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xdaddysprincessxx · 1 month

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Congrats on 800, Prinny!

my thot:

Joel is a truck driver and reader is a hitch hiker he picked up several states before. They get along well enough (no sex...yet) THEN! one day, another hitch hiker approaches Joel looking for a ride - Ezra. He wants to know if you're available for some fun, and Joel has to decide if it's just him who gets you or if he's got room in his bunk for a threesome...

I leave the rest in your ever capable and good hands, baby!

Beefro👌🥩💜

Ride

Joel x F!reader x Ezra

18+, this is grump x sunshine x2, we got ass eating, ass spanking, 1 face slap, double penetration, and more. Very barely edited, not beta’d all mistakes are mine, read at your own risk. Also again 18+ , minors fuck off thank you

Word count: 3,200 - “Drabble” lmaoooo yea it got away from me.

REO Speedwagon flowed through the truck speakers as you reach your hand out the open window, letting the wind move your hand up and down. You’ve kicked your bare feet up on the dash as you hum along quietly. Your companion, Joel, lets out a grunt as he gives you a side eyed glance. It’s been a couple of months since he picked you up on the side of the highway. Unhappy with how life was, you decided to say fuck this, packed a small bag and headed out for whatever adventure came your way. Unfortunately you didn’t plan on your car dying on you half way across the country. Which is how you found yourself stranded at a gas station in Nevada. There was a hotel next to it that you were able to get a room at. One morning you packed up and started walking down the highway. You didn’t go too far in case no one picked you up, you could still walk back to the hotel.

Wearing your shortest daisy duke shorts with an old white tshirt tied up in the front, you were determined to hitch a ride. Lo and behold here comes a semi truck just driving along. Quickly you stopped and stuck your thumb out to signal you needed a ride. At first the truck kept going but soon the driver pulled over. Smiling real big you started to run towards the truck.

Climbing up the side, you stuck your head in the window,

“Well hello there handsome. You got room for little ole me to join?”

The driver had a permanent scowl on his face it seemed. Very easy on the eyes, a soft belly that hung over his pants as he sat.

“Hop in darlin.” He said in a deep, gruff voice.

Something about the handsome, thick driver got you going. You could already feel yourself getting wet just from this small interaction.You couldn’t help but think of how much trouble you just found yourself in.

Present Day

It’s been a few weeks since Joel picked you up. A part of you is surprised he hasn’t dropped you off and left yet. Another part of you hopes he never does. For the most part Joel doesn’t talk a lot. He hasn’t really opened up about himself to you. But you are a talker, you love to chat and boy do you.

Leaned back with your bare feet on the dash with your hand outside the window, moving with the wind.

“I heard it from a friend whooo heard it from a friend who heard it from another you been messing around” you softly sang out loud. Turning your head to face Joel, giving him a big smile.

Joel returned your smile with a soft smile of his own.

Something about you has captivated him. Your beauty stunned him the first time he saw you. You had a pretty mouth he often daydreamed of but your little talking habit drove him crazy. As time went on though he found he actually enjoys hearing you go on and on about everything and nothing all at once. And now that’s he’s spent all this time with you, he’s not so willing to let you go. Ever. Whether you agreed or not, in Joel’s mind, you were his.

“Hey! Look! A hitchhiker! Can we help him Joel? Please? Like how you helped me?” You batted your eyelashes and gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

Joel saw a man walking down the highway, sticking his thumb out.

Looking at you, he rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Without saying anything Joel pulled the truck over and the two of you waited on the man to catch up to the truck.

Ezra was a traveler, always on the move. The past few weeks he’s been spending his time in this little town keeping this pretty lady’s bed warm. That was until her husband came home and chased him away. Now he finds himself walking down this almost deserted highway. He has given up hope of finding a ride when he heard a truck rumbling behind him. As soon as he heard the engine he stuck his thumb out hoping the driver would be a Good Samaritan. The truck drove on by making Ezra let out a huff as he kicked the gravel up with his boot. As he looked back up he saw the truck pull over.

‘Holy shit it’s my lucky day after all’, he thought to himself as he started into a light jog to get to the truck as soon as he could.

Stepping up on the side steps, he gets up to the window and sees the prettiest little thing sitting passenger and . . A handsome old grump behind the wheel.

“ Hey there, any way I can catch a ride with you fine folks today? Destination doesn’t matter, just somewhere far from here.”

“Yea! We can take you with us! Hop in!” You reply in a higher pitched tone, sounding extra excited than one should sound when picking up a hitchhiker. You couldn’t help it though. The man was gorgeous. He had this little blonde patch of hair, beautiful, dark brown eyes and the most sweet sounding voice you’ve ever heard. As much as you’ve wanted Joel, he’s never given you any hint that he wants you in that way. And you’ve been dying to itch a particular scratch that you feel this hitchhiker could really scratch for you.

Giving you a big smile, Ezra pulls the door handle, opening the door as you get up and move to sit on the bunk between the two seats.

“Names Ezra. Nice to meet ya,” he puts his hand out towards Joel to shake.

“Joel.”

He says in a flat tone as he shakes his hand.

Ezra quickly gets the feeling that Joel isn’t much of a people person. He can see why Joel has such a pretty little companion as yourself, Joel’s handsome. Gruff and firm, no nonsense kind of guy. He wonders if he’s the type to be dominant in bed. Manhandle his partner and just throw them around, mold them into any position he wants. His own cock twitch’s at the thought.

“And who might you be young lady?”

You tell him your name as you let out a soft giggle, smiling and give him a little flutter of your lashes.

“What brings you out here Ezra?” You ask in your best flirty voice.

“Bit of a traveler. A nomad if you will. Don’t like to stay in one place too long. Wanna see the world ya know?”

“That’s so . . Romantic. Always on the move, seeing what the world has to offer. I bet you’ve met some wonderful people. Seen a lot beautiful women huh?”

Ezra can’t help but give you a smirk, loving how forward you are.

“Haven’t met anyone as beautiful as you honey.”

Joel loudly clears his throat making the both of you startle slightly and look at him.

“What about you handsome? With a pretty little thing by your side I’m sure you never look twice at anyone else huh?”

Joel’s jaw ticks as he gives Ezra this mean stare.

“This “pretty little thing” over here is mine,” he says bluntly before looking back at you, “and I don’t appreciate you throwing yourself at the first man you see like a filthy fucking whore.”

Your mouth drops open, you’re stunned.

“Hey now no need to call her names. I get it, she’s off limits. No need to get mean buddy. I didn’t know.”

You turn your head giving Ezra a confused look before turning back to Joel.

“Excuse me but I am not yours. I am a free woman and on top of that you have never claimed me before now. I can do what I want with who I want thank you very much.”

Joel is pissed now, he pushes the arm rest back before swinging one of his legs to the side, opening his legs wide and then grabbing your upper arm and pulling you towards him. You stumble as you fall over his lap, his arm wrapping over your back holding you in place. His large hand covers the globes of your ass as he rubs it from the top down to the curve of your ass.

“You’re.” Smack. “Mine.” Smack.

He just spanked you. He actually spanked you. If you weren’t in shock over him claiming you, you definitely were now.

He gives you another smack and a whimper came tumbling out of your mouth. You didn’t even have a chance to try and conceal it. Joel stopped moving, hearing you whimper from his actions. He knew you’d be into some freaky shit. He looks over and sees Ezra sitting there, almost mesmerized by the display in front of him.

“Take your cock out.” Joel orders Ezra.

Stunned and very much turned on, he does what he says and takes his cock out of his pants. Spitting into his hand he brings it back down and slowly starts stroking himself.

Joel looks back down at you in his lap, the bottom of your ass spilling out of the little shorts you have on. He reaches down taking his fore and middle finger and rubs a long stripe up your pussy through your shorts.

“I guess I haven’t been taking care o’ ya. My girls pussy needs to be fucked don’t it? Poor thing. I’m sorry baby let’s fix that.”

His hand pulls back before he gives your clothed pussy a slap.

A wanton moan fills the cab of the truck.

He helps you up, sitting you on his lap. You see Ezra watching, touching himself. You can feel yourself begin to soak your shorts. You face Joel and lean in, your lips softly landing on his. You start to pull away when Joel kisses you back, grabbing the side of your face as he deepens the kiss. You allow his tongue to enter, licking around, tasting each other. All too soon Joel pulls back. He hand goes to your face, squishing your cheeks together between his thumb and fore finger. He rotates you to look at Ezra.

“Our guest looks like he needs some help baby. Be a good host, open up that pretty mouth.”

As soon as he releases your face, you get on your knees, in between the two seats, looking up at Ezra as you reach out and take him in your hand. You grip around the base, giving him a couple of tugs before leaning in and kissing the tip. You give it another kiss before you open your mouth, your tongue darting out to taste the precum leaking out. You slowly start to take him into your mouth. Lips wrapped around his cock as you take as much of him as you can. His cock is about 6 inches, rather average but very girthy. You keep reminding yourself in your head to breath and relax. The more you relax the more you can swallow his cock. You start bobbing your head up and down as he watches you, letting out soft moans that spur you on.

Soon you feel Joel pull your hips up and work quickly on taking your shorts off. You pull off of Ezra’s cock with a wet pop as you go to pull your shirt off, revealing your tits to the men.

“Fffuckk.” Ezra mutters before leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth. You moan as you tangle your fingers into his hair, holding the back of his head to your breast as he sucks. You hear Joel behind you unbuttoning his pants and lewdly spitting on his hand.

“Lean back down baby let me see those sweet holes.”

Ezra releases your tit so you can bend over for Joel. You bend over, keeping your ass in the air as you take Ezra’s cock back into your mouth. Giving it a few sucks and finding a decent rhythm, your hand lets go so you can reach back and spread your ass cheeks open for Joel.

“That’s it baby just like that.” Joel grunts. He spits on his forefinger and middle finger and swirling it around your puckered hole. He slowly pushes one finger in your ass making you choke on Ezra’s cock.

His finger stills inside, wiggling his finger around a few times before pulling back out. His other hand comes up and starts rubbing your wet pussy. Quickly finding your clit and giving it a few rubs before pushing his finger back into your ass. Joel finds a rhythm fast, rubbing your pussy as he fingers your ass. The sensation alone has you on edge, you begin to move faster on Ezra’s cock.

Joel starts to add a second finger in your ass causing you to let out a little welp.

“J-Joel! That’s too much! I can’t take it!”

“Shh baby you’re taking it. Taking it just fine. Let me kiss it better.”

Removing his fingers, Joel leans forward, holding your cheeks apart, licking a wide stripe up your ass. Your hands now on Ezra’s legs to keep yourself up right. You and Ezra lock eyes as you moan, feeling Joel swirl his tongue around your asshole, licking into it, making your pussy spasm around nothing.

Ezra cups your face, “That feel good sugar? You like feeling his tongue in such a forbidden hole? I bet your poor sweet pussy must be leaking by now.”

You can’t help but let out a sob. You need more, your neglected clit needs friction.

“Shh I know baby I know, let him French kiss that sweet hole. Let him make your sweet honey drip so we may feast.”

Joel pulls back, spit dripping down his chin,

“Get on the bed Ezra.”

He puts his arm under you, pulling you up. You fall back onto Joel, your legs shaking unable to hold you up.

Ezra makes quick work of taking his boots and pants off, pulling his shirt off as he slides by you to get on the bunk.

Once he’s settled on the bed laying on his back, Joel helps you get on the bunk next.

“Lay on top of him baby. You, hold her open for me.” He orders the two of you.

Ezra pulls you on top of him, your back against his chest. His hands holding the backs of your thighs, right behind your knee as your legs are bend. Holding you wide open. You can feel his cock in between your open cheeks.

Joel undresses and climbs on the bunk facing you.

“Goddamn. Never seen something more sinful or fucking beautiful than this.” He reaches down and grabs ahold of Ezra’s cock and starts pushing the tip towards your puckered hole.

“Joel! Nno! I- I can’t it won’t fit! Please!” You try to move but Ezra’s got a tight grip on you.

“Shh baby it’ll fit, I got you nice and ready back here. He’ll go slow baby.”

He watches your hole as the tip goes in, he takes his other hand and brings it to your pussy and starts rubbing circles on your clit.

You throw your head back and let out a moan, finally getting some friction on your cunt feels so good, you feel your whole body relax, momentarily forgetting about your asshole.

“That’s it baby let it happen,” he whispers before leaning forward and pulling your clit between his lips and sucking. His hand that guided the other man’s cock in you made its way down to his balls, giving them a soft squeeze. Hearing him moan with you is making Joel’s cock leak. Ezra’s cock is almost all of the way in your ass now and it feels so good. You feel stuffed just from him.

Joel sits back up and just admires the two of you.

Taking himself in his hand he moves closer and swipes his cock through your folds a few times before slowly pushing into your pussy.

Your mouth is hanging wide open, your chest heaving as you watch Joel push you past any limits you could’ve had. Having both men now inside of you is an indescribable feeling. It’s a fullness like no other.

“ Oh fuck you both feel utterly divine. This must be heaven.” Ezra says breathlessly as he lays there inside of you, able to feel the weight of Joel’s cock inside your pussy.

“Move Ezra, go on. Let’s make her feel good.”

“Yes sir.”

He gives an experimental thrust, bouncing you slightly making Joel sink deeper into you.

He starts to build up a tempo, thrusting up into you while Joel stays still above you.

Soon Joel moves, finding a rhythm with Ezra. As one moves out the other moves in.

You can’t help but close your eyes as you lean back in ecstasy.

Joel’s quick to grab your throat, squeezing just right to make your eyes fly open.

“Keep your eyes on me baby, you will watch when I’m fucking you. Do you understand?”

Joel slaps you, not hard but enough to leave a slight sting. Your face turns slightly, the hand around your throat not giving you much movement. A wanton moan spilling from your lips.

“Yes Joel I’m s-sorry baby I won’t take my eyes off you again nngh ohh oh fuck oh fuck you feel so good. So full.”

Joel starts pounding harder into you, still squeezing your throat. Ezra’s holding onto your legs for dear life, the friction of Joel’s dick rubbing against him has him ready to burst.

“F-fuck nngh take our cum baby take every fucking drop you hear me?” Joel groans, you can tell both men are close.

“Mhmm cum inside me baby cum inside my little whore cunt. Mark my ass Ezra, I wanna feel you leak out of my holes oooh oh fuck oh fuck please cum baby!”

You reach down and start rubbing furiously at your clit, sending right over the edge. You let out a scream as you start coming, vision going blurry as tears escape your eyes. Your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

Both men soon follow right behind you, spilling their seed deep inside both of your holes.

All three of you still, breathing heavy as Joel pulls out. Ezra’s soft cock slips out right after him as he lets go of your legs.

“Hold on baby don’t move.” Joel tells you before reaching down in between the bunk and the drivers seat, pulling out an old school Polaroid camera.

Aiming the camera at you and Ezra he snapped a shot and a Polaroid came spitting out. He grabbed the photo and sat it by his leg. Then he leaned forward and snapped another pic, this one a close up of your cunt and asshole leaking cum. Taking both photos and placing them on his seat before laying down next to Ezra as he pulls you into the middle.

No one really said a word. It was just the three of you, laying together, soft smiles shared, basking in the soft embrace of each other before falling asleep.

A/n: omg lmao so this was meant to be a drabble, this is one hell of a drabble 😂🤷🏻‍♀️ thank you so so much for such a beautiful thot my sweet beef baby @beefrobeefcal !! I hope you love this! I hope yall enjoy this! I really loved writing this and thank you again for following me, reading, interacting, all of it! You guys are the best!

#prinny’s 800 celebration 🎉#pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller smut #Joel x you x Ezra #pedro pascal characters #ezra prospect #ezra smut #grump x sunshine #follower milestone #follower celebration #pedro pascal cinematic universe

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sunflowerharrington · 3 days

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stwg prompt (27/4/23) - buzzed hair/shaved head

wc: 1076

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Wayne hasn’t been feeling too confident in his looks, lately. Usually he doesn’t care, but when he looks at Eddie, he wishes he still had hair like that. Every so often in Hawkins a new person gets the “hair” nickname. Currently it’s Steve Harrington, Eddie’s friend — or more than a friend, Wayne’s not too sure — and it reminded him of when that used to happen in Tennessee too. When Wayne was in highschool, he was “the hair.”

He’s surprised he hasn’t died yet from the fumes of hairspray finally catching up to him, but the smoking will do that someday. All the products he used to use, all the times at school when the girls would come to him for hair techniques… All of that is gone now, and so is his hair.

A slight sob catches in his throat as he runs his fingers over what’s left of his hair. What’s left of his hair… Nothing much. It’s gray and white and barely there now. But he can’t let go of his highschool days. How the hell is he supposed to go back out into the dating scene without his long, luscious locs to help him?

He hasn’t dated since then, hasn’t had the courage or the confidence. Even when he still had his hair, he couldn’t bring himself to ask a girl out.

Some people can take up addictions to help with loss and grief, but if he were to tell anyone he’s a smoker because it helps him deal with the stress of losing his hair and not being “attractive” anymore, they’d laugh at him, make a joke out of it. There’s only so many jeers and snide comments he can take before he drives back home and cries himself to sleep.

He’s been doing that a lot lately, hoping his pillow muffles it enough so Eddie can’t hear. But Eddie can’t exactly hear anything outside of his room when he’s blasting that goddamn metal. Not that it’s bad or anything, Wayne likes it too, sometimes, but only when it’s not at an eardrum-shattering volume.

Today is the worst of it, the worst he’s felt in a long ass time about his looks. But there’s no point in buying a wig or trying to grow it out again because anyone who knows him already knows what he looks like without it. So there’s no point, and he won’t bother.

But maybe having hair might help him feel better about himself? No, it takes too long to grow out and he sure as hell knows nothing’s gonna grow on the top of his head anymore, maybe the sides, but that’ll look ridiculous.

So he doesn’t bother.

It’s only in the evening when he’s starting to feel a little better and has stopped crying. But not for long… because as he walks to the bathroom, the sound of a hair trimmer buzzes to life and someone’s laughing quietly to themselves in the bathroom.

Eddie.

It’s Eddie.

Half of his— what the fuck?

