and you glance down at the item rocking back and forth on the ground then back at Sylus who leaned in closer.

“All i need is this,” he eyed down at your lips then back at your eyes, seeking for approval, “then i’ll give you your answers.”

You scoff and look to the side, not believing a word he was saying.

“How am I so sure you didn’t do this to the other investigators?”

A mocking, cold chuckle left Sylus’ lips and he leaned in closer.

“You’re the only one. I’ve been waiting for someone who would stay,” his voice dropped five octaves deeper as his hand cupped the side of your head, forehead touching yours, as he stayed in that position.

“No matter how much noise I make. No matter how much I tease them, they all get scared.”

Your breath hitches and your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, fingers tickling against the ends of his hair.

“But you stayed, that's what i like abou–”

Without letting him continue his sentence you crash your lips onto his, tongue sliding against the rough flesh, tasting every inch of him. Sylus sighed in relief, sinking himself deeper in the kiss, tongue pressing against your parted lips, probing their way inside.

His tongue intertwined with yours, sucking and practically eating you alive. He pulls away, saliva trailing between the two of your lips as you breathlessly stared into each other's eyes.

Sylus smirked, eyes looking down at you, iris filled with hunger.

“Now ask away.” he said, pressing his lips back on your skin again, nibbling at your neck

“How did you die? People were saying it’s a suicide but others are saying you got murdered by someone.”

Sylus’ teeth sank into your skin and you shivered in shock, he mumbled an answer that was hard to decipher and you tried asking again but his lips found yours again, kissing the question away.

And as much as you wanted to resist, it was impossible from how good he was kissing you. With one arm he effortlessly lifted you up and plopped you on his lap as he rested against the bed.

“Ask another…” he groaned against your lips, draping your coat off your shoulders and throwing it to the side, making you shiver in response. You glance at the clipboard lying on the ground, unable to read because of your blurred up vision and tried to remember another question.

He bucked his hips against you and you could feel his boner press against your pants. A whine escaped your lips and you instinctively rolled your hips as you itched yourself closer and closer to him.

That caused a reaction from Sylus when he practically toree the rest of your clothes off, leaving you exposed on top of him. You quietly gasp, muttering how ‘embarrassing’ the situation was or how ‘wrong’ this felt but Sylus didn't care, it looked like you were enjoying it.

Enjoying it so bad that you already had your fingers unbuttoning his pants, and since he had no shirt on he was practically on the same level as you. Your fingers clasp under the waistband of his pants, quickly pulling them down and stare at his boxers.

You gulp at the wet mess all over his boxers and slid the fabric down, making his cock spring out in a quick movement.

Your eyes widened at the sight, and before Sylus could instruct you on what to do you already had your head dunked between his thighs, a quarter of his tip shoved deep in your mouth.

A surprised moan echoed through the room, Sylus had his fingers tangled around your hair as he slowly guided you to the right rhythm, the perfect length, savoring the feeling of your lips around him.

Your tongue swirls around his veined length, bobbing your head up and down, the beat starts losing its rhythm. You opened your mouth wider, darting your tongue at the lower part of his cock and slideee to his tip, slicking the tip of your tongue against his leaking head.

A quivered whimper left his lips and he pulled your head away, panting breathlessly at you, a threatening gaze appeared on his face he eyed you down before tucking his knee between your legs and raised you up, pushing you on the bed momentarily.

You yelp in surprise and grasp onto his shoulders. Sylus presses a finger against your soaked pussy and circles small movements on it before sliding a finger in.

“Question!—ngh” you arch your back in pleasure as he continued stroking you in a quick movement, teasing his fingers inside you, curling and pressing against your weak spots.

He watched intently, watched you sputter out gibberish, and sometimes his name also left your lips too. You were practically spitting out everything but a question.

He slides his fingers out of you and cups his hands on your knees, spreading your legs further apart. You whimpered in response and felt your body getting heavier, and breathing getting ragged as he pressed against you.

His tip pressed against your leaking pussy, he slowly pushed himself in, thumb resting on the clit as he pulled on it, thrusting himself deeper in you.

“Ungh — m-most asked question.. hah”

“Go on.” He cooed, pushing himself in and out, mercilessly thrusting himself in a broken rhythm, silent moans and breathless praises left his lips on every thrust, he closed his eyes yanking his head back.

“It was mainly just about– your death.. hngh and y-your relationshi–” you gulp up the rest of the words slipping out of your lips as Sylus’ pace quickens faster and faster after hearing that question, a low grumble echoed through the room and he continued to sink himself deeper and deeper inside you.

“Relationship, huh?” Sylus laughed.

“Does this count as one? But wait i’m already dead.” he frowned, leaning in closer, ghosting his lips above yours. Your head bobs back and forth at the impact and you try to warn him that you were close but he wasn’t listening and only seemed to be fixated on those stupid questions they had to ask.

“Well my death… hm.” he pulled away, staring down at you with a funny look before rolling his hips against you one more time, but this time it felt different, you felt like you were getting…filled up? Like someone was pumping some liquid inside you and, fuck seriously?

Sylus only grins at your reaction and hammers into you with that same needy force he was just moments ago. Your eyes roll back and you try to catch up with his stamina but you already felt like you were going to pass out any second now.

“Well i guess you could say i died from–”

Stay awake. Stay awake. Stay awaaakeee….

Ah, shit.

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You flutter your eyes open, and notice you were still in Sylus’ bed, your coat draped around your body as you were peacefully sleeping on the bed, but no presence of Sylus near you.

You lift yourself from the bed and jerk your head to the side and notice Sylus sitting at a chair across from you, his arms crossed as his head was lightly bobbing up and down, trying to keep himself awake.

“Sylus.” you whisper, shaking his sleeping figure.

He shook his head in response and opened his eyes, peering at your figure before getting up from his seat and grabbing your clothes.

“I’m assuming it's time for you to go, right?” Sylus threw your clothes at you and you caught them, quickly putting them on.

“Yeah,” you sigh, getting up with your disheveled outfit and picking up your other things before heading to the door.

“What was the thing you said before I passed out?”

“Huh? Oh..” Sylus chuckled and stepped towards you, standing meters away before he brought his hand up in a snap motion, “close your eyes.” he asked.

You close your eyes.

“Goodbye, sweetie.” Sylus said, and then a Snap! echoed through the room.

You opened your eyes after the snap and frowned when Sylus wasn’t in front of you anymore.

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“So! So! Did you get any information?!” Tara exclaimed

“Uh, nope. You were right, that place is hard to get information” you chuckle, bringing out your clipboard with the questions but when your eyes scan the paper you almost fainted at the spot.

All the important questions were answered in a handwriting that definitely wasn't yours.

Sylus wrote the answers for you?

“Uh.. hello? If it's nothing, let me see!” Tara tried reaching for the clipboard but you pulled away and shook your head, walking away from her and headed to your car.

“So it was a shooting accident?” you mumble, fingertips grazing along the pen stroke as you analyze his answers, a small smile rested on your lips.

Visiting one more time wouldn’t hurt, right?

the way I got this idea... we dont talk about

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace smut #sylus x reader #sylus smut #sylus #lads x reader #lads smut #lads fluff #sylus love and deepspace #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #sylus x you #love and deepspace fanfic #lads fic #cross posted on ao3 #dividers by cafekitsune

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pagesfrommoon · 1 day ago

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HER - chapter 1 - ellie williams x camgirl!reader

Summary: When you accept to meet one of your loyal viewers against money, she asks to spend one more day with you…

CW: NSFW, prostitution, fingering (both receiving), recording, camgirl!reader, I think that’s all?, excuse the grammar mistakes if there’s any

men and minors dni

“All I need is one more day with you” that’s what Ellie told you before you got out of her car, thinking this was just words she didn’t mean, you had multiple people telling you they could “change your life” or “make you happy”, you even had proposals but you never accepted any because you knew they just felt the need to “save” you from this life. Most people, even viewers, saw your job as something you chose to do as a last resort, but, you actually enjoyed it and, most of all, you enjoyed the money. Always in designer clothes, it made you happy knowing you were affording it on your own.

After you spent the day driving around in Ellie’s car and after what she told you, you went back home, a livestream was scheduled tonight and you knew she was going to be watching, she was a regular viewer of your usual livestreams and videos. You saw her name several streams in a row, sending money to you, until she became a regular and then a few weeks later, you ended up talking privately, even out of the platforms. That was until she asked you to meet, you usually didn’t meet up with viewers but it did happen a few times, all you asked was a fair amount of money for a whole 24 hours with you where they could do anything they wanted. Ellie didn’t hesitate and immediately told you she could pay but all she wanted was to spend time with you, out of the platforms, just you two.

It would be a lie to say that she cared for you the first time she watched your streams but something stuck with her, she didn’t know exactly what but she went back to your livestream the next day and kept coming back every time. Now, months later, she deeply cares for you and hopes to make you realize she could offer you the best life possible, she didn’t want to change you, far from that. She wanted to get to know you, not the persona you were putting up on those platforms. She knew that most people wanted to change you but she didn’t, you had told her you liked this job and wouldn’t quit it for anything and she knew it made you happy, there’s no way in hell she would even dare to try and convince you this wasn’t right because if it made you happy, it was all that mattered to her.

Now you’re home, getting ready for the livestream and Ellie’s words are repeating in your head, she even sent you a text saying “please think about it, I understand if you don’t want this. thank you for today” you didn’t answer but you knew she was going to watch you tonight, so you put on her favorite lingerie set, hoping she would pay extra attention to you tonight. The reality of all of it was that you grew to like her and enjoyed this day with her so much that you actually were considering her request: one more day with you. After all, she refused to touch you even after you proposed to do it in the back of her car, fans usually only wanted that but she didn’t, she actually wanted to spend time with you.

You decide to start your livestream, do your thing then you’ll give Ellie an answer, you needed to stop overthinking it and the livestreams always helped you clear your mind. You open your laptop and start the livestream, you start by saying hi to the first people coming in until you see Ellie’s user appear on your screen “spacemonsterx”, it made you smile the first time you saw it, it was silly and it stuck with you. “Hi space monster! Its nice to see you here tonight, I hope we all have a good time together tonight” you say this with a smile, you said this to everyone present on the livestream but Ellie felt like it was aimed at her, it made her clench her thighs together to ease the already growing ache between them. She wasn’t there for this at first, she wanted to support you and see you again but she might aswell take care of this ache at the same time.

You start your show as you decide there’s enough people on the stream. “Enough talking and let’s start, okay?” you smirk slightly as you graze your fingertips up your stomach towards your chest, a purple lace bra on. You graze your fingertips along the lace, your smirk widening as you hear donations coming in. “do you guys want this off?” Ellie might just have a heart attack right there and then, she feels like it’s the first time you’re being this flirty during a livestream. You usually do your thing quietly and people like seeing you get wrecked in front of their eyes but today, you put on her favorite lingerie set and you’re being so flirty with the stream that she almost regrets not having her way with you today. She feels her breath hitch as you slowly take off your bra, she’s seen you like this so many times but she can’t wrap her head around how pretty you are every time she sees you, especially like this. She focuses on your hand, going from your nipples to your lace panties, tracing the edge of it. You part your thighs just enough for your hand to get between them, teasing yourself through the fabric before letting your hand go back to your chest, toying with your boobs, donations hurrying you to keep going. You get a little shy when you realize most of them come from Ellie. You quickly shake off the shyness, shifting from sitting with your legs tucked under you to laying back with your legs spread in front of your camera and spread your thighs further apart. You finally slide your panties off your legs, a string of arousal connecting to it. You keep teasing your viewers as your fingers slowly go up and down your inner thighs until more donations come in, you smile as you hear the notifications from your laptop, your hand going further down towards the ache between your thighs. Your fingers starting to circle your clit, your mouth opening as you do, a quiet moan slipping out. You take a peek at the screen and see the donations encouraging you to keep going, you prop yourself up to see the screen better and for them to see your face. You remember the day you had with Ellie, how her hands looked as she drove around, being so kind to you and suddenly, a moan slips out, louder this time. You work on your aching cunt faster as you think about her, her watching you through her screen, touching herself too. And Ellie was, in fact, touching herself while watching you. Her own fingers working on her aching cunt, thighs clenching when she heard you moan. She watches you, your fucked out expression, looking so pretty looking at the camera like this. And when you finally cum, she does too, hard. She moans your name as she does, your own moans sounding so delicious. You both come back to your senses. Then, you quickly thank your viewers and end the stream. “what the fuck” you whisper to yourself, as you immediately receive a text from Ellie “you were amazing <3” you smile at it and thank her before going for a shower. You needed to tell her your answer. The thing was that you always had two rules about meeting fans: they only had one day with you and they could do whatever they wanted with you; but Ellie was different than all of them, she didn’t use her chance to have her way with you, instead, she used it to buy you nice things, drive around the city and have dinner with you. This whole day felt like a date more than a usual meeting with a fan, that’s why it felt so different with her, she cared about you.

You get out of the shower, eat dinner then decide to go to sleep knowing that whatever was right to do would come to your mind and that whatever was your answer, Ellie would respect that.

The next morning, you wake up knowing the answer you want to give her but hesitate to tell her. After a few hours of thinking it through, you come to the conclusion that if you want it and it makes you happy, it’s not a waste of your time, you want to see her again and it makes you happy but you won’t tell her that because you’re only accepting one more day with her, nothing more. You pick up your phone and text her, hoping you won’t regret this choice. “I accept one more day with you”

But what Ellie didn’t know is that she had a long way 2 go before she got to really know you and have what she so desperately wants with you…

Heyyy, I hope you enjoyed this post as much as I enjoyed writing it! If you’re up for it, I could do a part 2/chapter 2 to this fic. I’m open to suggestions if anything. I also desperately need to find dividers if anyone knows where I can get some nice ones!!bye loves xx

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sinnabarmoth · 2 days ago

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Double the Love (3/4)

Pairing: Xavier & Lumiere x Fem|Reader

Prompt: It had been decided long before you were born that you would marry the next king of Philos and be his queen. Only problem is that the next king turned out to be twins, Xavier and Lumiere. Instead of promising you to one you were married to both. Now you face the monumental and physically exhausting task of creating heirs. With double the husbands that means double the loving.

Content Warnings: Adult language. Jealous husbands. Infertility discussion.

Word Count: 2800

Chapters: (First) (Previous) (Next)

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The month passed and as the new one began you took your pregnancy test. You waited with bated breath only for the healers to shake their heads. No baby this time. Xavier and Lumiere were with you when you got the news. They were always there when you had to get your pregnancy tests. Each time there was another negative it only hurt more.

Your husbands held you close as you fought back tears. You really wanted a baby. You had really thought you had made one last month but even after all the sex and all the precautions during your most fertile period there was still nothing.

“It’s alright, bunny.” Xavier said as you sobbed into his shoulder. “It’s gonna be alright.”

“I don’t understand why they keep coming back negative.” you hiccuped.

“I know.” Lumiere rubbed your back. “I was really hoping it would be positive this time too. We just have to be patient and keep trying.”

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” you sniffed. “Every time I come in here and they tell me I’m still barren I feel more and more hopeless. Maybe the gods are punishing me.”

“No. Don’t say that.” Xavier hushed you. “The gods love you, they’re just waiting for the perfect moment to make you a mama. Maybe that’ll be this month. You never know.”

“Yeah. You’re meant to be a mother and you’re going to be a great one. We just have to keep waiting and trying.” Lumiere piped in. “And when you do get pregnant it’ll be all the sweeter.”

“Thanks.” you wiped at your nose. “I um…I think I want to be alone for a little while if you don’t mind.”

“If you’re sure.” they stood up. “If you need us you know where to find us.”

They both gave you parting kisses and left the room. You sat there for a moment to press a hand over your stomach and took in a deep breath. “Next time…next time for sure.”

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You were rather despondent after the latest negative. Some months you could shrug it off and jump right back into bed and other times it all felt hopeless. You ran yourself ragged having sex over and over and over again and all for what?

It was your ovulation week again and you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. Lumiere had been having sex with you every day since the month started. Then Xavier would get jealous from how much sex you were having with Lumiere and sweep you away to finger and eat you until you came again.

They were a lot and in your rather lackadaisical state you were getting tired and a little annoyed with their unending libidos. So to spare yourself more hours stuck in bed or bent over tables or pushed against walls or whatever flat surface they decided to push you onto you went into the gardens to spend some time with Jeremiah, your friend and human shield.

“You look like hell.” Jeremiah said as you wondered into the area he was weeding. “The kings being intense this month?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” you plopped down next to him. “I shouldn’t be avoiding them this week since I am ovulating but I’m just so tired.”

“You’re free to spend as much time as you need out here with me although I don’t know how much fun you’ll have.” he said.

“I’ll entertain myself.” you lounged back on the grass watching as Jeremiah worked. Occasionally you handed him something but mostly you were just watching and chatting. He was telling you an amusing story about a cat he had once that had gotten into his cabinets and started knocking over everything inside them.

You tilted your head back and laughed. “Oh that poor kitty, she must have been terrified.”

“You say terrified I say evil.” he sighed. “That little minx was constantly doing stuff like that. I swear she knew exactly when I was going to have company over because she did whatever she could to wreck the house and then acted like a perfect little angel the moment people were over. No one ever believed me when I told them what a menace she was.”

“Honestly, reminds me a bit of Xavier when he’s pouting. He is so dramatic and then the second someone else shows up he sobers up like he wasn’t sulking in the corner five seconds ago.” you continued to laugh.

From across the garden Lumiere was watching you from an open window. He had been wondering where you were. He had heard from the healers that you were ovulating this week but you had yet to come seek him out. That’s when he saw you out in the garden with Jeremiah. He knew that you and Jeremiah were friends but he couldn’t help the coil of jealousy that snaked around his heart seeing you sitting by his side.

“Lu, there you are.” Xavier walked up to him, “There’s a trade agreement I need your signature on and--why do you look pissed?”

Lumiere took a deep breath. “I’m not.”

“What’s out there?” Xavier looked out the window and Lumiere could tell his gaze immediately found you. “Oh. The wife is playing with the gardener again.”

“She’s been out with him for an hour now.” Lumiere said, going back to leaning on the windowsill.

“And you’ve been here watching them for an hour?” Xavier cocked his head at his brother. He joined him at the window, watching you smile and laugh with Jeremiah. “Can’t say I’d be any better.”

“You’d be worse.” Lumiere scoffed.

“Probably.” Xavier sighed, “I’m kind of fighting the urge to jump out this window and abduct her.”

“You keep your hands off our wife this week.”

“Ah, ovulation time again.” Xavier slumped. “And yet she’s out there instead of in here.”

“Yep.”

“Did you make her mad or something?”

“Not that I’m aware of.” Lumiere ran a hand through his hair, “I think I may have exhausted her though.”

“Damn. You’ve been doing it that much?” Xavier chuckled.

“You have absolutely no room to talk.” Lumiere shot back at him. “I’ve definitely seen hickeys on her recently that I know I didn’t make. Your added attention is what is exhausting her.”

“I hardly think eating our wife’s pussy every other day is enough to put her in such a state.”

Lumiere groaned, slumping down and pressing his face to the cool stone. “I was trying my best to give her as many chances to get pregnant this month and I fear I may have overdone it. I got it in my head that she was really upset about the latest negative test and I wanted to finally give her a baby this month. Maybe it would have been best if I took things slower. I fear I may have put too much pressure on her.”

“And I could have backed off too.” Xavier admitted with certain reluctance.

“Still…” Lumiere’s gaze turned sharp as you let out another laugh with Jeremiah. “If he makes our wife laugh that loud again I can’t be responsible for my actions.”

“Understood.” Xavier’s gaze pierced Jeremiah as well. “If we want to get her we need to have a better excuse than sex cause given her current state she’s not going to want either of us.”

“Maybe a date. The three of us haven’t gone on a group outing in a while.” Lumiere said. “A quiet picnic or a ride through the forest.”

“Sounds nice.” Xavier softened. “One of us should go arrange the plans and the other extracts her.”

“Alright, I’ll go collect her and you can--Xavier!” Lumiere shouted as Xavier promptly jumped out the open window and started making his way across the garden towards you. “Asshole.”

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You were still outside with Jeremiah helping him water some plants when he spotted something past your shoulder. “Ah, afternoon Your Majesty.”

“Afternoon.” came the voice behind you.

“Afternoon, Xavier.” you turned around.

“How did you know which one it was?” Jeremiah asked. “All he said was afternoon.”

“I know what my husbands sound like.” you kept the watering can close to your chest. “What brings you out here?”

“I came to get you.” Xavier said as if it was obvious.

“For what?”

