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The Apartment Across The Street - Sukuna x Reader

In the short time he watches her, he learns 3 new things: 1. She has a mirror on the left side of the window. 2. She is completely unaware of how easily someone could see her in all her half-naked glory. 3. Sukuna could overpower her if it came down to it.

Or maybe it’s 4 things. From the beating of his heart and the warm rushing feeling heading towards his dick, he learns the drug he thought he needed might not be a drug at all.

Words: 6.7k

Tags - 18+ MDNI, No Use of Y/N, No Curses, Set in late 90s/early 00s, Smut, Angst, High Sex, Missionary, Degredation, Marijuana, Slight x Toji (I can't help myself)

WARNINGS - Dead Dove, Dark, Non-Con/Dub-con, Breaking and Entering, Sukuna and Toji are criminals, Sukuna's a hitman, Choking, Violence

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author's note: Heyyyy! Okay I went a little too hard like I always do so this is a bit long and (imo) it get's a little intense so be warned. I hope you enjoy hopefully I have some motivation to keep writing. art cred: @innaillus

That apartment used to be empty.

Sukuna hadn’t been home in a week. He doesn’t mind. He’s learned to not have too many hopes or expectations in this line of work. Besides, he prefers being his own boss. He accepts contracts when he needs money then he’s off until it runs out. Doesn’t matter if they take days or even weeks.

Shorter jobs like this one weren’t his treat. They don’t pay as much as he likes, but it works out. These apartments were a bit shitty, they didn’t cost too much. And, he was right in the middle of the city. Easy to meet clients. The clubs went on all night long. Which is exactly how late he was out when he was home. Actually, he was planning to go out tonight. Meet up with Toji and see if he can’t get a woman in his bed by 2 am.

He wondered how long it would take to see his newest neighbor. The way the apartments in the complex are built, you could easily see into your neighbor’s bedroom. 'State guidelines say blinds aren’t required. You buy them,' was the response he received when he brought the problem up to the landlord. A lot of people invested in curtains, maybe they hadn’t bought any yet. He saw a bed, but it seems to be the only thing they’ve managed to set up. There were a couple boxes with flaps wide open sitting beside it.

After a few more moments of rumination, he closed his curtain and laid down on his bed waiting for a text to come over. In truth, he couldn't wait to see who was unlucky enough to be his new window neighbor. The last one didn’t go too well. They also didn’t invest in curtains and he isn’t entirely sure if he’s the reason they moved out, but he’s sure they didn’t appreciate catching his stare multiple times a day. And that one time at midnight.

All it took was the next morning.

Sukuna’s eyes crept open and he stared towards the ceiling. The girl he brought home last night was dead asleep and naked on his chest. He yawned and wiped his face tiredly. He nudged the girl off of him a bit, then sat up on the side of his bed. Ugh, he felt like shit. Toji always went entirely too hard when they went out, but Sukuna doesn’t mind. He has nowhere to be. Nothing to do.

He got up and stretched then walked to the bathroom. As he completed his morning routine, he pondered about what today would behold for him. This is another reason he hated short jobs. Sukuna loves free time, but only if there’s something to do with it. There never really is.

He could kill that girl in his bedroom. In fact, he could have killed any girl he brought home since he moved in half a year ago. But the last time he made his job his hobby, it didn’t go so well for him. It was too close of a call, and getting arrested for murder just isn’t worth it. He could spend a couple months in the pen, not years at a time.

He spat out his toothpaste. Life was so fucking mundane. He had no life goals, barely any friends, his little brother hates him, and he works alone. All things he doesn’t actually care about, but shit, when is he going to get some excitement? Nothing gets him going anymore.

He needs something that will make him feel. A drug of some sort? But that doesn’t seem right to him. Even now as he walks back in the room staring at the woman in his bed, he feels nothing. If she woke back up and decided she wanted to have sex with him, he would say yes, but only because it’s something to do. He’s not feeling any particular way about her.

The moment he sat back down on the bed, she started shifting around. A few seconds later, she lifts her head and yawns. “Good morning.” She giggles, she leans over and kisses his cheek. Sukuna grunts.

The girl looks around the dark room. “It is morning, right?” She doesn’t let him answer before she stands up and opens the curtains. “Oh wow,” she exclaims. “I can see directly into your neighbor’s room.” She says. He still doesn’t get up, just hums at her.

“She’s cute though.”

Sukuna perks up upon hearing that. “Oh yeah? I haven’t seen her yet. She’s new.”

This was the first time since they’ve met that she said something interesting, but unfortunately for him, she drops the subject immediately and walks back into bed, leaving the curtains open. Sukuna holds back his sigh. Does he really want to spend the rest of his morning with this girl? It was half past 8. Way too early.

“I'm going to start getting ready for work,” he says without skipping a beat. She stops in her tracks and blinks at him, clearly not expecting that. It’s silent for a few moments. Sukuna’s not sure what she’s waiting on, but if it’s for him to say he’s kidding or let her stay, she’s sorely mistaken.

“Oh, I thought you were contracted,” she says nervously.

‘I only work when I feel like it, gorgeous.’ Sukuna inwardly curses himself for his suave nature. “Yeah. I got a contract. In an hour.”

His curtness and annoyed expression did good to make her feel completely and totally unwanted. The girl awkwardly smiled at him. “Oh, ha ha. Yeah…okay.” Sukuna got up and walked out of the room. Give her a little space to feel like shit while she gets ready to leave. He makes himself a cup of coffee, his face still that same blank expression even after he hears her rushing out the door from behind him. When she’s gone he takes himself back into his room.

He walks up to his window to close the curtains once more until someone catches his eye. He freezes and his eyebrows shoot upwards. That girl was right. She was cute. And he had the perfect view of her. She seemed to be posing or checking herself out. Sukuna wasn’t sure which one it was, but he hoped she didn’t stop. That bikini she had on was doing wonders for her, and him.

Something was off. Looking at her made him…tense. His hands were gripping the curtains, he was biting the inside of his cheek, his leg was shaking; Was it anxiety? No, she’s not making him nervous. What he’s feeling is euphoric. He likes it. He wants to grip her bare waist and squeeze her until she bruises.

In the short time he watches her, he learns 3 new things: 1. She has a mirror on the left side of her window. 2. She is completely unaware of how easily someone could see her in all her half-naked glory. 3. Sukuna could overpower her if it came down to it. Or maybe it’s 4 things. From the beating of his heart and the warm rushing feeling heading towards his dick, he learns the drug he thought he needed might not be a drug at all.

It doesn’t take long after that to finally meet her.

Before taking his most recent job, Sukuna had nearly consumed everything in his fridge. What was left was now finished and he spent a lot of his morning sulking at a half empty milk carton, his breakfast for the day. He hated eating out, it messed with his figure.

The local grocery wasn't too bad of a walk from his place, although he hated carrying everything back. He always bought a few necessities and a few ingredients to quickly whip something up for his dinner. Today, he’d have to bulk up if he doesn’t want to keep coming back.

As much as he hated the public, shopping never seemed to be a problem for him. He was tall and intimidating, he never smiled, he was always tense; people tended to avoid him like the plague. He appreciated it. But, as he enters the frozen meal aisle with his cart half full he wishes that just for a moment, he looked approachable. Then, this would be much easier.

There she was, in sweatpants and a cropped tube top, looking at the frozen pizzas. She looked like she had been home all day. She was much cuter now that he could see her better. A lot cuter. She’s pretty as hell.

Thank goodness, too. He already knew what her body looked like, what with her constantly taking pictures of herself in front of the window. She liked to play dress up, she would try on entirely different outfits before she was satisfied. Pretty soon, the colors of her bras and panties would be ingrained into his memory.

He stood there looking her up and down for a few more seconds before he started browsing once more. Although he really was looking for food he wanted, he used this opportunity to slowly get closer to her. He pretended to be interested in some frozen broccoli and he snuck a look at her. To his surprise, and enjoyment, she had done the same. When they made eye contact, she jerked and looked away. A couple moments after that, she grabbed her food and walked away into another aisle.

Sukuna chuckled to himself. She wouldn’t get away that easily. He dropped the broccoli in his cart and followed after her. He hadn’t seen which aisle she’d gone into, so he kept walking down and looking into each one until he found her trying to get some chips from a high shelf. He smiled upon seeing her struggle. Maybe this would be easier than he thought.

He managed to walk right up behind her and reach for the chips she was trying to get before she got startled. She gasped a bit and looked up at him. He looked down at her. Fuck, she was pretty. His heart started to pound, he could practically salivate at the idea of taking her home.

He hands her the chips before she can say anything, then walks away. Before he’s out of her sight he hears her say, “Thank you so much.”

Her cadence, the velvety softness of her voice; it made him want to drop to his knees. How sweet would she sound if he bit into her neck? How soft is her yelp when she stubs her toe? How shrill is her scream when she’s in pain?

Her appreciation made him stop in his tracks. He turned over his shoulder to look at her. She seemed nervous and her eyes were uncertain. Sukuna began to feel restless. So many ideas of what he could do to her if he got her alone were rushing through his mind and she was none the wiser. This aisle has been empty and no one has come by. He could take her right now.

Instead, he looks her up and down. “Yeah, sure.” And then he walks away with his shopping. He leaves wondering when next they’ll meet, she does the same as she watches his back.

“Still haven’t called the maintenance guy, huh? Lazy jackass.”

Sukuna turns his head to the side and glares at his unwanted guest. Toji may have been his best friend, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t want to break his fat neck and bury him in the park. Besides, that title meant jack shit. They met in jail and Toji helped him get on his feet when Sukuna’s sentence was up. Toji never really left him alone and Sukuna stayed because his family was rich. If anything, they were close acquaintances who had sex sometimes.

Speaking of Toji’s money, the asshole grew up in an affluent family which means his standards were a bit too high for the humble abode that Sukuna prefers. It was probably the most annoying part about him. He was complaining about the door to the bathroom. It didn’t close correctly so you had to force it shut. Something that just isn’t enough of a problem to be bothered to try and fix.

“Stop coming over if it annoys you so much,” Sukuna responds, taking another drag from their second blunt for the morning. He was finally starting to feel something from it and he didn’t want to hear Toji whining about bullshit.

“Nah, I think I’ll keep coming. Especially with your fine ass neighbor.” Toji walked away again, not seeing Sukuna’s head jerk towards him. What was he talking about? Sukuna didn’t tell him about her. Did he see her?

“Why the fuck are you in my room?” He gets up to follow behind him. Sukuna looks down the hallway and sees both his room and the bathroom doors wide open. The bathroom was empty. “Get out.”

He starts walking towards his room door but jumps back when Toji rushes out of it. “Come look at this,” he says, grabbing his arm.

Toji had this crazed grin on his face and he was tugging him along impatiently. “What the hell are you-” Sukuna’s words die in his throat as he gazes upon what had Toji so excited. It was his beautiful neighbor changing in front of her mirror again except, there was a big problem. She had never been completely naked before.

Holy shit, her body could stop a truck. Sukuna let his jaw drop. His eyes raked her from her breasts to her legs. She would turn around occasionally, walk back and forth in front of the window, oh he loved the way her tits bounced. He wanted her on top of him, his dick sliding in and out of her while he latched onto her nipple.

“She’s sexy as fuck, huh?” Sukuna’s unceremoniously snapped out of his trance by Toji’s comment. He turns his head towards him looking at his smile and twinkling eyes. “She do this all the time? Does she even know?” Toji gasps and looks him in the eye. “Does she do it on purpose?”

I’m that moment, a switch had flipped inside of Sukuna. Toji was watching her before he brought him in here. He saw her naked first. He shouldn’t have seen her at all. The warm swarm of butterflies in his abdomen had fluttered away, a feeling of rage building in his heart instead. She was Sukuna’s to look at, not Toji’s.

To answer his question, Sukuna shrugs. Then, they both turn towards her again only to make eye contact with her. They see her gasp, cover herself and shriek before running from the window. “Fuck,” they say in unison before shutting the curtain.

“I blame you for that,” Toji says despite both of them being at fault. He puts his hands in his pockets and walks out of the room. “Where’s the blunt?”

Toji may have forgotten about that little encounter, but Sukuna doesn’t think he can forget anytime soon. He hates that Toji got to see her like that. They still haven’t spoken more than once to each other, and now she knows he’s a pervert that stares at her through their windows. Sukuna scowls at the ground then slams his hand into the wall. She’ll leave soon just like the last one did, but this time, he doesn’t want to accept that as a possibility.

He gives himself time to calm down before joining Toji again. He can’t bring work home again.

It was over.

He saw her once after that incident. Waiting for Toji to pick him up for the night, he stood outside the local gas station smoking a cigarette. She’d been on his mind since. She invested in curtains, unfortunately. She was really uncomfortable. He’s not even sure if she’s left the apartment.

Thinking about what happened made him furious. If Toji hadn’t gone into his room he would have never seen her. Oh he just can’t shut the hell up about the shape of her ass and how he would let her suffocate him with her gorgeous thighs. Sukuna sighed, her thighs were gorgeous weren’t they?

She was a missed opportunity. There are so many ways he could have started something with her. It’s not like she didn’t like him, had they met again before that, he’s sure he could have gotten her number. Usually, missing out on a woman wasn’t that bothersome, but she was different for him. He looked forward to beating his dick under the windowsill while she tried on clothes. His imagination wasn’t bad, but by the time he came in his hands, his dick was red and sore and his arm was tired.

His memory is not enough. He wants her.

He looks at the time on his watch. A quarter ‘til midnight. He rolls his eyes. Toji’s always late. A quick snack is in order.

Sukuna mindlessly stares at the powdered donuts wondering if he really feels like fucking up his clothes and having dirty fingers. He hates club bathrooms, the one here is just as bad, and he doesn’t want to lick his fingers. Maybe he won’t. But right before he decides to leave, the door opens. He turns his head upon hearing the small ring of a bell, but doesn’t pay attention to the culprit until they’re in the same aisle. “Oh shit,” he said before he could stop himself.

He tries to look away before she notices, but it’s too late. He looks back at her and grimaces. The girl is shaken to her core. Poor thing is afraid. And while Sukuna feels a bit bad about making such a cutie so frightened, it kind of…warms his heart. She takes in a deep breath and twists back around. She doesn’t even buy anything. She just leaves.

He almost chases her. He stands in the aisle still reveling in her presence. He breathes deeply thinking about how nice it felt to have such power over someone. Hm.

Sukuna leaves the store only a few moments after her. Toji’s BMW was running next to a pump as he got out of the car. “Oh shit, there you are.” He grins. “Guess who I just saw.”

“I know. She was running from me.” Sukuna says, getting into the passenger seat.

Toji cackles while driving away. “Damn, so she’s scared of us, huh?” Sukuna shrugs. “She looked like it. Girl was huffing it. Actually…she ran down the street towards where we’re going.”

Sukuna raises a brow at him. Toji doesn’t say anything and just keeps smiling. “So?”

He turns on his beamers and slows down as he drives between the apartment buildings. Sukuna’s eyes widen as he realizes just what Toji’s trying to do. And soon his lips follow. Just up ahead was a figure with a hoodie walking very quickly. They turn around and immediately shield their eyes from the bright lights. It was her.

She seemed confused at first, and the bright light contrasted with the darkness of the night blinded her from seeing who was in the car. However, she didn’t stop walking or slow down. She decided to mind her business instead. It could be anyone. Anyone. Even though it was the same car waiting at the gas station.

Despite her telling herself that she’s okay, she couldn’t help but notice how they were matching her speed. And that once they had gotten right behind her, the window was rolled down. And that she still had a block left to go.