“What in the goddamn hell are you doing, son?” Wayne exclaims, watching as another few strands of Eddie’s hair fall into the sink. “Wha— Eddie! Put that damn thing down!”

Eddie does, in fact, not put that damn thing down and continues shaving. Strand after strand, his smile grows wider, and he looks at Wayne’s reflection in the mirror.

“Hair grows back,” Eddie says with a half smile. “I did it for you.”

“Why?” Wayne can't stop the tears from falling now, they gather in his lower eyelashes and drop down onto his cheeks.

“Because I want you to know that you’ve still got it. With or without hair. You’re a handsome man, and if anyone disagrees they’re obviously blind. You don’t need hair to be handsome and I don’t either.”

“You’re crazy,” Wayne says, laughing a little.

“On the contrary, I’m a genius,” Eddie says with another smile. “And I’m also doing this to help my friend, Jane. A bad man shaved her head and she hasn’t been feeling confident, says she looks ugly without hair. But she doesn’t. You look handsome without hair, she looks beautiful without hair, and Jim Hopper looks hotter than ever without hair.”

“Boy, don’t you dare tell me you’ve still got a thing for Jim.”

Eddie stays silent. Wayne frowns.

“What?” Eddie says, holding his hands up. “You gotta admit he’s hot.”

Wayne tuts. “He’s old enough to be your old man!”

“So?” Eddie smirks. “I’m legal, he’s legal…”

“He’s also married!”

Eddie gasps. “Jim and Joyce got married?! Why wasn’t I invited?!”

“I don’t think they’d want you jumping up on the tables at the reception, son,” Wayne replies, turning off the machine for him.

“I don’t— Oh… You’ve got a point.”

“I’ve got a point and no hair.”

“Me too!”

“No, I was right, you were wrong, son. I have the point.”

Eddie shrugs. “Alright, fine. You win. But he’s still ho—”

“No, not finishing this conversation,” Wayne interrupts, backing away out the door. “Be with someone your own age, like Harrington’s kid. I see the way you look at him and he looks at you—”

“And I’m not having that conversation,” Eddie replies.

Wayne snickers, starting to feel like himself again.

“No. Wayne, no. I don’t… I don’t like him like that! We’re just friends.”

“Mhm mhm.”

“Wayne!” Eddie whines. “Stop!”

“Son,” Wayne says, placing a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “Just try.”

“Okay fine, I’ll only do it if you ask Claudia on a date.”

“You want Dustin to be your brother, huh?” Wayne’s smiling again, so is Eddie.

“If I ever have an argument with Steve over who Dustin’s favorite is I wanna be able to say it’s obviously me ‘cause I’m his brother,” Eddie says. “But no, that’s not the only reason. You wanna find love, right? At least try. The worst she can say is no.”

“I’ve got better things to be doing than—”

“Remember the deal? You said—”

“Alright, fine!” Wayne throws his hands up. And he wonders where Eddie gets his dramatics from… “I’ll ask her on a date.”

Eddie fist pumps the air. “I love you!” He barrels Wayne into a hug.

Wayne smiles again, and finally, he feels like maybe he can still be handsome without his hair. He’s gonna remember this day for the rest of his life, maybe even add a part about it into his wedding speech if things with Claudia go well.

#stranger things #eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #a litta bitta steddie and wayne x claudia

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livlivlivliv · 1 year

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cw: nsfw!

His meat hits against your palate, you carefully try to avoid brushing your teeth on it. Underneath, your tongue felt against his trunk, working as a kind of mattress.

His brows were furrowed, trying to control himself, he didn't want to make noises. He was breathing heavily, letting the air out through his nose as he kept his lips pursed.

The view he had was picture-perfect, leaning back in the chair with his legs spread wide for your body to fit in and your jaw to drop open for him. His back was held back in the chair as his sharp eyes looked at your lips wrapped around his shaft.

Your knees ached a little from the hard, cold steel of the floor. You went up and down as much as you could, your mouth spilling saliva down his trunk. He gritted his teeth a little as he watched the drops run down him.

His dark eyelashes never stopped looking at you. Your actions emitted depraved sounds that were corrupting him.

You felt a weight on your head, your hair. It was his hand, your mouth opened wider as he began to exert pressure for you to dig deeper.

The head of his penis smacked deep into your throat, and you had to suppress a gag. The saliva kept falling, it escaped from your lips and fell on him. He didn't hold you tight, you were able to back up a bit and avoid another gag.

Still, his hand was still there. It made him feel good, commanding. His girl choking on his cock.

Your tongue hit his head, and began to slide through the hood. You knew you were doing a good job when his fingers dug deeper into your locks and a growl came from him. You went on with it. The warmth and moisture of your mouth were driving him crazy.

“Damn, [name]”

You wanted to smile. After sucking and sucking the tip of his cock, you once again plunged it into your mouth, your lips pressed tightly.

His pupils kept watching that pretty mouth of yours suck. The air that previously expelled through his nose was now expelled through his mouth. He began to breathe more and more heavily.

That tingling that traveled from his pelvis to the tip of his feet was present. You realized when he couldn't control himself anymore. His inked fingers plunged into your head, his cock impaled against your throat.

He stopped looking at you when his head fell back in the chair. You felt his white semen claim your mouth after two more blowjobs.

A slight growl was the only thing that escaped his lips as he came inside you. His chest rose and fell trying to regulate his breathing.

His pupils returned to look for your image.

You gave him one last lick, your tongue traveled from the beginning of his trunk to his glans. Picking up the semen that escaped from your mouth. Your eyes locked on him as you did so. His heart pounded.

You licked your lips and swallowed. An arrogant smile spread across his face. He didn't even have to order you to do it. 'Good girl' he thought.

Your lips were red from the use you gave them these last few minutes. You felt his hand eventually leaving your hair and his thumb slowly caressing your lower lip, wiping away a whitish droplet there.

You fanned your eyelashes and looked at him, like a dog waiting to be congratulated by his owner. Still on your knees in front of him, the corner of your lips healed a little upwards.

His thumb left your lip and let it rest on the armrest.

"Come, let me reward you."

#law smut #law x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #law trafalgar #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece smut

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luvlyycy · 1 month

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it's me the crazy one. COULD YOU PLEASE WRITE FOR YASUO it can be whatever you want tbh I trust you!!! ;)

YIPPEEEEE WAHOOOO !!! WRITING FOR MY BOYFIE SO FUN. anyway, yasuo thoughts belowwww. inspo beloww. ur fucking him after he showers, well hes fucking you aaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!! (also, written with his true damage skin in mind, cus it makes more sense iunno)

your hands curl around Yasuo's scarred arms, his damp hair pulled neatly into a ponytail as he drives his cock deeper and deeper into your cunt— his dick almost tearing you apart. he's so much bigger than you, his hands gripping onto your headboard as if keeping himself grounded.

"You're gonna get me dirty again..." he huffs out, chuckling as your legs shake and try to wrap around his waist— his pelvis already drenched in your squirt, white sheets darkened from your juices.

"yasuoooo.. !— dick's s'bigg!—" you gasp as you look up at him through wet eyelashes, plump lips parting to let out loud moans and whines. the room is filled with clapping and squelching from your creamy cunt, heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass.

he lowers one hand from the headboard to grab your face, pulling you into a heated kiss as he slows his hips, still keeping the force behind his thrusts. you whine into his mouth, drool dribbling down your cheek as you wrap your arms loosely around his neck— pussy fluttering as you squirt, once again.

he pulls away to look down at the mess, droplets of water landing on you from his hair and body— your senses filled with the scent of his body wash and the cologne you bought for him.

"pl, please go faster—" you whine, wiggling your hips side to side before he grabs your hip, stopping you. "Is that what you want?" he smiles as you quickly nod, the tears from earlier drying. he presses a kiss to your cheek before placing both hands on the back of your thighs, pressing them against your chest— arms wrapping around your entire body as he sighs, head to the side of yours—.

"Your pussy's sucking me in. Trying so hard not to cum." he laughs, before speeding up his thrusts like you asked. you almost wish you didn't ask, being folded like this, his cock hitting every single spot you need him to— if he could, he would bruise your insides. the way he's fucking you it almost hurts.

"ya— yasuooo— it's too much, sl, slow—"

"No, no. You asked remember?— I have to give you, fuck, what you want, okay?"

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so-many-fandoms-here · 1 year

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(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice)

• Characters: Shuntarō Chishiya, fem!Reader

• Genre: fluff

• Warnings: reader is hurt, mentions of blood

Trust me

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

„Fuck fuck fuck“, you hiss as you drag yourself through the halls of the beach, leaving a small trail of blood behind you. Towards the end of the game you just come from you stepped in a trap. Luckily you did manage to release yourself on your own, but still you need to clean the wound as soon as possible, otherwise it will end ugly.

When you arrive your door, you feel like you’re already walking for hours and the pain is increasing with every breath you take. Just as you pull out your keys for your room a familiar voice suddenly sounds right beside you. „Need help?“

You wince, almost dropping your key. „Chishiya“, you cuss. „You need to stop sneaking around. I might get a heart attack one day!“

„Before that happens you might die from a septic shock“, he replies and points to your leg, voice monotonous. „You got anything you could clean that with?“

You unlock your door and shrug with your shoulders. „Water and soap.“ A sigh leaves the mans lips. „You will get yourself killed. Wait here.“ That said he turns around and walks off.

You do as told. Complaining needs energy and you have no idea where the fuck you could take that energy from now.

A minute later Chishiya is back with disinfectant and bandages. „Come on“, he commands and you follow him into your room. He closes the door behind you and points to your bed, obviously wanting you to sit down. Slowly you sink down on your bed, eyes not leaving the blonde man that now kneels before you.

„This will burn“, he warns and without giving you time to prepare he pours the disinfectant on your leg. You hiss and clench your fists as hard as you can. Then he uses the disinfectant on his hands, opens up a small see through package and takes the bandage into his hand. With skillful hands he wraps the white fabric over your wound, then another one.

„I don’t have any gauze bandages but this will do it too“, he speaks after he finished wrapping up your leg. „Thank you“, you whisper. Chishiya stands up, just to sit down again on the bed right beside you. „Does anything else hurts?“ You shake your head no, then you feel the back of his hands laying on your forehead and your cheek. „You have a flashlight? I want to make sure your not having a concussion.“

Without waiting for an answer he stands up and scans your room. „I’m fine“ Your tries to convince him have no use. It almost seems like he’s worried or something like that. It makes a smile creep on your face. The imagination of someone caring for you was a nice change in your day.

„Chishiya, please sit down. You’re driving me crazy!“ He stops for a second, then he turns around and walks back to you. „Sorry. Force of habit“, he sighs as sinks down next to you again.

„Force of habit? You’re a doctor or something?“ You want to tease him a bit, but when he actually answers with a yes you are too stunned to speak.

„Back in the real world I was in fact a doctor. At least almost. An intern in the last year“, he continues. You tilt your head slightly and suddenly you think about the thing Arisu told you about his friend and how he desperately searched for a doctor. „Why didn’t you help Arisus friend?“, you ask, actually interested. He helped you without batting an eyelash.

But Chishiya only shrugs. „I think because I didn’t care about that guy. He wouldn’t have been any use for me anyways.“

Even though you already know Chishiya well enough that statements like this don’t shock you anymore, you still are surprised. He kind of admitted that he cares about you. Now it isn’t a speculation of your mind and desires anymore, it’s an actual fact. You can not help but to smile. It was a teasing and knowing smile but at the same time an honored and happy smile.

„So you think I am useful? For what?“ Mocking people is in your nature and now is one of the moments where you notice that you just can’t help it. It’s way too much fun. Despite the heat on his cheeks, Chishiya doesn’t let his guard down and keeps acting cool. He turns his head to you again and you clearly feel the tension between you two. „I don’t know“, he breathes. „I just have the feeling you will be.“ His face was only a few inches away from yours and his eyes seem to study your whole face. „Therefore you can’t just die. It’s giving and taking. I give you my hand and you take it.“

A giggle left your throat. „Why should I trust you?“, you continue your teasing. „Thats on you“, he replies. „But it might be positive for both of us if you did.“

If your smile could get any wider, it would, but your face muscles are already at their limit. „So you want me to trust you?“, you whisper.

„Yeah“, Chishiya whispers back, his eyes now looking into yours, instead of scanning your face.

Everything in you screams. Everything in you wants to press your lips onto his, but still you hesitate. What if he doesn’t want it? You two just gotten closer and the last thing you want is to ruin it. But being so close to him is so seductive. The feeling of his breath, his skin on yours, those dark eyes burning into your own. Chishiya is beyond handsome; he’s beautiful.

„May I?“ His voice calls you out of your dreaming back into reality and as you notice that his eyes flicker down to your lips you can’t hold yourself anymore and crash your lips on his.

Slowly your lips move against each others and you feel yourself falling back in a trance, drunk from his kisses.

„Guess now I have to trust you“ you whisper against his lips, not waiting for an answer before you start to kiss him again.

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silverskull · 3 months

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Shades & Hues

Part 2: Hues of Happiness

Tim and Lucy often have happy kisses, but sad hugs on-screen. What if we flipped that idea and wrote a two-shot?

* She’s in his arms, wrapping herself against him tightly, and he pulls her close, dipping his nose into her hair. He can smell exhaust, and cigarette smoke, and the unfamiliar shampoo from the apartment she shared with her mark, but it’s her - it’s her - and she’s here, with him, and he can feel her ribs below his fingers, her eyelashes fluttering against his neck, and nothing else in the world matters.

(Full fic below the cut, or click here to read and bookmark on AO3)

“Lopez is my plus one.”

“I asked her first!”

“I asked her nicer!”

“So what does that make me?”

“Minus one.”

Lopez and Harper grin and chortle - yes, chortle - clinking their champagne glasses giddily together over the fancy linen tablecloth. They’re dressed to kill, Angela in a flowing white pantsuit, Nyla in an unexpectedly pretty pink cocktail dress, and they’re determined to make the most of the free bar while it’s still available.

Grey gives an amused snort at Tim’s other elbow, shaking his head at the detectives and slicing into his seared steak. Tim grimaces, poking his fork at a lump of potato stuck to the side of his plate.

“You’re just gonna let your minions disparage a senior officer like that?” he asks, knowing before even finishing the question that Grey has absolutely no intention of siding with him.

“They’re free agents tonight, Sergeant,” Grey chuckles. “They’ve earned their place here. You only got a seat at the table-”

“Because you slept your way to the top!” Angela interrupts, with a wild toss of her head. Tim feels his jaw drop open, aghast, and his fork clatters loudly against his plate before falling clumsily into his lap, spattering potato everywhere. Nyla finds this particularly amusing and she cackles loudly, throwing her head back and leaning against Angela for support. Tim scowls, swiping her napkin and dusting himself off irritably.

He wasn’t one to shy away from a celebratory night out. He quite enjoys the opportunity to dress smart and eat well, particularly when the company is good. He remembers Lucy quizzing him relentlessly after his first date with Rachel at Ravenna. She’d started with some circumspection, commenting on the reviews page in the newspaper he’d been browsing, or spending hours in the shop talking her way through an imaginary buffet for herself and Jackson, that just so happened to have all the same dishes as Ravenna. He’d let her ramble on, knowing full-well that it was driving her crazy, until she eventually broke down and asked him outright.

“How in the hell did you know so much about a restaurant with two Michelin stars? What are you? Some sort of moonlighting food critic?!”

“You sound surprised.” His smile was smug, and he knew she knew it.

“No! Well… yes.” She jostled in her seat, fiddling with her seatbelt. “You just never seemed like the type who likes…” She trailed off, pursing her lips thoughtfully. It irritated him.

“Likes what? Good food?”

“No! I know you like good food. A guy who likes…” She paused again, following the track of a delivery bike as it swooped past them at the traffic lights.

“Likes what? Spit it out, boot!” He thumped the steering wheel for emphasis, glaring at her as the lights changed and the cars in front of them rumbled back into life.

“Likes culture, I guess,” Lucy finished, with a shrug. “The finer things in life. You… you still surprise me.” She turned to appraise him, her lips tugging down at the corners as she fought a losing battle against a smile and as the shop moved forward, a beam of sunlight caught her eyes, turning her irises from dark honey into molten amber. He looked away quickly, clearing his throat.

“Yeah, well, I’’ve got layers.”

“Like an onion?” she smirked.

“Like an ogre,” he growled, pressing a little too hard on the gas pedal.

She settled back into her seat, readjusting her belt and tipping her chin up. “Well I think that underneath all those layers, you’re just a big softie.”

He’d added dumbbells to the bottom of their warbags before she arrived the next morning.

“Oh lighten up, Timothy, it was only a joke!” Angela waves her napkin at him across Nyla’s lap, snapping him out of his reverie. Harper plucks her own napkin back daintily, scrutinising him thoughtfully.

“You should be honoured to be here at all. These awards are for people who do actual police work, not just smashing down doors and waving ‘round riot shields,” she says, spreading her napkin neatly back over the pleats in her dress. “If it wasn’t for Chen, this table would be exclusively diligent detectives and top brass-” she gives Grey a solemn nod, “-and you’d be on door security with Nolan and the rookies.”

The aforementioned Nolan picks that very moment to catch Tim’s eye from his station at the entryway, waving cheerily and completely ignoring an influx of inebriated off-duty cops heading towards the bar. Juarez, at least, gives them a stern glare, but she’s almost a foot shorter than all of them and hidden in the shadows cast by the elaborate lighting. Tim scowls, turning back to his plate and tossing his cutlery into the middle of the potatoes.

It’s over an hour later when the speeches begin, and Tim can feel himself slowly begin to petrify into his seat, his legs restless and antsy, and his hands tingling from repeated applause. Harper had raved about this ceremony, swirling her embossed invitation around in the bullpen, and noting that only the crème de la crème of Law Enforcement ever got invited to it.

The California Law Enforcement Agency Gala Awards. What an atrocious mouthful.

Apparently Harper had attended before, nominated for her UC work in years gone by, but she’d lost out to a Detective Fry, who, in turn, had gone on to all but run the Undercover school in Sacramento. Harper held no ill-will, instead lauding the merits of a night of great company, fine food and - best of all - a free bar, paid for by the agencies themselves. Previous nominees were sometimes honoured with invites, and Harper had been drawn this year, and she preened smugly around the station for the entire afternoon after opening her mail.

