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octoberclidan · 3 months

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Giving Up Control

Request: can you do one with sam as a top and being rlly rough, and one (SEPERATE FANFICS OFC) as dean rlly submissive w/ lots of wimpering

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Note: this is 18+. Do not read this if you're under 18.

Dean's Version

Masterlist

Story:

"Sam, I said I was sorry", [Y/N] said as she followed him through the door into their motel room. He didn't look back at her as he set his bag down on the bed and began to route through it. She sighed and closed the door behind her. "Sam?" She said as she walked over to him. She lifted her hand, hesitantly, before reaching up to place it on the back of his shoulder, but he immediately shrugged it off and continued to look through his bag. "The silent treatment? Really?"

He scoffed at her and pulled out a clean shirt and boxers, shaking his head and he closed the bag again. He turned to walk towards the bathroom but she grabbed his arm. He turned around and glared down at her, his nostrils flaring. "Do you have any idea how fucking stupid your little stunt back there was?"

"Yes, I do, that's why I said sorry".

"Oh okay, yeah, you said sorry, that makes it all better".

"I don't know what else you want me to say. I made a mistake Sam, it's not like you've never done that".

"That's not the issue and you know that! The issue is I don't know if I can trust you, [Y/N]. When I take you on hunts with me, I need to be able to trust you to use your fucking head and not step right in front of danger just because you have this need to be the one in control all the time. I told you to stay put and you didn't, you made your own wreckless decision and two vampires got away".

"I know! I fucked up, and anyone they hurt will be on me, I know that Sam, I don't need you to tell me!"

Sam sighed and turned away from her, running his hand down his face in frustration. "It's not just that, [Y/N]. You nearly got seriously hurt too, and it would've been on my watch".

"You're not responsible for me. I'm responsible for my own actions. If I get hurt, it's on my own watch".

"That's not how this works", he said, turning back around to her and pointing between the two of them. "We're supposed to work together, you're supposed to follow my orders when it gets dangerous".

"Okay, you need to back up a bit", she said, settling her hands on her hips and furrowing her brows at him. "I'm your girlfriend, not your soldier, I'm not 'supposed' to follow anyone's orders".

"Would it kill you to follow direction for once? Give up control for once?" He was breathing heavily, his fists clenched to keep himself still.

"And just let you control everything? Tell me where to go, what to do, what to say?"

"Yes". He stepped towards her and she instinctualy stepped back. "Just let me look after you, keep you safe".

"I don't need you to look after me, I need a partner".

"I am your partner". He took a few more steps towards her, and she backed up until the motel room's wall stopped her. "I've been hunting since I was a kid, you've been hunting for less than a year, don't you trust me to know what I'm doing?"

"I do, but-"

"But you want to be the one in charge all the time. I know, it's part of your personality. I bet you couldn't let someone else take control even if you wanted to". He was staring down at her now, forcing her to look up, her head against the wall and his hips only inches from her stomach.

"I bet I could".

Before she could comprehend what was happening, Sam's lips were on hers and she was being lifted up by her thighs and pressed into the wall. His tongue instantly forced its way into her mouth, not that she made any attempt to block it, and she reached up to grab his hair, causing him to groan into her mouth. He kept his grip tight on one thigh, digging his fingers into it, while his other slipped under her ass, squeezing it. He smirked against her lips as she moaned, trying to grind against him. He pulled back slightly to kiss her jawline up to her ear. "Stop moving, you're giving up control, you're only going to do what I say you can do", his low voice rumbled against the side of her face and she nodded enthusiastically. Sam wasn't exactly gentle or cautious in bed, but she'd never seen this side of him before, he'd never been this dominant with her, and she'd never been so turned on.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he let go of her other thigh to hold her ass with both hands, hoisting her up and stepping away from the wall. He turned around and walked towards the bed, not letting his lips leave her neck as he did. She squeaked in surprise as he threw her down on the bed and ripped her flannel open, scattering buttons all across the room. As she stared up at him she could still see anger and frustration, and she thought for a moment that if she were a vampire or demon looking up at Sam Winchester right now, she'd be terrified. She wasn't scared at all as he leaned over to man-handle her arms out of the flannel and throw it across the room; she knew that even though this was about Sam being in control, one 'stop' from her and he'd be off her without a second thought.

He crawled on top of her, shoving his thigh between her legs as he pulled her bra down to pinch her nipples. He smirked as she gasped and grabbed his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something that would help ground her. He leaned down to kiss her, biting at her lips and groping at her breasts. Her hands moved up to grasp his hair again, pulling slightly and making him moan into her mouth. He leaned back and knelt, one knee still between her thighs, applying pressure in just the right spot. He stared down at her and trailed his fingers from her neck, down between her breasts, down her stomach, and stopping at the top of her jeans. He unbuttoned them and began to pull them down her legs, letting her wiggle her hips to help him, taking her panties with them. She lay there completely bare in front of a completely clothed Sam, but when she reached for his belt he grabbed her hands and chuckled, shaking his head.

"You don't get to touch me tonight. This is about me being in control, not you. This is about me taking what I want, and giving what I want. Roll over, stick your ass up for me and keep your head on the pillow". She looked up at him, slightly shocked by his demanding tone, and when she didn't answer, he raised his eyebrow at her. He pinched her thigh and she squealed before scrambling to turn over and do as he asked. She could feel how wet she was, she never thought she'd be so turned on by being submissive, but here she was. She felt Sam grab her ass cheeks and squeeze. She could tell that he was almost hesitant as he let go with one hand, and she was about to try and look around to see what he was doing when she was pushed forward slightly by a smack.

"Sam!" She gasped, and he smirked to himself, feeling relieved that her tone had obvious hints of pleasure in it, and he soothingly rubbed the place that his hand had just hit.

"Count".

"What?"

"Count for me. That was for this hunt, but you've acted wrecklessly on at least the last four too. Count".

"...one?"

"Good girl", he gently rubbed her ass again and she good feel herself blush. Sam didn't typically use pet names in bed, and when he did, it was usually something like 'baby', or 'sweetheart'. Hearing his deep voice call her a good girl for doing as he ask triggered something inside her, a need to please him again, to be praised by him again. She bit her lip in anticipation as his hand left her ass again, and this time when he smacked her she moaned.

"Two!"

"So good. You're being so, so good for me", he said as he lifted his hand again, this time smacking down a bit harder.

"Sam!" She shouted, grabbing the pillow beneath her in her fists.

"You having trouble counting?"

"No! Three, Sam, three!"

"There we go, just two more, can you do that?"

"Yes... yes, I'm ready", she nodded, tightening her grip on the pillow as Sam's hand slammed into her ass. "Fuck... four!"

"One more..." He said as he lifted his hand for the final time, looking down at the red mark he'd left and making a mental note to put some cream onto it later. He had to admit though, he liked seeing his handprint on her ass. He smacked her one last time, a bit lighter than the last one so as to not cause too much pain.

"Five", she breathed out, the stinging lessening as Sam rubbed gently circles on her.

"Thank you, [Y/N], you did so well", he said. She could hear his zipper going down, and she breathed in deeply in anticipation. She usually preferred to be able to see him when they had sex, to kiss him and look at him, but in this moment, she was finding it easier to be submissive while not looking at him. One of his hands slipped down under her, and his finger circled her clit, applying just a little bit of pressure. She moaned as his finger left her clit, trailing through her wetness until he dipped it inside of her. "Fuck, you're soaked", he groaned, slipping a second finger inside. He curled them and dragged up and down her walls, reaching his free hand under to pay more attention to her clit.

"Sam... please fuck me".

"You asked so nicely, how could I say no to that?" He chuckled as he took his fingers back and pushed his jeans and boxers down to around his knees. He was already completely hard and standing tall, and he immediately pushed into her, filling her up completey. They moaned in unison at the familiar feeling of each other, and Sam began thrusting in and out as far as he could go, slamming into her hard and making her scream his name, which only encouraged him more.

He reached over her and grabbed a fistful of her hair, his other hand reaching under to wrap around her breasts as he pulled her upwards, pressing her back against his chest and nuzzling his face into the back of her neck. He continued to pump in and out of her while nipping, licking, and kissing at her neck and shoulder, his fingers taking turns between playing with her nipples and reaching down to play with her clit. "Taking me so well... fucking perfect".

"Sam... I need to cum", she groaned, feeling herself tighten around him as she felt her climax getting closer.

"Then cum... cum around my cock, be good and make me cum with you". He breathed heavily against her neck as he felt her come undone around him, the waves of her orgasm pushing him over the edge too as he released inside of her. "Fuck", he breathed out, trying to catch his breath as she did the same. He slowly pulled out of her and let her down onto the bed, before falling down beside her. She turned her head to look over at him, and was surprised at how sweet and kind and full of adoration he looked. He reached over to brush her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear as he chuckled. "That was something".

"Yeah", she sighed. "Definitely something".

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked, his brows furrowing together in concern, but she was quick to shake her head.

"No, you didn't. Well, I mean my ass is definitely gonna be sore tomorrow", she giggled, "but I really needed that. I didn't know I did, but I did".

"Yeah... about that", he smiled, leaning over to press his lips to her forehead quickly before sitting up and reaching down to pull his boxers and jeans back up. "I have some cream in my hunting bag, I haven't used it yet but it's supposed to help calm bruises and stuff, I'll put some on you, just stay on your stomach while I get it". Before he could get off the bed, she grabbed his wrist and he looked back down at her.

"I love you, Sam".

"I love you too [Y/N]", he smiled down at her, noticing how tired she looked as she struggled to keep her eyes open. "Let's take care of you, then get some sleep".

The end

Dean's Version

Sam Winchester taglist: @123passwort @janineb86 @hobby27 @angelwiththeshotgun @pizzagirlxnsfwx @livingdead-reilly @fuiabarcelos @vmaier12 @littlemadamred

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kaeddehara · 2 years

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saying “you’re mine” <3

[ albedo + xiao + childe + diluc ]

[ nsfw, mdni, part two w/heizou + cyno maybe ?? ]

desperate bedo :((, he’s just stressed and needs you to make him feel better <33

albedo was in such a rut. being so backed up with work from the knights and his own research. he’d tire himself out day and night in his lab. forgetting to take care of himself and look a complete mess. hair a mess eyes underlined with dark circles that looked almost painful to have. once he finally found himself at his shared home with you, his mind was set on one time entirely. seeing you of course! coming inside and seeing you relaxed by yourself made for a perfect moment.

“a-albedo slow down—“

you begged him to give any sort of explanation as he continued going at your neck and groping your body.

“working so hard haven’t you?”

albedo continued sucking dark markings into your next as he began to push you down to get on top of you. finally seeing his sleep deprived eyes and messy hair (honestly a turn on), you knew what albedo wanted and complied. pushing his lips against yours as a means to keep you both occupied while he fumbled with his belt. giving you little to no time to take a breather and leaving you messy as well.

“you’re mine…”

slipped from his lips sandwiched between a kiss. being in the midst of everything, it turned you on even more and you pulled him closer to your face just wanting to taste him more.

full nelson xiao?? not sure what came over me but yes let’s go for it, possessive xiao as usual, pussy drunk xiao <33

he was not in the mood for anything else other than you. seeing you at his will practically took over his mind and he couldn’t help but take the chance to pounce at you.

firstly it started slowly; just you sitting on his lap and embracing each other gently while to sun set. after a while, xiao couldn’t hold himself back. your warmth, it was intoxicating. messily making out as he slid his hands underneath your shirt and felt your sweet body up. soon enough, you felt your back on his chest and his hot breath heaving over your neck. legs being spread carefully as he pushed your clothes to the side and got to work.

“that’s it, that’s it! you’re mine…”

xiao growled against your neck and his hips continued to snap up to yours at a mind numbing pace. your poor mind turned to mush by the incomprehensible speed xiao was going at. only his words and the feeling of his hands on your waist holding you up were what kept you from losing it all.

imagine him all sweaty and bloody then fucking you on the floor, kinda gross kinda hot yk, teasing childe ofc

childe and you would frequently spar each other. nothing too dangerous as neither of you ever released full power on each other, but still, it was a good way to build up stamina and keep fit. typically, you both would go rounds and relax after along each other. however, seeing you so into the pure rush the feeling of battle gave you, it drove lust to overtake his weakened mind.

“you know i can’t hold back when you look at me like that”

your soft whines and cries drove him crazy. that, and how pretty you looked drooling over him as he held your legs up

“you’re mine”

he laughs against your face, watching for your reaction. you can’t seem to do anything but pant out and beg for more. childe almost frowns at this before realizing what he can do now that he has you dumb and at his will.

“come on say it!”

he pushes into you a little more till he’s basically bottomed out making you choke at the sudden feeling. the feeling of his toned hips pounding into your soft flesh, turning it a bright pink.

“i-i’m yours!”

childe chuckles at what a pathetic mess you’d become. such a strong fighter as yourself succumbed to a complete mess on the floor.

“you are mine..”

he smiles into your skin as he continues to make you his <3

possessive and jealous diluc, imagine this with slight bondage???, reader just wants to rile him up <3

diluc got off of a long shift at angel share when a couple of drunk patrons asked to take you home to which to repeatedly said no and continued away to diluc who was upset at them and brought you over to teach you a lesson

it was a usual evening for diluc in the tavern. watching everyone enjoy their company and drinks with each other as more drunk patrons asked for another round. while it was never something diluc would say he enjoyed to see out loud, he did appreciate it. along with the sight of you present, it made the evening all the more enjoyable.

although when he started to see a few of those patrons get a little too close and a little too talkative with you, he knew he had to take this into his hands in his after hours.

watching as they stumbled out and the tavern emptied itself as he waited for you sitting all alone, a little intoxicated yourself. giving him a soft smile, he looked at you with a serious gaze. getting up, already weak in the knees, diluc pushed you against the table.

“i don’t appreciate you showing up and putting on a show like that”

he whispered in your ear leant down over your shoulder. quickly after that, this lead to you being bent over a tavern table and getting fucked like a good slut face down ass up. dilucs hips pounding into the soft flesh of your ass as he bent over you, letting his hips do all the work.

“you’re all mine…hah..”

he panted out, reaching his high so soon the feeling in his stomach building up so quickly. your sinful sounds ringing off the tavern walls reminded him how much he loved having you in his life. even though you wanted to be a brat, he still found a way to make you his <3

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violentnewmarley · 9 months

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can u write something where reader and bill have been together since they were kids and like they had their first kiss together and everything else as they get older and they are like super shy around eachother when talking abt sex and stuff thank u❤️❤️

Convenient.

Bill kaulitz x Fem!reader<3 (smut omg)

Tysm for requesting! I hope u don’t mind that I made it a smut, I just thought it was the best direction yk😵‍💫 Also I might like change my writing style but I’ll make a separate post abt that XD

warnings/content: smut (18+), switch!bill,softdom!bill,switch!reader,pinv,unprotected sex,foreplay,Alcohol use,i think that’s all?

• You had been dating Bill kaulitz since you were both young, but as you both got older and more (hormonal?😰) jokes and conversations surronding sex made you nervous. that aside- you and Bill had already shared many firsts, so why not add to the list?

Of course all of the other band members had picked up on the sexual tension and shy moments shared between the two of you. Tom knew it wasn’t likely for either you or bill to adress the awkwardness. So of course he disided to do it himself .

You were spending the night at the kaulitz twins, along with Georg and gustav. No parents were at the house, just you and the boys sitting in the living room drinking and laughing over dumb shit.

Tom took a sip from his beer and sighed “We should play something, try to make it more interesting” “Like what?” asked your perfect pookie pie princess boyfriend (sorry i didn’t know what to say😇)

“Maybe like truth or dare? That one’s a classic” said tom in response. Some time passed and Each of you did a few truths and dares, although nothing was too crazy.

You sat next to bill kept your head leaning against his shoulder, his hand in yours, and It soon became your turn again. Tom took a sip of his beer glaring at you and bill, you could see the intoxication on his face.

“Truth or dare y/n” you hesitate and think for a moment, scared of what he might say for either choice.

“Uhm- truth..?” You shrug, Giving him a half smile. Tom looks down and laughs, making you more nervous. He quickly looks back up trying not to laugh. “Have you and bill fucked yet?” You feel bills grip on your hand tighten. he gives Tom a half pissed/ half embarrassed stare. you bury your face onto the side of his arm wishing you could just hide.

Tom, Georg, and gustav all burst out into laughter. You and Bill start laughing as well, but it was more out of embarrassment and awkwardness than amusement.

Gustav interrupts the laughter smiling at Tom “you already know the answer to that Tom. God your horrible” causing them to laugh even more obnoxiously. But Gustav was right, Tom 100% knew, so he had purpously put you and Bill on the spot.

You all quickly got over it, and agreed on watching a movie in the living room. Although it didn’t take very long for everyone to fall asleep, except for you and Bill (ofc😉) you turn to him, finally realizing you were the only ones awake “could we maybe go to your room instead?” His face lights up. “Yeah, sure”

you shut the door as you walk into Bills room. He flops face first onto his bed and you follow, lying beside him. You place a few kisses to the back of his neck. He looks up at you and laughs, moving onto his side and grabbing the back of your head, Bill presses his soft lips against yours.

It doesn’t long until the two of you are full on making out. Bill kept you pinned down on your side, legs intertwined. Until all of a sudden he pulls away from the kiss. “you remember what Tom said earlier?” His voice was soft and raspy, and you could tell through his tone that he was nervous. “Uh yea, why?”

“well I mean like I was kinda wondering if-“ you cut him off, already knowing what he was going to ask “yes.” You both smile, bringing your lips back together.

He didn’t particularly plan for tonight to be the night you both lost your virginity, but it seemed like the perfect time. He wanted to take it slow, so he started with moving his knee closer to your crotch. slowly jutting it against your core.

you moaned into his mouth, very much caught by surprise. he giggled, making you laugh too. Diving straight back into eachothers lips, Bill moved his hand to the bottom on your t shirt. Pushing his hand under the fabric, his finger tips grazed past your nipples as he slowly massaged your breast. “Billy I need you.” A smile creept up onto his lips as he pulled from the kiss “Oh, really?” you nod looking at him. “yes.”

“Liebe… we really don’t have to”

“I want to.” You smile up at Bill and He places a quick kiss on your lips before sitting up to remove his clothes, followed by yours. He takes a second looking at your body before laying back on top of you, muttering sweet complements and praises between gentle kisses.

Unsurprisingly followed by another heated makout but this time was different. Bills body was so close to yours, his erect member was teasing your slick hole. (HELP WHAT💀) you wanted him inside of you so bad.

“I wanna ride you” you pant. “Please do.” you quickly switch positions, straddling Bills lap with his hands rested on your waist. You raise up your hips, hovering over his cock. you cupped his chin giving him a kiss. “Please” Bill whimpers.

you smile, “please what?” his soft chocolate eyes looking up into yours. “Please fuck me y/n.”

your lips smash together, Gasping and Moaning into each others mouths as you set yourself down into his cock. You began moving slow, allowing yourself to ajust to his size, but sped up pretty quickly, his tip hitting your g-spot so good.🤨

soft whines and whimpers escaped his lips from the feat you felt, so tight and wet (wtf) “You feel so good ” Bill looked up at you, admiring your pretty expressions, his lips parted and eyebrows knitted close together.

Bill burys his head into your neck, moving one of his hands down to your clit, using his thumb to rub soft circles against it as you grind down onto his cock. The feeling sent a shock throughout your entire body.

you loudly moan, making Bill smirk into your neck, and you felt his cold tongue piecing run up the side of your neck, by him placing sloppy kisses behind your jaw. You grip his long black locks, holding him closer.

Bill speeds up his pace against your clit, and you can feel your orgasm approaching “m'gonna cum- .” he continues rubbing, whimpering in your ear. taking you over the edge as you cum around his cock.

your wetness makes Bill reach his high very quickly. you fall to his side and rub his cock with your hand, his cheeks tint red and back arches, spilling his own seed onto his stomach. You kneel down and lick it up, kissing your way back up to his lips.

you can feel bills warm breath on yours as you lay in each other's arms "you did so good baby, i love you." Laughter escaping both you lips “I love you too billy.”

im so sorry if this isnt very good and is like lowkey cringe af, i literally have no brain cells left </3 ALSO IDK IF ITS JUST ME RN BUT IM SO HORNY FOR HALLOWEEN AND CHRISTMAS OMFG😩 ive been watching reels nonstop cuz im so excited.

💟 @fishinaband @mikalame @nyxwritesshit @bbvoxstar

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slu7formen · 10 months

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dangerous | eddie munson x fem!reader

eddie munson x fem!reader +18 (minors dni)

inspired by michael jackson’s song, dangerous (1991), if you heard this song, you might know were this is going…

warning: cheating, alcohol use, cigarettes, pet names, kissing, eddie’s kind of an asshole, mention of panic attack, little use of y/n, just pure smut (ofc), oral (f receiving), choking, spitting, slight biting, finger sucking, hair pulling, unprotected p in v, kinda rough sex.

reminder: english’s not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

Eddie’s been wanting to break up with his girlfriend for months now, but she just can’t let him go. He’s been getting tired of all the fighting, the leaving her and then getting back ‘cause if he doesn’t, she has a fucking panic attack and starts to cry hysterically.

He felt bad for her, didn’t want her to suffer, so that why he kept coming back again, just to make her happy, but he knows that he deserves something else, and so does she. None of them are having a good time when they’re together, everything is just fighting and then saying “I promise it won’t happen again, we will change”

Things never changed.

So, he started to frequently go to a bar across the street with his friends, every friday, saturday and sometimes, sunday nights.

“So you’re not breaking up with her?” Gareth asked him, wiping his lips with the back of his hand after taking a sip of his beer.

“I don’t know, man” Eddie replied “It’s complicated” he murmured and started to tap his rings onto the table, anxiously.

“You always say that” Jeff laughed.

“Yeah” said the other boy “You gotta stop this, dude. She’s driving you nuts”

“Yeah, no shit” Eddie sipped from his bottle “How am I supposed to break up with her when every time I try to do it, she has a fucking mental breakdown?”

Jeff and Gareth looked at each other for a second, then looked back to their beers. The bar was full that friday night, young women hitting on the same old man that spent his hundreds of dollars just to take them home later, young and old men playing pool, some group of teenagers getting drunk by the bar, and music playing loudly on the speakers.

Eddie’s been looking at many women that night, and the night from the week before, but none of them ended up to be something he wanted. Did he feel guilty for even thinking about cheating on his girlfriend? Yes. But his desire of leaving her was just so big, he felt desperate. But no woman made him turn his head so much for him to even think of doing something like hitting on her.

That was, until he saw you.