“Ay,” Sukuna shouted from behind her, effectively terrifying her. She turned to see his smile and upon further investigation, she saw Toji’s from the driver’s seat. Oh no. “You can’t say hi? You scared of me?” He taunts.

She ran.

And that was the worst thing she could have done.

There have been a few recent instances that made her question her move to this city. She was hoping to start a new life, away from her family, away from her ex, make some new friends; she didn’t think she would be planning to move out after a couple months.

That man…she didn’t know what the hell his problem was. Why did he and his friend follow her out of the gas station? Was he crazy? Did she do something to him? Since they followed her, she’s been racking her mind trying to figure out what the hell she did to deserve this. Before that, she had only ever spoken to him once at the grocery store. He was extremely intimidating, but she was intrigued by him. She didn’t mean to stare, but he was very attractive. Clearly he had seen it as some sort of invitation. Maybe he followed her into that aisle and it wasn’t just an act of kindness.

Coming home after work had become so much more nerve wracking. In fact, coming out of her unit brings her horrible anxiety. She’s constantly looking over her shoulder. Tries to pretend the building across doesn’t even exist. She doesn’t understand what took her so long to get curtains; it just wasn’t a priority for her. Either way, she didn’t deserve to be punished for her forgetfulness.

She’s in a weird position where the longer she goes without seeing him, the more worried she becomes even though she never wants to see him or his friend again. Currently, she was in the elevator heading up to her apartment. She was catching her breath and trying to relax now that she was safe. She does this everyday now.

She couldn’t wait to be home. The entire day she’s been feeling like complete crap. Her heart refused to leave her stomach. She dropped so many cups behind the bar that she spent more time sweeping and wiping up drinks than making them. And she was on the verge of tears the entire time. It was nice to be home, but she wondered how bad it would be tomorrow.

In fact, it was so bad today that although she was physically relaxed, her brain just wouldn’t be quiet. It kept telling her to stay alert, that there was still something waiting for her. She tried her best to ignore it and enjoy her night. She was going to kick off her shoes, rip off all her clothes, warm up her leftovers and hit her bong. She was off tomorrow and she is not planning on leaving her room at all.

She messed with her keys when she approached her door. All the apartments had two locks, a deadlock and a lock on the handle, but she was looking for another that she could attach herself. The home goods store near her didn’t have any promising ones, so she had to wait on a shipment.

She reached for the handle to unlock it. Her hand twisted the lever and she retracted it immediately. Her heart starts racing once more, but then she realizes the door was still closed. When she can’t get the door open, she sighs in relief. The deadlock was still intact and locked. The apartments are just shitty.

As relieved as she was in that moment, this just meant she had another problem to deal with. She couldn’t go with one of her locks not working, especially not the handle. In fact, maybe she’ll deal with it tonight. She does have tools and she can be pretty handy when she needs to be.

Like she wanted to, she kicks off her shoes and rips off her jacket. She almost takes off her clothes before she notices a certain smell in the air. Her apartment smelled of weed, but it smelled like someone was actively smoking right at that moment. Maybe it was her next door neighbor.

She walks through her silent home. Maybe she should get a cat. There are quite a few friendly strays around. She could afford-

What was that noise?

A bump. In her bedroom.

What could it have been? Had her worst fears come true?

No. It’s not possible…so why had that sinking feeling returned in full force? There was nothing in her room. There was no one in her room…

Toji had broken the lock for him. 'Just record it for me,' was his end of the bargain.

The place was just as cute as he thought it was. She still had a lot of things unpacked, and she hadn’t gotten a couch for the living room. Hm. He wonders if she really is planning on leaving. That would not be good.

He would want her to stay, but if she can get away from him, at least he’ll get a taste of her.

She leaves her weed out. Hm…he would enjoy this better if he were high. And he’ll make her smoke too.

When he heard her coming closer to her room, he put the bong down and stood up. Her room was small and it was pitch black, the only light coming from the embers in the bowl. He hit her closet door and she heard it. Fuck. He hopes she doesn’t get a weapon out.

And she didn’t. This girl is…something else.

He hides right behind the door in between the wall and the hinges. Then, he waited quietly and patiently until she slowly opened the door and turned on the light. And before she could try to look around, he slammed the door shut behind her.

It all happened in a second.

She heard the door slam and time froze. She told herself then and there, that she was going to die tonight. She knew who her killer would be before she turned around. Did she even want to?

She didn’t have a choice, her body reacted before she could think. All she saw was a small scowl, he had brown eyes, but they looked tainted with blood. His hands, his large hands, shot towards her head and before she could scream he trapped her mouth shut. His other hand gripped the back of her head.

She fought him as violently as she could. She scratched his face, pulled his hair, tried to poke him in the eyes; but he was quick to show her that he was much stronger than her. He pulls his hand off of her mouth and smacks her across the face. She can only scream for a second before his hand is back on her mouth and he pushes her into the bed.

Sukuna takes his hand off of the back of her head and squeezes her neck. He still holds her mouth shut. She gets weaker and weaker as the oxygen leaves her brain. He leans down towards her face to speak to her. “You want to live?”

Tears had long been streaming down her face, but this is the point where she finally breaks down wailing. She lets her arms fall and Sukuna loosens his grip on her neck. But only slightly. She takes a deep breath and cries into his hand. “Answer me,” he says. “Come on, pretty girl.”

She cries a bit more before nodding her head in defeat. “I know. You’re gonna do what I say?”

She nods again. “You’re not gonna scream when I take my hand off?” She sniffles and sobs again. “Because you want to fucking live, right? Right?” He tightens his grip on her neck again. She kicks her feet and nods as best as she can. “Go turn off your light and turn on your lamp. You’re gonna smoke with me.”

He gets off her and watches her to make sure she does what he asks. It takes her a minute, she lays there quietly sobbing and wiping her tears while Sukuna takes another hit of her bong, but eventually she gets up to turn on her lamp, then flip her light switch. “Lock the door too. I like the feeling of extra privacy when I’m taking a woman to bed.”

He disgusts her.

He forces her to take several long hits that had her in horrible coughing fits. And of course, it wasn’t long before she was completely inebriated. She couldn’t really move too much, or think too much. But even though she was out of commission, she could hear every word Sukuna said to her.

He talked her ear off about how he’d been looking at her for a week before they met at the grocery store. All the way up until she realized just how exposed she was from catching him and his friend staring. It was her fault, is what he said. He said she was stupid to not think anyone could see her. She should have gotten blinds or curtains when she moved in. A fucking dumbass bitch.

That’s how she felt.

He taunted her as he watched her take her clothes off. His dick was already in his hand, he had been hard for a while. Imagining his dick finally pounding into her as he squeezes the life out of her.

‘I think you wanted someone to watch you,’ he said to her. She hung onto every word he said, answered every question he had. ‘You’re an attention seeking slut, aren’t you? Nod your head.’ And she did. ‘What’s your name?’ And she told him. ‘Take that shit off faster and come hit this again.’

She was completely out of it, but instead of floating, she sank. She sunk deeper into the bedsheets, Sukuna weighing her down with every word. Every stroke of his hand on her thigh, every lick on her neck and collarbone, every bite on her chest. When he reached down between her legs and stroked her clit, she moaned, then cried in shame.

“Shhhh,” he whispered in her ear from behind her. “You’re gonna love me. And if you’re good I won’t hurt you.” He kisses her ear, then nibbles on it. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down the side of her neck. She cries and shakes, twisting her head away from him as best as she could. Sukuna’s hands explore her body eagerly. He can’t decide whether he wants to grip her hips or play with her nipples. She was so soft, just as he imagined.

He flips her onto her back. “Look at me, baby.” She opens her eyes only slightly, her tears blurring her vision completely before falling. He takes his hand to cup her cheek and wipe them with his thumb. As she gazed upon his naked body on top of hers, she accepts her fate: this man was going to rape then kill her.

He looked deranged. His brows were knit together with a lopsided grin. Her body is racked with sobs once more. “It’s okay,” he tells her. “Shhhh.” He slowly brings his thumb wet with salty tears to her mouth. She tries to pull her head away, but he quickly attaches his hands back to her mouth and head then he leans down towards her. “I thought you said you wanted to live.”

She’s actually not sure at this point. Does she want to live with this trauma? Does she want to continue being this man’s neighbor for him to torture however he sees fit? Does she want to have to look at his building every single day living in fear that he’ll do it again? Living in fear of his friend getting any bright ideas?

“Just relax.” He lets go of her head and goes for her neck. She moans as he bites and sucks on it, making sure to leave a mark reminding her of what he did. It won’t be the only one.

Sukuna slowly takes his hands and lifts both of her legs in the air. He licks his fingers while looking at her, then bites his lip as he plays with her clit once more. She breathes harder and harder with every rub. They don’t break eye contact, it does something to him. He’s reveling in her fear. Her eyes were shot, her mascara and eyeliner running down her face. It made her look even more beautiful. She was making him feral.

Sukuna’s dick was an angry scarlet and dripped precum all over her leg where it rested. He was big and it scared her even more. As his eyes explored her body, he got hungrier and hungrier. He slides a finger inside of her and starts pumping. Her pussy was slick with her arousal.

“Fuck,” he whispered putting in another finger. He pumped his fingers hard enough to make her wetness splash. She threw her head back and arched her chest into the air. She sounded just as sweet as he thought she would. She was turning out to be everything he wanted and more. He wasn’t waiting any longer.

He yanked his fingers out of her and searched her bedside table for his camcorder. She whined when he removed himself from her and watched him. Sukuna pressed record.

“Say hi to Toji,” he told her, sticking the lens in her face. She closes her eyes and tries to avoid the camera. He grips her chin with his fingers and forces her head forward. “Ain’t she pretty?” Sukuna pulls away from her face to record her body. He takes her tit in his hand to play with. He jiggles and pulls on her nipple before smacking it. When she squealed he did it again.

“He’s gonna love watching me fuck the shit out of you.” Sukuna sat and balanced the recorder on her nightstand perfectly angled to show their torsos and hips. He gets back on the bed to grab her waist and pull her towards his. He groaned when he felt his dick rub against her pussy. “You know who I’m talking about, right? My friend? You know he saw you before I did.”

He pauses to spit into his hand and starts jerking his throbbing shaft. “I wanted to kill that fucker.” Sukuna leans over once more and kisses her several times before capturing her lips in one long and forceful kiss. He rubs his dick against her entrance as he does this, with a desperate moan from both of them to accompany it. Sukuna rests his forehead against hers. “Tell me you’re mine.” His eyes are fiery, and she doesn’t wish to find out what will happen if she fails to do what he asks.

His tip begins to poke through her entrance. She whimpers and he brings his head down and bites her lip. “Come on…”

“I’m yours-” He finally starts tucking his dick into her. The feeling of being inside her was heaven on Earth. He wasn’t ashamed of how loudly he moaned. She was louder anyway. They always are. Even when they don’t want it.

“My name is Sukuna.” She takes all of him like a fucking champ. And looks good as fuck while doing it. And her voice…

“I’m yours, Sukuna.”

A tear ran down her cheek. The dragging of his dick against her walls was nothing like she’s ever felt before. It felt so good, but she was the unhappiest she’d ever been. She’s terrified and unsure if she’ll live to see tomorrow. He says he won’t kill her if she’s good, but what does good even mean to him?

She knows there’s nothing she really could have done to avoid what was currently happening to her. This man- no, Sukuna, saw her when she was first moved in and decided then and there that he wanted to rape her. No matter what he claims about her being rude and ignoring him when he helped her. And yet, she blames herself.

If she had just gotten curtains or blinds early enough, then maybe she could have avoided him. Or maybe she wouldn’t have existed to him at all. At least he wouldn’t have known what floor she was on or her room. Maybe he wouldn’t have known what building she was in.

She was so fucking stupid.

He repeated that all night.

‘Stupid fucking bitch,’ he would mutter under his breath. ‘Changing in front of a window, thinking no one’s gonna see you? Posing in mirrors and shit?’ He fucked her at a smooth and steady rythym, she was soaking wet and splashing all over his stubble. The sheets were damp underneath. ‘Oh yeah. You like it when I talk to you like that?’ She couldn’t stop herself from crying in humiliation.

He asked her to cry louder for ‘Toji’, which she did, and he proceeded to smack her across the face for being too loud.

He felt amazing, he pushed her legs into her chest and hammered into her. She cried into his mouth as she came all over him. Her pussy squeezing his member drive him insane and before he knew it he was cumming inside her. ‘Fuck…’ He pulled out and jerked the rest of his cum onto her pussy and thighs. He quickly grabbed the camera to show Toji, with the flash on.

‘Look at that shit,’ Sukuna made sure to examine her at every angle. He pushed his finger into her and chuckled when she moaned. His index was covered with his cum and he brought it and the camera up to her body and face.

She was completely tired out. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she could barely even lift her eyelids. Sukuna kissed at her like a dog, then maneuvered the camera to her face. Her face was soaked with tears and spit. Her makeup had smudged everywhere and ran down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess, and she ached everywhere.

Her mouth hung open and Sukuna proceeded to jam his finger into it. He used it to pull her head back over to him and made out with her. Then, his dick started poking her ass.

She had no idea what time last night they were finally done, talk less of when she actually fell asleep. He smoked a blunt after the whole thing, sat her up so he could make her smoke too. He found her liquor cabinet. The night got worse.

She puked her guts out then fell asleep on the floor, but now she was in her bed trapped underneath him. They were both naked. She was sore as the day was long. He snores next to her. Holy fucking hell. She’s alive. Why is she alive?

She starts breathing heavily and looking around her room. She doesn’t know what to do. She didn’t think she would still be here.

In a flash, he’s up. His hand is over her mouth, and his eyes are staring into hers. He has a poker face. She shakes in his clutches and her eyes fill with tears already. “Relax. Listen to me. I know what you’re planning.”

What? What is he- “I dare you to fucking try and move away from me. I will follow you and ruin your life.”

“You said you were mine last night? Then you’re mine. You’ll do what I say, and I’ll do as I please with you. Do you understand?”

All she could do was nod. What could she say? She was planning on moving despite not having the money for it. She would have to save up. And now that he’s shown her what he’s capable of, why would she take the risk?

Why is this happening to her? What did she do to deserve this? Want a better life for herself?

Sukuna was pleased with how the morning was going.

She was sitting on a stool in her dining room watching him make them breakfast with an ice pack on her face and a blanket over her body. She didn’t know what to think.

Suddenly, he perks up and turns towards her. “You got a phone, pretty?”

She could throw up again. She swallows and points towards the hall . “My room,” her voice was hoarse and weak. “On the other side of the bed.”

He pauses and blinks at her. She gets scared again wondering what she did wrong this time. He turns the heat off. “You’re coming with me.”

Toji answers in a flash. “So, how was it?”

“You’re gonna like what you see.” He turns towards where she’s sitting on the bed. “Isn’t that right?” She’s not amused.

“Are you…are you with the bitch right now?” Toji asks.

“Yeah,” Sukuna makes his voice dreamy. “We’re going steady.”

ending a/n: Please lmk what you think ! Thank you for reading !

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Here’s To Us - Wade Wilson x Fem! Reader [NSFW]

tags: MDNI, comic version Wade Wilson, voyeurism, shared shower, grinding, dominant Wade Wilson, sub reader, Venus Butterfly, squirting, slow sex, double orgasm, creampie (first of marathon sex series)

word count: 6.3 k

synopsis: Wade's street neighbor needs to use Wade's hot water.

a/n: i refuse to apologize for this.