He’d seen her invite so many times during the day that, upon arriving home that night and opening the mailbox, he immediately recognised the thick card and gold embossing on the envelope he pulled from within. It was dark out, and he’d had to unlock the door and find the light switch while Kojo tangled himself around his ankles enthusiastically, but he was soon able to see it clearly. He’d turned the envelope over in his hands, tracing the golden bear above the seal, the name imprinted in dark ink along the front.

Detective Lucy Chen

The next day at work, Harper nearly exploded with pride when he showed it to her. She’d set about calling contacts and negotiating deals to try to extract Lucy from her op ASAP, and even succeeded in securing them a video call that very evening. Lucy was pleased with the news; amused at Harper’s enthusiasm and proud of her own work too, but mostly she was happy to see him. To see Tim. She’d eventually persuaded Harper to let them speak alone, and he plugged a pair of headphones into the screen, letting the music of her voice wash over him while he drank in her face.

She’d already been awarded the highest marks in the LAPD for her Detective’s exam (he’d promised her he wouldn’t take revenge on Prim, once she’d let him in on her secret; but it didn’t stop him from wishing for the guy to stand behind the wrong door one day, and get smashed right in the face) and now she was up against nominees from agencies across the state. Officers just as clever, hardworking and brilliant as herself.

Tim, of course, thought there was no need for all the fuss, and said they should just give her the prize directly, no questions asked. Grey and Harper stepped in quickly, reminding him that the fact that the awards were being held in LA meant more of her colleagues would be present to cheer for her. As if to drive home the point, Nolan signed himself and Juarez up for security duty the moment the requisition went out, and Thorsen traded Smitty a crate of ridiculously expensive IPA to take his place when the list had filled. Grey got invited as station Sergeant, and Harper latched onto Lopez as her plus one.

Which left Tim, miserably waiting to hear back from Lucy for days on end.

And, in the end, she’d found no way out. Nyla reminded him, half-heartedly, about ‘dope time’, and Lucy ruefully highlighted that it wouldn’t be a good look to drop an op in order to attend an awards show. He’d initially chosen to decline the event altogether, but then a request came down from the Captain, and subsequently the Chief of Police, that all nominees needed to either attend in-person or assign a representative, and, as her partner, Tim would have to show up for Lucy.

Which was how he had ended up here, now, listening to the same Chief of Police drone on about the challenges of modern policing, the responsibility to be seen as fair representatives of the justice system, and the bright future ahead for police agencies, with such an outstanding bunch of nominees in their presence tonight. The woman wouldn’t be winning any prizes herself, for speech-making at least.

“And, at last, what you’ve all been waiting to hear. May I present to you, from across the entire state of California, the ten nominees for this year’s CLEA Exhibition Award!”

Raucous applause breaks out across the room - the bar has been open for over four hours at this stage - and Angela elbows her neighbour (a young officer who’d travelled all the way from Eureka, and was desperately seeking Lopez’s approval) to imitate her sharp wolf whistle. Eventually, they quieten down enough for the Chief to begin calling out the names, but she’s only on the second one when the room bursts into noisy cheering again.

It’s Lucy’s name - Detective Lucy Chen - and her colleagues from the station are spread all across the room, clapping and whistling loudly the moment she’s mentioned. Tim feels the warm glow of pride, and he allows himself a moment to smile fondly at her photograph when it appears on the screen at the back of the stage. He stays looking at it as the rest of the names are called out, basking in her warm smile - one cheek dimpling in shy amusement at the photographer, a small strand of hair drifting across the other - and he wishes with all his heart that she was actually here. With him. Hiding her face in his shoulder at all the attention, or steadying his anxious foot-tapping with a soft hand on his knee.

“And, of course, though there can only be one winner, I want to be clear that the contributions of all ten nominees is valued, honoured, and will be upheld up as a standard of achievement for the Force for years to come.” Chief Coleman was stacking away the last of her note cards, tapping them firmly against the wooden surface of the podium, and grimacing quickly against the spotlight into the depths of the room. “I also want to note that neither Detective Abdul nor Detective Chen could be with us tonight, due to work commitments. In their stead, we welcome their husbands, Doctor Karim Abdul and Sergeant Tim Bradford.”

Lopez and Harper pitch immediately in opposite directions, cackling madly, and Tim feels a hot blush rise along his neck as his colleagues in the shadows whoop and hoot merrily. Grey gives him a smug side-eye, but says nothing, and Tim rolls his shoulders back, picturing in his mind’s eye the little velvet box buried behind a loose board in the back of a dresser at Genny’s house, that not even his sister knows about.

They’ll all find out, when the time is right - he’s sure. But he’s still waiting for that moment.

Waiting for Lucy.

“And the Exhibition Award for exemplary achievement in California’s Law Enforcement Agencies for this year goes to…” The Chief pauses to break the seal on the envelope in her hands, and Lopez, aided by her new minion from Eureka, begins a drumroll on the edge of the table. Tim’s eyes are fixed on the screen, but he notices, in his periphery, Thorsen enthusiastically joining in, slapping his hands against the wall behind him and grinning from ear to ear. Despite himself, he feels a thrill of nerves; a rush of anticipation.

The Chief pulls out the card, and her lips quirk into an amused smile. “Detective Lucy Chen!”

The room erupts in applause and cheers, even the tables of guests from out of town giving in to the excitement of having a local winner. Tim feels hands patting his back, his shoulders - someone even dares to ruffle the back of his hair. He’s not surprised - of course she’s won, of course she has! - but in the commotion he nearly forgets that he has a job to do. Grey and Harper think for him, practically lifting him out of his seat by the elbows and propelling him across the room towards the stage. His feet catch on the legs of someone’s chair and he stumbles, taking a moment to apologise and straighten his tie before swallowing his pride and heading for the podium.

The path through the crowd seems endless, but eventually he trots up the steps to the stage, where Coleman shakes his hand firmly, her face serious and her eyes dark.

“We’re extremely proud of Lucy,” she says, gripping his hand tightly. “She’s a remarkable woman.”

He can’t help a quick smile. “I know.”

And then he’s on his own, staring into the blinding glare of the spotlight and almost forgetting the single notecard in his breast pocket. He reaches in to pull it out, feeling the sweat on his palms sticking to the paper, and he recognises Angela’s shrill whistle from the hidden sea of people before him. He takes it as support, takes courage in it, and begins.

“I can honestly say that on the first day I met Lucy Chen, I never pictured a night like tonight anywhere in our future. She was a hot-shot from the get-go. A woman with no quit in her. Endlessly aggravating. I even thought at one point it was a personal attack from our Sergeant, him sticking her with me.” He swears he can hear Grey chuckle from the middle of the room. “But Lucy was also kind. Thoughtful. Compassionate. She gave people grace in their hour of need - none more so than me.”

His mind flashes back to any number of moments in their first months together - his shooting, Isabel’s return, Andersen’s death - and he remembers his own dawning realisation that Lucy’s presence wasn’t just some flash-in-the-pan whim of a privileged kid.

“She had potential - real potential - and she was ready and willing to learn from all of us around her how to hone that potential, and become the officer that she is today. And she went through hell…” His voice catches, the fleeting sensation of hot sand under fingernails sweeping over him, and he has to swallow hard against a lump in his throat to keep going. “She went through hell to get to where she is today. The fact that she is still a member of the LAPD, and not only succeeding, but thriving, is a testament to her incredible talent, her skill, her capability, and her enormous heart. I am proud to accept this award on her behalf, and - with the greatest of respect to all the other nominees - I know that there is no-one more deserving.”

The crowd applauds again, and he steps back from the podium, noticing a small shuffle beside the tables at the foot of the stage. Thorsen has somehow wound up near the steps, and he’s apologising to someone as he edges past their chair, shoving them calmly but firmly to one side. Tim wonders why he chose now to start making a nuisance of himself, but he plasters on a smile and gives a quick nod of gratitude to the audience. He turns to thank the Chief too, but her chair is empty and there’s a sudden flurry of action in the wings opposite him. A young man with a headset scurries towards another man at a laptop and whispers hurriedly in his ear, covering the end of the mic with one hand. Tim is immediately on edge, and his smile falls away, his skin prickling into sharp goosebumps.

He’s just about to leave, turning to head for the steps and calculating how quickly he can grab Thorsen’s spare gun, when Coleman appears at his elbow and grips his arm tightly.

“We must take a photo, Sergeant Bradford,” she says, pulling him firmly back towards the centre of the stage and seizing his hand.

“There’s really no need-” he begins, looking around for a way out and catching, instead, the bright pink of Nyla’s cocktail dress at the side of the stage. There’s a dazzling flash - a camera somewhere below them - and he blinks against the stark spots in his eyes, shaking his head to try to clear his vision, and it’s only some remote modicum of ingrained obedience that prevents him from pulling away entirely from the Chief’s grasp and running for cover.

There’s another flash, and he’s suddenly aware of a low murmur running through the audience, a hum of suspicion, but he doesn’t have time to acknowledge it before Chief Coleman drops his hand and leaves him, confused, in the centre of the stage. She walks back to the podium, tipping the microphone briskly back down to her own height, and he checks quickly to the side to see Harper, still in the shadows, and grinning broadly.

“Ladies and gentlemen - colleagues from across the state.” Coleman’s stern voice gets everyone’s attention quickly and the murmur dies down. “It seems we have a small change to the order of events tonight. I’ve just been speaking to one of Detective Chen’s handlers, Detective Harper, and it seems they’ve had a breakthrough in their case. I’m sure you’ll be as delighted as I am - but nowhere near as delighted as Sergeant Bradford - to welcome to the stage…” She turns and smirks at Tim. “Detective Lucy Chen.”

His heart drops at the same moment as his jaw, and he has no time to think before Harper moves to the side and there - right there, in leather and denim - is Lucy.

His Lucy.

A little dishevelled and a little uncertain, but smiling with her whole face - her whole heart - and twirling her fingers nervously. Lucy. Chief Coleman urges her forward, and all Tim can hear is the blood rushing through his ears, and his hands reach out for her before she even moves.

And then, with just a few steps, she’s in his arms, wrapping herself against him tightly, and he pulls her close, dipping his nose into her hair. He can smell exhaust, and cigarette smoke, and the unfamiliar shampoo from the apartment she shared with her mark, but it’s her - it’s her - and she’s here, with him, and he can feel her ribs below his fingers, her eyelashes fluttering against his neck, and nothing else in the world matters. He wants to ask ‘how’ and he wants to know why he was left out of the loop, but all of that can wait. For now, all he needs is her breath against his skin, her pulse hammering away against his chest almost as fast as his own, and the utter contentment that he feels in knowing that she is here, safe, at home, and with him.

It takes him a moment to recall where they are, with his fingers tangling in her hair to draw her head back and his thumb tracing along the sweep of her cheekbone, but then he remembers. He realises the rushing sound in his ears is the applause from the crowd, and he can definitely hear Angela’s piercing whistle taunting him from the floor, but he really can’t bring himself to care. He catches Harper’s eye as she saunters off the stage, and she waggles her hand at him, pointing conspicuously to her ring finger.

“I missed you.”

Lucy’s voice draws him in like soft honey, and he allows himself another moment to indulge in her presence, to soak up the familiar beauty of her face, and the smile she wears just for him. He pulls her into his chest once more, pressing his lips against the crown of her head, and then the Chief is rolling her eyes at them and waving her hand to get them off the stage. He grins, turning Lucy towards the steps and handing her the sparkling award. She lets him direct her, and he has a split second while his back is turned to the crowd to dip his mouth to her ear unobserved.

“Marry me?”

She comes to a dead halt, her eyes locking on his, and he grins, linking their hands and drawing her knuckles to his lips.

The crowd is still cheering, and Coleman is beginning to look a bit peeved, so he tosses her a quick salute and tugs gently on Lucy’s hand. She comes to, wobbling into a faltering walk behind him, before following him down the steps and off the stage. With the spotlights out of his eyes, he can see their friends, their hands raised as they clap for her - for them - and he leads Lucy towards their table, where he can see Nolan and Juarez already standing behind an extra chair.

She doesn’t have to answer him tonight. She doesn’t have to wear the ring he picked. She doesn’t even have to say ‘yes’ - at least, not yet.

But he needs her to know he missed her too.

And he needs her to know he loves her.

And he will always be here, ready to welcome her home.

Always.

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thehomothings · 1 year

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for the headcanon thing: kite with ☪️✴️ plss

Ohohoho my fave fictional guy to hurt!!! Ty for that

So before i start, i had a little problem deciphering the emojies bc my phone and computer show me completely different things so I'll assume you meant moon and sun? If not I'm sorry, feel free to correct me and I'll do another post :3

☾ - sleep headcanon

The man is a chronic insomniac. It takes a long time for him to fall asleep and the slightest shift in the air to startle him. He grew up in an environment which conditioned him into being half aware in his sleep- he couldn't afford to be caught off guard. The smallest noise wakes him up, which is mainly why he prefers to camp out in nature than to actually get a place in the city. Sometimes he can't fall asleep several days at the time- which drives him to overwork himself to the point he hopefully passes out at night. At some point in late teenagehood/early adulthood he was prescribed sleeping meds, but stopped taking them due to how much more vivid they made his nightmares.

The nightmares where he's back in the streets, cold and starving, small and weak, and in the dreams he can't find his dogs; it's a neverending chase with shadowy tormentors and no respite to be found at the end of the line. He hides and hands find him, sneers and jeers ring out as he hits the ground again and again, and he wakes up with the iron tang of blood on his tongue. Sometimes he goes for a run when the sky's still dark, other times he just summons Crazy Slots, clutching the clown in his hands until the sun rises and the birds sing so he can tell himself i survived another day.

That being said, he can sleep much easier with someone to keep him company, being a pack of cats and dogs, or his team crashing into a cuddle pile (or Wing, bc the man is a human furnace).

☼ - appearance headcanon

Kite is easily 7 feet tall- which is one of the only physical features that he actively likes about himself. It helps him in combat, and admittedly towering over people dissuades them from messing with him.

It's not only the hair on his head that's white- his eyebrows and eyelashes are also white, almost to the point of being translucent. His legs and arms are quite hairy, but he barely grows any facial hair at all and despite that, keeps his face clean shaven. He doesn't remember ever having short hair at any point in his life, but one of his earliest memories is of a less than kind caretaker trying to cut his hair and after facing Kite's resistance, beating him. He doesn't quite trust anyone around him with scissors even years after and trims his own hair.

He has many scars, from his childhood living situation and the time he spent travelling with Ging; the ones that stand out most being one on his throat and the burnmarks covering his forearms. He hides them with clothes and doesn't undress in front of others less out of vanity and more so people don't ask questions. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from being snarky if they did so.

His nose was broken in childhood and has a badly healed bump, so do two fingers on his left hand. His front teeth are crooked- overlapping a bit, and one has a chipped corner. By his late twenties he has pronounced crow's feet when he smiles and asymmetrical smile lines.

I always headcanon that he got tattoos, maybe as a way to claim back ownership over his own body. I think maybe an ouroboros (SYMBOLISM!!!) and possibly flowers.

And honestly i could keep going but i will end my waffling here. Who knew i still had so much to infodump about this man.

Ty for the ask!

#cringe is dead i am free #why is it so relaxing to write hcs for blorbos #headcanon dump #icarus waffles #KitKat #i hope i wasnt stupid and got the emojis wrong ksjkdkskksksk

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It had been blisteringly cold in Cripple Creek for nearly a week, so cold that David felt his eyelashes freezing together when he made his way to the store in the morning. Paddy had told him that if it kept up this way for another day or two he could just stay home - he believed half of the town would’ve frozen to death anyway, by then. No sense coming in if nobody was going to buy anything. But mercifully, by Valentine's Day, the cold snap had broken, and though it was still mighty cold, David could walk out the front door without having the wind knocked out of him. It was still cold enough in the store to keep his gloves on. Paddy was crouched by the fire, squatting on his heels and shaking his head. "Never been this damn cold here for this damn long, Davey. I'll tell you the birdies are frozen to the branches." That was a grim image, and probably a true one. Poor little birds, stuck fast to trees, flapping their wings to no end. David took a sip of much too hot coffee, burning his pipes all the way down to his belly, before flipping the front door sign to "open." Robert Dawes came in almost immediately, looking pink and crazed. "Mister Dawes!" Paddy said, finally standing up (his knees popped and groaned.) David stood up straight, ready to take his order. Robert Dawes was one of the wealthier men in the county, and though the rumor was he'd gotten his money through claim-jumping, Paddy had always said it was no business of theirs. He was a paying customer, that was that. "Good morning to you, Mister Dawes," Paddy greeted him, taking a place besides David at the counter. "Suppose you made it through this cold snap, t-" "No time for it, Catlick, may God bless you. I need some things." "Of course." "Have your boy-" David had never been addressed by Robert Dawes directly. "-fetch me a length of rope, a hammer, and a hatchet." David, puzzled, began collecting the items without a word. "-and an apple."

David took a moment, and grabbed the shiniest apple they had, about the size of his fist. He placed it on the counter in front of Robert Dawes, looking him right in the eye. Robert Dawes looked right back at him. David could see white around his entire pupil. "What drives you to need all these in such a fuss, Mister Dawes?" Robert Dawes's eyes whipped back to Paddy, and he smiled. Since the last time David had seen him a few weeks ago, he was newly missing a front tooth. "I've a madman after me, if you must know the why of it." He let this hang there for a while. "A madman?" "A madman, Paddy, mad as a dog. It's this cold drove him to it." "But why after you, especially? Who is he?" "Peter Sullivan. Headed west from Baltimore in '49, got stuck here. Worked for me a spell. Thinks I owe him money. He spent a year out there in the woods and now he's plum crazy. This here cold brought him back in. Thought he'd get my goat, take my home, stay warm. Hah!" David jumped at this theatrical laugh. "He crept into my house like a thief on cat-paws. Took my kettle and whacked me across the chops, a man in bed! Leave it to a cowardly bastard like him. I got him good, knocked him off his feet, socked him in the eye. I hollered 'Out with the vagrant! Out with the no good sinner!' and threw his hinders out into the snow. Sure enough, next day, there he was again. Told me 'Robert Dawes, I shall have my avenge on you!' Durn fool doesn't know what he's saying. I said 'You mean revenge, you ignorant son of a gun!' And he said 'Any word for it suits me fine!' and came at me with fury. Well thisa time he knocked my tooth out -" He pointed to the gaping hole, as if David and Paddy hadn't already noticed it. "-and that got me steaming mad. We tussled a bit, I got a few good knocks in, and threw him out in the snow again. Told him if I saw him again I'd send him to the arms of the Lord. Or to Beelzebub. Whoever he's made his peace with."

