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eupheme · 16 days

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— into the fire

[series masterlist]

cooper howard / the ghoul x f!reader

rated e - 1.6k

Tags: dubcon, power dynamics, vault dweller!reader, bounty hunting, pwp, restraints, sex for favors, rough oral (m rec.), 2 seconds of boot riding, flashbacks, sorta implied mutual pining, threatening with a gun, light degredation, spitting

a/n: please mind the tags! 💕 I heard him say ‘sweetheart’ (derogatory) and I was a goner. (Cooper is referred to as The Ghoul because I felt like he sure as hell wouldn’t have given Reader his name yet.)

“Been a long time since I’ve had mouth as sweet as yours.”

His tone then grows sharp, as the metal digs into your skin, “Don’t make me regret it.”

(Or - when you’re captured for a bounty, you make a deal.)

Your knees sink dig into the ground, with the downward gesture of his finger.

Eyes tracking the hand that now wraps around his belt buckle, then up to the tongue that traps between parted teeth.

No more than a week ago, he had lasso’d a rope around your throat. Bringing you to the ground - his weight of his hips pinning you solidly against the earth.

“There’s a bounty out for a Vaultie like you.,” The Ghoul had growled, as you bucked uselessly against him. “You know that?”

The days since were spent leashed by his side - almost like a pet, with the way he kept a handle on the rope twined tightly around your wrists.

Making you walk ahead, a sharp tug that sent you stumbling if you wandered too far.

All the while, you still felt that gaze that slipped over you.

Dipping with the zipper that had dragged down, pinched between fumbling fingers. Just wanting to feel the breeze against your skin - luxury you never had in the Vault. It lingered where the sweat beaded, nestled down in the shadow between your breasts.

If he needed permission to want you, you’d give it to him.

“You can use me,” You had told him - desperate, one night. “Whatever you want. Please, I can’t go back.”

“You best think twice about what you’re offerin’, sweetheart.” The Ghoul has rasped. A tilt of his head, as his eyes dragged over you.

You let them, your own eyes wandering as well. Across gaunt eyes and roughened skin, trying to piece together the man beneath.

Picking up on tiny things in the days that followed. Clinking spurs, his accent - akin to old programs they used to show back at your Vault. Hints that he’s been around a long, long time.

The Ghoul was terrifying in a way that thrilled you. You’d never seen someone move like he did, drawing faster than you could blink. A nightmare shrouded in a tattered leather coat, moving like a ghost.

He could rip your throat out with his bare teeth.

But he hadn’t.

You hadn’t had much to bargain with but you begin think even if you had caps - you might have ended up right here anyways.

But he hadn’t made a move to touch you.

Not until today, when your packaged water had run dry.

Until he saw the way you eyed him, envious. Another ten miles of desert road ahead, the sun following you from above and your throat growing drier with each one.

“You want some?” He asked, letting you watch the bead of water that rolled down his chin. “Then I think you know what you need to do, sweetheart.”

He’s collecting on your offer, now.

Adjusting himself, under the shadow of a crumbling building. Your thighs parting as you find your balance, fists pressing into uneven ground. The rope tied around fixed firmly under the heel of his boot, leaving you unable to use them in a manner you’d like.

The Ghoul’s hat shields his eyes, but he can’t hide the curve of his cock against his pants - the interested twitch, when he frees himself.

“Don’t get shy on me, now.” He clicks his tongue, fingers wrapped around the base, “This was your idea, after all.”

There’s a warmth pooling in your belly, as you shuffle closer. The part of your lips, the peek of your tongue against the tip.

It’s much like the rest of him. Pulled-tight pink skin, roughened and wrinkled divots. Velvety and warm, as you take him into your mouth and suck.

He swells, as your lips wrap around him. As he inches deeper, with the shallow bob of your head. Heavy against your tongue, it’s not long at all before he’s fully hard.

You try to take more, struggling with your limited balance, the full size of him. Teeth scraping against skin, when his hand twists in your hair.

There’s a ragged groan rattling in his throat - then there’s the cool press of a muzzle against your cheek, the low growling drawl of his voice.

“Been a long time since I’ve had mouth as sweet as yours.”

His tone then grows sharp, as the metal digs into your skin, “Don’t make me regret it.”

Your heartbeat thuds beneath your ribs. His message clear - fuck around, use your teeth on him, and you won’t live long enough to find out.

You don’t test him. His grip lingers, until you go loose. Eyes lifting to meet his, letting him guide you.

The tightness in him unknots as well, when you let him into your throat. A low grunt, risking a glance down to see how well you take him - an unconscious buck of his hips into your waiting mouth.

“Not even two weeks out and you’re already sucking cock,” He grits out, “So fucking eager to do it, too. You like ghouls sweetheart? Or just me?”

His voice rips into you, sending your nerves alight. He leaks against your tongue as you trace the rough skin, unable to help groaning.

“Fuck,” The Ghoul growls, “Just mine. Let me hear you say it.”

His grip loosens, pulling himself from you. Spit clinging from the head of his cock to your lips as you swallow. A hand pinching at your chin, forcing your face to stay tipped up to his as you answer.

“Just yours.”

“Good,” He thumbs at your chin until you open again, tongue waiting against your lip. Filling you slowly this time, until he’s nudging against the back of your throat. Tears prick at your eyes, as you try not to gag around him.

The slow saw of his hips picks up. It’s difficult without your hands - messy, with the way he uses you. Though there’s something about it that itches at you, deep inside.

Something that makes the tight Vault Suit feel even more constricting. More than aware of the dampness that pools between your thighs. How the sound of his groans, the tight tug of your hair in his fist makes you clench.

It’s has your thighs pressing together, as he fucks your mouth. A shift of your wrists so you can press the back of your hand against your center - easing some of the ache.

The pull of the rope beneath his boot has his eyes flicking further downwards. A cruel smile, when he sees.

“Getting off on this, sweetheart?”

You whine, and the smile widens.

“Filthy thing, aren’t you?” He drawls, with the shift of his thighs. The other boot knocks against your wrists to move them, before fitting it between your thighs. Nudging against your center, giving you something to grind against.

It’s not enough, but you both knew it wouldn’t be.

It would be too kind, otherwise. And he’s shown that he’s sure as hell not nice.

A tear tracks down your cheek with the steady roll of his hips, your nose brushing hot skin with each thrust.

Your eyes shut - mindless, a soft buzz in your throat as you moan around him. Focused on his breath, how it grows short and panting and ragged.

Until he’s pulling himself from you with a grunt, his fist wrapping around his length.

“Unzip, darlin’.” He growls, as he works himself, “As much as I’d love to fully use that pretty mouth of yours, I ain’t about to share my RadAway.”

It takes you a second to catch the zipper on your Vault Suit, dragging it down. From your sternum to your abdomen - revealing the worn, white cotton of your bra, the inches of smooth skin beneath.

A hand frees from his grip in your hair. Touching you again, yanking at your suit and bra until it bares the tight peaks of your nipples.

“Goddamn,” He growls, “Just look at you. Bet you’re nice and messy beneath that suit.”

Fingers cup the weight, before he’s pinching down. Eliciting a soft moan, as his eyes sweep across your face - soft and half-lidded as you watch him.

“Should’ve just fucked you. Would’ve taken me so well, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” You breathe - imagining it. Bent over one of the broken tables inside. His cock buried in your cunt instead of your mouth.

The moan he makes sounds feral - bitten back between clenched teeth. His other hand sliding to wrap around the back of your neck, holding you in place as his fist tightens.

“Look at me,” The Ghoul commands, and you do. Meeting his gaze with pupils that are blown wide, watching how pretty and ruined you look as he comes.

His groan is long and low as he spills across your cheek. The next against your lips, then chin. The jerk of his fist working himself empty across your breasts, until you’re marked thoroughly with him.

Smeared sticky against your skin, leaving you empty and aching as he admires his work. A whine when The Ghoul tucks himself away, his hat tipped down low again.

“Oh,” He mocks, “You think I forgot?”

For the briefest moment, you think he means to touch you. To ease your need - or offer something to clean yourself with - but instead he’s pulling the canteen from his bag.

“Open.” He commands, before he’s taking the last remaining pull.

The protest is caught, as his hand grips your cheeks. As your lips part, like he told you to.

His jaw rolls, pooling the water against his tongue. And with the dip of his head - he spits.

This time, you swallow.

Nothing more was said, after. A cut-up scrap of cloth from his pack, tossed at you. He still clings to your skin, beneath the suit.

But as you start traveling again - as a crop of building rise up along the horizon in the north, that you realize -

You’re pretty certain the path has changed.

ahh I just finished Fallout! What did you all think?? I loved it, and I can’t see what they do with Cooper’s arc in s2 (and of course everyone’s, I loved Lucy as well!) (And would love to know what you thought about this, as well! I have thoughts on a follow-up if there’s interest!) 💖

#he’s so MEAN I loved his character #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #fallout smut #fallout series #fallout #amazon fallout

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navybrat817 · 7 months

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Within You

Pairing: Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky shows a different side of himself when you venture into a corn maze. Word Count: Over 3.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, DUBCON, unprotected vaginal sex, semi-public, breeding kink, spooky vibes, established relationship, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Welcome to Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Special thanks to @ghotifishreads who suggested soft!dark Bucky with a breeding kink and @tumblin-theworldaway for listening to me (s)cream about this. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @vonalyn , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was your first Autumn with Bucky. The two of you had been dating for less than a year, but you were completely enamored with him. Not only was he doting and smart, but he was a man who made your heart flutter in your chest whenever he looked your way. Even thinking about him sets your heart ablaze. He was the one for you.

“Come on,” you smiled as you took his hand and pulled him toward the pumpkin patch entrance.

The two of you took turns regarding date nights and outings. Today, you chose a pumpkin patch. You told him it wouldn’t feel like Fall if you didn’t go and listed off the fun things to do. There was a hayride, pumpkins and apples to pick, a corn maze, and much more. He obliged since he knew it would make you happy. He even gave you a small smile when you told him the website claimed that the maze was tricky, but you knew he’d find his way out easily.

You stopped and inhaled the cool air, the scent of warm apple cider drifting your way from the stand nearby. The temperature dropped just enough that you were comfortable in a sweater and the sun peeked out through the clouds to greet you. It wasn't overly crowded and it was the perfect weather. Even better because you had the perfect man by your side.

It was going to be a good day.

“Where should we start?” You asked, smiling when a small group of kids headed toward one of the tractors. “Hayride? Pick a pumpkin to carve later?”

“Where do you want to start?” Bucky replied, a small breeze blowing some of his dark brown hair back.

Your answer died in your throat as you gazed at him. His hair was the third thing you noticed about him, long enough that it almost touched his shoulders and soft to the touch. You loved running your fingers through it, whether it was to soothe him and pull it when he was between your thighs. The second thing you took notice of was the massive size of your now boyfriend. Over 6’4” with broad shoulders, a puffed out chest, and thighs made for riding, he intimated most while he excited you.

His cool blue eyes, of course, were the first thing. Gazing into them was like swimming in a private sea, ready to ride a gentle wave or get swept away in a storm depending on his mood. You could handle the entire range of emotions because you were his girl. It was that simple.

“You’re staring, doll,” he smiled, your cheeks warm at being caught. If any other guy called you "doll", it would've sounded silly. It was endearing coming from him.

“Well, I can't help it. You’re gorgeous,” you said.

“You are gorgeous,” he argued, the compliment sending more heat to your cheeks.

“You said that this morning,” you teased. The two of you moved in together recently and you had a hard time getting out of bed some days. Waking up beside him was like a dream, but it was your reality.

“And I'll say it again,” he smiled before a girl stopped in front of the two of you with a tray.

“Hi,” she greeted with an ear-to-ear smile. “Would either of you care for a sample of cider? We have warm and chilled.”

“Ooh,” you smiled, glancing between the cups. You loved apple cider. “I'll take warm, please.”

“Same. Thanks,” Bucky said, selecting cups for each of you. He blew on his before he drank it, a weird look crossing his face as he swallowed. “Is something on the bottom of my cup?”

“Nothing on mine,” you said, glancing at his cup once you tried your cider. “I think it's a sticker. Is it a cauldron?”

“Oh! You got the lucky, special sample!” the girl grinned as you and Bucky shared a confused look. She balanced the tray in one hand as she handed your boyfriend an orange coupon and took the empty cups from you. “Free cider for two. Enjoy!”

“Thanks,” Bucky said before she went to give samples to others.

“Lucky guy,” you smiled, raising an eyebrow as he slowly licked his lips. “You okay?”

He blinked and nodded. “Yeah. Was just warmer than I expected.”

“You didn't burn your tongue, did you?”

“No, but you should massage your tongue with mine anyway,” he half joked.

You smiled and nodded toward the maze. “Why don’t we check that out first?”

“So, you’d rather check out a maze instead of soothing your boyfriend's tongue?”

You giggled as you made your way to the start, grabbing a small sheet of paper. There were different sets of “animal tracks” to find throughout the maze. Anyone who found them all got a prize. “Why check out a maze when I can check you out?” You asked, unable to keep a straight face. “That was cheesy.”

“It wasn’t cheesy,” he said before his smile widened. “It was corny.”

“Oh, my god,” you laughed more. One thing about your boyfriend, he could always bring a smile to your face. “You think you’re so…”

A little boy ran out of the maze with a smile before he lost his footing and pitched forward, his sheet of paper floating to the ground as it flew from his hand. You rushed over to help when he began to cry, carefully helping the poor child sit up. “Ouch,” he sniffled.

“Hey. You okay?” you gently asked, making sure to keep your demeanor calm as you brushed some of the dirt away. You also grabbed his sheet before it could blow away. “Can you tell me where it hurts?”

He wiped his face and pointed to his knee once he rolled up his pant leg. “Right here.”

“Okay. Let’s take a look,” you nodded as Bucky joined you, crouching down on the other side of the boy. He looked worried, too. Minus the small scrape, he looked fine overall. “Poor little guy. Scrapes are no fun. But you know what? You’re a strong little boy.”

“I am?” he asked in a small voice.

“Yeah. Very strong,” Bucky agreed. "My girl wouldn't lie to you."

It was sweet how he spoke of you. “And you found all the animals, so you get a prize,” you smiled, showing him his paper where all of them were shaded. “You’re strong and smart,” you added, which brought a smile to his face, too.