Wade gave you special access to his apartment once in a blue moon. Mostly for a short list of reasons. One, your water was out and you needed a shower. Two, Wade had left the window open and wanted you to take care of the stray named Bea. Or three, when he was definitely home, trying to relax in his downtime, and wanted some serious company.

And you were surprised you were that type of company. Not that Wilson was intimidating, but you feared that if you looked too much, you’d make him uncomfortable.

But he was a rugged, scarred man from head to toe. And it was hard to take it all in without staring. You didn’t know what it was, but you weren’t trying to be rude, you just wanted to silently trace every divot of his skin with intrigue.

It was as if you were looking closely at a renaissance painting and noticing the cracks in the paint, the hardened bits on the canvas.

Thankfully, this was not that third option today. It was a shower. Your landlord had once again shut off the water in your apartment and was now the hardest to get ahold of. After a long night of fighting, you were grimy and in need of a shower.

Rifling through your bag, you found the spare bronze key detailed with a Hello Kitty key cover and a Golden Girls keychain that read ‘Stay Golden, girl!’

You bit back a low smile, that keychain always giving you a bite of happiness every time you came across it. You wondered if it ever did the same with Wade. You clenched the key in your hand and turned around in the stairwell, leaving your complex to stop at the edge of the sidewalk.

With a double take down the street, you bolted across it and directly into the complex on the opposite side. You wished that you lived right next door to Wilson sometimes; though that’d mean you’d both be shit out of luck with the water.

Taking the stairs two at a time, you rushed to the third floor and stopped in the front of Wilson’s perfectly decorated door. He’d mentioned that he used to practice throwing knives at it, and he recently got into whittling.

You shook your head at the etchings in the door, no doubt that was coming out of his security deposit, and used the key to unlock it. Pushing inside, you shut the door firmly behind you then dropped your bag to the counter.

You grabbed your phone, barely taking in Wilson’s cleaned up studio. There weren’t any pizza boxes on the counter, or any extra beers on top of the fridge. This mission must’ve been a long stay away.

With a shrug, you made your way to Wade’s bathroom and searched for his Bluetooth speaker. The second pairing on your list with how often you were over here now, with how often Wade preferred your taste in music.

Shuffling your playlist, you kicked off your shoes outside of the bathroom then peeled off your shirt and kickboxing shorts in a swift motion. You turned and saw yourself in Wade’s busted mirror, noting the already yellowing skin patch over the back of your shoulder.

You reached for it, feeling at the edges of it with a grimace before leaving it and stripping off your sports bra next.

You turned towards the shower, the curtain already peeled back with the porcelain scrubbed spotless. So he was going to be gone for a real long time.

Damn.

You turned on the old-fashioned knobs for the water, before turning on the middle knob to start the shower head. Peeling off your panties, you stepped into the spray while the music blasted into the room.

You stood under the spray, allowing the water to batter your face and rush down your head to your shoulders; you took the time to stretch your neck and shoulders, then bent to touch your toes.

The hot water felt amazing for your muscles, melting the tension from them. The music helped, each song that came on a natural bop. You slowly swayed your hips to the music before really getting into it, moving slowly to roll your body with the song and mouthing off the lyrics.

It was like being at home after a minute, then five and finally ten before you realized that you hadn’t cleaned up at all. With a snicker to yourself, you searched around Wilson’s shower for a soap bar, then lathered it quickly between your hands. You moved around so quickly, you stopped at a heart-wrenching speed when you noticed someone in the doorway.

“Shit,” you said, reaching for the shower curtain and avoiding Wade’s eyes.

“Sorry,” Wade offered, quickly averting his gaze. “So sorry, that was not an invite. But what’re you doing here, kitten?”

You gulped at his pet name for you; you shrugged further behind the shower curtain, fumbling to crumple it into your soapy hands.

“My water’s out again.”

“Oh,” he stated, looking behind him and leaning back, possibly getting a good sight of his window facing your complex. “You want me to talk to your landlord?”

“No,” you shook your head. “No, it’s okay, really. I’m sorry. I should’ve asked, Wade.”

“You’re fine,” he drew out, pulling himself upright before quickly meeting your eyes. “It’s fine. Just...don’t waste all my hot water.”

You blinked slowly in recognition to his request, then nodded. “In and out, three minutes.”

Wade smirked, leaning further into the doorway. “Now I know you’ve been in here for more than ten.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but your face gave way to your efforts. “How would you know that?”

Wade casually cleared his throat, straightening up and dropping his hands to his grey sweat pockets. “Just...speed it up. This jet lag kicked my ass.”

You opened your mouth to say something else, but Wade reached for the door to shut it.

“I’m done,” you lied, still half-lathered in suds.

“Really?” Wade deadpanned, his browline quirking with a quick once over.

You gulped lowly at the thought of his gaze raking over you, taking in your body shape. You pulled the curtain closer to you, tucking your thigh behind it with a clear of your throat.

“I’m done,” you offered again, reaching for your soiled shirt now resting on the toilet lid. “I’ll get out of your way.”

Wade scoffed and reached for your soiled clothes. “As if you’re getting out of my hair that easily. Rinse off or I’m coming in after you.”

You were taken aback by his teasing, watching as he scooped up all your clothes and walked out of the room with them. He returned shortly after with a dingy red long-sleeve and a pair of boxer shorts.

“They’re clean, I swear,” he promised, bringing the blue-white striped shorts to his scarred nose for a sniff test. “Washed ‘em a month ago.”

You rolled your eyes at him then sheepishly offered your thanks. Wade tilted his head at you then glanced to the shower head.

“I wasn’t kidding, get to rinsing.”

A shock bolted through your body and you pulled the curtain closed to rinse your body off.

“You got thirty seconds,” he warned from the doorway, making your heart race as you thought of everywhere you lathered up. It was more than enough time and if you ended up soapy, that was your own fault.

“Twenty seconds.”

This man’s concept of time moved way faster than yours. Fuck it, it was time for whore’s bath technique. You spun around in slow circles, using your hands to swipe down the rolls of water from your shoulders. It was going to be good enough.

“Eight seconds,” Wade gave as a final warning, his hand already gripping at the edge of the curtain to peel it back.

You were done, all that mattered was getting out. You were going to get out as soon as Wade backed away from the curtain. Your hand reached for the thin veil of plastic and peeled it away to come face to face with Wilson, or moreso Wade Wilson’s pectorals.

They were definitely pillowy, if you ever wondered. But you obviously weren’t as you looked down to get your footing ready, only for your eye to catch onto Wade’s flaccid cock.

You shied away from looking, now bemused by the sight you’d taken in. You shifted to the opposite end of the tub, letting Wilson step into the spray while the remaining water bounced from his skin and onto you.

Wade pushed the curtain away, allowing you easy access out. You dangled a foot out of the tub, ready to dry off, but took a long glance at Wade’s scarred back, parts of his skin torn away to reveal hardened muscle. You hid back a seethe, wondering how painful that must’ve felt everyday with what he did for a living. Whatever that was.

“You wanna get my back?” he asked innocently, acknowledging your stare.

“Sorry,” you muttered under your breath then reached for the soap bar on its designated ledge. “Yeah, I can.”

You lathered the soap in your hands then carefully rested your palms to Wade’s back. Every muscle under your touch seemed to relax, allowing his shoulders to slump forward.

You ran your hands up, crossing over the backs of his shoulders, then down to follow parallel to his spine. You avoided the muscle patches as best you could, meeting your hands at the small of his back and then up again.

Wade groaned at that, bowing his head in the spray with a low ‘thanks’ at your effort.

You nodded, holding your hands into the spray of the water to rinse them. You said nothing, just stood back to watch the suds roll down his etched body. The rivulets caught into the deep scars of his skin, making intricate swirls on his body before falling.

It felt like watching a stained glass window being battered with rain, captivating and time-wasting. Wade glanced over his shoulder at you after a long moment and dared another smirk.

“Like what you see, kitten?”

You tried to speak, but stammered, diverting your eyes from Wade’s tight, scarred back to the floor of the tub. “I’m getting out.”

“No, stay,” he taunted, his tone teetering on genuine as he turned around. “I’ll let you get a look since I saw yours.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, already pushing away the want to look at his front. “I’m good. That was my fault.”

You peeked through one eye and stepped out of the tub, reaching for the boxers Wade set out for you.

You kept your back to him as you pulled them to your waist, rolling the waistband over a couple times to get the desired length for you. Then you went for the shirt, popping your damp head through the hole with your arms to follow.

“You in the mood for some Chinese? I could definitely go for some kung pao.”

You stopped in the doorway and looked back at Wade. “You want me to stay for dinner?”

“Of course,” Wade said with a shrug. “Unless you’re in the mood for Greek, then I’ll kick you out on your ass.”

You smiled, “Chinese food sounds good to me.”

You ordered food and sat on Wade’s couch while he showered, taking his sweet time with the remaining hot water. Not that you felt cheapened in the slightest, it was his apartment after all.

Even with the deepest part of you wondering if he liked what he saw or if anything arose in his mind, you stowed all of your emotions aside when the delivery person knocked on the door. You stood up and went for your bag, rifling through its contents to produce money for the food.

Slowly opening the front door, you exchanged the food and money then shut it with your ankle. You set the food on the clean kitchen island, going to untie the first bag as the bathroom door opened and steam billowed out.

“I’m feeling fresher already,” Wade announced, draping his towel over his shoulders while he wore his signature sweatpants low on his scarred hips.

You scrunched your nose. “Those clean or did you miss laundry day?”

Wade walked around you, letting off a little excess heat accumulated from his shower waft onto you. “You think I’d give my last bit of clean clothes to you? And miss that opportunity of you streaking around here?”

You bit back a nervous grin, biting at the inside of your bottom lip. Maybe he did like what he saw.

“I just changed into these off of my flight,” he said, reaching for the second bag and undoing its tie. He reached in, grabbing at the boxes of food then spread them out on the counter.

“How was your trip?” You asked, a trivial question in the scheme of your friendship, or whatever this was. Labels were hard. He only ever knew about your job, only ever knew what you did for extra cash.

That seemed to be how he wanted it.

Wade opened a box of lo mein noodles and selfishly took a large forkful into his mouth to avoid answering, then he raised a finger at the recognition of one of your songs still playing on the speaker.

He hummed, nodding at the song before grabbing your wrist and turning you in a circle. You rolled your eyes at him, following his movements hesitantly eventually falling into place.

Wade chewed his food quickly, swallowed then turned you around again, pulling your back into his chest. His hand raised yours in the air, his fingers slipping down your forearm and bicep then further down your side and finally grabbing your hip.

You swayed slowly in the rhythm, attempting to ignore the hardened feeling of Wade behind you. But he was a presence difficult to ignore.

You hummed at the feeling of his length brushing against your ass, falling into the music as Wade rested his chin to your shoulder.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em,” he offered, his other hand making small circles on your thigh.

You agreed inside, filing yourself tighter to Wade and chasing a feeling you weren’t sure was good. When the song ended, Wade slowly released his hold on you.

Still his chin was rested to your shoulder, lifting to brush his lips to your ear as his nose swiped against your damp hair. You turned your head after Wade’s, wanting to find something to say but your mind going blank.

You quirked a brow before Wade’s hand snaked up your arm, draping it behind his neck; he turned further into you. his lips slowly molding to yours. The salt from the lo mein cut into your mouth as your hand palmed at the nape of his neck.

You warred on pushing him away, that sliver of you wanting to keep this as cordial as possible. But inside, you were melting, your knees feeling like jelly as you gave into your arousal for him.

Fuck, Wade was a good man. A good-looking man despite his hardened exterior. His body was more of a marvel than the average man, there wasn’t anything you could take away from that. Your hand slide across his as it rested on your thigh, drawing his touch further in.

You arched into him, feeling his cock free in his sweatpants. Now you know that dance wasn’t all for nothing either. Why couldn’t you have just gotten your hands on each other sooner?

Wade’s lips parted from yours, trailing across your cheek then to your neck and down before shrugging one of the shoulders of your shirt down.

"Wade, fuck," you exhaled, already exhausted with waiting.

His lips were warm and soft, dragging against your skin and making goosebumps in their wake. You were almost antsy to have more of him, working your hips into his and getting intoxicated from the friction.

"Don't be so impatient," he said with a low snicker against your skin. "I'm trying to woo you, not fuck you in a gas station bathroom."

You threw your head back and laughed at that, folding your hands over his to feel something similar to a hug. Wade drew his lips back and took little sharp bites at your earlobe with his own chuckle to follow.

You gave up that instant, relaxing against Wade and allowing him his moment. Wade tsked against your skin, letting you go and stepping back.

"What're you doing now?" You asked, turning around to face him, chilled from his absence.

Wade stared at you, determined, while he stroked his chin in thought. "Hush, I'm thinking."

You geared yourself to say something but didn't have a moment to think; Wade rushed at you, grabbing your waist and hoisting you up against him.

Your legs crossed around him, his hands holding you steady while your chest pressed to his.

"Shit," you whispered, the sudden lift making your head go afloat.

You draped your arms over Wade's shoulders and leaned in to kiss him again. Wade carried you over to his bed and dropped you onto it, following soon behind with making your body his sole business.

His lips made work of yours, teasing his tongue into your mouth while your stomach rumbled at the hint of food. You stifled down the thought as you raised your legs, parting them for Wade to dip between them.

He rolled his hips against you, pressing right at the seam of his boxers to your clit. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling shooting through your stomach, adding to the warmth and firmness of Wade's chest against yours.

Your hands slid along Wade's shoulders, then up and around the back of his neck as you pulled him in. His tongue lapped against yours, making you submit and follow his lead.

You were aware of everything about Wade then, making out with him like a lousy teenager. His hands at your thighs slipped up under the boxers to grab handfuls of your ass.

He pushed you further into him that way, earning an unwarranted moan from your lips and into his mouth. You felt his lips curl at that, how your knees were clenched at his waist as his crotch was pressed a bit harder to yours.

Wade pulled from your lips and allowed you to breathe, your chest heaving. He rested his hand to your chest, his fingers steady and spread out between your breasts.

"That's so cute, you're so excited," he teased, dragging his hand down your body then back up, slowly pulling your shirt up to reveal your stomach.

The fabric was caught onto his middle and index finger, his ring and pinkie caressing at the underside of your breast.

"I like that. It's been a while since I've seen that," Wade whispered, leaning in and sliding his lips across your stomach. "Since I made someone nervous."

You scoffed at that, but it came out a shaky exhale as Wade's lips rested just below your belly button. His nose circled your navel then trailed a line up, his breath wafting over your skin.

The chill worked up your back, tickled between your shoulders as you curled your toes against his sheets.

“Bullshit,” you muttered, your hands rested just at Wade’s shoulders.

He hummed, smiling against your skin as his hands rested at your waist, peeling your boxers down to kiss at more skin. Your stomach tightened the further he traveled, each warm kiss causing a lick of electricity between your hips.

Your knees braced tighter at Wade’s sides until he readjusted further down on the bed. Suddenly, his nose was rested directly against your mound, his tongue carefully lapping at the top of your slit.

You stifled a swear, squirming under Wade’s tongue; you drew out a low pitch, not knowing what to do with yourself.

Wade sat up on his knees, using his momentum sitting up to strip your boxers from your legs. Wade’s eyes raked up your body, taking in each vulnerable bit of your skin. You wanted to play coy, tucking the edge of his shirt between your legs but enjoyed his raw attention more.

The dark admiration in his eyes made fire alight in your belly, suddenly realizing how wet you were for him.

He took hold of one of your knees, spread your legs apart with one draping over his shoulder as he lie down on his stomach.

“I’m trying not to drool right now,” Wade quipped, his voice stripped down as he pressed his lips to your inside knee. “You good?”