“To ask if you wanted to go riding.” Your eyes narrowed at him. “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“What kind of riding are you talking about?”

“And that is where I am going to say farewell.” Jeremiah announced loudly. “Princess, sire, have a nice day.”

“You too.” Xavier didn’t bother looking away from you as Jeremiah left.

“Jeremiah!” you snapped, not wanting him to leave you alone. “Get back here! Jeremiah!”

“Why do you want him to stay?” Xavier looped an arm around your waist. “He’s very busy. He needs to go do his work.”

“I was enjoying spending time with him.” you said.

“More than you would enjoy spending the day with Lumiere and I?” he flashed you those big kitten eyes. “Or are you trying to make us jealous?”

“No. Of course not. I was just uh…” How do you explain that you were staying by Jeremiah so that the boys wouldn’t try and fuck you? “You know, I’m not feeling too well. I think I’ll go lie down.”

“Bunny,” Xavier pulled you back when you tried to walk away. “Lu and I know you’re avoiding us.”

“I’m not--”

“Yes you are. If you really do not want to spend time with us then be up front about it. But if you wouldn’t mind, we were planning on taking you riding and having a picnic in the glen like we used to.”

You blinked. “You actually meant riding as in horseback riding.”

“Yes. Not everything is about sex, you know.” he began leading you towards the stables.

“Feels that way sometimes.” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I’m excited now that I know we’re having a date.” you meant it. You had dreaded when Xavier showed up because you were worried he was going to sequester you to the bedroom again but this was a pleasant surprise.

Lumiere was already at the stables packing the saddlebags. “Good afternoon, starlight.” he greeted you with a kiss. “Ready to go riding? Do you want to change first?”

“No. I’ll be fine like this.” you didn’t want to wait another second. Lumiere helped you onto your horse and the three of you trotted off away from the palace. It felt like forever since the last time you got to go for a ride. The wind in your hair and sun shining on your face felt like you were leaving all your worries away.

“Last one to the glen is a rotten egg!” you shouted to the boys then took off into a full gallop.

“Hey! Wait up!” Lumiere and Xavier shouted, hastening to catch up.

Your heart was pounding in your ears and your smile threatened to split your face in half. You just wanted to keep going and going and going until everything that had been weighing you down was left trampled in the dust.

You were the first to make it to the glen. You slowed down your horse and took in deep breaths, a sheen of sweat on your forehead. There was a small brook nearby that you led your mare to so she could get a drink. You climbed off her back as the boys caught up.

“You really shouldn’t run off like that.” Lumiere said.

You rolled your eyes. “I think you’re trying to act noble about it because you lost.”

“I did not lose.”

“You lost.” Xavier said, leading his horse next to yours. “That means you’re a rotten egg.”

“I got here before you did!” Lumiere insisted.

“No, I definitely made it here before you.”

“No, you didn’t!”

“Yes, I did!”

“Boys, boys, please,” you looked at them, hands on your hips, “This is supposed to be a relaxing date, is it not? If it is I think I would like to have something to wet my parched throat.

“Of course, starlight.” Lumiere started unpacking the saddlebags. Xavier went to help him ang together they set up a very lovely picnic in the grass. You sat down as they poured out some drinks.

“I have to say, I’m surprised.” you told them. “What made you want to take me out on a date today? I date with all three of us no less. Been a long while since we had one of these.”

The brothers exchanged a guilty look. “We wanted to do something nice and romantic for you since we um…”

“We’ve been putting a lot of pressure on you, not only this month but every month.” Lumiere said. “I guess we got so caught up in our own desires and our desperation to give you a child that we went a bit overboard.”

“Oh, that’s not--”

“You don’t have to try denying it.” Xavier said. “You have your limits, you have worries, all of them are valid. We only want you to be vocal with us about them.”

“I…I…” you felt tears pushing at your eyes. You tried to take in a deep breath but it was stuttering sob. “I feel like I’m failing at the one thing I’m supposed to do. Make heirs. Make lots of heirs! We keep trying and trying and it never works and I don’t understand why!”

“Oh no, starlight.” Lumiere pulled you onto his lap. “You’re not failing and having babies isn’t the only thing you’re supposed to do. And if we made you feel like that’s all you’re meant for then that means that we messed up.”

“But every month we try so much and it doesn’t--and I don’t--I can’t--” you hiccuped, unable to get a single sentence out.

“We do try a lot.” Xavier said, taking your free hand. “But we’re not trying because we want an heir. We try because we want to have a child to love and adore as much as you. We want you to be the wonderful mother we know you’re meant to be.”

“That’s right. You get so upset each month when the news comes back that you’re not pregnant and we hate seeing you like that. All we want is for you to be happy, but if you’re not happy we need to know. These burdens aren’t yours alone to keep.” Lumiere rubbed a hand up and down your back, cradling you close to his chest.

“What if the healers are wrong? What if I never end up having kids?” you whispered. “The throne will still need heirs and if I can’t provide them…”

“Then we’ll adopt.” Lumiere said. “I don’t think you’re incapable of having children but if for some insane reason we never sire children with you it won’t remove you from our side.”

“I’d sooner leave the throne altogether than be forced to lay with another woman for the sole sake of making babies.” Xavier said, a touch of disgust in his voice at the mere idea.

“You are our wife and the queen of Philos. No one will ever take that away from you, I would never allow it. You are stuck with us until the very end, no matter what life throws our way.” Lumiere pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you so much, bunny.” Xavier kissed your intertwined hands.

“Love you more than anything, starlight.” Lumiere said.

You were weeping for an entirely new reason now. “I love you.” you kissed Lumiere then turned to Xavier and kissed him too. “I love you. I love you both more than I can say.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon being cradled by your husbands as they whispered words of love and assurance and encouragement. You promised you’d be more vocal about when you were getting tired of the sex and they agreed to back off a little more, especially during the time that you weren’t ovulating.

It had been a while since you felt like this. Like you were their wife first and their brood mare second. It reminded you of those innocent days as children when you would do stuff like this. Long before you had started looking at each other romantically, when the three of you were nothing more than young friends who loved playing together. You were adults now and you had adult responsibilities and feelings and relationships. That didn’t erase that at your core you were still those three kids running around the palace causing mayhem everywhere you went.

You loved them then and you loved them even more now. You wouldn’t trade this life with your boys for anything else in the world.

#love and deepspace #lads xavier #xavier x reader #lads xavier x reader #lads lumiere #lumiere x reader #lads lumiere x reader #twins au

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clairewritesfanfics · 18 hours ago

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greetings writerclaire , sorry if this comes across as a request , I just wanted to leave this idea to you since I had just read ur water bending reader and wanted to ask what do you think of a focalor like reader for the invincible variants where she sacrificed herself inorder to save earth because of a prophecy similar to the one with fontaine and she left her counterpart furina behind .

Like do you think they would hate furina (why would they I mean she's amazing) because she is the only thing reader left behind . Or they would discover her plan and try to stop her. What would they think about her ideals and dream (to be a human ) .

Like I just been thinking about it for a while now and have no one to share this with .

Listen closely, anon, Furina is my queen. No joke, no exaggeration; playing through her story gave me hope to live during a very dark time in my life and her character gives me light during my darkest moments even to this day. She's my pfp on AO3 and she's the only character I have that is C6.

So congrats, you've released my inner simp. Be prepared for a speech.

I'm currently preoccupied with other requests and my own personal projects, however, I love Furina so I may make a more dedicated fanfic post about a Furina!Reader in the future.

For now, I'll give you my initial impressions, opinions and headcanons on the matter.

Firstly, I need you to understand that by default, my version of Mark and his variants are green flags towards the Reader. They can be assholes and monsters to everyone else; their mom, their dad, their hypothetical half-brother that apparently only exists in one reality despite the fact that that isn't how infinity works (*eyeroll* sidenote: I still think Angstrom's a fucking idiot with limited inter-dimensional teleporting ability because there is no way there are so few good Marks and only a single copy of his brother across INFINITE timelines), Cecil, Eve (that homewrecker /j), etc. but they adore the ground that Y/N walks on and if anything, the Marks are the Reader's pets in my fanon, always yearning for her/his/their approval and affection.

This default character setting for the Marks means that they cannot hate Furina in my works, because Furina (Reader) is a part of the person they love. For the sake of simplicity, I'm going to refer to Original Reader as Focalors, Reader as Furina, and use she/her.

They will all be heartbroken but some are going to handle the pain better than the others. Main Mark, Head Cap, Mohawk, Maskless and Prisoner will remember Focalors but they will hide their tears from Furina.

The others are convinced that Furina and Focalors are one and the same. I'm not saying they're wrong, there's an argument to be made there depending on how you view the Holy Trinity but we aren't discussing that now, but the way they interact with Furina causes confusion for her because they still think she has her past self's memories. This group will include No Goggles, Full Mask (?? I'm still unsure whether I should put him here or on the well-adjusted group), Shiesty, Flaxan, and Viltrumite.

The last group will be holding onto some resentment, and while they try their best to push it down because they do love Furina, their true feelings can overflow (pun intended): Omni-Mark, Target, and Sinister. That doesn't mean that they don't want Furina around, after all, they would rather have traces of their beloved instead of nothing at all.

If you've made it this far, thank you for reading.

I love Furina and Angstrom is an idiot with weak-ass powers.

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icharchivist · 1 month ago

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no shade to the person who said that bc they are probably reacting to people's own reaction but something kills me about "technique of literature analysis is overused these days on tumblr", like, should we change the entire way we do literature analysis because some has become has been.

"doylist vs wastonian is overused" the alternative is death of the author and we all know tumblr isn't capable to handle this one. they don't even know what death of the author means.

if you want to actually deeply analyse and engage with the text you're going to have to use the tools at your disposal.

"literature analysis technique is overused" having a hammer is overused but if you want to nail something, be it an argument or a shelf on the wall you're going to need it buddy, you can't just replace it with a screwdriver

#ichatalks #sorry the twice diplomed in literature student in me has the blood boiling over it #you spend years learning efficient ways to set up your analysis for the public and then it's overused #'doylist vs wastonian' isn't even for the writer of the analysis it's for the readers #so people don't reply wastonian arguments to doylist criticisms #the writer KNOWS they're being doylist about it #it's for the rEADER'S SAKE that we mention it #analysis is half engaging with the text and half making sure the audience understands your point #of course some tools are going to be overused #we HOPE SO. the reader needs to understand what we say and it will only work if they're familiar with our tools #spending years to make oneself understandable only to say 'wow now it's cringe to say though'

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classyrbf · 15 days ago

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NOT GOOD ENOUGH! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after child birth, you don’t feel or look the same as before, brining on new insecurities and anger stirring within yourself

INFO...husband!toji x fem!reader, angst with a happy ending, mentions of child birth, weight gain, stretch marks, feeling ugly, body checking, just very insecure and upset reader, slight jealousy, toji being there for you, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

toji notices how quiet you are when you both arrive back home from Shiu’s birthday party. You didn’t say a word to him on the drive back home and you aren’t speaking to him now that you walked through the door. All you do is head straight to your shared bedroom, heels clicking against the floor. He can’t understand what’s wrong, he’s trying his hardest to piece together what may have went wrong tonight but nothing comes to mind. He was hoping that this night out would be fun and special considering it’s the first time you guys have had alone time since giving birth to Megumi almost a year ago now.

But that frown on your face and the silent treatment makes a pit settle in his stomach because this isn’t you. He follows you to the bedroom where you’re sitting, turned away from him, taking your heels off. “Can we talk?” He breaks the silence, leaning against the wooden door.

“Not right now.” You clear your throat, avoiding any eye contact with him as you throw your shoes in the mess that is your closet. “Can you get out? I need to change.” You’re snatching clothes out the dresser, your tone flat and bored.

“Get out? You always change in front of me—”

“Just get out, Toji!” You walk over to the bedroom door, slamming it in his face and locking it. He stands there, confused.

But behind closed doors, you cautiously remove your dress that you’ve been so excited to wear for months now. Except, it didn’t look how you expected it to. The whole night, the moment you put it on, it just didn’t seem to look right. Your arms had extra fat, your stomach was chubby and everytime you sat down you could feel it hang over your underwear, and your thighs were squeezing against the fabric. But it wasn’t just the dress, it was everything. For weeks and weeks you’ve been feeling like absolute garbage, reminiscing over how you used to look before child birth. The dark circles were new, you the stretch marks on your stomach and thighs that seemed like they’d never go away. The brittleness of your hair, and your mood swings that had you questioning if you’re overreacting or not.

You felt ugly. That’s it. Inside and out. The way you looked and how you acted towards toji and yourself, it wasn’t you. And you would never blame your son over this, no, he was the most precious baby ever, and you loved him with all your heart. You just wish you’d had started taking care of yourself sooner. When you look in the mirror, you’re reminded that your husband can do so much better, thinking of all the attractive women that were trying to talk to him today at the party. You couldn’t help but compare yourself, how much better looking they were and how full of life they looked. Maybe he would enjoy someone younger and happier, instead of having to come home to a miserable, insecure wife who wouldn’t even let her own husband touch her.

You frowned, tears welling up in your eyes as you stared at yourself, the palm of your hand running over your stomach, feeling the loose skin. Your eyes drifted to your sagging breasts, thinking of how they only look good in a supported bra now. Tears. All you felt were the tears streaming down your cheeks, slipping on your baggy shirt and pants to hide each and every bad thing you thought about yourself.

“Mama, open the door. Are you crying?” Toji called from behind the door, twisting the handle back and forth like it would somehow magically unlock.

“I-I’m fine! I’m still getting dressed!” You wiped your tears, a weak attempt at hiding your feelings.

“Bullshit. Open the door, tell me what’s going on with you. Y/n, I swear I’ll break this damn door down. Please, open it.” You shuffled your feet across the floor, unlocking the door for him. He immediately stepped through, concerned eyes scanning over you. “Mama, what happened? What’s going on with you, hm?” He cupped your face, searching your glossy eyes.

You immediately broke, clutching onto him as you sobbed into his chest. “I’m sorry, Toji,” you hiccuped. His arms held you close, wrapping his warmth around you.

“Shh, shh. You got nothing to apologize for.” He kissed the top of your head, caressing his hand up and down your back. “Talk to me.” You shake your head, finding it embarrassing to even talk about, but he doesn’t take no for an answer. He cups your face again and forces you to look at him, wiping your tears away. “Did I do something?” He questions.

“No, no,” you sniffle. “I just…I don’t know how to explain it without feeling stupid.” It frustrates you to your core, having all these bottled up feelings inside of you but finding it so difficult to explain. It’s overwhelming, every single bit of it.

“You’re not stupid. Come here, sit down and talk with me.” He holds your shaking hand while guiding you to the bed, both of you sitting on the edge as you attempt to catch your breath.

“Tonight, I was excited to spend some alone time with you. I got dressed and did my makeup and hair, but…I didn’t feel comfortable or pretty or anything. I haven’t been feeling like that for a good while now, Toji.” Your voice cracks, hot tears brimming your eyes once more. “I look at myself and see how much weight I’ve gained, my stomach, arms, thighs, everything! And I hate it! I hate looking at myself because it makes me so angry and ugly. So, I get jealous and insecure when I see other women near you. Like tonight.” Your lip quivers, hiding your face in your hands. “And I’m sorry I took it out on you,” your voice breaks through the sobs, vision blurry. “I’m sorry that I’m not better.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Mama? Better? You’re already fucking perfect.” He sits up. “Look at me.” And you hesitantly do so, frowning, your eyes puffy and red. “I don’t care about anyone else but you and our son. Our son that you gave life to, birthed him from your own body. You’re fucking incredible for that. So, no, I don’t give a damn about your weight or stretch marks or anything else your pretty little head is making you overthink about.” He grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Toji…” you trail off. His words only make you more emotional, his reassurance providing you comfort and security.

“You’re beautiful no matter what. I married you. You didn’t marry me. I wanted you the second I laid eyes on you, mama, are you kidding?” He chuckles, making you smile in response. “See, there’s that smile.”

“Stop.” You stifle a laugh, covering your face with your hand.

“Never. You’re stuck with me. You’re stuck with me forever. I signed up for forever, okay? We could be all old and wrinkly together and I’ll still think you’re the most beautiful woman in this world. So, baby, please don’t beat yourself up because you don’t look like some fake ass super model or some random girl you see on the street. From the tips of your toes, to the top of your head, you’re all mine.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, then another and then another, before attacking you with kisses. “I’m so in love with you and so attracted to everything you do, you make it hard not to give you another baby. So incredibly sexy.”

“Toji!” You gasp in shock, laughing at him. “You horndog!”

“Can you blame me, huh?” You kisses your neck. “Seriously, mama, I apologize. I’m sorry that I didn’t realize sooner that you were going through this.” He holds you, pulling you beside him as he lays down.

“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you, and explain my feelings. I thought it was something that would go away on its own—”

“I don’t wanna hear any more apologies from that mouth of yours. Next time, just speak to me. Pull me aside, vent to me, cry in my arms. I’d rather you do that than feel like this ever again. I should’ve been more attentive to you.” The pad of thumb brushes over your knuckles.

“I love you, Toji.” You snuggle into him, basking in his warmth. “Thank you.” He knew just how to make you laugh, how to take all those bad thoughts away and lock them up. You should’ve never hesitated to come to him, he’s always been there for you since day one.

“I love you more.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “We still have the whole night to ourselves, let’s not waste it.”

“Oh, can we order some chinese? I’ve kinda been craving crab rangoon.” You raise brow at Toji.

He smirks. “Go and get the menu.”

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gloomwitchwrites · 4 months ago

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How about some silliness.....reader/you is superrr drunk from a night out with friends or high from anesthesia and the guys are trying to take care of them and we are all like "get your hands off me or my husband will kick you ass!" Or "omg you're so hot are you single??"...and they are just dying laughing like "I am your husband!"

I just watched one too many tik toks of this 😂🤣

Oh, I love this. I don't think I've actually seen these videos before (at least on TT) but I do know what you're talking about. Maybe I've seen it more in other media? Like movies and television? Anyway, I understand what you're asking for, so I hope you enjoy what I've cooked up!

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, established relationship, fluff, mild alcohol use, shenanigans due to drunkenness & anesthesia

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

John stands beside you on the passenger side of the car. The car door is open, and all you need to do is slide inside. Instead, you’re arguing with him, insisting that you can get in yourself, and that you don’t need help.

“You just had surgery,” chides John.

“Minor surgery,” you correct.

“It’s still surgery.” John sighs, and then places his hand on your back. “Let me help you.”

“Hands off, sir. You’re not my husband.”

John does not move his hand. “I don’t remember us getting a divorce, love.”

You wave him off and John snorts. “He’ll kick your ass,” you insist. “Punch you right in the nose.”

John’s stern demeanor cracks, dissolving into a wide smile and a soft chuckle. He shakes his head in disbelief. “I’m your bloody husband. You’re stuck with me. Forever.”

“I’m serious,” you say. Turning, you attempt to jab him in the chest with your finger. Everything tilts, and you only hit air.

John sighs, exasperated. “Get in the car, love.”

“No,” you groan, pushing at his chest. You surrender to him, allowing John to help you into the front passenger seat.

“I hope you remember this after the drugs wear off.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

You’ve been out with your friends all evening, and you have no idea what times it is. It’s dark, and you didn’t leave until the bar closed, forcing you to make an exit. Someone called for a car, and you all piled in, dropping each of off one by one.

As you enter the dark bedroom, you kick off your shoes, slightly stumbling to turn on the bedside light. You turn it on, and immediately wince. Vision swimming, you rub at your eyes, and then notice the massive lump in your bed.

“Turn off the bloody light, will you?” mumbles Johnny.

A devious plan forms in your head.

You climb onto the bed, crawling toward him. Noticing, Johnny turns toward you, eyes dreary with sleep.

“What?” he asks just before you flop your entire body onto him.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi,” he deadpans.

You wiggle over him, pressing the tip of your nose against his. “You seeing anyone, handsome?”

Johnny arches an eyebrow. “Did you hit your head or something? I am your husband.”

“Lucky me.”

Johnny blows raspberries. With one good shove, he flips you onto your back on your side of the bed.

“Go to bed. You’re drunk.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Your liquor-addled brain tells you to do it.

Across the bar is danger, the kind you want to play with—to sink your teeth into. Why resist temptation when it’s clear that the masked man across the bar can’t seem to take his eyes off you? Every time you glance in his direction, his gaze is focused and intense, daring you to approach him.

Which is exactly what you do.

He follows your every step, even if there is a slight sway in the way you walk. As you approach, he leans back in his chair, legs widening as if in welcome. It’s easy to reach out, to place your hand on his shoulder, to straddle his thighs, and stare into his eyes.