“Timmy!” a woman shouted as she jogged out to the maze. “I told you not to run off. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he replied, taking your hand so you could get him to his feet. “Hurts, but I’m strong and smart.”

Timmy’s mom bent down to inspect his knee herself before she gave you a relieved smile. “Thank you for helping him. How can I repay you?”

“That's not necessary. We're glad we could help,” you said, making sure he had his sheet. “You enjoy your prize and listen to your mom, okay?”

“Okay,” he nodded, waving as he went with his mom. “Thanks!”

“Cute little guy,” you smiled as Bucky slowly stood up. Your boyfriend had a few expressions that you were used to seeing, but you couldn’t read the current look he gave you. It was as if he was seeing you in a different light. “What?”

“Why haven't I knocked you up yet?"

You opened your mouth to say something, a feverish and unexpected heat moving through your body. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard what I said,” he said, his piercing gaze rooting you to the spot. “Just wondering why I haven't."

Though you knew Bucky was the man for you, the topic of kids hadn’t come up much. Partially because you hadn’t been together a year yet. Wouldn’t it be too soon to have a little one running around when you weren’t even engaged? Not that the two of you had to get married to have kids.

Maybe him seeing me comfort Timmy brought it to the front of his mind.

“I don’t know, Bucky. Why haven’t you knocked me up yet?” you teased. You almost shrank under his gaze a moment later when he didn’t laugh or crack a smile.

“Maybe I should. We can go home and get started right now,” he said. There was no hint of a joke in his tone. “This would be a fun place to bring our kids one day. Don't you think?"

“Why don’t we talk about it after the maze?”

He looked hurt for a split second and you almost assured you weren’t blowing him off. You wouldn't do that. It was merely a serious talk for another time. “Sure. After the maze,” he agreed, taking your hand as you made your way back over.

A chill ran down your spine when you walked through the entrance. It was strange. You weren’t afraid, especially since it wasn’t dark outside. So where did the unexpected chill come from?

“You okay?” Bucky asked, his voice a little rougher than usual as his grip tightened on your hand. Did he feel weird being in here, too? “I didn't freak you out, did I?”

“I'm fine and you didn't freak me out. You know you can tell me anything,” you replied, shaking it off the chill as the two of you began to walk through. The maze took up almost a third of the entire place, the stalks high enough that neither of you could see over them. “I think we should find the werewolf tracks first. Because they're one of your favorite animals.”

Before you could turn right down one of the paths, he brought his mouth close to your face. “That and I wouldn’t mind sinking my teeth in and leaving my mark on you.”

The breath rushed out of your lungs when you turned your head and caught the darkness in his eyes. His pupils were larger than normal as he stepped closer, almost backing you into the corn. “Is that right?”

“And you’ll let me,” he said, your heart racing as he leaned in. His kisses stole the breath from your lungs and your eyes slipped shut just before his lips touched yours. “Won’t you?”

“After we find the first set of tracks,” you whispered, pressing your hands to his chest so he’d back away.

He didn’t budge.

“Seriously, doll. Why haven’t I knocked you up yet?”

This again?

“I thought we were going to talk about that after we got out of here,” you reminded him, stepping to the side to go further down the path. “Where is this coming from anyway?”

“Been thinking about it for some time. I just haven’t said so,” he answered as he followed close behind. Was he afraid to say something before because it was too soon? That admitting it would scare you off? “Now that I'm talking about it, I can't stop.”

You were tempted to make a joke that there was something in his special cider sample making him talk. “You're serious about this?”

“You moved in with me. We love each other. I want a life with you. Of course, I'm serious.”

Glancing over your shoulder to find him watching you, you couldn’t help but smile. “I love you, too, Bucky,” you promised before you focused on the path again. You weren’t sure just how far the two of you had walked through. “But something like that is-”

You shrieked when Bucky spun you around by the shoulder, a wild look in his eyes before his mouth met yours in a persistent kiss. Compelling desire moved through you, but it didn’t matter how much you wanted him. The two of you were still in public. There were families around.

This wasn’t the time or place for this.

He broke the kiss before he shoved you almost painfully to your knees. He was never that forceful. “I’ll lose my mind if I’m not inside you.”

“Bucky, what the hell?!” you asked as he moved behind you and dropped to his knees, too. He yanked your pants and underwear down before you could stop him. Did you want to stop him? “We’re in a maze. What if someone catches us?”

He scoffed as he pushed you forward, forcing you to brace yourself with your hands. The cool breeze touched your exposed pussy, sending another chill down your spine. “You think I care if anyone catches us? I need you and they can’t stop me. They'll see that you're mine.”

The corn seemed to move in closer as you heard him unbuckle his belt, as if to give you some privacy. It had to be your mind playing tricks on you. “I'm already yours. Can you just slow down for a second?”

“I’m sorry, doll,” he swore, clamping a heavy hand over your mouth. “I’m tired of waiting.”

Bucky sheathed you in one hard thrust, your cry smothered by his hand. You admitted to him once that he was the largest you’d ever had, which he both loved and hated. While it made him feel good that your ex-boyfriends weren’t as big as him, could never stretch you the way he could, he hated thinking of anyone else being inside you. He liked to remind you that no one else ever would be. And because of his size, he usually took great care in prepping you.

His need must’ve clouded him, the burn from the stretch more intense than usual.

“I’m sorry, doll. I don't know what's come over me. I can’t help myself,” he apologized again as if he sensed your discomfort, your cunt gripping his cock like a vice as you breathed through your nose. “But it’s okay. I’ll make you feel good. Just take me.”

You whined as he nearly pulled out completely and shoved himself back in as deep as he could go. That was your only warning before he set a steady pace, your hands fisting the dirt and your ears ringing as blood surged through your veins. It wasn’t long before your wetness coated his cock, the burn fading to pleasure from the friction. He fucked you before, but it was nothing like this. Bucky was like a man possessed. No, not even a man. More like a wild animal rutting into you, claiming you.

Where anyone could stumble along and find you.

“So soft. So warm,” he groaned, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck. “So fucking good.”

You tried to push yourself higher on your hands and knees for better support, but the force of his thrusts surged you forward. Removing his hand from your mouth, he placed it on the back of your neck as your cheek hit the dirt. The hold gave him leverage to fuck you deeper with your ass in the air. The soil felt cool in contrast to the hot palm against your skin.

“Better keep quiet,” he warned you, even as the angle sparked ecstasy within you. All you could do was bite your lip to try and keep the sounds in as much as possible. “Or do you want someone to catch me breeding you?”

“What?” you gasped, unable to lift your head as a new sensation hit you.

“You heard me,” he growled, draping himself over your back and maintaining his harsh pace as he breathed against your ear. “Gonna breed you. Gonna fucking drown your womb with my seed. ‘Cause you’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”

The sweet doting boyfriend you were used to was nowhere to be found as his cock wrecked your cunt. Was there something unexplainable causing him to act this way or had he been holding back? You would question him later. For now, you could only go limp as he fucked you into the dirt with vigor. And it felt good. You couldn't deny it.

“Gonna be so full of me. Fuck, you’ll look so beautiful carrying my baby,” he grunted, barely able to make out his words his thrusts increased in speed and strength. The slap of skin on skin filled the air and you almost had to cover your mouth yourself to stop your mewls. “Your belly round. Your tits nice and full. Might keep you knocked up so you remember who you belong to.”

The image of Bucky with his hand on your belly filled your mind, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure down to your toes. “I can’t take it, Bucky,” you gasped, even as you felt the tug of your building climax ready to snap. “It’s too much.”

With a deceptively soft kiss to your neck, followed by a small nuzzle, Bucky let out a deep moan. “You can take it. You always do ‘cause you’re mine. My good girl,” he rambled on as you whined, the wet slide of your pussy squeezing him tighter as you got closer. “Need to pump you full. Need your cunt to milk every drop from me. You want it. I know it. Come.”

You couldn’t hold on any longer, your fingers curling in the dirt again as you came with a cry. You were overwhelmed by the pure bliss, shocked at just how powerful your orgasm was. He hadn’t teased your clit, yet you gushed around him like he had. The squelching sound blended in with your whimpers as he fucked you through it.

Maybe you liked the idea of him breeding you more than you realized.

“That’s it, doll,” he groaned as he chased his release. “Take it. Every. Fucking. Drop.”

Bucky's rhythm faltered as his cock pulsed, spilling inside you with a growl. He kept his hips flush against yours as he breathed raggedly against your neck, keeping your bodies joined together for as long as he could. He didn’t move until he began to soften, making a whimper spill from your lips when he pulled out of you. His fingers quickly replaced his cock to keep his spend from sliding out of you.

“You okay, doll?” he asked, his voice still a touch of gruff mixed with softness. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

“Mmm,” was the only response you could give him.

It was like a switch had gone off as he helped you up, keeping you from collapsing as he got your underwear and pants up. He wiped as much of the dirt away with his hands as he could, softness in his eyes once again. Minus his disheveled hair, he looked fine. Like he hadn't just fucked you in the corn maze.

You two were lucky you hadn't gotten caught.

He hugged you as close as he could while you tried to make sense of his behavior. Whatever raging beast was inside him was satisfied for the time being. But what came over him?

Large hands framed your face as you tried to get your shaking under control. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” you mumbled.

“I’ll draw us a bath when we get home, okay? Get you cleaned up and make sure you aren't too sore,” he offered with a tender kiss to your lips. “After I throw out your birth control pills. You won’t need those anymore.”

So, how are we feeling? What do we think? Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

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ultimate-chickennougat · 2 months

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| Your Salaryman Husband | (Vol 2)

Vol 1 (not required) Vol 3 Vol 4 Vol 5 Vol 6 Vol 7 Vol 8 Vol 9

Salaryman!Kento x Housewife!Reader;

Waking up with Kento Nanami...

Word Count: 1.2k

CW: SFW, domestic fluff, fem!Reader, Nanami's shirtless (nondescriptive)

A/n: I hope to make a 3rd volume soon... this was so fun to write!

There was something so peaceful about the morning. Since marriage, life was full of excitement and pleasures big and small. Former causes of stress had been lifted off your shoulders, all by the love of your life, your dear husband Nanami - something that you would always be grateful for.

To say that the provided comfort was reciprocated, was certainly believed by Nanami. His disposition on work remained unchanged since you first met, and you had remained his most precious thought, making every troublesome day worth it and fade away.

Instead, it was only time that still lingered, the tick of a clock and rise and fall of the sun being your constant reminders. In the end, life is short, something that both you and Nanami understood and dreaded.

That was the reason for sleeping in that morning, in Nanami’s eyes. He knew you were both sore and tired from the day before, and it was only right that the two of you got some much needed time together, as newlyweds.

Sunlight had started to pour into the room through the large windows, decorating the dressers and chairs away from the bed. It was a sight to behold, the precious space that the two of you decorated together, and of course the face of you, sleeping softly in his arms.

He couldn’t help but smile at the thought that crossed his mind, closing his eyes. Though he could spend hours listing everything he loved about you, there was one that was particularly apparent at that moment.

Your heat.

The warm radiating heat of your body, covered in blankets after long hours of sleeping. It was such a wonderful contrast to the coolness from the night before, after you took a quick shower and hopped into bed, clean as you preferred. Feeling cold as usual, you had snuggled in close to his arms as he spooned you, hand resting on your stomach as you drifted off to sleep.

Now, you were the warm one, and Nanami wouldn’t have it any other way. It was addictive, having your heated squishy form pressed against him when he woke up. In fact, he woke up early every day, just to enjoy that without missing work.

To get started on the day's tasks, you had to wake up early as well. Nanami left for work promptly at 8:30 AM each morning, and his breakfast and lunch had to be prepared, as well as his outfit and things. Now, this didn’t take nearly as much time as was provided by waking up at 5:30, and the intention of course was so he could sleep in, but that didn’t happen, and in fact it never did.

Something about it being important for Nanami to wake his wife up, with kisses of course, was still floating around in his brain after two months of sleeping in the same bed. He got a good 7 hours of sleep anyway, and dreaming of you still wasn’t as good as the real thing.

Moving even closer to you, he started his little routine. His arms wrapped around your torso, as he gripped the pink nightgown you had on. Placing his head near your shoulder, he carefully kissed your ear, hearing small murmurs from you.

“Good morning, my cute little wife,” he smiled, kissing your jaw next as you stirred. His breathing got heavier as he felt your hands move to his. “Have I ever told you how much I love you, Y/n?” his head moved down to kiss your shoulder, and then your nose as you held onto his wrist.

You were so perfect, laying with him on your side. Surely you were tired, waking up early every morning when you could sleep in. That was why he had to do it, to wake you up himself and make it as enjoyable as possible. To have his voice be the first thing you hear every day, and to get to inform you of his love, even before you got to work. Of course he enjoyed this as well, another sight that only he has ever seen.

“Kento…” you murmured, finally awake. This time he pulled you closer to him, lazily throwing his leg over yours and turning your face to make eye contact. “Yes dear?” he whispered back, kissing your forehead. “I love you…” you mumbled incoherently, still half asleep, as you started kicking the blankets off, overheating.

He kissed the top of your head, next. “You’re so warm…” he replied, squeezing you tighter. “I love it,” he couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you squirmed, his words making you feel butterflies. “It’s too early in the morning for that…” you whined, trying to turn away from him, but he stopped you with another kiss. This time, to your lips.

It was sweet and short, only a few moments passing before he pulled away. “You’re right, my apologies,” he gave you another kiss on the nose. “I’ll save the compliments for later.” You blushed, silently enjoying his groggy voice. It was deep and rough, his tiredness was evident with every word - and you loved the sound.

“Darling, I should get up now.” You stated, starting to untangle yourself from his grip, but in response it only got tighter. Your eyes were wide, starting to feel awake. “Is it that late already?” He asked, rubbing your stomach lightly, as if he wasn’t the one with the watch.

He pulled you over to face him, holding you in a hug. Your face pressed against his bare chest, an evident blush covering your face as he kissed your head again. The lack of clothing kept him cool, making it incredibly comfortable in the morning.

He tilted your head up, meeting your eyes. “Just a few more minutes, I’m tired,” he chuckled, feeling as you pushed him away. “Okay just a few more… or else your breakfast won’t be ready,” you groaned at the thought. His lunch could be put together with leftovers in the fridge, and of course he wouldn’t complain, but all the fresh fruit you had picked up the store would go to waste if it wasn’t used up.