The way you came into the place in that little black satin dress, high heels and perfectly applied makeup, he almost choked on his drink. There was something different about you, he knew it just by looking at the way you took off your heavy coat, smoothly placing it over a stool in which you sat on, far away from the group of teenagers that were already eyeing you up and down from the corner of the bar.

The way you moved… your hair, your face, your lines, the arch of your back when you got close to the bartender and asked for your drink. Everything about you was mesmerizing.

Like divinity in motion.

You stalked the room, looking around for someone to have a little fun with, and quickly Eddie did too, realizing about how everyone was feeling your presence, like you were so dominant in that goddamn bar now, radiating passion and lust, causing every head to turn towards you.

Then you laid eyes on him, just when he turned your head back to you again. You smirked slightly, and Eddie couldn’t feel it was real; he felt the need to turn around and see if you were smiling to someone else, almost like a movie.

Gareth and Jeff looked over to you, but you were already looking for something on your small purse, but that didn’t stop them at all to almost shout at his friend.

“Holy ssssshit, man!” Gareth said and smacked his hand on Jeff’s shoulder. “Did you see that girl?”

“I did, but don’t fucking hit me like that again” Jeff said while shoving Gareth’s hand away. He looked back at you again, then leaned into Eddie, forearms on the table. “She’s fucking gorgeous”.

Eddie sighed, drinking from his bottle again, but stopped once he felt that the two pair of eyes couldn’t stop looking at him. He swallowed. “What?”

“Go talk to her” they both said.

“What?” he repeated.

“What?” Gareth mimicked him, “You heard us”

“Why me?” he pointed to himself “You go”

Gareth snorted, “Yeah, like I have a chance with that chick”.

“And I do?”

Jeff smacked him on the head. Eddie almost screamed. “ ‘Course you do, idiot. Look at you!” He looked over at you once again, and you were hiding your beautiful smile with your drink, Eddie felt embarrassed, but at the same time… you had just looked at him. It made him blush like he was seventeen again.

You were totally looking at him.

Gareth and Jeff kept telling him how he should talk to you, that he had nothing to loose. That’s when he realized… he didn’t even care about loosing his girlfriend anymore. What else could he possibly lose, apart from already losing what he wanted to get rid of for so long?

So… he went for it.

He didn’t know, but he was walking the line right into your web of sin. By the time he stood up from his chair, one of the insanely drunk teenagers was sitting on a stool next to you, talking into your ear and smiling like he was getting some sort of points just by sitting next to you.

He walked over to the both of you, and grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt. “ ‘Kay, that’s enough” he said, deep voice making you turn your head towards him. That teenage boy was bigger than you in terms of height and muscles, but looked so small next to Eddie, almost like a kid being dragged by his father.

The nameless guy tried to say something back, but it only took Eddie to push him slightly and he was gone and back to his group, who laughed hysterically at him.

“Didn’t need any help, handsome” you said, seductive voice almost making his cock so hard it would outline on his jeans.

He sat down. “Wanted to help… a ‘thank you’ would be nice”. he smiled and placed his big arms on the bar, his elbow almost touching yours.

You laughed, sipping from your red drink. You didn’t say anything. Eddie looked at his friends, and they funnily started to motion him ways to talk to you. He flipped them off and turned back to you.

“Can I, uh… can I buy you a drink?” he asked while leaning in closer to you.

“You don’t sound like you wanna buy me a drink”

Fuck, you were a though one. You didn’t even look at him, just kept your eyes on the multiple alcohol bottles in front of you.

“I just wouldn’t feel good if you reject me” he laughed.

“Why? Your friends will make fun of you?” you finally looked at him again. He was much closer than you expected, but didn’t complain at all. In fact, his scent was addictive now; cigarettes and expensive cologne.

He kept looking into your eyes, just waiting for you to say something else. You tilted your head, smiled sweetly and said; “vodka cranberry”.

You were together for at least two more hours, just drinking beer and sweet little cocktails. Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, like he was already drunk just by looking at you, and you didn’t help at all; you kept touching him. Your small hands and long nails dancing around his inked forearm. He couldn’t keep up with you at first, feeling nervous and shaking like a leaf, he hasn’t flirted with anyone else apparat from his girlfriend in like three years, but quickly recovered when he felt your confidence getting bigger and bigger every time, like talking seductively and flirting was what you were made for, always getting what you want.

Your voice was like music to his ears, he wanted to record it and put it into a song that everyone could hear… if only he was the rockstar he always wanted to be.

Mesmerized by looking at you, he forgot that the bar was about to close, and when he turned around, his friends were long gone. He turned around to look at you again, and grinned. “Could we maybe… hang out again?”

“I can do a lot more than just ‘hang out’, handsome”

You kept calling him handsome and he just felt like his knees were about to hit the floor.

“But yeah” you said “We could”. You took a napkin from the small pile, and asked the bartender if he could give you a pen. The man smiled, knowing where you guys were going after paying him so many drinks. You started writing your number slowly, and he waited patiently, like a puppy.

You lifted the napkin to your lips, and kissed it right under the numbers. Fresh red lipstick spread on the white paper, and you gave it to him. He grinned at it, carefully folded it and placed it inside his pocket on his jacket. “I’ll give you mine” he said, grabbing the pen from your hand and taking another clean napkin.

“In case you don’t call?”

“Nah, sweetheart” he whispered “In case you wanna call first”.

You took a taxi, and he waited for you to leave first. After you did, he headed home. Home.

Jesus Christ, he thought. What did I do?

It was too late now. But that was not cheating… right? Asking for your number? To see you again? No… no, it couldn’t be. That’s not cheating, you didn’t kiss, you didn’t fuck. It couldn’t be.

Eddie wished his thoughts stopped there, but he couldn’t sleep, not when his girlfriend was next to him, sleeping. Sharing a bed. He couldn’t stop thinking about was he just did, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you either.

He touched his forearm, trying to recreate what your hand felt like, but it didn’t work. He went for his bicep as well, but didn’t work either. It was not enough, he needed to see you again, he needed to feel you, he needed you to feel him. No matter how wrong this was, you already had him under your spell… it was dangerous, but he didn’t care.

The next morning, while drinking his coffee, he kept thinking… ‘should I call her?’ He wanted to, of course, but didn’t want to call while his girlfriend was there, he wasn’t that stupid. His knee kept bouncing under the table, and she noticed. When she asked him what was wrong, she just got a pair of annoyed eyes looking at her as an answer.

Of course he was not gonna tell her.

He spent all day in the bedroom, close to the phone, hoping it would ring, but it never happened. Not until the night fell.

When it rang, it was like his heart would explode and fall to the floor. His stomach tightened, and his cheeks painted pink. He picked it up before it could ring again, and said, “Hello?”

No one answered.

“Hello?” he repeated. Still, no answer. Was it a prank? Did the phone break? Was it someone else? He was about to hang up, but inhaled sharply and asked, “Who is this?”

“You know my name” you replied. “Thought I needed to call… you still wanna see me, handsome?”

He smiled, then laughed. “Shit” he whispered. “Got scared, thought it was someone else”

“Relax, baby. I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all day. Did you think ‘bout me too?”

“Eddie, what the fuck?”

Holy shit.

His heart was definitely down to his ass now. He totally forgot, how could he? Was he stupid? Did he forgot about how there was another phone down the hall and his girlfriend could hear?

He had to be so fucking stupid.

Eddie hung up and quickly got up from his bed, only to bump into his angry girlfriend at the door, who was ready to scream at him in every way she could.

“You fucking asshole!” she screamed, hitting his chest like a gorilla. “Who the fuck is she!? I knew it, I knew it when you started going to that stupid bar! You fucking liar!”

He grabbed her arms “Stop it! Stop it right now!”

“No!” she said, and she stepped back. Her face was red with anger and her tears were about to spill down her cheeks. She had her hands in fists, and Eddie quickly took a step back too, in case she even thought about hitting him again. “Who the fuck is that, Eddie? Some slut you met at the bar?”

“I swear nothing happened, and she’s no slut”

“Oh! You swear.” his girlfriend laughed “Like you always do, right? You loooove doing it. You swear things will get better and then everything stays the same”

“YOU ARE THE ONE ALWAYS SAYING THAT!” he screamed at her “I’m not happy with this relationship and you fucking know it! I’ve been wanting for this shit to change for months now!”

“SO YOU GO AND CHEAT ON ME!?”

Eddie grabbed his forehead and groaned loudly, not saying anything. He could hear she started to walk across the room, opening drawers and the closet, then closing it. “Wha- what are you doing?” he asked once he saw her walking out of the room with a coat on. The coat he gave her for their first anniversary.

“I’m going out. I have to think” she replied while opening the front door. Eddie followed her.

“Oh, now you have to think?”

She didn’t answer, just closed the door behind her back, and Eddie heard her footsteps going down the hall, probably on her way to the elevator. He smacked his head on the white door, and breathed heavily. He closed his eyes, trying to get deep into his own thoughts, trying to find some sort of guilt of regret, since he didn’t feel anything and now, his heart was clearly beating in his chest again and his stomach was in place.

He didn’t find any. He did not feel guilty at all.

He took a step back, turned around and quickly sat on the bed again. His hand grabbed the phone while the drawer opened, and looked for that little piece of napkin. He called you.

You picked up, and thank God, you didn’t ask why he hang up so suddenly. Instead of apologizing for it, he squeezed his own hand and said; “Wanna come over?”

It didn’t take you more than fifteen minutes to get there, and it was just the perfect amount of time that Eddie needed to tidy up a little bit his apartment. When you knocked the door, he made you wait, but what for? He was dying to see you.

You immediately landed your eyes on everything you could find once you stepped into his little clearly shared apartment. You didn’t miss that sweatshirt that was way too small to fit on Eddie’s big body, but you didn’t say anything. Your gaze quickly saw that laundry basket, a dress falling out of it; you didn’t say anything. When Eddie guided you to the kitchen for something to drink, you saw the picture hanging on the wall. Him, hugging her tightly, kissing her cheek and looking straight into the camera.

Still, you didn’t say anything.

“Would you like some wine?” he asked shyly.

“Can’t. I’m driving” you simply said while resting you lower back on the counter. He offered you a coke instead, and you never stopped looking at him while we moved anxiously around the kitchen. He gave you a can of the sweet drink, and your fingers brushed slightly when he gave it to you. You both drank silently for a moment, but you didn’t want that, so you sighed loudly, making his eyes look at you. “So, you invited me because…?”

Eddie gulped nervously, suddenly well aware about the short of your skirt, and the size of your breast hidden by your long sleeve top. He wished he looked away sooner, but already knew you caught him staring. “Just needed some company”

“Is your girlfriend not enough?”

Eddie knew you saw everything he couldn’t hide, and that made him embarrassed. He was scared you would leave, but you already knew his secret, and you were still there, so he took a step closer to you, trying to be brave towards what he was about to say. You slightly lifted your head to look into his big chocolate eyes.

“She’s not my girlfriend”

You laughed and raised you eyebrows “That’s good”

He expected you to ask where she was now, why was her stuff still there, why did he stay and she left, ready to lie it all, but of course; you did not care.

Or you just knew he was lying.

“You know, Eddie…” you started, placing the can on the counter. “You’re not the first guy that lies to me about being single” is all you said while staring right into his soul. “And you know what I do when I find out they’re cheating?”

He stayed silent, but you did too, and he realized you were waiting for an answer. “You leave?” he whispered.

“Exactly” you said, and straightened forward, almost bumping into his chest. “But I’m not gonna leave you, Eddie” your hand ghosted behind his head, touching his curls and a few seconds after, his neck, slowly touching it and feeling his warmth in your fingers. “I like you”

You were basically whispering him love, and he was at the point of no return. He felt taken, completely ready to take whatever you were willing to give him, or to do whatever you wanted him to.

Your lips barely touched his, he tried to lean forward to chase your lips, but you started to lean back with a wicked smile on your glossy lips. “You wanna kiss me?” you whispered seductively into his mouth.

“I wanna do so much more than that, baby” he said while grabbing your waist and pulling you against him, letting himself feel your exposed skin in his hands, rough skin against your soft flesh. “Let me feel you, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good”

Now you definitely laughed, the vibration of your voice repeating into his ears, waiting for you to say something, do something. And you did, ‘cause you drove him nuts once you replied; “Do it, I’m waiting”

Those words were all he needed to finally touch your lips and devore you into a hungry kiss. From tongues barely touching to fighting to get into each other’s mouth first. Eddie couldn’t control himself while dragging you down the hall, all the way to his bedroom, not when your lips were smoother than oil, not when you made the kiss feel so sweet, but your inner spirit was as sharp as a two-edged sword.

He fucking loved it.

You pushed him down, the back of his knees bumping into the bed and sitting on it, while you sat on his lap, one leg on each side of his hips. He smoothed his hands from your knees to your inner thighs while your nails dragged along his chest, reaching to the bottom of his shirt and quickly getting him out of it.

You admired his toned chest, decorated with a big tattoo on his left pec, and the smoothness of his abdomen, contrasting with the rough skin of his hands, that were still dancing along your thighs. He kissed your neck, dirty and wet, making you squirm over his covered dick and let out soft moans that were impossible to hide at this point.

His big hands moved under your top while your hips kept doing the work of grinding against him, satisfied by the relief you felt in your core because of the constant pressure. “Fuck” he whispered against your neck once his hands were high enough to realize your lack of underwear “You’ll be the death of me, sweetheart”.

“Careful” you replied, unzipping your skirt and then you pushed his chest, making him lay flat against the white sheets. “We’re just getting started”

Eddie couldn’t stop kissing and touching you. Your lips were like the sweetest thing he ever tasted, and never wanted to get rid of because he knew he wouldn’t get tied of it. His hands touched everywhere he could reach; your legs, your ass, your back underneath the clothes, your jaw, your neck, your hair. One particular movement of his hand along your neck made you moan louder than before, to which he smiled wickedly. “Don’t tell me you’re into chocking, sweet thing”

“Fine” you said and kissed his jaw, then his cheek, going all the way to his ear. “I won’t”

He grabbed your waist with enough force to make you roll into the bed, back pressed against it and him on top of you now. “What else are you into?” he asked while softly touching your cheek, his hot breath tickling your lips.

“You’re smart enough to find out yourself, handsome”

He didn’t answer, instead, the thumb from the hand that was touching your face ghosted over your bottom lip, leftovers of cherry gloss staining his skin, and he pulled down slightly. He kept breathing heavily, like his eyes couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and he couldn’t, not when you took his thumb in your mouth and moaned lowly while your eyes closed, sucking on it. Eddie groaned, his cock hasn’t been that hard for years, he felt like it was about to explode.

You took it deeper into your mouth, almost feeling it in your throat, and just when you were about to moan again, he removed it from your lips, and that same hand came to land into your neck again, but harder this time, stronger.

Air was something you were starting to lack now, but that’s just how you liked it. Your lips parted slightly, and slowly opened your eyes when you heard him crack a little laugh. “Come on baby, open that pretty little mouth” he whispered, the pressure on your neck a little tighter now “Be a good girl and do it for me”.

He was testing the waters, easily letting you know everything he liked, and hoping you liked it too. Apparently you did, taking what he gave you, being good.

When your lips opened far enough, he let a generous amount of spit fall into your mouth, feeling it in your tongue. You’ve never done something like that before, but it didn’t disgust you, or surprised you, it was like you always did that. Like you always did it with him. “Swallow” he demanded, and so, you listened. Closing your lips and showing how your throat bobbed up and down, you showed him how good you could be. Showed him what he’s been missing for the amount of times he was taken by some girl that was not even in the apartment anymore.

He kissed you with the same strength as before, but clearly more desperate, not letting go of your tortured neck. Now his tongue laid flat against yours, a hot open mouthed kiss that finally started to give him the motivation to kiss down your neck, your cleavage, your tummy exposed by your top that rode up your stomach, and reached your unzipped skirt. He swiftly took it off of your legs and let it fall to the ground carelessly. Grabbing your ankles, he pulled you to the edge of the bed, your ass at the end of the covers, and Eddie placed your knees on top of his shoulders. He kissed your inner thighs, occasionally letting his hot tongue drag into the outside of your core, and then coming back to your legs. “Stop teasing” you muttered.

“So that’s one thing you don’t like?” he mocked you, he was being mean now.

“Fuck you”

“Be patient” he said while smiling. Your red lingerie was moved to the side by one of his fingers. Your body was starting to sweat, to feel hotter as the seconds went by, and so was Eddie’s. “Well, look at that~” he said to himself when his thumbs pulled slightly to open your lips apart, admiring how hot, wet and shiny you were, and every second that he didn’t do anything and just stared, only made it worse. “Fuck, baby, is all this for me?”

You felt his breath closer, and were waiting for his tongue to touch you, to taste you. He looked at your face through his big eyelashes, rosy cheeks and parted lips, clearly desperate. He thought it was crazy how last night he was the one blushing just because of your hand on his arm.

He finally got close enough to smell you and a second later, lick you. His tongue went all the way from your entrance to your clit, sucking sweetly and placing his big hands on your thighs, squeezing the flesh. You moaned in relief and he kept dragging his tongue up and down, giving it kitten licks. Your hands flew to his head and slightly pulled at his roots. “You taste so good” he pulled away for a second just to say that and then give it another fat long lick “So fucking sweet, baby. Can’t believe this pussy’s all mine”.

You were a moaning mess by the time he decided to put his tongue fully inside your entrance, licking and sucking at a fast pace. He grabbed your hips when they involuntarily lifted up, and moaned himself when you pulled his hair again. His left hand got away from your hips, and his mouth from your pussy, just to start teasing you with his finger this time. You were sensitive, he could tell. You squirmed every time his finger hit your clit.

Eddie could tell you didn’t like teasing, but he couldn’t help it, because he was feeling like he was in control now, and he always liked being the one that has it. It was not you in a little dress, not your perfume, your seductive voice or your wicked smile; but him.

One finger slowly pulled into you, in such a slow pace that you wondered how long his fingers were, maybe long enough to easily hit your sweet spot; and he did. “That feel good, baby?” he asked when he saw the way your brows furrowed.

“Yeah” you breathed and gasped when a second finger got in roughly, but the pain was so pleasant that you didn’t care how rough he was gonna be that night. “O-oh my God” you moaned when his fingers curled upwards, and slowly started to move inside you. He was hitting all the right places that many guys couldn’t reach with ease.

“That’s the spot, huh?” he said and happily smiled when you nodded, too fucked up already to even answer. Your loss of word was just what he needed. His mouth landed on your puffy lips again, the now fast pace of his fingers contrasting with how slow he was treating your clit; his tongue circling it and biting softly a time or two.

The wet sound of his mouth against your heat and your moans were filling the apartment, this last thing probably heard by the neighbors now, but none of you cared. You saw red and white with how shut your eyes were, how Eddie now let you rock your hips against his face and hand, how loud you were being, and how loud he would be too if his mouth wasn’t busy with something else.

You felt your orgasm coming, almost snapping that tight knot in your belly, but you didn’t want to cum, not now. So, as hard as it was for you, you got one leg out of Eddie’s shoulders, and softly pushed him on the chest, quickly not to hit him so hard with your heels on. He fell to the ground, looking confused. His soft hair was messy, lips wet, shiny and swollen, and now he was visibly sweating.

“What happened?” he sounded worried “Are you okay?”

You smiled at him and secretly thanked him for being so concerned. Your feet dragged along his shiny abdomen to his jeans, softly touching his hard dick. “Want you to make me cum with your cock, Eddie”

His eyebrows lifted, but just as quickly he got up and while you sat fully on the bed, he unbuckled his black belt while looking at you. “Is that so?” he tilted his head slightly, you nodded. “You just couldn’t wait any longer?”

“I’ve been waiting since last night” you answered. “I touched myself, too… just thinking about you”

“Jesus” he laughed nervously while his head tilted upwards, until his eyes saw the ceiling. He finally got rid of his belt, and started to unzip his pants. “Don’t say that, you’ll give me an ego”

He got rid of his pants while you made yourself comfortable on the bed again, forearms leaning back so you could still look at him. Eddie climbed on the bed and kissed your lips softly while his hand went blindly looking for the drawer. “Wait” you said, grabbing his wrist and stopping his movements. “I don’t want a condom”

“Y-you don’t?” he stuttered

“Fuck me raw, Eddie”

As soon as you said that, he positioned himself between your legs and lowered his boxers, letting his cock out. You tried not to look so pleased when you saw it; he was big. Big, veiny and with a pretty pink tip leaking precum with ease, making it shine and you just couldn’t wait for him to get inside you.

He leaned down again with his face to your pussy, and spitted on it harshly. You sighed when the tip of his dick dragged along your slit up and down, and grabbed him by the back of neck to lean him down again, close to you.

The tip got in slowly, and you both moaned as your felt the delicious stretch of your walls against him. He leaned closer to your ear. “F-fuck” he stuttered again when he moved deeper “You’re so fucking tight”

He finally got all the way in, and decided to stay still for a second, more for him than for you. He wasn’t even moving and yet, you made him feel so good he thought he would blow up right then and there. He grabbed your head sweetly once he started thrusting his hips, and there was no way that you both would stay quiet now. You didn’t even try to hide it when he started going at a much faster pace, skin to skin slapping against each other loudly, and his hands roaming around your body, he finally stopped at your ass, giving it a harsh squish and a single slap, just to grab it roughly again.

“Fuck, Eddie, fuck!” you screamed when his cock touched that spot again. One hand grabbed into his long hair again, pulling it.

“That’s it. Keep saying my name.” he groaned into your ear, his hand staring to move from your arm to your shoulder. “Such a d-dirty little slut, huh?” he grabbed your neck again, getting himself out of the way to see the way your eyes rolled back and your hand stopped grabbing his hair to now lock into his wrist. “Aren’t you the nicest girl? Asking me to fuck you raw, hm?”

You nodded again, the lack of air making it hard for you to talk; that and how cock drunk you were already.

He started going harder, trying to hit your spot over and over and over again to get deeper and make you feel as good as he promised he would. His grip on your neck started to lose slightly, and you gasped for a little air. Your pussy was still wet from his spit and your juices, so he didn’t even warn you when his thumb laid on your abused clit, circling it tightly and slowly.

“Oh my God, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop” you repeated until your knuckles got white from gripping into the sheets. Your back arched and your eyes closed again, feeling that familiar sensation in your belly.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart?”

He kept calling you names and you couldn’t keep up with it.

“Yes” you answered “Yes, fuck, Eddie, I’m gonna cum” you moaned highly. His smile couldn’t be wider when your thighs stared shaking, and his little abuse on your clit got faster, desperate to feel the squeeze of your pussy on his cock.

The knot snapped and the release you felt was so pleasant and so big that you didn’t realize when Eddie came too. He fell on top of you, forehead to forehead and both of you heavy breathing while getting out of your highs. Of course, Eddie didn’t seem to get enough, so while he kissed your lips one last time, he gave in a final rock of his hips, so deep that you swore you could have a second orgasm right there.