“You’ve been staring at me all night,” you slur. “Plan on going home with anyone?”

“I am,” the masked man replies.

“And who might that be?”

“My wife.”

You turn in his lap, looking around at all the other patrons in the bar. “Don’t see her.”

“Course you don’t,” he chuckles. “Because she’s sitting in my lap.”

You blink. “Is she?”

“You’re my wife,” he whispers.

“I am…aren’t I?”

He shakes his head. “I’m cutting you off.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

The alcohol is an enabler. You shouldn’t have had as many drinks as you did, but this is a party, and you’re not the one driving.

Why not have a bit of fun?

“Hi.”

Kyle arches an eyebrow. “Hi,” he replies, drawing out the greeting in slight confusion.

You cozy up next to him, shoulder brushing against shoulder.

“So,” you begin, head tilting toward him like you’re about to whisper all your secrets. “I’m going to be a bit bold…”

“Go on.”

“But I think you’re cute. Wanted to know if you’re seeing anyone.”

Kyle’s single raised eyebrow becomes two. There’s a long pause, so long that you notice the absence of conversation.

Kyle’s confusion cracks, becoming a wide smile, followed by his adorable, familiar laughter. “You’re taking the piss, love.”

“I’m not joking.”

He laughs harder, clutching his chest like he can’t breathe.

“I’m your husband,” he manages to say between wheezing breaths.

“I know,” you reply. “Just checking to make sure you’re still loyal.”

He waves his hand in the air before him. “You’ve had enough. Give me that.” He plucks your beverage right out of your hands.

“Excuse me,” you protest, but Kyle is already downing it.

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celesteleoves · 1 year ago

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hcs of bakugou / todoroki being a hardcore simp for reader maybe?

“I WANNA BE YOURS.”

KATSUKI BAKUGOU/SHOTO TODOROKI x fem!reader.

summary: what the request said!

warnings: swearing (bakugou…), mentions of todoroki’s childhood (very brief), that’s it i believe!

a/n: i love this request. i hope i wrote this to your liking!

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI —

he is a very subtle simp. you probably wouldn’t even think he liked you if you guys weren’t already dating. the way he shows his love for you is… questionable.

he does the simple things like following you around like a lost puppy (even though he swears he does NOT) .

he’ll definitely demand you never leave his side so he can always be there to protect you.

“you’re so weak, you need me to be there to protect you at all times.”

you’ll just nod, enjoying your boyfriends presence. (he’s actually geeking over you aswell and the fact you grace him with your presence).

he takes you everywhere with him and doesn’t care about what anyone says. oh, aizawa paired him up with kirishima? you’re coming with. you can’t stay a second away from him before he’s rushing around like a headless chicken looking for you.

your biggest fan by far, anything you do he’s practically on the floor worshipping you. then the next second he’ll be calling your outfit disgusting in the sweetest way possible.

he’ll also deny the fact he’s a simp for you. one time, kirishima caught the poor boy gazing at you, dare i say LOVINGLY, across the room as you did a mundane task.

kirishima has never grinned wider than he did when he noticed this. your boyfriend noticed the quiet chuckles leaving his friend and turned towards him.

“what the fuck are you laughing at?”

“you stalking y/n!”

“I WAS NOT STARING AT HER.” sure… liar. you literally just outed yourself…

bakugou loved you, even though he shows it in his weird, weird ways.

SHOTO TODOROKI —

the sweetest, sweetest boyfriend ever. literally the ideal boyfriend anyone could have SIMPLY because of how doting he is towards his partner.

he’s absolutely enamoured with you. he isn’t shameful about it either! (referencing one of my other head-canons) .

this boy will downright show his love for you.

we all know shoto has a hard time with social cues, he blames it on his childhood and the lack of social times he had – always being isolated.

that’s also the reason why he doesn’t understand why he can’t stare you down like a hawk and not expect people to be slightly worried… why is he staring at you like he wants to eat you?

cuteness aggression is a thing. you both get it when you’re with each other.

you can’t believe you managed to secure this boy. he never opened up to just anyone, yet for you he made an exception. you flex that all the time.

meanwhile your boyfriend is still in denial you two are dating. every time you bring up your realtionship he’s blushing like a maniac and shying away from you. as if he wasn’t the one to ask you to be his partner…

your classmates notice the little things. such as you placing your phone down face up only for it to be flipped a couple seconds later because todoroki fixed it for you knowing you don’t want people staring at every notification on your phone and invading your privacy (this is literally so me guys..)

he is very attentive, he’s SUCH a simp. he’ll pick up on the little things. sometimes, you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself.

there was definitely one time you had been making yourself a snack in the kitchen, forgetting to get one of your favourite pieces of food for the snack .

once your snack was made, you frowned at the missing piece of the food you wanted.

starting to get upset, you looked around for something to make up for this.

“here.” a soft, very loving voice spoke causing you to relax at the sound of todorokis gentle tone.

“oh thank god you’re here sho’, i can’t find my-”

“y/n. here.”

you finally looked at your boyfriends hand, noticing he was holding multiple variations of the missing food item you craved.

your lips trembled at his thoughtfulness and you pulled your boyfriend in for a hug as he returned it with a soft smile on his face.

he’s too sweet for you and such a simp!

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a/n: guys, bare with me if there is spelling errors. this was not proof-read! i hope this was good enough, it was kind of short.

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helaintoloki · 3 months ago

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A Favor

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: lots of pining, eventual fluff, fake dating

notes: had to try my hand at the fake dating trope

summary: you pretend to be Bucky’s girlfriend in order to help his campaign despite your very real feelings for him

“You want me to what?”

Sam can’t hold back his laughter when you look at Bucky like he’s grown a second head after processing the question he has asked you. The man in question stands there with an unamused scowl and a growing sense of embarrassment while waiting for his friend to regain his composure.

“Are you finished?” He snarks sharply, grunting in annoyance when Sam heartily claps his back in his response.

“I’m good, I’m good,” he breathes after wiping away a tear, “go ahead and ask her again.”

“I need you to pretend to be in a relationship with me,” Bucky mutters while refusing to meet your gaze, wishing the floor of your home would simply open up and swallow him whole so that he’d be saved from the humiliation.

“You realize that’s a crazy thing to ask, right?” You retort from your place behind the kitchen island. When you invited the two men over for dinner you hadn’t anticipated being ambushed like this, and you were starting to regret ever getting yourself mixed up with the two heroes.

“I know it is, but Valentina says if I want votes I need to make myself more relatable. Some people still have a hard time separating me from the Winter Soldier, but if they can see me as a normal man with a loving partner they might change their minds.”

“And why can’t Sam be the loving partner?” You rebuff, prompting him to immediately raise his hands in protest.

“Nuh uh, baby. Are you forgetting I’m Captain America? I’m too busy to be playing house with Mr. Congeniality over here.”

“Y/n, you’re the only person that can do this,” Bucky insists, eyes pleading for you to understand, “it would be more believable if it was you since we’re already close.”

“Maybe too damn close,” Sam murmurs under his breath, but both you and Bucky choose to ignore his comment.

“I don’t know,” you drawl, still a bit hesitant to put yourself through a fake relationship, “it feels a bit scummy lying to voters like that.”

“Politicians lie all the time,” Bucky tries to justify, but it’s not very effective in convincing you. “Look, this is something that’s important for me to do, and I will owe you for the rest of my life if you help me. It will only be until the votes are in, and then we can go back to normal.”

Sighing, you let your hands fall onto the counter and gaze thoughtfully at the marble surface as you weigh your options. It really couldn’t be that bad, could it? You’re already fond of Bucky as a friend, so it wouldn’t be so hard to pretend to be in love with him for a few months. What was the harm?

You look up and meet his expectant gaze, and it’s hard not to say yes when the desperation is clear in his eyes. Bucky has always been good at getting you to fold, and this time is no different.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” you finally say, and the grin that spreads across his face almost feels rewarding. He immediately pulls you into his arms for a bone crushing hug and thanks you profusely, but his gratitude falls on deaf ears as you make eye contact with Sam over his shoulder.

The man says nothing, but he doesn’t have to when the mischievous smile on his face speaks for itself. You’ve gotten yourself into deep shit and he knows it.

You just hope you can keep up the facade without revealing how you truly feel.

~~~

Your arrangement with Bucky is simple.

While in public you are to act as in love with him as possible. You hold hands, share innocent pecks, look adoringly into each other’s eyes, and act as if your relationship isn’t a complete sham. When telling stories about each other you make sure to include some bits of truth to make it more believable and easier to remember when prompted. Your arrangement also includes public appearances to important social events, and that’s how you find yourself in your current predicament.

You wouldn’t consider yourself the most extroverted person out there, so you felt extremely out of your element as you donned the nicest dress you owned and accompanied Bucky to a cocktail party hosted by the local mayor. All eyes had been on you the moment you’d walked through the door on his metal arm, and you weren’t sure if you could handle getting this type of attention. This was only your first public appearance as his girlfriend and already were you starting to feel the pressure.

“You doing okay?” Bucky murmurs into your ear before flashing a smile to nearby onlookers.

“I’m starting to regret agreeing to this,” you answer honestly, prompting a genuine chuckle to leave his lips.

“Trust me, it gets easier being in the spotlight after a while.”

You sincerely doubt that, but you don’t get a chance to argue as you’re immediately swarmed by a group of journalists eager to get their questions answered. The lights of their cameras are blinding, and you feel like you’ve been tossed into the lion’s den as they immediately bombard you both with questions.

“Mr. Barnes, is it true you’re running for a position in congress?”

“It is,” he affirms with an easy smile before reciting the practiced lines Valentina had vehemently rehearsed with him. “I have great hopes for this election.”

“Mr. Barnes, may I ask who you have with you tonight?”

“This beautiful woman is my wonderful girlfriend,” Bucky replies while simultaneously pulling you closer to his side. “Y/n has been nothing but supportive of my campaign, and it’s with her support that I’ve found the courage to run.”

“Do you have anything to say to those who doubt Mr. Barnes’s capability to serve in congress?” A woman asks before shoving a microphone in your face. You freeze like a deer caught in headlights as all the focus turns to you, and it takes you a moment to compose yourself before finally willing yourself to answer.

“I think…” you start off with a nervous smile, mind racing as you struggle to come up with the perfect response. Bucky shoots you a subtle look, reminding you of what he’d advised you in the car before you’d arrived. ‘Just be honest.’ “I know that my James is a good man, a strong man who cares deeply for those around him. The American people can put their faith in someone like Bucky because despite all that he has been through, he has never once given up on himself or the people that love him. I have no doubt in my mind that Bucky could help our government for the better.”

More questions are thrown your way that you are happy to answer, but this causes you to miss the clear adoration in Bucky’s eyes as he watches you carry yourself so eloquently in front of all these people. You meant every single word you said, and so had he.

Unbeknownst to either of you, the lines between reality and fiction were already starting to blur when it came to your make believe relationship.

~~~

“So how did you two meet?”

You’re taking part in yet another press junket arranged by Valentina to help the public see Bucky’s humility and make your relationship seem more genuine. This is your third interview of the day, and all you want is to go home so you can put on your coziest pajamas and enjoy a pizza from the comfort of your couch. Public appearances are draining, but Bucky promises you that after this week you won’t be expected to appear on camera as frequently. You’re holding him to that promise because otherwise you might lose your sanity, and Bucky knows how scary you can be when provoked.

“Well, after the Thanos situation had ended and the dust settled, I moved into a new apartment for a fresh start,” Bucky explains truthfully before turning to you with a tender smile. “What I didn’t expect after moving in was to have the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen standing at my door with a plate of cookies to welcome me into the building. I think I thought about her smile for an entire week before finally working up the courage to thank her and invite her over for dinner.”

Though the story Bucky relays to the cameras is mostly true, you’re honestly stunned by the way he chooses to describe you. He must be really desperate for viewers to believe he’s a man in love with the way he speaks as if Cupid’s arrow had struck him the day you two met. You find yourself shifting almost nervously in your seat listening to him talk about how wonderful you are, and you can almost feel your heart trying to escape your ribcage. You know he means none of this, so why does your stomach flip every time he mentions how beautiful you are or how enamored he is with you?

“Would you say your experience was similar?” The interviewer asks, and it takes you a moment to realize they’re talking to you now. You dotingly place a hand on Bucky’s knee then gaze into his eyes with nothing but love and are surprised to see him already looking at you that way.

“From the moment I first introduced myself to James I knew he was different from anyone I’d ever met before. I think I was taken by his eyes when I first saw him, and I still sometimes find myself admiring them when I think he’s not paying attention.”

Though he doesn’t know it, your words are completely true. You could spend hours staring into his eyes and admiring the way they light up when he laughs or smiles. You have it bad for Bucky, really bad, and yet you’ve kept it to yourself throughout the course of your friendship. Despite Sam’s insistence to tell him the truth, you just can’t bring yourself to do it. You love him too much to risk losing his friendship, so you’d made peace with the fact that you’d never be more than just a companion a long time ago. You thought you could survive being his fake girlfriend, but with each day that passes it gets harder and harder not to fall into the fantasy.

“You doing okay?” He asks you after the night is over and you’re free to be yourself in the safety of his car. You’d been quiet ever since leaving the press junket, and Bucky knew you well enough to detect when your mind was becoming overrun.

“I think I’m just tired,” you answer truthfully, “it’s hard to keep up the facade sometimes.”

“I get what you mean,” he chuckles, prompting you to frown. You don’t think he does get what you mean or understand how suffocating it is to act as if your adoration and affection are just for show. “We just have one more event to attend and then we can go back to being friends.”

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, doll?”