Your brain registered his question and sat up on your elbow, stomach tight while Wade blew soft air against your pussy. You nodded eagerly, your throat dry and unable to form a sentence.

“Fuck yes,” he grinned, kissing at your opposite thigh, dragging his open mouth and tongue to your inside hip. “Tap me if you want out,” he suggested, using his hand to bend your other knee at an angle.

He flattened his tongue to your clit and your ass immediately grinded to the bed. Wade huffed in amusement, drawing a hand around, touching up your thigh and to your waist before slipping under your ass and to the front of your pussy.

Wade circled two fingers before your entrance carefully, gathering your wet and spreading your lips apart. Your breath hitched, finding an edge to twitch your hips in effort to get more.

He pulled back again, “There you are, being impatient again.”

Your brows furrowed at his leaving, your clit twitching at the cool air left behind. He smiled, glancing down at your pussy as his two fingers slid into you. Your legs threatened to clamp shut but Wade’s body held them open; he returned between your legs and resumed his tongue on your clit.

Your head flopped back to the bed at the combination of sensations. Wade’s free hand pressed on the inside of your thigh, pushing it further open before gripping at your inside hip.

You felt vulnerable, spread open like that to Wade's entire apartment. To Wade. You tried to shut your eyes, clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle your noise for the sake of his neighbors.

"That's not fair," Wade hungrily muttered against your clit, taking a second away from it to grab your elbow. "I put in this work to hear you."

That caused more wet to gush from you, feeling Wade's fingers curl and brush his fingers against your tight walls. He tapped when he found what he was looking for, causing another bolt to rush straight up to your clit which he received with a lap of his tongue.

He was giving himself morse code, using your body as the vessel. You couldn't help the pitchy whine that escaped you then, with Wade peeling back the hood of your clit with his tongue and suctioning his lips around the nub.

"Shitshitshitshit," you metered out, trying to breathe but hold onto the air for fear it'd escape as noises. You raised up on your elbow again and stared down at him, trying to hold your knuckles away from your lips.

He unlatched from you, staring from under the shadow of his browline. "I can't hear you, kitten. You're gonna have to be louder."

You shook your head, already fighting the losing battle as his fingers regularly tapped and pumped in you. Your head dropped back, staring at the ceiling while you tried to catch your breath in a few pants.

Wade took that as opportunity to return to your clit, sucking a bit firmer and showing off with his tongue. Your toes curled, your knees trying to shift off of Wade and out of his grasp, but he held tight.

"Aww honey, we ain't even halfway done yet," he cooed, unlatching from your clit with a loud smack.

The string of his saliva mixed with your wet trailed to the hood of your clit, making you melt at the sight.

"I call this one the Wilson stamp of approval," he taunted, resuming his place at the helm of your pussy.

He suctioned his lips again, this time slowing his movement while his fingers pumped a bit harder.

A moan finally escaped your lips, followed by a seethe between your teeth. "Wade, Wade I--"

Your hand reached for Wade's shoulder though you couldn't reach it; you opted to touch at the top of his head, ready to tap out.

That was until he started using his tongue to sign his name.

W-A-D-E...by the end of his first name, your legs were officially shaking. The fingers were definitely not helping the situation.

W-I-N...He was spelling his full name? You were putty now, your hand at his head only holding him there while he slowly sealed your fate.

S-T-O-N....your eyes were twitching, your body clenched hard on the precipice of something so tortuous and euphoric.

W-I...he drew his tongue in a long, slow swoop down, meeting a tap of his fingers to dot his 'I'.

You were done for. Your breath was now a full-blown pant, your entire body sweaty from holding out. Your pitch heightened with each pump of his fingers, his warm mouth only driving you home.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck fuck fuck..." you worked up, allowing yourself to actually make noise.

Wade's name spat from your lips, pushing his head just a little harder as you finally came, your body in shakes while you rode out the galvanic lashes across your back, between your thighs and up your stomach to your fast-beating heart.

You were so overcome with the pleasure, your pussy forced Wade's fingers out of you and you were wracked with a newer feeling that tightened your stomach to release.

Wade pulled away in a split second, his chin splashed with your juices, while he was in awe of your newfound...technique.

You caught your breath, staring at the ceiling while you folded your arm over your eyes. Your thighs were now wetter than before, your clit now throbbing.

"Hello waterworks," Wade teased, leaning over to kiss at your stomach again. "I wish I'd known that sooner, I'd have saved it for later."

He made his way back up your body, trailing softer pecks against your skin. Wade pressed his cock in his sweatpants against your mess of a pussy, earning a roll of your hips.

His hands were on their way to slipping up your shirt, eager to undress you, but he sat away to meet your eyes.

"You wanna keep going?" he asked, now nuzzling against the side of your neck.

You stared into Wade's eyes, then flicked your gaze to his puffy pink lips.

"Fuck yes," you nodded, meeting his gaze again and grabbing at the back of his neck.

You pulled him into a kiss, turning him onto his side while you tried to reach for his sweats. Wade chuckled against you, assisting with the shedding of his pants before turning on his back.

He held you over his waist, kicking off the ankles of his sweatpants.

You sat back from Wade to get a full look of his hard cock. It looked like the rest of him, but a bit more preserved.

You reached for his cock at the same time he reached to peel off your shirt; you allowed him to pull it off of you, his hands massaging at your breasts as you tossed the shirt off the bed.

You bent and took grip of his cock, leaning in to lick. He was already leaking pre-cum from his reddened tip, no doubt warming you inside. You had done that to him.

"Uh, babe, you don't have to do that," Wade tried, the confidence in his tone dipping.

"Oh, you don't want me to?" You asked, dragging your tongue along his cock, licking a stripe along the underside.

"I--fuck," he swore, dropping his head back with a deep exhale. He raised his head with a low suck of air between his teeth.

Wade reached to touch at the back of your neck, over your shoulder, then further before taking a tender handful of your ass in his hand.

You hummed at his touch, giving him a slow stroke.

"So," You smiled, resting his tip to your lips.

You kissed at it, your lips curling to take him in. "Do you want me to?"

Wade pulled back, staring down at you as you stroked him again. He pulled his scarred bottom lip between his teeth, not finding the words but nodding.

You slowly took him in your mouth, slipping some of your spit down his length. You slicked it with your hand, pulling more of his cock into your mouth.

Wade folded his hand to his chest, turning his nails in. You could tell, by him holding back, how eager he was.

The thought made your pussy flutter, thinking of Wade going hard. But first you wanted to reward him for eating you out so well.

The tang of his pre-cum livened your saliva, hollowing your cheeks to suck him a bit firmer. Wade's hand roamed up to his mouth, ready to stifle himself but you reached out with your free hand to clasp his elbow.

He told you, now you were throwing it right back at him. Wade grit his teeth before a strained noise escaped between them, a choked gasp before he seethed so verbally you were almost concerned.

"Fuck, okay, okay, I can't take this," Wade grit, reaching to gently pull you off of him. He kissed tenderly at your sloppy lips, puffed out and wet from spit. "You do wonders to me, kitten but I need to be inside you. Can I please be inside you, now?"

He crawled, switching up your positions again so your head almost dangled over the edge of the foot of the bed.

You followed his direction, if only to see Wade from an entirely new angle. Finally shedding the ankles of his sweatpants, he draped himself over you.

His cock touched your inner thigh, sending a warm shockwave right to your core. Your chest rose and fell in anticipation, your breathing shallowing as you met Wade's gaze.

His eyes were half-mast, inches from you, and waiting for the okay. The enthusiastic consent.

You grinned at him, tilting your chin up to peck his lips. "I wanted to suck you off."

"We got time for that," Wade whispered, nudging his nose to yours. "Later."

Your hands brushed around his broad shoulders, down to his waist before bucking his hips against you. "How long can we keep going?"

"At least all night," Wade said, taking your lips with his. "I'll take a week, if you wanna stay."

His mouth dipped to your neck with a peck. "A month if I really take my time."

Wade kissed further, leaving his warmth to dissipate in his wake. You tilted your head at the bathroom, the speaker finally shutting off.

Wade followed your diverted attention, his fingers slipping down your thigh before petting softly at your clit.

"Three months if you get distracted often, six months if I'm gone for too long..."

Wade made his way back up to you, working his best at your clit and earning an eager flex from your pussy.

"Let's just chalk it up to a year for good measure," Wade husked against your lips. "That sound good to you?"

Between the way he talked to you and how he touched you, you were feeling more eager for Wade to actually fuck you.

"Yes, so stop wasting time now." You grinned against him, edging up on your elbow to curve your body against his. "Fuck me, please."

Wade's eyes lit up, kissing you hard at the same time of his hand sliding up to your hip. He held you tenderly, angling your hips up while your legs spread further.

He guided his cock into you slowly, driving a long, thirsty pant from your mouth before his.

"God fuck, Wade." Your hand rested at his neck, your thumb rubbing against the lobe of his ear.

Your forehead rested to his, glancing down between your bodies to see his cock sink into you. Your hold tightened, feeling his tip caress your g-spot.

He spared a cocky chuckle against your lips, "I know, kitten. I call it the Tardis, it's bigger when inside."

You exhaled in his direction, noting his shitty play on words and rolling your hips further to ease him more.

"Fuck, call me that again," you groaned, Wade's cock finally reaching the hilt.

Wade leaned into you, pressing your back to the bed and raising your leg around his waist.

"Kitten," Wade drew out, taking a moment to revel in the soft, wet pulse of your pussy. "Oh baby, that pussy feels as good as it tastes."

Your eyes rolled at that, rutting against the mattress before rolling up at Wade. The minimal movement you felt with the tip of his cock grazing the hot inner core of your pussy.

He managed to pull out a couple inches, easing himself back in with a deep hiss.

"I wish I could fuck you like I hate you," he whispered, pulling back out and running his hands down your legs before crossing both of them around his waist.

Wade took grip of your hip and pulled you up in his lap. He crossed an arm at the small of your back and used his tender strength to ease you up on his cock, then back down again.

Every sink back down, you felt a new wave of pleasure roll through you. You tried to meet his upward thrusts with cants of your hips but his hand stopped you.

"Take your time, baby. I wanna savor this," he whispered, raking his eyes down your body from your breasts to your mound pressed to his.

Your hands felt over his skin, your breath catching on his words. "Me too."

Wade hummed, flicking his gaze to meet yours; his eyes were fueled with a carnal hunger, leaning in to rest his chin between your breasts.

He turned his head, resting his ear to your chest while he huffed hot air against your nipple. You crossed an arm behind his shoulders to hold him there, following his steady thrusts with deep sighs.

Wade defied your expectations, making every touch personal and each thrust targeted to a pleasant experience.

You slowly came undone in his lap, draping your body over him as you were halfway to an explosive end.

Your arms crossed behind Wade's neck, leaning your forehead against his as his hands rocked your hips forward and back on his cock.

"Little Wade's gonna be all wrinkled when he's done in you," Wade muttered.

You scrunched your nose at him, wanting to smile but feeling the heat in your cheeks kept you strained.

"I'll make your cock a part of me," you whimpered as his thumb crossed to touch your clit.

You clenched then, moaning louder in his face.

"That's it, kitten. Make it your own." He held his breath, letting you squeeze his cock with your fluttering walls.

Slowly, your orgasm built from there; each thrust driving you further until you were coming on Wade's cock, tightening your hold on it while your clit pulsed in response.

"Wade," you heaved.

It was tight again, the new sensation returning with you wetting Wade's thighs and the mattress.

"Baby," Wade grit, stopping the rocking of your hips and letting you edge him towards release.

You felt his cock twitch inside you, making you flutter again. Wade dropped his head to your shoulder, a choking moan stuttering from his lips.

Your real name, not a nickname. You gasped, hummed in response as your arms folded against his back to hold him close.

Your fingers swirled against the back of his head, swaying on his waist as come spurt into you, dousing the inner fire Wade caused.

But that wasn't enough to sate you. You two stayed molded together in the center of the bed, catching your breath while soft noises escaped you both.

Wade was the first to part from you, pulling out gently and tossing you off of him. He climbed off of the bed, bent to grab his towel and threw it over his shoulder at you.

"Stay there," Wade said, streaking over to the kitchen island to retrieve the boxes of Chinese food.

You grinned at him, flopping back onto the bed and wiggling your butt over the towel to keep the remainder of Wade's bed clean.

"Kung pao, kitten?" Wade offered, kneeling onto the bed and setting the boxes precariously on the comforter.

You nodded, staring dreamily at Wade; he moved over to you, reaching for the towel to clean up the cum that was easing out of you.

"I'm starving," you added, turning your torso on your side. You reached for the box of lo mein, tilting your chin up to beg a peck from Wade. "Thanks babe."

Wade slowly broke into a smile, leaning after your lips to get another. "Call me that all the time."

You hummed, going for the chopsticks attached to the side of your food. Wade shifted onto the bed, crossing his leg and taking his box of kung pao with stealing the fork from your lo mein.

He opened the box and stabbed at the biggest piece, bringing it to his lips before stopping.

Wade watched as you picked up a sliver of broccoli intertwined with noodles and held his fork out. You quirked a brow at him, tilting your head before tapping your chopsticks to his fork.

"To a year of us," Wade smiled. "Hopefully more."

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(y'all remember when YY did a full seven minutes in heaven with several different anime characters and it dragged on for a bit? that's this fic for me. anything I'll want to write for others, I'll try it out with my wade wilson 😝)

#wade wilson #deadpool #deadpool x reader #fanfic #fan work #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x you #deadpool x you #mss: bakeneko #bakeneko

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pinguwrites · 7 months

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Whenever you feel like it (if you want to write this one), soft!dark!Tom Buckley and housewife kink…this request was inspired by the part where Tom said “I have nothing against housewives…my mom happens to be one!” Sksksksksksskksksks

🤭 🤭 I love this so much

Drabble: Tom can’t help but breed you

Pairing -> tom buckley x housewife!reader

Warnings: DUB-CON, implied Tom is making good money which I don’t think is true in the movie lol, overstimulation, dark!soft!tom, reader’s a housewife, she’s lowkey isolated, possesive!tom, breeding kink

Disclaimer: Red Lights characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun. + gif is from wifflegif.com.

Tom Buckley liked to think that he was the perfect husband. He was, wasn’t he? He worked a job at the university, bringing home money for you to use and spend as you wished. He took care of you and protected you, to the point where you weren’t allowed to go out of the house unless you had his permission, and he always pleased you as best he could, making love to you until you were begging and pleading him for his mercy.

In return, he asked for nothing but your affection. For you kiss him all over his face, to cuddle up next to him on the couch, to cook him dinner and clean the house. Nothing but that—except until now.

He knew he wanted to have kids with you from the moment you two started dating. It was something you both agreed on before getting married, but you weren’t in a rush to get started, and while all Tom wanted to do was bend you over on his bed and breed your pussy, he wanted to make sure you were ready.

When he came back home from work earlier today, ready to greet his beautiful wife and fall asleep in your arms, he saw you taking care of the neighbor’s kids while their parents were out, and was immediately sent into a primal frenzy.

He didn’t care if you wanted to wait longer. He had to get you pregnant. You were so perfect with children, all motherly-like and angelic — this proved it, it was your calling.

“You know, I can’t wait to be a dad,” he had murmured against your neck after you dropped the kids off, leaving kisses on your collarbone. “I can’t wait anymore.”

You were surprised at his words, but liked them nonetheless. You had giggled, enjoying your husband’s touch, when he suddenly pushed you into his room and shoved you onto your bed.

After getting you warmed up, he pulled out his cock and plunged it into your hole, not relenting for a moment even as you asked him to slow down.