“Uh…” he started “Sorry, I came inside” he whispered and hid his face on the crook of your neck. Crazy how he went from an animal to a shy man again.

“It’s okay” you answered while he got his still hard cock out of you slowly. “I’m on the pill”

The next few minutes were just pure silence while you got dressed again and Eddie just looked for a pair of clean sweatpants. While feeling Eddie’s cum drip down your leg and zipping your skirt, you looked at yourself in the mirror and for the first time in a while; you felt guilty.

Your stomach was tight again, but there was no turning back now. You already fucked a guy that was not single. It was more than great sex, of course, but was it that worth it?

“Hey” Eddie’s voice got you out of your thoughts and you looked at him “You okay?”

You reached down for your purse laying on the ground. “Yeah”, you replied. “Eddie, I gotta tell you something”

He sat on the bed, eyes wide and spread legs on insanely good looking grey sweats, but waited patiently for you to start talking.

“I don’t regret any of this but, don’t call me again if you’re not breaking up with your girlfriend”. Your voice was so low and raspy that he thought you were about to cry while putting on your coat. You didn’t, you were not that sensitive.

“I am breaking up with her” he said and to your surprise, he sounded confident, convinced about it.

“Well, I hope so” you turned around to him, black high heels walking towards his figure and you sweetly kissed his cheek, still feeling how sweaty and hot he was from just coming inside you a few minutes ago. “ ‘Cause I would enjoy another night with you without a doubt”

You said you had to go to get back home before it was too late, and Eddie swore on his uncle that he would definitely let you sleep on his apartment if it wasn’t occupied by a second person still. While looking for the key at the kitchen — where he apparently loved to put it ‘cause he always lost it — you heard the door swing open.

A young, smaller and tired woman stared at you, eyeing you up and down and then to Eddie, who turned white.

To say that the situation took a crazy turn once she started screaming at you, was still being way to soft. “Who the fuck is this, huh?” “Are you some kind of slut?” “I leave for fucking 45 minutes and you already fucked some disgusting bitch?” were just some nice questions she asked. Now you knew why Eddie’s been wanting to break up. The girl was a fucking bomb… in the bad way.

“Okay, I better get going” you said turning in your heels once you saw Eddie’s completely embarrassed face, deciding to finally leave and leave it all to him. It was his problem.

“Hey!” the woman screamed at you before you even reached to the elevator. You turned around again, seeing her red face of anger, her messy hair because she touched her head way to much, and her spread mascara under her tired looking face. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

You smiled sweetly and eyed her up and down, just like she did to you too, moments before.

“I’m (y/n). It’s nice to meet you.”

second picture’s a fanart; credit to whoever made it, don’t know their @ 🖤

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She's a Fire-Chapter XXIV

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/

Reader (no use of y/n)

Make a mess of me

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, 18+ MDNI, butt stuff, etc.

“Will you be my good boy and keep it in through dinner?”

He hides his face with a dramatic groan, but his lips twitch, fighting a smile. “Do I have to?”

“‘Course not baby. I only asked so the prep will be easier when I take your ass later,” you reply, hands sneaking under to squeeze his reddened cheeks, “but we don’t have to do that either if you don’t want to.”

He shudders and turns his head to meet your eyes, “No! No…I want that. Just promise you won’t make me jizz my pants in front of Bob and Sunny?”

“But I thought you liked cumming in front of Bob and Sunny?” You tease, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips before reaching up to untie his arms. “Kidding. I promise though. You’re not gonna cum until I’m inside you later.”

“Jesus, Row,” he groans; his spent cock gives a gallant twitch inside you but you climb off and take him by the hand to the bathroom for a shower before dinner.

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“So we leave Friday afternoon and come back Sunday afternoon, right?” Sunny asks across the from you, sipping her drink-a margarita of course.

“Yep, pack swimwear,” you smirk, not giving her anything else.

“That’s it?! That’s all you’re gonna tell me?”

“Oh my God Sunny. You literally asked for the bachelorette party to be a surprise!” You laugh, but you were dying to tell her what you have planned over the Fourth of July, but she wanted a surprise and you weren’t going to ruin it now. It was a combined bachelor/bachelorette party after she kept dropping not-so-subtle hints of that preference for Bob.

“Ughhhh, I know,” she sighs. “It seemed like a good idea at the time but now I can’t wait.”

“It’s only two weeks away, you’ll be alright,” Bob smiles.

“What are you guys doing? Golfing? I hope not, ew. Gambling? Strip club? Ooo! Can we meet them at the strip club?” She asks, nodding excitedly.

“Only you would be excited for strippers, Sunny girl,” Bradley laughs, shaking his head. “Sorry, but I’m not telling either.”

“But you told Bob! And that’s really not fair. I’ve tried everything…and I do mean ev-er-y-thing,” she winks, while Bob flushes, obviously remembering her attempts to crack him, “But he’s like a steel trap!”

“Yeah, he told me.” Bradley replies, shaking his head while a similar flush creeps up his neck too, “And oof, Sun. You fight dirty.”

She lets out that adorable laugh of hers and you smile. God, you were so happy she was back in your life.

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“So.. did Row give you your birthday present yet?” Sunny asks, turning to wiggle her brows at Bradley as Bob pulls into the driveway—who graciously offered to be the designated driver again.

“Yeah, you already know about Lola,” Bradley says, so distracted by his thoughts of what’s to come that he misses her double entendre.

“Of course, I know about Lola, I meant did Row do anything special in bed? You know, birthday sex. Like for my birthday, Bobby—“

Bob shushes her, squeezing her knee with a chuckle. “That’s it. No more tequila. Not only do your clothes come off but all our secrets come out too.”

“You’re no fun,” she says rolling her eyes. “They know most of our secrets anyway. We did have sex next to them, remember? Good lord, was that hot. So?” She sighs, looking at Bradley pointedly.

Bradley flushes and rubs the back of his neck. “Uh...”

Sunny interrupts before he can continue. “Oh, she so did! Didn’t you, Row? Did she tie you up? Did she give you a blowie? You know I’ve seen her toy collection. Did she put something in your butt? Did she let you put something in hers? Did you spank her? Did she spank you? Did—“

You and Bradley laugh as Bob covers her mouth, giving her a look. “Quit interrogating him, or I’m gonna spank you.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat? Do you promise?” She mumbles under his hand, arching her brow sassily.

Bob rolls his eyes at her antics with a smile and leans forward to kiss her.

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You wave them off with plans to meet back up at the beach tomorrow with the pups.

Bradley lets Lola outside while you open the app on your phone, turning the plug’s vibration on for the first time since he got off earlier in the afternoon.

His back stiffens as he feels it, his head drops to his shoulder when you grind your hips into his ass. Your hands wrap around him; the right snaking under his shirt to tweak his nipple while your left cups the erection he no longer has to fight to conceal.

You shiver at the unrestrained groan that leaves him as you stroke him through his jeans.

“I love how vocal you are, it makes me so wet. Will you record yourself jerking off before the next deployment?” You murmur against his back.

“Yes, fuck. Anything for you,” he sighs, closing the door after Lola runs past.

You squeal when he turns to pick you up bridal style, carrying you up the stairs with ease.

“How…?” He asks, trailing off as he strips off your clothes, kissing every new bit of skin he exposes.

“I was thinking you could ride me. I want you to cum on my tits and face.” You moan as his lips brush across your collarbone.

A shiver works through him and nods eagerly. He slips off his own clothes and lets you lead him to the bed.

“Bend over,” you whisper, putting light pressure between his shoulder blades.

A humiliated, but aroused flush creeps up his chest at your words, but he does as you request. He whimpers softly when you remove the plug and sighs when you replace it with two well-lubricated fingers, zeroing in on his sensitive prostate.

“I’m—fuck! I’m ready, sososo ready. Please?” He begs after you quickly work him up to 3 fingers while his hips rut against the comforter.

“You’ll take what I give you,” you tease, slapping your other hand on the tender skin of his ass. “Stop humping the bed before you cum.”

His whole body trembles. “Yes ma’am.”

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He’s ready after a few more minutes; mostly because he’s going to cum if you don’t give him reprieve.

You pause in the doorway on the way back to the bedroom after washing your hands and donning the harness. He’s still bent over the bed where you left him, resting his head on his crossed arms, hard cock steadily dripping precum on the wood floor; he’s so turned on he can’t help but shift his weight from one leg to the other.

Seeing him so needy sends another wave of arousal straight between your legs.

You pull him over you after lying back on the bed. He grunts desperately when his cock grinds against the strap. “…want it, please.”

“Shhhh, it’s okay. Sit up.” You murmur against his lips.

You squirt a generous amount on your hand and coat the dildo, tapping his side when you’re done. “Ready when you are.”

He straddles your hips, hands bracing on the frame above your head and slowly starts to sink down, holding his breath until his hips meet yours.

“So good for me, taking it all,” you praise, smiling at his shuddering inhale.

“Ohhhh Row—hnnhgh,” he rasps when his prostate is brushed on a downstroke and your pussy clenches in response.

“I see why you like this. You look so hot,” you moan, your hand releasing the grip on his hip to turn on the vibration against your clit. your hips jerk up unintentionally, ripping a wrecked groan from his throat. “Shit, Sorry! I…oh God,” you gasp as he starts to move faster.

“It’s ‘kay. Feels so good,” he rasps, voice cracking.

His volume increases the faster he fucks himself on the strap; his moans, whines, and whimpers growing longer and more shameless.

You’re getting close, so your lube-slicked hand grips his cock and begins to stroke him, but his movements stutter to a halt at the overwhelming sensations.

“Try this,” you pant, guiding his hips to grind in a figure 8.

“Yeah, that’s—oh…oh fuck,” he keens, repeating the motion as you start jerking him faster.

You don’t even get a chance to warn him before the coiling tension in your pelvis breaks; your back arches and lips fall open on a silent scream as your orgasm tears through you.

A garbled sob escapes him when your grip tightens and Bradley shudders as he finds his release too. His cock pulses in your hand and stripes of cum paint your chin, breasts, and stomach.

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“I…I need a picture of you like that. You look so beautiful coated in my cum,” he pants, blindly handing you his phone after he’d flopped on his side next to you.

You laugh but oblige, reveling when his breath catches as you record yourself running your fingers through his spend and licking them clean. “I’m gonna get a bath going, okay?”

He nods a confirmation and you do just that, cleaning up while the tub fills.

You coax him to the bathroom and get him settled in the tub before pressing a kiss to his lips pulled into a sleepy smile while you pull on your robe. “Be right back, I got one more surprise. Don’t drown, okay?”

“Mmmm, no guarantees” he hums, his mustache twitching.

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“Make a wish,” you whisper after singing, and hold out a large piece of chocolate cake with a candle stuck in the middle.

“I’ve already got everything I wished for,” he murmurs, tears filling his eyes as he nods to you and then to Lola who’d made herself at home on one of the towels you set aside, tail thumping lazily when you both look at her.

“Is my singing that bad?” You tease softly, kneeling next to him in the tub and combing your fingers through his hair before wiping the tears that started to escape. “I know what you mean. These are happy tears I hope?”

He nods with a sweet smile. “I think I cried one time between when my mom died and meeting you and that was to Sunny after my near-death experience. I was telling her how I wanted a love like my parents had, someone to come home to and share my life with. Then a few weeks later, I met you and you’re…damn it, I suck at this,” he laughs wetly and you smile, your own tears starting to fall. “You’re just…everything to me, I love you.”

“You don’t suck at this. That was incredibly sweet,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you too. Happy birthday.”

“I thought of my wish,” he says after a beat and blows out the candle before meeting your eye. “Wanna make it come true?

“‘Course I do,” you murmur, your attention on your fingers still weaving through his hair.

“Get in here then and let’s share that cake.”

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agirlwithbigdreamsforher · 4 months

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VALENTINE'S PRESENT

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

VALENTINE’S PRESENT

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Annie has a surprise for his husband.

Warnings: it’s just sex hahahaha.

A/N: none.

Word count: 2047

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Andy and Annie arrived home after a lovely dinner in a cute little restaurant in Newton. Andy paid Maddy, the 15 year-old nanny he hired to take care of Jake for the night. They checked on Jake who was sounded asleep spread across his bed and walked to their room. As soon as the door closed Andy took her by the waist and kissed her.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night long!”

“You kissed me at the restaurant.”

“Yeah, I know,” he kissed her more, “But I couldn’t take your clothes off, now I can! Come here!”

“Wait, wait!”

“No, I don’t want to wait! I wanna fuck you until you forget your name.”

“Eager, but I have a surprise for you, so how about you sit down, and I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” Andy raised his brow, “Then we can fuck.” Andy smiled, nodded and sat on the corner of the bed. “Good boy!”

Annie walked to their closet and closed the doors. She took out the pink box from Love Seduction Lingerie she had hidden in one of the many drawers in the closet. She discarded her clothes and put on the red lace baby doll along with the g-string. Annie stood in front of the mirror sinking in her image, she tighten the ribbon in between her breast to make them look a bit bigger, and the bow she made was a nice touch to the look.

“Honey?!” Annie turned around, the doors were still closed, “Is everything ok?”

“Yes, just a second!” She sprayed a bit of her body mist, took a deep breath and walked to the room. Andy was staring down the window and she leaned against the frame of the closet. “Baby?”

Andy turned around, his mouth hanged open when he saw her. She lick her lips and smiled at him.

“Happy Valentine’s day.” Andy began walking towards her, “Sit on the bed.”

“But I…”

“Amuse me, would you?” Andy sat back down and Annie made her way to stand in between his legs. Andy’s hands reach to her hips and Annie slammed them, “You are not allowed to touch me.”

“What? Honey, that’s not fair! How you expect me not to touch you when you look that ravishing!”

“If you behave I’ll let you touch me,” she began swaying her hips, “but if you don’t,” She leaned in to his ear and whispered, “then I’ll have to punish you.” Andy growled. “Are we clear?”

“Yes, honey.”

“Good!” She kept moving, her hands roaming over her body, touching her breast, “Do you like the outfit baby?” She said with a sweet teasing tone.

“Yes, Oh god, yes!”

“Aw!” she made a sad face, “That’s a shame,” She got closer to him, her breasts close to his face, “If you didn’t like it, I would have taken it off.”

“Please, take it off. It’s hideous!”

“Your wish is my command.” She slowly pulled the end of the ribbon, the front of the baby doll opened. She took her breast and squeezed them together, the noodles straps falling on her shoulders. She turned around and let the sheer piece of fabric fall on the floor.

“Fuck!” Andy cursed when he saw the G-string stuck between her ass cheeks, another bow at the top of it.

“Don’t I look pretty?” She sat on his lap, her back against his chest, her hips making circles over his crotch, his erection poking against her ass.

“So-fucking-pretty” He said with gritted teeth.

“Oh, baby. Wanna touch me?” Andy growled again, “Words, baby.”

“Yes, I need to touch you, please!”

“You’re cute when you beg.” She took his right hand and put it in between her legs, “Touch me, baby. Feel how wet I am.” Andy’s fingers moved the fabric feeling the wetness between her pussy lips, “That’s all for you, you make me so wet.” She could feel his breath in the back of her head, she moved it, showing him her neck, “Kiss my neck, baby.” He didn’t have to be told twice, his lips attacked her neck and she moaned. Annie turned her head and kissed him, her tongue dancing with his, she bit his lip teasingly, Andy thought he could explode right there and then Annie stopped moving. She stood up, and kneeled between his legs.

“I don’t think it’s fair I’m almost naked and you’re still dress.” Her small hands traveling up and down his tights, “Off with the shirt, come on.” Andy looked like he wanted to rip his shirt off which made Annie giggled, “There’s no hurry, you know.”

“Yes, there is!”

Annie giggled once more and bit her lip as soon as she saw the hair in his chest going down and getting lost in the waistband of his pants. Her hands opened the belt, followed by the button and the zipper. Her right hand took his hard member out of his underwear. The angry red tip was leaking already.

“Aw, poor baby, you need help with that!” She stroke him a few times, making him moaned, “You’re so big, baby.”

Her lips took the tip and sucked slightly, Andy threw his head back a low moan leaving his mouth. She swirled her tongue on the head, her hand stroking his shaft.

“Fuck, honey!” His hand went to caress the back of her head, “Keep doing that.”

But she didn’t listen, she took as much of his dick before gagging. Her head began to bob up and down, she could feel how his cock twitch in her mouth, the wetness in between her legs grew by the minute.

“OH MY!” Andy was staring at her, not missing a movement she made. “Such a good little mouth.” Annie moaned around his dick, “Fucking Christ!” He released his load in her mouth, his eyes shut at the wave of pleasure. He opened his eyes when he felt he stopped coming. Annie took out his member out of her mouth, looked up at him, batted her eyelashes, smiled and opened her mouth.

“It was delicious, daddy.”

“Such a good girl!” He helped her stood up, “Now is your turn.” Annie climbed on the bed, her head falling against the pillows. Andy was standing by the foot of the bed, his semi hard cock twitched a bit. “You are a vision right now, honey.” She smiled all blushed, “But you will look a lot better with my cum dripping out of that cute little pussy you have, hmm? What you think?”

“I’ll like that.” She answered sweetly.

“On your hand and knees.” He demanded and she obliged, she moved on the bed, her ass on full display for him. He slapped her right cheek, “We don’t need this,” He took off the G-string and threw it somewhere in the bedroom. “My, my; would you look at that?” Andy took her ass cheeks in his hands and separated them, “Look how pretty she looks,” Andy was mesmerized by the way her pussy hole was squeezing around nothing, all red and wet, “I bet I can make you come fast,” His index traveled up and down her slit, “Tell me what you want,” Her voice was only a whispered, “I can’t heard you,” He slapped her now on the left cheek, “You were all bolt earlier; so tell me what you want.”

“I want you to eat my pussy.”

Andy kneeled behind her and sank his face onto her pussy, his tongue lapping at her lips.

“Oh my god!” Annie took the sheet in her fists. She could feel Andy’s tongue fucking her from behind, coming in and out of the warm wet hole. He stopped at her clit sucking it painfully slowly. “Holy shit!” Andy kept sucking and licking, his beard glistening in her juices, he blew a raspberry on her clit, the vibration sending electricity through her body, “ANDY!” She came hard and fast, she had never come this fast before.

Andy took her by the hips and turned her around, her back on the mattress, her legs against her chest. Andy grabbed her knees and opened her legs. He took his member and slammed inside her. He moved his hips pounding against her pussy, hard and rough; he wanted to hear her scream his name over and over as she came. He could feel that knot in his stomach and her pussy clamping against his flesh. He looked down to see Annie’s face, she was lost in pleasure, moans and whimpers overlapping his grunts. He felt her pussy pulsing and that was all it took to take him over the edge. His release filled Annie’s cunt and a few ropes of white thick hot cum fell on her stomach.

Andy fell on top of her, both of them panting and breathing heavily. He kissed the side of her face, moving to her lips placing a slow sweet kiss on her lips as she smiled in contentment.

“You ok? Was I too rough?”

“You were perfect.” She answered tired.

Her limbs felt heavy, and she knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. Andy moved her around the bed like a rag doll, placing her head on her side of the bed. Andy took his side, she was smiling and looking at him with all the love she had on her.

“You alright?” She nodded, her eyes closing.

“Can I give you your present now?” She said.

“Wait, this,” He pointed at her body, “Was not my present?”

“I mean, I think this was just part of the celebration, but I did get something for you.”

“What it is?”

“It’s in my closet, but ammm my legs feel like noodles so, can you help me getting it? It’s in a black box with a red bow on the top shelf.”

Andy stood up, walked to the closet and came back with saying box. He sat back down and Annie got closer to him.

“Open it!”

He did, inside the box there was some kind of black leather bound book. He open the cover and saw her handwriting in pink ink. “This is for your eyes only, I hope you like it. Love, Annie” and right under this he could read: “The consumption of this material may cause addition.”

“I know how much you like taking pictures of me.”

When Andy turned the page he saw a black and white photo of his wife wearing skimpy lingerie standing next to an open window. Another one followed, it was a picture of her taken from behind, she was wearing lacy panties, her wavy hair falling over her bare back. There were 20 pictures of her in different positions and outfits, and in most of them she was not staring at the camera, except for the last one. She was laying naked in satin sheets, fully smiling at the camera, her legs crossed a bit to cover her womanhood, nipples on full display, hair spread across the pillow.

“That’s my favorite.” She said shyly.

“You look stunning!”

“Really?! Do you like them?”

“Of course! It’s you! How can I not like them?”

“Oh gosh! I was so scare you didn’t like them. I was so nervous when I went to the studio, I didn’t know what to do or how to pose.”

“Well, you look very confident, and the last one, uff baby what a body! And that smile!”

“I was thinking of you.”

“Aww, honey.” He leaned closer and gave her a soft kiss. “I love them! You look amazing!” He kissed her once more “You know what? I think I’ll take this to the office.”

“Wait, no. Why would you do that?”

“Just in case I’m stress, you know.” he wiggled his brows.

“Do you really plan to touch yourself in the office?”

“Well, you’ll never know!” She slapped him on the arm, “I’m kidding, but they can be useful as motivation. I’m certainty very motivated right now.”

“Really, Mr. Barber? Another round?”

“Maybe two more.” He jumped on top of her tickling her ribs making her laughed. “I love you!”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Now, let’s get down to business!” He got under the covers placing himself between her legs, they were in for a long night.

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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Chrome & Leather - Chapter 13

Pairing: Billy Russo x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC

Summary: Five years later we see what Jessie’s life is like with her son Ben and fiancé Billy. They seem like the perfect family to their friends and her family. Life couldn’t be any better that is until Steve and Bucky are released from prison. Steve and Bucky have fought for five years to be free and finally their lawyer Matt Murdock gets both men out of jail and cleared of murder charges. What happens when Steve discovers he has a son and Jessie moved on with the Sheriff that helped put him in jail?

Word Count: 4067

Warnings: Brief Smut, Family Reunited (yes this could make you tear up)

A/N: Thank you to my betas @pigwidgeonxo and @lfnr-blog-blog-blog. Thank you to @whimsicalrogers for the page break. Picture of Chris on the bike is by Nix on IG. (any mistakes on spelling & grammar are my own)

A/N 2: Okay, this fic picks up 5 years later. That means our Jessie is with Billy. I know this is a Steve x OFC story so trust me as we navigate their lives.

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Five Years Later....

Steve and Bucky had been called into a meeting at their prison with their attorney Matt Murdock bright and early. Both sat down at the table facing the man who had been trying to set them free. Steve was nervous as his leg bounced under the table.