You swallow nervously, opening your mouth only to shut it as you hold back the words you desperately wish to say. You don’t want to complicate things and ruin all of his hard work, it would be selfish of you to muck it up now when he’s so close to the finish line. So instead, you look to him with a halfhearted smile and suggest, “You want to pick up a pizza on the way home?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

~~~

You’re grateful for the fact that the last public event on your itinerary is a birthday party for your very own Captain America. All of the focus is on Sam, and the political journalists are much more interested in his relationship with Bucky than yours. You can breathe without having to worry about being perceived or disturbed, and you don’t mind being old news in the slightest.

Sam finds you outside the banquet hall in the garden gazebo staring contemplatively at the sky a few hours into the party, and he joins you with glasses of champagne in hand.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he notes with a kind smile before handing you your glass. “I’ve been dying to have a real human conversation all night, but these reporters are relentless.”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” you joke thoughtfully before taking a sip of the drink. You don’t particularly like champagne, but you appreciate the way the alcohol helps settle your nerves.

“You doing okay?” Sam prompts, genuine concern etched on his features. You know what he’s getting at, and you know he’s aware of just how hard this has all been on you. Sam had been able to shake you down into confessing your feelings for Bucky two years ago after noting your jealousy over the fact that he’d been on a date. He teased you relentlessly for having a crush on the Winter Soldier, but it was all in good faith. Sam had always rooted for you two, but neither of you seemed capable of ever making a move. It was exhausting to watch his two closest friends blindly pine after one another, but he knew better than to intervene and instead chose to be a supportive shoulder for you to lean on.

“After today I’m back to being just a friend,” you state with a wry smile, “and it’s back to square one.”

“You know it would be easier to just tell him how you feel instead of torturing yourself, right?”

“I know,” you sigh pathetically, swirling the remaining champagne around in your glass.

“So why don’t you? I know you never believe me when I say this, but I know for a fact he feels the same way about you. You’re both just too scared of rejection to admit it so you never even try to make a move.”

“I’m not a hero or a politician, and I don’t belong in your world. It’s by pure chance I ended up becoming part of your little team, so I don’t think I’m what Bucky needs.”

“Come on, y/n/n, give yourself a little credit,” Sam comforts while gently nudging your side with his elbow. “You’re an amazing woman with a big heart, and while Bucky may be stupid, he’s definitely not stupid enough to be blind to the fact.”

Laughing softly at Sam’s ability to seamlessly slide in an insult at Bucky’s expense, you nudge him back and say, “Thanks, Sam. You always know just what to say.”

“Trying to steal my girl, Wilson?” A third voice interjects, both of you turning to see Bucky approaching the gazebo with an amused smile.

“Not this time, Barnes,” Sam shoots back playfully before giving you a quick squeeze to his side. “I’ll leave you two alone, but be back inside within the next half hour for cake.”

“You got it, Cap,” you affirm with a salute while Bucky takes his place beside you.

“You ran off on me,” he points out in mock hurt.

“Well, I didn’t want to interrupt the love fest you and Sam were putting on for the reporters,” you jest only for Bucky to roll his eyes.

“You’re hilarious.”

You smile and return your gaze back to the garden, enjoying the silence and the comfort Bucky’s presence brings you. Despite the aching longing that settles in the pit of your stomach every time you’re around him, you appreciate his company. You’d stay his platonic friend forever if it meant always getting to keep him close like this without the risk of losing him.

“You look beautiful,” he says suddenly to break the silence, prompting you to look at him surprise.

“Thanks, but… you know you don’t have to say stuff like that when the cameras aren’t around.”

“I know,” Bucky reiterates softly while taking your hand in his own, “and I don’t need them around to tell you that.”

Your stomach does a flip, but you ignore the racing of your heart and let out a quiet laugh before asking him if he’s had too much to drink. His smile drops for a moment as he falters, but you watch with piqued interest when he lets out a quiet sigh and shifts so that the space between you lessens.

“I haven’t been honest with you,” he says with a repentant frown, looking down at your intertwined hands contemplatively. You swallow nervously and are unsure of where this conversation could be heading, but it seems like it’s serious.

“What is it, Bucky?”

“I didn’t ask you to be my fake girlfriend because it would be easier to pretend with you. I asked because… well, I knew that I wouldn’t have to convince everyone of something that was already true.”

The air feels like it’s buzzing around you while you process his words; you almost can’t believe what you’re hearing, and a part of you is convinced that maybe you’re just misunderstanding him, but the look of complete love and yearning on his face only solidifies the truth in his words.

“So you’re saying you mean it when you tell those reporters that you love me?” You utter in quiet surprise, eyes sparkling under the moonlight when you meet his gaze. “And that I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen?”

“Every single word,” he murmurs softly, metal hand coming to rest on your cheek. “I have loved every minute of being your boyfriend, and I don’t want that to end after my campaign is up. I want us to be the real deal, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip to hold back a giddy smile and nearly melt into his touch when he brings your face closer to his own so that your noses brush together. He hesitates for only a moment before finally closing the space between you both and kissing you sweetly. Your arms find their way around his neck as he pulls you impossibly close against him and encapsulates you in his warmth. Underneath the moonlight in the garden gazebo, you and Bucky share your first real kiss.

You feel dazed when you finally break apart, your heart beating a mile a minute and only increasing when Bucky flashes you a grin.

“I’ve wanted to do that for ages,” he confesses earnestly before stealing another kiss. “I’m sorry it took me this long to finally tell you.”

“I would have waited forever,” you admit sheepishly, effectively outing yourself as a lovesick fool. You allow yourself to rest your head upon his chest while his arms move to wrap around your figure and encase you against him. The music from inside quietly drifts into the garden, and you hum in contentment as Bucky slowly sways you back and forth.

You know if you don’t move now you’ll miss the cake, but there isn’t a single ounce of your spirit that wishes to leave from this spot. Bucky is finally yours, and you can finally be honest about your feelings with the man you’ve been hopelessly in love with for years.

It seems your only worry now will be having to explain to Sam why you missed his cake cutting.

#mel writes #bucky barnes #sam wilson #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #mcu #marvel #mcu x reader #mcu imagine

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highdramas · 1 month ago

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ik you said you were looking for ideas: what if the f!attending!reader got too drunk at a group outing and he took her home?

party for you | dr. jack abbot

pairing: jack abbot x f!resident!reader warnings: language, age gap (unspecified, but reader is late 20s/early 30s and jack is mid/late 40s), descriptions of throwing up, references to sex and gets steamy but nothing explicit, sweet sweet fluff <3 word count: 2.6k summary: you party a little too hard and jack takes care of you in his perfect way. notes: if you are under 18 do not interact with any of my work or this fic. thank you for this lovely request!!!! idk if i like how this one turned out but i hope that you do! oh to be taken care of by jack when i'm too drunk! this is a part of the ring of fire interconnected series, but it’s not necessary to read the prior parts to understand this fic. if you would like to, though, you can find the masterlist here <3 not proofread so apologies for any errors!

“hey, brother.”

“hey man.” jack keeps one steady hand on the wheel, the other holds the phone to his ear. when he felt the vibration from his pocket, there was that sudden, jolting feeling. was it you? were you okay? did you just want to say hi? did you miss him, the way he missed you? but then robby flashes across his screen, adorned with a stupid picture of him from a thanksgiving potluck a few years back.

( when he thinks about that thanksgiving potluck now, in retrospect, the detail that stands out to him is that he actually sat next to you. when dana, half drunk and wild with her wine glass in the air, asked everyone to share what they were grateful for, jack had nudged you and muttered, “just say your family. it makes her weepy, every time.”

you had covered your mouth to stifle your laughter. he felt entirely satisfied with himself. one little moment out of several across the years where the lines were clearly drawn: attending, resident. teacher, student. off limits. )

jack makes a shoddy attempt at shaking the thought of you away to focus on whatever it is robby needs to share– unlikely to keep him as rapt, but worthy of his time and attention, presumably.

“you getting close to town?”

“uh– ‘bout five minutes out. what’s up?” the rumble of the party is heard, but robby doesn’t say anything. jack asks robby if you’re alright. more quiet.

when you asked jack last weekend if he was planning on going to princess’s halloween party, with that goddamn glint of hope in your eye, it had taken all of the self control in the world to say, “i volunteer with the VA for a camping trip every halloween weekend. i won’t be back until late the night of the party.”

you had deflated slightly, but mustered up enough mischief to say, “what, you don’t want to go as jim and pam from the office, in true 'we just started dating' fashion? rude.”

he had hung his head, put his hands on your thighs and looked up at you with what he could only assume was a pathetic, pitiful expression. to be fair, you made him reasonably pathetic, and certainly pitiful. the fact that every man wasn’t unreasonably infatuated with you was a wonder to him.

“i’m sure i can get someone to cover for me–”

“no,” you had said with a shake of your head. your hands went to cradle his face, your thumb brushing the place where a dimple develops when you really get him smiling, or laughing. “don’t do that. they’re planning on having you. i shouldn’t be selfish.”

but what if he wanted to be selfish? it’s already been a significant struggle to not want to follow you everywhere. he would go with you into his worst nightmare if you asked. he’d do another tour if it meant that you were smiling at him, just like you were in that moment. the hold that you have on him is not lost on him in the slightest, and he wouldn't change it, even if he wanted to. devotion feels good. it feels right.

but, with coaxing from you, he had gone on the trip, and you still went to princess’s party. when he got cell service back during the four hour drive, he immediately called you, if only to hear your voice. you sounded excited, but he could hear the dip in it when you said wish you were here. then you sent a picture of that goddamn tomb raider costume…

which was why, despite his exhaustion, despite the fact that he probably stinks like a campfire, despite the way that his leg burns… he has princess’s address in his gps.

“is she alright?” jack repeats himself.

“she’s fine. she’s fine. she’s just had a lot to drink, is all. dana’s in the bathroom with her now, but i think she’s about ready to, uh, go. i was just wanting to see if you were close, or if we should get mateo to–”

“don’t put her in a goddamn car with mateo, or anyone else. i’m down the fucking road. are you keeping her hydrated?”

“yes, and–”

“what about some carbs? get her a piece of toast. she’ll ask for it with honey, but best to keep it plain. and maybe some ice on her wrists to cool her body temperature. she’s prone to overheating.”

“jack,” robby cuts through. “we know. we got her. i’ll see you soon, brother.”

–

the thing that people don’t tell you about alcohol? it’s fun when it’s fun. it’s horrible when it’s horrible. well, they do tell you that. you've seen enough alcohol poisoning cases come through the emergency department to know just how easy it is to topple over the edge without even realizing it. but, treating it is one thing. experiencing it is another.

and there might not be anything more hellish than getting nearly blacked out, surrounded by health care professionals.

everything had been great. you were drinking a little more than normal, but, hey– it was halloween! and you had two days off in a row! that felt like something to be celebrated. and, yeah, maybe the fact that you drank two of those nearly neon blue buzzballs was a bad idea. maybe that last shot with princess was also a bad idea. but you had been feeling good. better than good.

you had never been much of a drinker, or a partier, but not because you didn’t want to be. sometimes, you just didn’t know how to be. at a certain point, you had accepted that you were a little bit of a recluse in college… and med school… and, now, through your residency, too. you liked working and researching and if you weren’t doing either of those things, you preferred to smoke some weed to relax and watch below deck, or a real housewives franchise.

the only time that you didn’t feel like a loser was when you were in jack’s living room watching something inane, like one of those live police shows, or ancient aliens, because if you get jack high enough, he’ll want to watch it for hours. in those moments, the only label that felt sufficient was his.

you are typically wise enough to know what your limits are around drinking– you are a doctor, after all. but you were feeling a little moody since jack wasn’t there, and the alcohol wasn’t doing anything to help that, and then, you made the uniquely horrible decision to hit the joint that was being passed around the backyard. you told yourself it would calm your nerves. the only thing it did was kick off the world spinning for the better part of an hour.

which is how you’re now, here. back against the wall of princess’s bathroom, your head between your knees, with dana and samira crouched beside you, each trying to heal you– as is their nature.

“baby, you need to look up, and just stare at that shampoo bottle. keep staring at it and don’t stop. that’s my trick for the spins.” dana’s voice sounds warbled, far away. you force your head up and stare at the shampoo bottle in question. “good, good. keep doing that.”

robby comes to the doorway with his phone in his hand, and a fresh glass of water in the other. you don’t quite pick up everything that he says, but you hear jack and soon and it’s enough for your incoherent brain to string together the rest. “jack is here?” you ask, and damn that hope in your voice, damn it to hell. you’ve been publicly dating for less than six months and you’re already being embarrassingly, publicly in love.

“yeah, he’s almost here.”

you smile. laugh a little to yourself. dana and samira share a look and they can’t help the laughter, too. you’re about to say something else when robby is maneuvered to the side, and jack stands in the doorframe. everything is still spinning, but you try dana’s trick, making jack into your shampoo bottle, using the image of him to ground yourself. “hey,” you say, head falling back and thunking against the wall. he’s at your side immediately, using a hand to cradle the back of your head, push strands away from your eyes. “i think i partied a little too hard.”

“yeah, i think so too, kid.” he gives robby an intense look and a nod of his head and everyone clears out from the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. he finds your eyes, so bleary and tired and unfocused. you give him a half hearted pout that turns into a smile. “want me to get you home?”

“yes, please,” you let him hold your head up, hand sliding from the back of it to your cheek. you turn your mouth to press a kiss into his palm, open-mouthed, wanting, despite everything. “i’m so embarrassed.”

“what?” jack scrunches his face up. “you have nothing to be embarrassed over.”

“i do,” you say through a hiccup, your hands reaching to grab at jack’s forearms– you love his arms, love how strong they look, love how they hold you. “i started blabbing about how much i love you to robby. and i’m not embarrassed that i love you– i’m embarrassed because i’m supposed to be a professional, and you’re my attending, and–” you cut yourself off because he’s smiling at you, wide. “why are you looking at me like that?”

“because you’re one of a kind, kid.” he presses a kiss into your forehead. “c’mon, let’s–”

the sentence dies because you dive forward, scrambling to get the toilet seat up before you empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. “shit.” you hear him grunt, but it’s faint over the sound of you coughing, resting your forehead against the edge. you take in a shaky breath as you feel jack’s hands pulls the strands of your hair that have escaped the lara croft-esque braid you put your hair into. “let it out. you’re good, i’ve got you. you’ll feel better.”

you throw up another two times before your stomach finally relents and gives up the good fight. your limbs are shaky, and jack’s hand rubs a gentle pattern into your spine. you faintly, far away, hear the door open just a crack. jack murmurs something to who you can only presume is robby, because he returns with a fresh glass of water, a sleeve of saltine crackers, and a stick of gum. you're just glad they're not taking you to the emergency room for a bag of fluids. you wouldn't put it past them.

jack settles behind you with a groan, knees creaking. you look at him from over your shoulder and ask, despite everything, “how was the camping trip?”

he smirks, the amusement at your question evident on his face. “good. really good.” he adjusts the tank top that you wear, where it’s ridden up, smoothing it against your waist. “how are you feeling?”

“much better,” you say with a nod of your head as a punctuation. “it was the joint i smoked that really did me dirty. and the fact that i ate, like, ten hush puppies.”

“i believe it.” he looks lost in thought for a moment, before he adds, “i’m sorry i wasn’t here.”

“it’s not your job to babysit me,” you muse, shaky hand taking the water from him. he shakes his head and puts it to your lips, helps tip your head back, takes proper care of you. “and you deserve to do things on your own. we both have to do that if we want this to work.” the alcohol still has you loose, because you continue, “i like being my own person. doing my own things. but…” you shrug a shoulder. “i really like being me with you. i did wish you were here tonight. i missed you. i kept looking over my shoulder like you'd just... be there.”

“i wished i was too. i missed you,” jack sets the glass down and hands you a saltine cracker instead. his eyes trail you, up and down. “i didn’t get a chance to say it yet, but you look sexy.”

“i just threw up enough alcohol to get an entire sorority drunk.”

“still sexy.” his hand lands on your thigh and squeezes one time before he lets go. “you wanna get out of here? or want to hang for a little?”

“i’m ready to go.” jack helps you to your feet and rubs at your shoulders while you take handfuls of water from the sink, swishing it about in your mouth. jack unwraps the stick of gum and turns you, tapping it against your chin once. you open your mouth for him and he places it on your tongue with a heady gaze. you blow a bubble at him, listen to the pop fill the air around you.

when his eyes flick down to your mouth, you put a hand on his chest. “you can’t wait to kiss me until i’ve brushed my teeth?”

“i don’t care.” his hands are getting greedy, going to your waist, squeezing like he just needs to feel you, needs to feel that you’re real and right in front of him. “please.”

before, you never would’ve pinned jack abbot as a clingy man. now, it makes perfect sense to you. you only need to be apart for a few hours before he’s looking at the little picture of you that he has in his wallet. you could only imagine him these last three days: huddled around a campfire, mind drifting to you. the thought makes you feel a satisfaction you've never known before.

you don’t know if you’ve ever been loved as completely as jack loves you. it’s not just one way that he’s good: it’s all of the ways. he’s not perfect, and you don’t expect him to be– sometimes, he can close himself off. he can snap at you when he’s irritable. but he’s good. a good man.

how can you deny jack what he’s asking for? especially when he asks so nicely. you give a slight nod of your head and that’s enough for him. he pulls you in close, by the back of your neck, his favorite point of your body: and he presses his lips against yours and kisses you so thoroughly that you feel breathless.

you feel a little bit like a college kid, making out in a bathroom while loud music plays behind you. but you wouldn’t change a thing: you love sex with jack, you love that he makes it good, tender, hot, passionate. but you love this, too: the neediness that can exist without ever taking an article of clothing off, arching your back so that your breasts press against his chest, hearing the catch of his breath when you do. you love to rake your fingers through his hair because you know that it drives him crazy, and you like seeing the goosebumps that you get in return.

jack nips your lower lip with his teeth and it makes you gasp into his mouth, and his hand squeezes against the back of your neck. he chuckles into you. “i love when you do that,” he breathes. “when you make that sound.”

it’s your turn to cling to the back of jack’s neck and press your fingers into it. “are you going to take me home or not?”

jack wears his smirk like a badge of honor. and then, so seamlessly, he blows a bubble with the gum that at some point went from your mouth to his.

“that is disgusting,” you say, but your face deceives you: your slack-jawed, twinkly eyes expression says everything that words can’t. “foul.”

“sorry,” jack says and comes in for one more hot kiss, using his tongue to press the gum back into your mouth. “didn’t mean to take that.”

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charmedimsure · 5 months ago

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WE'RE OKAY || kang dae-ho

pairing: Kang Dae-ho x f!reader summary: Things go wrong during the third game word count: 2.1k warnings: mingle game, character death, blood, squid game stuff A/N: this man is the only thing in my head rn. posted this before when tags weren't updating so reposting now. also this is only sorta proofread so if you see any mistakes no you didn't <3 **this is sorta a p2 to "a welcome distraction" but can be read as standalone**

We will go hand in hand

And have fun jumping around

Round and round

The platform stops turning suddenly, and you grab onto Dae-ho to stop yourself from falling over.

"Eleven"

You and Dae-ho lock eyes for a split second before you both start looking around for more players. Together you were six, meaning you needed four more.

Gi-hun turns to a player behind him. "How many are you?"

"Four," the woman replies.

"That makes us ten!" Jung-bae whimpers.

A man from another group comes running over. "Are you five? We need five!"

Before any of you can answer, another player yells back. "We have five people! Come with us!"

The two groups go running off towards a door.

"We have to hurry!" Gi-hun says.

"There's no time, Gi-hun!" Young-il tells him.

"We need one more!" the tall woman yells. She spots someone by herself near the center of the platform and grabs her. "We have eleven now!"

"To the green door over there! Hurry!" Young-il yells, already running off in the direction of the door.

Before you know what's happening, Dae-ho grabs you and pulls you along after him. You rush after him into the room, pushing yourself against the wall to make room for everyone else to get inside. You look up at the man next to you before turning your head towards the beeping sound coming from the back of the room. The clock runs out, and the lock clicks on the door.

You breathe out a sigh of relief that you made it in time, but jump and yelp when you hear the screams coming from outside the door, along with the gunshots. Looking towards the door, you watch Gi-hun's reactions as he watches the people outside. The sounds of gunshots are soon replaced with the sounds of the forklifts coming in with the coffins.

Your heart begins to race. If Dae-ho had not taken you back to his friends and added you to his team, you surely would be one of those bodies out there. You look up at Dae-ho to see him already looking down at you. He saved your life.

Dae-ho looks you over to make sure you're okay before you both look around at the others in the room with you. You smile a bit when you see the nice lady and her son with you, as well as players 120 and 095. You had watched them during the six-legged race and watching them cross the finish line had filled you with hope that you could do it too.

"You're alive thanks to me!" a voice yells from inside your room, making you and everyone else jump. You turn and see the creepy lady standing in the middle of the green room, looking you all over one by one. She speaks to Gi-hun, making everyone look at each other with a mix of fear and confusion. This lady doesn't seem to understand that it is not the time for this.

The eliminated players are announced and you are let out of the rooms. The floors are already covered in blood. Red is splattered all over the walls as a morbid reminder of what will happen to you if you lose.