It felt like eternity wrapped in his arms, hearing his deep and slow breaths, the sound of his heart beating, and feeling the rise and fall of his chest as you laid your head on it.

So much so that you didn’t realize it had only been thirty minutes by the time you worked up the will to ask.

“Darling?” You spoke softly, reaching up to give him a kiss yourself. “It’s 6:08, if you’re curious.” He responded, seeing you stare at his wrist. “Thank you, for this.” He pressed his lips onto yours, still just briefly, finally allowing you to get up. The downside to this morning arrangement, in Nanami’s opinion, was that he was awake. You took care of everything he needed to do in the morning, brewing his much needed cup of coffee and picking out his clothing, so that all he had to do was get up and move around, saving his energy for work. But what was the point of being laying in bed when you were gone?

You pushed the covers off your legs, quickly standing up off the bed as to not get drawn back in. Nanami sat up as well, resting against the headboard. Luckily, he still had the view of you rummaging through his closet, still all tired and in your nightgown, asking him sweetly about his activities for that day to choose the perfect tie.

Now he was definitely not going back to sleep.

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fan-fantasies · 11 months

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Pray for Forgiveness

A/N: this could be read as a part two of Do You Jest or as a stand alone piece. It’s really just porn without much plot 😬

Pairing: Aemond x fem!reader

Warnings: slight dub-con because Aemond does a little convincing, fingering, breeding kink, “just the tip”, p in v, surprise creampie

Part One

“Aemond… Aemond you must leave before someone catches us,” you whined from beneath your betrothed.

“Everyone is asleep, my love. No one will catch us,” he reassured you.

His hands continued to roam your body underneath your night dress. This was not the first time you had found yourself in this predicament with Aemond since you alerted him to your engagement. It was as if he had gone feral knowing you were to be solely his. You both pushed your limits without completely tarnishing your virtue.

“You must return to your chambers and we can continue this tomorrow once we are man and wife,” you sighed, his teeth grazing the pulse in your throat.

“I’ve told you time and time again, you already are my wife in my mind,” he chuckled.

His hips were grinding against yours and your resolve was crumbling.

“Aem…I need…”

“What, my love? Tell me what you need,” he said, his hand already inching toward your center.

“Do not tease,” you cried.

“I told you, you have no idea what teasing is,” he chuckled darkly.

“Touch me, love. I need you to touch me here,” you said as you took his hand and guided it over your bare cunt.

“I could just wait until tomorrow,” he said, grazing his fingers over your slick folds. “Surely, if I must wait then so should you.”

You tried to move your hips to get more friction but he wouldn’t allow it. He just smirked at you as you struggled.

“Perhaps…perhaps we can do a little more. Just a bit!” You hurried.

“Is that so?”

“I want to feel you, my love.”

“Feel me how?” He asked, trying his best not to ravage you completely.

“If you’re going to tease me, tease me with your cock.”

Aemond was taken back by your bold words, but he quickly released himself from his pants. He slid his cock between your folds, sending a jolt through your body every time he slid over your clit.

“I cannot wait to worship your body properly every night,” he grunted. “You will make such a sweet little wife for me. I will fill you time and time again until you are full with my heir.”

“Please,” you whimpered quietly.

“Do you like that? You want me to fill you with my seed until you swell with our child?” His eye widened as you nodded and it took all his resolve not to sink his cock into you.

“I need more,” you whined.

His pace quickened and the head of his cock caught on your entrance with each pass. It would be so easy to just…

He sunk the head between your folds, barely breaking past your barrier. You let out a gasp and bucked your hips.

“Aemond…we can’t! Not yet,” you sighed.

“You feel so warm around me, my love. I can tell you were made for me by the gods,” he grunted. His fingers found your clit and rubbed circles, sending sparks flying throughout your body.

“I’m so close!” You warned. Your walls began to flutter around him as your orgasm washed over you. Aemond lost all resolve when he felt you come undone around him and plunged himself into you completely, his seed flooding your depths as your name fell from his lips.

“I could not help myself,” he said as he stilled inside you.

“We will pray for forgiveness,” you said as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“If that is the case, I suppose we should sin some more to make it worth it,” he chuckled. He pulled out of you slightly before fucking his seed back into you.

“Aemond!” You squealed, your walls too sensitive from your first orgasm.

“I plan on keeping you full of me until we are wed in the morrow,” he said.

Aemond was a man true to his word, fucking you over and over until the sun broke the horizon and he snuck from your chambers back to his own.

The two of you were wed before the day was over, happily in front of your families and the kingdom. Aemond couldn’t help but smirk as he watched the way your steps wobbled as you walked down the aisle.

He had prayed for forgiveness before the ceremony, as did you, and he could not wait to finally take you as his wife and no longer have reason to ask for forgiveness as he ravaged your body night after night.

#Aemond x reader smut #Aemond x reader #Aemond Targaryen smut #Aemond Targaryen #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #ewan mitchell smut

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Shy!Reader being an absolute clingiest baby ever.

She tightly holds onto Lumberjack! Henry's Tshirt while she's asleep, never lets him go away even in deep sleep 🥹

Mine, Mine and Mine

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x pregnant!Reader

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“Baby bun what’s wrong? Wanna tell daddy what’s wrong?” Henry cooed using his newfound nickname, ever since he managed to knock his wife up, with twins. His hand settled underneath the white vest she was wearing, drumming gently on top of her enlarged stomach as she whined and whimpered; nuzzling her head into his big burly chest.

Turning her body sideways, she cuddled into her husband as best as possible, his hand moving from her stomach to gently rubbing over her ass after-all her lower half was completely bare. Bar a pair of blue fluffy Christmas socks from months ago. Henry absolutely loved when his sugar cube would turn to mush, wanting nothing more than to be held and smothered with love and affection, just like him sometimes

“I-I missed y-you” She whined kissing up his neck, even sucking a few small love-bites on all her favourite places on his neck, her eyes all big and her lips puckered already begging him for one of their routine kissies. Henry could already feel his cock twitch at the mere desperation she was showing, her hands fisting his shirt tightly, her legs intertwined with his as she tried her best to reach up and kiss his lips. “Aww is my baby butt, feeling all whiney and needy, God pregnancy just makes you that much more adorable”

“J-just kiss me already, p-please?” She wiggled frustratingly before humming in satisfaction as Henry leant down and fully planted his lips on hers, his thick wet tongue parting her lips and mingling with hers, their kiss turning slobbery and wet within seconds. Y/n’s giggles filled the room as she squealed each time he’d nibble on her lips, clearly enjoying the attention she was getting from her grump of a husband, who undeniably loved her attention too.

“Mm so tasty honey” Henry teased pecking her lips one more time before pulling away with a large smacking sound, Y/n’s eyes all dazed and hazy as she laid she head back onto her pillow happily; nuzzling her head into it cutely as her body shuffled closer to Henry’s (if that was even possible from how close they already were)

“S-sorry if i’m a bit n-needy Hen” She whispered tracing his nose bridge, smiling gently as he playfully bit her finger and wouldn’t let it go like a wild animal. “Don’t you ever apologise for makin’ me feel loved sugar butt, I need you as much as you need me, and these mini sugar cubes in here is proof of that” He replied kissing two fingers before pressing it onto the top of her stomach affectionately; Y/n’s heart instantly warmed and she swore she felt literal butterflies at the pit of her stomach, or was that just the twins giggling for her?

“Now come on it’s nearly two am, if you wanna sunbathe at the beach I told ya about, then get to sleep mama” He chuckled watching as her eyelids started to blink more, a sign her fatigue was starting to catch up to her, her fists still holding onto his shirt, not letting him go once through the night. He was her anchor and he was her home 🫶

—————- The Next day

“W-wait I need you t-to do my back” Y/n smiled passing Henry her coconut scented sunscreen, feeling him undo the knot of her bikini top, without worry as this was a private beach Henry had discovered himself a while ago on one of his trips out of town.

“You sure the girls don’t need any sunscreen too sweetheart?” Henry smirked nodding towards her larger breasts as he peeked over her shoulder, his hands settled under the triangles of the bikini as he kneaded at the soft warm flesh of his precious wife. Who could do nothing but lean back into his chest, succumbing to his touch and love, while the warm sun shone down on them both.

“H-hey now they need some, d-daddy” Y/n laughed pushing his hands down to her stomach, letting his hands massage over the stretched skin lovingly while he kissed her shoulders and her temple. A few more weeks and his daughter and son would arrive, the new additions to the Cavill family

Now that Y/n was nearing the end of her pregnancy, sex for the extremely active couple had become more uncomfortable, for Y/n’s end; for Henry on the other hand that man could have fucked her for weeks straight, but of course her comfort and happiness always comes first. Slowly he inched his hand down towards her bikini bottoms, watching her reaction from the side as she did nothing to stop him, simply letting her head lawl back onto his shoulder as if she was simply resting her eyes under their umbrella.

He held back a growl feeling the nestle of pubes surrounded her pussy lips which were slick, puffy and warm; practically his favourite place in the world. With one arm wrapped around the underneath of her stomach, he shifted her up a bit onto his chest, letting his fingers run up and down through her folds collecting her wetness onto his fingers. “Need this don’t you mama? Need daddy’s fingers” He whispered kissing the shell of her ear as he found her stimulated little clit, rubbing gentle slow circles; her breath deepened and she held a strong grip onto the arm that was supporting her. “Mhmm need you so bad Henry, wanna make my p-pregnant pussy cum all over your hand?”

She stuttered, making Henry smile proudly, these past few weeks she had tried her hand at dirty talking her husband in bed; clearly doing well enough that right now Henry’s cock was resting hard, right between her ass cheeks. “Oh sugar if a’ could i’d knock ya up, right here right now”

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PSA: Hope this short drabble made you all smile even just a tiny bit! I got a few messages about how people missed lumberjack!Henry so I thought i’d write a lil sum sum in my free time

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janovavalen · 3 months

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im gonna be like the little devil on your shoulder politely asking for grover fics (im the person who requested the hurt/comfort one :D) I WANNA SAY A) THE FICS FANTASTIC LOVED IT SM B) DO YOU ONLY WRITE FOR FEM READER?? ASKIN OUT OF CURIOSITY BECAUSE IM NON BINARY IF NOT TOTALLY FINE OBVI

now askin for another one because im silly like that grover x gn(if you do gn if not then fem obvi) reader angst. i want to feel pain AND TYSM FOR READING THIS AND SOING THIS IF YOU DO ILYSM FOR DOING GROVER /P 🫶🫶(ps sorry for making this rly long i have lots to say)

a/n: omg HIII i was hoping you liked it anon!! i literally was like ‘bro what if they hate this sm imma be mad embarrassed’ bc i was rubbing on coffee and water when i wrote that😭 BUT YES ILL TRY TO WRITE WHAT U ASKED FORR, i’m a little scared bc i never wrote gn reader before and i don’t wanna like fuck it up for anyone but i’ll try<3

✧I WISH YOU SAW YOURSELF HOW I SEE YOU || grover underwood x gn!reader

summary: when grover comes back from his quest with percy and annabeth, he can’t help but notice that y/n has grown closer and closer to luke, causing him a bit of worry for the two of them.

word count: 1237 (this was rushed bc i was trying to get something out to you guys in so sorryyy)

warnings: misunderstanding, HORRID CLUTCHING jealousy, reader not knowing, grover giving the cold shoulder, slight hurt but comfort and hugs in the end<3

grover had just gotten back to one of his quests with annabeth and percy. and he was esthetic to get back to camp.

they meant everything to him. when they first met, they had been very quiet, reserved but polite and never ever put one in their place if needed. they didn’t take up bullying and they wouldn’t stop now.

when grover had met them however, they had been in the lake taking a small swim on the hot day, he had been there to just sit under the sun. which they allowed, the two of them didn’t talk until they had decided since they were both there and in the same camp, the two of them might as well know each other.

and from then on, they had been nonstop talking to each other, hanging out, laughing and chatting at all the meal times and sooner or later, grover felt his crush on them developing faster and faster. they had been eighteen, the prime age for an adult so he didn’t feel weirded out—even though they told him not to feel that way.

when he looked around for them, he found that they were nowhere to be found which concerned him a little. usually y/n is always waiting for him at the front of the cabin but this time, they weren’t ?

a little concerned he began to ask around for y/n, everyone saying they didn’t really know or they saw them just a second ago.

‘where could they be…’ he asked himself while turning around to look over his shoulder.

just as he walked near the bows and arrows and there they were. standing there with a wide warm smile on their face, only..they weren’t alone? once somebody moved away from where this mysterious person was there stood luke castellan. a wide smile on his own face while he shook his head at y/n who must have told a joke.

grover wouldn’t particularly care or mind in this situation but…he felt something was a bit different about the way y/n had been laughing. it was over excessive and a bit different then the way they laughed at him?

when y/n laughed at him—with him, they usually would look away or clear their throat, but with luke? they stayed their eyes locked and or they’d bend down to laugh while covering their mouth.

y/n usually didn’t cover their mouth with him. could this be a sign that he was in the friend zone the whole time.

clutching his hand into a fist next to his side he walked away, unknowingly to him, y/n had called out his name with a smile but it immediately dropped when he didn’t turn their way making y/n extremely confused a the tiniest bit of embarrassed at how they was ignored so openly.

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later that day at dinner time, y/n had happily made their way over to grover and percy who had been speaking but when she sat down he got quiet. started to pick at his horns very subtly but noticing to y/n.

‘uhm…so how did the quest go?’ y/n asked while looking over at percy who shrugged and to grover who didn’t look up.

‘i hope good?’ they said once more to get grover’s attention only for him to not even stop picking at his food. with a sigh of sadness, they grabbed their food and got up to another table with their siblings.

percy looked and was dumbfounded—‘grover? what was that?’

‘nothing?’ grover shook his head while frowning his eyebrows.

‘nothing? dude, you flat out ignored y/n and on top of that hurt their feelings? i thought you were all…on the side of doing nothing but making them happy?’ percy asked once more while setting his blueberries down.

‘okay…well, they seemed to have enough happiness with luke when they were talking…they can find happiness with him better than me apparently.’ he sighed while trying his hardest not to look over at y/n who’s mood had completely died at that table he sat at.

percy scoffed and rolled his eyes—‘are you kidding me? dude y/n is literally in love with you? and for you to think they like luke castellan more than you when they specifically stated they saw him as a brother and nothing more…is insane.’ percy finished shaking his head at grover who had sat up more and groaned.

placing his hands on his face while mentally beating himself up at the fact he treated y/n that way with no hesitation.