Matt gave both men the news they had been waiting five years for. “Gentlemen, I have great news. You’re being released from prison. Thanks to the work of Assistant Sheriff Frank Castle he got John Walker to admit to lying on the stand. Walker was arrested this morning for perjury by Castle pending his charges. I know this may be a lot to take in but you’re going home today.”

After five long years, both men could finally go home. Steve’s mind went a mile a minute. He didn’t expect this day to come. He wondered what Jessie would be up to with their son. God, he had a son, and even though he missed the first five years he could still get to know him as a child. Steve’s one regret was telling Jessie to move on. Would she have moved on so easily? Bucky had never shared that information with him and honestly he doesn’t blame him. Steve did break his sister’s heart, something he swore he would never do.

Both men thanked Matt for everything he did to help clear their names. They were led away to start the process of being released. What or who would await them, well time would only tell.

Jessie groaned as she was in between sleep and being awake. Warm fingers were gently rubbing against her clit before they pushed into her wet channel. Instinctively she rolled her hips into the hand as wet lips kissed just below her ear. Another hand grabbed her thigh and placed it over the one that pushed in between her legs, while the other hand kept fingering her. Little moans escaped her lips as a “shhh” came from behind her.

“Not too loud my love, I need you to be as quiet as you can. We have maybe five or ten minutes before he comes barreling in here.” Billy’s gravelly voice spoke in her ear. Jessie nodded her head and turned her face into the pillow. He pulled his fingers from her, grabbing his cock and running it through her arousal before he pushed into her.

They both groaned in pleasure as he quickly thrusted into her over and over again. Jessie gasped into the pillow as Billy grunted into her neck. His hand made its way to her clit, his thumb strummed her clit to his thrusts and Jessie bit down on the pillow to suppress her moans. Together they chased their high and were cumming within seconds of one another. Billy tilted her head back and captured her lips with his. Just as they pulled apart they could hear little feet running toward their room. Billy quickly pulled out of her and tugged on his boxer briefs as Jessie pulled her shorts and tank top on.

Jessie looked over at the clock noting that it was 6 am on the dot as the door swung open revealing her 5-year-old son Ben. His blonde hair stood up on end as his blue eyes stared at her. “Mama, I’m hungry.”

“Well let’s go get you breakfast then. What would you like?” She asked him just as enthusiastically.

“Pancakes!” Ben excitedly answered as he ran from the bedroom and to the living room downstairs.

Jessie couldn’t help but laugh as she climbed out of bed. Her son was predictable with his answer and was on a pancake kick for the past few weeks. If this was the worst thing he wanted to eat then she considered herself lucky.

Ben ate in silence as he munched on his pancakes while Jessie stood at the counter sipping her coffee. Minutes later Billy was walking down the stairs in his uniform and was greeted by Ben.

“Billy!” The child squealed in delight.

“Ben!” Billy enthusiastically said back. “I see your mom has made pancakes again.” He leaned over Ben and ruffled his hair playfully.

“She makes the best ones,” Ben answered before shoveling more into his mouth.

“That she does,” Billy answered, walking over to Jessie and placing a kiss on her cheek. If there was one thing he loved it was mornings in this house. Of course, the nights were just as fun once Ben went to sleep and Billy took Jessie to bed. If there was one thing not lacking in their relationship it was sex. They had been trying for a baby for several months now but nothing had come of it yet. Billy thought the more they tried it would eventually happen. Jessie was more laid back, saying “it will eventually happen when it’s meant to.”

Billy had moved in over a year ago after he proposed. There was some hesitation at first but she ultimately said yes. They were now officially going to be a real family once they got married. None of this playing house that they did for over four years. Soon enough Jessie would be pregnant with his child and that would make his life complete. He’s a patient man and has all the time he needs.

His cell phone rang with an unknown number. He excused himself to step outside and picked up. “Russo.”

“Boss, we have a big problem.” Jack's voice was nervous.

“Well, what is it? You know I don’t take these calls when I’m home so it better be good.” Billy was annoyed being interrupted in his normal routine.

“John is gone. Apparently, someone questioned him and he flipped. He retracted his statement against Steve and James and they are going to be released today! I’ve looked everywhere for John but he either fled or someone has him hidden. Word is it could be your boy Frank Castle but that’s not confirmed.”

Billy listened to everything he was told. Steve and James were going to be released today from prison. It would only be a matter of time before Steve starts sniffing around what was rightfully his. His grip on the phone tightened. “You find out where John is and get rid of him. I need to go and take care of things.” Billy hung out and made his way inside.

Jessie was at the counter still but on her cell. She looked shocked at whatever was being told to her. He wouldn’t be surprised if Winnie had already heard the news and was letting her daughter know.

After a few minutes Jessie hung up and tears were falling down her cheeks.

“Are you okay Jessie?” He asked.

She shook her head no. “My mom called. Steve and Bucky are being released today. She wants me to bring Ben over so he can meet his uncle and dad. I-I can’t believe they are getting out after five years. It’s like a miracle.” Her blue eyes filled with tears and Billy fought back his disgust over the news.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her for a few minutes. “Are you sure it’s wise having Ben meet them so soon?”

Jessie pulled back a little from him and looked up into his dark brown eyes. “I think it’s fine. Ben already knows about them both from stories I’ve told him before bed. He knows they have been gone but I didn’t say why, he’s too young to understand. I think this would be great, especially for my brother. As for Steve, well I have no idea how that will go but ma and Bucky will be there for us.”

“If you think so then I support you. Let me know when and I will go with you. I don’t have time for breakfast, I got a call saying they need me early. So I will see you later.” Billy leaned down and kissed Jessie’s lips. He pulled away and grabbed his keys off the counter. “I will see you later Ben.” He waved at the little boy who quickly jumped off his chair and ran to Billy, wrapping his arms around a leg.

“I'm gonna miss you,” Ben said against Billy’s leg.

“Gonna miss you too Buddy. Keep your mama safe while I’m gone.”

Ben let go and smiled big. “I will protect my mama.”

Billy laughed as he headed out the door and into the sheriff's SUV. As he climbed in his happy mood faded. He needs to find John quickly.

Jessie headed over to her ma’s house with Ben. If anyone could help her figure out what to do about Steve coming back it was her ma. Jessie was bitter the first year after what Steve pulled. But raising a child essentially on her own didn’t allow for such emotions. On top of it, Billy has helped her with Ben since day one. He helped her with her emotions when things got overwhelming and when she needed a breather he took over. Over the years she also had her friends and the biker club that helped when she needed a babysitter. Then there was her ma or what Ben called her mamaw. Ben absolutely adored her and Winnie found some healing by helping to raise him. To say Jessie and Ben were taken care of was an understatement to all the people who helped. As they say, it takes a village to raise a kid. Jessie’s village had to be one of the best.

As Jessie pulled up to her ma’s house Ben was cheering from the back seat. Winnie came out onto the porch and waited as Jessie got Ben out. Once she put Ben on the driveway his little feet took off as he ran towards his mamaw.

“Mamaw! I’ve come to see you!” Ben screamed for all to hear. Jessie and Winnie couldn’t help but laugh as he ran into his mamaw’s arms hugging her tightly.

“I see that. Have you been a good boy for your mama?” She asked as she lifted him up. Ben shook his head enthusiastically.

“He’s been good. He had to have some pancakes again today. I swear he just may turn into one if he keeps eating them.” Jessie laughed as she watched Ben hug her ma and place kisses on her cheeks.

“As long as he is eating, who cares what it is? Though mamaw needs to make you some french toast sometime. You would gobble that right up.” Winnie said as she pretended to eat him causing him to squeal. Ben wiggled in her arms until she put him down. Then he was running over to where his toy trucks were on the porch waiting for him. As soon as he sat down and started playing Jessie and her ma sat on the other side of the porch where they could watch him.

“So what’s bothering you this morning? Is it Steve’s release?” Winnie inquired.

Jessie nodded her head. “Yeah, I mean I didn’t think this day would ever come and now it’s happening today. Ben knows about Bucky and Steve cause I’ve told countless stories. But…”

“But what dear?”

“What if Steve meant what he said? That he doesn’t want a kid? I mean I have Billy now and he is like a dad to him. He’s been there for us the entire time Steve has been gone. I just don’t want to see my son hurt from Steve rejecting him.” Jessie watched as Ben played with his trucks on the porch. Her son was everything to her and she would be damned if he got hurt.

“Winnie’s eyes went from Jessie to Ben and she understood the hesitation. “Jessie, I have known Steve his entire life. If there is one thing I’m sure of it’s that he is going to love Ben. You both created a beautiful boy and I know Steve is going to want to make up for the lost time. The only question I have is what does Billy say about their release?”

Jessie’s smile falters just a little. “I think he is nervous about how I’m going to react to Steve getting out. I mean there is a history there but I’ve moved on. That’s what Steve told me to do. I’m happy with Billy and Ben. I’m open to Steve getting to know our son and if he wants to be in his life I will allow it cause I’m his mother. But yeah, I think Billy is worried. He said he wants to be here when the guys arrive. Of course, I don’t know if that's a good thing or not.”

“Well, we will cross that bridge together today. If anyone makes a fuss I will deal with them. What’s important is that they will be freed and cleared of that crime.”

Her ma was right, all that mattered was their release. Everything else would be dealt with slowly when it comes to Ben. She didn’t want to overwhelm him too much. Today was going to be a great day. A day of peace, a day to celebrate homecomings, and a day for families to be reunited.

Later on, around noon time Nat and Wanda came over to Winnie’s house to help get things ready for Bucky and Steve to show up. Winnie wanted to make sure to have normal food for the guys to eat. The women made the men's favorite dishes as they chatted away in the kitchen.

Natasha was excited to finally get Bucky back after five years apart. Nat had been faithful and stood by Bucky’s side, refusing to move on with anyone else. Jessie admired that in Nat and would have done the same with Steve if he didn’t tell her he didn’t want her anymore.

Winnie and Wanda were finishing cooking while Ben was being chased around by his auntie Nat. Jessie watched as the little boy laughed when Nat caught him in her arms. There was no denying Nat loved Ben like family. That’s something that never lacked in the last five years. The club members helped Jessie with Ben when she had to work. Billy, of course, didn’t like it but she insisted they were good people. That was the only thing that ever bothered Jessie about Billy. The fact he didn’t like her friends despite them being supportive of her relationship with him.

Jessie was taken care of financially by income from the mechanic shop. Nat ran the shop with Tony and they made sure Jessie would get Steve’s income for the time being. This left Jessie working part-time at the diner and raising Ben. The money she got from Becca’s life insurance was set aside so she could start building her dream house on the land that Steve bought all those years ago. Steve had signed the property over to Jessie who was waiting for the right time to build. Billy tried to get her to sell the property but she refused. This was going to be where she eventually settled down once the contractor finishes the blueprints.

Jessie was lost in her thoughts when she heard the revving of motorcycle engines coming down the road. Ben stopped running from Nat and stared in awe as Tony, Thor, Loki, Clint, Sam, Bucky, and Steve rolled up. Shit, she didn’t know the guys would be here this early. Jessie’s eyes never left Steve as he parked. He looked different than the last time she saw him. Now Steve had longer hair and a thicker beard. Next to him, her brother Bucky was parking his bike, he had shorter hair and a beard. Both men looked more rugged than she remembers.

Nat ran up to Bucky as he got off his bike. She leaped into his arms and they both kissed. Jessie couldn’t help but smile at them both. Steve was met with handshakes from the men and Winnie hugged him. Ben walked up to Jessie and grabbed her hand. He looked nervous with the two new men here. Steve’s eyes wandered over to Jessie and the little boy who held onto her for dear life.

Steve sucked in a deep breath. This had to be his son that Bucky told him all about. He was a spitting image of Steve with blonde hair and blue eyes. Steve slowly walked over to them as Jessie and the little boy watched his every movement. His eyes caught a glimpse of a ring on her left ring finger. It was not the ring he gave her all those years ago.

Jessie’s eyes never left Steve's as they stood a foot apart. “Ben, remember me telling you stories about your dad?” The little boy nodded his head nervously. “Well, this is your dad. He has come home with your Uncle Bucky who is now approaching us.” Ben clung to Jessie's leg, nervous about the taller men. “Can you say hi?” Jessie knelt next to her son who held onto her. Steve finally knelt in front of them both to be on the same level as them.

“Hi, I’m Ben,” the little boy shyly said.

“Hi, Ben I’m Steve, your daddy.” Ben walked over to Steve and stood between his parents. His little hand touched his beard and the boy giggled.

“Mama he is hairy like a bear.” Both Jessie and Steve laughed as the little boy took him in.

“That he is baby. Do you recognize him from the picture at home?” Ben nodded again and looked at the next man who knelt on the ground. “You should know who this is, Ben.”

“Uncle Bucky? You come home to stay?” he asked.

Bucky smiled at his nephew. “Your dad and I are here to stay buddy. Promise.” At that moment Ben flew into his Uncle’s arms and hugged him. Then hugged Steve just as tightly.

Jessie watched the small reunion with tears in her eyes. It was then she noticed all her friends watching the four of them. Winnie and Nat wiped tears away as the men stood grinning at the sight of this family being reunited.

All seemed to be going well until the Sheriff’s SUV pulled up to the front of the house where everyone was.

Steve watched as the Sheriff got out of the vehicle and made his way to the four of them. Ben noticed Billy instantly, screaming his name as he ran towards the Sheriff who caught him in his arms and picked him up. Jessie, Bucky, and Steve stood as Billy approached them. Steve didn’t know why the Sheriff was there until Billy walked past him and kissed Jessie on the cheek.

“I didn’t know the get-together was already starting. Weren’t you going to call me sweetheart so I could be here?”

Jessie smiled as she looked at Billy. “They literally just showed up minutes ago. I was going to call you here in a few.” Billy nodded at her statement, his dark eyes looking at both bikers in front of him. He could see the anger simmering in Steve’s eyes while he held Ben.

“Well I don’t want to interrupt but I wanted to say it’s nice to see you both out and cleared of your charges. I know we have all looked forward to this day.” He placed Ben on the ground and lightly grabbed Jessie’s hand. “I need to have a word in private with my fiance if you would excuse us.”

Steve’s jaw was about to hit the ground at the word fiance. There was no way she would end up with Billy of all people, would she? He watched the two walk towards the SUV and started talking. It seemed pleasant enough until Billy said something and made Jessie roll her eyes. As they parted he kissed her on the lips and headed to the driver's side of the SUV and got in. Jessie walked away from Billy as the Sheriff left the group of friends and family.

Steve looked at Jessie as she approached them and asked, “Is everything okay?”

Jessie smiled awkwardly at him. “Of course, everything is fine.”

Before Steve could call her out on the blatant lie Ben came rolling up to them on his electric toy motorcycle that had two wheels on the back and one on the front. Steve, Bucky, and Jessie started to chuckle as the little boy stopped in front of them.

“Mama, can I ride with them now that they are home?” Ben looked at her with determination.

“Ben, you're still too young. But, I’m sure your uncle and dad would love to see your skills on the bike.” The little boy got excited and started to ride around in the driveway for all to see. Their friends cheered Ben on as he rode around them. With Ben now occupied and everyone watching Steve decided he needed to chat with Jessie.

“Hey, do you have a minute, Jessie?” Steve inquired and Jessie nodded her head. The two of them walked away from the group of friends.

“What do you want to discuss, Steve?”

Steve rubbed the back of his head as he asked the most obvious question. “So you and Billy are a couple? When did that happen?” He tried to keep the jealousy at bay but knew he sounded it.

“It happened when you decided to dump me while pregnant. Billy helped with anything I needed and we just sort of started dating when I was halfway through my pregnancy with Ben. He proposed a year ago and I said yes. Look, he is a great guy and great with Ben.”

“I’m just surprised you want to be with someone who helped put me and your brother in jail.”

Jessie looked at Steve, anger clearly on her face. “Billy was doing his job. I don’t expect you to understand. But know this, I’m happy, Ben is happy and that’s all I care about. I’m glad you’re both home but don’t expect me to end my relationship because you’re back again.”

“You can honestly sit there and tell me you feel nothing towards me?” Steve’s voice dropped an octave as he spoke softer so their friends wouldn’t hear.

“I-I feel nothing. You made sure of that when you told me to move on. This is me moving on Steven so you just need to accept it. If you want to be in Ben’s life that means you need to accept I’m with Billy.” Jessie stormed away from Steve and headed inside her ma’s house. Everyone watched as Steve returned to the group and stood next to Bucky.

“Let me guess you pissed my sister off by bringing up her relationship with Billy?” Bucky calmly asked.

“Am I that predictable?”

Both Nat and Bucky answered in unison. “Yup!”

Steve sighed, he didn’t expect to see Jessie with someone else. He had hoped this was going to be his second chance at life. That he would come back, sweep her off her feet, and apologize for what he said. With a son at home, he was hoping to get to know Ben better and be the father that he always wanted to be. With Billy and Jessie engaged he saw his future vanish before his eyes. Steve had only ever had eyes for Jessie and now that wasn’t going to be an option. He knew Jessie like the back of his hand and he knew she still had feelings for him. When Billy showed up she didn’t have the same happiness as when she introduced Ben to him. Maybe with time, there could be hope for them. Until she marries that sheriff, Steve knew he had to try with everything in him to save their fallen relationship.

Chapter 14

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scarlet-ancunin · 1 year

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It's a request for Dr Ian Wright ! ...so it's like Ian and gn!reader (who works with them in some capacity) fake dating to obtain some information about the mess that's going on(or for any other issue)But Ian kind of secretly has unprocessed feelings for reader and the things they have to do while pretending to be lovers fake escalates it to the point they finally confess their feelings for reader. (And ofc the reader reciprocates 🤭)

Gonna be this in with another request cause i can make it work *nods*

Req: Can I request something with Ian? Maybe how Ian reacts to the reader being jealous or protective? Thanks!

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I Like You For Real

It started off as you and Ian being friends. You both clicked quickly since you both spoke nerd and Magic thought it was a good idea to let you both work together.

The day came when magic had to call a quick meeting where he would explain "Ian i need you and y/n to go undercover to this couple convention apparently someone there actually has information we need to help bring Ben home."

You nod your head not minding but Ian looked slightly out of it "w-why a couple" jenn shakes her head "because its a couples convention genius" Ian looked at jen having a small pout and Addison smirks knowing why Ian was like this.

When everyone including you left Addison stayed behind to look at Ian "easy Ian im sure everything will work out fine and who knows maybe you can tell her how you truly feel about them."

Ian sighs and nods.

That mission was two weeks ago and it was getting more and more difficult not only to find this person put putting up the facade that they are pretending to like you when they really do. You however never showed inclination that you had the same feelings so it was more difficult for Ian to understand.

However their were times when Ian would notice how jealous you would get whenever woman fawn over Ian they would be surprised when you hold their hand suddenly or become protective when some bumps into them even if it was accidental.

"Im okay Y/n i promise" they smile at you and you look away glad you was wearing light makeup it still was enough to hide the blush. "Looked to me like you was jealous" they teased.

You look at them quickly "n-no i wasn't i just dont like rude people" you said looking away once more. Ian looked away awkwardly themselves.

Luckily you both found the couple with the information who shared it with you and Ian but made you both promise not to reveal their names or face to anyone.

"You know we was watching you two and for being a cute couple i never seen you two kiss or anything romantic in public like everyone else." Ian was going to respond onto you turned their head and kissed them softly on the lip Ian tried to remain calm about it but you kept kissing them until they responded.

You both pulled away with you smirking laying your head on their shoulder and placing your hand on their chest. "Only in private amd since we are in private i suppose now you know"

The couple laughed softly. "Yes of course well we hope you have a good evening" with that they leave you both alone to Which Ian took a deep breath and looked at you now.

"I'm sorry if i over ste-" you was cut off by Ian "i love you for real Y/n" you closed your mouth blushing lightly looking at Ian surprised your heart beating fast.

"You love me" you said softly. Your felt butterflies in your stomach because of how excited you was by this but also still shocked by Ian Wright loving you.

They suddenly leaned closer and kissed you passionately caressing your cheek you was frozen for a bit before responding to the kiss holding them close.

On your way back you was holding hands "you was right.." you said softly breaking the comfortable silence. "About what exactly" Ian looked over at you not wearing their glasses. "I was jealous and maybe a little protective because i didn't want anyone looking at what i wanted to be mine"

"You wouldn't have to worry i was already yours when you became my friend"

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raplinesmoon · 2 years

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Also I’m the same anon who just read on the ropes!

The way you wrote Seokjin as a character 😩😘it made complete utter sense. he wasn’t just the funny guy he had depth and was conceived as a guy who had emotion as well so I LOVED IT😁

Hi On the Ropes anon (that is a mouthful, would you like me to call you something else?) 🥰

You don’t understand, OTR!Seokjin has my entire heart. I actually dreamt up the plot of the fic over a couple of weeks (lucid dreaming hehe 👀), and I just kept coming back to his character as the cornerstone of everything. I wanted to do exactly what you said, create a layered, complex Seokjin who was capable of emotions beyond cracking dad jokes. Not that funny Seokjin isn’t great, but I kind of think back to this one time the boys were asked who was the most romantic and I think Taehyung said Jin? I really saw his character as someone who struggled a lot in life, but also, no joke, falling in love with OC was life changing for them. Not just because of their situation, but also because the two of them, regardless of whether they ended up together or not, would forever inspire this cosmic shift in the other that rendered them unable to live life as they had previously.

It’s funny because I was actually thinking of them the other day and if you’ve read the epilogue, you know how things work out for them. But I wrote down this little scene of them, some time at 3:41am.

pairing: ex-boxer!Seokjin x lawyer!reader (from On The Ropes)

genre(s): fluff, slight angst

au(s): established relationship

word count: 425

warnings: wondering about what ifs

rating: pg (the OTR universe is 18+ in general)

a/n: I lowkey imagined this scene between them where they’re together after the 3 years apart, and just lying in bed (after some marathon sex ofc), and this is just what happens:

*spoilers below the cut if you haven’t read*

You feel Seokjin shift next to you, his warm palms coming to wrap around you waist, pulling you closer to him until you’re both a tangle of limbs, unable to tell where he ends and you begin. His faint breath fans across your neck, and right here, in his arms, you feel the safest you ever have. If home was a person, it’d be Kim Seokjin.

You hear his breath hitch, catching in his throat before he begins to speak. His voice rumbles, and a pleasant warmth settles into your body despite the chilly night air.

“What would you have done?” He asks. “If we’d never found each other again?”

You go limp in his arms, dread settling in at his question. That was a situation you’d never wanted to fathom happening to either of you. But you think back to those uncertain months before you’d found him again, and how you’d never managed to make your peace with the loss of his presence in your life.