Everyone steps onto the platform and it starts moving again as the music starts up. Looking around, you see that weird purple-haired guy and his friend dancing together. You don't know whether to smile that people can find happiness even in a moment like this, or to be horrified that they can dance in the blood of all those people.

The platform stops again and you are shot back into the game.

"Four"

Your team looks around at each other. Just as you're about to volunteer to find others, Young-il and Jung-bae separate, shouting about needing two more people.

The rest of you run towards an open room with a purple door, taking deep breaths. Gi-hun keeps the door open and looks outside to make sure that the others found another room in time. Right before time runs out, Dae-ho pulls Gi-hun into the room and closes the door, hearing the lock turn immediately after.

The room is tense with none of you knowing whether your friends made it in time. You look at Dae-ho, seeing the worry on his face, and gently take his hand. He looks towards you and squeezes your hand, not letting go even when the doors unlock and you are let out.

Dae-ho starts yelling for Young-il and Jung-bae before a voice calling Gi-hun's name grabs your attention. You look over with relief to see that both of them are alive.

Young-il turns to Jun-hee, asking her if she is alright.

"Wait a minute," Young-il says, "if the next number is seven, we won't need anyone else, will we?"

You all smile as you understand what he's saying, and Jun-hee holds her swelling stomach, a warm smile on her face.

The number for the next round is three, making it easy for your team to split up into two groups and get into rooms with time to spare. You nearly cry as the mother and son are reunited after the round ends, and Dae-ho pulls you towards him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

Your team grows after that, quietly adding the old lady and her son and players 120 and 095.

The platform starts to spin again as the next round starts.

"I hate this fucking song," you mumble under your breath.

The platform stops as the voice announces the next group size.

"Seven"

"Two men and five women! Go!" Gi-hun yells to the team.

"Which two men?" Jung-bae asks.

"I'm going with my mom!" Yong-sik says, holding onto his mother tightly.

Dae-ho holds up your joined hands. "I'm coming." You're dragged in the direction of the group as you run along. Dae-ho opens an orange door, but stops seeing that it's full.

The old man from before pushes Dae-ho out of the doorway before shutting the door. You keep Dae-ho from falling and instead pull him in the direction of an open room that player 120 found. As you run, you can hear the voice counting down. You make it with just a few seconds to spare.

You sigh in relief, but freeze once you turn around. Instead of two men and five women, the room contains two men and four women. Player 120 is standing near the door, ready to run outside when a man pushes her into the room and closes the door just in time for them to lock.

The crying eyes of player 095 look through the slot in the door.

"Young-mi!" Player 120 screams, running towards the door and desperately trying to open it.

The girl outside continues crying until a gunshot is heard and she slides down the door.

Player 120 screams as the woman cries with her son over their lost friend. Dae-ho pulls you close to him as player 120 starts screaming at the man who came in. As sad as his is to see the girl die, he's relieved that it wasn't you out there looking at him through the slot.

The doors unlock and you walk out silently. The others smile when they find you, but immediately notice the missing girl and frown. Without a word, you all step up onto the platform once more as the voice announces that this will be the last round and the music starts up again.

"What do you think it'll be this time?" Jung-bae asks Gi-hun.

"Two," Young-il answers, getting our attention.

"Why?"

"There are 126 people left, and there are 50 rooms. So there won't be enough rooms for everyone, only 100."

You and Dae-ho look at each other. He tightens his grip on your hand, silently telling you that he will bring be with you. You nod at him and get ready to run.

"Two"

Everyone immediately starts running towards the doors in a mad sprint. You stay with Dae-ho, keeping your hands together so you don't get separated.

Dae-ho opens a red door, but you're pushed aside before you can get in with him. You look up as another man pushes inside the room and closes him and Dae-ho in.

Fear like you've never known before takes over your body. You're about to die. Dae-ho can be heard inside the room, screaming your name and trying to open the door, but the man keeps him from getting out. The voice starts to count down from ten. As you accept you're fate, a pair of hands grab you and drag you into a yellow room, throwing you in before throwing the lone person inside out and closing the door.

You gasp for air as you pull yourself off the floor, staying on your hands and knees as you try to get a grasp of what just happened. Someone had saved your life.

Turning to see who your savior is, your eyes grow wide when you read the '246' on his chest.

He kneels beside you, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright?"

You nod frantically. "Thanks to you."

The gunshots begin outside and you throw your arms around the man in front of you. You'd be one of them if it weren't for him.

"Thank you," you cry into his shoulder as he hugs you back.

"There was enough time. I watched you get pushed and I just had to do something," he says.

You want to say thank him a million times, but words won't come out as you just stay in each others arms.

Two rooms over, Dae-ho's knuckles are stained red with blood as he punches the door over and over. There's no way that you made it in time, he knows that. He turns and screams at the other player in his room for pushing you, attempting to hit him before his cries take over and he falls into the corner of the room, sobbing into his sleeve.

The doors are eventually unlocked and everyone makes their way out. Dae-ho walks out slowly, looking at the floor and feeling empty. He couldn't save you.

The others run over to him, but they all frown and let out a few gasps when they see that the other person coming out of his room isn't you.

Dae-ho finally looks up at his team, though they all look blurry from the tears in his eyes. He must look like a wreck, but he can't even bring himself to care about that.

Jung-bae walks up to him and puts a hand on his shoulder, and Dae-ho breaks down again, sobbing into the shoulder of his fellow ex-marine. The area around them is silent except for Dae-ho's cries. That is until door opens behind them and a small gasp is heard in front of him. Dae-ho looks up at the woman holding her son and sees her looking past him.

"Dae-ho."

Dae-ho freezes when he hears the voice. He slowly turns around, not wanting to get his hopes up and believe that it's you. But there you, alive and standing in front of him. You look at each other for a few seconds before Dae-ho rushes towards you, throwing his arms around you as you do the same.

The man breaks down again as he hugs you. "I thought you were dead. I'm so sorry."

You rub his back as he cries, quietly telling him that it's okay.

He pulls back and cups your face with his hands, making sure to look you over. "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, Dae-ho, it wasn't your fault," you reassure him. "And I'm okay. Everything is alright."

He nods, though tears continue to fall down his cheeks. "How did you find a room?"

You smile and look behind you at the man walking towards your group. "This man here picked me up off the floor and saved me at the last moment."

Player 246 just smiles. Dae-ho pulls you back into a hug as he thanks the man over and over for saving your life.

The other players start filtering out of the room. You break away from Dae-ho and pull him along with you towards the door.

As you're walking, he throws an arm around you and pulls you against him, placing a desperate kiss on your forehead that makes you blush. "I can't believe you're alive," he whispers against your skin.

You smile at him and take his hand, squeezing it. "You said it yourself, we're going to get out of here. Together."

Dae-ho keeps you close to him as you walk, the others from your team patting you on the shoulder as they tell you they're happy you made it. Dae-ho keeps his eyes on you the whole time, determined to get the both of you out of here. Today.

Dae-ho tags: @gudfornuthin

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navybrat817 · 4 months ago

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Just.... Bucky getting on his knees and begging "honey, open your legs please" like he's a man that's been starving for months, him breathing and tasting through the panties because he's that impatient.

I love this so much, nonnie.

Sweet Like Honey

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky begs to have a taste when he gets home.

Word Count: Over 1.2k

Warnings: Oral sex (f. receiving), implied sex, possessive behavior, established relationship, slight feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: This feels like Feral Bucky. Hope you lovelies enjoy. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You sat on the couch fifteen minutes ago. You closed your eyes five minutes ago. It amazed you that you hadn't fallen asleep with how tired you were from your long day, but Bucky would be home shortly and you wanted to curl up with him before you dozed off. He’d find it sweet, and so would you.

You should've known he’d have other ideas.

“Hey, Bucky,” you mumbled when you heard his deliberate footsteps. When he didn't answer you cracked an eye open. “Bucky?” you asked, watching him toss his jacket away and flex his hands. He had a familiar look in his blue eyes. Not quite feral, but close.

Oh, he was hungry.

He pushed the coffee table out of the way with his foot and bent down to kiss your lips. Soft, but desperate, so it didn't surprise you when he dropped to his knees in front of you. “Honey, open your legs,” he demanded in a dark, deep voice once he pushed your dress up. One that made you grip the cushions when he rested his hands on your knees. “Please.”

“Well, hello to you, too.” You rolled your eyes, but your smile was affectionate. What had him so wound up? “At least you said please.”

“I did, now please open your legs,” he demanded again, but it wasn't as forceful. You heard a hint of desperation, the same kind you tasted on his lips when he kissed you. “I’m already on my knees.”

“You are,” you agreed and you loved how badly he wanted you. “But why should I open my legs for you? I’m pretty tired.”

His mouth fell open. You never passed up an opportunity for him to pleasure you, and you’d let him eat as much as his heart desired. But you wanted to hear him beg a little for it for no reason at all.

“Because I'm horny and hungry and your pussy is the only thing that’ll satisfy me,” he answered, looking at where your legs were still together. “C’mon. Pussy’s so good. I need it. I crave it. Soft as silk, sweet like honey.”

You moaned. They were good reasons. “Tempting, tempting, but you just ate my pussy yesterday,” you reminded him, which earned you an offended look from the love of your life.

“Yesterday. An entire day ago. Your pussy needs me,” he snarled, his fingers sliding to your thighs and digging in. “Or should I say my pussy?”

“Easy, tiger. We both know it’s yours,” you teased, burying a hand in his hair and making him groan when you tugged on the strands. His words could turn you into molten lava, and you were wet the second he dropped to his knees. “But opening my legs doesn't address the fact that I'm tired. You understand that.”

He smirked when your legs opened an inch. “I’m sorry you're tired, but making you feel good is the perfect way to get you to sleep. I’ll get you off on my tongue and fingers… Make you pass out when I get my cock in you.” He sounded wrecked as your thighs parted more, your core . “And I’ll carry you to bed and wrap you in a warm blanket.”

“And you’ll cuddle with me, too? If you’re demanding that I open up, I demand some cuddles,” you said. He’d cuddle with you even if you didn't demand it.

“Cuddle, snuggle, curl up with you, spoon you, can even keep me cock warm while I hold you,” he rattled off, smirking when you bit your lip. “Just let me eat, please.”

You hummed. It was tempting. And how many people could say a super soldier begged for just a taste of them? To fuck them? “Just how hungry are you and for what reason?”

Bucky licked his lips when you completely opened your legs and showed him your clothed cunt. “Fucking hungry and for no reason at all except your existence,” he growled.

You made a small noise when he dove in and inhaled, your face nearly burning from how hot it felt when he licked and tugged impatiently at the wet fabric with his teeth. “Bucky!”

“Told you. ‘m fucking hungry.” He licked the fabric again with a growl and nudged your clit with his nose. “God, you’re so wet for me. Need it on my tongue. Need it on my cock.”

“Fuck…” you whimpered. He wanted your pussy so badly he couldn't even wait for a proper taste. “Okay, you can eat.” He had begged enough in your eyes.

“Fucking finally.”

You scoffed. “Finally? You just-”

He ripped your underwear off and left you bare, drawing another breathless sound from you at the first touch of his mouth on your damp folds. He brought his hands to your hips and pulled you closer so he could open you up with his tongue, his broad shoulders keeping your legs apart. You nearly lost it when he plunged it deep inside and licked around your walls, his throaty moan making you shudder. Every lick and caress made you feel like you’d melt into the couch. The sensations were overwhelming, especially since your senses went from dull to heightened.

“Beautiful,” he rumbled.

“We both are,” you smiled. He made you feel beautiful, and he sure as fuck looked beautiful between your thighs.

“And I’m so…” His thumb on your clit had you pulling his hair. “Fucking…” You tightened around the finger that slipped inside your tight channel. “Hungry.”

There was no getting between Bucky and his meal. No stopping him once he had a taste, his fingers and mouth tender even as he devoured you. It almost didn't seem fair some days. All you had to do was flash your tits or spread your legs and the ex-assassin was lost to the world. Even after a long day you got to lay back while he pleasured you simply because he wanted you. You reaped all the benefits, came every time.

You’d make sure he came, too, before the night was over.

“You… really are hungry,” you moaned, your back arching when another finger. Bucky wasn't just an enthusiastic lover. He was attentive. He knew what made you tick and how to make you let go. “Fuck! There! Please!”

“Music to my ears, and you really do taste like fucking honey.” He gazed up at you with a smirk on his wet lips as his fingers curled. You tasted yourself on his lips before and it tasted nothing like honey, but who were you to argue when he enjoyed it so much? “Melt for me and I’ll carry you to bed on my cock.”

It didn't take you long to reach your peak of pleasure once his mouth was back on you, your thighs shaking and his name leaving your lips in a cry. He hummed and groaned as he tasted your release like it was the most delicious treat he ever had. You were aware that he called you a good girl as your vision blurred, and he also said he loved you as you rode out your orgasm. He may have even apologized for the “lack of foreplay”.

But as he carried you to bed with a kiss to your forehead and his cock buried inside you as promised, you knew he’d more than make that up to you.

The man needs you, okay? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Shelter in the Storm {Joel Miller x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: Vaginal sex, rough sex, needy Joel, unspoken feelings, fucking your feelings away, tender sex, dirty talk, being vulnerable, typical canon violence, guns, drugging someone, JOEL DOESN’T DIE, death, anxiety, confessions.

Comments: We had to fix it. What really happens in Episode 2

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“Joel?” You gasp at the sight of him on your doorstep. It’s freezing outside, the partygoers all gone to bed, but he’s standing there with this intense look on his face. You haven’t seen it before and you frown, “what’s happened?” He doesn’t respond, just pushes into your home like he owns it, and you gasp when he kicks the door shut and grabs your waist, spinning you around to press you into the wood. His hands grabbing your robe while his lips press against yours in a kiss you can only describe as equal parts hunger and desperate. You grip his jacket, letting him devour you against the front door. It’s the middle of the night but you can’t deny him anything. You never have been able to since he arrived in Jackson five years ago.

He shouldn’t have come to your door. He’s got recon in the morning. He should be in his own bed, staring up at the ceiling and drowning in his guilt, his sorrow for the mistakes that he has made. Ellie’s glare haunting him from the chair on the porch and as soon as he had gone inside, he had been heading right back out again. Knowing that she was safe for the night, he had traveled the familiar path to your door. Knowing that you wouldn’t deny him for some strange reason and needing the solace of your arms to silence the ghosts of his past from haunting him.

You’ve played this game with him for five years. Five years of late night sex followed by polite nods and small talk in the daytime. Five years of pretending that you don’t want more. Five years of trying to act like you’re not in love with him. It’s a practiced dance. Him pressing you against your door until he’s swinging you around and gruffly telling you to take him to your bedroom. A hurried rush up the stairs and he’s tugging on the tie of your robe, letting it drop to the floor to expose your pajamas. It’s freezing cold so they aren’t the sexy silk nighties you have during the summer when the air is stifling. It’s plush tartan pants and a long sleeve shirt but he still looks at you like he wants to eat you whole. His hands tear at your shirt and you push his jacket from his shoulders as soon as the top is falling to the floor to expose your tits to his desperate eyes.

You let him take control, knowing he needs this. You’ve seen the problem between him and Ellie, even if you don’t know the thing that caused it, and you simply want to be there for him. Maybe in some deluded way, you hope that one day he will realize what’s right in front of him and confess he loves you. You moan into the kiss, hands sliding down his chest to start unbuttoning his shirt. You need to touch him but he pinches your nipples so you gasp, allowing his tongue to plunder your mouth.

Joel needs this, he needs the soft acceptance, the want in your touch. You know some of the worst of him, but not all. Not the things that no one else knows but him. You still look at him like he’s a man, a human, not some kind of scary creature that is worse than the things outside. “So good to me.” Words haven’t been easy for him, not on a romantic front. Never have been, but he shows how he feels from the way he takes care of you. The way he touches you. He weighs both breasts in his hands as he kisses down your chest to take your nipple in his mouth.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, a little thinner now and streaked with more gray, but he’s just as sexy as the moment you met him when he arrived in Jackson. You moan, arching your back into his touch, and he doesn’t hesitate to hook his fingers into your pajama pants to start pulling them down.

There’s so much that he doesn’t say. Can’t say. You step out of your pants and he instinctively cups your cunt, threading his fingers through the soft hair to find your clit. Eager to hear your breathless cries of pleasure to drown out the roaring sound of silence.

You whimper at the way his calloused fingers rub your clit. He’s so rough but when he touches you, it’s like you’re made of fine china and he doesn’t want to break you. “Joel.” You moan, leaning in to kiss his scruffy jaw. “Please.” You beg, unable to stop yourself. You need him to be rough. “Just fuck me like you need to. I won’t break.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He grunts against your belly, having shifted down to his knee to kiss along your hips. “Don’t worry about that.” You beg and he wonders if you need it rough. “You want me to fuck you?” His tone deepens, dropping down to a rough octave he reserves for when he’s furious. “Make you scream?”

Your belly clenched at that tone and you nod, tugging on his hair to drag him up from the floor. He groans as his knees ache when he stands and you reach for his belt, needing to feel him. “Please. Fuck me, Joel.” You beg, needing to be there for him, to let him use your body like you know he needs to. “Make me scream so everyone in Jackson knows who’s fucking me.”

“Shiitttt.” Joel hisses when you open the fly of his jeans. Releasing a little of the pressure that has built up rapidly and he grabs your hands, yanking them above your head as he turns you towards the bed and forces you down on your knees. He’s never been the type of man to be selfish, but you are begging him to be.

You moan at how he manhandles you, loving how he takes control. "Yes." You hiss, cunt clenching around nothing as he kneels on the bed, his big hand gripping yours in one of his.

He would normally make sure you are ready for him, but now he’s shuffling to push his jeans and underwear down with one hand. Holding your hands like you are trying to escape. He’s aching with the need to feel something other than pain and he is so fucking grateful to you for being willing to let him have you. “Scream for me.” He growls, pushing into you with a sharp snap of his hips that sends him bottoming out in a split second.

You aren’t wet enough to take him like this but you don’t complain. He needs this and he stretches you out. “Fuck, Joel!” You cry out, fingers curling in the sheets as he starts to fuck you without giving you a moment to adjust but you don’t care.

Joel groans, loving how tight your cunt is clamped down around him as he starts to hammer into you. “So good to me.” He huffs, already feeling like he’s going to explode. Still his hips snap forward, again and again, only pulling back so he can rock into you and feel you grip him tight. “Takin’ my cock. Moanin’ for me.”

He's relentless, not giving you time to breathe, and you'd be shocked by the quick movement of a 61 year old man, but he's causing your mind to go blank and your jaw to drop when he pushes deep again. Your cheek rests on your sheets, eyes closed and mouth open as screams escape your lips that later you'd deny how loud you were. "Fuck! Oh shit. You're so deep, baby." You choke, tits swaying with every thrust of his hips.

He grunts, breaths puffing out from the harsh pace. It feels incredible, your walls are spasming around him and he looks down to see your puckered hole constricting just as much. “You’ll feel me tomorrow.” He promises, even though it’s technically today. You are going out on a recon too, although he wants to insist you stay in. He can’t, he doesn’t have control over you, but he can make you feel him every time you shift on your horse.

"I'll feel you for a week." You retort breathlessly, trying and failing to grind back onto him when he is gripping your hips. His hand comes down on your ass, the smack echoing in your bedroom, and you cry his name yet again. In the silence of the night, snow falling outside, you are his and when the sun rises, he won't be yours. "Yes! Yes!" You choke, getting closer, and when his hand slides around your hip to find your clit, you fall apart within a few swipes of his calloused, hard worn, fingers.

This is what he wanted, what he craved. The high pitched, pleasured cry that cannot even begin to be compared to a sound of pain. He gave you that. His thrusts slow as you shake under him and his head turns to press kisses into your shoulder. He’s not done, but the first haze of need has been stripped away, now craving your arms wrapped around him.

You thought he’d just fuck you harder and cum on your ass before leaving you to your empty bed while he goes home. That’s usually how it happens. When he pulls out of you, you frown and look over your shoulder at him. He has this strange look on his face, and you shift onto your knees, “are you okay?”

“No.” He admits, reaching out to cup your face. “But being here helps.” He lunges forward and presses you back to the bed before he pulls away to get up and completely strip down. He hadn’t taken off his boots, but they are discarded now until he is just as bare as you are.

You sit up on your elbows, admiring the glory that is Joel Miller. For his age, he's ridiculously handsome, and you sometimes wonder how devastating he must've been as a younger man. He's gorgeous and you watch him undress and when he's bare, you shift onto your knees. He frowns at you until you duck down to wrap your lips around his cock, wanting to help him relax and forget the shit show that awaits you outside the door.

“Shit.” Joel hisses, teeth clenched together as he reaches for the back of your head before he changes his mind and cups your cheek. You are looking up at him, eyes wide and seemingly innocent despite knowing you are anything but. “You were too good for me.” He murmurs honestly, eyes fluttering when you squeeze the base of his cock gently and jerk him off. “Fuuuuuck.”

You moan around him, watching him and the way his eyes flutter closed. Like the weight of the world is off his shoulders for a few moments and it has you clenching to know you can provide that for him. He caresses your cheek, feeling the way his thick cock stretches your jaw as you take him a little deeper.

His chest heaves while you bob your head on his cock. Making him feel like nothing else exists outside this bedroom. He feels normal, like before. He murmurs your name as his eyes open and he pulls his hips back. “I want to be inside you.” He explains when you frown. “Can I have you?”

His request has your heart clenching and you nod, swallowing harshly when he shifts to push you onto your back. This is intimate for Joel and he rarely fucks you like this. "You have me." You promise, eyes shining with unsaid emotion in the middle of the night.