‘your kidding me…oh my’ grover mumbled while slowly looking over to y/n who wasn’t there. getting up in a hurry, grover went to ask luke, annabeth and the others sitting at the table with y/n where they went.

‘oh…they went to take a walk in the forest, said their head was hurting…you wouldn’t be the reason right…’ annabeth eyed him dangerously and warningly, making him hurry and shake his head but annabeth could see through him.

‘what did you do’ she groaned. grover sighed and explained leaving luke a bit speechless and annabeth to roll her eyes with a sigh.

‘well stop standing here any longer and go find her you pea brain’ annabeth pointed over to the forest leaving grover to hurry and run to it.

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‘y/n!’ he shouted while cupping his mouth to make it a bit louder. when no answers came through he shouted their name over and over until.

‘what?’ along with a sniffle and a shaky voice. feeling his heart burst and his strings pull, he say y/n sitting with their legs close to their chest and their face pressed on their knees. seeing them this way because of him made him almost cry.

‘y/n…listen i’m so, so sorry. i—i thought you’d move on from me when i was on my quest to luke so i was so upset and so jealous because luke is a great guy and who wouldn’t want to be with him—‘

‘me grover…i don’t. i want you, i made that so very known and i don’t get why you can’t see that—‘

‘i know! i know, im so sorry, okay? i’m sorry’ he whispered while making his way over to y/n who’d shed a tear but wiped it immediately with their hand. when grover placed himself next to y/n, he was quick to hold them in his comfortable arms.

as y/n buried their head into his neck they mumbled—‘i wish you saw yourself how i see you’ they mumbled making him almost cry with a huge smile.

not being able to stop himself he ambushed y/n with hundreds of apology kisses while y/n laughed and fell back into the grass with their arms trying to push him away.

he did pull away, but only to close his eyes and make his way down and over their lips. y/n kissed back immediately with their hands cupping his cheeks.

‘i think i really love you y/n l/n’ he confessed. y/n let out a small giggle and licked her lip.

‘and i think i really love you too grover underwood’ pulling his face in for another kiss which he took.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy pjo #percy series #grover underwood #grover underwood x reader

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sadisticsongbird · 11 months

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keeping away the nightmares ~ peter parker

summary: requested by @ivybird - “I know it's cliché, but where the reader gets kidnapped and all the bad stuff happens to them and then Peter or Nate save her and then they have a budding relationship and she begs him to help her after a nightmare and its all fluffy and smutty?"

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering) 18+

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i promise, you’re not going crazy. i already posted this but i was going through my posts and i accidentally deleted it. so here’s a repost if you are looking for the fic or an introduction if you haven’t read it yet.

You woke up in a cold sweat, silent screams escaping your throat as you tried to catch your breath. The single shirt on your body was almost stuck to your skin. It wasn’t real. Your head snapped quickly to the other side of the bed where Peter was sleeping soundly. Wanting to cry, you slipped yourself out of bed, out of the restrictions of the sheets and moved to the door of your bedroom. You needed something to distract you from the haunting images of your nightmares.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to have nightmares about Peter, especially when he was on the job. You hated when he would leave you before you fell asleep because it would only cause worry for yourself about if he would be coming home. He always reassured you that he wouldn’t be gone long and that he protected himself for your sake, unfortunately, even if some criminals got away. When his life was on the line, he didn’t joke around anymore like he did when he was younger. He had you to think about. But when he would slip out of the window before your mind had gone to rest, concern would flood your mind, making it near impossible to find peaceful sleep.

It was early in the morning, early enough that the sky was still dark, but you could see the sun poking up from the horizon as you walked into the living area. Making your way to the couch in the middle of the room, you grabbed a blanket off of the back of a nearby chair. You laid down and made yourself comfortable. You knew that you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep again, so, looking out the window at the sunrise, you found peace in that.

Peter was ready to turn over and give you a good morning kiss, but he frowned when he felt your side of the bed cold. There was only a single window in your bedroom, but he could tell that there wasn’t much sunlight pouring through, telling him that it was too early to be out of bed, especially for you. He threw the covers off of him and let his feet meet the cold floor. His suit was thrown in the corner of the room. Peter knew that if you found it lying around, you would have a fit, regardless of the hour of the morning. Sauntering over there with tired eyes, he picked up the red and blue fabric off of the floor and folded it up as neat as he could. He had gotten home later than normal last night and he had left earlier than normal. While he had checked on you before he left, making sure that you were asleep, something in him told him that you weren’t completely at rest yet. But he needed to leave. An issue had presented itself that afternoon and he knew that it would take time. As much as he hated leaving you alone, patrol had to happen. When he had got back home, the suit was discarded quickly as he made his way to the bed and wrapped himself in your warm figure. Somewhere in the three hours that he had been back, you managed to slip out bed, leaving him on his own in bed.

The door to your bedroom was open, so he hoped that you had ventured out there, no signs telling him that you had been kidnapped or ran away. He could hear the faint sound of your cries when he was a few steps into the hall and it made him walk faster, almost running until he saw your curled figure on the couch. You were shaking slightly, the blanket huddled over you jolting every few moments with a coinciding hiccup.

“Bug, are you okay?” his morning voice sounded, making you turn around fast.

“Pete?” you asked, wiping the tears off of your face quickly before he could see. “What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same. Why are you crying?”

You ignored his question altogether. “Do you want some coffee or something? I know it’s early,” you muttered, getting up from the couch and brushing past your boyfriend to get to the kitchen.

He caught your arm before you could get very far, not hard, but firm enough to get you to stay put. “Y/N, please tell me what’s going on?” His grip loosened.

You took a deep breath, although it got caught in your throat. “Nothing.”

Peter let you go, but it didn’t stop him from following you. You were mere steps away from the kitchen counter when his hand caught yours, pulling you closer to him.

“Please…Don’t lie to me. I just wanna help.” He spoke to you gently, scared that he would push you away further.

You could feel the tears slipping down your face, unable to swallow correctly. Even though you were trying to keep it in, his warm eyes couldn’t stop you from breaking down. He enveloped you in his arms, tucking your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “It scared me. Y-you were…they-” A cry interrupted your sentence, followed by Peter holding you tighter.

“I was what?”

“D-dead! You were dead. You g-got hurt and I couldn’t s-stop them. I’m sorry.”

He took a pause. You were having nightmares again. Peter knew that you worried for his safety all the time, wanting to know when he left for patrol and what time he’d be back. You made sure that his suit was intact, no holes or damage to the technology before you allowed him to go swinging in case something were to happen. At the beginning of your relationship, his friends had told him that you were overprotective. Once he started noticing, he had a small issue with it, but It didn’t bother him after you had told him why. At a young age, your father died and it was your mothers fault. Not on purpose, of course, but your mother had forgotten to shut the oven off before she had left with you to go shopping. Your father was left in the house alone, tired with sickness when the house started on fire. All because your mother didn’t ensure safety. Your greatest fear was that you would let Peter down and it would be your fault, following in your mother’s footsteps.

“You’re having nightmares again?”

You didn’t respond with words, only shaking your head as much as you could in his hold. He let you cuddle into him for a few moments more before pushing you off of him slightly.

“Come on, let’s go back to bed. I’ll help you fall back asleep.”

His had trailed to your hand and pulled you with him back toward the bedroom. Your fingers wrapped around his tightly, letting him take you back to bed. The door to your room still stood open. The room still felt warm as it did when you woke up, but you sensed that it was probably just you. Your boyfriend was almost cold to the touch as he picked you up and plopped you down on the bed. He got in next to you, not bothering to put the blanket over top of you as he wrapped himself around you, his hands sitting low on your waist. His contrasting temperature felt good, cooling you off and calming you down. He kept rubbing on your lower stomach, almost breaching the waistband of your panties. You wanted to tell him to go lower, but you weren’t sure if your voice could take it. It was like he read your mind, though, when you felt him finally dip his hand in to begin rubbing on your clit. You threw your head back gently to reach his shoulder, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

“Shh, Bug, sleep,” he hushed.

Your free hand grabbed ahold of his wrist, urging him to do more, to add to the growing sensations in your lower stomach. Thankfully, he moved with you, his fingers continuing to travel lower until they reached your soaked folds.

“You’re so wet. I’ve barely touched you.”

“Peter,” you muttered. Grasping the sheets in front of you, your head fell back onto the pillow.

You felt his lips connect to the side of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he moved back and forth over the expanse of your skin. He started to pump his fingers into you, keeping his ministrations on your clit with his thumb constant. You and him had sex before, but hadn’t been this gentle, this intimate since your first time.

“You close, bug? I can feel you tightening around me…”

You were, your body so tired that it hadn’t taken long for you to get worked up. Your thighs were clamping around his hand, not yet ready to let go of this moment. Your walls contracted around his fingers as you began to rock your hips instinctively against him. Moaning one last time, Peter knew you were close, rubbing your clit faster.

"Cum, Y/N. Relax for me.”

And you did. It was like everything hit you all at once, finally giving you the peace that you needed. You arched up against Peter, whining as your toes curled. He didn’t stop until you were still against him, letting you ride out your high. After he felt you were ready, he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. You would have moaned at the sight if you weren’t so tired. Although you had no idea when exactly you fell asleep, you knew that you wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep without Peter. His presence helped chase the nightmares away whenever you needed.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker fluff

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ghoastixx · 1 year

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Jareth x GN reader

Warnings: none. The term “queen” is used but not supposed to be seen as a gendered name in Jareth’s silly little eyes.

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A beautiful day in the Labyrinth! The sun was warm against my skin, I was working in the garden, it was great! I had my hair tied back with a bandana as to not get in my way and wore more informal clothes. I hummed as I worked, the labryinth gardens were always stunning.

“Excuse me? Could you help me?” I turned around to see a teenage girl in a white shirt. She had long black hair clipped away from her eyes and big hazel eyes.

I had never seen her before.

“Oh? Hello.. I’ve never seen you around here before,” I held my hand out, “I’m y/n.” I spoke with a certain warmth that had grown with me from living in the labryinth. She took my hand and shook it.

“Sarah, Sarah Williams.”

“SARAH??? SARAH???!!!!” Hoggle came hobbling through the bushes. I looked at him, sort of curious.

“Hoggle?”

“Oh! Y/n!?” He bowed his head in respect,

“Nonsense, I told you to stop with that.. you know Ms.Williams?” He crossed his arms,

“We have a deal.” I nodded a bit confused, she looked at me again.

“Do you know how to get to the castle beyond the goblin city?”

I nodded, “yes, I do. Is there something you need from the king?” She nodded frantically.

“Yes, yes. He gave me thirteen hours to solve the labryinth, he has my baby brother!” The realization hit me like a truck.

“Oh, so you’re running the labryinth… Hoggle is helping you..?” He looked at me, nervous. “You know the king will have your ass for that.”

“I ain’t doin’ nothin’! Like I said, we have a deal.” I look back at Sarah, and around the labryinth, making sure Jareth isn’t in sight, but knowing that he’s watching. I decide to humor him a bit.

“Look Sarah, I can take you as far as I can go, but I can’t promise anything. It won’t be far… but I know my way around.” Hoggle instantly seemed suspicious, but then again he had every right to be. The girl was filled with hope as I put the watering bucket down.

“Come along.” I started heading through the hedges, through ways she would have never found. I knew Jareth was messing with the Labryinth. Some passages were moved off. It was only a few minutes when I knew he was near.

“This is as far as I can take you.”

“You’re just going to leave us here!”

“Hey- I said I’d take you as far as I could go. Unlike some of you, I don’t want my head on the kings wall.”

“You’re just scared.” She spit out.

“Scared or smart? You choose.” I suddenly felt a looming presence.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” An older goblin, hunched over.

“Nothin’” Hoggle knew what was going on.

“Nothing? Nothing? Nothing tralalal?!” I took a few steps back myself, smirking to myself as Jareth revealed that it was him in all his glory. He always liked big entrances.

Hoggle gasped, “your majesty!” He bowed. Jareth spotted me, he had a playful glint.

“Are you two helping the runner?”

“No your majesty.”

“No sir,” Jareth’s eyes held a playful look, enjoying himself immensely.

“I’ll banish you both to the bog of eternal stench. You two better watch yourself.” Hoggle fell to his knees, begging. I didn’t bother as much to nod. He wouldn’t do anything to me, and I knew it. I rolled my eyes a bit as I watched him work, intimidating Sarah and eventually cheating her out. Suddenly the cleaners started to come, he disappeared and I climbed up the ladder, watching Sarah and Hoggle run. I shrugged and figured I’d never see them again as I climbed out the passage. I started my way back through the hedges as I felt two arms snake around my waist.

“You didn’t seem very frightened by my threat, my love.”

Jareth, of course. My husband.

“You wouldn’t, you love me too much.”

“Perhaps.. what were you doing with the runner.”

“I knew you’d catch up with us, so I wanted to have some fun with it. That’s all. Don’t worry, I didn’t even lead her towards the castle.” I could feel him chuckle.

“Good, pet. Why don’t you come back to the castle with me, hm?”

I smiled to myself and let him take my hand.

“Sure, I’ve got nothing I need to be doing.”

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It had been a few hours since my interaction with Sarah Williams. I had sat in the throne room with Jareth as he obsessed over his runner. The goblins kept taunting the poor baby. Suddenly, a goblin ran in and informed Jareth that she was inside the city. He sent his goblins out and left to god knows where. I sat on his throne, lounging in the sun. It was a very nice day for the mood that Jareth was in. Suddenly a voice disrupted me.

“Y/n…?” I looked across the room to see Sarah.

“Damn- you really made it? With half an hour to spare..”

“What are you doing..? Why are you on his throne.. we thought that he took you prisoner.. I can help you.. I can get you home.” I smiled at her generosity.

“Home? Sweetheart, what do you mean?”

“I see you’ve met my queen, Sarah.” Jareth was standing there, eyeing her like prey as she talked to me. Obviously displeased with her wanting to take me away.

“Queen? You’re working with him Y/n? I thought you were a human?”

“Oh? I am.. Jareth is my husband.” I held up my hand, showing off the ring on my finger. Sarah went to look over at Jareth but he was gone.

“I’ve got to go find Toby!” She looked back at me on the throne, a look of pity on her face, as she ran through the stairway. I didn’t follow, I knew the routine, I had done it myself. I knew how this would work, down to the very words she’d say. It didn’t take long for Jareth to return to me, head hung low, a scowl on his face.