You’d been okay, no doubt, doing better for yourself ,finally out of the rut that had plagued you for years. But your soul still felt fractured, as if there would forever be a tiny chip in the delicate glass walls that held your heart, one that would never be able to be repaired. Even if you could move on and live the happiest life you’d imagined, part of you would always belong to him.

Shaking your head, you let out a heavy sigh, not wanting to worry Seokjin this late at night. The two of you had more than enough creases and lines marring your once youthful faces.

“Jagiya,” you whisper against his ear, and immediately feel him melt, arms tightening around you. “I found you again. That’s what matters, right? And every day, I don’t take that for granted.”

Although you can’t see him smile, you feel it, his lips ghosting against your temple.

“I know,” he responds. “But for what it’s worth , ___, you were it for me. I’m not sure I would have ever been able to love someone else like I love you. Even Sooyoung. Everything I’d ever wanted, everything I’d seen my parents have, I wanted it with you. I still want it with you.”

Turning in his arms, you press a soft kiss to his lips, and the two of you linger for a few moments, lost in the feeling of each other. You’d never be able to get enough.

“Good thing we have nothing to worry about then, right?”

“Right.”

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demona-andariel · 9 months

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Object of Obsession - 22 / 46

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers x OFC

Summary: In Haddonfield everyone knows the legend that was Michael Myers. Content and at ease, they’d forgotten what it was to feel fear in the month of October. But now, he finds himself back and ready for blood but then a bond forms between him and one of his victims. A bond he can’t seem to break. And it starts to make him do things he never thought of doing before.

Warnings: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) kidnapping, noncon, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, rough sex, blood and violence, knifeplay, canon-typical violence

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,744

Chapter 22 - Getting Worse

Gretchen tapped her index and middle finger against her lips as she stared out into nothing. She sat on the floor, her back pressed against the bed in the bedroom she decided would be her art studio. On her lap was her still unfinished drawing of Michael's face. Her heart pounded in her chest.

He'd stayed. He'd fucked her in such an intimate way, not once but twice, and stayed. And she saw his face. Her emotions were all over the place. Going from pure excitement and giddiness to anxiety of the future. So many questions flooded her mind. Was it a one-time thing? What had possessed him to be nice? Would he do it again? Why?

She tentatively reached her hand up and stroked her neck. When she'd asked him "why", his eyes and hand immediately went to stroke her neck. Had her nightmare somehow integrated with reality? She tapped her sketchbook for a moment. That seemed odd, but even so. Why did he care that she stopped breathing? Wasn't she the bane of his existence? Sometimes she felt like she was. The conflict that he wanted to get rid of but couldn't. At least, she had felt that way up until last night.

Other than that sweet kiss after she tended his wound, he hadn't really given her any clues that he was going to be nice to her. Hell, he'd gotten angry at her request to take off his mask. She knew he liked having sex with her, but he also wanted to kill her. Wouldn't he have rather she die? Yet, he, for whatever reason, changed their dynamic.

Or was it her kiss? The simple one she gave him before he was going to leave. She was no longer sure what to expect from him. He confused her and caused her heart to flutter. It gave her hope. It was so wrong, so dangerous, and yet so right.

"What have you gotten yourself into, Gretchen?" she asked herself.

She turned her attention back to her drawing. Her fingers gently touched the page again, running along the words that framed the border. To anyone else, they looked like fancy symbols, but she knew they were words. Two words and the third version seemed like a combination of the two. They repeated after each other. She should have recognized them. But she was so confused and surprised that Michael stayed she didn't give herself time to examine them.

She hadn't drawn them in years. In fact, she'd almost forgotten about them. She used to draw them a lot when she was a kid. Usually on the days that were most stressful to her, up until her parents died.

She frowned. Some knowledge nuzzled at the back of her head. Something that seemed to be the answer she needed that would explain everything. But it was shrouded. She let out a loud drawn-out sigh. They were a mystery, but she didn't want to dwell on them. At least, not right now.

She focused on Michael's unfinished face. She could complete it. Her heart thumped hard in her chest at the thought; Revealing his face, drawing out the very thing he wanted to hide. Placing her pencil on the page again, she stilled.

He kept his face hidden, but he let her see him. Fuck, he let her see all of him. She started to lightly draw a line.

"No," she said softly as she started to make an outline. It didn't take her long to finish the rough sketch of his mask. "Your face is only for me to see." There she went again, respecting his privacy. But she didn't mind this time. It made her feel special. He took off his mask for her. She didn't want him to take it off for anyone else. Why would she draw it in her book for some random person to see?

Closing the sketchbook, she set it to one side and stretched. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn't eaten in some hours. With a loud sigh, she got up and made her way to the kitchen. She'd need her energy for when Michael came back.

Gretchen bit her lower lip at the thought as her pussy tingled with need. Really? He'd just fucked her in the morning and now she was ready for another session? Just as the thought and excitement, of Michael coming back and fucking her, entered her mind she felt guilt. He was out there, most likely killing innocent people. She was his prisoner, she had no say on when they had sex, and yet, she was waiting in anticipation for his return.

She sat down at the dining room table and stared at the pan on the stove that was warming up her food. Bringing her legs up, she wrapped her arms around them and planted her chin on her knees.

You're fucked in the head, she told herself. Yet, her shoulders relaxed. For some reason, that didn't bother her. She should have felt guilty, but she didn't. She felt relieved and happy. As if she'd been waiting so long for the two to get together again. And now they were and the world didn't matter anymore.

Seriously, fucked up.

She plated her warmed-up food and set it down in front of her seat.

Her heart thumped rapidly as her feelings rose to giddiness. She wanted to do something. Surprise him. She could wear her button-up dress and then slowly strip for him. That seemed like a good idea. Her breath hitched a little bit at the thought. That dress was the one she wore when he saw her scars. Her brain recalled the moment, the fire in his eyes, excitement in his breath as he slowly unbuttoned her.

She swallowed back a bite. She could already feel it, the dampness between her legs just at the thought of seeing his actual face. The look that was probably behind the mask that second night. A small smile crept across her lips, or maybe she'd pretend to strip and make him do it.

She started to chew on her food as she thought and planned. Take another shower, and maybe put on some make-up. No, she didn't have any. Although, Brandon-

She paused setting her fork down. How many days had it been since he was killed? With him out of her life, she was starting to see things she purposefully brushed off. He had his faults, but so did she. So why didn't she miss him like she should? Why was her brain focusing on his faults?

Her stomach twisted as a wave of nausea swept through it. She immediately snapped out of her musing. Placing one hand on her stomach and the other over her mouth, just in case, she got up and ran to the kitchen sink. Her stomach heaved, threatening to spill every last bit that she'd just eaten. Much to her relief, she didn't vomit. It took a few minutes for her stomach to slowly settle down.

"Weird," she said softly as she leaned away. She still felt a little nauseous and suddenly drowsy. She glanced up in the direction of her room. What if Michael came back while she was napping? Oh well. Her body felt heavy with sleep. She needed to rest.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, her world tilted and she swayed. She grabbed the banister for more stability to keep her from falling. Her legs, her whole body felt off, heavy. She stared at the floor for a moment, taking in a deep breath before slowly letting it out again.

She placed a foot on the first step and pulled herself up. It was difficult to focus, difficult to move. Her brain felt sluggish and her body was leaden. A nap. She desperately needed a nice nap.

She carefully began her ascent, focusing as hard as possible to make it up without falling. The back of her mind felt confused by her effort. Why were things suddenly requiring so much focus? She felt drunk.

Gretchen frowned. That couldn't be right. She hadn't drunk any alcohol. Hell. She only drank a handful of times. And of those times, only once did she get drunk. It was the worst experience in her life, something she never wanted to go through again. So she avoided alcohol after that.

Reaching the second to the last stair, she paused. She wanted to move, but her fuzzy brain wasn't sending the right commands. A wave of nausea hit her again, causing her stomach to twist. She was going to throw up. That sent her brain into the right panic.

She scurried up the last two steps, banging her shin bone and dropping her to one knee for a moment. Pain shot up through her knee, but she ignored it. She was not about to clean up vomit on the hallway floor. She half stumbled into the bathroom, throwing the door open. She barely threw the toilet seat up before her stomach purged every single bit of food she'd just eaten.

She felt better, but barely. Letting out a low moan, she slumped against the toilet bowl and waited for her stomach to stop twisting.

"Awe, baby. Drank too much?" Brandon's familiar voice echoed in her mind. A memory from not so long ago. Her brain recalled the way he'd entered the bathroom and patted her back. She hadn't meant to get drunk that night.

She nodded her head as if she were reliving the memory.

"God, if I knew you were such a lightweight," his words followed by a hearty chuckle made her cringe. His phantom hands rubbed her back.

Gods, she just wanted Michael. The feeling of drunkenness seemed to recoil from her as if disgusted by that thought. Gretchen frowned as she slowly stood up. Her body returned back to normal. She wasn't drowsy, the world didn't spin, and her limbs felt fine.

She glanced at the toilet bowl. Well, she did throw up. She quickly cleaned up, before grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste. She was definitely going to brush her teeth multiple times until Michael got back. Toothbrush in hand, she glanced at the mirror.

The clatter of her toothbrush hitting the sink echoed in the room, but she couldn’t move immediately. Her wide eyes stared at her own reflection. A very long noticeable straight, red, raw scar ran down the left side of her cheek. A wound made from a knife. Hesitantly, she raised her hand to touch it, running shaky fingers along her skin.

When had he cut her? How did she not feel the pain? How did she not notice it in the morning? She had stared at herself earlier, admiring her body trying to figure out what it was about her that attracted him. Why the hell did he enjoy touching her scars.

Her fingers felt no dip in the skin, no rise of parted flesh. There was a light pressure behind her eyes. A vision. Yet another scar to add to her collection? Only this one she couldn't hide. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath before opening them. The scar was gone.

She didn't move, staring at her reflection, collecting her feelings. What did she feel about it? Sad. That was for sure. Necessary. She shivered at the thought. Yes, it was necessary.

Her heart picked up its pace again. Michael would cut her face and give her that scar. But why? She glanced down in the direction of the basement. No. Somewhere else.

She tilted her head slightly to look at her left cheek. It was going to happen. Not quite yet, but there was a sequence of events that her brain was trying to warn her about. Not very effectively, unfortunately.

She let out a heavy sigh. She'd have to talk to Michael about that. Maybe he could help her figure out her visions. Maybe there was a way to stop that from happening. Not that she had any idea when it happened or what events led up to it.

Even if Michael never talked to her, she'd still find it easier to talk to him. Ask questions for her mind to contemplate. Which meant telling him she saw things. That she had visions.

Gretchen frowned. Why was she so comfortable with that idea?

Maybe because he's as crazy as you are.

Smacking her lips she cringed at the aftertaste of her vomit. She quickly brushed her teeth, focusing on her face the whole time. It didn't shift or change.

Finishing up, she combed her fingers through her hair. She gave her image one last look before she stepped out into the hallway. Her skin prickled and rose as a feeling pressed on her.

"You were wrong," she said, glancing around the hallway. She had suspected It would be back. And she'd been waiting for that moment. To throw the fact back at its face that Michael actually did do something she wanted.

-He spends one night with you and suddenly you think he cares?-

She rolled her eyes. "Jealous?" The hall went silent for a moment, making her frown.

-Protective,- It replied.

She snorted. "Bullshit."

-You don't understand the true gravity of your situation.-

"I'm 'dying'," she said. "But, the weird thing is, I'm feeling pretty good. Better than good." Ignoring the fact that she'd somehow randomly felt drunk and threw up her dinner. But there was some truth to her statement, despite that episode. She couldn't explain it, but she was feeling more whole.

-It won't last.-

"I think you're full of shit," she said, planting her hands on her hips as she looked around. "What I'm trying to figure out is why you want to get me to kill myself? Clearly, you can't do it otherwise you would have."

-I would never hurt you.-

She snorted again. "You would never hurt me. You just want me to hurt myself," she said adding a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Sorry if I don't trust you." She crossed her arms and leaned back.

For a brief moment, she felt as if a hand brushed against her back. She gasped and rolled her shoulders, taking a step forward.

-There is always a calm before the storm.-

"I'm not scared of you," she said, clenching her hands into fists. "Whatever you are."

-He won't be there for you, in the end. But I will.-

Her skin rose at its words. "That feels like a threat," she said.

-You're confused about who the real enemy is here.-

"And I think I've had enough of your bullshit. Whatever you are. You're no friend of mine. Go away," she said, lowering her voice but emphasizing the last two words. "I can handle whatever is coming on my own."

-Your episode right now was hardly a taste of what you'll go through- it said.

"My- You were there?" Her skin rose at the thought. She hadn't felt it, but then again, her brain was sluggish and fuzzy. "That was you!"

-Hardly. You're getting worse. Things are going to progress very quickly from here. They always do. You can't handle it. Stop being so stubborn and let me help you, Gretch.-

She took a step back. "Why did you call me that?" she asked.

A sharp intense pain zapped through her brain, dropping her to her knees. She pressed her hands against her head as she took in short, quick, loud breaths.

-As I said, he won't be here for you when you need him. But I will.-

She felt a pressure behind her eyes, the kind that told her she was about to see something. Another vision? No, this feeling was slightly different. She glanced up, her eyes widened, she saw herself. Not one version, but multiple, each playing out a different memory. Past. The past, she realized. A version of her was pinned to a wall, kissing Michael who had his mask lifted up slightly. That just happened. Another ran past that version, completely terrified. The first time she got there. Another version stood closer to her, at the end of the hall. Michael's knife in hand as she tried to ward him off. The first time they were together.

Voices, too many voices whispered, talked, and screamed around her. Her senses were overloading. She had to get out of the house. Away from it. She tried to move, but her body was paralyzed. A shriek ripped out of her throat as the pain intensified and she dug her fingers into her hair. Her head felt as if it were about to explode.

A hand pressed against her back as if they were trying to comfort her.

-I hate seeing you suffer. But don't worry. I'll always be here for you, baby.-

Chapter 23 - Outside

#michael myers x oc #smut #horror #noncon tw #slashers #fanfiction #michael Myers fanfic #tw noncon

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catch-the-wind · 3 years

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when reader is sick hc's p2

PART 2 IS FINISHED WHOO

here's a link to part 1 uwu

so i'm still brainrotting over this and i would like to date almost every character rn~ i probably won't add more to this unprompted but if anyone wants a part 2 just shoot me an ask! <3

tags: gn!reader, xiao x reader, zhongli x reader, ningguang x reader, beidou x reader, kazuha x reader, amber x reader, keqing x reader, venti x reader, scaramouche x reader, thoma x reader

xiao

this man is so awkward goodbye

he’s really popping into the kitchen of wangshu inn like mr. smiley yanxiao i need an order of almond tofu and uhh whatever the hell it is sick people eat

asks cloud retainer if there’s a medicinal thing she’s created and hey can you fix my s/o

meanwhile his s/o is like xiao- xiao- XIAO- it’s a COLD i’ll SURVIVE, stop leaving me to find solutions and just come cuddle

so xiao cuddles <3 he’ll read to his partner but it’s likely he’s also just sitting there in silence holding his s/o

he likes the companionship, doesn’t talk much. comfy silence all around

his partner probably falls asleep on him at some point but he’s okay with it

he probably watches his partner while they rest and he’s super frowny because he hates seeing them in pain :(

but also the gentle forehead kisses while his partner rests <3

he tells zhongli that he needs time to be with his s/o while they’re ill. he makes it sound like his partner is dying which is...overdramatic but also he just wants to dote on them and make sure they’re okay

he asks verr goldet what things a sick person might want while his partner rests and then he tries to kinda sorta subtly ask for help getting them

tries to dote on his partner subtly but he’s so grumpy all the time LOL

n e ways he gives his partner smooches and cuddles and that’s all that matters uwu

zhongli

he doesn’t even have to really say it to hu tao, she just knows he’s about to ask for a few days off. he does ask, ofc bc he’s following the protocols of social etiquette

he goes to his partner’s home or they’re in his for the entire time they’re sick

has a shopping list of foods for a sick person, also gets tea

has no mora to purchase anything on his shopping list so he hits up tartaglia LMAO

tartaglia comes w zhongli just to visit zhongli’s s/o

hu tao also comes to visit zhongli and co but he’s so wary of her because is she about to pull a prank- really she just brings him some tea he likes and wishes his s/o well <3 she probably sings to them too but it’s a little creepy if you listen to the lyrics LOL

this man is not reading his partner stories, they’re getting histories, pov morax. he knows so many little details that are lost in time but are kept safely in his memories

the man works out, tell me otherwise. he may choose his own body and he knows he has cake but the man works out and trains. he’s a god of WAR and he keeps himself in good shape. n e way he works out in the living room or backyard while his s/o is sick and he trains w just a shirt and pants and he’s so pretty aHEm i think my asthma is acting up again hang on

okay but muscles rippling and you can see it through the clothes that aren’t even that tight BUT BRO WHY ARE YOU GRUNTING SO MUCH PLEASE NO ONE ELSE DOES

would probably get his partner toys and such and one of them is a little dragon <3 give it smooches every day

he’s distracted when he answers hu tao or the adepti because he’s thinking ab his partner instead

ningguang

the frown on her face when she finds out PHEW

she takes her partner’s temperature with the back of her hand and she’s all frowny all day. ganyu is lowkey concerned bc what’s the matter with lady ningguang-

her partner stays in ningguang’s home and she’s working from home for a while <3 there are millelith guards and members of the qixing popping into her home office and even beidou once or twice. bei is also worried ab ning’s partner, but she’s doing the hearty slap on the back and the “get well soon!”

ningguang ordering food from wanmin and xiangling personally delivering it <3 xiangling and guoba are both showing up with some hot soup and guoba is there for cuddles pls he’s so cute

ningguang will read to her partner, probably tells them about her day and entertains small talk until they fall asleep

she cooks some of her qiankun mora meat and tries to make her partner soup <3 the millelith and the qixing have never seen their tianquan in a kitchen working before but she would only ever do it for the people she loves

keqing is in the corner quietly shipping while munching golden shrimp balls goodbye

i think ningguang respects ganyu too much to force her to run around for stuff but ganyu probably likes ning’s partner enough to do it anyway

ning and cuddles and temple kisses and she won’t give her partner smooches on the lips :( but she’s soft for them so they get cheek kisses and spooning them to sleep

beidou

she stays at her partner’s place while they’re sick because the crux might make them feel seasick instead

but she goes back and forth to the crux to get her things and take care of business and such. her crew probably loves her partner so they have things for bei to bring back <3

bei doesn’t even leave her partner’s town but she’s got sango pearls, cecilias, qingxin, cor lapis jewelry, dendrobiums (even though those are like. blood flowers. they’re pretty it’s fine) and many many fruits

xiangling comes by with food for bei and co and sticks around to hear beidou telling her partner stories about her time at sea

beidou is. she’s so buff okay. she carries her partner in and out of the room and to the living room or kitchen or brings everything to her partner and you can see how defined her muscles are bye i’m in love with her

we already know bei learned to cook a little bit from xiangling but beidou is absolutely learning to cook more while her partner is sick. xiangling is there giving her cooking lessons while beidou’s partner watches <3 bei with that look of concentration and she’s so quick with the knives too i’m- okay but her spoonfeeding her partner?? *chef’s kiss* ;)

beidou puts too much pepper in a dish and it deffo clears sinuses LMAO but she tried and it actually does taste very good if you can handle your spice 🤷‍♀️ i cannot so find me with a gallon of milk later

n e ways beidou cuddles her partner to sleep and falls asleep as soon as she knows they’re resting <3 many cuddles and many kisses, even if they insist not to because cooties will get u sick bei 🥺

visits bubu’s pharmacy to get her partner’s medicine herself but also has remedies from other places too! zhongli deffo helps her with some other gifts for convalescents so it’s historically, traditionally and socially acceptable

kazuha

is so worried omg

wherever his ass is, he’s going to his partner as soon as he finds out they’re sick. he’s so frowny and worried it’s almost cute but also,,,kazu it’s a cold, it’s FINE

he goes to collect qingxin and sweet flowers and stuff himself and makes his own poultices and soups and such <3

he shows up at his partner’s home with arms and buckets of flowers and herbs as soon as he possibly can. bei understands if he has to go tho, she gives him leave uwu

makes his partner soup and dried fish and gives them many smooches <3 they are not allowed out of bed LOL they just have to stay there and wait for him to dote on them

many many cuddles and smooches. he plays leaves and grass and recites poems for them he’s so cute <3 sigh, this man plays grass and i’m out here simping

also comes bearing gifts from wherever he was last tho. if he was on the crux, he’s probably got gifts from beidou and the crew even if they don’t really know kazu’s partner, they just know he’s happy and that’s what matters. if he’s not on the crux, his boss probably gives him leave and a gift or smth even if it’s just like a tea or a bottle of wine or smth

he’ll cuddle and be a blanket. but he’s also got fabrics that beidou picked up in inazuma and he uses that as a blanket for his partner <3

will tell his s/o stories of his childhood, his time wandering, his time with the crew, his work. anything they want to know or have questions about, he’ll tell them.