Joel licks his lips before he slowly gathers you into his arms. Shifting between your thighs and rolling his hips as he seeks your heat. Groaning when he lines up and he presses his lips to yours gently as he sinks in inch by inch.

You whimper at the new position. He is covering your body, caging you in under his broad frame, and you wrap your legs around him, needing to be closer. His tongue slides into your mouth but the frantic need to dominate you is gone and in its place is a softer caress that makes your heart flutter.

This time, he moves slowly. Deliberately. The roll of his hips is fluid and he keeps his lips on yours, drowning in the kiss even as you anchor him. His arms tighten around you and even if the position makes his back ache, he won’t change it. Needing to hold onto you while he slowly rocks into you.

You slide your hands along his back, broad and strong, he's worked hard to survive. You rock your hips up a little to meet his, moaning when the angle changes. "Fuck. Yes." You moan, sliding your hands lower to squeeze his ass.

He huffs out a groan of his own, cock twitching but he doesn’t quicken the pace. Needing to draw this out even if he needs to sleep for tomorrow’s recon. “You feel so fuckin’ perfect.” He praises, kissing along your jaw. “So warm and wet for me.”

His words have you clenching around him, loving how he finds solace in your body when the world continues to beat him up. “Never had a guy last so long.” You confess, tilting your head so he can kiss down your neck, “most would’ve been pulling out by now.” You moan when he bites on your pulse.

He chuckles, nipping your skin slightly. “Want you to cum for me again.” He tells you. “Plus I jerked off in the shower this mornin’.” He admits, lifting his head and looking you in your eyes. “Thinking about you.”

“Yeah, what were you thinking about?” You giggle, loving how he has an almost sheepish look on his face when he admits that. “Need to watch you one time. Wanna see you jerk off.” You moan at the thought, walls fluttering around him.

He twitches inside you, imaging your eyes dark with lust as you watch him. “Why would I jerk off when you are right there with me?” He hums. “I’d just want to be inside you. Just like I am right now. Buried deep in heaven.”

You moan, loving how his voice is rough with lust at the thought, and you smirk when you slide your hands back up to his shoulders. “You can watch me too.” You promise and he smirks, “now that I’d like to see.” You giggle, sliding your hands higher to tangle your fingers in his salt and pepper hair.

Joel moans when you tug gently, loving the pressure and he presses his lips to yours again. Thrusting a little harder into you and he pecks your lips again. “Why don’t you touch yourself right now?” He suggests. “Make yourself cum by rubbin’ your clit while my cock is inside you.”

His accent has your walls fluttering around him and you obey, sliding your hand between you to rub your clit. You want to please him and you whimper when your fingers rub your bundle of nerves the same time he thrusts deep into you. “Fuck baby. Yes, that’s it. That’s it.” You squeal, loving the angle.

He’s a hard ass a lot of the time. Grumpy and mean to some of the community. Especially assholes he doesn’t like or who hurt Ellie, but he’s not selfish with you. He keeps his hips tilted and thrusts again, looking down between you to watch as you touch yourself. “So fuckin’ pretty.” He coos gruffly. “That’s it, pretty girl. Make yourself cum all over me again.”

You pant, chest heaving as your eyes focus on him as he orders you to cum for him. Your breaths mingle with little whines, his name a garbled mess as you are worked higher until you’re pushed over the edge. You cry out, thighs shaking around his hips as you squeeze your eyes shut while you squeeze his cock inside you.

God, you’re beautiful. Your cunt is squeezing him like a vice and soaking him with your juices. Making him groan and his thrusts sharpen. Chasing that perfect ending for himself as he fucks you through your orgasm. Pumping into you a half dozen more times before he’s pulling free and wrapping his hand around his cock as he kneels between your thighs. “Watch me.” He pants out and making your eyes spring open. Stroking his cock two times before he’s spurting hot ropes of cum across your belly and tits with a low groan of your name.

You watch in rapture as he cums on your skin. Jaw that’s scattered with salt and pepper scruff clenching as his dark eyes focus on you. Grunts escaping his lips as he paints your skin and he looks fucking gorgeous. “Joel.” You moan, reaching up to caress his chest, “so fucking sexy when you cum for me.”

He huffs out a sound of amusement as he relaxes, letting go of his cock and reaching for your thigh to stare down at the mess he made of you for a moment. “You look good covered in my cum.” He murmurs, wishing for a moment he had gotten snipped before the world ended so he could fill you up.

You smile, biting your lip as you relax into your pillows. “I wish we didn’t have to get up early tomorrow. We could stay in bed, forget the shit show going on outside and enjoy the warmth.” You sigh, shifting back, “I better clean up.” You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, standing up only to collapse back when your legs are shaky. Joel has the audacity to chuckle and you turn your head to glare at him playfully, “yeah yeah. This is your fault.”

He smirks. “Lay down.” He orders roughly as he gets off the bed and walks towards your bathroom naked. “I’ll get you a rag.” Normally aftercare isn’t his strong suit but he doesn’t want to leave just yet. He glances at the mirror as he grabs a rag and twists the hot water knob to wait for the water to warm up. Reaching for the soap to clean up himself in the cold water while he waits.

You stare up at the ceiling, listening to him clean up, and moments later, he appears with the rag. He’s gentle as he wipes your folds before he cleans off your belly, moving fast to toss the rag in the sink. You half expect him to be pulling on his pants but he stands there and you shift onto your knees, shuffling towards him. “Do you wanna stay?” You ask softly, tilting your head towards him.

“You don’t-“ he swallows harshly and nods. “Yeah.” He murmurs, feeling relieved when you pat the bed beside you. Shuffling over to the spot and lifting the covers to let you under before he slides in beside you. “Too late to go back home.” It’s a flimsy excuse and you know it, but he settles down before he lifts his arm around your head to offer you a spot against his side.

You are shocked but don’t waste a moment as you shift closer, throwing your leg over his thigh and snuggling close so you can place your hand on his chest, your head in his armpit. “Night, baby.” You murmur, kissing his side after you close your eyes, heart pounding at having this rare moment with the man you love.

It apparently doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, your breathing changing and your body getting heavier against him as you drift off. Joel doesn’t immediately fall asleep, spending nearly half an hour slowly caressing your back as he listens to you start to quietly snore. Smirking to himself in the dark before he closes his own eyes, feeling like he’s not alone for the first time in months.

****

You get up before Joel which surprises you. Usually he’s up at sunrise and beats most people to the meet up point for patrol. You hum as you pour some coffee into your thermos for Joel. Dressed and ready for patrol, you look out at the sky, the snow falling and you sigh, knowing that today is gonna be a tough day on patrol in that weather.

It takes him a moment to realize where he’s at when he opens his eyes. Feeling rested and amazing, he frowns when he reaches over and doesn’t feel you next to him. You’re out of the bed. The first little rays of light have started filling the room and he groans as he sits up to swing his feet to the floor. It’s a new year but things still have to be done. He murmurs your name before standing up, groaning as his joints protest and he shuffles to the bathroom. The need to pee is urgent and he gets that taken care of before he calls out your name, wondering where you are.

You hear him call your name and you say “in the kitchen!” He appears a few moments later, dressed, and you smile at the sight of him standing in your house in the morning. It feels right and you know you’d scare him if you ever confessed that. “Morning, handsome. Made you coffee for the road.” You hold up the thermos, “and there’s some muffins I made yesterday.”

“Thank you.” He walks over to you and takes the thermos and leans in to drop a kiss on your lips. A small thank you for last night. “You still goin’ out today?”

You nod, surprised that he kissed you during the daylight but you won’t question it. “Yeah. With Ellie and Jesse.” You explain and he nods, “be careful. It’s gonna be tough weather. Any sign of a storm and you come right back, ya hear? You don’t let Ellie railroad you into doing anything else.” He orders and you nod, “yes sir.”

He wants to tell you to stay here, not to go out, but you wouldn’t listen to him. He moves over to where he had tossed his coat down and picks it up. Reaching inside to hand you his thick gloves. “Here.” He shoves them in your hands. “It’s gonna be fuckin’ freezin’ today.” He has extras, but these are better and he wants you to protect your hands.

You accept the gloves, your heart fluttering as his care for you shines through and you nod, “thanks, baby.” You murmur, “you ready to go? I’m all ready to head out. Please be careful, Joel. Don’t take any risks.” You warn him, knowing what he’s like.

“I’ll be fine.” He promises. “You just worry about yourself.” He raises his brows. “Ya hear?” He bites his lip and glances out the window. “Maybe we should get going.” He suggests. “Quicker we get the route done, the quicker we get back inside where it’s warm.”

You nod, putting on your coat, scarf, gloves, hat, even more needed in this freezing weather. You leave your home and shiver when you’re outside. Ellie isn’t at the stables when you get there and Joel grunts, “I’m gonna head out early with Dina. Leave Ellie to sleep for a bit. Go find Jesse.” He orders and you nod, wanting to kiss him but you’re outside and people are already out in the streets. He offers you a small tilt of his lips and you take a slow walk to find Jesse before you head to get Ellie ready for patrol.

Joel tears his thought away from you, checking over his horse and rechecking Dina’s before heading out of the North Gate to make his way towards the mines. “You look smug.” Dina smirks as she glances over at him. “Got lucky last night, didn’t you?” She demands, making Joel grateful that his cheeks are already red from the cold. “Could say the same about you.” He shoots back, humming when she squirms in her saddle. “Finally kissed her, huh?” He looks back towards the road. “Bout time.”

You knock on Ellie’s door, standing beside an impatient Jesse who is checking his watch. “It’s fine. She needed her sleep.” You nudge him and when he gives her shit about Dina, you smirk because you know he’s messing with her. “Come on kids, time to go.” You order and walk to the stables. “Shimmer!” Ellie coos, stroking the horse and you smile, swinging your leg over your own horse.

“Shut up!” Dina huffs, throwing him a playful glare and Joel chuckles. “You’re one to talk.” She snorts and he shakes his head. “What are you talkin’ ‘bout?” Dina says your name and for a split second, Joel freezes. She giggles, watching him and she looks around again. “You should have danced with her last night.” She tells him. “Women like when someone they love dance with them.” It’s Joel’s turn to snort, completely sure you ain’t in love with him. “Hurry up.” He grunts, motioning his horse to pick up the pace. “Storm’s movin’ in faster than I expected.”

You and Ellie and Jesse are riding through the storm when the radio tells you to seek shelter. You frown, not liking the storm rolling in, and you tell the kids to take shelter. Jesse knows a place so you follow him and grin when you recognize it. “Eugene told you about this place?” You ask after you get the horses in the garage across the street, walking into what was a 7-Eleven. Jesse nods, “back when I started doing patrols with him.” Ellie grins, excited by the sight of the weed as soon as you walk in and you chuckle, “I’ll have to take some back for Gail.” You’d give it to Joel to help him pay for his sessions. “Shit. It’s freezing.” You choke, rubbing your arms and even Joel’s gloves struggle to keep the chill from your skin.

“We need to go back!” Dina’s voice is carried by the wind and Joel looks back over his shoulder. “We’re too far out.” He shouts. Down in the valley, the weather is starting to turn. “Head towards the mine!” He knows that things will get bad and Ellie will kill him if he lets anything happen to Dina. “We can take shelter there!”

You watch Ellie hold the homemade bong mask to her face and you snort, knowing Joel would be snatching it out of her hand and lecturing her which would make her lash out. She doesn’t see how much he’s trying to protect her but she’s a typical teenage girl. “So are you and Joel…?” Jesse tilts his head and you shake your head, “it’s complicated.” You answer and Ellie looks at you after lowering the bong to put it in her pack. “You’re too good for him.” She says and you shake your head, “we are all fucked up, Ellie. You need to soften up on him.” You sigh and Jesse nods in agreement. The radio crackles and you hear Amy asking where Joel and Dina are. Your heart immediately drops and you look at Jesse and Ellie. You all scramble, grabbing your packs, “fuck.” You hiss, hoping that nothing has happened to them.

“Can you run?” Joel sees the girl is in shock, his tone harsh but this is life and death. He hadn’t even imagined someone would be out here, but she is and she’s near in age to Ellie and Dina. She says she can and Joel shoves her towards the door, covering her as he kills a few of the infected as they both rush for the cover of the building. The door closes and he latches it, although he knows it won’t hold. Not with the sheer number that are out there.

“Joel!” He watches the door as Dina shouts his name. “Joel!” “Up here. I’m comin’, I’m comin’.” He walks over to the girl, leaning against a pole and looks down at you. “You good?” She doesn’t answer and he doesn’t have time to coddle her. “Hey kid!” He barks, making her flinch but she finally answers. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” “Any bites?” He demands, still holding his gun to put her down if he needs. She’s breathless when she says no, staring at his gun, but she shakes her head. “Then let’s go.” The door bangs, moving on the hinges. “Now!” He reaches down and grabs her to drag her to her feet. Both of them running to were Dina is still on her house and waiting with his. “What do we do?” Dina demands. “We leave!” Joel’s blunt but he always is. “Back to Jackson? It’s too far. We’ll freeze before we get halfway there.” Joel answers as he swings up onto his horse. “I’m aware.” His mind is racing, but there are no good options right now with this storm. “Where the fuck did they even come from?” Dina asks, turning towards the girl still standing in front of the horses. “Where did you come from?” She’s amazed anyone has been out here and stayed alive. “The mountain.” She answers, shifting from foot to foot. The hoard beating on the door gets louder, distracting them for a moment. “Okay Joel, if we stay here, we die. If we go out there, we die.” She is starting to panic and Joel doesn’t want her to die. She can’t die, not when she’s important to Ellie. “I don’t know, I don’t know, I’m thinkin’!” Joel snaps. The answer comes from an unexpected place. The girl. “The lodge.” She gestures outside. “My friends are holed up in a lodge halfway up the mountain.” Both Dina and Joel turn to look at her. “Not far. If the infected are down here, maybe there aren’t anymore up there.” The banged on the door and the lock gets louder, making Joel twist around in the saddle as he makes his decision. “Fuck it. It’s all we got.” He decides before he looks back at the girl. “Are your friends armed?” He demands. “Yeah.” He is relieved. “Good. We’re gonna need them.” He holds out his hand to help her onto the back of his horse. “Get on.” She mounts up behind him before they turn and race the horses out of the protection of the building into the storm.

Your heart is pounding, glancing around the mountains as you search for Joel and Dina. You are terrified that they have gotten stuck in the wilderness. You glance over your shoulder, gasping when you see the fire blazing at Jackson. You want to ride back but you need to find Joel and Dina. "Fuck." You choke, riding higher up the mountain, the wind whipping your face, and Ellie and Jesse ride behind you. "Five minutes then we head back." Jesse orders and you want to protest but you need to protect them despite your need to find Joel.

His hands up, Joel could fucking kick himself for trusting the kid. They had managed to make it to the lodge, the hoard of infected had shifted and through the large glass windows, he had watched Jackson start to burn. Until things had shifted. Dina stands with a gun to her head and his mind races. He can’t risk her, too many weapons are out and he can’t let her get hurt. He won’t risk her life. The girl, Abby, has a chilling look on her face as she asks him what they look like. He glances around, taking stock of the gear, the thigh holster he hadn’t questioned. “Military.” He answers, wondering if he’s run into them before but they are young. “Fireflies.”

"We need to go back!" Jesse demands and you shake your head, "no. Take Ellie. Take shelter. I need to find them. Go!" You demand, kicking the side of your horse to continue riding up the mountain. Your heart is pounding and ice is in your eyelashes, making you blink rapidly through the incoming storm.

Joel presses his lips together, trying to control his breathing and not let the pain cloud his vision. Dina is laying on the floor, drugged and helpless. His knee is shot, blown out with a fucking shot gun by the bitch he had saved. He watches the medic as she kneels down to apply the tourniquet, she’s uneasy with the way this is happening. He can tell from the guilt and apology in her eyes, the unease of the boy closest to him. Joel cries out when she cinches the belt down, unable to hold back as she restricts the blood flow. He’s not getting out of here, even if he could overpower someone, he can’t walk or run. He’s going to die here. She starts talking, droning on like the villain in a bad movie and Joel snaps. “Oh just shut the fuck up and do it already.” She doesn’t do it quick, she wants him to suffer.

You see the lodge ahead, Joel and Dina's horses tied up, and you are quick to tie your horse up, walking quietly to the entrance at the bottom of the lodge. Your heart is pounding and when you enter, you hear voices. Your rifle in your hand, you are slow to move until you hear Joel scream. That kicks you into action. You rush up the stairs, aiming and firing your gun without a second thought. You take out the man holding his own rifle, then turn to take out the second man, leaving three women. A bullet whizzes past your head and you turn to see Joel on the floor, bloodied and knee shot out. You scream, anger at these assholes for hurting him overwhelming you, and you fire your gun in quick succession, taking out another woman. The gun fires and you cry out when a bullet enters your shoulder. You refuse to let the pain linger and you move fast to take out another woman, leaving one standing there with a golf club in her hand. "Did you do this to him?" You yell at her, shooting her in the knee and she cries, falling to the floor. "You fucking bitch!" You scream, wasting no time shooting her in the head. Your shoulder is numb but you don't care as you look around to see Dina on the floor. You rush over, checking her pulse. She's still alive. Within seconds, you scramble over to Joel, cupping his cheek, "Joel, baby. Stay with me. I'm here. I got you. I got you." You promise, stroking his bloodied hair. "I love you. Please stay with me. Stay with me. I love you." You choke just as Ellie and Jesse come rushing into the room.

“Joel! Shit, Joel!” Despite the anger, the animosity she had been feeling towards Joel, Ellie is running to where he is laying, dropping to her knees and frantically trying to assess the damage. “Goddamnit! What did they do to him?” She screams out, pulling out her knife and sinking it into the body closest to Joel. Some girl. “You bitch!” She howls. “Fuck you!”

You look at Jesse, “we need to get him back to Jackson. He needs surgery. Now.” You choke, knowing Joel has lost a lot of blood but his eyes are moving and his pulse is there. Ellie kneels down beside him again, “get up Joel. Get up. You gotta get up.” She chokes, tears running down her cheeks and you reach for her shoulder. “He’s alive. She didn’t kill him. Come on. Let’s get him home.” You want to break down and Dina grunts as she comes back to consciousness, Jesse kneeling beside her to check her.

“Wha-what happened?” She manages, her voice heavy with whatever drug they had pumped into her system. Jesse helps her sit up and she blinks several times, confused before she spots Joel. “Joel!” She scrambles over to him and gasps when she sees his bloody and bludgeoned face.

You want to cry, hug him, and wish that you were still in bed together, but that's not reality. Right now you need to get Joel back to Jackson. "Come on, we need to move him. He's gonna be in agony but if he stays here, he dies." You try to be rational, your breakdown can wait until later. You look around the lodge, seeing bedsheets and sleeping bags and you have an idea. "He's gonna be freezing, but we won't be able to get him on a horse." You think you can pull him along in the sleeping bag using the sheets so he can remain on his back.

“You want to drag him behind the horses?” Jesse’s eyes widen and he glances at Ellie like he expects her to attack you. She frowns and looks down at the man who had been her protector, her family, even when she thought she didn’t need it. “Let’s do it.” She huffs, wiping her face and stands up to grab the bags. “Fuckers here won’t need them.” She hisses, spitting on one of the bodies.

It takes too long to get Joel from the lodge after putting his coat on and gloves. He cries out weakly and you apologize, feeling your heart break, but he’s still alive. He’s still here. You manage to lift him between the four of you out of the lodge and place him in the snow on the bed sheets. You zip the sleeping back up so he is covered, his head cushioned, and you caress his neck, “I’m so sorry, baby. This is gonna hurt but we gotta get you home.” You lean in to press a kiss to a spot on his jaw that isn’t bloodied. It doesn’t take long for you to get on your horse, taking a slow ride back to Jackson, looking over your shoulder every minute to check on Joel.

Drifting in and out of consciousness, Joel relives that day. The numbness he had felt, killing those fireflies. They had stood between him and Ellie. A bright spot of hope in his life that was worth more than a cure. She was the reason he had gone on. It was worth ever bullet fired and ever life taken. He would change a thing and he doesn’t, except killing the nurses who had been in the room. Leaving no evidence of who had eliminated the group. His pained moans are weak but he doesn’t open his eyes.

When you arrive back in Jackson, there’s more bodies than you can count, people crying and screaming, and it’s been a massacre but it appears like the danger is gone and in its wake is a town destroyed. “Fucking hell.” Ellie gasps and you are shocked but your mind is on Joel. You see Tommy as soon as you enter the open gates and he gasps, “what the fuck happened?” He asks, seeing the sleeping bag and he panics, thinking Joel is dead. “He’s hurt. Like bad. He needs the doctor now.” Ellie answers her proxy uncle and he nods, knowing that most of the people who are injured in the battle are dead either from the infected or being killed mercifully by their compatriots.

Joel doesn’t wake up as he’s moved. Doesn’t cry out when the sleeping bags are lifted and used as a gurney to rush him through the devastated streets to the hospital. Tommy shouting orders as they hurry.

Your heart is pounding, praying he makes it after such devastating injuries. You pull Ellie close when she starts to cry as soon as Joel is carried into the doctor's surgery. "He will be okay." You promise even though you have no guarantee of that. You have tears in your eyes as you hold Ellie close while she cries into your coat.

Dina shuffles guiltily, knowing that she should have fought harder, should have tried to escape. She’s the reason Joel didn’t fight them, the gun to her head and the threat of being hurt. “She tricked us.” She tells you. “Joel saved her, Abby, and we had nowhere to go. She told us they would help us get back to Jackson to fight.”

“They’re dead now. They got what they deserved.” You answer and Ellie pulls back, shaking her head, “no. They didn’t. They deserve to be tortured like they did to him.” Dina nods in agreement, “I’m so sorry.” She says to you and Ellie and you pull her close, hugging both girls.

Tommy gives orders to the doctor. “Whatever you need to do, just fix him.” He demands, looking down at Joel with guilt and worry. He had been supposed to go out on patrol with him today, but there had been a change to the schedule. The town had needed him to stay back. Maybe if he had gone with him, he wouldn’t be hurt like this. “We can’t lose him.”

You finally remember that you were shot in the shoulder, your adrenaline fading as Joel is safe and being taken care of. You silently pray he is okay and you hiss as you struggle to remove your coat. “Oh shit. You’ve been shot.” Ellie says and you nod, “it went through. I’ll be fine.”

“You need to get it patched up.” Dina huffs. “Last thing we need is for you to get an infection.” You are about to protest but she adds, “Joel would want you to take care of yourself. And you need to be healthy to take care of him.”

You nod, knowing she’s right but you really don’t care about yourself right now. You find yourself sitting down while one of the nurses who was hiding in one of the basements tends to your wound. Your mind is focused on Joel, wondering how he is. Once you’re stitched up, you ask Ellie how he is. “They are still working on him.” She says and you nod, your heart aching. “You love him.” She declares, tilting her head at you and you nod, “yeah. Yeah. I do.”