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honeybleed · 8 months

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content & warnings: female reader, black coded reader, she/her pronouns, not canon/modern au (but 2000s), kinda spicy parts again (ace and reader are kinda touchy with each other) but no smut

author’s note: it’s here but its a lil short 😭 @softimgyu & @boomboom-tanjiro2019 ty for being so patient w me SKJDKSSK // also again I remixed certain stuff from the film ehehe

word count: 2.8k

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Though you felt guilty pangs here and there about Ace and the article, it was hard to deny you were on cloud nine whenever you had to update Charlotte on the progress of it.

You were barely in her good books.

She'd shut you down many a time whenever you wanted to write articles on topical affairs.

"If you are so passionate about that, you'd fare better at CNN." She said haughtily.

Going from her venomous jabs to her singing your praises was whiplash, but you weren't complaining.

Evening rolled around. Sometimes you stayed longer than your other colleagues. Robin was always the first out of the building, as soon as it struck five on the dot, her foot was out the door.

"Guess it's just the two of us, mhm?" Vivi said as she walked past your desk.

"I don't get it. If I was you, I'd slack off like crazy. Yet you put in more work than the three of us combined." You said, as you leaned back in the chair.

"That's exactly the problem, Y/N." Vivi sighed as she dumped the box full of papers on the floor next to her desk. "Everybody thinks that. So I gotta prove them wrong."

"Admirable." You scoffed as you looked up at the ceiling.

"You know my dad is holding an event for his company later this week. You and Nami should join me." She said.

"I could never turn down an event especially for Cobra Diamonds. I bet anybody whose anybody would be there." You grinned.

"Do you feel a bit better..?" You questioned.

"Mhm? About what?"

"C'mon Vivi, don't play dumb. About that guy."

“I’m not gonna heal overnight. I’m still bummed out but what can I do?” She sighed.

“Try and think of it as a blessing in disguise.” You grinned.

“Easy for you to say when you got Ace drooling all over you.”

“Not for long.” You giggled.

But you ate your words up because as soon as you and Vivi exited the Sleek office, you saw a familiar wolfish grin and tousled raven locks which caused the wind to be knocked out of you.

"Ace...?" You exclaimed.

"Hiya Sugar Plum." He greeted as he leaned against the motorbike. "You said you missed your Acey Wacey so here I am."

“Not for long, huh?” Vivi muttered under her breath. “I’ll be off.”

She waved politely at Ace then winked at you.

It was not helping that the man whore decided to wear a white button-down that was showing slivers of his chest.

You had to think fast on your feet. The entire purpose of these mind games was to be inconspicuous.

Ace had to think you were a total ditz and annoying. You had to drive him away.

So why did he seem to cling to you even more when you went out of your way to humiliate him?

"ACEEEE!" You squealed as you flung your arms around him. "Baby, you came! Oh, you came! I'm so happy!"

His hands settled on your hips with an uneasy chuckle as you peppered kisses across his cheeks.

"You miss me that much doll-face? I'm flattered." He chortled.

You pulled away from his face to look at him, batting your eyelashes.

"Are you here to drop me home..?" You asked.

"I could but...I got us tickets tonight, yeah?"

"...For?" You asked as you gaped at him, not trying to have a repeat of the basketball game.

"Look, I know what you're thinkin' babe. I'll be on my best behavior. Do you trust me?" He asked as he looked into your eyes.

"Not even in the slightest." You thought to yourself.

"Maybeeeeeee..." You spoke, as you twirled your hair.

"Izou told me to get tickets for a chick flick marathon. You dig that, right?"

You plucked the tickets from his hand and attempted to keep a poker face.

Pushing back the urge to grimace once your eyes settled on the movie title.

"Sleepless in Seattle?"

Number 4 — Insecurity. Nobody wants somebody breathing down their neck, with unfounded allegations of cheating.

"I always wanted a man like Tom Hanks." You gushed, trying to get under Ace's skin.

He looked visibly bored as if his life force was being drained out the more he watched the film.

He was slumped into the seat, elbow resting on the arm of the chair.

"Mhm." He responded disinterested as his eyelids felt heavy.

"What are you thinking about...?" You asked, eyes wide.

"I'm watchin' the movie." Ace responded in a monotonous tone.

A man from the back cleared his throat in an attempt to get the both of you to be quiet.

"Yeah but what's on your mind...?"

"I like this movie." Ace responded, curtly. Getting irritated at you.

"Oh...so your mind is completely blank, huh?" You said, accusatorially. "Who is she...?"

Ace immediately stiffened in the seat, as his eyebrows furrowed together and his nose wrinkled.

"Who's who...?" He questioned.

"The GIRL you're thinking about!" You cried out, earning glares and murmurs of irritation from the other moviegoers.

"CAN'T. HEAR." The man who shushed the two of you earlier grunted.

"I'm not thinking about a girl...!" Ace hissed, completely bewildered by your sudden accusation.

"Oh, PUH-LEASE ACE! You're tellin' me you watch Meg Ryan on a screen for nearly two hours and you're not thinking about another girl?"

"Lady, shut UP!" A voice called out from the other end of the cinema and the others began to tut and roll their eyes.

"You wanna know what I'm thinking about..?" Ace said as he leaned over the seat, lips close enough to your ear, his breath tickling the shell of it.

"I'm sitting here thinking about how damn gorgeous you are. Okay?"

You jut out your bottom lip as your eyes as your eyes widen.

"Awe...my Ace, Acey Waceyyyy..." You cooed as you draped your arms around his shoulders and nuzzled your nose into the side of his face. "Oh honey, I love this...you're so sweet...! Thank you for sharing this moment with me...!"

Ace's face grimaced at your sudden display of affection as you continued to murmur.

The man who had been constantly shushing you reached his wits end and shot up out of his seat.

It was a bit hard to make out his features, but it was clear as day the man was towering. He had a massive build, and as he glared at both you and Ace it was clear to see he had a few teeth missing.

"I CAN'T HEAR AND I CAN'T SEE!" He barked.

"If you don't shut your mouth, my boyfriend is gonna kick your ass...!" You stated, smugly.

Ace's eyes blew open in alarm at you suddenly throwing him under the bus.

The man leaned over to Ace.

"Put a muzzle on your lady the next time you bring her in public!" He yelled.

"WHAT?!" You squeaked. "You!" You clicked your fingers at Ace. "Do something...!"

"You...outside, now!" The man said, gesturing to Ace. You met Ace's eyes as you pulled a face.

Whoops.

"You wanna talk like that to me, that's fine. But don't speak to my girl like that, you understand...?" Ace said as you followed after him.

Your hands anchored on Ace's hands again.

"Not another fight..." You grimaced. You thought after an empty threat the guy would back off.

"Ace, Ace...! You told me you'd be on your best behavior..!" You whispered hurriedly.

"I'm not gonna fight the guy, Y/N. He owes you an apology, okay-"

Within an instant, the man sucker punched Ace with such force he crashed onto the floor.

"Ace...!" You squeaked, hands flying to your mouth, then instantly rushing to stop him from landing on the ground.

You slid down the wall, wrapping your arms around him in an awkward position, his head nestled on your chest.

"NOW...I'm going to watch my movie." The man said as he marched back into the theatre. "Nobody screw with me..!"

"Son of a bitch...!" Ace muttered, as he cradled the side of his face.

"God...Ace, I'm sorry! This keeps happening, I shouldn't- Do you need to go to the hospital?-"

You froze when Ace was nuzzling his face between your breasts, and groaning in pain.

"What are you doing, Ace..?" You questioned.

"Just there, can you stay still? It really hurts.." He said, as his eyes fluttered shut, rubbing against you.

"Ace...!" You said laughing in disbelief, your hand planted on the top of his head as one hand was settled on your back and the other on your lower abdomen.

"Mhm...I'm starting to feel better.." He murmured.

You grabbed the roots of his hair and yanked him away when he began to take deep sniffs of your top.

"You are not slick..." You giggled. "Up you get..!" You said, pulling him upwards as he dramatically flailed across the floor.

As Ace stood in front of his oven, watching the meat in the oven cook, his thoughts seemed to be hurtling at speeds he could not comprehend.

It hadn't been a full week of seeing you, and whilst you both had your hands full with work it seemed as if it was so natural between you.

If you had been a hookup, he was sure you would've parted ways that one night and not spoken again unless you bumped into each other.

Ace liked you.

You were quick on your feet when it came to comebacks, funny, smart and you being gorgeous. But the more he pondered over the two of you's relationship, he wondered.

Were you purposely trying to drive him away? His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Why would you want to do that?

The timer rang which yanked him out of his train of thought.

This was the second time you were coming over to his place.

He had dropped a few hints about wanting to come over to your place but you seemed to shut it down in such a smooth way, there was no way to argue about it.

The prospect seemed funny. He was being accommodating to you and cooking for you after you humiliated him at work and was a giant pain in the ass.

You were supposed to catch another Knicks game since he missed the winning shots after his brawl.

But quite frankly, Ace could not get enough of you. He let out a sigh. Dating you was only supposed to be a bet yet it seemed as if it was veering into dangerous territory.

He took out the tray and placed it on the countertop. He wasn't exactly a Michelin-star chef but he wasn't bad at cooking.

Especially since his little brother was a fiend for meat.

Soon enough, he opened his front door to greet you. He was still irritated at your stunt over the phone but he decided to swallow it.

"Hello, doll-face!" He said with a wide grin. "Now aren't you looking gorgeous?"

"You flatter me, Freckles." You replied.

His eyebrow raised at the large box in your hands.

"Souvenirs?" He questioned.

"You'll see~" You sang.

"I'm gonna set the table, you just sit back and-" He trailed off when he noticed you were missing. He swallowed.

"...Right."

You were in his bathroom with the box.

Number 5 — Overfamiliarity

You've been seeing the man for a few days, why on earth do you think it's a good idea to bring your belongings over?!

A pink fluffy cover for the toilet seat, a matching pink fluffy bathroom rug, complete with a vase of pink carnations above the toilet.

In his bedroom, the covers changed to a pink embroidered with silver one. Topped off with three teddy bears.

Then the grand act. Entering the living room to start unpacking CDs of all the girlish music you could think of.

"You having fun there?" He asked, with a brow raised as he prepared the plate for you.

"Of course I am! Have to bless this place with a feminine touch, y'know!" You grinned.

"Knock yourself out. Well if you're done renovating, come sit and eat mhm?"

"I got you a present." You grinned as you pushed the potted plant in his hands.

"Oh, you did huh?" Ace responded, struggling to keep the exasperation from showing in his tone.

"Yup! It's a baby fern. It's a representation of our undying, never-ending love. Mhm?" You said, with an eerie smile.

"Is that so...?" Ace said with an uneasy laugh as he took the pot from your hands.

“Ace, you’re my soulmate you know. And we’ll be together forever and ever and ever and ever and MMPH-!”

Ace had crashed his lips onto your own without warning, causing you to stagger backwards onto the couch.

“You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do sweetheart?” He said, voice hoarse from the kiss as he pulled away to catch his breath.

“I don’t know what you’re-”

“I been around too many chicks to know when they’re tryna drive me away.” He chuckled wryly. “I know you.”

You pulled a face. What did he mean by that?

But the grimace on your face immediately swiped off when you felt Ace’s tongue glide across the side of your neck with a predatory glint in his eye.

“Tell me. Why you tryna get rid of me..?” He murmured as he tucked the loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t you know I’m crazy about you? No sane man sticks around after getting sucker punched on two separate occasions.”

“Ace, that’s not-”

“First one, yeah. Dude was a jerkoff. But are you gonna lie and tell me the second time was a coincidence, baby? You’re trying to make a run for the hills. But it just makes me wanna stick around some more. I like a challenge.”

You couldn’t let Ace realise something was up. He was more smart than you gave him credit for.

Wordlessly, your hand trailed down his abdomen slowly. Your palm across the skin made him shudder slightly, and involuntarily press further his body against you.

He began to kiss the spot right underneath your ear, you could feel his lips curving into a smile against your skin. You wanted him bad.

He was so playful and sexy. He’s fun. But your article came first. Internally, you screamed. You were going to blue ball him badly.

“Does Princess Sofia want to plaaaaaay?” You cooed as you kneaded his crotch with the ball of your palm.

He froze.

“…Princess Sofia?” Ace spluttered as his face flushed beet red. “Y/N. Did you just call my dick Princess Sofia…?!”

“What’s the matter…? I bet it’s pretty like a Princess, mhm?” You said, with a smile.

As you watched Ace pull himself off of you, you felt a hint of triumph.

You won this round.

He was so close to unravelling your mind games but the cheap trick of emasculating him won.

“You really are a piece of work.” He muttered under his breath as he lowered his head, hands on his hips. “Look, darlin’, if you’re going to give my dick a name, it has to be something masculine!”

“Ooh…? Like what?” You grinned, revelling in the fact it threw him off your case.

“Somethin’ like Rex! Or Butch!” He protested. But you could see him shrink away in humiliation. “N-never mind. I don’t wanna play anymore.” He sulked.

“Aw, babe…” You said, as you stood up from the couch, draped your arms around him and kissed along his jawline.

“You’ll understand Princess Sofia soon.”

“Y/N..” Ace groaned as he threw his head back. “Let’s just call it a night.”

“If you say so, baby.” You said gleefully, over the moon at your successful diversion.

You began to head out of his apartment after you said your goodbyes, but when you stood in the elevator, the door suddenly stopped closing, a familiar hand pausing.

“Can I see you tomorrow…?” Ace asked, a little out of breath.

“Not he chased after me.” You thought to yourself.

“Of course, my love..!” You gasped. “We’ll be together forever, don’t you know that?”

“I can’t let that deal get away from me.” Ace thought to himself after you left the building. “As much as she’s tormenting me.”

It around eleven when Ace began to get ready for bed. His head spun whenever he was around you so he actually hadn’t noticed the said renovation of yours.

As he opened the cabinet above the wash basin, his jaw hung open.

All his belongings were missing, replaced with all your skin care, perfumes, make up and sanitary products.

He was at a loss of words. All he could see was that same sinister smile of yours that sent shivers down his spine as you saying “together forever and ever and ever and ever..” echoed through his mind.

Clutching his head as he tugged the roots of his hair.

“This girl is going to make me lose my freakin’ marbles…!” He cried out.

author’s note: the man who sucker punched ace was blackbeard WJSNDKSKSN aaaand the scene where andie and ben went to a vegan restaurant and ben was just bashing the food for being bland and all the waitresses were asian threw me off i was nawt writin dat shit.

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thefanbasewhore · 3 years

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Retirement.

Summary: Blood is something Bucky has grown used to but when he's covered in yours, he's sick. Don't worry, happy ending!!

Warning/Content: almost death, getting shot in the head, Bucky cries but finally gets everything he deserves 😅

Paring: Bucky Barnes x female reader

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"Buck -" The rasp comes from the piece in his ear, he barely hears it as bullets that wiz past the surface of his head and bounce off the ground. He's out of breath, gasping as he find shelter behind an abandoned car, pressing the piece closer.

"What is it? Did you get in?" He pauses, "We need those files."

"Buck, he has a gun, he has me. Compromised." His heart is already unsteady and those words only make it beat faster. A pit forming in his stomach instead, he hears a male voice in the background.

"Who has a gun?" The silence makes his brows crease, heart drop as his voice cracks. "Answer me!"

"He wants to know where you are and what files you want." Bucky let's out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding at the sound of your voice.

"Tell him, give him the drive." There's no hesitation in his voice. There nothing in this world he wouldn't do to save you, nothing else mattered. Not the mission and definitely not the data.

But you know this, he's hard headed but instead of listening to Bucky you decide to test the waters. Looking up at the man which isn't hard, he has you on your knees, hands out in front of you but a gun inches from your head. "He said fuck off, if you shoot me you'll never know."

"What are you doing? Give him the drive, now." The growl that emphasizes the last word would usually be enough to have you shaking, but you don't give. Despite how rough he sounds, he tries to soften it "That's an order, give it to him sweetheart."

"Oh, he said fuck off again."

Bucky body runs hot, adrenaline pumping through his veins, warming his entire body as makes a b-line for the building you disappeared into a short while ago. "Give him the fucking drive."

It's useless, he hears rustling and talking but nothing he can understand but that's until he hears you talk to fast he can barely understand. "Office, we are in the first office second floor."

It's music to his ears, a second of relief but he feels dizzy as the found of a gun going off through the comlink almost paralyzes him.

"Fuck!" He yells, as he calls your name repetitively but there is no answer.

Nothing can stop him, he's running so fast he can barely register. It's all a blur, up the stairs through the main office until the stench of blood greets him.

There you are, lifeless and surrounded by your own blood.

His hands grasp gently grasping your head, blood seeping through his gapped fingers as good heart drops. "No..no." he mumbles to himself, managing to turn you over. It's hard to breath, he can't even think, see over the tears that blue his vision. A large lump forming in his mouth, it seals his throat.

There's too much blood to see anything, it soaks your scalp and mats into the hair around it. His fingers blindly look around for an exit wound but nothing is there, instead his focus falls to the rise and fall of your chest, still breathing.

Eyelashes flicker again cheekbones, disoriented and confused as Bucky let's out a sign of relief while you crunch your nose together in pain. He takes a second, just one to lay his head on top of yours and thank anything - anyone.

"Where does it hurt? I can't see, your bleeding too much baby.." Bucky watches as your eyes flicker from his steel blues and your hand reaches up to run a knuckle again his jaw, feeling the course fine hairs there. "Hey, listen to me, where does it hurt?"