I frowned as he walked over, I stood up and let him sit on his throne, placing myself on his lap. I kissed his cheek.

“Bratty girl..” he mumbled.

“Did she insult you?”

He glared, obviously she did. I twirled one of his strands of hair,

“Poor thing.. it’s okay,”

“She insulted you.”

Oh.. oh?

“Me?”

“Yeah. She said you were brainwashed into staying with me… is that true..?”

“Absolutely not.” I spit out, “I love you Jareth. If I didn’t, I would have left a long time ago.”

“Yes.. you’re right. You are the queen after all.” I smiled and kissed him gently, the sun setting.

“It was funny seeing her shocked face.. you should do that more often.” He spoke, surprisingly.

“Anything for you, my love.”

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-Ghoastix

#fanfic #fanfiction #the labyrinth fanfic #the labryinth #jareth x reader #jareth the goblin king #labryinth

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dearsnow · 1 year

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CUDDLES AND CONFESSIONS

- jacaerys has hidden his feelings for you, his childhood friend, but everything unravels during a midnight confession. (jacaerys velaryon x gn!reader, modern au, pining into fluff, luke definitely turned down the heater so the events of the story could take place but we ignore that)

word count: 2,692

a/n - this was inspired by the very incredible @valeskafics’s modern au stories :) i love love their fics so definitely check them out ^^ this is a lot longer than most of the stuff i’ve written recently because it came straight out of my heart. please enjoy <3

Sunlight filters through Jace’s window as he repeats vocab words for you to study. The shadow he casts is long and warm toned on his carpeted floor, stretching just enough to reach the base of the chair you’re sitting in. He shifts his position from cross-legged to lying flat on the floor, fingers holding an index card. You rattle off the word you know connects to the definition in his hands.

You slump forward a little bit, arms wrapped around your knees. “God, Jace, we’ve been going at this for hours. It’s gotta be time for a break.”

“Well, I wouldn’t phrase it like that,” he all but laughs, “but sure. I think we’re well-prepared. I mean, as well as we could ever be.” He lifts his hand to his mouth to yawn.

In actuality, his mind has been elsewhere for a while now. He helped you study like a good friend while his eyes gazed over your form lightly, imagining how soft your hand would feel in his. How you could hold the stars in your palms and love in your eyes, shining as bright as the burn he felt for you. How nice it would be to graze over your face with his fingers, feather-light touches roaming the expanse he longs to kiss. It would be nice, he thinks, to see your eyes crinkle in a smile as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

He shakes his head, breaking the immersion. He can’t let himself get hopeful. You’re just a friend. A best friend. His best friend. A friend who he dreams of loving, a friend who makes the tips of his ears turn red when he looks at you too long. And that’s all you ever will be, he reckons. He’s far too invested in your happiness to risk it with a silly move like asking you on a date.

“Let’s get a snack, yeah? I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.” You look down, happiness on the curve of your lips. It’s surprising how much he can eat, really- he could put an elephant to shame. It’s just one more thing you’ve noticed about him, one more thing you’ve grown to love.

He scoffs lightly. “Like I haven’t been hearing your stomach growl for the last ten minutes. I literally offered you a snack and you said ‘no, I’m okay’.”

“Shush,” You say, stretching your legs. “I was focused.”

He scrunches his nose. He would drop anything to give you what you want. He’d find a way to bottle the moon in a jar if you said the word and give you the sun if you asked. “Sure.”

He gets up, and you follow.

The sun disappears below the horizon, wind whispering softly through his open window. His room is illuminated with the soft light of a lamp, and you sit on his floor partially covered by a blanket.

It’s not unusual for you to spend the night at his house. His mother and stepfather treat you like their own (when they’re home at least), and his brother and half-sisters are as dear to you as any siblings would be. A warm feeling erupts in your heart when Rhaenyra ruffles your hair and Luke bursts into Jace’s room to spend time with you. In some ways, you feel more at home with him than you do in your own house.

You’ve known him for forever, so the line between his family and yours blurs sometimes. It all really started when the Targaryen/Velaryon family moved in to the house right next door to yours.

Why they did it is a question that you don’t think will ever be answered, though you think it has something to do with the odd circumstances surrounding Jace and Luke’s dubious parentage. They needed a fresh start, they told you one time. They wanted to give their kids a chance at a normal life despite their riches was another excuse. In any case, you’re glad they did.

Jace became a quick friend of yours. You first met when he was playing outside your window- you looked down on him like a royal stuck in a tower while your prince teetered on a little blue bike with training wheels below you. You called down to him, and he answered.

You often pretended to ride on dragonback with him, cruising through the streets on his bike. His stepdad put some little steps on the back of it so you could ride at the same time, though you’re not sure his mother approved. You would hold on to his waist as he peddled; he never seemed to let his exhaustion show, even when you were sure his legs were sore and aching. He only let you ride on the front a handful of times, insisting that he was stronger, so it was only right that he should carry you.

In his mind, he was flying. Nothing seemed to matter except the feeling of your arms around your midsection and the wind in his hair. It was freeing, giving him the first glimpse of life he had ever felt. In that moment, he was a prince of old, written into a thick book of fairytales, and you were right there with him.

He started noticing that warm emotion and how it was always present when you were in the room. How you started to make him feel things he had never felt before. He became excited when he got paired with you for group projects and when his hand brushed yours while you were playing in your room. These feelings, the love (and whatever else he might have felt) built up inside of him until this moment, this night, when you were snuggled up in his clothes on his floor talking to him.

“…and he was saying that it wasn’t important at all! It’s totally important. I don’t understand how people can be so dense.” You shiver.

“Yeah, seriously.” He hesitates, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed. His room is unusually cold. Even with the window open, it never gets cold enough to give him bumps on the flesh of his arms. For some reason, tonight is different. “Do you want to come up here? It’s kinda cold, and I have thicker blankets.” He reasons. You glance up at him. Sometimes, when you look in his direction, your heart gives a funny little twist.

“Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Totally. It’s not like we haven’t done things like this before,” he chuckles. A strange mix of anxiety and anticipation is boiling in his stomach. It’s true: you have slept in the same bed before, though that was a long time ago with far less feelings attached. He figures it doesn’t matter as much to you as it does to him.

It does matter to you, though. Your heart pounds at the thought of something so quietly intimate. You’ve liked him since the moment you laid eyes on him all those years ago. He is your fairytale prince, even when there’s no hope of him ever reciprocating your feelings.

He’s strong, kind, and bold in an endearing way. You’re sure you would follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked. So you hop onto his bed and give your heart a sad stroke of pity when he wraps his blankets around you.

You shuffle a little closer to him, hoping to feel his body heat a little more. The goosebumps on your arms begin to fade, but you shiver still when his hand brushes your side.

Jace clears his throat, hesitantly putting his arm around your form. “We’re uh… we’re getting pretty comfy, huh? I hope you’re not cold still.”

“God, that’s how you break the tension?” You laugh. Your nose is almost touching his chest, he realizes with a foolish hope.

“What? I was just saying.” He snorts. The pleasant warmth of another body next to his is something he thinks he will never get tired of. The fact that it’s you out of anyone else brings a different sort of heat to him, but he tries to push that away.

You feel a touch lightly brush your bare back, where your shirt has lifted up. It sends a little shudder up your spine, but it feels as natural as sunlight.

“Sorry.” He whispers, eyes staring down at you. You don’t seem to notice his gaze.

“It’s okay.” You whisper back, cheeks as hot as dragonfire. You wouldn’t mind if he kept his hand there. You wouldn’t mind a lot of things, really, but you’re afraid he would.

It’s silent for a moment, a moment that seems to stretch for an eternity. It breaks with the quiet movement of your head finally turning to look at him.

“Jace, um, I…” there’s a brief pause.

“You what?”

“Nothing. It’s a stupid question anyway.”

“There are no stupid questions, unless it’s about Luke’s macaroni project.” He quips. You laugh at a joke you created so long ago it feels like a lifetime in the past. A joke made of love and fluff and just the slightest little bit of teasing. That’s how you know it, right then and there. You’ve fallen in love with Jacaerys Velaryon. “Seriously though, what is it?”

You hesitate, trying to bring up the topic in an inconspicuous manner (which is hard in the middle of the night while his arm is absentmindedly wrapped around your waist, which you desperately try to ignore). “Do you like anyone?”

He sucks in a breath, letting a beat of awkward silence pass. “Where’s this coming from?”

God, how he longs to say “you”. How he longs to tell you that his heart beats for you, fast and desperate and aching in the cold nights when you’re apart. It’s almost unbearable to keep it inside, shoved in a little corner of his consciousness so he doesn’t ruin what you’ve already built.

He decides, then, that he can’t hold on to comfort forever. As awkward as it may be, as terrible as the most likely outcome is, he needs to say something.

“I just want to know. I’m interested in your love life.” You try to play it off as a joke when you know full well it’s not. The question has been scraping your mind raw and dull for months now.

“I do.” He croaks, voice hesitant. Your heart drops.

It could be that girl he was staring at in math class, you think. The one with pretty bleached hair and a smile so bright it could kill the gods. Or maybe the person he was talking about after school; his friend, he said. A friend that made his nose scrunch up cutely when he talked about them. It could never really be you. It’s wishful thinking, you tell yourself.

A million thoughts race through your head, but one screams its purpose above the others: who is it?

You tap his chest lightly with your fist. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that from me. Who is it this time?” You’ve had this conversation a few times in the past. He’s attractive and kind and smart, he was bound to have a few significant others over the years. You’ve met both of them. You figure this is another one of his crushes, as fleeting as they usually are.

He takes a deep gulp of air, blood pounding in his ears. He hopes you can’t hear his heart beating. It’s time, he decides.

“You.”

Your brain almost doesn’t register his words. You… you? Really? Is there anyone in your school named You, or is he really saying what you’ve wanted him to say for years and years?

“Me?”

“Yup.”

You can’t say anything. You feel lightheaded and like you’re about to explode at the same time.

“Why?” You ask. There’s a giddy edge to your voice, bordering on disbelief. You can’t fathom why the hell your best friend likes you, when he started liking you, and what is going on in his mind.

He smiles in the dark, where you can’t see him; his lamp was silent and lightless. “Y’know my last girlfriend? She broke up with me because I didn’t want to kiss her. I was saving my first kiss for something special, someone special. Then I knew I wanted it to be with you.” Your heart all but explodes. “I’ve been in love with you since before then. Since before I even really knew what love was. I just… god, I was just a coward. But here I am, and here you are, and if you want I can drop you off at home and we can never speak of this again.”

He feels like he’s about to cry and laugh at the same time. Of course you don’t love him. It was foolish to believe you could ever like him as anything more than the boy next door.

“No, I don’t want that. I like you too. I love you.” You blurt out, burying yourself further into his sheets. “I just never thought you would like me back. I mean, I never thought I could be your type. Or that I could date you or anything. I just didn’t want to confess because I thought you would hate me for it.” The lilt of your little speech makes tears well up in his eyes. He wipes them away furiously.

“Of course I like you. You’re my everything.” He huffs. He can scarcely believe that you feel the exact same way, that you had the exact same worries.

He slides down to lie face-to-face with you, breath fanning across your face. You hold his face in your hands, and he whispers, “I’ve really thought about this a lot and I just wanted to ask you before I did it, so here I go. Can I kiss you?” It takes every last drop of your respect to not let a giggle slip in the face of his very vulnerable confession.

A sliver of moonlight shines on your face, illuminating your wide grin with a sort of halo-like effect. When you nod, the glimmer bounces off your teeth.

He presses his lips to yours. Finally, finally, he kisses you. You run your finger along his jawline, eyes closed and heart full. Your touch brands his skin in a way he knows he won’t ever forget.

That one kiss holds all your feelings and more. When you finally pull away to take a breath, he traces the outline of your lips with his thumb. You’re breathless and panting and so very alive; it’s better than pretending to fly on a dragon, you think. Much, much better.

It’s a while before you can speak again. You’re so giddy you think you could run a lap around his house if you weren’t so tired. Jace feels the same, like all of his worries have been gently plucked from his mind and discarded. You could get used to this, you both think.

“So, can I be your boyfriend? Officially at least.” He sounds so serious that you can’t help but laugh. The events of the night have been so incredible that everything has a little twinge of humor to it.

“But of course, my prince.” You tease. He scrunches his nose like he always does and gives you a peck on the cheek. You’re sure he can feel how hard you’re blushing just by grazing your warm face.

“I’ll choose to ignore that.” He says. He wraps his arms around you more securely, also choosing to ignore how red his own cheeks are.

You give a small “mm” in reply, snuggling closer to him. Your faces are so close together you can almost imagine they’re kissing without touching at all.

You almost don’t realize you’re falling asleep before it happens. Jace’s arms are just so comfortable, and you’re just so tired, and the night is just so perfectly dark and the outside noises are just so perfectly droll.

You slip away into a good dream as Jace draws hearts on your back with the tip of his finger.

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lovebombs4life · 7 months

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best friend - c.t.h

a/n: started as a blurb then turned into a one shot. oops!

prompt: “is that my shirt?”

cw: SMUT! sub!calum, dom!reader, oral (m), calum is an all around slut for reader

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i woke up from the sun peaking through the dark curtains in the room. i had stayed over at calum’s again, along with all the other boys. of course since im calum’s favorite though, i got to sleep in his bed. him and the other boys always took the guest room.

one time during the winter we had all stayed over, and i think i about pissed my pants when i saw all the boys cuddling together in the bed to stay warm.

i sat up from the bed, yawning before rubbing my eyes. i swung my legs over the bed, standing on the cold wood floor. i made my way over to calums closet, grabbing out my favorite sweatshirt of his. i slipped off my t shirt, throwing it on the floor, and pulled the green hoodie over my head.

the sweater was so large it hung down toward my mid thigh, covering the spandex shorts that i was wearing. i walked to the door, swinging it open, and making my way downstairs where i could hear the rest of the boys playing video games.

i passed by them, walking into the kitchen. calum and ashton had done a double take when they saw me, eyes widening as they looked at each other.

i ignored their behavior and grabbed myself a glass of apple juice. i walked back to the living room and sat myself next to calum, setting my glass on the coffee table. he shifted as i sat down next to him.