“That’s cool.” She wrinkles her nose though. “But he is really old.” She’s joking and after she delivers the joke, she grins for a second when you laugh. It fades away into the now familiar worry. “He’s gonna make it, right?” She asks, her voice small and she suddenly looks younger, lost and scared. “I mean, he’s Joel. He has to make it.”

You tilt your head, knowing she’s been hating him for so long because of reasons unknown to everyone except them. “I hope so.” You answer, not wanting to lie to her, “he’s strong.” You murmur, your shoulder now aching but it’s nothing compared to the ache in your heart. The doctor comes out a few moments later and you and Ellie look at her with anticipation. “He’s made it.” She reveals, “but he has a long recovery ahead.”

“Oh thank fucking God.” Ellie huffs out a moment later, eyes closed so she doesn’t cry. “Did- did he keep his leg?” She asks quietly after a moment, aware Joel wouldn’t want to be a burden on the people he loves.

The doctor nods, “I patched him up as best as I could. He’s gonna need a lot of time to heal and even then I’m not sure if it’s gonna be okay.” She confesses, “time will tell.” You nod, feeling like you can breathe again.

“He’s gonna be okay.” Ellie repeats, focusing on the positive rather than what could happen. He’s still here and she can talk to him. Suddenly the issues they had don’t seem so monumental. They aren’t important. “Can we see him?” She asks, needing to make sure she’s not being lied to. Seeming him looking like he was dead nearly broke her.

The doctor nods, “he’s a little out of it. I gave him as much sedative as we have. He should be able to hear you but he’s got a long road ahead.” You nod, knowing Ellie needs to see her adoptive father before you do. She swallows harshly as you both stand and make your way into the room where Joel is in a hospital bed. Machines that are decades old beep and beep to show he’s alive. You let Ellie rush forward, knowing she needs to speak to him first.

“Joel.” He looks horrible, cuts and bruises are contorted by the swelling, but at least he’s not bloody anymore. His fingers twitch when she threads her fingers through his. “You’ve got to get better.” She murmurs softly. “I- I need you. I need to say I’m sorry.” She confesses. “I’ve been an asshole. A total bitch, and when I thought -“ she chokes up, squeezing his hand tight. “You just can’t leave me, okay? You can’t.” She huffs, feeling overwhelmed and she looks over at you. “And someone else needs you too.”

You step forward, reaching for Joel’s other hand, “we both need you. You can’t die like that. You don’t deserve that. You deserve to be old and laid up in bed, warm and just fall asleep. And that won’t happen for years to come.” You reason, trying to be commanding but your voice cracks. “You need to watch Ellie fall in love and grow up, and get married if she wants.” You shift to bring his hand up to your lips, “and I need you. I can’t - I can’t imagine this life without you, however I can have you. Even if you can’t love me, I can love enough for both of us.”

Joel’s brow twitches, furrows slightly as he frowns. Fighting sleep and the deep weariness that of pain that has been pushed away by the drugs. “Love.” He grunts, all he can manages as he tightens his grip on your hand. Then he relaxes and goes back under.

You are relieved that he’s alive. Tears stinging in your eyes, and you lift his hand to place a kiss on the back of it. “Love.” You murmur, glad he heard you. Ellie blinks and tears fall down her cheeks, “I’m gonna make it up to him.” She nods, “I’m gonna make this right.” You nod, reaching for her other hand, “he’s here. That’s all that matters. We survived.”

Joel doesn’t come to until the night. His body desperately needs the rest and the nurses slowly wean him off the drugs overnight. His hand twitching in yours is the first sign, making you stir from the chair beside him. It takes several long minutes, but eventually, Joel opens his eyes. They are swollen, nearly unable to open, but he cracks them enough to see the light and he hisses slightly, his head pounding but he needs to see if he had dreamed of you being with him, or if you were really here. His throat is dry, and his voice raspy as he croaks out your name.

You lean over him, “Joel.” You gasp, cupping his cheek to see his eyes slowly open. “You’re awake. Take it easy. It’s okay. You’re safe.” You choke, tears in your eyes. It’s the middle of the night. You sent Ellie home with Dina to get something to eat and rest. “You’re in Jackson. You’re okay. Ellie’s safe. Dina’s safe. We are okay.” You reassure him, needing him to know.

“Safe?” He struggles to look around, feeling like he’s been tossed around by a bloater for the better part of a day. Not seeing anyone else and then looking back at you. “Ellie? Dina? They- they’re-“ you nod and he exhales roughly, wincing when the sharp pain of the broken ribs hits him. “Shit.” He hisses.

"Just relax. You - shit - you were shot and then she - you had surgery. It's gonna be awhile before you can do it." You murmur, brushing his hair from his sweaty forehead. "I'm so glad you're alive. I thought - I thought she'd killed you." You choke, tears sliding down your cheeks despite thinking you'd cried all your tears.

“Where is she?” He demands, leaning back and wondering if they had fled the lodge or if they had been killed. “The girl- she- I killed her father.” He confesses quietly. “The fireflies.” He looks up and he sees your tears, making him frown as he reaches for you. “Don’t cry.” He murmurs.

You smile, reaching up to wipe your tears so you don’t upset him anymore. “She’s gone home. It’s the middle of the night. She - her and Dina went back to the house.” You reveal and he licks his lips so you get him some water, helping him have a drink. “You stayed.” He rasps after you set the water down. “I stayed.” You answer, “there’s nowhere else I’d be.”

He remembers the word love. It had filtered through his mind, playing over and over again. “They hunted me down.” He tells you. “Was gonna kill me. I knew that.” He admits. “As long as they didn’t hurt Dina, didn’t find Ellie, didn’t capture you to torture for information….as long as they didn’t hurt anyone I love, I was fine with dying.” He squeezes your hand gently.

You look down at his hand in yours, annoyed that he was okay with dying when you couldn't lose him, "I killed them." You confess, "one of them shot me in the shoulder." His eyes widen but you rush out, "it was in and out. I'll be fine. I just - I killed them all. I wanted to drag it out for the girl. Wanted to see her suffer like you did but that didn't help you survive so I killed her and got you back to Jackson. I couldn't lose you. Ellie couldn't lose you." You choke, bringing his hand up to kiss the back of it.

He doesn’t know how he feels about you killing for him. He’s not worth it. His frown is natural but he turns his hand to cup your cheek. “I love you.” He murmurs softly, knowing that he can’t keep his feelings to himself. Not after coming so close to dying. Not when he realizes that he has started living instead of just surviving. You freeze and your eyes flicker up to meet his. “I love you.” He repeats, wanting you to know he means it. “I thought I imagined you. Wanting to see your face one last time. Because you are the first person I want to see in the morning and the last face before I fall asleep.”

You choke on a sob when you hear his confession. Joel is a man of few words but you know how he is. He doesn’t say anything he doesn’t mean. “I’m here. I’ll always be here. I love you. So much. I’d fight to the death for you.” You promise and he caresses your cheek, “I love you, baby.” You lean in to place a soft kiss to his lips. “The threat is gone. It’s gonna be a long road to recover but I’ll be here every step of the way. Loving you.” You vow, glad that you were able to save Joel from his death. You can’t even imagine a world without him and now you never will. You’ll be by his side until he dies peacefully in your bed at the age of 78, surrounded by Ellie, Dina, Tommy and the people who love him.

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Dolly III

~ part 3 of the Dolly series

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, elements of horror

synopsis: as a rare doll collector, a unique sex doll piques your interest and you have to own it.

wc: 8.2k

warnings: mentions of bruises, blood and needles, some violence, haunted dolls

nsfw warnings: grinding, praise, lots of kissing, body worship, handjob, cum tasting, oral (m and f), unprotected sex, creampie

~ divider by @bunnysrph

"Good morning, Matilda. Prudence, how do you do? Ah, Mr. Avery. Looking particularly swell today." the dolls stare at you with their big eyes and smiling faces while you greet them just like every day.

Whistling about the kitchen as you prepare breakfast, your life companions are always there to listen to you and bring you comfort.

"You know, we have an exciting new family member arriving to us today. I'm expecting all of you to act polite and give him a warm welcome to his new home." you point your spatula at the dolls that were decorating the kitchen.

"I mean all of you!" you yell out, chuckling after.

"We all know what happens to naughty dolls. You don't want to experience the same scorching punishment they did." you smirk at them and though they are usually silent, it seems like they're even more quiet now.

Alive in your mind, they've heard you and are now shivering in fear but anticipating the arrival of the newest addition to your precious collection.

You really do expect them to be on their best behavior.

Not long after breakfast, your package arrives.

You practically rip open the huge box and tear off all the covers and bubble wrap, throwing them carelessly behind you.

"Oh!" you gasp.

"My my, you're just such a beauty, aren't you?" you smile at the doll staring at you from the box.

"You look like a little angel." your hands cup his cheeks.

"So soft. So sweet. You're going to be perfect for us." you look at him fondly. "Welcome home, Felix."

You lean down to kiss his cute nose, observing the freckles on his face.

He is just stunning, every little crease on him looks perfect and most importantly; he looks alive.

Yes, people might be creeped out by your love of dolls, collecting them, playing with them and hanging out with them but you never cared.

They were everything to you ever since you were a little girl so you spent so much money on getting the most rare and unique dolls you could, even getting a few ones that were supposedly haunted.

The thought of that exhilirated you, and you were convinced all of them were alive especially after you'd find them in different places or hear them giggle and whisper.

You loved that, respected the dolls and their needs but you always let them know that you were the head of the house.

It was going to be the same with this special doll.

As soon as you saw the ad, you wished you could buy all eight of them and have the rarest and craziest collection ever but they were so expensive so you settled on getting only Felix.

He just seemed so sweet and innocent to you, out of all 8 of them, you thought he looked the most doll-like and would go perfectly with your porcelain doll collection; just one of many you had.

You didn't care much that he was a sex doll, but seeing him now up close made you understand the appeal for that too.

You grabbed the manual to skim over it, not really caring about what it says, you were more interested in the letter that was in Felix's hand.

You slowly picked it up and opened it.

Hello,

my name is Felix and I am your comforting doll.

I love cuddles, hugs and kisses, sweets (especially chocolate). And videogames!

Please always keep me close to you as I love to feel your warmth, and no matter what you do with me always end it with a sweet kiss.

"You're a little cuddlebug, hm?" you pout at him. "You're just becoming cuter by the second!"

Finding another paper tucked in the pocket of his jeans, you pull it out and open it too.

My darling!

I'm ready for our first cuddling session!

I hope you bring fluffy pillows and enjoy our first night together.

"Ah! So adorable!" you squeal. "Let me introduce you to everyone." you add, quickly grabbing him and lifting him up.

"Fam, this is Felix, a very special doll. I expect you give him a warm welcome and help him feel at ease here. This is now his home as much as it is yours and I will not tolerate any sour behavior!" you say.

Of course, it's quiet but you know that they've understood you.

One of the ventriloquist dolls lips open and you chuckle.

"Yes, Parker. I know he's pretty. Now close your mouth or you'll catch flies." you chuckle, standing up and making your way to the doll.

With your fingers on its chin, you gently close the wooden doll's mouth.

"Now, where were we? Ah, yes! That outfit is atrocious. But don't worry, sweet Felix. I already prepared clothes that I know will fit your pretty face perfectly." you smirk, hoisting Felix in your arms and lifting him up.

Once you make it to your bedroom, you gently lay him down on your fluffy bed and open your wardrobe, looking at the neatly hung up outfits you had ordered online right after ordering Felix.

The dolls on the shelves all stare at him as you whistle a tune, picking out his outfit.

"This should do it." you grab one of them and make your way towards your bed.

"Let's get you out of this... whatever it is." you grip the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it up and gasping when you notice his abs.

"Interesting." you poke his stomach and then his side. "I bet you're ticklish." you add, sliding his arms out of the shirt and tossing it aside.

"Oh!" you gasp again, noticing a few freckles on his chest. "You're so precious, Felix." your finger traces his beauty marks gently, almost making you hypnotized.

You snap out of it and unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down and feeling your face flush when you realize your touch had aroused the doll.

"Did you get excited, precious dolly?" you giggle at him, before looking around at the other dolls who were fixated on Felix.

"It is rude to stare." you chastise them, but they continue looking as you slide his pants down and toss them on the floor.

"I think you need help with this, Lixie." you chew on your lip as you hook your fingers in his boxers.

As soon as you slide them down, a wave of embarassment washes over you as you stare at his hard cock, glistening at the tip.

It seems that there are a few freckles on his length too and your thighs press together involuntarily.

It's been a while since you've been with someone, most people you tried to date couldn't understand your obsession with dolls and there was no way you were going to choose them over your doll family.

But, seeing that Felix was a doll and a sex doll at that, you didn't see harm in using him for what he's made for.

"We can help each other, but you can forget about putting that inside me." you warn, lifting your dress up and pushing your panties down.

"This will have to suffice, my little Lixie." you giggle as you throw your leg over him and press your wet core against his cock.

Slowly, you start grinding against him, your arousal coating his cock and balls, little whimpers leaving your mouth as you close your eyes and throw your head back.

It really has been so long, and Felix is so warm and pliant, laying under you taking it.

You speed up as you feel your high building up, you look back down at him and notice that his cheeks are rosy, making him look even cuter.

You whimper as you stare at his pretty face, his tip catching onto your clit a few times and almost slipping inside.

"Don't be naughty, Lixie. Or I'll have to punish you." you whine as his cock catches on your entrance, the tip twitching inside you.

It's as if something flashes in his eyes and you whimper loudly, cumming all over his cock and riding your high against his throbbing erection.

"You didn't cum yet?" you pout, remembering there was something about that in the manual.

"Ah, yes, you like having your hair pulled on." you smirk and continue grinding against him, your fingers now tangled in his hair.

"Cum for me, my angel." you pull on his hair and his cock twitches against your wetness before he explodes on his abs, the warm liquid pooling around his belly button and making you more wet as you grind on him once again, his cum smeared on your cunt.

You look at him as you stop your movements, your heart beating fast.

"Look what a mess we made, Lixie." you shake your head before getting up and heading to the bathroom, the dolls chilling in your room still with their eyes fixed on Felix.

You come back after cleaning yourself up to clean him too, so you can dress him in the clothes you bought him.

It's a bit of a struggle but you get a feeling that Felix really wants to cooperate.

"There, now you look like a real angel." you smile as you lean back, satisfied with the white loose pants and the white shirt, embroidered with golden flowers.

"I have some work to do on you yet." you sit him up and then grab some of your makeup.

You gently work on his face, putting some light gold eyeshadow on his eyelids, a few sparkles under his eyes and he seems to be pouting.

"You think I forgot to give you a sweet kiss, don't you?" you smirk. "I didn't, don't worry."

You finish up on his eye makeup then grab a pink lipstick, opening it up and applying it on your lips first.

"A finishing touch." you lean in, holding his face before you press your lips into his heart shaped ones, kissing him gently.

You giggle as you lean away, removing the smeared lipstick and repairing what stayed on his lips with your finger as he practically stares at you.

His eyes seem shiny and warm, something deep and dark inside them too and you can't look away.

"My sweet Lixie. So good for me." you kiss his nose and then his cheeks, making sure to kiss his pretty freckles.

You almost get completely lost in him, forgetting about the dolls watching you until one of them falls down onto the floor with a loud thud, making you jerk away from Felix.

"Jonathan! You startled me!" you reprimand the wooden doll before standing up and coming to it.

You take him in your arms and look at him.

"Are you jealous?" you ask as you gently put him back in his place, fixing his shirt and hat.

"Don't worry, I love you all equally." you pat the doll's head before turning to look at Felix.

You have a feeling that might change soon.

You take Felix to your workshop, a small room where you dedicate your time to repair dolls, sew their torn clothes or make them new outfits, sometimes even making a few dolls of your own.

"Welcome to my workshop, Lixie. I spend lots of time here so I guess you will too. Now, I should've started with this, but you... distracted me." your eyes fall down to his crotch before you look up at him.

"I will make sure you have everything you need and I will always treat you well, but of course I expect that to be reciprocated. Which means you are to behave well in this house, listen to what I say and be good to your brothers and sisters. If you ever do something to break the rules, there will be repercussions. And trust me, you don't want to get on my bad side." you wave your finger at the doll and it seems like he's listening intently, his eyes seemingly fearful as you sit across from him, making eye contact.

"Don't be scared, Lixie. I have a feeling that you're a good boy and that you'll be obedient. We will have no problems, you and I. I'll even reward your good behavior." you smirk at him, caressing his soft cheeks.

You lean in to press a kiss on his lips before you turn to your table and start working on your broken dolls.

Felix stares at you from where you left him, his hands tucked in his lap and eyes fixed on your hunched frame.

You almost forget about his presence as you concentrate on your work, every detail you sew into their clothes, the love you pour into them, in a way giving them a soul of their own.

Your hands seemed to dance as you kept working, until you felt a sharp pain in your neck.

"Ow!" you mutter and sit up, realizing you've been hunched over for too long, your shoulders tense, pain throbbing in your neck. "Time for a break." you announce, your stomach growling after that.

"And food, I guess." you turn to Felix, finally acknowledging his existence.

He looks to you like he wants to say something, even though he is sitting still.

"What is it, Lixie?" you lean in closer, looking right into his eyes.

He stays silent.

"Ah, you're shy. You'll come around. I'll wait for you to show yourself to me." you smirk, kissing his nose, your fingertips tracing the pretty freckles on his face.

After giving him a little kiss, you take him to your garden, which was thankfully surrounded by a tall wooden fence, hiding you away from the rest of the world.

"Sit here and I'll be right back." you sit him down on one of the fancy chairs, brushing away the hair that fell into his face.

You bring a few of your other dolls, sitting them down on the other chairs, bringing all of them a set of china; plates, cups and everything.

It's all themed with pink flowers, making everything look even more proper and fancy.

"Socialize." you wave your hand before disappearing into the kitchen, preparing a quick lunch for yourself.

You walk out into the garden some 15 minutes later with a plate of food for yourself and a glass of juice.

"I hope you're being nice to Felix." you say as you sit down, eyeing the four dolls sitting around the table, Felix being exactly across from you.

He looks a tad timid, and you're 100% sure that the expressions on his face keep changing, you know you're not just imagining it because other dolls you own have changed expressions or positions, some even giggled and whispered.

With your doll experience, Felix doesn't scare you, quite the opposite, you're waiting for him to start talking.

You make small talk with your dolls, about this beautiful day, how sunny and warm it is, how good lunch turned out.

As you continued talking, suddenly one of the cups started shaking and you look at the porcelain doll sitting next to Felix.

"Jenevieve. Don't do that! Behave." you warn but it's too late, the cup flies right into Felix's side, hitting him hard before crashing onto the floor, pieces of it flying everywhere.

Anger bubbles up in your veins as you take a deep breath in.

"You little bitch." you almost growl at the porcelain doll before standing up abruptly and grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"That's it, you're getting punished!" you seethe, walking back into the house as you carry her by her hair all the way down to the basement.

"You're gonna think long and hard about your behavior. And after you do, you will apologize to Felix. Like it or not he is family now." you say before laying the doll in a box and locking it.

"I know you're claustrophobic. So this will be a nice lesson for you never to misbehave again." you smirk before making your way back upstairs.

You quickly run to Felix, gasping when you notice a single tear running down his cheek.

"I'm sorry, angel." you wipe it away quickly, kissing his cheek after.

"Let's see the damage." you undo his shirt and sure enough there is a bruise forming on his side.

"For this, Jenevieve will get a week in the dungeon." you say angrily, your fingertips brushing against the bruise. "I'll take care of you, sweet Lixie. I promise that'll never happen again."

The same evening, you brought Felix to your bed, stripping him out of the shirt so you could take care of his bruise.

You flip through the manual seeing the warning about not bruising the doll and anxiety washes over you, hoping he wasn't now damaged in some irreparable way.

You rummage through your bathroom cabinet, finding a cream that was used for bruises, skipping back to Felix.

"Well, you're warm, you can blush, bruise and cry. And... cum." you giggle quietly. "So I guess this would help you?" you purse your lips before taking some cream out and gently applying it on his bruise.

"There-" you pause, seeing a bulge growing in his pants. "Really? You're so sensitive." you tsked, your hands on his thighs, gripping the flesh shortly.

You look at Felix's face and melt.

He's blushing again, his cheeks rosy followed by the tips of his ears becoming red.

"You're such a cutie." you coo at him. "But you're gonna have to wait a bit. I have to take off your make up and brush your hair. I want you to be all comfy in bed." you nod to yourself, getting up to retrieve makeup wipes and a brush.

You start gently removing his makeup, leaving little kisses on his cheeks and nose, pressing your lips into his plush ones.

After cleaning him up, you take the brush and sit him up more comfortably so you can start brushing his hair.

"Oh you really like this." your eyes widen as you notice him twitching in his pants. "Like your hair played with, my pretty angel?" you twirl a strand of his soft hair between your fingers.

"Give me three minutes." you hurry to your bathroom to get ready for bed before skipping back to Felix excitedly.

"I'm here sweetie." you grab his face and crash your lips against his.

The way he was made, his lips seemed to be kissing back, so soft and sweet against yours.

You kissed him for some time, already addicted to his taste before you started leaving kisses on his jaw, all the way to his ear.

He only seemed to become even more red, the color seeping onto his neck and chest.

"My shy Lixie." you giggle, leaving kisses on the column of his neck.

He feels so soft and smells so sweet, making you want to do this forever, just kiss him everywhere as he lays and takes it.

You liked being in control, it made you feel powerful as your hands roamed all over his body, his skin so soft like a baby's, you couldn't stop touching him.

Your lips covered every inch of Felix as you kissed his chest, his arms, his stomach, his hands.

Taking your sweet time to worship him.

You slid his pants off, getting up to put them on the chair where you've already left the shirt.

Felix was blushing profusely and he was very warm as you touched him, his cock throbbing, the tip red and angry, glistening with his wetness.