forehead kisses, temple kisses, holding his partner’s hand and pressing a kiss to the back of their hand ugh i love him

deffo gets sick because he can’t deny his partner smooches on the lips smh. and then it’s his partner’s turn to play nursemaid

the crew from the crux probably drops by to check on kazoo man and co. they bring some regional delicacies and blankets and their best cold remedies with a slap on the back for kazu and a gentler pat for his partner. like w ningguang’s partner, bei probably gives kazu’s s/o a hearty slap but it’s not enough to hurt them

anyway i’m in love with him

amber

she’s so worried she’s such a sweetie omg

she goes to her partner immediately and fusses over them before they have to gently tell her that they’re fine

she goes to collect sweet flowers and stuff and goes to ohm, albedo and barbara for help making medicines and such

doesn’t want to leave her duties unattended to but jean also knows that amber wants to be with her s/o so she tells amber that she has fewer duties for her <3

jean tells kaeya to go make sure amber is doing okay and doesn’t need help or anything so he drags ohm, diluc, albedo and lisa too LOL

lisa was planning on going anyway, she just used diluc to carry her books w this opportunity <3 albedo is just treating amber’s partner w meds and potions and things and lisa takes a peek at that too

she’s so sad she doesn’t have ohm’s super cold skin so she can’t be a human cooling pack for her partner </3 but she gives them many smooches on cheeks and foreheads and temples

barely resists giving her partner kisses on the lips bc she still wants to go to work but also wants to give her partner what they need and sigh. it’s a struggle for amber

she wears pajamas and cuddles with her s/o <3

cooks her partner some (fully cooked!!) meals, not her specialty steak. but she makes soup and goes to good hunter and gets good hot food there too

keqing

wants to take some time off to help her partner feel better but also doesn’t want to leave work. ningguang probably sends her home at some point because she’s fretting and working and stop feeling so bad keqing, you have sick days

she still goes to work but she’s just taking marginally shorter days sigh, she goes home early instead but brings work home so she can do it while sitting with her partner

wears leisure clothes when at home with her partner but the fact that she has clothes she doesn’t use for work is shocking LMAO the cat ears stay tho ;) catgirl always

ganyu comes by with keqing’s work, some wanmin takeout and a card and gift for her partner <3

xiangling hears that keqing is home with her partner while they’re sick and brings food over to keqing’s. she’s got extra golden shrimp balls for keqing. AND AGAIN. GUOBA CUDDLES ❤️❤️❤️

keqing feels so bad for not doing as much work, she’s making herself almost as sick as her partner </3

ningguang comes over one night with beidou while keqing is doing work in bed while her partner is resting and she sees keqing stressed as all hell. she just gives keqing some food and tells her to actually rest. soft!ning and bei being moms god i love them

okay but keqing tucking her partner in with a sweet kiss before retreating to her work in the corner, the lamps turned to the lowest they can possibly be because keqing refuses to leave her beloved but can’t not do work

keqing trying to cook food for her partner that isn’t meant specifically for survival but for taste is so cute. she’s trying to cook golden shrimp balls and soup and stuff and she’s not bad at it! she took a single night of giving her s/o hot tea and some wanmin soup before she learned the whole cookbook so she can be the one to cook for them <3

venti

he brings his partner wine u cannot tell me otherwise

he goes to diluc’s. not the tavern but straight up dawn winery and asks diluc if he can get a bottle of wine for his s/o and please please please he’ll go fight some of those slimes for you, please? with the big 🥺 and staying outside diluc’s window to beg bye

diluc just gives him the wine with a glare but won’t make venti do the commission <3 venti legit says “thank barbatos” and gives diluc an ~ehe~ before he gets ready to glide away. he turns around and asks diluc if he’s sure he can’t do the comm but diluc just glares at him all broody~

diluc comes by to check on venti’s partner too bc where does venti live- venti is just camping out at his partner’s place for now and feeding them and giving them wine and diluc just kinda goes a little pink but glares while he says “get well soon” and leaves a windwheel aster from near the winery

venti makes soup and many vegetable/fruity foods because “they’re good for you! have some wine with that ehe”

jean comes by at some point with barbara to check on venti and co. they’ve got other foods and some hydro healing for venti’s partner <3

ohm comes over to see his friend and brings him some medicines, food and wine. he gets to witness the anemo god get all soft and squooshy for his s/o it’s so sweet

he uses anemo to entertain his partner with some gentle breezes playing through leaves <3 but he also plays his lyre for them and gives them smooches in between and during songs because he’s a god ofc he isn’t gonna get sick, pay the bard with kisses. and where’s his gratuity :( 😗

he doesn’t read to his s/o but he does tell them stories with a musical accompaniment. sometimes his partner will fall asleep so he just smiles so softly and tucks them in and continues playing his lyre at the window while they sleep <3

but also brushing his partner’s hair back and giving them a kiss on the forehead please i love my beloved kinnie

n e ways venti forehead smooches and playing the lyre for his s/o <3 no cough meds ehe, just dandelion wine and whatever ohm gave him (that was, in fact, the cough medicine)

scaramouche

bro this dude looks like he CANNOT be assed but he really cares <3<3

his work schedule doesn’t change but he’s going to his s/o’s home super often with soup and food and medicine and extra blankets

even to his partner, scara looks broody but he always looks like that LOL

tartaglia finds out where scara is going and he brings food and toys and stuff too <3 scara later has to read one of the kids books tartaglia brought and he refuses to voices but it’s very sweet anyway

scara probably asks sandrone if his doctor brother can get him some good cold medicine but would never admit that he asked ohm for help LOL. ohm shows up anyway and finds out <3

can and will cook soup but that’s all you’re getting from him. the takeout he brought is most definitely not something he made, no sir’am he would never do something as soft as cook for them. soup doesn’t count, it’s oboiling water with some added flavor, shut up tartagalicious he’s not soft

will give his partner kisses only after he thinks they’re asleep. refuses to give them any affection besides a headpat or two and maybe one hug when he shows real concern. his partner isn’t quite yet asleep one time and then feigns sleeping when they hear scara’s whispered “i love you” and he presses a kiss to their forehead 🥺❤️

he takes off his hat inside the house but will go around with a blanket around his shoulders to mock his partner smh. the blanket is on his head like a hood and he fake sniffles with an almost derisive laugh but he gives his partner a real smile at the end <3

9/10 times will never admit that he’s soft unless it’s a Very Serious Moment but he’s a squishy dood for his s/o and his s/o only

will not read or sing to his partner but he’ll sorta cuddle if they ask very nicely and many times. it’s just kind of him sitting next to them and they kind of have to muzzle before he’ll move his arm for his own comfort LMAO

will bring his partner gifts and food, a few flowers but he’ll just claim he’s delivering it from someone else with a look of fake disgust </3 maybe like two of those are actually from other ppl and not him

when his partner is actually feeling really sick, he won’t be a big smol meanie and he actually looks so concerned~ his partner means a lot to him and he doesn’t want them to feel sick or in pain so he’ll cuddle them unprompted and rub their back, run his hand thru their hair, soft forehead and temple kisses and “i’m here, baby” and “i love you” and falling asleep with his partner tucked under his chin <3 he’s actually so sweet bye 😭

thoma

thoma feels so bad when his partner is sick. it isn’t even his fault but he feels so bad because he wants to protect them, even from tiny little germs 😭 i’m sorry u can’t be my immune system thoma it’s FINE

he asks to take off work and ayaka just kinda sighs but smiles and waves a hand to dismiss him bc yes ofc you can, simp

ayato just laughs when he sees this LMAO BYE

thoma’s partner stays at his home, in his bed or a guest room (idk if he has his own place or stays w the kamisatos as their literal live-in maid but anyway)

his partner gets his care, any doctors or caretakers around ritou, the medic from the crux, the kamisato family doctor- this man is using some of his favors for medicine and then cuddling his s/o, ugh i want to date him sm

both kamisatos come by with some food for thoma and co but poor ayato can’t even keep his grin contained, poor thoma is conditioned to be nervous ab what ayato feeds him LOL

he’s cooking for his partner, legit gives them a list of options and an “anything you want, my love?”

cuddles his s/o even tho they might protest but it takes like 0.2 seconds to stop protesting bc that man is comfy

tells his partner stories about what it was like back home in mondstadt and his journey to inazuma and why he’s there as well as his stories about all the different kinds of people he’s met

taroumaru coming w kozue to the kamisato estate to get some hot tea to thoma 🥺 and the cuddles and nuzzles from this great doggo for thoma before he turns to his partner too 😭 straight up jumps in the bed and licks their faces a little before nuzzling in for a hug

n e way thoma gives a lot of hugs and kisses and cuddles and i think he’s hella touchy-feely and misses home and treasures his partner even more because of it

my beautiful red shield ❤️

#genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #ningguang x reader #beidou x reader #kazuha x reader #amber x reader #keqing x reader #venti x reader #scaramouche x reader #thoma x reader #genshin fluff #hc's #lyz.writes #part deux was fun i wanted to add more to thoma's lol #i'm so in love w him help

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tendouluvr · 3 years

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aizawa calling you clingy - gn reader

- [attempt at] angst to fluff

- warnings: being called clingy, aizawa gets annoyed with reader and berates them, one use of the word ‘shit’

- wc: 1.9k

a/n: this wasnt......as sad as i wanted... i cant tell if im just not so good at writing angst or immune to it T_T

once again, not edited!

#! aizawa!!!! eee

#! hes a levelheaded man so arguments are rare

#! u both trust one another so theres no reason to have doubts in ur relationship

#! being his s/o, he tells u things thats not so easy to tell others over time, and you’re patient enough to let him take however much time he needs to let u in

#! however, years of keeping to himself most of the time doesnt just disappear even if you’re his s/o

#! so aizawa does have this tendency to close off and distance himself from u bc of his stress and insecurities

walking through the spacious halls of ua, you were headed towards your lovely boyfriend. aizawas been pretty busy lately with teaching his class, making sure no one is being left behind progress wise, doing his job as a pro-hero, and then spending his free time training with shinsou.

you knew showing up at school unexpectedly was something aizawa found irky, that’s why you made sure to tell him the night before that you would be coming during lunch time to bring him some yummy homemade food.

humming softly to yourself, you finally reached the door opening to class 1-A and walked in. the classroom was empty, but there at the front was no one other than mr. aizawa shouta. you quickly greeted him with a smile and he turned to look at you.

“what are you doing here?” he slowly asked with a look of confusion.

“i brought you some food! did you eat yet? i hope not, i made-,” you quickly stopped talking once you noticed the look he was giving you.

“why are you here? i already told you, you shouldnt be showing up without letting me know first. our relationship is quiet, if the students see they’ll get noisy and ask questions, i’ll get bombarded by my colleagues, and it’ll put you in danger if words get out. did anyone see you coming here? can you listen to me for once instead of continuing to always be near me? you’re so damn clingy and need to start thinking about the consequences your action will bring. i already ate, just go home before anything happens.”

your jaw dropped a little after hearing what he just said to you. did he not remember what you told him last night?

worst of all, you couldnt believe he just called you clingy. you just wanted to do something nice for him by making his favorite food hoping that it’ll relieve some of the stress thats been building up, but he just thought of you as clingy.

fine, if clingy is what you are then you’ll stop bothering him. you quickly whispered an apology, not sure if he could hear or not, and began making your way back home as fast as possible. the food you made for him was still tightly grasped in your hand.

due to the new dormitories, aizawa stays at ua majority of the time. he comes home to your shared apartment whenever he can to spend time with you. unfortunately, those time aren’t usually much because as soon as he’s free, he’s quick to do something else.

once you’ve made it home, you packed the food away and put it in the fridge. you felt your phone buzzing repeatedly, already guessing who it could possibly be, you took it out to see it was your boyfriend.

shou <3: im sorry

shou <3: honey, im so sorry. pls text me back when u can

shou <3: i know what i said hurted u, but i promise u i dont mean it. pls just call me or text me so we can talk about this

shou <3: i have to go back now. but i love u. so much.

staring at your screen, you contemplated texting him back.

letting out a sigh, you decided not to.

putting your phone to the side, you walked to the bedroom and changed out of your clothes into the comfy pjs you were wearing right before you left.

seeing that there was nothing for you to do other than wallow in your insecurities and let out a few tears, you got into bed and made yourself comfortable for an afternoon nap.

aizawa on the other hand was at school and distracted. his own words kept replaying over and over in his head and all he wants to do is smack himself a few times (after comforting u ofc).

his students could tell he was in a badder mood than usual so they collectively agreed to not worsen it (one particular student does not care. can u guess?). aizawa just wanted the day to pass so he can apologize to you directly and make it up with some cuddling.

despite being distracted with planning his apology and thinking about you, he was still teaching as he should and constantly telling his students to be quiet because he’s intimidating like that.

a few hours passed, the students are back in their dorms and some of the teachers are still in school finishing up some work. the hallways were empty and silent, and the weather outside was nice and calm - not too sunny with just the right amount of wind.

however, if you were to peek your head inside of class 1-A at the moment, the environment is an exact 180. aizawa is quickly trying to grade the remaining stack of papers he has on his desk so he can leave as soon as he can. there’s papers everywhere, he’s not so sure where the answer key went off to but to hell with the answer key. he just needs to go home.

his hair is messily tied up and his lips have probably been gnawed off by now. as soon as school ended, he got out his phone to see if you replied and sadly you didn’t. he doesn’t blame you though, considering all of the shit he said to you earlier.

finally writing down the fat score in red pen onto the final paper, he gathers everything and put to the side of his desk and packed up his stuff. his stuff being his yellow sleeping bag and that’s it.

he went to his room first to clean himself up a bit, and then grabbed a taxi to go to your shared apartment. arriving at the front door, he takes out his copy of the key and entered.

first thing he noticed while entering and taking off his shoes was that the apartment was dark and quiet. he made his way to the kitchen first and turned on its lights to check the fridge. in the fridge laid the food you made for him earlier today. he took it out to start heating it up in the microwave then he walks away from the food and to your bedroom.

quietly opening the door, he poked his head in to see you laying on your side with your back facing the door. he assumed you were asleep and gently closed the door to not wake you up. he made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge of it.

you, feeling the bed dip, slowly opened your eyes to be greeted with the sight of your boyfriend gingerly brushing his fingertips across your cheekbones. he notices that you’re awake and looks up to meet your eyes.

making eye contact with him, you quietly grunted and brought the blanket up to cover your face while turning your entire body to the other side to ignore him. aizawa sighed and brought his hand down to rest on your waist as he begins talking.

“yn... i know you’re.. mad at me for the things i said to you earlier, but i’m truly sorry. i know saying i didn’t mean it isn’t good enough for you to forgive me, but i want you to know i’m really really sorry. i’ve been so busy for the past few days, my head is all over the place, seeing you at school just got me overthinking and worried that i ended up saying things about you that’s not true at all. i love you so much, hun. you’re the best thing to happen to me. you don’t have to forgive me now, i understand if you want some space.”

it was silent for some time after he finished his apology. the echoing silence was slowly making aizawa worried that you’ll leave him, but he won’t tell you that. thinking that you wanted space, he lifted his shaky hand off of your waist and moved to get off of the bed when you suddenly grabbed onto his hand to keep him there.

“i...i told you the day before that i was going to be visiting you during lunch time. did you not remember? or even hear me tell you?”

aizawa situated himself back down onto the bed before replying. “if i’m being honest, i don’t really remember much of that day at all. my brain was occupied with work and rest, so i was practically drained by the end of the night. i’m sorry i took it out on you, it’s my fault for overworking when i know you’ve been trying to help.”

letting out a soft sigh, you turned your body back towards him. still holding onto his hand, you carefully slotted your fingers in between his and pulled him down to lay with you. he immediately found comfort in this and placed his head into your neck. you could feel his facial hair against your skin making you let out a quiet giggle.

“i love you. i know you have a habit to overwork since that’s all you did before we dated, but please shou, take care of yourself. im not talking physically, cuz you’re already so damn fine, but mentally. i hate seeing you bury yourself in work and training that it even makes me tired just watching you.”

he grumbled something against your neck - his usual reaction to you complimenting him - and held onto you tighter while putting light kisses on your collarbone.

“i know. i will. please bear with me, i know i’m a pain but i’ll always try to be my best for you. i’m never letting you go, love you too much for that.”

“hmm? who said i’m going? you’re stuck with me forever just so you know,” you laughed and patted his head before rising from the bed.

“i heard you heating up the food earlier. get up and come eat,” you tugged aizawa to get him off the bed.

he grumbled once again because he was being forced to leave the warm comfort of your shared bed, but followed you out anyway holding onto your hand.

“wait. you heard me entering? so you were pretending to sleep when i got here?! not funny, babe. not funny. -also don’t take sleep for granted. i did and look where that got me. stop laughing!”

bonus:

it was the next day and aizawa just finished passing out the grades he rushed grading yesterday. even though it was rushed, he was confident that there wasn’t any mistakes-

“aizawa sensei, you marked this question wrong when it’s right. this one too. and this other one on the last page. are you trying to fail me?!” denki dramatically wailed as he showed aizawa his papers.

guess he did make mistakes after all.

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damiano-mylove · 3 years

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Movie Night

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader

Wc: 2.6k (sorry)

Cw(s): SMUT, bit of angst, swearing ofc, long for some reason, begging, not proof read

*Masterlist*

Work is a healthy habit to get into - to a certain extent. If you work to avoid your problems, that's not particularly one of the most healthy things to do. The only problem working can fix is if you're poor, but really minimum wage doesn't fix that either.

But your Damiano wasn't poor, he wasn't being paid minimum wage. You knew how much he loved working on music with his friends, but he was barely home and you missed him. Being without Damiano almost felt like being without your left arm - especially since it had been so abrupt, going from him spending a few hours writing, to spending almost a full day in the studio.

Tonight was supposed to be movie night. That Damiano had suggested. To make up for lost time.

So, you found yourself, alone, on your velvet red couch, watching Alice in Wonderland, with your cat on your lap. His purrs filled whatever wavelengths were left empty by the film, but you didn't mind that at all. Your fingers found their way into his incredibly soft fur, which felt like silk between those fingers of yours.

The clock soon struck midnight, and the film hit the end credits soon after. Damiano was still not home from the studio, which almost worried you. Almost. In the earlier days of him spending all of his time at Vic's for writing or in the studio, you had thought he'd run off with someone else. You woke up the next morning with him next to you, but that never really put that specific worry to rest.

"Romeo, Baby," you whispered to the silver tabby cat on your lap. He flicked his tail to let you know he heard you. "Dad's not home yet and I'm tired, we gotta go to bed. C'mon." Romeo only lifted his head to lay his grass green eyes on you once you stopped scratching his neck. You smiled to him, though his eyes didn't return it. "You've got half a minute before I move your furry tush."

To no one's surprise, Romeo took more than half a minute so you picked him up like a baby over your shoulder. Your palm cradled his soft feet. Like the lazy cat he was, Romeo fell back asleep on your shoulder on your short walk to your bedroom that you shared with the one and only, Damiano. He used to be a god to you, but now he was basically a roommate who you shared a kiss with every once in a while.

With Romeo asleep on the bed before you finished putting on pyjamas, you slunk off to brush your teeth. The door unlocked. Your heavy eyes cast unto the clock on the wall which read nearly half midnight.

Damiano came in like a whisper in the wind, save for the closet opening so he could deposit his coat. Shaking you head, you just finished brushing your teeth. Your mouth felt dry even though you'd just rinsed it with water.

"Cara mia," Damiano purred once his eyes caught your figure in the lamp light from the bedroom. You smiled at him and went into the bedroom to curl up with your cat and go to sleep. You had work in the morning and customers didn't appreciate workers who look like sleep-deprived zombies.

This was the first time in a long time that you didn't immediately greet him once he came through the door. So Damiano could sense a shift in the mood of the flat; really, he felt it as soon as he walked in and smelt chocolate and strong tea.

His footsteps never gave away where he was, but you could feel his presence enter the room. The bed dipped on the end just as Romeo curled further into you. When Damiano's hand held your ankle, Romeo let out a soft meow.

"What's wrong, Amore?"

"Did you forget or did you do it on purpose?" You immediately sat up as you asked the question. You were tired and to act like it was fine just wasn't in the cards tonight. Damiano's eyebrows drew together. You began to nod. "Movie night? You said you'd come home early to watch a film with us."

Damiano's face darkened in realization. You pursed your lip balm coated lips. Even Romeo could sense the tension and decided to stand up and sit square on your thighs, facing your boyfriend as if to protect you. Damiano looked to his hands which rested in his lap.

After a second, he said, "I-I thought that was tomorrow."

"Tonight was Tuesday night, now it's Wednesday morning," you muttered. Your fingers found the reassuring warmth of Romeo's fur once again and Romeo let out a rather sad sounding meow. "Oh, Romeo, don't worry. Dad just has to tell us he's sorry then we can sleep."

Both you and your cat looked to your boyfriend with tired but expectant eyes. Damiano's eyes never tore from his hands. Then it was like he was speaking to himself. "I was going to buy you flowers. And let you pick the film. And you were supposed to fall asleep on my shoulder, on the couch."

"It's okay, Dami, it's just a movie night," you told him. But your conscience caught you before you continued. Why the fuck were you reassuring him when he was the one who fucked up? Tell you that he'll be home in time for a sort of date night, then skip out. "We'll do it another night, it's all good."

"It's not all good, Y/n." One thing you could agree on tonight, though you'd never say that out loud. Finally, Damiano lifted his eyes from his soft hands. You noticed his eyes shimmer in the lamplight. "I really fucked up your night and for no good reason. I'm really sorry."

Leaning forward, you patted his arm. "Forgiven. We're adults and life gets in the way of romance."

"Not always, and not for us. I'm supposed to be the best boyfriend in the world but I've barely been a boyfriend to you at all lately, and I apologize." His words were stringing together faster in faster as he kept trying to keep his tears at bay. "It's just with the new album and everything, I'm finding out how shitty I am at balancing my life." Damiano came closer to you, holding your hand that once held his arm. "How can I make it up to you, Y/n? You're the love of my life and I don't want us to fizzle out."

For some reason, a little chuckle escaped your lips. His passion for you warmed your heart as you caught a glimpse of how you first had your heart captured by the man sitting before you. The light glittered in your eyes, for Damiano and Damiano alone. "We're not going to fizzle out over one missed movie night."

"Yes, but I've missed many of our nights, whether we made plans for them or not," Damiano rebutted. Your lips pressed together in a flat line. There was a certain ounce of truth to that statement. Damiano pressed a kiss to the back of your hand without maintaining eye contact. "Cara mia, nights are for the lovers, and I seem to have forgotten that."

His warm breath tickled the back of your hand just before his pressed more kisses to the back of your hand, then wrist, then fingers.

Sensing the warming room, Romeo left your lap. He threw you a final glance, seeming like he was making sure you didn't need him in the room to which you slightly nodded at the tabby. Romeo turned on his paws and left the room - leaving two starry-eyed partners who were still most ardently in love.

Without another word, you joined your lips with Damiano's. It had been a long while since a kiss such as this one had occurred. In the place of the usual passing kisses, this one made the love shared prominent. This kiss felt as if your Damiano was once again yours and totally yours; not as if he ever wasn't, but this was a much needed reminder of that.

Holding your face in his large hands, Damiano deepened the kiss by turning his head ever-so slightly. His tongue slid into your mouth with a passionate fervour. There was no battle for dominance, but a mutual exploration of each other's mouths.

Damiano tenderly laid you down against the pillows on your side of the bed, though his lips parted from yours which was an unhappy fate. "Do you want to go further, Cara mia? I know this doesn't equal forgiveness."

"I've never wanted anything more, Dami, my sweetest love," you promised him. Damiano smiled at your admission. He began to place gentle, loving kisses to your neck. "Only if you want to."

"Oh, trust me." Damiano nipped your collarbone, resulting in a yelp from you. You could feel his smirk against your warming skin. "I want to."

Damiano's bites roamed the skin of your chest that your tank top allowed, before you sat up to take it off. Your fingers found Damiano's soft hair as he left sloppy, wet kissed all over your now exposed chest. A bitten back moan escaped your mouth just as his tongue began to circle the tender skin of your nipple, making your back arch into the man above you.

This was an admission of your pleasure, so Damiano's mouth fully encircled your nipple as his hand that once caressed your hip, now cupped your other breast. His warm palm massaged you firmly, having Damiano's name fall from your lips. It had been a while since he'd touched you like this, with such care and attention. Every fiber of Damiano's being was now focused on making his love for you known.