“is that my sweater?” he asked, looking at me. “mhm.” i hummed as i nodded my head. he shifted around again. i turned to look at him, wondering why he kept moving.

“you alright?” i asked. he nodded, trying to play it cool. “i can go change if you don’t want me wearing it.” i told him. he shook his head.

“no, no, no! it’s totally alright! i just didn’t expect it i guess?” he said as more of a question. i hummed in response, turning my head to watch the boys play their game.

i leaned my head against calum like i usually do, but of course he started shifting his legs again. i ignored it, but still worried i was making him uncomfortable.

a few minutes pass before calum gets up, saying he’ll be right back, and runs upstairs. “what’s with him?” i asked. they all shrugged, not too focused on anything other than their game. i got up to check on calum, heading to his room.

i was about to knock on the door, but then i had heard groaning. i was worried. was he hurt? the noises continued. i should’ve done something, anything other than just standing there, but i couldn’t. that’s when i had heard it.

“fuck, y/n,” he moaned. my face flushed and my eyes widened. oh my god. was he jerking off to me? is that why he kept shifting around?

i pushed the door open quietly and peeked in. sure enough, there calum was, laying back on his bed, with a hand down his pants. i squeezed my legs at the sight. it was something that felt wrong, but so wonderful.

i mean for fucks sake, calum and i have been best friends since we were three, wouldn’t that be weird to think of your best friend that way?

i opened the door wider and slipped myself into the room, and quietly closed the door. calum still hadn’t heard me, and kept doing what he was doing. i smirked at the sight before speaking.

“that feel good, cal? like thinking of me like that?” he shot up and grabbed something to cover up. that’s when i realized he had used my shirt, and had been smelling it.

“don’t get all shy now baby. i know you were using my shirt, thinking of how much you wanted me.” i teased, crawling onto the bed. i grabbed his hand that was holding my shirt, covering himself.

“this alright?” i asked. he nodded quickly. i moved his hand away, seeing his dick hard, red, and throbbing for attention. “all from me just wearing your sweater?” i stroked him slowly. he jerked his hips forward, throwing his head back.

“please, need you to do something, y/n/n.” he gasped. i smirked at his submission, still moving my hand slowly. “such a dirty boy. thinking of your best friend like this.” i spoke before taking him in my mouth.

he cursed at the sudden feeling, his hands flying to my head. he tangled his hands in my hair, groaning as i shoved his cock down my throat. “you love my throat? how it feels on your cock?” i said as i pulled off of him. he nodded his head, pulling me towards his face.

his lips collided with mine, hungrily kissing me. i pulled on his curls, causing him to moan into my mouth. “wanna be inside you, y/n, need you to be around my cock.” he panted. i leaned back from him, pulling my shorts off my legs.

his hands gripped my thighs, rubbing them up and down. they trailed to my lace panties, quickly tearing them off. “hey! those were expensive!” i pouted. he was kissing at my neck, leaving marks on me before speaking.

“i’ll buy you more. just need you on my cock.” he said, grasping my hips, lining himself up at my entrance. i smirked as i sunk down on him, releasing a moan. “oh fuck, cal, feel so good, so deep in me.” i praised him.

he whimpered at the feeling, still holding my hips as he helped me bounce up and down. “that feel good huh?” i asked him. he moaned, looking up at me.

“so good, ah, fuck! feels so good ma’am.” he spoke. my eyes widened at his words. i slowed down and watch his eyes widen too. i smirked at him, speeding up again.

“didn’t know you were like that cal, would’ve fucked you sooner if i knew.” i teased him. he groaned, and i felt him rut his hips up towards me, hitting deeper than he already was.

“fuck, oh god, calum, gonna cum!” i moaned, clenching myself around him. i continued bouncing on him, feeling him twitch inside me.

“wanna cum inside you, can i please cum inside you.” he begged. i nodded riding out my high. i felt hot spurts of his cum hit my insides, running back out onto his dick. i bounced a few more times before i got off him and laid down on the bed next to him.

we laid there together, our breathing the only sounds to be heard. i turned my head to look at him. “guess i gotta wear your clothes more often, huh?” i asked. he blushed, nodding his head. i ran my fingers through his hair before kissing him softly.

“i hope you guys used a condom!”

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You looked up from the note to see Eddie’s darkened eyes shoot you a wink from his desk beside yours. You smiled down toward the floor, trying not to let Eddie know that your heart jumped out of your chest when he gave you that look. Eddie’s hand crept over to hold yours and your focus switched from the blackboard to the feeling of his rings on the back of your hand. His thumb drummed a rhythm on yours. The infamous Eddie fidgeting was starting, you thought as you read the clock. Five more minutes until the bell rings, no wonder why Eddie was starting to get restless. You rolled your eyes as you slid all your books into your backpack, preparing for Eddie to practically tear your arm off, dragging you to the van.

The ride to the Munson home went on as it usually did. Another drive where Eddie’s mixtapes are turned up so loud your ears hurt and his right hand rested on your thigh like it always belonged there. You struggled to keep your eyes off his fingers pushing down on the skin below your denim skirt. You were annoyed because just moments ago, you ordered Eddie to behave, but here you were, flustered by an innocent display of his affection.

Upon arriving at the trailer, you both greeted Wayne and made small talk before Eddie led you to his bedroom. He offered you a seat on the bed as he grabbed his acoustic guitar and sat on the floor. For hours you two would talk shit about people at school and make plans for the future. You sighed as you peeked out of the blinds of Eddie’s window. The sun just finished setting and you knew it was time for Eddie to drop you home once again. He held your hand as you passed Wayne in the kitchen cooking dinner.

“Hey kiddos, are ya hungry? I was about to fix up some spaghetti,” Wayne asked, standing in front of the stove.

“I’ll have some when I get back, but I gotta get this one home before her dad hunts me down,” Eddie chuckled as he playfully punched your arm.

“Smart boy. You have a good night darling,” Wayne waved at you before you walked out.

As soon as you walked down the front porch stairs you felt Eddie tug on your arm in the opposite direction from his van.

“Eddie, where are we going?” you spat.

“Trust me, come on” he led you to the back of the trailer with his index finger pressed to his lips.

Your vision blurred for a moment as Eddie spun you around and pinned you to the outside of the trailer. You were startled by the feeling of cold metal meeting the backs of your legs and arms. The shock was swiftly interrupted by Eddie’s warm skin. His lips nipped at your neck as his hands wandered around the soft spots of your inner thighs. Resisting him was almost impossible, but somehow you found your words.

“Eddie… Did you forget what I told you?” You groaned. He pulled away a few inches which allowed the street lamps to cast a glow upon his devilish grin.

“You told me no funny business in my room. We’re not in my room are we?” he snickered.

“We’re outside Eddie, what if someone sees?” Your breathing became heavier. A soft whimper escaped your lips as his knee snaked in between your legs, your sex resting right on top of it.

“No one’s going to look back here and I know you’ll be quiet. You wouldn’t want my old man to hear you from inside,” His arm held onto the trailer wall, propping himself up as he slowly worked his leg up and down. He smiled wider as he felt a light wetness cover his knee through the rip in his jeans. “Are you sure you want me to take you home right now?”

“N-no…”

“What was that baby?” He asked. With his leg moving faster, your hips responded by grinding back.

“No, Eddie. I want you. I want you now,” You replied desperately.

“There you go, sweetheart. I’ll make this quick so I can still get you home on time. Turn around for me, beautiful,” He ordered. You obeyed then gasped as Eddie roughly pulled down your underwear and pushed your skirt to sit around your hips. He bent down and sighed as he glanced at you from behind. “So beautiful” he mumbled before dragging his tongue along your folds and crudely spitting into your entrance. You felt dizzy processing everything Eddie was doing to you. As you tried to steady your breathing, he didn’t waste one moment before freeing his hard cock from his jeans and slipping it inside you. With the mess he made with your juices and his saliva, Eddie had no problem getting straight to pounding you from behind. His free arm was now around your waist to hold your hips steady as he filled you completely. You let out quiet yelps with each stroke and it only drove him more wild. His rhythm quickened and you knew he was close. You continued to pay attention to his movement and as soon as he pulled out, you hurriedly spun back around and got on your knees. Eddie let out a low growl and held a firm grip on your hair as you tried to suck his cock at the same pace he was previously fucking you in. His knees buckled and he sharply breathed in before cumming in your mouth. His thumb caressed your cheek as you happily swallowed his load.

“You’re fucking amazing,” Eddie said before reaching down and peppering your face in kisses.

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FREQUENCY: Episode 3 - A Soldier Boy Story

FREQUENCY: A Soldier Boy Story

EPISODE 3: “Elkwood, TN”

WORD COUNT: 4059

PAIRING: Soldier Boy X Reader

WARNINGS: (NSFW) Drugs, death, and mentions of suicide. Foul language, mentions of sex, or sexual innuendos. Slow burn starts now. (Sorry)

A/N: This story is dark, and covers mature themes. The main character, as well as other major characters, are offensive in nature, and may offend some people. Please peruse with caution, and remember that this is fiction. Reader discretion is advised. Please message me for any questions, comments, or concerns.

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When Vought had relocated me to Appalachian West Virginia, I didn’t know anyone. I was moved into a wooded mountain home, and watched over by two local park rangers. Both men, both never had been married. They had no idea how to take care of a young girl. But, from fourteen to eighteen, I struck up a bond with both of them that I had never experienced with another human being.

Jim was an older white man, maybe in his late fifties. He’d take me out on his gator and drive me all around the national park. He’d play me John Denver, as he’d smoke a pack of camel crush. He always told me never to smoke. That it was an awful habit he had formed. I told him he wouldn’t ever have to worry about that. I could always taste the pesticides.

I always swore Jim had been gay. He had the quintessential straight man behavior. He shot guns, smoked, watched sports, and enjoyed shitty, cheap beer. But, he was handsome. He was over fifty and had never been married. He isolated himself in the embrace of the forest. He would sit outside on the back porch, and paint the sunset. On holidays I’d ask him why he wasn’t with his family, he told me his job was to watch me, so he couldn’t be. But that wasn’t true. He never liked talking about home. He had no photos up from his childhood. And he never, ever reminisced on simpler times.

Wahkan was cherokee. He was from one of the reservations in East Tennessee. He moved up to West Virginia after getting offered more money to watch the lands up there. He accepted, of course, and funneled most, if not all of his money back to his family. Hell, the only reason he took on the challenge of raising me was so he could take the money from Vought, and send it back over to the res.

I’m always fortunate I was able to go with him to the reservation. I used to sit in the long grass with the other girls my age, and make jewelry from creek rocks, and turkey feathers. The sun would set in the distance, and a crackling fire would billow up into the sky. They’d have buffalo roasting over it. Its hide laid out, and drying in preparation for a warm winter coat.

When I decided to move back to the city after I had turned eighteen, it was a hard goodbye with the both of them. They watched as I got loaded back up into the same black Escalade that dropped me off all those years ago. I had waved goodbye with misty tears in my eyes. I wasn’t much of a crier, but watching them become smaller as the car drove away changed that.

A few months after I had gotten settled, things felt uneasy. I would communicate with some of the girls from the res on Facebook. Wahkan, and John hadn’t been answering me. They said they hadn’t heard from them either. That day I sat outside of Vought tower on a bench, and listened in on crisis management. From the sounds of it, there had been a data leak that was traced back to somewhere a few miles away from the town I used to stay in.

I hopped in my car and drove straight to West Virgina, only stopping for gas. I got there around nightfall. The cabin was dark, and quiet. That wasn’t normal, I had thought. I listened in, hearing one slow heartbeat. Thank god. He must’ve been sleeping. I let out a sigh of relief, and started back to my car— until I smelled it. Fresh, hot blood. My face went white, and my heart sank. I sprinted up to the front of the house, and noticed the door had been left cracked open, a trail of red footprints staining the wood.

I kicked the door open, screaming, seeing if I’d get any response. I flipped the lights to the house on, and looked around until I saw John’s body laying at the start of the kitchen. He was lifeless, and had been for an hour or so. They were just here. I searched frantically for Wahkan, trying to locate the sound of the slowing heartbeat I had heard earlier. My eyes landed on him. He was on the floor next to the couch.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said. “It’s not safe, if they find you, they’ll kill you.”

I fell to my knees, rushing to his side. I placed my hand over the wound on his stomach, firmly pressing down to stop the bleeding.

“I don’t understand,” I cried. “Where’s the phone? I need to call an ambulance.”

“Too late,” He added, his voice barely above a whisper. “They cut the lines before they left.”

I reached into my pocket, going to pull out my own phone, but he placed his hands on mine, and stopped me.

“No,” he shook his head. “This is my time. It’s alright.”

“This is all my fault.” I said, as I felt hot tears streaming down my face, and neck.

“Don’t make this about you.” He laughed, soft and weak, putting a bloody hand against the side of my face.

“They’ll never get away with this.” I demanded.

He just shook his head, taking a deep breath. His eyelids were getting heavy. He didn’t have much time left.

“Just be…gentle,” He said. “And if you ever need a place to stay…a place that’s safe…a place where you can think of home…the reservation will welcome you with open arms.”

He wiped a tear away with his thumb, as he took his last breath. His body going limp. At least he was at peace.

Driving down the interstate with Uncle Sam by my side, I knew exactly where we would settle ourselves at. Elkwood is a tiny town a little ways from Gatlinburg, nestled at the bed of a beautiful valley. It’s quiet, and everyone knows each other. Like, if someone was throwing a small get together, you best believe the whole town was showing up. Whether it be the people who lived on the res, or just plain mountain folk.

I looked to my side, he was hunched over, my registration from the glove compartment settled in his lap. He’s snorting from a small pile of benzos he made me stop for earlier. He catches my gaze.

“Want some?”

“No thanks.” I chuckle.

“Suit yourself.” He says before diving back into the freshly crushed powder.

I watch him from the corner of my eye as I speed quickly down the highway. His hair, and beard are wild, and disheveled. He looks close to normal though in the sweat suit I gave him. I smile to myself, picturing him in that campy army green uniform. What a fraud, I think. The man was never a real soldier, they might as well have him look like one.

“You’re a pretty good driver for a woman.” He states, wiping off his nose, scooping his powder back into a ziplock bag.

“Thanks…” I say, rolling my eyes. He was much nicer when he wasn’t talking.

“So what's your thing?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Your thing, like, your power, I guess. I don’t fuckin’ know. You said you were a supe, right?”