Following the path of your shaky fingers he lets out a sigh of relief, the bullet managed to just graze the side of your head. The spot is hot under his trembling plam, beginning to scab and the hair is ripped away but he feels so thankful in that moment.

"He missed." It's not funny but both of you can't help but laugh as your sense of mind is returning. Hues of yellow and blue already forming under both of your eyes, no doubt from the head trauma.Bucky feels one of your hands push against his chest which he responds by tightening his core.

"Get off, I'm fine."

The look he gives you is filled with annoyance, eyes widening as if he can't believe the words that came out of your mouth, especially since his pants are wet and sticky seeing he is actually kneeling in a pool of blood.

"Are you crazy? You will bleed out." Bucky is quick to rip a piece of material from a nearby blanket, wrapping it tightly around your head but keeps pressure with his palm. "You need to get stitched up before you bleed out."

"I'm fine." Trying to push him away again but the look he gives is warning enough so you don't fight him as one arm slip underneath your knees, and then other supports your head against his chest.

"Scared me." Is all he manages to mumble as he starts his ascend towards stairs, a small kiss pressed against the uninjured part of your head. It's gentle, filled with so many words as his lips linger there, more so to reinsure that the skin is warm, full of color and lively. "Don't ever do that again, please."

"Bucky I couldn't just give it to them." Something is placed into his coat pocket while you tap it with a small smile. Hooded eyes weak, threatening to close with every passing second. "So I didn't, it's safe, the morons didn't even bother to search me."

Great, the mission is still ago but he's frowning. "I don't care about the mission. I care about you risking your life for some file, you disobeyed my orders I told you to give it to them and to tell them. If that bullet was an inch closer you would have died."

Silence feel over the pair, nothing else to be said because Bucky was right. The agreement was Bucky was in charge, in order for you to come everything would be up to him, especially because you weren't supposed to be there in the first place.

"I'm sorry, Buck." Guilt creeping over, pressing a small kiss to the underside of his jaw. Small tears beginning to blur vision but you're not sure if it's from the look of disappointed and fear that line his handsome features or that fact that you were that close to death and blood is soaking threw the make shift bandage and trailing down the side of your head. "I should have listened."

"I need a medic." Bucky brings his wrist to his lips before laying his cheek against the top of your own. The heavy, swish of air from the helicopter does little to him, he still stands confident and strong as he speaks.

"Don't cry, doll. I'm not mad, I promise." He pauses but you can feel his hands trembling, heart pounding inside of his chest. "Just scared, I'm covered in your blood and i hate it."

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He was right, from head to toe, smeared across his face and dying his hands pink even after scrubbing them effortlessly in the shower does little to get it off. The smell of your blood is still fresh, enough to crinkle his nose with distaste. Every time he looks down it's a reminder that he almost lost you.

When he enters the bedroom with a towel around his waist you look up, head still spinning but now the wound is stitched up, white bandages knotted behind your head. After the initial shock left your system you notice the side affects, right below where the bullet grazed, your right ear is ringing. You can hear anything and honestly, the doctors couldn't give a definite answer if it will ever come back.

"How your head, did the medicine start working yet?" Bucky asks, throwing on a pair on underwear and doesn't bother with anything else.

With a defeat huff you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as the bright light of the bathroom hurts. Bucky notices and shuts it off before curling up into the bed, legs entangling with your own as he presses a soft kiss against your neck.

A few more soft ones pressed against your cheeks, the warmth gathering the few tears that slip from your eyes. A hand runs through the soft strands of the involved side of your head, a soft hum of comfort vibrates against it. "Shhhh, it's going to be okay sweetheart."

As the underside of his hand comes back up to comfort you the pink hue catches his attention once again and a frown fills his features.

"I don't want to say this..." his words are rushed and desperate but he can't keep it in any longer. "Every time I close my eyes I see you there, in your own blood. I can't shake the feeling of your blood oozing through my fingers."

Bucky is never one to hold his partner back and to be honest he thinks you're one of the best agents he's ever met, skilled and smart but none of that will matter if you are dead. "I don't want you going on active missions anymore."

"You don't get to decide that." You argue, he fears the worse as your head moves from his hand, no longer seeking the comfort. "You can't do that."

"I need piece of mind, you're the only person I have left." He argues. The bright moon creates just enough light to illuminate one side of your face through the window. Eyes are black and blue and red shot, a popped vessel on the corner of your right eyes almost swells it shit. They're also puffy, no doubt from the wound and all the crying. In pain, agonizing pain, who knew getting shot in the head would give you such a bad headache? His soft hands find you again, pulling you close and gently for you face him.

One hand slides over the skin of the back of your arm, squeezing the muscle there as he presses an experimental kiss against your lips in fear you'll pull away. You couldn't if you tried, pull away that is. The smell of his soap overrides any other sense, his skin is soft and warm, his lips gentle as he strokes your hairline, pushing the hair away from your forehead. "I didn't say you have to stop, just be more careful about it, no more active missions but you can go after, make the arrests, still get in on the action."

"So let everyone else do the hard work while I sit on the sidelines? That not who I am."

"Please." He sounds desperate, blue eyes roaming over the soft features of your face, the wrinkle of irritation pinching lines between your forehead, the curve of your nose to the fullness of your lips. Beautiful, breathtaking, he's never loved something so much before. The fact that you're still laying next to him, breathing makes him want to cry.

So he does, unwanted tears fall in a messy, zig-zagged pattern as he hiccups. A soft, small hand finds his head, the buzz cut smooth under finger-tips.

"Bucky, baby.."

"I have lost everyone. My parents, my friends... Steve. I don't want to loose you either." A sound so sad, choked up and stuttering jumps his chest as he cries into your neck.

It's long over due, he refuses to speak about it. The last year of his life as been challenging to say the least, he's trying to adapt but struggling. Coming to terms of what he's done over the last 70 years but also learning how to love again, how to become human again.

Steve still haunts his dreams, his best friend, the man who saved him from Hydra, from everything is now gone. The one person who has been constant, his backbone but now he's finding that in you and honestly, his heart cant take much more.

"It's alright Buck, I'm not leaving you. I promise, I'm right here." It doesn't help, his heart his burning, chest crushing under the pressure of tears. The ball of emotion and growing and growing in the back of his throat, making it hard to speak. "You can't leave me.. you can't."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm okay."

"You're not okay, you can barely keep your eyes open. You have a gun shot wound in the side of your head! I felt it, your blood stains my hands. It's all I can smell. I thought you were dead... I can't take it."

What If he didn't miss? If Bucky had found you lifeless and cold?

"It's okay." You rub soothing circles to the middle of back, letting him cry it out. He needs it, he needs to talk about his problems, grow from them.

"What If we both stop?" Bucky's words silence you, "No more missions, we find a home, settle down. Just me and you."

The thought had crossed your mind more than once, a peaceful place to call your own with the man you love. Who knows what would happen? There's no doubt the pair of you would be bored out of your minds but can also gets jobs to fill the void, teach self defense classes.. start a family.

The thought alone makes your heart pound, so filled with love. "I want a normal life.. it's all I ever wanted. I can't imagine it with anyone else but I also need you safe. We can...." He's hesitant, not sure if they're the right words. "We can get married, get a home.. leave all this behind."

It's all so much, his words mix with the ache in the side of your skull but you don't need to think twice. The promise of Bucky forever is impossible to pass up on. "Yes."

"Yes to what?" Bucky's breathing is normal now, a few stray tears soaking your skin but his chest doesn't move. Like he's not breathing because he'll miss the words you say.

"All of it, to being your wife, to starting a normal life with you." After everything Bucky has been through, it's the least he deserves and you're going to give it to him. As his smile grows against your skin, you're breathless. Heart beating rapidly against his own and you swear you fall in love all over again.

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thismaydestroyme · 3 years

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Ruin

Summary: In a way Y/N cheated on Harry, and let’s say Harry is gonna make sure Y/N remembers who she belongs to.

Author’s Note: I wrote this while I was at work. I was standing in a corner, typing away on my phone. So you’ll see some grammatical errors and some foolishness. I just miss writing, so the next best thing is writing smut. You’re welcome, you horny ass dog. Also, I’m still new to writing and writing smuts scenes, so be kind. Thank you!

Warnings: Blowjob, use of daddy kink, and strong language. I honestly forgot what I wrote. So my motto in life is ‘fair enough’, so say it with me kids. “Fair enugf” (I crack myself up sometimes hahaha)

Word Count: 1552

“I’m sorry H. I won’t do it again.” You whimpered while being on your knees looking up at Harry who’s currently gawking at you.

Let’s just say, Harry is… disappointed in you because when you guys were out with some friends you got yourself in a situation playing drink or dare with some people at the club, and once again let’s say, your lips found another lip that wasn’t Harry’s and Harry watched the whole thing while he was in the corner drinking whiskey.

You don’t know what got into you, to do something like that, and now you’re in this position on your knees. Harry is staring right in your eyes, trying to avoid looking at your voluptuous tits that’s seeping out of your black bodysuit. Him being generous he let you take off your distressed ripped jeans and your Steve Marten boot.

“Y/N you know seeing you with other people wound me. Why would you do that to me?” He said with a hint of mischief.

“H, I’m sor-“

“That’s not my name, puppet. Try again.” He said walking forward so that his groan is literally near your face.

He wants to play? Okay.

“I thought you like to watch, daddy.” Dragging out the last word while batting your eyelashes giving him the nice pout at the same time; which you know drives him crazy.

Harry's mouth pulled up in an upward smile, but there isn’t anything innocent about that. “Oh darling, if I were you I would choose my next word wisely.” He said leaning down so your eyes can be eye level with his. You thought he was going to stroke your cheek, but he did the next best thing, he smacks your face. There was a nice echo that spread in his bedroom and your face turned to the left. There’s probably a nice handprint on your left cheek. He grabs your cheeks and forces it to face him again.

“Now, let’s do this again. Why did I see you kissing another guy?” His voice dropped.

“You weren’t paying attention to me. All I wanted was to have your attention.” You muttered because Harry is still squishing your cheeks together.

Harry made a tisk tisk sound with his mouth. “Wow, I didn’t know my slut came with an instruction manual where if I don’t pay attention to her, she’ll become a whore. I think I should send you back.” You immediately shake your head to show that you didn’t like that.

“Oh, you don’t like that? Well… I didn’t like seeing you act like a needy bitch at the club,” Harry let go of your cheeks and went back to standing straight. “what should I do to you?” He said, but it felt like it was more to himself then to you.

“Let me be your fucktoy daddy, I will be good.” You said, all you want is to make him feel good. Harry started to smile and start unbuckling his pants.

“You would like that, won’t ya? Having all my undivided attention on you. You fucking worthless bitch. Always trying to get the easy way out. Don’t worry, I won’t be easy.” He brought his pants down and kicked his white vans off his feet so he could take off his wide legged navy pants completely.

He still has his briefs and his white shirt on. “Please, daddy. I just want a taste.” You said moving your head so your face can be near his large bulge that's starting to grow.

“Don’t worry, you'll have more than a taste.” He dropped his brief and his cock sprung out and landed on his lower abdomen. His tip is covered in his precum. Harry grabbed his cock with his huge hand and he let out a hiss and started stroking it, hoping it’ll help out the sensitivity.

“I guess you did enjoyed watching.” You didn’t mean to say it out loud, but you did. Harry let out a short laugh. “I’m definitely gonna put that mouth to work, so you remember who you’re talking to.”

Watching him pump himself and fucking his hand makes you go into a frenzy. His cock is the most beautiful cock you have ever seen. “Hey, stop daydreaming. I can’t wait to ruin you, open wide dollface.”

You do what you’ve been told, except feeling his cock on your tongue- you feel his thumbs tapping your tongue over and over again. You let out a soft moan because seeing him above you and feeling his fingers out with your mouth is the hottest thing you guys ever done, which is fucking surprising because you to do a lot of crazy shit together. He pushed his hand off your face, which had you losing your balance because you went back, but you caught yourself. After you gain your balance and you’re on your knees perfectly, his cock is already near your face, so you open your mouth to invite him in.

Harry wasn’t playing when he said it wasn’t going to go easy on you. His cock immediately hit the back of your throat and you immediately gag because you were not expecting that. You remove your hand from the back of your back, so you can have some type of support. You place your hands on Harry’s thighs but he immediately pushes your hands away.

“Behind. Cross your hands behind your back,” You do as you were told. “Open wide, c'mon. let me use my least favorite fucktoy.” He said with a grunt. You couldn’t help but feel bad hearing him say that. “Oh, you didn’t like me calling you that? I guess you need to try, fuckin’ harder.” He grunted while pushing himself deeper into your mouth.

Saliva is dripping and landing on your tits. The wet sound of your mouth contacting his pelvic bone and the mix of your gagging is the only sound that’s filling the room. You try using those breathing techniques that don't have you hitting his thighs which tells him, you need a break. So everytime you pull back you try to intake as much air as you can get during that short window.

Harry’s hands found its way to the back of your head that has him pushing your head forward, so you let your mouth hang open and not closing so he can fuck your face freely. “Fuck, just like that puppet. Take the whole. Damn. Thing. Fucking take it.” He thrusts so harshly. Watching him fuck your face has you feeling something warm seeping out between your thighs. You’re getting off seeing him hold so much power.

Your mouth is getting sore and you don’t think you can last, but seeing him in this trance makes you push that negative thought out of your head. You close your eyes, tasting the precum that still lingers in your mouth. It’s salty and sweet at the same time. You let out a hum which has Harry tense up.

“Is my fuckface of a whore getting off on this?” His voice is deep and his voice is filled with so much lust. You can tell he’s trying to hold back, but at this rate he’s going to cum any second.

You open your eyes to look at him, and your eyes screams sex. “Don’t look at me like, dollface.” He grunted. You bat your eyes, and that sends him into a frenzy and before you notice, he’s muttering, I'm going to cum, I’m going to cum. Hearing that you’re preparing yourself to feel that hot substance seeping out of his tips.

Harry let out a shout, and you feel a warm liquid shooting straight to the back of your throat. You start swallowing around him, which has him moaning out your name repeatedly. He’s still thrusting himself into your mouth, to let his orgasmic state linger a little bit longer. You milk him out of everything he has left. You want to have a part of him inside of you, so you can remember this is real. At this moment you realize you’re starting to fall madly in love with him, but you’re not going to tell him that.

After a couple of minutes of Harry experiencing his euphoria state. He pushed my head away from him. He finally opens his eyes, and he’s just standing there. Watching me. Maybe even admiring his work.

He bent down to grab my face and his lips found mine. The kiss wasn’t a “I want to get off on this,” it was more like an appreciation. You couldn’t help but think in the back of your mind this kiss is so hot because he’s tasting himself. He pulls back and runs his thumbs over your bottom lip. You gave him your doe eye.

“You’re mine. You’re fuckin’ mine. Got that?” He said. You smiled at him and started to get up. Maybe he wasn’t ready for your next move, but you were ready for what's going to happen next during this eventful evening. Your hands found it’s way between your legs, to unbuckle your bodysuit so you can get it off you. His eyes landed on your tits.

Now you’re gonna make sure he knows, he also belongs to you.

“Game on, daddy, but this time is my turn to ruin you.”

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bowdownbucky · 3 years

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𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 !

part 2 <3

summary: you have an encounter with your best friend’s brother bucky!

pairing: innocent! reader x college! bucky

warnings: cursing, asshole! steve rogers, kissing, drug use, oral (female receiving) fingering.

your heart began to beat heavily, bucky didn’t care that his sister was outside of the door but you started to feel guilty. this was so wrong of you and you didn’t even want to look at yourself. “you better answer her sweethear, she’s not gonna leave.” bucky taunts you, he hand trails your stomach, groping your breasts hard. “uh-im almost finished, i h-had to ohhh.” you slap you hand over your mouth, bucky smirks as he pinches you nipple again.

“what?” rebecca moved closer to the door. “are you okay? i’m coming in.” your eyes widens, you pushed bucky away and slowly cracked the door. “i’m f-fine, the um…pizza! the pizza went down the wrong hatch.” you lie. rebecca’s face screws up. “ew i did not need to know that y/n” you watch as she walks into her room. you close the door, leaning your head back onto the wooden frame.

you closed your eyes and hoped that this was all a dream, that you didn’t actually kiss your best friends brother. you slowly open your eyes only to meet a pair of blue eyes, bucky laughs at you. “went down the wrong hatch? seriously?” you cross your arms in front of your chest. “well what was i supposed to say, sorry can’t talk now i’m making out with your brother. she’s kill me!” you exclaim, you ran your hands down your face in an irrational manner. this was too much for you and bucky didn’t see anything wrong with it.

“would you chill out? here take a hit, it will make you feel better.” bucky offers the small bud once more, you smack it out of his hand. “do you always solve your problems with weed!” you hiss. his eyes were low, he watched as the joint flew onto the ground. you hitch your breath realizing what you did, you see his tongue rub his lower lip. you almost melt at the sight.

“your gonna regret the doll.” he seethes into your ear. he pushes you against the door, you let out a yelp but he covers your mouth. “i know a way you can make it up to me, and you are gonna make it up to me. you know why baby?” you shake your head. “because you don’t want to get on my bad side. i would hate to ruin that innocence of yours.” he whisperers, he hands managed to find their way to you ass, giving it a light squeeze before letting you go.

you move from the door and he exits the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you could barely comprehend what happened let along what he meant by his bad side. you grabbed the nail polish remover and walk back to rebecca room. “finally! you took forever.” you mumble a small sorry and sat on her bed, she lends you her hand and you get to work on her nails, she chose a peach color and wanted you to add a french tip, such a classic.

as you continue painting her nails she squeals making you mess up the curved line. “becca! your nails!” you groan. “i don’t care! why didn’t you tell me?” you tilt your head confusingly. “you and steve hooked up and you didn’t tel me?!” you eyes go wide. “what! no! where did you get that from?” you ask her. she huffs. “no, no, no, no don’t try to act all innocent! you and chris did it and there is evidence on your neck. i rest my case.” you rush off the bed and check your neck, you internally face palm seeing dark purple marks all over your neck.