His kisses were rough and forceful, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you both as he hit inside of you, ready to come again, and again, and again, no matter how overstimulated he got, no matter how tired he felt.

“You can take it,” Tom said in your ear when you tried to push him away. “You can take my cock. I know it’s big, but all you have to do is lie there, okay? We’re not — augh — we’re not stopping until I’m satisfied you’ve been filled.”

“I have been!” you cried out, but Tom chose to ignore his cum leaking out of you. “I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant!”

He chuckled at your weak protests. “I have to make sure,” he groaned, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “Don’t pretend like you don’t need this.”

He could feel himself getting exhausted. After the third orgasm, his legs began to shake and his thrusts became more sloppy and slow. You still kept squirming, but he could see your eyes start to glaze over, your mind going dumb.

“My sweet wife,” he praised softly, coming inside of you again with a shudder. He held your hips in place, making sure he was as deep inside of you as he could, pressing up against that swollen spot inside of you, until about a minute passed and he pulled out, his panting almost covering the sound of squelching.

He collapsed beside you on the bed, taking a few moments to recover his breath. The blanket had fallen to the ground, but he wasn’t in a rush to pick it up.

Once he regained his clarity he turned to you and placed a hand on your belly, caressing it gently, before leaning over and planting kisses all over it.

“I’ll be perfect,” he promised. “The perfect father. I’ll take care of you and our baby. Don’t worry about a thing.”

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@henrywintersdearestgirl

@shroombloom-rry

@meetmeatyourworst

@mrkdvidal1989

#tom buckley #tom buckley x reader #tom buckley x y/n #tom buckley x you #cillian murphy #red lights #fanfiction #pinguwrites

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emelinstriker · 1 year

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Macaque ♡ Bath Time

First of all, this is all still SFW, but would be leading into NSFW with the ending implication. So this still counts as Fluff. Also I personally would call him Mac-Mac, so that shall now be implemented into my fics.

That being said...

CW: slight suggestive vibe, nudity, mild gore(? had to hold back a lot from making it full on detailed descriptions), maybe faint yandere behavior if you squint

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

"I've told you before. Hands off my territory... No one to blame but yourself."

The dark-furred simian dropped the demon's corpse onto the pavement with a dark grin. It's been a while since he really got to do this to another demon. He's been holding back his true strength ever since he met you, in hopes of not scaring you off... Well, at least he didn't usually attack demons with you around. That didn't mean he would kill them even when you weren't present.

However... this particular demon crossed the line. Not only did this demon return to the apartment complex, the Six-Eared Macaque's territory, despite having been warned... But this demon also threatened to kill him, as well as you and your neighbors right after.

Little did he know that your husband was a lot more capable than any other ordinary demon this guy had ever faced before, by far. Despite his size compared to the intruder, he could easily fold him.

And of course, Macaque didn't take this random demon's threats lightly. Killing off a threat to you and your home once in a while wouldn't be so bad, no? Surely a little bit of self-defense in the name of your safety should be fine.

So he did what he seemed most fit. Getting rid of the pest that spoke of those threats. After all, endangering you in any way, shape or form was off-limits. Anyone attempting to break this one simple rule had to deal with the consequences and would be punished by your loving husband...

Violence may not always be the answer, but life is multiple choice.

And death was just one of the options.

A quite merciful one at that.

Macaque glanced down at the blood that now stained not only his clothes, but his fur too. He rolled his eyes, grumbling about needing to take a bath. After all, he wouldn't want his beloved to be stained by another demon's blood when he hugged them. And thus, he disposed of the body by engulfing it in a shadow portal. He was torn between letting it fall into lava or the ocean, but he decided that lava would be the quickest solution. If the corpse somehow managed to not be gone by the time the Demon Bull Family saw something floating on the surface of one of their lava pits, then they could simply see it as a nice aesthetic gift to their home.

He used another shadow portal to return to your shared apartment's living room. Everything was quiet, so much so that he had no problems hearing all your neighbors without even trying, which the shadow monkey already anticipated. Usually it was him that would come home later than you, but not today since his plays were scheduled for only half of the week. And it was a good thing he had the day off. Who knows what would've happened if you came home first and encountered the demon he got rid of instead!

After making his way past your bedroom door, he let a shadow clone enter and pick some fresh clothes for him. Meanwhile, he prepared his bath. The dark-furred simian noticed the lack of a shampoo bottle near the bathtub, so he ended up picking the plum-scented shampoo from the cabinet beneath the sink. Macaque was considering using body wash as well, but decided against it as most of what the blood got on was pure fur anyway. His shadow clone then walked in with fresh clothes, placing them on the closed toilet seat before vanishing back into his shadow.

However, before he could undress, his ears caught the sound of keys clashing by the front door. He smiled to himself at the implication- Only you had keys to the apartment since he didn't need keys to enter. And his assumption was indeed correct.

"Mac-Mac, I'm home!" Your lovely voiced called out from down the hallway as you entered.

"Heya, sugarplum! I'll be right with you, just gonna take a bath first!" He called back through he closed door. It did take a while until the tub was actually filled with warm water, so in the meantime he inspected his nude, scarred form in the mirror. He sighed to himself as he tried getting some blood off manually with his fingers, but to no avail. It would be difficult to clean up some spots, for sure. Especially those splatters that ended up on his back...

Another thing he did while waiting for the bathtub to fill up was to listen in on what you were doing. From what he could still hear past the noises coming from the faucet and your neighbors, apparently you were eating dinner. Presumably leftovers from the fridge as he did not recall you cooking anything earlier that day.

Once the tub was full, he turned off the faucet, then climbed inside and began to clean himself up. Macaque started off by washing all his fur on and around his head, at least that was easy to do. There wasn't even all that much blood stuck in there in the first place... Well, except for maybe the front.

He was so busy rubbing the blood off his arms that he didn't hear you walking towards the bathroom. At least until you lightly knocked on the door, pulling him back into reality.

"May I come in? I need a dry towel for the kitchen", you asked. Your husband told you that you may enter, so you did.

It was far from the first time you saw him without clothes, so it wasn't exactly awkward when you came in and picked one of the thinner towels. After choosing a fitting one, your eyes glanced over at the dark-furred simian. Honestly, he was already handsome by default. Him without a shirt was even better. But his wet, shiny fur glistening in the light of the bathroom made him look a lot more appealing on top of it all.

Suddenly, his own gaze landed on you. He seemed a bit confused, but this little bit of confusion was quickly wiped away as his smug grin took over.

Shit. He probably heard your heartbeat increase... Curse his intense hearing!

"What's the matter, sugarplum? Like what you see~?"

You were about to respond in a flustered, passive aggressive manner... Until you noticed the amount of red that was still very much present on his fur. You paused for a second before becoming concerned. "What happened? Did you get into a fight? Is that your blood?!" You asked frantically.

Macaque's grin left just as quickly as it came. "No, no! Well... I mean yes, I did get into a fight. B- But this isn't my blood!" That statement only eased your concerns a bit. You simply stood there in thought with the folded towel in hand... Until he seemed to try wash off some blood his back, but to no avail.

"Do you need help getting it off?" You asked as you slowly put the towel onto the sink.

He raised an eyebrow at you before waving his hand dismissively. "I wouldn't mind the company."

You hummed in amusement as you made your way over to the bathtub, getting onto your knees next to it. Macaque handed you the bottle of shampoo and you put a portion of it onto your hand, putting the bottle next to you on the ground. You then scooped up a bit of water with your other hand and mixed both liquids together. Afterwards your hands were free to roam around your husband's back, trying to get rid of the red colors and the faint stench...

Honestly, you couldn't tell if it was just the blood because his fur seemed to stink on its own.

Suddenly, the dark-furred simian started to purr as you started gently cleaning blood around his tail. You actually had a somewhat hard time cleaning it... Macaque's joy over you handling his tail so gently only made it move around more. That in of itself wouldn't have been much of a problem, but we have to take his extra strength into consideration. He may be holding back by a lot, but his tail was still able to casually pick you up if he wanted to. So trying to keep it still enough to properly get rid of stains was a challenge.

You grinned at his tail's excitement, "Do you want me to wash the rest of your body too or what?"

The shadow monkey halted before fake-thinking with a hum. "Only if you get in here with me."

You gave him a blank look for a few seconds. Macaque thought this suggestion was a bit too much for you today. You barely got off work after all. Thus he was about to apologize... until he heard you take off your own clothes.

He paused as his tail's tip flicked back above the water in anticipation. His head whipped to the side to see you put your clothes onto his own pile or dirty clothes. With your body now in the nude, you approached the bathtub before demanding him to scoot over so you could sit behind him. You then positioned yourself so he was sitting between your legs, practically having been captured so he could never escape. (He wouldn't have minded to be honest.)

And without another word, you proceeded to continue washing him. Mainly his back and sides due to his fur's locations, but you occasionally would brush over part of his chest. Most of his fur in the back wasn't even bloody, but it was still nice to help clean him. At one point his tail wrapped around your waist as he leaned back into your hold, purring while slightly rubbing himself against you. You cooed at him being adorable and tried countering him by pushing your body firmly against his, trying to reach at least part of his legs better.

However, the moment you got to his hips towards his abdomen, he chuckled. "Not low enough, sugarplum~"

You rolled your eyes at his words with a flustered smile, "Mac-Mac, you can clean that area yourself. I can barely even clean your legs from here." He pouted as his head turned to face you, just so you could see his disappointment. You grinned at him in return.

"Do I at least get a reward for cleaning up the rest myself?" He asked with a knowing smirk as his gaze lowered towards your body below the water. That cheeky little bastard... You raised an eyebrow at the monkey's suggestion. The fact that his tail seemed to slowly make its way towards your thigh didn't help the situation.

You sighed in defeat as you nuzzled into your husband's furry back. "Okay fine. But, only one round, got it? I still have work tomorrow, and you know how much our stamina differs."

Macaque chuckled, using his hands to position your arms around his torso, your hands against his chest. "I can't promise anything, sugarplum~" He swiftly turned around more until he was able to give you a quick kiss on the lips, his hands holding your head for better access. "I love you."

In return, you leaned in as well for a kiss that would last a little longer. "I love you too..."

"Well, guess I better get to cleaning now, just so we have more time for my reward~", he said in his low voice as he pulled away. It didn't take long for Macaque to completely clean himself, especially with this new motivation literally sitting behind him with a flushed, yet amused look.

Maybe you should offer him this type of reward for doing house chores, just to motivate him into actually doing those more often.

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#lmk x reader #macaque x reader #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #fluff #bath #suggestive #only a bit tho #i personally dont think it counts rly into gore due to how i removed all the actual descriptions tbh

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periludic · 6 months

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Hello! can you write a sick mc in step 1 of Ol2 and tamarack and qiu just stay by them to keep them company and treat them with treats while their sick I'd like for them to be crushes

" SICK "

📌 Pairing: Step 1 Qiu/Tamarack x GN!MC (Separate)

Qiu "Autumn" Lin

Knew you were sick before you yourself knew

Definitely not because he stares at you for long periods of time. haha.

Checks up on you the day after to see if you really are sick

And surprise surprise! You were!

He kindly asks your Mom if he can check up on you in your room, and of course, asked you if he was welcomed inside your personal space as well

Qiu sits down on the floor next to your bed and stays there for a while, asking about how you're feeling and if he could get you anything at all

After a while though, he stands up with the promise of coming back, before dashing out of the door, leaving you confused

But really, he just went back home to ask his parents if he can stay at your place for the afternoon and got a few snacks to share!!

And if you wanted anything you couldn't get in your house, he made a quick trip to town to get whatever it is you wanted

Watches over you like a hawk

If you dare make one teeny tiny pained noise this stinker goes into full panic mode

"Are you okay? You're not dying are you? I am sorry!"

Meanwhile you stare at him in confusion because why is he apologizing over you being sick as if it was his fault??

Speaks in a softer voice just in case your head hurts, and because he's really worried about you

Would not let you lift a finger, he's spoiling you today and there's nothing you can do about it

Well that's not entirely true, if you get sad or angry about him doting on you too much he would let you do whatever you please

But he's staying by your side no matter what

If you're upset over the fact that you're sick, he spends hours sitting below you on the floor next to your bed trying to stay as close as he could without making you feel uncomfortable telling you funny adventures he, Baxter and Darren had

"Qiu. Get away from me you'll get sick" "But :("

He definitely gets sick a day or so after, but does he regret it? No.

He'll go through anything for you <3

Tamarack Baumann

This girl is prepared

Came over to your house ready with medicine, soup her grandma made, a wet cloth, etc. etc.

Your Mom lets her come inside your room (with your permission of course) because for one, she's a busy woman. And two, Tamarack seems to know what she's doing

Frowns so hard when she sees you sick and uncomfortable

She cares about you so much it actually hurts her whenever you're in any kind of pain

Tamarack was in a state of panic when she first saw you miserable in your bed

"(Name)!! How are you feeling? You're not hurting anywhere are you?" "I feel like I am dying" "Nooooooo!!!!"

Will not leave your side unless you beg her to. What if you fall and explode while she's gone? What if you start hurting and cry?? WHAT IF YOU DIE AND SHE'S NOT THERE???

Yeah. It gets intense with her.

Compared to Qiu's soft doting she's in full on in doctor mode

Whenever you cough or sneeze a lil she's on her feet ready to get you anything

"What? What is it? Medicine? Water??"

You'll have to periodically remind her that you're not in that much pain and that getting sick is normal

Is ready to fan you herself if it starts getting really uncomfortable and hot because lets face it you probably don't have a working AC in step 1 yet

Will sing praises and reassurances if you get scared

The only time she leaves you is when you ask her to get something from downstairs or another room

Other than that she'd glue herself onto you if she could

You actually recover quickly after her visit, its honestly a miracle

Her Omi and Opa wouldn't mind if she stays over at your house until late into the evening

Even when you're feeling better, she'll still stay close to you

Would be offended if anyone tries to separate the both of you

You can't take her away from her precious neighbor!!!

#our life now and forever #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #olnf #olnf qiu #olnf tamarack #qiu lin x reader #qiu lin x mc #tamarack baumann x reader #tamarack baumann x mc

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tomscocksleeve · 3 months

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The Older Neighbor ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

Tom kaulitz x female Reader

Warnings: some smut, age gap, male (rec), smoking, drugs, possessiveness, angst to fluff

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Monday morning at 7:30 you were getting ready for school and doing your makeup. Your vanity was right by the window that also happened to be your neighbors window. You and him always had some sort of little thing but never actually engaged with each other like a real conversation or texted or even spoken at school. While you were doing your mascara he purposely left his curtains open and he took his night shirt off revealing his muscled body and you messed up your mascara because you ended up distracted. He winked and giggled at the mascara that was on your nose. “Fuck…” you said in embarrassment.

Finally you were ready and you grabbed your bag and you saw your neighbor. Today was different he walked over to you with a smile and he held onto your school bag stopping you from walking. “Wait… we lived next to each other for years and never talked. Hello, I’m Tom.” The boy spoke with his heavy German accent. You smiled at him and you told him your name and his smile was absolutely precious. His teeth were super cute and his lip ring complimented his lips perfectly. You and him walked to school and you noticed he kept looking at you almost the whole time. “What is it? Is there something on my face?” You asked worried you didn’t get all the mascara off. He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re just pretty.” He said. You were always told that by many people so you just said thank you without giving it a second thought. Once you arrived to school the girls glared at you since you walked in with Tom. You knew Tom always received attention but it’s not like this was your fault it was his idea.