“Yes, unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately? You must have some shitty power then.”

Some shitty power, I think. Rolling my eyes again.

“I get it,” He says smiling, leaning into me. “They forced it on ya while you were just a baby, huh?”

He reaches down, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He puts one up to his lips and lights it, inhaling deeply. He blows the air out through parted lips as he continues his conversation.

“Seems like you bastards that had baby V are all just a bunch of freaks.”

I look over at him, raising an eyebrow. Now I know why they wanted to keep this guy fucking sedated.

“Say, what's your name anyway? Can’t go around just calling you a freak bastard.” He chuckles smugly.

“Actually,” I grin. “That is my name.”

He squints his eyes at me, pulling his cigarette away from his lips. He leans back, taking me in.

“Some parents you have calling you Freak Bastard, huh?”

“No,” I say, laughing now. “Just Freak, short for Frequency.”

He holds a finger up, tipping it at me. “Ah, but that's your Supe name, what's your real name?”

My real name. I go to change the subject.

“So, do you want to know my plan? The reason why I’ve rescued you? What I need your help with?”

“I’m gonna be honest with you sweetheart, I don’t usually go by a plan. I just wing it, and it happens to work out in my favor.”

“Right,” I nod. “That's why you ended up back in the ice again, huh?”

He glares at me, I beam right back at him.

“So,” I start. “Over the Summer Vought is throwing this huge party in celebration of Temp V.”

“What the fuck is Temp V?” He asks.

“...Temporary Compound V.” I say blankly.

“Right, I remember the cock sucker talking about that. Wait…When the fucks the Summer? And what the fuck year is it?”

“It's April. And it’s only been a year since they put you back in that chamber.”

He stares off into the distance, a solemn look on his face. I couldn’t even imagine having missed thirty years of life. Being put to sleep at the birth of the computer, and waking back up at the dawn of AI.

My empathy for him is short lived.

“Wait, you’re tellin’ me I got to wait,” He counts on his fingers. “Three fuckin’ months before we do this?”

“That's three months of freedom to you.”

“It's not fuckin' freedom if I’m gonna be on the run from these people finding me for Christs sake! Also, last time I fuckin’ checked, you’re practically holding me hostage!”

I scoff at him. “Oh please, you said earlier you could kill me, then leave at any time.”

“Yeah, well, that’s before you brought up family.”

Fuck. I think. I forgot about that.

I don’t say much else as I stare out at the road ahead of me. I feel my blood pressure going up, my arteries tightening at just the mention of my shitty lie. I’d make a horrible villain, I think. I feel guilty for everything, and everyone. I sigh, reaching down to the radio. I fiddle with it until it reaches a mixed station, classic hits from then and now.

“Well,” I say, pressing my foot harder onto the accelerator. “We can try and catch you up on everything you missed over the past thirty years.”

I turn up the dial as “Wonderwall” sings through the speakers.

We are about two hours from Tennessee now, he's fast asleep in the passenger seat. I got him a cheeseburger earlier, and picked up some hair shears from a dollar store on the same exit. I think he had worn himself out trying to trim his own hair and beard. He gets frustrated easily. I had offered to help, but he insisted on doing it himself.

As the gas pumps in my car, I look down at my phone. There had been no news alerts about a break in, or that Soldier Boy was missing. Vought must be doing a good job with crisis management. Or the CIA simply never let them know. I had no texts from anyone either. See, it isn’t out of the ordinary for me to disappear into the middle of nowhere. In fact, even the likes of Butcher knew I often found myself back home in the South to escape the sounds of the city.

Before I left I remembered to leave my debit and credit cards at home so I wouldn't be tempted to use them. I always kept a significant amount of cash in the safe anyway after years of training. I had turned on auto-payments for my rent, and obviously didn’t cancel any sort of subscription service like Netflix or Spotify. I thought if someone had been on my trail, the first thing they'd check would be my bank records. I made sure to turn off all location tracking on my phone, and decided to keep my VPN on 24/7. That wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to anyone either, again, considering my past in security.

The pump thuds, signifying it's filled up. I grab the handle, and pull the nozzle out. I always have to make sure to cover my nose with my sleeve in these instances. The fumes have made me pass out in the past. Benzene is so pungent that a normal human nose can even smell it if there's just 1 part per million in the surrounding air. I get dizzy just thinking about it.

We get close to Elkwood now, maybe twenty minutes out. I look over to him as he puffs little snores out into the air. His heartbeat is steady, his blood pressure normal in comparison to when I woke him up earlier.

Ever since he trimmed his hair, made himself look more presentable, I found myself not blaming women for being so attracted to him. I mean, he really was a beautiful man…As long as he kept that fuckin’ mouth shut. He has a light dusting of freckles across his nose, which is a stark contrast to his hard exterior. His eyes are a sweet shade of green, one that matches that awful uniform of his.

I pull up to the outskirts of the res, some of the younger kids had ended up building their own homes around this area. I walk up to Ama’s trailer, leaving him back in the car asleep to avoid any unwanted interactions. Before I can knock on the door, she goes to open it. Ama beams at me, as beautiful as ever, pulling me into a tight hug. She's the one I had been keeping in touch with on facebook after all these years.

“Welcome home.” She says smiling.

I smile back. Looking down I notice a small child wrapped around her legs, and a man standing up from the couch.

“You’ve been busy!” I exclaim, waving at the little boy hiding his face behind his mother, giggling.

“I have been,” She gestures to the man behind her. “This is my boyfriend, Asher.”

I put my hand out for a shake. A white guy, I think. I give her a look as he grips onto my hand. She looks back at me, beginning to laugh. I remember all of them always making fun of the Wasichu. Something catches her gaze in the distance. I turn around to see Soldier Boy leaning against the door of my car, lighting a cigarette.

“Who is this?” She asks, walking over to my car to inevitably meet the man I so desperately need to hide. Fuck, I think. What am I going to say about this?

He turns to her as she walks towards him. He puts on a big smile. She opens her arms wide for a hug.

“I’m Ben,” He beams. Ben. I swear his teeth glimmer in the light for a second. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Bastard. I think. He knows what he's doing.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ben,” Ama wraps her arm around my shoulder as I walk over to the both of them, grinning awkwardly. “She never told me she had a man back home.”

I flush at this. Damn it. He looks down at his feet kicking at a little rock. He acts bashful, like he's been caught doing something naughty.

“What, she didn’t mention little ol’ me?” He asks.

“Nope, not even a peep.” She elbows me in the side.

I scoff at her, gesturing down to the little boy who had followed us over to the car.

“I’m sorry, last time I checked you have a fucking child!”

She leans into my neck, whispering to me through gritted teeth.

“The elders don’t want others to know…” She raises her eyebrows.

Ah. I nod. At least she has an excuse.

“Well,” She says, clapping her hands together. “Let's get you two home!”

She still has her hands wrapped around my shoulders, walking us towards my new abode for the next few months.

“He’s so hot. I didn’t know you were into older guys.” She whispers under her breath.

I elbow her in the side, my face heating up with some color. I could hear him smiling behind me. I wasn’t the only one around here with good hearing anymore.

The trailer is cute, small but cute. It’s painted a gentle powder blue, and the shutters contrast a pale yellow. It has a little porch with two adirondack chairs outfront, as well as a little bench swing hanging questionably from the wooden awning. Ama had made a note to put a bunch of potted flowers on the outside, knowing how much I like the smell of them. It also may have added to the overall aesthetic of the home.

She unlocked the front door for me, and then handed me the key. SB and Asher were behind us talking about something to do with the house. This is dangerous. He knew nothing about anything these days, let alone how to even have a conversation with a modern man. If you were to ask him who the current president was, he wouldn't have an answer. If you were to tell him we have had a black president, he’d probably pass out on the floor.

“Alright,” She says, showing off the place. “This is it.”

It's cute, small, but cute. I can't help but worry about the fact that neither of us will probably be able to stand each other at the end of this, but hey, let's think positively.

“This is the living room, which is obviously attached to the kitchen.” She goes over to the couch, gesturing to it. “Pull out if he ever ends up in the dog house.” She clicks her tongue, winking at him.

The living area has a floral print sectional, and a leather recliner. In the center is an old wooden coffee table, and a big ass TV across from it, mounted to the wall.

“Cable, Netflix, ESPN, you name it.” She adds.

The kitchen has smaller versions of standard appliances, and every sort of pot and pan or baking dish we may need.

“The second eye on that stove doesn't work, so don't even try it. Oh, and unfortunately it is gas. If it really starts to bother you we can get you an electric.”

“Dont worry about it,” I wave my hand to her, brushing it off. “A little methane never hurt anybody.”

She laughs, turning to Asher. “No need for a carbon monoxide detector with this one in the area.”

I look over at SB, he looks thoroughly confused. Standing here now I realize I still never told him the gift compound v gave me. I’m sure he's just utterly bewildered by this point. He looks between Ama and I like we’re fucking crazy.

“Shower, bath, toilet. Don’t flush, and run laundry or do dishes at the same time.”

Bathroom, much like the rest of the house, is small. But again, it has everything we may need, so I can't complain. Also we lucked out with having a washer and dryer on site. The last thing I want is having to drag him to a laundromat.

“And the best part, the bedroom!” She kicks the door open, displaying a very comfortable queen size bed. Only one. I think. Thank god for the pull out couch.

“Drawers line the walls over here under the TV, and there are some more underneath the mattress.”

“Awesome,” I beam. “Really Ama, I can't begin to thank you enough.”

She smiles, pulling me into a big hug.

“We’re so happy you're here.”

She goes up to SB, resting a careful hand on his shoulder, smiling at him tenderly. He nods to her, thanking her as well.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t, and text me if you need me.”

“Will do.” I say, following her over to the front door, and closing it behind them.

I take a deep breath, pushing my back against the door, sliding down onto the floor. I jolt my head up, pointing at him.

“He didn’t say anything you didn’t know, did he?”

He shrugs, moving over to the sectional and plopping himself down on it.

“So you're telling me I have to stay in this shack with you for three months?” He ignores my question.

I narrow my eyes on him.

“You got anything better to do?”

“Yeah, fleeing the country to sunny Costa Rica.” He counters.

I scoff, standing up, and walking over to the sink. I grab a cup from the cupboard, and pour myself a glass of water from the tap.

“They make it pretty hard these days. Y’know, crossing the border.” I add.

He smiles, a weak, weary expression on his face. He looks down at his hands.

“For the time being, I don’t mind being here. As long as you promise no one is gonna find me.”

“They won’t, and they never will. I told you, once you help me with this, you are free to go. I will get you out of here, family in hand, no problem.”

He stares at me for a moment. It’s silent. He watches me with squinted eyes.

“What's all this about gas stoves? You pyrokinetic?”

I start laughing, in fact, I start laughing really hard. So hard I have to bring a finger up to my eyes to wipe.

He chuckles now too, watching me.

“What?” He says.

“No, I’m sorry. It was just funny, the way that you said it, I mean.”

“So, you are?”

“What?”

“A pyrokinetic.”

“Oh, God no.”

“Then what the fuck is your deal with gas stoves, little girl?” He grills, concerned.

“Okay, first of all, I’m not a little girl. I am an adult.” I gesture down to my obvious adult body.

“Yeah, whatever. You’re at least a hundred years younger than me, so.”

There is silence, until.

“It’s my senses, by the way. Since you’re curious, I mean.” I say suddenly.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“My five senses, they are all heightened.”

“What, like taste and shit?”

“Yes, taste and shit.” I snort.

“You smell colors or something?” He jokes.

“Sometimes.” I say, shrugging my shoulders. I begin to walk off into the bedroom.

“Wait, what?” He glares at me questionably.

“I’m going to sleep.” I ignore him.

“I’m sorry, did you say you could smell colors?”

“Goodnight, Ben.” I put emphasis on his name, knowing he never told it to me. He grins. I start to close the door, he shouts to me from his spot on the couch.

“Leave the door unlocked, I’ll be in there in a few.”

“Nice try.” I say.

“A queen is plenty big for two!”

“So is that pullout couch.”

He groans as I close the door behind me.

As I fall asleep, I can only hope for the best. As God as my witness, I would never mean to lie about something as big as family. Especially since I don’t even have one to enjoy. I’d do anything for that. At this point though, my game plan would be; get revenge on Vought, face the consequences from him, and inevitably die. That sounds like a dream. I’d go out with a smile knowing my success in Vought slaughter. May he blow me up into a million little pieces.

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you knew this wasn’t healthy. this wasn’t grieving. this was the opposite of grief. but you just couldn’t let him go. after not getting to say goodbye to him, this was the only way you felt you could reconcile that fact.

sure, it was sketchy; rick didn’t even really know what the herbs were as he’d never tried them himself before. and supposedly, his supplier was extremely shady and mysterious (more so than rick considered normal), but you didn’t care. the second you heard this was an option for you, you didn’t ask anymore questions. you didn’t care about the risks.

“c’mon, rick. i just need a little more.”

“no, y/n. i told you i’m not selling to you anymore; you go through it faster than you should. if eddie were still alive, he’d fucking kill me for supplying you with so much of this shit.”

the hollow space in your chest where your heart should be aches at the reminder despite the whole reason you were even here was because of that horrible fact.

eyes brimming with tears, you plead weakly, “please. i can’t-i can’t do this. i need to see him. i need to talk to him. i-i don’t know what i’m gonna do, i-”

“okay! fuck. just take it and go,” rick concedes, uncomfortable at your hysterics. “but that’s the last of it. my guy’s been off my radar for a while, so i can’t even get you anymore.”

“thank you,” you say, taking the small bag from him and hastily crushing your cash into his hands before he can change his mind.

as you descend the steps, he calls out your name. you turn to him after stepping onto the damp grass at the bottom of the steps. suddenly, rick looks shy; a display much out of the ordinary for him.

“um,” he begins softly. “tell him i say hey, alright? and be careful with that shit.” rick says, jerking his chin up, referencing the strange herbs he’d just sold you.

you nod solemnly and walk back to where your car’s parked on the road.

“i saw arien yesterday. caught her sun bathing again and looking all majestic; her orange fur was practically glowing.”

“you were at the trailer park?” he asks, thumb ceasing it’s soft caresses over the back of your hand.

“yeah,” you answer passively before continuing; it seemed irrelevant to dwell on the fact that you still visit the park and his dilapidated trailer.