“i had no idea steve was like that. i guess i have to stop making fun of him now.” she chuckles. “just taking me home my ass! so how was it? was he big? why arent you giving me details.” rebecca whines, kicking her feet in her bed. you ignored her and attempted to kneed out the hickies. as you run the marks you notice bucky staring at you from his room door, you could practically feel his smirk as you watched his reflection go back to his room. you heart raced as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“it’s no big deal i just burnt myself with a straightener.” you curse to yourself knowing she wouldn’t fall for that. “fine don’t tell me! i’m going to sleep, all this secrecy has made me tired.” rebecca yawns, you hoped she wouldn’t ask you about the hickey again because lying was never your forte. you lie in the large bed, clouded in your own thoughts.

did he like you? was he just messing with you? you had so many assumptions of why he kissed you, what bothered you the most was that you had steve. steve was a jock and you were an outcast, you didn’t know how it would work. even though you and steve hadn’t officially said you were together, you still respected him and wanted to be faithful.

the next morning at school, you kept your head down and didn’t talk to anyone for the most part. no one really seems to notice because you were kind of a nobody. you sat in your forensics class, jotting down notes here and there. you stop writing when you feel a hand creep up your thigh. you turn your head toward steve, he kept a straight face and didn’t acknowledge how unamused you were.

“what are you doing?” you whisper. steve’s hand tries to travel up your skirt but you close your legs firmly. “steve!” he turns to you. “we’re in the middle of class.” you point out. “i’m sorry you know i can’t resist you baby. let me make it up to you but taking you out after homecoming.” you hault yourself as you almost roll your eyes at him. steve could be pushy sometimes especially when it came to losing your virginity to him. you hated that rebecca told him that, now he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“oh really.” you say pretending to be intrigued. “the guys and i bought hotel rooms for tonight and we get to bring a special girl along. and you know since your my favorite girl, i thought we could go together and have fun. go swimming, watch movies, kiss, cuddle, the whole nine and maybe some other stuff if you want.” you remove his hand from your thigh and continue writing notes. “i told you steve i’m not ready for that stuff yet.”

steve huffs, returning back to the lesson. your virginity wasn’t something that you kept sacred but you wanted you first time to be meaningful and steve hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet so your answer would always be no if he asked. when school ended you took the bus home, you quickly packed a bag full of makeup, hair supplies and your clothes for homecoming. you checked the time, almost cursing yourself seeing how you were going to be late to rebecca’s house.

you ran as fast as you could to the barnes’ house, you could practically feel the lecture rebecca was going to give you. luckily, you live a few blocks down from the barnes so it wouldn’t be too long of a walk/run. when you arrived at the barnes’ you quickly rang the doorbell. the door opens’ revealing a shirtless bucky who looked like he just got out of the shower. “can i help you?” he smirks looking down on you.

“becca t-told m-me to come, for homecoming.” you gulped attempting to maintain eye contact. his couldn’t help but peek at his glistened abs, you really hoped he didn’t catch on to you checking him out. before he could let out a snarky comment rebecca came gritting down the stairs with curlers in her hair. “there you are! y/n your late and we only have three hours to get ready.” you pushed pass bucky and ran up the stairs.

bucky watched at how nervous you were, it was like the fuel he ran on. rebecca closed her door and pushes you onto her vanity chair. “please tell me i have creative freedom tonight!” rebecca pleads with her big blue eyes staring at you. you sigh and nod. she kisses your forehead before beginning your makeup.

after a few hours of prodding, poking, blending, and brushing, rebecca finally finished your makeup and hair. normally you wouldn’t wear makeup because you didn’t know how to do it very well but when you did have it on you truly looked like a princess. “now carefully get into your dress y/n, i swear to god if you mess up an eyelash i will kill you.” she threatens you with her high pitched voice. you removed your jeans and shirt revealing your body, you quickly unzipped the dress as you start to compare your body to rebecca’s. becca was tall and slim while you were a little curvy. you had a small tummy with stretchmarks and she had a flat tummy with a slender waist. your best friend was beautiful and you didn’t want to see mom jealous, so you put up a front and delt with it.

you and rebecca were finally dressed, rebecca looked stunning in her white and pink dress. with the help of rebecca and mrs.barnes, you had pick a pale green dress, the curve of the dress fit you like a glove. the creases on the dress made you look more mature and sexier. you were never use to being sexy so the look on your face made rebecca freak out. “you totally hate it, i knew we should’ve gone with the black dress.” you shake your head. “n-no! it looks…great. thank you becks.” the door opens, your heart quickens when you meet a pair of bright eyes. you noticed bucky had put on a shirt, a part of you were bummed out. “would it kill you to knock! we’re girls who need privacy!” rebecca yells. bucky didn’t give his sister the time of day, his eyes were fixated on you. you felt self conscious as he stared at you long and hard. “mom and dad are going to a banquet dinner in manhattan. they won’t be back until tomorrow.” he tells rebecca. she crossed her arms in confusion. “what? no! i was supposed to have the car tonight. how the hell are we supposed to get to hoco?” rebecca flings her arms up dramatically.

bucky chuckles at his sister’s agony. “wait!” you spoke up as bucky was about to walk away. “c-can y-ou drive us?” you ask quietly. rebecca pulled your arm. “are you crazy? do you know what people say if we shows up to homecoming in a pickup truck?” rebecca vocalized. you couldn’t care less what people had to say, you just wanted and excuse to be see bucky. “becca this is important to you and even you said yourself we had to be there under any circumstances.”

rebecca whines. “fine but you’re dropping us off a block away. i need to retouch my hair, you’ve made me stress away the curls.” you watched as she pushes past bucky, leaving the two of you. you stare at him for a second then turn around, attempting to act uninterested. “you know you should skip this whole homecoming thing altogether.” bucky told you. “what! no, this is important to becca and i promised her i’d be there.” you felt his presence behind you, your back was pressed to his front. “come on doll, you never seemed like the type to be into this stuff anyway. i have a few places we could go instead. wouldn’t that be way more fun.” he was baiting you and hell, you were falling for it very hard. he pushed your hair to the side, laying a kiss on your shoulder. his hand cupped your waist, pulling you as close as you could get.

his pressed more kisses up your neck, he liked testing you, he would make you beg for it if you gave him the chance. “c’mom dollface, don’t you wanna have fun with me?” you almost gave him a nod but refrained. “i should go help rebecca, see you in a few james.” you walk away smiling to yourself, you won this round of the game but best believe, bucky was going to win the next level.

you sat in between bucky and rebecca once more, y’all were currently picking up nathan and steve, your dates for the evening. “you look beautiful beck.” nathan smiles at his girlfriend. rebecca left you in the front with bucky so she could kiss her boyfriend more. steve walks to the front car door but bucky locks him out. “hey man, open the door.” steve groans. the two had seem to have history and now you were going to be in between it. “you know the rules big guy, no douches in the front seat.” bucky smirks. “then why are you sitting up here asshole?” steve sarcastically jokes. rebecca huffed from the back, leaning in the front of the seat. “hey dickheads, we don’t have time for this, have your cat fight after hoco. let’s go!” she demands. steve huffs, taking a seat next to the couple who had no problem with pda.

the ride to the school was pretty silent except for the rock music playing from the radio. you stared out of the window, you could tell bucky was mad because of how tight he was holding the steering wheel, his knuckles were almost white from the tight grip. suddenly, his hand was on your thigh. your eyes widened, you quickly look back to make sure no one saw what was happening. “what are you doing?” you whisper. he doesn’t say anything to you, his hand stays on your thigh and his eyes stay on the road but you could still see the smirk on his face. you tried to push his his hand away but he only moves it higher, almost touching your core. you didn’t want to play games anymore, you were never built for them, you open your legs up more, instead of doing what you wanted, he removed his hand. “alright guys, have a good night.” rebecca and nathan were the first ones to leave the truck. steve exits the truck and stands by youre window. “you coming?” you nod to him. “i’ll be out in a second.” steve walks away from the window, bucky bursts out into laughter.

you throw a punch at his arm but he doesn’t flinch at you. “thats not funny! you’re so mean.” you pout. “no what’s funny is you actually going out with steve.” you eye him in confusion. steve was a good guy, he could be a little pushy but that was just high school boys. “he’s nice and he asked me to go with him. i really don’t see what’s funny bucky.”

“you think just because the guy asked you to a dance, he suddenly changes his player ways. i think you forgot i use to be one of those guys. guys like that don’t fal for girls like you” he pauses. “all he wants is to get you under him and then he’s gonna hop to the next willing participant. god you’re so naive.” you crossed your arms. “you’re such a jerk james! at least he has the decency to not play with my feelings! you’re sister was right! you’re nothing but a-an…asshole.” you yell, leaving the truck with a slam of the door. you surprised yourself at how you went off on him, what did he know about steve. you knew being involved with bucky was bad but now you officially got your sign to stay away from him.

you walked into the school looking for steve. you pushed pass people grinding and dancing on each other. when you find steve you see he’s not alone, he was dancing with lila miller. the two were close together, you turn you back in disgust once you catch the two of them share a very tongue-filled kiss. you sit at the table in annoyance. of course bucky would be right about steve, you hated the fact that he was right.

it took an hour and a half for steve to find you sitting at the table, watching everyone have fun. “hey y/n sorry i was waiting for you but then the guys wanted to go take some shots in the bathroom.” steve leans over to kiss your lips but you dodge him. he looks at you with a confused face. “come on let’s go dance.” he offers you his hand, you play with the fork that was covered in strawberry cake. “i’m good, maybe you should go dance with lila instead.” you say. steve sits back down in the chair, he cleared his throat. “you saw that? i didn’t think you’d be mad, it’s not like we’re together or anything.”

you roll your eyes, pushing your plate away from you. you get up and begin walking to the double doors. as you enters the hallways you ignore steve calling your name. “y/n! can you just wait a minute!” he yells, pulling your arm back causing you to hault. “it was just a dance, i was being nice. you can’t just get mad at me like that, i asked you to be my girlfriend more than once and you said no.”

“because all you want from me is sex which is not ready to give to you. you don’t think i hear about you hooking up with girls in the gym closet. i don’t want to be the next dumb girl who becomes a play thing for you.” you snap on him. “oh come on, sex is just sex, why do you make such a bug deal over this?” he groans.

“it’s not just sex steve, i want it to be meaningful and memorable. i’m sorry if i don’t want to hook up in a sleezy hotel.” you yell, your faces were extremely close. “and you think barnes is gonna make it special? god you’re so naive.” you furrow your brows, what did bucky have to do with this situation. “he has nothing to do with this steve! you asked me to come to this dance with you only for you to dance with another girl and make me look dumb sitting there waiting for you. you can’t take your hotel invite and shove it up your ass.” you walk away from steve, this time he didn’t bother calling your name. after he heard you curse at him he knew you guys were not going to work this out

you sit on the stairs of the school, tears slowly slid from your eyes. you felt so stupid and used, you knew steve was right but it still hurt. you two weren’t together and if he wanted to take another girl to the hotel he could because you weren’t together. you cringe at how bucky was right about steve, you wanted to be angry at him but he did warn you.

you decide to head home, walking alone the lonesome streets of brooklynn. you were wet due to the copious amount of rain fall, you shiver once more and continue to walk to your house. you noticed a familiar truck driving beside you. bucky rolls down his window. “get in.” he tells you. you continue walking, deciding to ignore the older boy. “come on doll it’s raining. a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking alone.” you couldn’t believe he as trying to flirt with you right now. you were hurt by his words and you were standing your ground, well that was until you heard a loud crack of lightning. you quickly rushed into the truck, slamming the door behind you.

before bucky could speak you began to talk. “just because i’m sitting in here with you, doesn’t mean i forgive you.” you seethed. bucky nods at you. “okay.” you angrily slap his arm. “okay? are you serious right now? how about a sorry for being a jerk!” you yell at him. bucky doesn’t acknowledge you, he starts looking for something in his truck. “god! boys are stupid! all you do is crave sex and hurt girls!” you rant, arms crossed over your chest. once you finished your rant you peek over at bucky holding two blunts. “wanna get high?”

you later found yourself in bucky’s room, high as a kite. you didn’t know what effect he had on you but you gave into his temptation. you sat on his bed, letting him shotgun smoke onto your mouth. “god you’re so hot.” bucky kisses your right shoulder. you softly hum in response, he trails his kisses to your exposed neck. you knew this was wrong on so many level but it felt so right.

“kiss me.” you whisper against him. the drugs in your system had your hormones at an all time high, you needed him to touch you. bucky locks his lips with yours, tongue roaming each other’s mouth in such a sensual way. bucky’s hand roams your body, cupping your breasts then your neck. you moan as he applies pressure to your throat.

he slides down you dress straps, with every kiss and touch you felt your dress being pulled lower and lower. bucky lifts you up on his lap, helping you out of the green champagne dress. you were fully exposed to him, his large hands grope your ass. he slaps the soft skin sending your lower half to grind against his tight jeans. bucky groans, pulling you closer to his bottom half. you felt the jean material rub against your clothes clit, your body shakes at the new feeling. “god you have no idea what you do to me princess.” he moans into your neck. his right hand unhooks your bra, you let the bra fall off of you. bucky eyes your bare chest, his blue eyes darken filling with lust.

he pulls your breast into his mouth, twirling his tongue around your swollen nipple. you grip onto his shirt, when moves your ass back and forth on his pants. “p-please bucky.” you whine, your body was aching for him to touch you. “what do you want doll?” you grab his, guiding him to your clothed cunt. you slip his hand under you, allowing his to grope your pussy. your mouth gapes open when bucky slowly rubs your clit back and forth.

when he notices you like the feeling of him touching you, it sends him into a deep lustful trance. he flips you over, bucky’ dog tags dangle over you. he kisses between your breast, trailing down to your stomach then he comes in contact with your laced white panties.

you can feel his breath on your wet core. he inhales you, moaning as if your cunt was the drug he was addicted to. he removed your panties from your body, bucky’s cock hardens once he caught a look at your pussy, your cunt was glistening from how wet it was, it took everything in bucky not to dive right in. “your so wet for me baby, and i haven’t even touched you yet. your pussy is begging for me to devour it.” bucky taunts. he slips one finger in your folds, your back arches at the finger passes your clit.

“bucky…please. i’ll do anything.” you beg. bucky perks an eyebrow at you. “anything?” you nod vigorously. “you’re going to cum for me three times. understand?” you nod your head. bucky licks a stride up your cunt. he moans at the taste of you. bucky wraps his pink lips around your clit, your legs spread wide as you beg for him to devour you. your back arches more, his hands pin your waist down to keep you steady, you screw your eyes shut as he sucks your clit into his mouth softly.

you moan out in pleasure, letting your hands grip his soft brown hair. you tug on his roots, attempting to push him closer to you. bucky pulls away earring a whine from you, he slips his middle finger into your core. at first his movements were slowly, he was preparing before adding his ring finger. you rode his fingers, moaning as he pumped you. you watch as he spits on your core, watching his saliva mix in with your cunt. you felt your stomach tighten, bucky felt your pussy clench around his fingers, imagining you around his cock.

he wastes no time, diving into your pussy. his tongue rapidly worked your clit, his fingers pumping you at a fast pace. your body was overwhelmed by all the stimulation. “bucky!” you scream at the top of your lungs. you were now grinding against his face, he didn’t tease you anymore, now he was on a mission to give you your orgasm. your legs shake, you cry out for bucky, your toes curled and your back arches to its full extent. bucky slows his movements as you come down from your high.

you collapse on his bed, you shiver as you feel bucky remove his hand from your pussy. you try to catch your breath, bucky hovers over you. “who knew my babydoll had that in you.”

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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I loved you first, but you’re not the last

“....You’re special so it requires extra effort. Happy Valentines and happy first day of being a couple,”

Pairing: Mark Lee x female!reader

Genre: Angst, SMUT, fluff, childhood best friends to lovers

WC: 4,588k

Warnings: Fake dating, break up,swearing, mentions or other idol, reader x Taeyong in the end, Taeyong as Mark’s brother, unprotected sex, virginity loss, a lot of making out, mentions of making out, touching, a small amount of dirty talking, oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I get my internet connection back. Gosh I hope this posts. Part of Request Party

It was in the middle of the night when you received a call that did not just woke you up, but also woke your whole being. Body, mind and soul.

“You’re back?” crankily you sat up from bed, scratching your heavy eyes and about to get out of bed because the person on the other line is right outside your house, waiting for you.

He has been away and gone for too long because of college... and you should be excited as you go downstairs to meet him, but you know why he’s here and it’s no good news. Let’s face it, this night will not end nice.

“Here goes nothing,” you murmured. Wrapping yourself with your thick jacket before you finally step outside.

And the moment you opened the door, snow was falling and you didn’t miss how the snow landed peacefully on Mark’s eyelashes. Eyes looking straight to you, those sad eyes that can’t hide the pain that he’s holding. A pain that you caused.

You wanted to finally reunite first with a hug, but he got ahead of you and took your chance to show him how much you missed him.

“How could you?” he started, eyes still locked on yours. “I thought we were going to wait and do it right- how could you date my brother while I was away?”

Even you find it cruel. What you did to Mark was cruel, selfish, and unforgivable. And truth be told, you don’t have the right words now. You wanted to explain of course, but you’re scared it might break him even more. “I love your brother,” you said softly. Not even brave enough to look him in the eye because you feel bad.

“You loved me first,” he bite back. And you can’t help but be weak in front of him and cry. Usually whenever you cry, he will walk towards you and remind you how much you mean to him. But you guess not tonight, maybe you don’t deserve love tonight.

“You left me, remember?” you dried your tears and tried being brave even just for a short period. Just until you have the guts to walk away.

“Whatever. It’s not yet too late. Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy,”

He finally said his true purpose tonight. This was his last chance and the only to win you back. But even though he has never been more honest in his whole life except tonight, he feels like not even telling you his feelings can bring you back to him. Mark was so frustrated that he has tears in his eyes already that you wanted to dry so bad. But if you really want him to respect the relationship you have with his brother, then this is the perfect time.

“I may have loved you first, but your brother is the last man I’ll love. I’m sorry Mark,”

And just as you finish saying those hurtful words, you finally have the bravery to turn your back on him and ignore his shouting that you’re sure your parents and neighbors heard. This is you throwing a decade of good friendship because of unrequited love.