When his warm mouth left your breast to be exposed to the chill of the room, his teeth grazed your sensitive nipple, having goosebumps multiply on your skin at a sky high rate. His mouth then was turned to your other breast as his other hand twisted and pinched the exposed nipple.

Your hands began trying to get his deep red shirt off, to bring his warmth to you. But before Damiano would let you have what you wanted most, he bit the sweet spot beneath your boob, no doubt leaving a mark that would be apparent the next day.

As Damiano leaned up to pull his shirt over his head, you nearly melted underneath him. His hair was already beginning to become delightfully fucked up and the look in his eye was absolutely dark. The look he gave you before joining your lips once again was full of love, accompanied by lust and desire. Damiano slid off his tight leather trousers while he was at it, allowing you to palm him through his briefs.

The kiss shared was now hungry and feverish. The nails of the unoccupied hand scratched down his back, resulting Damiano bucking his hips into your hand. You removed it, which finally gave you the glorious friction that you so completely craved. Damiano no doubt sensed this as he grabbed the back of your thigh as he continued to grind right into the thin layer that separated you both.

"Damiano, please," you nearly cried. The chuckle that came from Damiano was low and only made your panties become even more wet.

"Please what?"

"You know what I mean." He was killing you. Once the words left your lips, Damiano ground his hips into you again. "Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Please."

"See, was that so hard, Amore?" Damiano purred as he lowered the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. He threw them somewhere in the room before pressing his index finger against your clit. You tried to pull him in for a kiss, but Damiano resisted. "Ah, ah, I want to see just how much I effect you."

"You're the fucking-wow-devil himself."

Damiano's laugh bordered upon an evil one. "You love me."

"I love you, I love you so fucking much," you moaned. Damiano smiled as he lowered your grey panties. Those were discarded somewhere along with your pyjama bottoms, but you couldn't give half a fuck because Damiano's perfectly manicured finger found it's way inside of you. You bucked against his hand, making Damiano laugh.

His finger drew circles inside of you while his thumb still played with your clit. God, Damiano was so much better than your own fingers. Without a warning, another finger was added, making a sort of porn-esque moan leave you. Damiano groaned at the sound as well as the sight in front of him. Even his dreams of you weren't as good as this.

It wasn't as if he could help himself from leaning down once again and attaching his mouth to your erect nipple. Your eyes crossed at three parts of your body were on fire with immense pleasure. The flames of rapture enveloped most of your body, even your soul.

"I'm-m-m gonna cum," you cried out. Damiano smiled against your breast as his fingers began going faster. "No, no, let me cum on your cock." Damiano looked up at you with a bit of surprise. You'd never said something like that without prompt.

The needy look that painted your face was all Damiano had to see before he complied. His briefs were off in the blink of an eye and he began to pump himself just to prepare. Your legs were spread wide as you could already feel yourself drip onto the sheets below which made Damiano groan with barred teeth.

He lined himself up with your entrance and gave you one final questioning look. You nodded adamantly before he pushed himself through your folds.

Truly, you could feel your soul ascend as you remembered just how big he was. You big your lip so hard you nearly broke skin while Damiano hissed an intake of breath. He came down to your lips to taste your minty mouth just as his hips began rocking into you, first at a slow pace, then began to get closer.

Damiano's hips snapped into yours quickly, and the sound of smacking skin filled the room, along with the scent of sex and sweat. The combination of both of your moans filled each other's mouths. The bedroom was incredibly hot but somehow you were in a cold sweat, save for where your body joined with Damiano's in sweet harmony.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're so fucking tight," Damiano huffed. You clenched around his cock, only making Damiano cry out with pleasure. Your nails drew down his back, clinging him closer and closer to you with every thrust against your g-spot. Tears brimmed your eyes as a knot formed in the lower part of your stomach.

"Soon, I'm cumming soon."

"Cum on my cock, Baby, just like you want."

You could tell his thrusts were getting sloppy because he was closing in on his release as well. But you couldn't help but cum first as the knot suddenly exploded within you.

Your walls spasmed against Damiano as your release washed over you. Your legs tingled and your toes went a bit numb. Damiano then hit in you a few more times before his own seed seeped into you. It was warm and you felt incredibly full as Damiano stayed within you for an extra few seconds, before falling next to you.

"I know you said this wouldn't equal forgiveness but I'm feeling very forgiving," you sighed. Damiano chuckled and looked over at you. Your skin glowed in orgasmic radiance and your hair was completely fucked out. Damiano's heart swelled at the sight and he couldn't help but kiss you again.

He cleaned you both up after, with a warm wash cloth, and got you new pyjamas. Romeo reentered the room once the sex smell was gone and you were in Damiano's arms once again. Your cat curled between both of you in the dead of night, like the beginnings of a family.

Damiano came home Wednesday afternoon with a massive bouquet that must have cost a pretty pence, a box of Belgian chocolate and a bag of cat treats. It seemed a movie night was in order.

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unohanadaydreams · 3 years

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As the name suggests, I'm always thirsty for the Big Guy 😉 I wonder how Kenpachi would react if Ikkaku found a piece of your lingerie in the barracks, but no one knew about your relationship?

The idea of Kenpachi being viewed as sus for fucking a 4th member fuels me so ofc. This got out of hand but I fully blame the energy IkkaYumi brings to anything ever and not myself. Thank you for understanding.

Features: smut (18+) at the mid-point, IkkaYumi being real <3 for the majority of it, and sub!Kenpachi (☆ω☆), also idk maybe some minor angst but like made Seggsy.

Kenpachi Zaraki x f!reader (and IkkaYumi...mostly them tbh.)

Ikkaku slapped the door open with loudest ‘OI’ he could muster. The paper of the door ripped somewhere along the way as it slid open, the wooden frame wobbling as he stepped into the room.

Despite the noise, Yumichika’s hand stayed steadfast as he finished smudging eye shadow on his outer lid. Another ‘OI’ sounded, but no hand shook him or foot kicked at him while Yumichika held a brush to his eye.

Glacial, he finished blending the color until he was satisfied--rinsed the brush--set it to dry. Through the mirror in front of him, Yumichika looked to Ikkaku’s reflection only after admiring his own.

The lacy scrap of undies in Ikkaku’s hand lifted Yumichika’s brow.

“I thought you hated when I wore those,” he said with a sniff, turning to get a better look.

Ikkaku rubbed at his bald head, “yah think that because I do.”

Yumichika gestured for the undies and Ikkaku threw them. “And yet?”

“Yet, I found ‘em anyway!” Ikkaku fell into a wide squat, his hands fisting into the fabric of his uniform over his knees. “In the captain’s office.”

They stared at one another, both settling deeper into their feelings.

“Ikkaku, you must be joking,” Yumichika said, holding the undies against his arm. “This color makes me look positively jaundiced.”

“You think captain gives a shit about color theory?”

Yumichika threw the lacy bit of bullshit at Ikkaku’s face. Smiling when they landed on his dumb, shiny head. “He won’t even let me do his hair, Ikkaku. Your delusion is exhausting me.”

“Then--”

“Yes, Ikkaku. Then, they’re not mine. And they’re someone else’s.”

Ikkaku pulled the undies from his head, squinting at them. “Huh.”

Rising with a flourish, Yumichika let the sleeves of his robe billow behind him as he went for the cabinet to rummage for sake. Possibly a new boyfriend.

He came back after a few gulps, offering Ikkaku the bottle only after giving him a sound kick to the head that sent the man flopping to the side.

“Hey!” Ikkaku steadied himself with one hand and rubbed where he’d been kicked with the other...undies still in hand. “Ya can’t blame me. No one else around here would wear that shit.”

Yumichika gave a flat look. Took another gulp of sake. Sighed heavily as he sank to Ikkaku’s level.

“Which means they belong to someone who would,” Yumichika offered along with the sake. “Someone from a different division.”

“Must be serious,” Ikkaku said, sake dribbling down his chin. “Never found anything in his office...ever.”

Yumichika kissed at the trail of sake and took the bottle back once he’d settled into Ikkaku’s lap. “That means whoever it is will be back. And now we know what to look for.”

Ikkaku grunted, shoving his tongue in Yumichika’s mouth before the man in his lap could swallow his sake, not pulling away until he’d swiped as much alcohol with his tongue as he could.

“That shit ain’t good enough for you, anyway.”

“I know,” Yumichika said softly, tone at odds with him rising to stand, heading for the door.

“O--” A raised hand stalled Ikkaku from pointing to his tightened hamaka.

“Fix my door first, dumbass.”

Ikkaku lowered from his tip-toes, a man afflicted. “No way.”

“I told you,” Yumichika said in a hiss. “Not just from 4th division, but a pencil pusher.”

You looked like the kind who’d scramble to bring an 11th division soldier any impossible request they bullied you for. The quintessential mouse every self-respecting soldier was inclined to paw at.

“Don’t look so fucking smug, Yumi,” Ikkaku grumbled, peeling off the wall and pulling Yumichika back towards the training grounds by the back of the puffed-up peacock’s uniform, right at the lower back. Yumichika had just gotten his fifth pay-back punch in when they hit the gate that separated captain’s estate from training ground.

Theirs might have been the only captain so enamored with battle that he’d moved his quarters as close as the captain general would allow. If it weren’t for the bullshit ‘housing codes and regulations’, Ikkaku was sure the house would’ve been on top of the large rectangle of packed dirt that served as the largest training ground in the entire division.

Once they’d hopped the low wall, more meant to keep Zaraki’s house away from the grounds than to keep his underlings on the grounds away from him, Yumichika fell on the nearest bench to fix his uniform.

“Well now what?” Ikkaku rubbed at his side, knowing he was going to need to stretch soon or the tight knot Yumichika had punched into his side or even a night drowned in sake wouldn’t numb it when he collapsed in his futon.

Yumichika didn’t look up from retying his stiff, decorative obi but his face softened, “Now that we’ve been successfully nosy? I was thinking that new, chic sushi bar near the 1st. The one where all the wait-staff look just as yummy.”

“No I, mean--yeah, we’re definitely going,” Ikkaku said, his previous thought tripping over the vision of pretty smiles from androgynous beauties. “But, what do we do about the captain?”

“Well, I’m not going to say anything, but I also have tact. And grace,” Yumichika shrugged, fluffing the bow of obi.

Ikkaku kicked dirt and tensed forward at the shoulders, like he planned to lunge and attack. “I ain’t no fucking snitch and you know it. Don’tcha?”

Sliding forward, Yumichika massaged at Ikkaku’s tense shoulders, rolling his eyes. “I wasn’t saying you would. Just that you’re tactless. And might on accident--which makes you an idiot, not a snitch.”

“Damn right,” Ikkaku grunted, anything but Yumichika’s agreement sliding off his bald head like water. “Wouldn’t snitch for anything. But what if someone else finds out? Like a captain or something. We can’t kill one of them and--”

“Oh, stop worrying about it,” Yumichika said, interrupting and pulling at Ikkaku’s arm--he was hungry, both for refined food and beauties. “No one who wants to live will chance Kenpachi asking for a fight. Or that Captain Unohana; she seems vicious in a way more of our men should be. Such grace.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” Ikkaku nodded, letting himself be dragged off for sushi, sake, and sublime wait-staff. Still, there was morale to think about. No hardened warrior of the rukongai wanted to hear their fearless leader had a weakness for...the weak.

There had to be something more to it but Ikkaku wasn’t going to dig more into his captain’s business. He was more than happy to put the shovel down and follow Yumichika, even as the truth sat uncomfortably at the base of his skull.

You were weak in all the ways shinigami measured such things--swordsmanship, spiritual pressure, and kido were subjects you studied more than you practiced, let alone pulled off. But you had enough power to pass school and be sorted into the 4th division ranks, where you excelled.

An aptitude for medical procedure, surgery, and technology was what garnered you not just safety, but respect among your peers.

As for the other divisions? Well, you had some friends in 12th who fully understood your position.

Kenpachi Zaraki? Certainly wasn’t someone who could relate to you.

But, that was fine.

You preferred your men muzzled, anyway.

“Too bad, Cap--tain,” you breathed, stretching his title with your tongue playfully. “I was hoping they’d find out everything.”

Pulling yourself up, one fist over the other, by the leather leash tied taunt around Kenpachi’s neck, you delighted in seeing the muscles there strain to accommodate your weight and the need for breath at the same time.

You pressed your lips against his ear after admiring the rough line of his mouth being forcibly split open by a ball gang, pretty, pink, and yours. “Can’t you go faster?”

His answering grunt was followed by his body pressing into yours quick enough turn your teasing into moans. That’s what you liked most about Kenpachi; he was always striving to be better and exceeding expectation.

it would be effortless for him to put his hands on you without permission or rip out the ball gag, but he didn’t. Even when you met in a grimy bar close to the 11th, too drunk to realize who’s thigh you were toying with, his attention to what you wanted was surprising.

You panted, toes curling as he hit that lovely spot only he ever had, “H-hands on hips.”

So eager, he kneaded from the tops of your thighs to your hips like dough, obviously glad to be rewarded. You were eager too--for the angle. Your hips tilted upward gave him more depth and your fingers tightened on his leash.

There was no need to command for more, because he was giving you his all. And he kept going until your scattered breathing paired with the tight heat he was pounding into you snapped all at once, so intense that your eyes watered.

While you basked in the trembling after shocks, catching your breath, Kenpachi went still.

Until you said, “Sit on floor.”

The bed creaked and rose as he left it, leaving you to collect yourself in peace. When you rose to sit, he was kneeling on the floor, his cock hard and bobbing above his thighs.

You walked to him slow, nails scratching through his rough, black hair as you circled behind him. “Such good work,” you praised, “Just like always.”

Trailing down to the buckle, your fingers made quick of his ball gag, parting it from his teeth gently, and tossing it on the bed.

“What do you want me to reward you with, Kenpachi?” You asked him, only once you’d come to face him, your hand urging his jaw up, his eyes on yours.

“To get off,” he said, shameless.

You hummed, “then do it.”

Frowning, Kenpachi leaned his face into your touch. “I want you to.....please.”

The word ‘please’ was said slow, his eyes leaving yours several times before he said it. You wondered how many people Kenpachi Zaraki had ever asked, for anything. Let alone, with manners.

You kissed his nose, finding the almost demure behavior cute, “Then I will. Lay down.”

He did, his arms behind his head, like he napping under a tree instead of waiting for your hands to give his weeping cock relief.

You took your time, teasing him with sensation by spitting into your hand and giving him light rubs, again and again until his hips lifted off the ground.

The lacy bit of pink undies that stretched tight over his thighs, were yours too. And you peeled them off, throwing them toward the ball gag as his breathing grew heavy in the air.

Perhaps you deserved less teasing, but you couldn’t resist dragging out the fun a touch more, one hand fondling his tightening balls while the other scratched lightly at his inner thighs.

His breathing was catching on groans and audible ‘ah’s that had you biting your lip. Thigh’s clenching, you finally began circling the tip of his cock. Soon, you were giving him his first pump, slick hand trailing his length from tip to base in smooth, steady motions.

Straddling his thighs, you took advantage of the position and put both your hands to work, gripping him harder but keeping the same pace.

“Look how hard you are,” you cooed, hands pausing as your thumb circled the slit topping the bulbous head of his cock. “Do you want to cum for me?”

His, “yes,” was immediately pushed from his heaving chest. You hummed, so tempted to climb on top of him fully. But, that would be a kind of weakness you didn’t allow yourself.

Kenpachi’s lone eye struggled to stay open as you lowered your lips to kiss the tip of him. You rose back up and licked them as he watched, his pre-cum salty as it settled on your tongue.

You couldn’t call him unraveling under your firm, fast touch seeing him at his weakest. But, you were certain it was a kind of vulnerable he seldom experienced. Even his arms had come from behind his head, his fingers flexing around air while he struggled to keep them away from you. His hips began bucking with such strength that you were forced to tighten your thighs around his to keep your place.

Desperate, is what he was. For you to give him what he worked for.

And, you did.

His cock pulsed as you wrung his orgasm out, thick ropes of cum falling over his sweaty stomach and dripping down your hands. His moan was loud, deep, and reverberated through out the room like a cry of victory.

You kept stroking him until he was completely spent, until he made a sound almost like a whine.

“I need--”

He sat up, setting you on the floor before padding to the bathroom, and coming back with a damp cloth. “Here.”

“Thank you,” you said, keeping your eyes on your hands as you willed yourself to calm down. His orgasm had made you want him again, badly. But you had things to do. He had things to do.

What you had with Kenpachi was strange and tenuous. And your smug confidence drained a bit as you cleaned yourself and him, until you were almost unsure.

What now? You’d never even seen his house before this. Always in more public places, where you parted almost immediately after playing with him.

“You want these back,” he asked, lifting the ball gag and undies in one hand while pulling back the blankets on the bed with the other. The leash was already on the bedside table, his neck angrily red still.

If you took them, you wondered if it was all over. “No, you should. They’re easy enough to clean.”

“...You sure?”

You nodded, not so attached to a couple cheap props that you’d be wounded if something happened to them. “They’re all yours.”

Shrugging after a moment of silence, he gestured with his head to the bed, “unless you wanna take a shower first.”

“I’m fine for now,” you responded, climbing under the blanket, more confused than obedient. “Are you tired?”

“Enough to sleep.”

The bed dipped from his bulk, forcing you closer. He tossed an arm around you, so you could get comfortable against his side. You lay your head on his chest, eyes still open, listening to him breathe.

At first, you’d thought maybe it was all a joke. That Kenpachi Zaraki was trying to trap you into....something, like those men who feigned nice before using all their muscle to force you to bend as they wanted. To teach you a lesson for trying to dominate him.

You didn’t delude yourself into thinking you had real, tangible power of him or any man you’d toyed with, after all. Just something momentary, like a brief understanding.

But you felt less cautious as your eyes drooped shut and your thoughts circled around his intentions. He always approached you and asked, vague and gruff, ‘here good?’ And you’d find a closet or office or twisty alley that would do.

This time, you asked him. And he took you to his bedroom, compliant as ever, waiting for you to sprinkle nice words in his ear, for you to give him pleasure for being his best.

Drifting off to the rise and fall of his chest, you wondered if things like that meant so much to him.

#this is very lightly edited bc im so short on time lately #but this was fun #kenpachi zaraki smut #kenpachi zaraki x reader #kenpachi zaraki #bleach sm #bleach imagines #bleach scenario #zaraki-oriented #kenpachi: i like being praised and having someone acknowledge me #reader: wait....is this....kind of depressing and not just kinky?#but fr i just think dommed kenpachi is hot and i can not resist sprinkling crumbs of angst

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The Unconciousness Aftermath (Frankie Morales x OFC) part 9

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x OFC!Belle Morales

Summary: After a car accident that left his body in a pause for two years, Frankie wakes up to learn the world kept moving while he was sleeping. And that he might’ve lost everything.

Word count: +6.1k

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of addiction, drugs and death and i think that's it

A/N: if you read this and feel like it has a different vibe; it does, i spent the entirety of the writing process of this chapter listening to this piece and letting the vibe flow through me... i wanna thank SO SO MUCH to @queridopascal who helped me with the italian translations for shook Belle lmao, youre an angel anita ♥

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Will stretched his arm to the side to turn off the lamp once he saw Belle settling next to him; her arm immediately fell on his chest as she snuggled closer to his side and he breathed her scent in deeply.

Silence wrapped them; the room was dark enough to hide their faces from each other despite the little moonlight that came into the room through the window and the only thing that kept the silence from being absolute was their unsynchronized breathings as their bodies relaxed on the bed.

“Will,” Belle disrupted the silence before it could reach comfort, he hummed in response, “do you think Francisco is gonna wake up?” she asked.

Will shifted on the bed to face her; she was already looking at him when he found her eyes in the dark, he hoped she didn’t see his frown or the way his cheeks grew hot because of the question.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, searching for her hand and taking it in his; Belle looked behind him, and he tried to chase her gaze, she hummed appreciatively, and the tone of it didn’t make Will feel better inside “do you want him to?”

The question had left his lips before he could even think if he might like the answer or not. And he facepalmed himself mentally because the restless feeling of not belonging in that house, next to that woman, hadn’t left him entirely; it found a home inside of him, it made him unsure and insecure of even questioning something, of even mentioning Frankie. He was scared of a man whose body was lying down on a hospital bed on the other side of town, but whose presence hadn’t left his house even for one second.

“Well…” Belle whispered, and her hand on his chest started burning him, “I’d love to meet him,” she yawned, settling on his chest and sinking onto him, Will tried to agree with her, he tried to at least acknowledge what she was saying, but the feeling that he didn’t belong there was making his head foggy and his thoughts fuzzy, “it’d be nice if I remembered him at all.” she let out in a sigh, breathing in deeply and going lump in his arms.

Will’s eyes closed on themselves when she said those words; he felt something falling on his chest, a weight he hadn’t felt before but he was sure he wouldn’t stop feeling anytime soon.

He knew what it was, he knew what he was, he knew he would never stop being the impostor, the usurper; the one who was taking over the space of someone else and didn’t even fill it. The space was too big for him.

Will gripped Belle’s body closer to him, he tried to kiss the crown of her head but his lips were numb and he didn’t feel the texture of her wavy hair on his face, he tried to breathe in her scent to calm down, he tried to caress her exposed skin to ground himself but nothing was working.

He tried to fall asleep, but one thought that was spreading through his head like a deadly virus had invaded his mind: he didn’t want Frankie to wake up.

___

“How did we fall in love?” Belle asked, looking at him with expectancy, Frankie raised his brows as the question took him by surprise and smiled at her.

“I don’t–know.” he said with a shrug, making her roll her eyes at him.

“You have to know!” she pressed, slapping down his hand gently, Frankie huffed at her impetuousness.

“Y’know,” he turned his eyes down to the entanglement their hands had become, and how much he had missed her skin on his, “usually–you were the’one answering all–these questions.” Frankie told her, looking back at her.

Belle smiled gently at him, admiring the way the soft smile on his lips made his eyes wrinkle, and she remembered the picture of them in their wedding she had seen, and how intrigued she was by the way he smiled, like he was telling without words to whoever saw him exactly why he was happy, but in that moment, she couldn’t see anything else in his eyes but her own reflection.

“You must’ve heard me, then.” she teased, making him shake his head at her.

Frankie didn’t know how to describe what he was feeling in that moment; the touch of her in his hands, the way he could feel her eyes roaming around him, her sight looking for something in his body, he couldn’t deny her to do so, he couldn’t tell her to stop touching him or to stop looking at him because he didn’t want her to stop.

His body felt the lack of her, the need it had after all that time being untouched by her hands, he liked it. He had missed it.