You rolled your eyes at the girls before you were going to head to your locker. Tom grabbed your wrist before you could leave him “wait… there’s a party tonight so take my number Kay?” You couldn’t even reply with a yes or no. You took the piece of paper and just nodded and walked off. Later at your locker one of the bitchy girls stopped you and was being a brat. “Do you think you can take MY Tommy from me?!” She said in a whiney tone. You rolled your eyes and she pushed you against the locker. “Back off slut HES mine!” That set you over the edge. A slut? Seriously? You punched the girl in the face and she fell back ending up with a bloody nose. “Fuck you.” You said before walking away.

In second period you were called to the office and they said you were suspended for a week for violence on school grounds and you were so pissed off. You grabbed your bag and left the school walking home. At your house you were watching T.V in your lazy outfit which was just shorts and a sports bra until you received a text.

Unknown:

Heard you got sent home.

Do you want me to bring u notes?

You:

Who is this?

Unknown:

It’s Tom silly 😜

You:

Sure.

You completely forgot to text him and you looked at the piece of paper with his number and crumbled it away. Your friend must’ve given it to him. He’s so persistent it’s sort of cute? Yet annoying… you smacked yourself grossed out by your thoughts.

In the afternoon Tom came over and you lead him up to your room. He smiled and he gave you the notes. As you copied them down he looked at you the entire time, it caught your attention so you looked up into his dark brown eyes. “What is it?” You ask. And he just shook his head implying nothing and it was just silence. After you were done he finally spoke. “You’re pretty, truly pretty.” You thought he was just causally saying it and you had replied: “yeah, I’m told that a lot. Thanks.” “You heard it, but do you truly know it?” Him saying that caught you off guard and you looked into his eyes again with a mixture of confusion and a bit of annoyance??

He leaned forward putting his hand on your cheek. “May I kiss you? Please?” You leaned into his hand and nodded. It felt right in the moment. He smiled and leaned in kissing you softly. You closed your eyes as you felt him caress your cheek and his lips were so soft and sweet. You both had a small make out session before he broke the kiss. “So the party tonight? Are you going?” You nodded and he kissed your cheek.

You both had fun for a while before he went home to get ready for the party.

Timeskip-2 hours later:

At the party your hair was curled, you wore a short black dress with black heels had dark makeup on with red lipstick and red press ons. You went straight for the drinks and poured a shot of vodka to get the party started. They started playing your favorite song and you got so excited and you danced with some other people that crowded the area. As you danced you felt hands grab your waist and you turned to see who it was and it was the host of the party. Since you just wanted to have fun you smiled and talked with him introducing yourself to him and such. Tom did not like that. He walked up to you both and he grabbed your wrist before holding your waist glaring at the host. “She’s taken.” He said coldly. You looked into his eyes and he seemed so pissed it was so unsettling.

He pulled you into one of the extra rooms before closing and locking the door. “What the hell?!” He said pissed off. You were so confused why he was so mad. But him mad was sexy. “What’s your problem?” You said loudly and he leaned closer so that his chest was pressing on yours. “You are mine. My date. You can’t just flirt with that sleaze bag in front of me!” You were feeling a little turned on. “Maybe.. I’ll just have to show everyone that you’re mine.” He started kissing your neck and leaving marks and it felt so good to even push him off. He sucked and licked the bruises before kissing your jawline. You started feeling wet that it felt like it was dripping down your thigh.

He leaned you against the bed and he pulled your dress down marking your chest and collarbones and he kissed your lips hungrily. “Scheiße, du bist so sexy” he whispered into your ear. You wrapped your arms around him and he started pulling your dress off completely. He noticed the wet spot in your panties and he chuckled. “Excited now are we?” He said and you just nodded craving his warm touch. You couldn’t believe you were going to do this with him… ybut you wanted to live young and you kissed him. He ran his hands up and down your body and he pulled your panties off.

He wasted no time into putting his erection inside of you and groaning at the warmth he felt when he was in you. So tight and perfect. As he fucked you, you moaned out his name and he smiled as he went faster and faster. “Such a good girl f’me taking me in so well.” As he was about to cum he pulled out leaving you empty and you groaned and he put his dick inside your mouth. “Take it all baby.. suck it.” You happily did so and tears streamed down your face as you sucked him dry. He came inside your mouth and you swallowed most of it but some left your mouth and he smiled gently and wiped it off.

He placed a kiss on your forehead praising you for doing such an amazing job.

Timeskip-a week later

By now you and Tom flirted a lot yet you both haven’t had sex except for the party. What Tom didn’t know was that you had a bit of a drug addiction. The host at the party was your dealer, and you were in the park and you were paying him for some heroin as you grabbed it and started walking back home Tom had followed you and yanked the heroin from you. “What the fuck y/n?! This stuff is dangerous.” You jumped surprised that he was behind you and you could tell he was hurt and angry he grabbed your face harshly and yelled at you causing you to cry. “You can’t be doing this stuff! It’s not safe I care about you? Don’t you care about us!?” He let go dropping the heroin on the ground and you picked it up putting it in your pocket before following him. “Tom wait please I’m sorry.. I was gonna tell you!” “You have been doing this for a while!?” He said angry. He felt upset and he kissed you before walking away and you cried.

When you went home you noticed he had shut the curtain and he hadn’t texted you, you decided to go to his house and knock on the door. He answered and he looked like he didn’t want to see you but before he could close the door you stopped him. “I’m sorry for yelling at you.” He said in defeat. You nod before saying “I’ll quit okay? I want something more with us.” “I will be here and help you every step of the way.” He kissed you and kissed your head before letting you inside.

For hours you talked and opened up to him about everything and why you started doing drugs and he grabbed your hand. “Please be my girlfriend.” He said and you smiled kissing him. “Of course I will.”

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kichikichiko · 6 months

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Ok, so I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable with this request. If I do, just tell me!

Ok, and you do a SFW/Fluff of Wally Darling x Y/N who is pregnant (I don’t even think it’s possible that puppets can be pregnant but I guess roll with it 😅)

So, can you do headcannons on marriage + pregnancy (If you’re comfortable with writing that. I don’t know why I just think sense he’s in a kids tv show and is overall calm, I think he would be amazing with kids) gender of children/kids if there will be multiple are up to you, doesn’t really matter.

Also I think you would be cute if we got a small reaction from the neighbors of the marriage and or pregnancy! Like how would the whole neighborhood react to this?

Our little family

An: HI EVERYONE IM BACKKKK

I saw this cute request and literally could not resist I HAD TO!

I love reading n writing pregnancy related fics its so fun n fluffy UGH

Hope you like this liz! I totally agree with you. Wally would be good with kids no doubt

Synopsis: HC of Wally with a pregnant puppet reader!

Pairing: Wally Darling x AFAB reader

Cw: fluff, pregnancy, established relationship, reader is called mother @ the end, wally is probs OOC, defies all puppet logic known to mankind

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You and Wally Darling have always been Welcome Home's "it" couple, so imagine the happiness everyone felt when the two of you got married, and imagine the shock everyone felt when you got pregnant!

When you found out you're pregnant you couldn't contain your happiness

You had to tell Wally ASAP after he came back from Barnaby's place

You like knitting so you thought it'd be fun to surprise him with knitted baby clothes, so you got straight to work.

Wally came home at around 1 PM, right after lunch. "Darling I'm Home!"

"Over in the living room dear!" You called, and he made his way to the living room.

Seeing your giddy expression has become one he's used to, but Wally had a feeling that something was different "Darling, you seem really giddy today, did something happen?"

To his question you grinned wider "Im happy everyday with you dear, but I suppose you can say the reason as to why is..." trailing off you picked up the yellow knitted baby outfit you have finished in the morning

Wally couldnt believe it.

Mr. Darling had always been known to have the same expression no matter what, but hearing this news caused him to have his jaw dropped to the floor (quite literally)

Most people would take this as a bad sign, but you knew Wally better than that. You could tell all sorts of emotions and thoughts ran through his brain

"I'll be a father? This can't be happening!" "What a miracle!" "Ill be the best papa for my son or daughter... or both!" "Im so lucky" were just a few he manage to say to you before deciding to kiss you all over your face with his signature slow laugh.

All the other 8 neighbours were delighted to hear that youre pregnant! Thanks to Wally walking around and casually telling them of course.

Julie screamed with joy, hugging you jumping up and down (dangerously close to you) which caused your dear husband to kindly and gently, push and remind Julie to be more careful. To which she complied, causing you to giggle

Sally, a drama queen obviously giggled with joy as well, only she knew better than to hug you while jumping up and down. She promises to give your kid a show once they were old enough to understand.

Poppy was shocked and happy for you and wally, so much so the bird started baking you a cake as a congratulations. She promised you that if you ever had any cravings, just give her a call and she'll be more than happy to bake you something!

Frank was delighted to say the least, despite his face not showing it. You knew he cared. And Frank being Frank, gave you heads up on pregnancy, what to avoid eating, what to do when feeling contractions, letting you know the size of your baby etc. This is his love language, info dumping. He will come and visit Home whenever you need him. As he is Welcome Home's book worm.

Howdy was very delighted. Gave you a pat on the back as well as a hearty laugh. Howdy started stocking up on baby items like pacifiers, diapers and baby toys just for you in the shop

Eddie of course, was just as happy as the other members of Welcome Home. Being the Mailman, he told you that once your belly grows big and you can no longer walk, he'd be happy to deliver your mails and or deliver things to you.

It was delightful having so many wonderful and kind neighbours all around you! And having a wonderful husband made your pregnancy journey fairly easy despite its occasional ups and downs throughout the 9 months.

BONUS:

Once your daughter came into the world, everyone was in awe and took care of her like the niece they never knew they needed!

Wally was obviously a fantastic father, and you were a fantastic mother

When your daughter is old enough, he'd teach her how to paint and they'd go on father daughter dates around the neighbourhood. Painting all they can see and proudly showing their work to you once they get back

Wally would read your daughter bedtime stories to help her sleep

Maybe even throughout the day as well

Waddles up to her father and shows him a book

"Oh? Whats this my sweet peach?" He'd startd "you want papa to read you this book?"

With a gleeful nod she'd get on her tippy toes and give Wally a full clear view on the book

"My sweets its not even bedtime yet are you sure you dont want to save this for tonight?"

He ends up reading it to her anyways

His daughter is his greatest weakness

It made you feel at ease knowing that your daughter is surrounded by kind and loving people <333

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plussizefantasia · 8 months

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Good Punkins

Flufftober Day 21: Pumpkin Patch

Steve Rogers x f!mom!reader

Word Count: 2.7k (actually the longest fic I've written to date)

Warnings: reader is a mom in this one, she is referred to as Mamma several times so if that's not your jam don't read this.

AN: Holy crap this went way beyond my original plan but I just love Steve and little man so much now. This story does have a part two coming later (on day 30). Feedback and reblogs are always encouraged! Thank you for reading.

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Steve was an amazing husband. The two of you were married six years ago and within a year you were expecting. Nine months later, Caleb James Rogers was born and you realized something amazing. Steve was an amazing husband, but he was an even better father.

Little Caleb wanted for nothing, but he wasn’t spoiled. He was adventurous and kind and everything that you could ever want in a child. Even as a baby, he wasn’t very fussy. When he was all it took was Steve lifting him into his large arms and cooing at the infant to get him to calm down. At first, you were a little jealous that Steve seemed to have the golden tough when it came to your son, but you couldn’t help the overwhelming feelings of adoration for your husband every time you saw the two of them together.

Caleb was an extremely curious child, he also didn’t like being left out. When you had driven the two of you home last week after picking him up from and he had seen the new decorations your neighbors had put out for Halloween it was no surprise when he asked, “Mamma, why dey have punkins?” You dread the day when he’s able to say the word pumpkin.

“Why do you think they have pumpkins, baby?” You returned.

“Dunno Mamma, but they gots faces in them.”

“Some of them do yeah,” you opened the door to your house and watched as Caleb climbed up the singular step that led up to your door. You don’t know who designed it, but your little tyke has tripped on it more than once and you’ve made sure to be very watchful every time he tries again.

At the sound of the front door opening, Steve made his way towards the entryway of your home. He looked soft, as he usually did nowadays and you couldn’t love it more. Steve had hung up the shield when Caleb was born and since then he let his hair grow out, and bought a few more pairs of sweats and at your insistence shirts that fit him. He didn’t have abs anymore but that didn’t mean the strength had gone away, just that he was more worried about his family and being there for every moment than staying in peak shape.

“Buddy! How was school?” Steve got down on one knee in order to intercept the charging little boy.

“It was so funs Daddy! I got to play on the park and Mrs. Hilly gave me two gold stars today.” Steve lifted Caleb off the ground and cradled him against his hip. He began walking the two of them towards the kitchen.

“Two stars? That’s great bud.”

“Yeah and on da way home I saw punkins on the ground. Mamma says some of them face faces.”

“Yeah, it’s October buddy, that means some people have started decorating.”

“Decorating for what Daddy?”

“Decorating for Halloween.”

“Can we decorate for Halloween?”

“I don’t see why not, do you want to get a pumpkin and put a face on it with me?” Steve smiled at his son and shifted his eyes towards yours.

“Yes! Can we go gets one now Daddy?”

“Not now baby, we can go this weekend though.” You interrupted, noticing the look on Steve's face. He had a hard time saying no to Caleb and you knew that he was about to go put his shoes on and drive thirty minutes away to the nearest pumpkin patch just to see his little boy smile.

‘But I wants to go now, Mamma.” Your little boy whined.

‘I know baby, but if we go now we won’t have enough time to do all the fun things there. Don’t you want to be able to do all of the things they have?”

“What else do the punkin people have?”

“Um, well they usually have a corn maze and tractor rides. They might have a big ol’ room of corn that you can play in as you do at the park. And they might even have animals you can pet.” You said, thinking back to your childhood memories of going to pumpkin patches with your family.

“They have all of that?” His eyes had gotten wide.

“Yeah baby, they have tons of stuff but if we go tonight we won’t have time to do any of it. But if we wait until Saturday we’ll be able to spend the whole day there.”

‘I want to spend forever there!”

“I don’t know about forever buddy, you still have to go to school but we can spend the whole day on Saturday how does that sound?” Steve asked the little boy.

“Sounds good Daddy.”

And so, three days later your little family of three loaded into the SUV all bundled up for a cool day at the pumpkin patch, and made your way further out of town and towards the fall-themed activity.

Your little boy was in the backseat singing along to the songs on the radio and occasionally asking nonsensical questions to either you or Steve. And both of you tried your best to answer them as seriously as you could.

Half an hour later you pulled into the farm and Steve rolled around the dirt parking lot looking for an open spot. It wasn’t too busy which you were grateful for, Steve may not exactly be Captain America anymore but that didn’t mean that he doesn’t still get recognized.

Steve parked the car and jumped out before you could start unbuckling Caleb. You rounded your way to the trunk to grab the backpack you had packed full of some extra snacks, a light blanket in case anyone got cold, and a hat and scarf for Caleb in case he needed it. Your husband and son joined you a moment later, Caleb holding onto Steve’s hand and practically bouncing in place.

“Alright baby, we need to go get our tickets to get inside and then we can do whatever you want.”

“Otay Mamma.”

You passed through the ticket line with ease and without much time passing at all, you were inside. You checked your phone for the time, 10:30.

“Alright baby, what do you want to do first?” You asked, looking towards your son and patiently waiting for him to make his decision. Caleb scanned his surroundings taking in all there was to do and weighing his options carefully. His eyes landed a little ways away at a large pile of hay that several other children were climbing on top of and running up the side.

“Look, Daddy! A mountain of straw!”