FOUR YEARS AGO

The day before Valentines day, you don’t know what’s up with your mood or with you in general, because you’ve been so envy with the people around you, couples to be exact. As you admire happy couples in school who celebrates Valentines as early as now, you can’t help but to imagine someone.... someone that will give you flowers, chocolates... kisses, or whatever you’ll accept in whole heartedly.

Valentines is like Christmas, it’s a day of giving and receiving. But that only applies if you have someone special whom you can spend the day with and exchange shiny, glittery, and sparkling Valentine cards with.

“I can be your fake boyfriend, come on it will be fun,” he raises his seagull eyebrows and smirked. Come to think of it, it’s not a bad idea. You’ve been best friends even before kindergarten, you watch each other grow and went through puberty together until the next thing you know, you’re printing college applications together in your room because his printer broke down.

“Let’s not go to college without having the experience of high school love... you know, let’s have fun before we graduate with flying colors. Let’s go to parties, participate in Valentine-gram tomorrow, go to prom together. What do you say?” he added.

“But everything’s fake? What’s the point of fake dating if we already look like were dating ever since we started being friends?” You whine and flop on your bed, Mark did the same thing.

“Don’t think about it too much, just say yes,” for a moment you both just stared at the ceiling, wondering what could go wrong if you started fake dating. “Anyway, you don’t have a choice. I need to get home and answer these- Bye, you’re my girlfriend now!”

“W-what? Mark-“

And just before you could reason out with him, he’s gone with his college applications and you’re left with your thoughts and excitement. You don’t know why but Mark’s crazy idea made your heart jump, it’s like a good electricity that made you look for your art materials and spend the whole evening making your fake boyfriend a blue shiny, glittery, and sparkling Valentine card.

Even if the motive was fake, the effort was real and it felt good and right at that very moment.

But little did you know that his idea of fake dating was only his way to not shock you when he finally confess his feelings to you.

That’s right, your best friend is in love with you.

If she wears blue tomorrow I will confess to her. He tells himself as he stares in his ceiling, feeling the same excitement and electricity in his heart. Trying so hard to sleep but he kept on thinking about you and can’t help but feel the excitement for tomorrow again.

“You and Y/n started dating? Since when?” Mark’s mother exclaimed happily while driving. Looking at his son admire the roses he got you from the flower shop downtown.

“We’re just starting mom. Thanks for helping me pick these up by the way,”

“Oh there she is! Wearing blue! Oh I never realized how you two grew such good looking kids until now,”

Mark breathed in and let it out with a smile, thankful that you wore his favorite color, because he can’t continue to hide his feelings for you. Maybe you and him are really bound to happen.

As you wave goodbye to Mrs. Lee with a bright smile, there you see Mark carrying a unique bouquet of roses and your eyes immediately went big and sparkled because. Not to mention your heart beats so hard and fast because he looked so handsome even in his casual clothes.

“Wow- I’m speechless, these are beautiful. Where did you get these?” you accept the bouquet as he hands it to you with a smile. Engraving the look of your face in his mind and heart, swearing to himself that from now on he will make you happy like this everyday.

“It’s a secret. You’re special so it requires extra effort. Happy Valentines and happy first day of being a couple,” he said and planted a kiss on your forehead. Something so natural for you and him, but today is different. Nonetheless, you believe that today will be a beautiful and eventful day.

In the see of people wearing red and white in your school’s hallway, you and Mark are happy wearing blue. Such a sad color but you wearing it makes him the happiest guy today. Everywhere you look has a dash of red and pink, hearts are hanged here and there and almost everyone has red roses on their hand... except you.

Because you’re holding a bouquet of rainbow roses.

This year’s Valentines wasn’t like any other Valentine’s you usually have. Today you have Mark.

You have Mark to hold your hand while you walk on the school’s hallway. You have Mark to look at you so lovingly that your heart melts whenever you catch him looking. You have Mark to take you out on a date after school and take cute photos in a photo booth. You have Mark to share a big drink with two straws.

And most especially, you have Mark to kiss you under the dark sky full of stars in front of your house.

His lips were soft as expected. And the way his tongue swipes on your lip in the most subtle way just makes you want him to kiss more. He smiled in between kissing when you pulled him closer and kiss him more when he was about to pull away. And oh! You did not miss the way he softly moans, such music to your ears but sad to say you can only hear them tonight.

“Did you liked my Valentine card? I left it in your locker,”

You finally pulled away and surprised him. Wiping away the spit from your mouth, you wiped Mark’s as well. He only smiled to you and you wish he would stop doing it because you’re growing a little crush on him already.

“It’s full of glitters, it’s blue and it has watermelons. Of course I love it” he said then did it again, melted your heart with that damn handsome smile.

“Good,” you said softly, fixing his hoodie and finally giving him a bear hug that he deserves. “I don’t want this night to end,” you finally admitted it.

“Then let’s not end it,”

“Wait, you’re not faking anymore aren’t you-“

And just like that Mark cut you off with a deep kiss. Nothing like how he kissed you earlier. This time he was holding you tight that you’re almost out if breath and you feel like he’s about to crush you anytime. But the way he kissed you... it’s his way of confessing his love to you.

On the following days, everything changed between you and Mark. Though it’s clear that what you feel for him is only just a crush now and he knows it, still the guy is hopeful that you will love him like how he loves you.

Mark is the perfect definition of consistent. He showed you how he feels for you each day, and each day he became better than the day before, sweeter and bolder. He was putting everything on the line for you, showering you the love he has always kept in him. That’s why, in a matter of months you finally made it official with him and you can’t wait what the future has in store for the both of you.

“What do you love about me?” you asked out of nowhere while he was in the middle of playing his guitar. It wasn’t a hard question, but it made him stop and think for a second.

“I love how you give me constant reasons to love you even more each day,” the first line was enough, but Mark has more to say. “The way you kiss my cheek in the most friendly way but it always meant something to me, how you accepted me to be your friend and now boyfriend. I love how you love me, because being loved back by you is something so special that only us can understand”

What he said moved you of course. You didn’t know that he loves you deeply even before you started the fake dating thing. And knowing that Mark is just crazy and madly in love with you, you can’t help but wish that you are too. For now all you can do is accept his love, and give back however you can. You love him of course, but you can’t keep up with his love yet.

Days passed by and your relationship grew sweeter. More sweet words were exchanged and more kisses were given. Way more. Until you find yourselves making out whenever you two are alone.

“Aw!” you express your pain when Mark accidentally bit your lip. Something so sexy but it hurt and it made you both stop what you’re doing.

“Oops. Sorry, I got carried away” he says and took a look at your lips. “You’re fine right?”

“Mhmm” You answered, but just before he was about to start kissing you again, you stopped him by pulling away. “And it’s getting late, I think you should go home,”

“But I want to stay for more,” he said with a sly smile. Caressing your shoulders and soothing your back. If course you did not miss what he was talking about for more. You and Mark are young, and being new to this relationship thing just makes you both want to explore and feed each other’s curiosity.

“When I’m ready. I promise it will be worth the wait, for now it’s getting late and you need to go home... And work with some homework,” you gave him a final kiss and thankfully he did not pry.

The relationship you have with Mark was nothing like the friendship you used to have. The friendship was still there, of course, but friends don’t kiss your neck while you’re busy reading a book or slam you to the nearest wall and kiss you wildly. Friends don’t taste your favorite ice cream flavor through your tongue in the middle of a Netflix movie, and friends don’t get affected when they see you in your thin shirt and panties only whenever they give you a surprise visit.

“It’s the weekend, why are you here?” You whine as you try to go back to sleep. Clinging to your pillow and thick blanket but your boyfriend is currently losing his mind. Nonetheless, he remained a gentleman and covered your exposed leg and butt, covering you completely and keeping you warm. “Come to bed with me. Cuddle with me instead”

The young man’s eyes brightened and quickly joined you in bed. Swinging his arm around your waist from behind and nuzzling your neck to tickle you.

“I got into my dream college,” he whispered excitedly beside your ears which made you quickly turn to him and hug him.

“That’s why you’re here! Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realized” you planted kisses on his cheek the ones he loved receiving other than your slow and deep ones. “You used to talk about this ever since we were just kids. Ugh, I’m so proud of you”

“Promise to support me no matter what?” This time it’s him who went closer and planted kisses on your face. Of course you said yes, it has been his dream, but now that you knew you’ll miss him everyday and you know that the image of him walking away from you at the airport will truly hurt you, so you can’t help but fake it.

You rolled on top of him and his eyes immediately went big, wondering why and how are you like this. You have never been this bold and confident even in your wildest times, it’s like he’s seeing a totally different side of you and he loves it.

“Want to claim your early graduation gift?” you completely surprised him and started kissing his neck, while Mark is actually enjoying the moment by caressing your ass cheeks and teasing you by tugging your panties. You wish you have the same level of confidence with Mark, because you well know that between the two of you he is the one experienced with sexual activities, so now you try your best.

“Mmm” a loud pop surrounds your room as Mark sucks your nipples through your thin shirt. Taking turns with your left boob and right boob until your shirt is partly wet because of him and he can finally see your nipples. The sight of it gave him the feeling like no other. Of course this is not his first time seeing boobs, but this is different because it’s you.

The mere sight of your boobs just made him lose his mind and not to mention hard in no time. You watch him roll his head back while you slowly grind of top of him with a ruined shirt, looking so hot than ever so he quickly switched places with you. Putting you underneath him, looking down on you with hungry and lustful eyes.

“Do you wanna touch my boobs?” You asked him so innocently,reaching for his hand that’s placed on your waist. You put your hand and his hand inside your shirt, slowly lifting the wet shirt just above your chest to expose your boobs to him.

“I wish you were my first,” he said and immediately kissing your right boob while his hand kneads the other, pinching you or teasing you, or whatever he just wanted to hear something from you. And when he stopped making your nipples swollen, Mark just kept on kissing you softly and saying ‘i love yous’ over and over again. making you smile through his lips and soft touches, it is as if he’s taking away all your shyness and making you comfortable with the situation. The situation where your boobs are expose to him, your legs spread wide and Mark is in between your legs, grinding his clothed cock on your ruined and wet panties.

You were just kissing passionately but now you felt his hands hooked on your panties and the next thing you know he’s pulling it down without breaking the kiss until it reaches your thigh and eventually remove it but the shyness crept in again, making you close your legs and bite your lips in hesitation.

“Can I? Open your legs?” He asks, kissing your neck and calming you through the way he kisses you and touch you. And when he felt that you’re ready, he tried opening your legs again and this time you let him. Letting him place his body in between your legs, smiling through the kiss as if he’s telling you ‘good job’.

Mark spread kisses around your body, kissing every inch of your being, earning a giggle from you and with that he’s happy you’re not nervous anymore.

And when Mark pull away to discard his clothes, and release his cock, you were speechless when you saw it that you removed your own ruined shirt just to be fair ask him to get back in between your legs this instant.

“Lets do this right,” he said and immediately placed a finger on your wet slit that took your breath away. Up and down, you feel his finger nothing else, and when the moment comes and Mark put a finger in, your hand reached for his hand and tried to stop him because the pleasure was too much. But your handsome boyfriend was just smiling at you, smirking because you looked so ruined right now all you can do is smile back at him. And when he insert two fingers, he kissed you deeply and caught every moan you let out, every cry of his name, every groan, or whine.

And the next thing you know you’re closing your legs as you shiver and curl your body. Trying to get away from Mark because you’re sensitive already but your boyfriend is not stopping.

“First of many,” he says and stopped to pull out his fingers. But he is not yet done. He only gave you a few seconds to catch your breath and went back kneeling in between your legs again.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you asked with ragged breaths and tired expression.

Mark did not answer you verbally, but he did physically. Licking your pussy juices and spreading your pussy lips while his eyes are completely locked on yours.

You said ‘no’, but you didn’t mean it and the moment his tongue swipes on your cunt you grabbed hold on your headboard and hold on for your dear life. Clenching and unclenching as Mark eats you out, trying so hard to close your legs but you can’t until your second orgasm drowned you quickly and all you can do is breathe in and out heavily.

“I hate you” you said but you’re clinging to Mark and sharing your warmth to him.

“I love you,” he said and intertwined his fingers with his, kissing your knuckles before he place both your hands above your head. You voluntarily spread your legs wider for him, and with his free hand he lines his cock finally.

“I didn’t know you’re big,”

What you said made him smirk and proved your discovery even more by pulling out entirely and slamming his cock back in your wet hole. “Now you know,” he said small grunts and went in deeper. He knew what he’s doing to you is too much pleasure because it’s your first time and also he can tell by the way you hold on to his hand.

“Planning to crush my hand?” he let out a cut giggle like he isn’t fucking you deep right now. How can he do that? Be insanely cute while doing something filthy to you.

“Y/n, I’m close can I go faster?” and you can only nod.

Fucking you faster and harder than earlier, you watch Mark become someone sinful when he started focusing on his own release, kissing your boobs while he fucks you, give your ass a tight squeeze, lick your neck like you’re a fucking ice cream and whisper dirty words or word that make you shy that you didn’t know you would love hearing. Like,

“Let me fuck you again,”

“You like it deep huh?”

“Y/n, you’re worth wait, you’re mine forever”

“This is the last pussy I’ll fuck,”

And in the end he pulled out and jerked in front of you, letting his cum fall on your lower abdomen and watch his cum drip to your sheets. It’s a shame that he can’t cum inside you, it would have felt great.

“Fucking shit- that sex was great,”

He rests his head on top of your boobs, but went back to kissing you again on the lips. Apologizing for his mess, aplogizing for his words and saying ‘i love you’ over and over again.

That morning, you stayed naked with Mark in bed for a few hours just talking and laughing, flirting and kissing. It felt great having a huge progress with your relationship, especially that it’s Mark who took your virginity.

“Hey, you okay?” he was talking about your pussy because even though he didn’t went hard earlier, he did fucked you a little bit harder knowing that it’s your first time. “I meant what I said earlier. Please be my last, I don’t want to give my love to anyone but you. It’s too early to talk about marriage but, I know it’s you. I’ll love you better each day, I promise”

Comfort, warmth and safety. That’s what you felt hearing those beautiful words from him that you became speechless and crashed your lips to him.

His promise was kept every day until you both finished high school together, enjoy the summer before he leaves and make unforgettable memories as many as you can.

But knowing that he’s going away to follow his dreams and fulfil his goals, Mark worried too much about long distance relationship and how it never worked.

“Are we really together now? I’m not dreaming right?”

Your sleep was disturbed when Mark called you in the middle of the night. Today, you taught him how to bake and had a couple of rounds during Netflix and chill, so to be honest you’re really exhausted and tired.

“Mark, we kiss, we date, we have sex almost everyday. Yes baby, we’re together for almost four months already. Now can we please go back to sleep-“

“Go down open your door. I’m outside”

And the moment you opened the door for him, you gave him a ‘shh’ sign, telling him that your parents are already asleep. You came closer to him for a kiss, and told him, “it’s real. I’m real. Can you please promise me to stop overthinking, you’re making me worry,”

He didn’t answer you but lowered his head. You knew he’s sorry and he’s just doing this for you,

“I love you, Mark. I’m yours forever,” you said and kissed him again. Deeply this time, to the point that it put you both in the mood and the next thing you know Mark is fucking you while he’s covering your mouth with his hand.

When Mark left you for college your relationship went downhill and you’re both getting hurt already. Fighting is part of the relationship, yes, but the fight you have with Mark almost everyday was becoming the reason why you want to distance yourself from him. You feel caged with how he love you, you feel like he’s strangling you with all these rules you need to follow to maintain trust in your relationship but nothing is working.

Until he finally realized what he’s doing to you.

So during his vacation, he visited you and you were so excited to the core that you welcomed him with a tight hug and the biggest smile. Only to find out that he wanted to break up.

But

“It’s just until we finish college. Let’s wait and do it right. I don’t want to fight for you while hurting you at the same time. Please understand. I’m not breaking up because I don’t love you. This time off will heal us both,”

The breakup did you no good. You were sad every day and to be honest you would rather want him to nag you than miss him like this and you can believe that between the two of you, he’s the one doing great in life. It makes you want to believe that he doesn’t love you anymore. Like the man you fell in love to, wasn’t there anymore.

“Still crazy about my stupid brother huh? Come here and help feed my fishes,”

His brother, Lee Taeyong, disturbed you and your ugly thoughts while you finish the drink their mom gave you during one of your visits.

“Well, college was good to you. I see you’re back and finally opening a bakeshop downtown” he hands you the fish food as you wait for him to talk and feed the fishes generously.

“I’m very much excited to open my bakery. Want to make cookies later instead of being broken hearted?”

And as days, weeks, and months pass by, not only Lee Taeyong making you forget about Mark, he also healed your heart and won it fair and square.

It started how he makes your heart flutter whenever he holds your hand while teaching you how to bake, how praises you and tell you that you look beautiful everyday, how he makes his kitchen your own little world during closing time and you’re sitting on the kitchen counter with Taeyong in between your legs and taking your breath away with a heated kiss.

When you and taeyong started dating, you experienced true love. You didn’t want to hurt Mark but what you have with Taeyong is real and you had to hide this from him for years and years and years, until you finally graduated in college.

And Tayong proposed to you. It was the only time you couldn’t hide your relationship from Mark anymore because Taeyong was the one who confessed to him.

*this is the part where you read the first part again JEJEHEH

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athena-simpingforanimemen · 3 years

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Something to Consider

Chapter One | Sometime In 2007

Chapters| One Two Three Four Five

Synopsis| Having a special technique that hasn’t been passed down in over a 100 years, you’ve been amongst the strongest since birth but with no clan of your own to clam this technique. It causes the Clans to offer arranged marriages left and right. Overwhelmed parents turn to your aunt's clan and the Zenin’s are happy to step in, in hopes you will pass down the technique down to them.

Whole story contains themes| arranged marriage, angst, violence, death, swearing? sexual harassments(nothing crazy) and of course SMUT.