"You're working yourself up, dolly. You need to calm down a little or I won't give you what you want." you smirk, sliding your hands on his supple thighs, up to his balls where you lightly grazed them with your fingertips.

His cock twitched in protest, his face even redder now.

"If you act naughty, I'll leave you like this all night. Don't test me, my little prince."

Felix's lips seemed pouty at that and you waited a little, only gently caressing his smooth arms, the redness of his face and body subsiding slowly until only his cheeks were rosy like before.

"Good boy." his cock leaked and twitched at the praise.

"Ah, my dolly likes to be praised?" you giggled delightfully, smoothing out his hair.

"I'll keep that in my mind." you winked at him, fingertips grazing against his length before you finally wrapped your hand around him.

"Good boys get rewards." you coo at him, thumbing at his wet slit.

Felix's ears become red again.

"I'll take care of you, sweetie. Don't worry." you whisper as you lean down, leaving kisses all over his skin as you start moving your hand.

You play with him for as long as you want to, torturing his cock as you alternate between fast and slow movements, at times using only one hand and then both or fondling his balls, your lips never leaving his heated skin.

You explore him with your tongue, swirling it around his nipples and noticing how he got even more wet because of it.

"So sensitive. Cute." you kiss his lips, your hand tangling in his hair.

"You wanna cum, dolly? Ah, I wish I could hear you beg, I bet you'd sound so sweet all desperate for me." you coo at Felix, gripping his hair and pulling it back as you jerk him off faster.

He explodes all over your hand and himself, making you gasp from the amount that spurted out, curiosity taking you over as you scoop some of it on your finger, licking it up.

"Mm. Are you strawberry flavored?" you chuckle, swirling your finger in his cum to lick at it again.

"Maybe cotton candy?" you giggle again before kissing him sweetly.

You clean Felix up and cozy up to him, curling your body around his as you wrap your arms around him.

You hope that from that day on, everything goes smoothly; without any more incidents.

The following week passed by just as you expected, with no incidents, the dolls now on their best behavior after they've witnessed Jenevieve being dragged down to the basement.

Felix became an obsession of sorts, you just couldn't keep your hands off of him.

You've never owned a doll like him, and to say that you're infatuated is an understatement.

Constantly kissing him and touching him made you equally as aroused as it did him.

You wanted him in every way, but you didn't want to use all his capabilities on your own, instead you wished he'd snap out of it and do it by himself, participate and react to your touches more than just heating up, blushing or twitching.

You felt sad every day you had to leave for work, leaving Felix alone with the other dolls.

You warned them not to try anything or you'd burn them to a crisp.

But as you finally let Jenevieve out, hoping she had learned her lesson, you had no idea how it would actually make all hell break loose.

"Now, Jenevieve I hope you're sorry for what you've done and that you understand why it was wrong. This can never happen again, okay?" you told her before putting her back in her place.

You sat Felix on your bed, caressing him and kissing him for some time.

"Be a good boy, Lixie." you kiss his forehead.

"And all of you too. Behave or else." you give Felix one last kiss before leaving the house.

It was obvious that some of your dolls felt neglected.

This was their home and in their eyes Felix was an intruder they had to get rid of.

He was taking up all your time, soaking up all your attention, getting all your love.

There were dolls that didn't agree, they liked Felix and thought he was sweet just like you did.

Some were just scared to share their opinion, afraid of being locked in the basement, smashed to pieces or burned into ashes.

The neglected dolls had come up with a plan.

They were going to destroy Felix so by the time you come home, there is nothing left to salvage.

"I'm home!" you announced cheerfully as you entered your house, a bag of groceries secured in your arm.

Whistling, you made your way to the living room but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw a few drops of red liquid on the floor, something that looked like blood.

You stood in shock for a moment before dropping the bag of groceries on the floor, as they made a loud thud sound, the apples you bought rolling around your living room.

With a gasp, you started running up the stairs, all of them painted in little red dots, anxiety building up with each step you took.

When you reached your bedroom, a shriek escaped your lips, echoing off of the walls.

Felix was thrown on the floor, his body and face bruised and cut up, the outfit you dressed him in torn into pieces.

What was most concerning was the blood dripping out of his wounds.

Your heart started beating fast in fear.

Noticing Jenevieve standing in the corner together with some of your other dolls made your blood boil, your body starting to shake with rage as your eyes blurred with tears.

With a loud growl as rage took you over completely, you ran downstairs to grab your sledgehammer.

"I told you. I told you to behave!" you screamed at the culprits, lifting up your weapon and smashing the first doll that was nearest to you.

"How could you do this?" you cried, continuing to pound your sledgehammer on the dolls, damaging your wall and furniture in the process.

Jenevieve was last and you smirked at her.

"Goodbye, bitch." you said before smashing her into pieces, the sound of porcelain breaking was so satisfying in your ears.

"Do any of you have anything to add?" you looked at the other dolls coldly, the ones that didn't dare move from their designated place.

"Didn't think so." you added, fresh tears sliding down your cheeks as your eyes caught sight of Felix again.

"Shit!" you exclaimed, falling down to your knees and grabbing his face gently.

He was crying.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I left you alone with them Lixie! I will make this right, I promise!" you cried as you held onto him.

You ran to your bathroom to grab a first aid kit, running back to Felix as fast as you could.

You tended to his wounds, tears falling down your face onto his cheeks and mixing with his own.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." you kept whispering as you took care of him, worry growing inside you when Felix became colder to the touch.

"I think this one needs stitches." you noticed a gash on his hand. "How did they do this? I'll never let anyone hurt you again, Felix."

That night, you brought Felix to your workshop, sewing up his wound and hoping that he would heal just like the bruise from his first day here was healing.

You didn't want to look at your dolls, opting to take Felix to the guest room, the only empty room in the house, getting him all comfy in your fluffiest blankets before you joined him under the covers.

"I love you a lot Lixie. Even though it's only been a week. You're my favorite doll ever." you kissed his cheek before cuddling him, holding him close to your body as you felt him warm up.

A smile spread on your face.

He's going to be okay.

Over the next few weeks, Felix's wounds have healed nicely.

You've asked to work from home so you could be with him all day.

It was quiet in your house, all of the other dolls were now even more afraid of you, after your little sledgehammer revenge.

You cuddled Felix a lot, holding him close whenever you could, playing with his soft hair and doting on him the entire time.

His face seemed to change throughout that time, from an expression of sadness and pain back to happiness and his rosy cheeks.

Once he was fully healed, you decided to bake a chocolate cake to celebrate his recovery.

Of course, he was in the kitchen with you, watching you work on the sweet treat.

You had more than one sweet treat in mind, you thought, giggling to yourself as you swiped some chocolate cream on your finger.

"Mm. So tasty." you smirked, looking directly at Felix.

"You wanna taste?" you took some more, coming closer to him and pressing your finger on his lips.

"Come on, I know you want it." you smirked. "I'll let you taste something even sweeter later."

He didn't react in the way you wanted him to, but his face was quickly becoming red.

Sighing, you leaned back and continued making the cake.

Once it was finished, you decided to let it cool down and take Felix to your living room.

"Look at that. I didn't even touch you." you giggled, the bulge in his pants evident.

He was finally all well and healed so you let yourself explore his body with your hands and lips.

It didn't take long for you to strip him, your eyes glued to his pretty cock, all hard for you.

"You make me wanna do things I usually don't." you sighed, gently stroking him.

"But you've been so good for me, so I gotta reward you." you laid Felix down, kneeling between his legs.

You kissed his thighs, lightly biting into his skin and noticing how he twitched at that.

You wanted to taste him and have him in your mouth which is something you were usually uncomfortable with but Felix made you want to do all those things you thought you never would.

"My good boy." you praise him, your lips pressing gentle kisses into his leaking cock.

Felix's body flushed as you kept kissing and licking at him, your hands sliding slowly on his soft skin, mapping him out.

You kissed his tip, tasting his pre-cum, sweet like cotton candy and you couldn't wait anymore as you wrapped your lips around him.

Your tongue tingled from the sweet taste as you swirled it around his head, a moan escaping your lips and making him leak even more.

Felix's fingers twitched on his side and your eyes widened a little as you took more of him in.

Hoping he would move again, you started bobbing your head faster, taking him in deeper, moaning around him and creating vibrations around his throbbing cock.

His fingers twitched a few more times, every time his tip hit the back of your throat it seemed to make him move.

Determined to snap him out of whatever trance he was in you gave it your all, drooling around his length as you sucked him harder, your hand squeezing his sensitive balls.

Taking you by surprise, Felix came, filling your mouth up with his cum and making you sputter as you didn't expect it.

You managed to swallow some, the rest making a mess out of his crotch.

You knew he was supposed to cum only after you pull on his hair so how did this happen?

Now, you had an even bigger inkling that Felix was alive.

A smirk spread on your lips as you stared at his reddened face.

"D'you want a taste, angel?" you giggled, your hand between your legs.

"Yeah, you do." you added, gathering some of your juices before bringing them up to his lips.

You pushed your finger in his mouth, making him taste you.

"I know you like that, my pretty prince."

You gave him a few kisses before cleaning him up.

"We can eat some cake tomorrow." you told him as you laid him down in your bed, the guest room now becoming your room.

As you cuddled up to Felix that night, you had no idea that he would finally wake up while you slept.

Felix's eyes widened as he fought for breath, his heart beating hard against his chest.

He gripped at the sheets, fisting them in pain as his whole body hurt.

You were sleeping peacefully on your side, facing him and for some reason he was terrified.

Felix saw what you did when you got angry so he didn't want to upset you in any way even though you treated him well, so well that he knew he loved you as much as you loved him.

But with confusion and fear running through his veins, he decided not to wake you up, instead he got up quietly in search of food and water.

He knew that if he took something from the fridge, you'd know he was awake so Felix made his way to your pantry, his feet padding on the floor quietly.

On his way there, his knee collided into a chair and he cursed quietly, his eyes widening as he looked back to the direction of your room.

Felix gulped, listening for some time and after deciding it was safe he entered the pantry.

He found some cookies and in his hunger he devoured most of them, accidentally leaving the wrapper and the crumbs behind.

After drinking some water, Felix returned to bed, deciding to let you sleep and maybe tell you that he's alive tomorrow.

Waking up the next day, you started the morning like any other, kissing Felix's sweet face.

But, something was different this morning.

His eyes were closed.

"Hm." you looked at him and he seemed to be breathing but it was so early in the morning that you thought you had dreamed it up.

Suddenly, your phone rang, scaring you out of your thoughts.

"Hi, Jackie!" it was your childhood best friend, the only person who tolerated your obsession with dolls.

She didn't mind it much and she loved you for who you were, the two of you grew up together, going through all the ups and downs with each other.

"Hey, y/n! I'm in town this weekend so I thought we could catch up." she said cheerfully.

"Of course, I'd love to!" you sat up, momentarily forgetting about Felix as you made your way to the kitchen with a smile on your face.

"Great, I can't wait to share all the tea I have." she said and you giggled before noticing something weird.

There was a glass you didn't touch on the counter, and your pantry door was open so you walked towards it as Jackie yapped in your ear.

As you turned the light on, you noticed half eaten cookies on the floor, the wrapper pulled apart seemingly with teeth.

"What? Do I have rats in my house?" you chuckled.

"I'm not a rat." a deep voice said behind you and you shrieked, turning around, your phone almost slipping out of your hand.

"Y/n? What's wrong?" Jackie asked.

"I'm gonna have to call you back." you said as you hung up, staring at Felix as he stood before you with his eyes wide, a timid look on his face, his cheeks rosy and lips pouty.

His hands were clasped together as he played with his fingers.

"F-Felix?" your eyes welled up with happy tears.

"It's me." he said, the depth of his voice shocking you once again, you didn't expect your sweet angel would have such deep vocal chords.

"Oh!" you laughed in delight, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tightly.

Felix gasped at your onslaught of love as you squeezed him so tight that you knocked his breath out of his lungs.

"I knew you'd come to me eventually, my angel." you gently took his face in your hands, your thumbs moving back and forth on his cheeks slowly.

"Y-you're not mad at me?" he asks cutely, blinking at you.

"No, no, not at all! Though, you left a mess." you shake your head and his face becomes redder.

"I'm sorry, I will clean it up." he says timidly and you giggle.

"Oh, you are so adorable!" cuteness aggression takes you over completely as you pinch his cheeks and kiss his plump lips repeatedly, making him giggle.

His stomach growled and he looked at you embarassingly, his face red and you chuckled.

"You need a proper meal." you said, deciding to make the classic eggs and bacon combo.

You took his hands and led him to the chair, sitting him down.

"Let me help you." Felix beamed at you.

"It's okay, Lixie. I like taking care of you."

"I know, but I want to do the same for you."

You melted instantly, kissing him again, it was hard to be apart from him.

The two of you made breakfast together, albeit clumsily as he was still confused about everything.

After eating, the two of you sat in the garden, you with your cup of coffee and Felix with his cup of hot cocoa, two slices of the chocolate cake you made last night served on the fine china.

"What made you wake up?" you asked.

"I- I'm not sure. I tried doing it before, I only managed to move my fingers or toes slightly, sometimes my eyes. It was honestly like I was imprisoned in my own body. I wanted to- to reciprocate, hold you properly and take care of you like you do to me." he said, looking away as he blushed once more.

"Ah, you are so sweet my prince. Just how I imagined. I knew you were alive, I was just hoping and waiting for you to break out of the hypnotized state."

"You think I was hypnotized?" Felix tilts his head at you.

"Do you remember anything before coming here?" you ask, reaching out to touch his hand gently.

"I remember this big cold room. And water. So much water. And there were others but I can't remember their faces. We were all there in the big room. There was a voice talking to us, I- I don't know what it said. But I think it was giving out commands." the more Felix talked about his past, the more worked up he was getting, his hands shaking, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead.

"Hey, hey it's okay. You don't have to tell me everything right away. It must be upsetting." you quickly stand up, holding his face and caressing him.

"I don't wanna go back there."

"You won't." you smile, sitting in his lap.

Felix freezes, his eyes wide and lips falling open, his face taking on the familiar rosy color.

"Y/n." he looks up at you cutely and you lean in, kissing him lovingly.

"You're no longer just my dolly. You're my boyfriend now." you giggle and he smiles the most beautiful bright smile you have ever seen.

"Oh! I am?"

"Mhm." you nod and lean in to kiss him again, your tongue licking at his bottom lip and he opens his mouth, letting you explore him properly now that he's awake, your hand tangled in his soft hair.

"I love you, Lixie." you kiss the tip of his nose.

"I love you y/n. Thank you for everything. For being so good to me and helping me heal when those dolls..." he shivers.

"Of course. Sorry if I went a little crazy. I know I can be insane sometimes. It's just when I saw you like that on the floor, I felt my heart break. I needed to smash them into pieces so they can never hurt you again."

"No, I'm glad you did that. If I could, I'd fight back."

"I know you would." you smile, shifting on his lap as you caress his face.

Scooting closer to him, you feel him press into you.

"I'm sorry." Felix whimpers, looking everywhere but at you. "I know you don't want to... you know."

"I do. Now that you're awake." you nod and his eyes widen.

"Oh?"

"Let's go inside." you giggle at his shocked expression.

"W-what do I do?" Felix looks at you unsurely as you sit on your bed. "Usually you're in charge..."

"You can take the lead, angel. Whatever you had in mind all this time, you can do now." you smile at him, taking his hands in yours to reassure him.

"I wanna worship you like you do to me." he blushes profusely and you chuckle.

"Of course." you say, the two of you starting with loving kisses, layers of clothing slowly coming off.

Felix lays you down gently, looking panicked for a moment, like he doesn't know what to start with, and as his eyes travel all over your body, the redness on his face spreads to his ears and neck.

Ultimately, he decides to do what you did, leaning down to kiss your neck first.

You throw your head back, giving him space as his plump lips gently travel on your skin.

You close your eyes as Felix's worships you, his lips so sweet on your hot skin, his hands caressing you gently as he slides them on your arms, then to your waist and tummy before slowly going up to cup your breasts.

"L-Lixie." you whimper as he plays with your nipples before leaning in to kiss them, his tongue darting out to swirl around the sensitive bud before his pretty lips wrap around it, sucking gently.

"Ah!" you moan, arching into him, arousal dripping from your core.

Felix whimpers when his finger touches your warmness, feeling how wet you got just for him.

He finds your clit, gently rubbing it in circles with his fingertips as he continues sucking on your breasts.

"Want you." you whine and he lifts up.

"C-can I taste you?" he asks, licking his lips and you nod eagerly.

Felix leaves kisses on your tummy all the way down to your core where he presses his lips against your clit.

"Mm, angel." you moan, making him moan too.

His tongue darts out as he starts licking at you and your eyes roll back.

He groans into your core, already addicted to your taste as he spreads you with his thumbs, pushing his tongue in eagerly, as deep as he can.

Your legs tremble a little, your hand ending up in his hair as you hold him down.

Felix keeps grunting into you, his deep voice sending vibrations through you as he laps you up, his button nose pressing perfectly against your clit.

Being sensitive, you can't hold it in too long as you explode, your juices spilling on his lips and chin.

"You taste so sweet." he looks up at you, licking at his lips.

"Come here, I need you." you make grabby hands at him and Felix giggles as he slides up, slotting himself perfectly between your thighs.

"Are you sure?" he asks and you nod.

"Please."

"Anything you want, darling." Felix whispers.

You feel his tip caress your folds and you whine, wrapping your legs around him as he sinks in, slowly opening you up just for him.

You embrace each other, your bodies moving together as Felix makes love to you until you're crying and trembling in his hold, your nails digging into his back as he finally releases his warm cum inside you, filling you up to the brim.

That night, Felix got to embrace you just how he always wanted.

The next few days pass by in perfect bliss.

You and Felix are attached at the hip, always together, always in each other's arms, lips constantly touching.

You took him out on so many dates and he loved being outside, seeing other people enjoying their day too, feeling the warm sunlight on his face, the gentle breeze caressing his hair.

You'd never been this happy before, never having someone who had seen you at your worst and still loved you for who you are.

Felix also loved helping you around the house, giving you massages and doing everything he can to make you feel comfortable.

He even told you of the dolls who were always nice to him so you'd take them out in the garden to hang out with you and Felix on a nice picnic date.

Even your friend Jackie was happy for you, first asking you to explain how the hell did he go from a doll to a human.

"So, basically, you were alive the whole time?" she scratched her head, as the three of you sat in your garden.

"I guess I was."

"So, do you remember how you were made? Like, are you human or?" Jackie asks, her eyes widened in wonder.

"I honestly have no idea. As I told y/n, I only remember that there was a room and that I was suspended in water."

"It's all so peculiar." you shake your head. "But it doesn't matter. What matters now is that Felix is alive and he is safe here." you kiss his cheek and he blushes instantly.

"If you're happy y/n, I'm happy too." Jackie smiles at you.

"Thanks, J." you giggle.

The rest of the afternoon Jackie fills you in with all the drama that happened in her life since you last saw each other, both you and Felix entertained after getting a scoop.

That night, Felix falls asleep quickly and you stay up just for some time, caressing his face and admiring his beauty.

"Good night, my sweet Lixie." you kiss his forehead before nuzzling into him and falling asleep.

Felix's night is filled with nightmares, after opening the topic of his past with Jackie today, memories started flooding in his mind.

People in white suits, their faces unrecognizable. A huge ceiling with big silver pipes. Water tanks with bodies floating inside them all in fetal position. Connected to a machine with a steady beeping sound echoing off of the walls.

The feeling of dread creeping up his spine.

Felix woke up with a loud gasp, covered in sweat, his heart almost leaping out of his chest.

"Lixie? What's wrong?" you sit up quickly as he jostled you awake.

"I- I had a nightmare." his lips tremble, tears sliding down his cheeks.

"It's okay, it was just a dream." you embrace him as he nuzzles into your neck.

You caress him until he calms down.

"It was about that place, wasn't it?"

He nods at your question and you sigh.

"How about we eat some ice cream?" you try to cheer him up and Felix nods quickly, a small smile already appearing on his face.

The two of you are in the kitchen when a loud banging on the door scares you both.

Both of you exchange a fearful look.

The banging starts again.

"Don't." Felix shakes his head, his hands trembling.

"It's okay." you reassure him, making your way to the door.

When you open them, you see five men in suits standing on your doorway, all their faces devoid of any emotion.

"Are you y/n l/n?" one of them speaks in a monotone voice.

"Yes, I am."

"So you've purchased Felix, the comforting doll?"

"I did. What is this about?" you ask confusedly.

"We are here to take him. There's been a malfunction and we need the dolls back at our company."

You scoff at them.

"No." you cross your arms.

"Miss, it's in your best interest to cooperate with us."

"Who the fuck do you think you are to know what's in my best interest?" you frown as two of the men exchange unimpressed looks.

You groan and in an attempt to shoo them away, you lift your leg up and kick one of the men right in his shin.

He doesn't even budge, doesn't make an expression or a sound that would indicate he was even hit.

"Get her out of the way." the man in the very back says and two of them grab your arms as you start screaming and kicking.

Three of the other men walk inside just as Felix runs up to the corridor, hearing your screams.

"Y/n!" he yells out, as the men grab him.

"Felix!" you kick around, tears sliding down your cheeks as you try to tear away from the men but to no avail.

"Let him go! He's alive! I love him!"

"Please don't take me away from her!"

Both of you scream but nobody listens to you.

One of the men takes a big needle out of his suitcase and before you can react he pushes it into Felix's neck, injecting him with some kind of liquid.

You scream as his body goes limp and they lift him up, walking out of your house.

"You'll get your money back, don't worry." the last man says and you scream at him, your tears flowing like a wild river.

"I don't want it! I want my Felix!" you cry, running after them but they've already pushed him into the backseat.

One of the men holds you back as they all pile in the car, leaving quickly as you fall down to your knees and cry.

Your heart hurts for breaking your promise of keeping Felix safe.

Your mind races with a thousand thoughts.

What are you going to do now?

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