“i brought her some milk and she was very appreciative; got all cozy in my lap after and let me pet her. she’s such a sweetheart...i wish we were at your place so we could search for her now, give her some lovin’.”

suddenly, you’re reminded of what rick said earlier. you’d been so busy revelling in eddie’s presence that you momentarily forgot rick’s message.

“oh, and rick says ‘hi’ by the way. he misses you a lot more than he’s letting on i think,” you perceive, lifting your head from eddie’s chest to look up at him.

as always, his hair flows in dark chestnut waves over his shoulders and he wears his favourite metallica band tee and jeans. it was your favourite outfit of his; though simple, he looked soft and gorgeous in it. best of all, there’s no dried blood caked to his pale skin, no giant gashes bitten out of his torso.

“have you seen anyone other than rick this week?” eddie asks innocently from above, a casual air about him.

“i’m seeing you right now,” you answer, hand coming up to thumb his chin softly because you can. he’s warm beneath your fingertip and the rest of your body.

eddie huffs a sigh and sits up abruptly, pulling away from your touch. you sit up too, startled by the sudden shift, mourning the loss of his warmth.

you don’t like where this is going. the more you see him, the more he encourages you not to. you try to brush past this and get back to how things were before; your light conversation, eddie’s soft touches.

“we could go see arien. i think she’d like to see you too,” you note, though you know that she wouldn’t be able to and the thought makes your chest hurt.

“no.”

again, you’re struck by the shift in tone and try to move past it. “okay…well, we can just hang out here tonight then. maybe watch a movie. and you can pick. i think we have-” you rant, grappling to keep control of this situation, keep him from turning on you.

before you can continue your rambling, eddie stops you in your tracks by cradling your face in his big hands, forcing you to focus on him. “y/n.”

“yeah?” you respond weakly. you feel like you’re in trouble. and you probably are.

“you can’t do this anymore,” eddie says, brows furrowed, hands still warm on your face. you shut your eyes tightly. all the emotions—all the grief—you kept at bay since the herbs kicked in come flooding to the surface, revealing themselves in hot, silent tears rushing down your cheeks. you can’t control the tears, just as you can’t control what eddie’s about to say to you, what he’s already said.

the love of your life, your closest friend, your greatest supporter, the best thing that ever happened to you. when he walked into your life everything felt easier. when he left his, your heart had been torn from your chest. you left it in the upside down that day, throbbing on the grimy ground. you had no use for it anymore. and then you discovered the herbs. you couldn’t lose him again.

“please don’t leave me,” you cry, shoulders shaking, hands held to your chest where they wring together.

eddie flinches at the sight, bringing his hands from your face to hold both your hands in his. he gives them a gentle squeeze and you think the pressure is the best feeling in the world because it’s eddie.

“we don’t have a choice, baby,” he whispers, almost imperceptibly.

your face crumbles at his words.

“but i-” your voice cracks. “i don’t want anyone else,” you sob, pulling him closer to you so you can hold him tight, listen to his heartbeat, imagine it. imagining what you’d be doing now if he was still alive. imagining what your life would be like together in 5 years. in 10. in 20.

but eddie doesn’t get anymore time. and you don’t get anymore time with him.

“i know, angel,” eddie says sympathetically, hands soothing down your back before drawing your face back up to his where you see unshed tears shining in the deep abyss of his dark chocolate eyes. “but i have to go.”

as he says it, you know it’s the best thing. it’s not the good thing, it doesn’t even feel like the right thing because he should be with you here and now, alive. but you’ve always known this was wrong. you’ve always known this wasn’t what you were supposed to do after eddie’s heart stopped beating.

you breathe in a shaky breath and let it out slow. you nod, hot tears rushing down your cheeks, dripping down your chin, sliding down your neck. you think they’ll fall forever; perpetually forming and falling, falling, falling.

“close your eyes,” eddie instructs, the calloused pad of his thumb brushing the skin just beneath your eye. your frown deepens and eddie nods lightly, giving you a reassuring soft smile. you oblige.

the plush pillow of his lips press to your cheek. “i love you.”

“i-i love you,” you reply quietly.

and then he says nothing. because when you open your eyes, blurry with tears, eddie’s gone.

#eddie munson x gn reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #is he a ghost?#is he a hallucination?#hmmmm #much to think about #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb

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yunggoblin · 9 months

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Love Bug - Dean Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: Dean gets a cold and Sam doesn’t want to take care of his older brother. So it’s up to you to take care of the sick Winchester.

Warnings: Sickness, Sick!Dean Fluff, Nothing too much.

Word Count: 1,299

You sipped on your warm mug full of coffee while sitting in the kitchen. It was around six in the morning, the sun slowly rising, birds singing and the smell of your favorite coffee was in the air. The world seemed to be at peace for once, until a loud cough erupted throughout the hall. You’ve been hearing that scratchy cough all throughout the night. Sighing softly, rubbing your tired eyes. Sam walked into the kitchen looking just as tired as you, his shirt up over his nose not breathing in the air. “Kept you up too, huh?” You questioned, sipping on your morning beverage.

"Yeah." Sam sighed, grabbing the coffee pot he poured himself a cup, adding sugar and cream in it. "I say we drop Dean’s ass at a hotel until this leaves his system.” Sam said truthfully. You frowned at the youngest brother.

"Samuel, that's a rude thing to say. He’s sick, he needs sleep and support through this. Not moving around and getting out of bed.” Just as if it was ‘opposite day’, Dean shuffled his way into the kitchen wearing his black and red plaid robe and black slippers. The tip of his nose bright red and runny, pale yet clammy face, dark bags under his eyes as if he hasn’t slept in days.

"Morning.” He coughed into his arm, shuffling towards the coffee making you and Sam quickly step away.

"Dean, you need to be in bed.“ You announced.

"I’m fine.” He cleared his throat, trying to get the fluids out. “Just a cold.” He mumbled as he leaned against the counter, out of energy.

"Dean, go to bed. I’ll bring you some soup and tea.“ You snagged the coffee pot from his hand and placed it underneath the machine. Dean groaned but didn’t say another word as he shuffled back out of the kitchen, mumbling under his breath. As Dean walked out, so did Sam, making sure his older brother went back to bed.

You opened up the cabinet, going up on your tippy toes and reached up for the nearest tomato soup which was on the top shelf. Finally, your fingers wrapped around the metal can and brought it down, grabbing a pot and placing it on the stove you started up the flames letting the pot heat up and pouring the red thick liquid into the silver pot.

"Alright, I’ll be gone for a few days.” Sam announced, tossing the strap of his bag filled with clothes over his shoulder.

You gave him a smile with a small laugh, your attention going back to the soup, stirring it. “You’re really leaving because of a cold that Dean has?” You questioned.

"That is not a damn cold, he has the flu. Now, I’ll be down the road at that motel. Need anything just call.“ Sam said and left on that note. You rolled your eyes at his silliness, once the soup started to boil you poured it into a bowl. You placed a spoon in the soup and poured some orange juice into a cup, walking down the hallway towards Dean’s room in a careful manner so that you wouldn’t spill the meal.

You knocked softly and opened the door, "Hey, it’s me.” You told him and opened the door widely to see the poor male in his bed. Dean sat up as you placed the glass of orange juice on the night stand by his bed and the bowl of soup on the blanket that covered his lap. “If you need anything just text me, when your done get some sleep.” You reminded him, running your fingers through his messy hair and kissing his forehead. He really must have the flu, he was burning up.

"Thank you, Y/N.” He gave you a weak smile, like he used all of his energy just to give you a kind gesture.

"Get some rest, big guy.” You smiled and walked out of his room, shutting the door softly.

As time passed you did chores, disinfecting things to kill the virus if it was attached to anything in the bunker, doing laundry and the dishes. You put away the last plate and walked down the hallway back to Dean’s room, knocking softly. You opened up the door to see a passed out Dean stretched out on his bed. You smiled softly and tucked him in nice and tight, turning off the tv that was on a cop show and felt his forehead once again, still a bit warm. You grabbed his empty glass of juice and half way empty soup and walked out, shutting the door softly.

As you put the wet clothes in the drier you sighed heavily, with your back aching. Today has been slow, no calls about hunts, no sign of Sam getting in trouble, no nothing. Grabbing the large blanket from the dryer, you made your way once more to Dean’s room this time he was getting dressed into new pajamas, wet hair. You realized he took a shower. “Oh hey.” Dean yawned as he crawled back into his memory foam bed.

“Hey, I was just checking up on you.” You smiled and felt his forehead, he felt cool from the shower, he had a bit more color back into his cheeks and nose not as stuffed. “You’re looking better.” You said truthfully. “I brought you a fresh blanket, straight out of the dryer.”

“I feel better.” Dean sighed softly, snuggling down on his bed. “Thanks for not ditching me, like Sammy.” He chuckled softly. “Hmm.” He hummed as he rubbed his face against the soft plush cover, laying it out on his bed as he tossed the sickly blanket towards the hamper.

You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes and smile, of course the neat freak little brother dipped knowing there was a sickness in the bunker. “You’re welcome, sorry Sam left. He didn’t want to get sick.” You tucked Dean in about to leave but he quickly grabbed your wrist.

“No, please stay.” Dean begged, you bit your lip knowing the chances of getting sick. Dean scooted over for you to lay beside him. Sighing softly you nodded your head, climbing underneath the covers and laid down. Your back pressing up against his front. He was warm like a heating pad. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath making you break out in goosebumps as it hit your skin.

Few days later Sammy came back like he promised. “Hey man, you look good.” Sam chuckled as he hugged Dean who was drinking coffee in the kitchen.

“I'm feeling damn good.” Dean smiled and hugged his taller brother back.

“Where’s Y/N?” Sam asked, looking around, trying to find the mother-like women.

“I’m right here.” You sniffed, shuffling into the room with a blanket wrapped around you. “I think you got me sick.” Coughing into your fist, pulling the blanket closer to your body, shivering.

“I’ll see you in a few days.” Sam grabbed his bag and quickly left the bunker like it was contaminated.

Dean looked over at you, smiling softly. “Looks like I’ll be the one looking after you,” He walked towards you, kissing your heated cheeks. “Get back to bed, I’ll make you some soup.” He said softly, his hand placing against your forehead and stroking down your cheek to cup it. “My sweet little girl, sick all because of me.” Dean leaned down and pressed his full lips against your warm forehead.

“By the way we keep kissing each other sick and all we’re never going to get this flu out of the bunker.” You teased him.

“Sick or not, I’ll never stop kissing you.” Dean hummed, leaning down and pressing his lips against your soft ones.

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kurooblossom · 10 months

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「LATE」左然

ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3 | MASTERLIST

➤ Word Count: 826

➤ Pairing: Artem Wing (Zuǒ Rán) x reader

➤ Tags: established relationship, f!reader, fluff, probably ooc since I haven’t played this game properly in like... 6 months or longer??

“I’ll be right there,” Artem said, before hanging up the phone.

Silently, he slipped the phone into his pants pocket before standing up and maneuvering quickly around the room. Knowing exactly what he was looking for, he went straight for a stack of papers he had nearby to where he stored his briefcase. Popping open the briefcase, he slipped the papers inside along with a few other items before closing it once more.

"Are you going out?" Y/N asked, peering up from the tablet she had in hand, one of many NXX cases up on the screen.

"Yes." He replied, focusing on gathering the items he needed. "I should be back before you get off though."

“Oh, okay...”

Once he finished grabbing everything he needed, he looked over everything once more before turning to his partner.

The girl softly smiled up at him, however, the smile didn’t quite meet her eyes. His heart ached to see her smile. He knew why it was there, but he couldn’t do anything to fix it, at least not now.

With an apologetic smile, he approached her briefly and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll be back soon.” He murmured, lips brushing against her soft skin.

Guiding her out of his office and locking the door, Artem left the firm.

Hours passed and it was late when the brunette stepped foot back into the office. All the lights throughout the building had long since been turned off, except for one. A small frown formed on his lips as he approached the building and entered the elevator.

She surely wouldn't be here at this hour... right? Artem thought to himself.

Of course, he had told her that before he left he would try to be back before she got off for the day. After all, he wanted to go on their little dinner date as much as she did. So he tried and tried to fix the issue with his client as fast and efficiently as he could. However, his attempts to get back before their scheduled date time were in vain. Before the clock on his phone even had time to move forward, when he noticed how late it was and how much of a standstill his work was at, he quickly sent her a text to go on home for the evening after work.

The sun had already disappeared from the sky and the moon replaced it when Artem was finally able to leave. He sighed disappointedly, slipping behind the wheel of his car, leaning back in the leather seat tiredly once the door closed behind him.

He would just have to make it up to her, he decided.

As he drove back to the office to gather the remainder of his things, he thought of how to make it up to her. Flowers and a fancy dinner? A relaxing date to one of her favorite places?

Before he knew it, his car pulled into the parking lot for the firm and began his way up to his floor. The sole of his shoe loudly and impatiently tapped against the stone flooring of the otherwise quiet elevator, the relatively short ride felt longer than normal tonight.

His frown deepened when the elevator door opened and he saw the lights turned on in the last area he wanted to see them.

“Y/N?” He called out.

His long legs moved swiftly around the office, quickly closing the distance between himself and Y/N’s desk. His pace slowed as he neared her, a feeling he only got with her tugged at his heart as he caught his first glimpse of her face.

Even with her disheveled appearance, from what he could only assume was from her being hunched over her desk, she was still the most beautiful person he had laid eyes on. Her brows that furrowed as she focused on work were now relaxed along with the rest of her face. A look of peaceful bliss was etched into her expression.

“What am I going to do with you?” He murmured to himself,

Quietly, Artem slipped off his blazer and placed the warm fabric on her shoulders. Almost like it was second nature to her, Y/N hummed at the newfound warmth before curling her head in the direction of the familiar scent.

“Y/N, love...”

His callused fingertips gently grazed her skin as he reached over her figure and swept the loose hairs from her face.

“Artem?” She managed out tiredly, her eyes glazed over with sleep as they opened. “You’re back?”

“Yes...” he replied, a small frown on his lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t get back in time for our dinner plans.”

“It’s okay.” Still half-asleep, she softly smiled up at him. “We can always go another time.”

How he didn’t deserve her...

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He said softly, a determined glint in his eyes. “Firstly, let’s get you home.”

➤ A/N: Not proud of that ending but I was going to drive myself insane if I didn’t force myself to finish this off somehow. I’ll most definitely give this a re-write in the future.

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