Authors note| This is about the road to marrying Gojo, it’s gonna be long and filled with angst because I'm mean. This story starts with the reader being around 11ish. Has a little bit of manga spoilers from vol.8 because it has Toji. Hope you like it. This is written for my two whore best friends. :)

Sitting in the back of a black sedan, the rain and some random talk radio station playing softly. The sounds of the rain on the roof made you sleepy. You let out a sigh, pressing your head against the window, watching as the water droplets race. You had just gotten out of school when you heard your mothers fussing through the thick wood of the front door. Not even getting the chance to greet her, she was already on you about changing into something nice; tossing clothes around in a hurry. Your father on the other hand was calm, casually chatting with you while your mother rushed around in a tizzy.

You didn’t have the time to ask what this was about or why you needed to hurry before your mother pushed you into the car with Suzuki. Suzuki was your personal driver and bodyguard appointed by the Zenin clan. She was always so kind and patient, putting up with your snappy comments and pre-teen attitude. Even when you were being difficult she never got upset with you. You never understood why she was appointed to such a low grade job. She was incredibly strong. What was all the fuss about you and your technique anyway?

Suzuki taking you to the Zenin Estate after school was a common occurrence, usually it was for training but today it seemed more important than just that. You were your parents' prized possession because the Zenin clan convinced them of it. Your parents weren’t sorcerers but your mothers family was long ago. They possessed The Divine Panther, it hadn’t been passed down in over 100 years and by some miracle you got it. The Zenin’s took the opportunity, hoping you would pass it down into their clan but that wasn’t completely up to them. Not like they treated you like you were special. Pushing you so hard to master your technique while most of them looked down upon you. Most likely because your cursed energy was “weird” as Noaya said. Most of the youth are scared to train with you. So why train when everyone is already scared of you in the first place? The Zenin’s didn’t even fully understand your technique or so they say but they knew you were strong. Special grade strong, up there with the six eyes. “But just appearing strong isn’t the same as being strong.” Noaya would always say to you. I’m sure someone older and wiser than him told him that. Those words are far too sophisticated for a boy like him.

“Where are we even going, Suzuki-san?” you ask, moving your head from the window.

She looked at you through the rearview mirror as she spoke. “We are headed to the Zen’in residence, they wanted you to attend a clan meeting. Did your parents not tell you?”

You shake your head, crossing your arms. “No, they were too busy picking out clothes and telling me how to properly greet people, like I don't know how to.” Shifting your kimono as you grumble. “I’m not even a Zenin. Why do they want me there?”

“I’m sure they just want to include you.” She smiled in assurance.

She wasn’t wrong, but for some reason you didn’t like the feeling you got. It wasn’t that they wanted to include you in a clan meeting. The clan meeting was about you. They wanted you to marry one of theirs for the gain of power but they weren’t the only clan that wanted it. It was like a bidding war. It wasn’t really up to them, it was up to your parents in the end and the Zenin’s would do anything to sway them their way. A nice home, the best schools, private drivers. It was all just a ploy to get them to agree to an arranged marriage.

The soft sound of the radio and the rain made the ambiance of the car relaxing, distracting you from the scenery slowly turning into landmarks you didn’t recognize, the winding road getting more and more wooded as she drove.

“Well, now where are we going?” You question, bringing your attention up to her. “You’re not gonna murder me right?”

Your comment makes her chuckle. “No, I wouldn't dream of it!” The car turned into a long driveway. “I forgot to mention I had to stop at Jujutsu High to pick up Gojo Satoru.”

“A Gojo? I thought you worked for the Zenins?” Your little eyebrows furrow as you settle back into your previous position against the window. Looking at the well manicured landscaping as The car comes to a stop outside a large stair walkway that looks like it leads far into the woods.

“I work for a few people. I have to drop him off for something.”

“Something? Like what?”

“Well, that is not my business.” She shrugged.

Your attention was brought to the stairs, watching as a tall, white haired boy ran down the steps with his hands in his black uniform. He looked smug wearing sunglasses in the rain. His cursed energy grew stronger as he approached the car. Your head turned back to the window as he got closer. Seconds later the car door opened. Watching his reflection in your window as he got in. His cursed energy was strong, stronger than yours. You could see him look over at you through the reflection of the car window.

“Oh man, it's really pouring isn't it Suzuki-San?” He said, leaning forward to greet her.

He smelled like expensive cologne and hard candies. Almost like he had melted ones in his pocket. Suzuki turned around to look at him with an expression you have never seen.

“Hello, Gojo.” She smiled, leaning her arm on the middle console.

Your head still resting against the car window, watching the interaction. Pre-teen angst stirring around your aura. This isn’t worth missing your favorite show and you have to talk to people you don’t really like in the most uncomfortable kimono to ever exist. Now you have to watch Suzuki swoon over this Gojo guy. You had a good feeling he might be annoying, usually you’re pretty good at reading people and he seemed full of himself. The whole thing makes you want to just jump out of the car.

He leaned back in his seat as Suzuki started driving. He gave off an interesting energy to say the least, intimidating in a way but you felt a childishness that radiated off of him making you assume he couldn’t be much older than you. Not only that, he was texting someone; the clicking of his phone slightly irritating. Yeah, you weren’t a fan. He definitely was going to be annoying.

“You shouldn’t run down stairs with your hands in your pockets.” You stated.

Watching his fuzzy reflection pause, his attention moving to you. A smile grew on his face as he looked at you. All angsty and pretending to be uninterested. Don’t think you're the only one who can feel cursed energy and read people. He felt yours far before he got into the car and by the looks of it, you would be fun to mess with.

“Hm and why is that?” He placed his phone in his lap. What an interesting way to greet a stranger.

“You really don’t know?” You looked over at him with a scowl, only to be met with an amused smile and sunglasses.

“Nope.” he shook his head. “You shouldn’t start a conversation so harshly. Maybe try with your name next time.”

Oh, another Naoya? Fun. You thought. The way he spoke was like he was mocking you. So smug like you should be grateful to be in his presence and you couldn’t stand it. “You shouldn’t wear sunglasses inside, it's rude, plus it's raining.”

His eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. “It is raining, good job kid.”

“Whatever.” You turned away. Mostly to stop yourself from starting something that would get you in trouble.

“You know.” he pondered, finger tapping his chin. “If you treat people this way, you won't find a husband.” You felt him lean over to you, hand resting uncomfortably close to your leg but moving away would let him know you were affected by his actions and the more you react the more they keep being annoying. You learned that from Naoya.

“Oh, I don’t want one.” You stated, looking at him. “I-um.” The second part of your snarky comment dying on the tip of your tongue. The edges of his lips turned up into a cheeky smirk, crystal blue eyes and white eyelashes peaking over the rim of his black sunglasses. In all honesty It made you shut up, his closeness made you lose your edge and Gojo ate it up. He noticed how your posture changed ever so slightly, shifting around nervously as you tried to remember your sarcastic comment. Gojo was right, you would be fun to tease.

“Go on?” He teased, leaning ever so slightly closer to you. You didn’t answer. Scrunching your nose at him. His close proximity made you blush. Why did that make you nervous? It’s not like he was that handsome. (This is a lie, he is very handsome. Unfortunately.)

“Satoru.” Suzuki’s soft voice cut in, her head shaking lightly as she looked at the pair of you through her mirror. Her expression was sharp as Gojo made eye contact with her. He then looked back at your flush face before falling back against his seat with a sigh. Suzuki’s looks speak a thousand words but she must have known him well for her to address him like that. You were just grateful she saved you, the blush on your face fading while the sounds of talk radio filled the silence in the car.

Your thoughts brought you to the Zen’in clan meeting. You really didn’t care too much about these things, everyone was always so pretentious, always going on about something you pretended to listen to. Noaya was the worst, of the younger ones that is. Always bullying everyone, especially the girls. He was so vulgar about it too but It didn’t bother you the way he wanted or at least you didn’t show it. Plus it was too much fun to watch his reactions. Boys like him need to be kicked down a peg or two anyway. A/N:(Or be pegged..hehehe)

“Suzuki-san? Do you think Noaya will be there today?” You question breaking the silence.

“I’m sure he will, why do you ask?”

“No reason.” you sigh.

Gojo glanced over at you. “Is that your boyfriend or sumin’?”

“Ew No.” You shook your head. “He calls me a dog or... other things.. So, I bite him.”

“Ya’ one of those weird kids?” He chuckled.

“No. But if you're going to call someone a dog, don't act surprised when they bite you.” You shrug. He was silent, looking at you over his glasses with amusement— you did have a point.

“You’re kinda proving my point here.”

“If you knew him you would understand, he definitely deserves it.”

“Mhm.” Gojo nodded, turning back to his phone. It was quiet again before he spoke.

“Well, he's probably just got a crush on you.”

“Ugh, I hope not.” You say with disgust. “Plus, I don't think you would say the things he says to someone you like.”

“Like what?”

“I’d rather not repeat them.”

The car parking ended your conversation. You had stopping in a part of town you’ve never seen, It was fairly creepy. No bus stops or open stores, just abandoned stores and warehouses. You heard Gojo let out a small sigh before he unbuckled and opened the door, the sound of the rain filled the car as he got out.

“Where are you going?” you ask. “Why are you getting out here? It's creepy.”

You had leaned over the middle seat to speak to Gojo, looking up at his tall frame as he stepped out. “Wait? Don’t tell me you actually like me?” He said, you could practically hear the smirk on his lips as he spoke.

“No, I’m just concerned for my own safety.” You said, smiling up at him a teasing glint in your eye. He chuckled, straightening his jacket as he bent down to look at you. Your Seat-Belt stretched as far as it could go in to speak with him. And for the second time since meeting him he makes you blush. His eyes locked with yours as he spoke, his tone no longer filled with its usual teasing nature.

“That's probably a good thing.” He smiled, swinging the door shut.

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Ex’s and Oh’s | Jung Jaehyun

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Summary: Drunk and stranded at a house party, you have no option but to call your ex Jaehyun. When you see him, you realise you want him back. How far are you willing to go to prove it?

Genre: Ex-Boyfriend!Jaehyun, Angst, Suggestive

Word Count: 1.6k

Gif: @johnni

“W-watch it,” you slur.

Liquid splashes down the front of your sequin dress. It takes your rum-riddled mind a moment to work out that someone’s spilled their drink on you.

You can’t tell if the room is spinning or you are. “God, why did I drink so much?” you mutter. But deep down, you know why you did it – to forget about him.

You push through the crowd in the living room into the garden. Drunk people are littered across the lawn, some making out, some fast asleep.

The fresh air calms you, but only for a moment. A sickening feeling washes over you. You grasp at your purse, but to your horror, it’s empty.

“My phone!”

You look back at the heaving house. There’s no way you’ll be able to find your phone in that mess.

“Hey, you!” You dash towards a boy sitting near you, almost tripping over your heels. “Can I borrow your phone?”

The boy nods and hands it over.

You stare at the keypad, desperately trying to remember any phone number that isn’t his. But it's useless. You can only remember one string of digits. The ones seared into your heart.

The phone rings three times before he picks up.

“Jaehyun?”

There’s silence.

Then, “Y/n?”.

And it all comes rushing back – Jaehyun’s dimples, his deep laughs, his pink hands and pinker cheeks. You’re so overwhelmed by the memories that you forget to answer.

He snaps you out of it. “What do you want, Y/n? It’s 2AM.” Jaehyun’s once chocolatey voice is ice cold. You suppress a shiver.

“Jaehyun, I’m sorry for calling you but I’m at a house party and I lost my phone and I don’t know how to get home and-” you gasp. “Can you please come and pick me up?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he’ll say yes.

There’s more silence.

“Jaehyun…” you plead. “I didn’t know who else to call. I’m… I’m scared.”

You hear a sigh. “Alright. Stay where you are, Y/n. I’m coming.”

Warmth trickles through you. Thank god.

You sit on the porch step, shivering in your mini dress. Just as you're about to doze off, you hear the low hum of an engine. Your eyes snap open.

You see a battered blue Prius pull up in front of the house. You’d recognise that car anywhere. After all, it’s where you lost your virginity.

Jaehyun steps out, and you almost gasp. He’s just as handsome as you remember – scratch that, he’s more handsome.

A head of soft purple hair frames his smooth skin. His dark lashes fall onto towering cheekbones, with those deep dimples you could spend eternity in.

Jaehyun’s wearing a simple black T shirt, but you can see a new definition rippling underneath.

When he sees you, Jaehyun's lips form a tight line.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asks, gesturing at your skimpy dress.

You wrap your arms around him, locking him in a tight embrace. “Not anymore,” you mumble against his chest.

You breathe in his cologne, grapefruit and cinnamon. You're weak at the knees - and it's not just the alcohol. But Jaehyun is frozen under your touch, hands hanging limp by his sides.

“Thanks for coming, Jae.” You hiccup.

“Well, I couldn’t just leave you…” Jaehyun says, avoiding your eyes. “Come on, let’s go.”

Jaehyun starts pacing towards his car.

You hurry behind him, but you can barely manage a straight line. Suddenly, your heel snaps, and you thud onto the wet grass.

Jaehyun whips his head round.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” he asks, crouching down in front of you. His brows crease with concern. When he catches you staring, his face falls blank.

“Why did you have to drink so much, Y/n?”

“Why do you think?” You nurse your scraped knee, which stings more with shame than pain.

Jaehyun holds his hand out for you. You grasp it, ignoring the sparks that fly through you, and let him haul you up.

When you stand up, you’re so close to his face that you can see the faint blush on his papery cheeks.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” You slap your hand over your mouth. “Did I just say that out loud?”

The tiniest smile appears on Jaehyun's face.

The drive home is quiet. Every time you try to talk, Jaehyun just looks away.

The passing streetlights pulse bright amber on Jaehyun's face. He grips the steering wheel so tight his knuckles go white.

You rest your head on the door and stare out of the window. The world fades into black…

When you wake up, you realise you’re in the parking lot of your apartment block.

Jaehyun is standing outside the car, on the phone. His denim jacket forms your makeshift blanket. It smells like the Christmas you shared together.

You step out of the car. Jaehyun sees you and hangs up.

“Who were you talking to?” you ask.

Jaehyun just purses his lips. “Do you think you can walk alone?”

You nod.

The bright lights in the lift make your head throb. “Was that your new girlfriend you were on the phone with?”

Jaehyun pauses, then nods curtly, avoiding your gaze.

Your stomach clenches with bile, and you have to grab the lift handle for support. Thankfully, the elevator door dings open.

You stumble down the hallway to your apartment, Jaehyun following silently behind you.

You step inside your apartment, chucking off your high heels.

Jaehyun stands at the doorway, picking at invisible dust on his jeans.

“Thanks for bringing me home. Do you… want to come inside?”

“I better not.” Jaehyun says, pushing his hand through his hair.

“Fine,” you mumble, feeling a lot more hurt than you’d expected. You pick up a glass of water from the side table.

But then, the glass slips out of your hand and smashes onto the floor. You stand there dumbfounded, staring at the broken shards by your feet.

Jaehyun runs into the apartment. “Don’t move. Are you hurt?”

“I…” you touch your cheek. Your fingers come away wet. You hadn’t even realised you were crying.

You take a step towards Jaehyun. Your bare foot lands on a shard of glass, and you yank it back, hissing.

“I told you not to move!” Jaehyun steps towards you, his Timberlands crunching on the glass.

Jaehyun places one arm around your waist and the other under your legs, lifting you into his arms. He carries you bridal style towards your bedroom. You don’t have to tell him the way.

You feel so safe in his arms. “Why did we break up again?” you murmur.

Jaehyun sighs softly. “You broke up with me, remember?” You turn your face into his shirt, feeling his warmth pulsing through. Jaehyun’s heart speeds up.

Jaehyun pushes your bedroom door open and gently sets you down on your bed. You lie and watch as he picks some pyjamas from your wardrobe.

He places the clothes on the pillow beside your head. “I really should go now…”

Jaehyun turns towards the door, but you catch his wrist before he can leave.

“Wait… don’t go,” you whisper. Jaehyun stands frozen. You lace your fingers with his.

“I miss you… and I’m not just saying that because I’m drunk.”

Jaehyun’s broad shoulders rise and fall. You can’t see his eyes, but you pray that they hold the same longing you feel.

You gently tug Jaehyun around till he’s facing you.

You take in Jaehyun’s glistening eyelashes, the firm set of his jaw, his head hanging low. Your heart breaks to see him like this. This is your fault.

Jaehyun slumps down on the bed next to you.

“Please say something,” you whisper, your heart thumping against your ribs.

Jaehyun lifts his head and stares at you. You notice, for the first time, that his hazel eyes are flecked with gold. Your breath catches. Why had you never noticed that before?

You place your hands on his shoulders. Jaehyun stays absolutely still as you drag your lips up the soft skin of his neck.

“Jaehyun…” you murmur.

You lean in and kiss him on the mouth. Jaehyun gasps, but his hand trails up and cradles the back of your head.

Jaehyun kisses you back, and you slide back together like no time has passed at all. You feel his lips everywhere, his warm breath touching every inch of your skin.

When you pull away, you’re both panting.

“You should get some sleep,” Jaehyun says softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

As if on cue, your head starts to spin. You nod, mentally promising to never drink again. You can’t imagine what you look like right now – a mess wouldn’t begin to describe it.

Jaehyun helps you pull your dress off over your head. He averts his gaze from your chest as he helps you into your pyjamas.

When you’re dressed, you crawl under the duvet cover.

“Will you stay till I fall asleep?” You hide your burning cheeks with the duvet.

“Of course,” he whispers.

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The morning sun presses on your eyelids, forcing you awake.

You clutch your head as you sit up, feeling liquid rolling forward in your stomach.

Your eyes go to the bean bag at the end of your bed. Jaehyun is slouched, fast asleep, long limbs spilling onto the floor. His purple hair sticks up in crazy tufts, but he still manages to look angelic.

Warmth floods your veins. He stayed!

Suddenly, you hear a phone ring. The sound smashes into your skull at a million decibels.

You scramble to stop the hideous noise, and see a black phone on your bedside. Without thinking, you accept the call.

“Hello? Y/n speaking,” you mumble.

A woman’s voice crackles over. “Who are you and why do you have my boyfriend’s phone?”

You gasp. His girlfriend. You totally forgot.

You hang up without responding. You look over to Jaehyun, who’s wide awake. His face is deathly pale.

Shit.

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