“I see buddy, you wanna go play?” Caleb screamed his assent and grabbed his father’s hand pulling him towards the miniature mountain. You followed behind them and took a seat on a nearby bench to watch your boys have their fun.

Steve would lift Caleb into the sky so he could get to the top and then the little boy would count down and push himself down the hill like a slide. Several times, he would just run straight at the pile and bury himself in the looser straw on the surface. At one point Caleb, convinced Steve to climb to the top of the pile and all at once all of the children playing tried to push him off. You laughed loudly and took pictures the entire time.

Eventually, though your baby boy got a little tired and made his way towards you. He was breathing heavily and his entire body was covered in straw. You pulled a few stray pieces from his hair and offered him one of the juice boxes you had packed.

Steve too came towards your sitting place, also covered head to toe in straw. When you arched a single eyebrow at him and looked him up and down, a small plush, and sheepish expression crossed his face and he looked down at his shoes.

When Caleb’s breathing returned to normal you asked him what he wanted to do next and he immediately perked up.

“You said there would be animals to pet Mamma?”

“Yeah, baby I think they have some goats if you wanna pet those.”

The rest of the day followed similarly. Caleb running from activity to activity. Sometimes you joined in, sometimes Steve, sometimes both of you. He was having a blast and you were so happy he was getting to make these fun memories like you had.

Caleb played in the corn pit for a little while, he fed the goats and took a ride on the mini-tractor coaster for the kids. He also had his face painted and the three of you had your photo taken next to the sixteen-foot-tall scarecrow. You all had hotdogs and apple cider for lunch and Caleb insisted that he wanted to go play on the hay pile again.

“When can we get out punkin Mamma?” Caleb said after his third yawn of the last hour. Your little man was fading and fast.

“Right now Baby, let's go get in line for the tractor ride and then we can go out and get our pumpkins. Caleb turned towards Steve and lifted his arms at his father, asking without words to be picked up.

Steve hoisted your son into his arms and the three of you made your way to the actual line to go into the patch. It was nearing time for dinner and you wanted to be able to get your pumpkins and go home before Caleb completely conked out.

One short tractor ride later and the three of you were immersed in the sea of orange gourds. Caleb seemed to perk up when he saw all of the pumpkins and began excitedly running from row to row inspecting them.

Steve and you strolled hand in hand along with him, both of you with soft smiles on your faces as you watched the little man you created having a wonderful day.

“Thank you.” Steve had said, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.

“For what?” You laughed.

‘For this” He gestured towards Caleb, also lifting your intertwined hands and placing a kiss on the back of yours, “I never thought I’d get this, so thank you.” You leaned in and softly kissed him, taking your time to let him know through your affection that you’d do just about anything for him.

“Well then, Thank you too.” You said as you pulled back.

“Mamma! Daddy! Come on, come look!” Your attention was drawn to your son, jumping up and down next to a couple of pumpkins he seemed to have lined up.

“What did you find bud?” Steve asked when the two of you got close enough.

“Good punkins, we can put faces on dem.” he pointed at the three pumpkins he had lined up. You had to admit, it seemed like Caleb had a knack for picking pumpkins. The ones he had grabbed were practically perfect, with only one of two spots on them.

“Good job, baby these are great ones.” You ruffled his hair. “Alright, we gotta bring them back to the tractor so we can take 'em home. You wanna grab one?” He just nodded and went to grab the biggest of the three.

“How ‘bout Daddy take this one and you can take that one,” Steve said pointing toward the other pumpkin on the ground.

“Otay Daddy, but if you need help let me know.” You both softly laughed at how sweet your little boy was.

“Sure thing, buddy.” Steve hiked the largest pumpkin onto one shoulder and went to grab the stem of the one in his arms.

“What are you doing?” You asked him as he lifted the pumpkin from your hands.

“What was the point of marrying a super soldier if you don’t take advantage of the strength.”

“I didn’t marry you for your strength, I married you for your rugged good looks.” You responded and he let out a large guffaw followed by a smaller stream of laughter laughter.

Without your arms full you were free to take pictures of the father-son duo carrying their pumpkins side by side toward the tractor. You helped Caleb load his pumpkin up into the wagon that the passengers rode in and watched as he climbed up the steps into the wooden structure. Steve followed after you and the three of you in the corner with the pumpkins at your feet.

When the wagon started moving it began sort of rocking side to side, lulling your little boy closer and closer to sleep. You were sort of impressed that he had lasted that long and pulled him into your lap so that he could be more comfortable. Not even five minutes later he was asleep with his head rested against your shoulder and his arms around your neck.

The tractor pulled back into the main area of the farm and you had to disembark and grab your pumpkins so that other people could have their turn.

Before you could even start to get up with your sleeping son in your arms, Steve had taken him and lifted him onto his shoulders. He had one of Caleb’s legs on either side of his head and the torso of the little boy was leaning on his head, his little hand resting on Steve’s forehead.

Since he had taken the boy you went to go grab one of the pumpkins but Steve had beaten you to that too. In some miracle, Steve had managed to hold onto not only the sleeping little boy, but all three pumpkins and get off the wagon without jostling any of them too much.

“Steven Grant, let me carry a damn pumpkin.” You chased after your husband, attempting to relieve him of at least one of the decently sized pumpkins.

“Let me think about that.” He kept walking.

“Steve seriously, I look so mean making you carry everything.”

“You’re not making me do anything Honey, I’m doing this of my own free will.”

“Well, will your free will at least let me grab Caleb.”

“He’s comfy up there”

“Yeah mamma, comfy” a little sleep-riddled voice replied from your husband’s shoulders. And Steve let a smirk of victory cross his face.

“Whatever.” You huffed. Following next to your husband and hoping that nobody else thought you were some kind of nightmare woman who made your husband carry everything.

It was a short trek after that to the car and you began to increase your pace so that you’d be able to open the door for Steve to be able to transfer Caleb back into his car seat, but Steve matched your pace easily and you watching as his smirk continued to grow.

He got to the car first and instead of depositing the pumpkins in the trunk, or going to put Caleb in his seat, Steve opened the passenger door for you and gestured for you to get it.

“You’re kidding.” You deadpanned.

“I got this Honey, just get in the car.”. You didn’t argue just shook your head with exasperation and climbed into the car. Turning the heat on and getting the directions home pulled up on your phone.

Meanwhile, Steve, who you’re now convinced was a juggler in a previous life is opening the hatch of the trunk and placing all three pumpkins plus your backpack that you didn’t even realize he had into the space. He pulled Caleb down from his shoulders and placed a kiss on his head. Closing the trunk, he made his way around to Caleb’s door and opened it without moving the sleeping boy an inch. Steve flawlessly deposited him into this seat and buckled him up with astonishing speed and you had to admit to yourself that watching Steve do all of this was turning you on more than you thought it would.

Finally, Steve opened his door and climbed into the car, starting the engine and looking to you for the go-ahead to leave.

You just leaned across the consul and placed a large kiss on his cheek. Making him smile like a schoolboy.

“I love you.” You had said.

“I love you too.” He had replied before shifting the car into reverse and beginning the half-hour drive home.

You looked into the back seat at the tuckered-out boy in his car seat and thanked the universe and Steve all over again for giving you such an amazing little gift.

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kaylinelizabeth4004 · 9 months

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Beggin’

(Broadchurch) Alec Hardy x Reader

Synopsis: Alec has no concept of time and barges in Y/N’s house to investigate. Shenanigans ensue.

Tags: smut, fluff, established relationship, face riding/sitting, oral sex (f receiving), slight praise, no beta we die like his heart

She'd just come out of the shower, hair up in a half hearted bun. Y/N was exhausted, the current case was on her mind. A murder, that was evident. The victim was an old woman in her home, a single gunshot to the chest and her house ransacked. But it didn't look right.

As she changed into some comfy short shorts and an oversized Elvis Presley t-shirt, she visualized the scene in her head. It just wasn't right. She remembered a little purple jewelry box up near the dresser, and it didn't appear to be opened. She made a mental note to check that out, along with the neighbors alibi and how sound could transfer in a duplex.

Of course she knew when she agreed to be a Detective Sergeant that it was going to be time consuming, that this career would become you to an extent. And she wanted that. After she accidentally stumbled into this career and saw her first scene, she knew that was what she wanted with her life. But she hadn't realized that that would mean when she does even the most basic functions, her brain would be so wholly preoccupied. She took her hair out, brushed her teeth, pulled the covers down then went to turn out the lights before climbing into them. And all throughout it, she was speculating about silencers and times of death.

Her head had barely hit the pillow before she heard a banging at her front door. She laid there for a moment, contemplating her options. It was either some tragedy has happened or some idiot come to hurt her. And quite frankly she knew she could hold her own. Y/N wasn't a fool, she wasn't going to go answer it without precaution. She quickly went and retrieved a bread knife from the kitchen before going to the door.

The knife was in position when she opened it. Instead of finding some craved criminal, or even some sobbing family member, she found her boyfriend/boss with a box of papers.

"Alec? It's one in the morning."

His eyes narrowed at the sight of her. He looked tired, but he did always look just a little tired. His hair was messed up and his beard just a touch scruffy.

"I don't trust Anderson."

"What?" She asked. He didn't answer as he walked into her house and deposited the box of files on her kitchen table. She didn't mind Alec coming over, hell she loved the chance to see him, but this was all a little unprompted for her.

"Y/N, didya get anything on Imogen Walker? I don't like her. I also don't like this bloke, who does he think he is? Fucking hell," Alec started pulling stuff out to work on.

Y/N wanted to protest, but she also knew that she wasn't going to get much sleep even if she tried. This was at least productive and she got to spend time with him. She grabbed a blanket from the living room, wrapped it around herself, and sat down at the table.

"Imogen has a few misdemeanors but nothing of this caliber, nothing that would suggest murder." She said, "As for Gary, he did have a stay in the hospital back in his twenties for mental illness. I requested the documents for the diagnosis and behavior during the stay but they probably won't come in until later today or tomorrow. I think you need to focus on her niece, her alibi is shaky at best."

If Y/N focused on DI Alec Hardy's face, she might have seen the shadow of a smile on his lips that he quickly hid with other possible motives and questions. He'd never say so, but he loved these moments. The times when he could share what he was truly passionate about with someone that he truly loved ... Those moments were the best. All he would need was Daisy cracking jokes in the corner for this moment to be complete.

It was long after the sun came up before Y/N finally decided to make some tea for the two of them. She told Alec who grumbled a one worded response she didn't bother to try and understand. Maybe it was Alec or the case, but she strangely wasn't tired. Her mind kept whirling with all the possibilities and she enjoyed the time with Alec.

"Y/N! Do you have the SOCO reports from the car in there?" Hardy called to her. "I need to call -"

He stopped, looking at her from above his glasses, his lips still perched out from his words that fell forgotten. She gave him a strange look, placing the two cuppas down on the table then passing him the SOCO report he'd wanted. Yet he still stared, didn't even bother to say a word. "Hardy?"

DI Alec Hardy was not a man of many words, but when he needed to use words he always had the right thing to say. Or at least he believed it to be the right thing to say. But now, in a moment when words would definitely be helpful, he had nothing. He just stared like a man gone wild. Y/N didn't even know what he was staring at, and she shifted awkwardly on her feet. Which drew extra attention.

"Alec? What're you looking at?"

He seemed to snap out of it, shoving his glasses up his nose and glancing back down at the paper. Y/N didn't know what to make of it, but thought perhaps he was exhausted. She pulled the kitchen chair to her, putting a leg on either side so she could rest her chest on the back of it while she read. And yet again, she looked up to see his warm brown eyes trapped on her and her body.

"Alec?" He didn't answer. "Alec! What's going on?"

Alec adjusted in his seat and said calmly, "nothing."

"Bull."

"Nothing is wrong. Can we continue?"

She felt silly for a moment, maybe she was exaggerating. Then she propped a leg on the chair and she saw his eyes wander again. Okay enough was enough. "Alec, what the hell?"

"Y/N-"

"Oh ho, don't Y/N me to try and get out of answering my question. What's got you looking at me at all weird?"

A pink started to spread on his cheeks and ears, but he looked away. No way, she thought. There's no way 'shitface' just blushed. Yes they'd been dating and she knew he was more than that nickname, but sometimes the occasion calling for it. Like when was blushing early in the morning for no reason, and she'd never seen him blush unless they were making love. Oh. Oh. Her eyes widened, and she felt a little smile on her lips. She stood up slowly, watching the way he tried to fight his gaze from following after.

"Alec, anything you want to tell me?" Y/N went and sat down on the edge of the table in front of him. He swallowed.

"Don't laugh."

"Darling, I would never laugh."

He rolled his eyes and looked away, not having the strength to say it while looking at her. He swiped his glasses off and groaned. "I... those shorts. I really like those shorts."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. That was not quite the answer she was expecting. "The shorts?"

"Your thighs, they... I like seeing them."

Her mouth fell open in a little o, adjusting her legs slightly as though thinking about them meant she had to move them. He likes her thighs, enough to distract him from work. Alec saw this reaction and immediately flushed darker, "you think I'm stupid."

"Gosh, no, no, no not at all," she said, "I just didn't know."

He still seemed embarrassed. Alec grabbed his glasses and shoved them back on his face, going to grab his work again. But Y/N felt bad, she certainly hadn't meant it like that, she would never shame him for something in the bedroom. She just wanted to know. And she found it very sweet that he found her so attractive. It made her feel sexy.

With a gentle touch she made him set his paper down. He looked with wide eyes. Y/N moved with slow, deliberate movements so Alec could take the time to digest it all. She carefully climbed onto his chair until her thighs were straddling him in his seat, though she hovered above him. She could see his adam's apple bob up and down as she placed her weight on him, leaning forward to take his glasses off. They were so close she could feel his warm breath on her cheeks. She smiled, "hi."

His large hands came to rest on her thighs almost instinctively, squeezing the flesh there. From under her, she could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against his pants. It made her rock her hips just slightly to meet it. He let out a hiss, grip tightening. She quite liked him holding her there, the way he ran his hands down the length of her thighs with a tight grip. He cherished them.

"Y/N..." he murmured, eyes half shut as he lifted a hand to cup her jaw. She leaned in and captured his lips with her own, exploring the kiss and grinding against his hips as he branded her with his touch. She always loved the feeling of his kisses, the way he fell into her touch like it was instinctual. His jaw was always delightfully scratchy and she loved to run her fingers along his beard.

When they broke and their foreheads fell against each other, each gasping for breath, he spoke softly. "Darling.. I have a request."

Alec didn't often ask for much in the bedroom. Y/N certainly wasn't trying to prevent him, he just tended to stay quiet. So she pressed a soft kiss to his scratchy beard and nodded for him to continue. He swallowed nervously before continuing, "I've this fantasy. I've only had it for you."

Alec got embarrassed sometimes when talking about sex. Oh sure, he was great during the act. But he always treated any fantasies or ideas as something stupid and silly. But Y/N didn't think that, she wanted to make it pleasurable for the both of them. If he was willing to do things for her, then she would be willing to do things for him. In a voice that came out far huskier than she intended, she said, "I want to hear it."

"I, I want you to sit on my face."

Her eyebrows shot up and she pulled away to look at him, to check that was what he wanted. His flush got darker and he tried to turn away, but she grabbed his face before he could. The corner of her mouth quirked up, "Alec Hardy, even in your fantasies you want to go down on me. Are you sure that's what you want?"

He nodded vigorously, his gaze intense. She nodded an affirmation and got off, offering a hand for him to take as she guided him into the bedroom. "Tell me where you want us."