His mind took him to several memories of her waxing poetic about how they met, about falling in love with each other, about their marriage and their life together, about their age gap that although it wasn’t big, she always made fun of him getting closer to forty than her; there were many moments that inundated Frankie’s mind that it took him a little bit longer to pick just one in which she had said something about their love.

“You said–we ‘related to each–other,” Frankie told her, Belle’s olive eyes were glued to him as he spoke, “we–knew about our–lives before telling each–other about’them.”

“Really?” Belle’s smile widened, for a fraction of a second as he nodded and looked at the way she seemed to be processing what he was saying.

Belle didn’t know why, but she believed him; she believed in everything he was saying because she had seen his reaction when he first saw her, she had seen the pain in his eyes and the way he didn’t even want to see her when she stood in front of him.

She believed him because she imagined how it would be to wake up and find out two whole years were behind and he missed everything; she thought of him often, she thought of how he was and who he was but she didn’t think of what he felt until that moment he cried out to her and asked her is Will was on his knees.

Belle had asked everyone what that meant until Martha looked her in the eye and told her exactly what she had said to her son all those years before, and why that was one of the first things he asked her.

That’s when she realized exactly what she had done, even if she didn’t deeply understand the reach and consequences of her actions or how exactly she had hurt the man that was supposed to be her husband, she knew her mistake and she wanted to fix it.

Belle considered telling all that to him, but the way he was looking at her and the way his hands touched her made her mind fog and forget what she wanted to tell him; it was like her body knew who was touching it; it felt good, it felt warm, her hands were tickling and asking for more of it, more of him, of his touch, of his skin in contact with her skin. She liked it.

“I have this box,” she muttered, scooting further to the edge of the chair and closer to him, “a pretty wooden box I found in the house, and it’s fil–”

“The cedar–cigar box?” Frankie interrupted her, Belle’s eyes lit up by themselves.

“Yeah!”

“That’s–mine, actu’ally.” he let out in a soft voice, surprised she had mentioned it at all, and even more shocked that she still had it.

“Oh! really?” Belle asked with a wide smile, like she was happy it wasn’t just a random box, like she was happy the item had a meaning, a purpose, an owner.

“A gift–from my dad,” Frankie explained, leaning on the bed’s pulled-up half, Belle followed him by inertia and her two hands ended up resting on his chest, “be’fore he passed, he said one–day I would–be a dad, and giving’out cigars was custom–for new ‘fathers.”

Belle’s smile softened at the mention of his father, and her eyes stayed on his face as he showed her, just by the pure gestures of his facial features, how much of him he remembered, and she thought of her mom, and what her mom told her before dying, and she understood a little what he had said about relating, about knowing about the other before even really knowing. She got it and she felt it, she felt him, growing in her chest.

“Did you?” she whispered, almost worried she would’ve taken him out of a trance he was much too interested in being in. But Frankie looked at her, his deep, warm, brown eyes clashed with hers and he shook his head. “why?”

“Well…” he sighed, Belle shot a quick glance to his chest and felt her own tightening at the sight of their intertwined hands resting on the soft broadness of him, “I was ‘twenty-two when he–died,” he let out a small chuckle, “they went–bad before we–even got married,” Belle gave him a silent laugh, “but we–bought a’new box when Reni was–born.”

Frankie noticed the way Belle’s smile faltered slightly at the mention of Reni’s birth, he wondered many things about his wife –she was still his wife, afterall– and wondering about her and what her life was like when he was asleep didn’t come painless, it hurt him to think about her alone, confused, and with no one to be with her while she tried to pick up the remains of her life, it hurt him too to think about her finding shelter in another man, a man he considered his friend, and it hurt him to think that man didn’t even played fair and helped her build a life where she knew exactly what went on in all those years she missed, everything about it hurt him in some deep part of him, but the one thing that hurt the most, was that she didn’t remember giving birth to her daughter, that she didn’t remember the first cry of their little girl, or the way Reni looked at her without even seeing, she didn’t remember how they chose her name, she didn’t remember feeding her or listening to her first laugh, the first time she recognized them, it hurt him and tore him apart to know how much of Reni’s life she had missed –two years, just like him–.

And he wanted to tell her everything about her first two years, and he wanted to ask her everything about the latest two.

“It’s full of things now.” Belle interrupted his train of thought, making him put all the questions he had for her aside, maybe they could talk about that some other time.

“Things?”

“Pictures,” she shrugged at him, “little things I’ve found in this time that don't seem to have an explanation, if that makes sense…” her words fell on him slowly, and he felt them melt and filtrate through his hospital robe and stain his skin. Frankie nodded. It did make sense. “can I bring it tomorrow?”

The question, and the tone of Belle’s voice made Frankie smile at her; Belle tried to calm down her effusiveness and tone down her seemingly inexplicable excitement, but the warm smile Frankie gave her, along with the tight grip of his hands in hers, made her feel more sure of the question she asked him, and all the questions she still had left for him to respond to.

“Yeah,” Frankie nodded slightly, making Belle sigh, “if–you want.”

“I want,” Belle nodded in response, shoving inside the apparently sudden need to reach for his face and maybe get to touch him more, “I want you to tell me the stories of all those things.” she whispered.

“I will.” he whispered as well, asking himself if he was imagining the way she looked at him, like she knew exactly what he was thinking, like she did before.

“I just–” Belle frowned slightly, sliding one of her hands out of their entanglement to rub her chest as she dropped her eyes to her lap; Frankie recognized the gesture, he had seen it before, Belle got to feel so much her feelings sometimes became physical; and for a fraction of a second Frankie got to see the woman she was before, the woman that hadn’t forgotten him at all, “I just wanna know things, Frankie,” he looked at her and tugged at her hands, making her stand up from the chair and step closer to the bed, “I–I’ve lost all hope in remembering the time I lost,” she huffed a sad smile, looking back at him with her olive eyes drowned in unshed tears that made Frankie’s heart halt in his chest, “I’m sure you’re the only one who can help me fill in the gaps.” she shrugged, biting her lip, Frankie couldn’t help himself, he couldn’t stop himself from sliding a hand to her wrist and tugging her slightly towards him, guiding her to his arms.

“Why do–you say ‘that?” Frankie asked in a whisper as she let out the air in her lungs and let him hold her; he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, still holding as hard as his muscles let him her hand. Belle closed her eyes when she felt his warmth crawling into her, and her hand fisted the fabric of his robe as she settled her head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent for the first time.

Frankie didn’t want to let her go, not then, not ever; he had her finally in his arms and he didn’t want to let her go, his hands had missed the texture of her skin, his nose had missed the scent of her hair, she still felt as warm as ever and she fit, she fit so well in his arms, he didn’t know how much he had missed having her like that, holding her as close to him as he could, feeling her skin against his flesh and breathing her in and recognizing her as what she was; his wife, his love, his home.

Belle let him hold her because she felt like no one ever had held her like that, her body felt like it was melting all over his and she loved the feeling of his hand sliding from her shoulders up to her head, he held her by the back of the head and Belle felt like she wanted to cry when Frankie buried his fingers in her disheveled brown, wavy hair; it felt good, it felt better than she had imagined, it felt familiar.

She opened her eyes and the first thing she caught sight of was her small purse, still resting against the backrest of the chair, and she felt a small smile forming on her lips as she remembered the small piece of paper she had found months and months before and that had lived inside that purse ever since.

“You have been with me all this time.” she whispered her reply, but Frankie had already forgotten his question.

___

Getting to know a house she knew she had lived in for years but that she didn’t know what was in it was hard; Belle had been making her way through the place slowly, investigating and inspecting all the nooks and corners of the house everyone told her she designed and helped build with the expressed purpose of knowing the place, and the hidden intention of finding something –anything, really– that would trigger her brain and make it open up that pandora box with her lost memories and release them into the void that was her mind.

Sometimes it took her one day, like the guest’s bathroom, sometimes it took her a week, like the kitchen. But she worked her way through every room in the house for months, except one.

The main bedroom had some unknown things hiding in corners and behind doors, she hadn’t found in herself the energy to explore the closet, or the other side’s nightstand, or the right side of the en-suite sink cabinet. She didn’t know if she was ready to find things that, like many others, wouldn’t hold an explanation.

But she did it anyway; she told herself that if she wanted Will to move in with her, like she had asked him, maybe she needed to finally put an end to her fruitless recollection of memories she didn’t have.

She started with the bathroom; the cabinet didn’t hold inside many things that told her much about the man that was supposed to be her husband, toiletries and medicines mostly.

The nightstand had some explicable things like a book, reading glasses, a set of keys, more medicines, and some inexplicable, like a NA three year chip; the small coin was bronze colored and had the words freedom and goodwill carved on the sides; Belle took a long time staring at the small piece of metal and she wondered if there was something the people in her life weren’t telling her about Francisco, she wondered if maybe he got clean of whatever he was addicted to because of her or maybe because of Renata, but she hoped, in the back of her mind, that it was because of himself.

The back of the closet held two boxes piled one over the other and a small safe she didn’t even bother to try to open; the first was a shoe box full of photographs that she spent almost an hour browsing through; some of them were copies of pictures she had seen already, some others of her wedding with Frankie, some pictures on a beach, dozens of photos of Renata as a baby and some others of her with her dad and Frankie or Frankie’s mom; there were pictures of vacations, days out, hikes, christmases, thanksgivings, birthdays, even pictures of them in pajamas, lazy breakfast faces, mocking crying gestures while holding a crying baby; and Belle found herself staring at each and every single one of them, trying to dig a memory out of her mind, the tiniest glimpse of remembrance that told her anything about the picture she held in her hand; she found herself tearing up of desperation, because if there was anything those pictures were telling her, was that she had been happy.

The second box was narrow and wooden and she opened it with reluctance; she felt like she would find something else that instead of making her feel better, that instead of making feel like she would learn something from her life, she would find things that would make the void she felt in her chest even bigger. She felt like at some point, she would grow tired of trying to remember a life that seemed so different to what she had imagined for herself at some point, she would grow exhausted to trying to pick up the pieces of that life because they just didn’t make any sense and no one around her was helping her put the puzzle together.

The wooden box smelled good, it smelled old and sweet and inside there were opened envelopes and small polaroids; Belle gasped when she saw Frankie with his military uniform in one of the photographs, she knew he was an army man, but seeing him like that, with his camo uniform and a couple of stars on his shoulders, made her feel like she really didn’t know who she was anymore. At the bottom of the box there was a pair of dog tags with the name Francisco José Morales carved on the metal, and she couldn’t help herself from tracing the edges of the letters with her fingertips.

It was all too much and not enough at the same time; she didn’t know who she was, she didn’t know who she had married to, she didn’t know anything about her life and the pieces she had in front of her didn’t even fit with others.

The desperate tears that ran down her cheeks led the way to angry ones; little, salty, drops of water that conveyed the resentment she had towards a man who wasn’t even awake; how dared he? being in a hospital bed, drowning in unconsciousness as she dealt alone with the consequences of ignoring everything she had done, lived and loved for more than a decade. How dared he not wake up so she would ask him all her questions and disperse all her doubts?

She was alone, sitting on the ground of a bedroom that was hers but didn’t feel like it, shifting through polaroids of a man she knew she was supposed to love, a man she had built a family with but she didn’t know. She was alone, opening for the second first time already-opened letters with messy handwriting, letters dated back in 2011 that told her –the woman she was before– about his misadventures in what he described as his last tour in Iraq, reading about the love he confessed to her over and over in army stationary.

Belle was alone as she unfolded the last letter in the box and the first thing she read on blue ink was:

Don’t worry, love, I know you so well I could remind you who you are in case you forget.

And that made her undo herself in sobs, that made her clutch the letter and ball it in her hands and grip it as hard as she could because he wasn’t there to tell her. Frankie wasn’t there to make her remember, that made Belle hate him.

___

It was early when Belle arrived, Frankie looked at her carrying the wooden box with one hand as she slowly closed the door when she entered. He gave her a small smile when she waved at him and Belle felt a gentle warmth settle on her cheeks when her eyes fell on his.

“Hi,” she whispered, Frankie’s smile widened a little as she walked to the side of the bed and handed him the box, “here it is.” she let out in contended excitement.

The box looked smaller in Frankie’s hands, she dragged the armchair close to the bed as he rested the box on his lap and opened it.

Belle sat down and Frankie looked at her, she bit her lip at his silence, he wasn’t saying a word but it wasn’t uncomfortable, he tapped on the mattress, next to him and the gesture made Belle frown slightly.

“C’mon,” he muttered, scooting slowly to make the space on the side a little bigger, “sit with–me.”

Frankie’s hands trembled on top of the open box when Belle huffed out a smile towards him and stood up from the chair; his eyes saw it like in slow-motion, the way she turned, how she slid almost gracefully and sat next to him, her hip grazing his clothed thigh ever so gently, making his skin tingle warmly, her scent traveling to his nostrils and crawling into him whether he wanted it or not, he could see her better with the light of the day making its way through the small openings of the curtains, he could look at her, study her, take her in.

Belle turned to him, with her tight-lipped smile, her olive eyes and her beauty in its entirety, she looked at him and Frankie felt the rising of three words he hadn’t said to his wife in so long. He drowned them, he almost choked in them. But he didn’t say them.

Belle felt his eyes on hers, pressing her down to the bed, keeping her grounded on earth; she had him finally close enough to recognize the features that had looked back at her emptily in all those pictures she had spent hours staring at; his soft hair, disheveled as always, the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, the curve of his nose that looked like the only strong thing that man had in his face, his patchy beard, and before she could contain herself, she reached to him.

She smiled when her hand cupped his jaw and Frankie’s eyes fell closed almost instantly; her heart wanted to crawl out of her chest as she traced the line of his beard gently and if that would’ve been possible she would’ve let it happen; his skin was surprisingly soft as his beard was soft and she had to stop herself from leaning down and kiss him.

“I want to show you something,” she whispered, sliding her hand away from his face. Frankie opened his eyes, missing her touch already as she reached to her back. Belle pulled out a folded, overtouched piece of paper out the back pocket of her jeans and held it in front of him, Frankie’s brow frowned in confusion as he reached for it and unfolded it, “and I’m holding you up to your own words.” she whispered.

Frankie’s fingers worked the piece of paper open slowly as she looked at him, it was a narrow, ripped piece of a larger sheet; he recognized his own handwriting and felt the words settle on his chest as he read them.

“I wouldn’t–expect any’thing else from–you,” he muttered, turning to look at her; Belle gave him another smile, and he handed her the piece of paper, “my last–tour,” he pointed, she nodded at him as she took it and folded it close, “we had–a ‘pregnancy–scare before I ‘left,” Belle let out a gasp that made him smile, “you’were so–young and I was an–idiot,” he scoffed, “you’were worried about having–babies un’prepared,” Frankie shrugged, looking up at her as she gazed at the box, “something about–not knowing who–you are, loosing–yourself.”

“That sounds like me.” Belle said softly, Frankie let out a short chuckle.

“So,” Frankie pointed at the box, Belle sighed, looking at him for a split second and grabbing one of the pictures, “what’s–this?”

Belle handed him a picture of him with a man she didn’t know, a short, red-headed man who looked slightly older than Frankie. He took it and smiled at the photograph.

“Jesus,” he turned to look at her, “this–is Jack, my–sponsor.”

“Okay,” Belle rummaged inside the box, “then that goes with this.” she mumbled as she took out a bronze coin and handed it to him.

“Yeah, ‘pretty much,” Frankie whispered, turning the bronze coin on his hand, “I have to–get the five–year one.” he teased in a murmur.

“What was it?” Belle asked, not knowing if she, after a year and a half of having found out the chip, was ready to even hear it.

Frankie looked at her, his eyes searched for something in her face and she reached to take his hand, she didn’t know if he felt embarrassed or maybe guilty, but what she did know, was that if her past self, the woman she had become by his side, had stayed with him after or despite the addiction, she could accept him too.

“Coke.” he muttered.

“Fuck.” Belle let out, looking away from him. Her reaction made Frankie chuckle in silence.

“I’ve–been an addict for–over fifteen years, bonita,” he explained, the endearment slipped out of his mouth by itself and he didn’t even notice, he gripped her hand to make her look back at him, she didn’t know if she wanted to ask why he did it, but she didn’t need to, “army does–things to a person,” he said, dropping his eyes to the union of their hands, “I’m–sure they ‘told–you I was delta ‘force,” Belle nodded, “there’s many things I–had to do, orders–to follow,” she looked at him as a frown made him look a decade older than he was, “that–being high helped me not ‘question it,” his eyes got lost in the space between them for a couple of seconds, and Belle didn’t know if she should’ve said something, “helped with–the ptsd.”

“Frankie,” Belle’s voice brought him back to the space and time he was in, as he was about to lose himself in the memories of a past that seemed so far away it felt like another life; he looked at her and her olive eyes ground him back into the bed he was leaning on, “why did you stop?”

“I–proposed,” he replied, taking her hand and spreading it over his, “that was–your condition.” his rough fingertip traced her empty ring finger.

“The chip says three years.” Belle whispered, more to herself than to him as she was trying to make sense of what he was telling her in her head, but Frankie heard her.

“I relapsed when–you told me–you were ‘pregnant,” he let out, scoffing to himself, Belle looked at him with a bewildered frown that made him give her a pained smile, “was a big–shock.”

“Frankie!” she gasped out, covering her mouth with her hand as Frankie tried to reassure her with a soft smile.

“I–know,” he whispered, shifting on the bed to be even closer to her, Belle didn’t know what to tell him, she didn’t know what to think, but she knew that knowing what he just told her didn’t feel good. Some part of her felt both sad and angry at him and for him in an equal matter, it was like her body remembered how it felt to know what he had done, and it was making her feel it all over again, “it was ‘just once.”

Frankie’s mind took him to that time she had found him lying on the ground, high as a hike, babbling something about not being a good father, he remembered how he even tried to reassure her that it was just once and that it wouldn’t happen again and how she had believed him against her better judgement. Everything she did with him was against her better judgement. He remembered, as Belle took his hand and played with his fingers, how she had helped him up, gotten him inside the shower and once he sobered up, told him she believed him, but that she would disappear from his life if he ever did it again.

He wanted to tell her how he had kept his promise, but something told him she already knew.

“I have more questions,” Belle whispered, reaching inside the box, Frankie huffed at how she didn’t stretch her body too much, as he was practically leaning on her. She took out another picture, one he didn’t even remember it was taken, “I know every man in this picture,” she told him, handing it to him, Frankie sighed as he looked at himself, standing in the middle of Benny and Tom, “except for him,” Belle tapped on the picture, her finger landed on top of Tom’s head and Frankie found it a little too ironic without trying it to be, “and he’s in a lot of pictures, Frankie,” he looked at her and back to the photograph he held, “Will and Benny only told me he died but never told me how or when, but if he was part of our lives I think I need to know,” Belle turned to look at him, growing aware of the distance that kept them closer than she had thought, she noticed the way Frankie’s eyes lost a bit of their shine as he looked at the picture, “was he our friend?”

He nodded, trying to order his thoughts in his mind as they came, he wanted to ask her if Will had told her anything, but if she didn’t know how he died it was evident she also didn’t know what had happened when he did.

Frankie remembered the huge fight they had when Santiago came back and offered him the reckon in Colombia, he remembered her threatening to leave if he left, the way she screamed at him like she never had done before, almost begging him to not leave her with a six month old Reni that didn’t have a regular sleeping schedule, he remembered how he tried to tell her it would be fine, they would have money and he would be fine and the dread that settled in his body as he sat on the plane and pictured himself going back to an empty home with divorce papers waiting for him on the kitchen counter.

He told her everything; as slowly as his still-damaged speech allowed him, he told her who Tom was, where did they meet, how they retired one after the other, he told her too about Santiago, even telling her about the relationship the three of them had once and how much they loved one another, to which she had to take a small break just to process it, but, as Frankie knew she would, she didn’t question anything else. He told her everything she asked him and how he came back without the money he had been promised and one less friend.

“I need a minute,” Belle’s hand slid out of his grip and she stood up from the bed, Frankie braced himself almost unconsciously, waiting for her to rightfully scream at him all over again; Belle looked at him for a moment with her brow furrowed and her mouth half opened, and she walked away from the bed towards the window, “che cazzo di problemi ha quest’uomo?” (what the fuck is wrong with this man) she whispered to herself, “che cazzo di problemi ho?” (what the fuck is wrong with me) her voice was low, her words chewed out fast, “non posso credere di averlo perdonato per una cosa del genere. Devo averlo amato” (I can’t believe I actually forgave him for something like that. I must’ve loved him) Frankie folded his arms on his chest, catching small words in the air and trying to hide his knowing smile as he got what he could hear, it wasn’t the first time she spoke her language in front of him, “was I here when you came back?” she asked, turning around to face him, he nodded.

“You–called my mom, too.” Frankie replied with a berated, tight-lipped smile.

“Good, good,” Belle nodded a few times, letting out a sigh “why did I forgive you?”

Frankie’s smile widened at her question, Belle frowned once again and walked back to the bed, he couldn’t stop himself from taking her hand and bringing her towards him, putting her palm on his chest.

“I–wonder the–same ‘thing, bonita.”

Belle sat back down, spreading her hand over his chest and looking at him, feeling all her anger disperse just by staring into his eyes. Frankie noticed the glimmer in her eyes, –one of the things about her that hadn’t changed at all– and her hidden smile, a soft curvature of her lips, only noticeable to those who looked, only noticeable to him.

“Why did we fall in love?” she whispered, Frankie saw her olive eyes get filled with tears as Belle felt the way his heart started racing in his chest.

If he was a poet, he would most likely reply with some verse describing fate, destiny and the cosmos; he would describe to her the similarities and differences they shared, or maybe he would tell her about soulmates, if such a thing existed.

But he wasn’t a poet, he was just a broken man with a broken body and a broken voice; he was just a veteran who had made many mistakes for two lifetimes to deserve something as nice, someone as perfect as the woman who was looking at him like he had glued the moon to the sky.

“I have–no idea,” he whispered instead with a shrug of his shoulders, reaching to her cheek to brush off the tear that had escaped her eye. Belle didn’t know why she was crying, she felt the need to do it rise from the deepest corner of her body; his touch was soft, an ever so gentle caress of rough fingerprints on her skin, she felt herself shaking, like her body was trying to tell her something, like she was about to erupt, “but I’m ‘really–glad we did.”

Frankie took her hand that rested on his chest and brought it to his mouth; he left a kiss on the back of her hand while telling her with his eyes what the gesture meant.

I love you, I love you.

Belle smiled at him through the tears, nodding slowly as the brush of his dry lips sent electric shocks all around her body.

She recognized it, she felt it, she knew what it meant.

Her body knew him when her mind didn’t, her body loved him too.

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