Alec nodded. He began to take off his clothing, tossing them on the chair in the corner. Then he got onto the bed near the headboard and told you to strip as well. Here came the part he got excited about, even if excited for Alec meant a pair of wild eyebrows lifted high.

Now naked, Y/N went from the edge of the bed and crawled up to him, showing off her assets. He took a deep shaking breath. She situated herself so her cunt was right above Alec's head, thighs already shaking slightly but she was determined to stay above. Then she felt his hands grab at the back of her thighs, pulling her down.

"Alec!" She squealed, "I can't! What if I hurt you?"

"Hurt you?" He asked in an incredulous way, as though the thought was the furthest thing from his mind. "How could you hurt me?"

"My weight on you.."

He answered what he believed to be a silly question with a silly answer, and dragged her down squarely on his mouth. She laughed a little as she settled, but his hot tongue on her clit was enough to distract her to silence. Well, not silence, but certainly not laughter.

This was a sensation unlike any she'd had. Alec had gone down on her before and it was bloody fantastic, she always left panting and delirious with pleasure. But this seemed to open a whole new wave of sensations. He came into it with a crazed intensity, yearning to taste every part of her he could. His touch was everywhere, hot as it skimmed over her skin and seared her. His lips were plush as they parted to let his tongue slide along her folds, tasting her. That delightful beard was going to cause a rash tomorrow morning but she didn't care as she rocked her hips to meet his tongue's ministrations.

She tasted like sweat and sex and everything good in the world, if he could bottle it up he would. Though in the back of his mind he knew Y/N worried about crushing him with her weight, it was that sensation of being fully engulfed by her that he was so attracted to. Those burning thighs were right by his head, holding him there and clenching with each stroke of pleasure. He held onto them tightly, letting her know just how much he enjoyed it. It was better than just regular oral, it was deeper and intimate. One look up at her was enough to make him shudder and hold her tighter. She looked like a goddess, head thrown back with those raspy little moans pouring from her. Her breasts heaved on her chest, begging to be touched. If he died then and there, with the image of her above him, he'd die a very happy man.

Y/N gasped his name over and over, rolling her hips and meeting his expert tongue. He was everywhere, scorching all of her. Alec’s touch was making her dizzy with pleasure and if she wasn’t careful she’d never leave her spot here. That coil inside of her started to tighten, twisting as tingles were sent all throughout her body. She could feel her orgasm coming, tightening and tightening until with a sobbing gasp she came on Alec Hardy’s tongue.

He never stopped for one second, just lapping at her oversensitive clit until he could feel her coming down from her high. Then he adjusted, helping guide her down his body so he was sitting and she was straddling him. She melted against his chest, head in the crook between his shoulder and neck, breaths uneven.

“Oh my god,” she said finally.

Alec kissed her forehead and rubbed her back, “thank you, darling.”

She gave him a thumbs up, “you tell me all your fantasies, love, because holy fuck.”

Alec nodded, “duly noted.”

“Shut up,” she said, burying her face deeper into him with a smile.

#broadchurch #broadchurch fanfiction #i’m happy the 12 of you who read broadchurch fics will enjoy this #alec hardy #alec hardy x reader #alec hardy fanfic #Alec Hardy is shy and bad at asking for what he wants #but we love him anyway #no beta we die like danny #damn that’s harsh #fanfic #shenandoah I long to stop Becca from reading this fic #no one will get that reference but them and if you do get it I swear you do not know me in real life #I don’t exist I am a figment of your imagination like Alec’s mental health #we don’t exist

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lau219 · 2 months

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Part 7

Previous part here

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Y/N had to bite her cheek so hard that she almost drew blood, trying not to smile as she looked at Henry. His face was the sweetest, most pathetic combination of embarrassment and nervousness as he and Max stood on her welcome mat in the exact same situation they’d been in the previous week.

“I forgot my key again,” Henry had said after she’d opened the door and greeted them.

“And the phone?” Y/N asked him, still trying not to smile.

“Forgot that, too,” Henry replied with a sheepish expression.

Finally, she allowed herself to smile.

“That’s ok,” she said. “Come on inside.”

Henry and Max followed her through the front door, and she gestured towards the living room.

“You guys know where everything is,” she said.

After the boys had settled onto the couch, she spoke to Henry again.

“Has your dad still been having to work late, or will he be home around dinner time?”

“He’s still been working late,” Henry replied. “I don’t think the guy who works for him is there a lot anymore. He gave me some money this morning and told me I could order a pizza for me and Max because he probably wouldn’t be home until after dinner.”

Y/N inwardly winced. She guessed that Emmett probably wasn’t happy with himself that he’d had to do that, but if he was now mostly on his own at work, what choice could he have had? She herself also didn’t like the idea of the boys being alone for so long. She looked at Henry again as she spoke.

“I’ll make you guys some dinner later. As for the money, put it in the piggy bank – I won’t tell your dad if you won’t.” She winked at him before heading into the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N then picked up her phone off the counter and pulled up Emmett’s number. She hadn’t talked to him since she’d been chatting with Stacy the other evening, but she’d had a hard time thinking of much else after everything Melissa had informed her of. Emmett’s number was still in her phone from when she’d called him the first time Henry and Max had come knocking, and she took another deep breath before sending him a quick text message.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•

Wiping his hands on a rag, Emmett reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone as he heard the chime of a message coming through. When he saw the number which he now recognized but hadn’t saved (it’s not like she’d be calling him again, he’d figured), he felt slightly nervous as he opened his messages and tapped on the one from her.

The boys are at my place – Henry forgot the key again. He said you’ll be late, so I’ll make them some dinner. Don’t rush, just do whatever you need to do. We’ll be here whenever you get home, just let yourself in the side door.

Dumbfounded was the only word that could describe Emmett at that moment. Just like the last time, their previous confrontation seemed to be completely forgotten, and Y/N’s attitude about the boys being with her was natural and breezy. It was almost impossible for Emmett to wrap his head around the fact that not only did Y/N so willingly welcome Max and Henry, but she did so even when she and him weren’t in the chummiest of places. When it came to the kids, she was completely selfless. The even crazier thing was that she didn’t seem to even be aware of how above and beyond she was being; it just came from her without her having any expectations.

At any other time, Emmett would have left work and gone and got them. Despite how willing she sounded, he would still have taken them off her hands and just called it an early night. But as of earlier today, he was now totally on his own, his employee having regretfully quit that morning. He was going to fall behind schedule, and he currently was in the middle of a repair that couldn’t be abandoned halfway through.

As much as he hated to do it, because he didn’t want the boys wearing out their welcome or Y/N thinking he didn’t care enough to come and get them, he had to take her up on her offer. He sent her a reply.

Sorry, I’m stuck in the middle of something. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Tell Henry he’s never leaving the house again unless that key is taped to his forehead.

Emmett read Y/N’s reply a moment later and couldn’t help but smile. He was suddenly glad that Henry had forgotten the key again.

Don’t apologize; it’s no problem. But you might want to use super glue instead.😉

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“Do you and my dad hate each other?”

Standing at the sink, Y/N nearly dropped the plate she was rinsing into the basin as she heard what Max had said. Immediately, she whipped around and looked at him as he sat at her kitchen island.

“What?!” she asked him, stunned.

Max’s expression was innocent and hesitant, but he repeated his question.

“Do you and my dad hate each other?”

“No, of course not!” Y/N replied as she wiped her hands with a towel while walking closer to him. “Why do you think that?”

Max shyly looked down from her eyes to the countertop.

“Well, you guys fight sometimes, and then you don’t talk to each other for a while,” he said. “And after Henry’s baseball game, you both looked angry after you were talking, and you didn’t say bye to us before you left,” he finished quietly.

Y/N’s heart was breaking as she looked at Max. She felt horrible that the little arguments between she and Emmett had not only been noticeable to Max, and likely Henry, too, but that it had caused Max to feel upset. Additionally, she had no idea what kind of things had happened between Emmett and his ex-wife, or what Max may have witnessed, but if fighting had been any part of that, she couldn’t stand the idea that her and Emmett’s pointless little squabbles had possibly triggered bad memories of that for the boys.

Y/N stepped even closer to Max and leaned against the island.

“Max, look at me,” she said.

He raised his head.

“Your dad and I do not hate each other,” she said.

Truthfully, for all she knew, Emmett did hate her after the way she’d treated him the other night, but Max didn’t need to know that. He needed to feel like his world was perfect. She tried to think of an explanation that would make sense to him and help him feel better.

“Sometimes, your dad and I don’t agree about some things, and so we have little arguments, but that doesn’t mean we hate each other.” She leaned on her forearms across the counter as she looked at him. “You and Henry fight sometimes, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Max said, nodding his head.

“Ok, but you don’t hate each other, right? You still care about each other, and after a while, you’re not mad anymore, right?”

“Right,” Max said, and she could see the tiniest hint of a smile beginning to form on his face.

“Well, it’s the same way with me and your dad,” she said. “Just because we argue sometimes doesn’t mean that we hate each other. In fact, I think your dad is pretty great. Did you know that he came back over here the other night to fix something for me?”

“Yeah,” Max nodded.

“See? He wouldn’t have done that for me if we hated each other.”

“Sometimes, even when Henry’s mad at me, he still helps me with my homework,” Max said as his face brightened.

“See?” Y/N said again. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” She paused for a moment before finishing. “I want you to believe me, kiddo, we do not hate each other, ok?”

“Ok,” Max replied, his smile now returning to its full brightness.

Y/N smiled back at him.

“Good,” she said.

There was a brief pause as she reached across the island and pulled a plate towards them.

“So, you really think my dad is cool?” Max asked her.

“Well, yeah, but not as cool as you,” Y/N replied with another smile. “Now, how many cookies do you think we can eat before Henry comes in here and catches us?”

•.•.•.•.•.•.•

Emmett was frozen at the bottom of Y/N’s back stairs by the side door, having pulled it partially open before he’d overheard the conversation she was having with Max. He probably would have remained there, still processing the sweetly assuring way she was talking to him, but when he heard her walk across the floor and open the refrigerator, he pulled the door the rest of the way open before making himself known.

“We’re in here,” Y/N responded to him, and he entered the kitchen to see Max sitting at Y/N’s kitchen island with his hand poised over a plate of cookies.

“Hi, Dad!” Max said as he looked up.

“Hey, bud, you ready to go home?” Emmett asked him.

“I was gonna have a cookie,” he replied, a look of disappointment on his face.

Emmett watched as Y/N smiled at Max.

“You can take it with you, ok?” she said. “Go get your stuff and then you can grab it on your way out.”

“Ok,” Max said. He then hopped off the barstool and made his way past them.

“Bring your brother back with you,” Emmett said to him as Max went through the doorway to the living room.

After Max had left, Emmett met Y/N’s eyes.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” he said to her. “I’m so sorry that this happened, but it won’t happen again.”

Y/N shook her head.

“Don’t apologize,” she said. “It’s my pleasure. I told you, they’re angels.”

“I don’t know how to thank you,” he said again.

“You already did, in the form of a functioning furnace,” she smiled.

Emmett smiled back, but then Y/N’s face became serious.

“Speaking of which, I want to apologize,” she said. “I’m sorry for how I spoke to you the other night. You were doing me a favor and I shouldn’t have said what I did. I overreacted.”

Emmett shook his head. He would have forgiven her regardless, but the knowledge of what Stacy had shared with him made it all the easier.

“No, I should apologize,” he said. “I’m sorry for giving you a hard time; I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

Relieved that he accepted her apology, Y/N shook her head again and was about to say something else when Max and Henry came plodding into the kitchen.

“You better not have left a mess in there,” Emmett said to them as he nodded towards where they’d come from.

“We didn’t,” Henry replied. Then he turned around to face Y/N. “Thanks a lot, Y/N. I’m sorry I forgot again.”

“That’s ok, honey,” Y/N responded as she smiled at him. “I like having you here.”

Henry smiled.

“Bye,” he said, and he passed Emmett and headed for the door, Max on his heels as he also piped a thank you and goodbye to her.

“I’ll be right there,” Emmett said to them, and he tossed Henry his keys as they went through the door. Y/N looked at him as he turned back to her.

“Is everything ok at work?” she asked him. “Henry said something about your guy not being there as often as he used to be, or something like that.”

Emmett sighed.

“He quit this morning,” he said. “His mom is sick and he needs to take care of her, so as of today it’s just me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Y/N replied with a frown. “Are you still gonna be able to do what you need to do?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t even really been able to think about it yet.” Emmett reached up and ran a hand over the back of his neck before continuing. “I’m gonna have to continue staying late for a while and figure out some other stuff with the boys’ schedules.”

Y/N was silent for a moment. She hated the thought of the boys having to be alone so much, and she could only imagine the stress that this was going to put on Emmett. After a beat, she spoke.

“You know, they can keep coming here if you want. If they want.” She looked at him and continued. “I’m home by 3 each day, so they can just come here when camp’s over. Or they can still go home, but then I can check in on them. I mean, I know Henry’s old enough that they can be on their own, but I can be around just in case, and I can make them dinner any night that you have to stay especially late.”

Emmett looked at her, shocked by her offer and not knowing what to say.

“I can’t ask you to do that,” he finally replied. It was too generous and too much of a commitment on her part.

“You’re not asking; I’m offering,” she said. “I’m around anyway, so I can just be available for them if they need anything or want to hang out here. And this way, if Henry forgets the key from time to time, they know they can just come here and not feel bad about asking.”

Emmett still didn’t know what to say, but she continued then.

“But my shift in the ER starts at 6:00 a.m., so you just have to promise me you’ll always be home by 9:00 p.m. at the latest – that’s my bedtime,” she smiled.

Emmett smiled back, thinking how adorable she looked, but he shook his head again.

“I can’t ask you to do that,” he repeated.

“And you didn’t,” she replied gently.

After holding her gaze for another moment, he spoke.

“I’ll mention it to the boys,” he said.

“Good,” Y/N smiled. “Henry will be happy to hear it, I’m sure. He wasn’t too keen on the super glue idea.”

They both laughed, and then Emmett thanked her again before heading for the door, where he then found himself wanting to linger a moment longer.

“Oh, by the way,” he said, turning to face her a final time before he went through the door. “Just for the record, Max is not cooler than me.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as Emmett winked at her and she realized he’d heard her conversation with Max. But before she could say anything, he gave her a final smile and walked down her kitchen steps, heading outside and closing her door behind him.

Part 8

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smellystars · 3 months

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Get Some Relief

Credit: @theleomars

You came to the bedroom holding a can of ginger ale and some antiacids in hopes of being of help. You placed them on the bedsidetable and laid down on the couch with him, touching his thick thigh to let him know you were there.

“How are you feeling?”

He just looked at you and with a grimace on his face and closed his eyes.

*BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMPPPPPT! BRRRPPTT!*

Two rumbles, one larger than the other, shook the bedframe and singlehandedly elevated the room’s temperature. The first one, 8 seconds long and resembling the sound of motorcycle, managed produce the stench of spoiled meat, while the second, only two seconds in length, somehow was warm enough to to undo a few of threads on the the couch.

You had to admit it was partially your fault too. You loved Angelo, but knew people would question you for dating a man with such powerful gas, so you asked him to hold it in in public, especially around your family. You knew very well what that meant once you returned home, he would let it all loose, and possibly destroy the apartment once again.

“I think today is gonna be one of the worst night babe” He said, before grabbing the ginger ale and taking a few sips

You already knew the drill, you quickly got up to to take the picture frames off the walls and try to ensure all glass was on the floor so it would not break from the vibrations caused by your boyfriends fart hurricanes. No sooner did you stand that you were knocked over by a huge invisible force.

*BBBBBBBOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRPPPP!*

His lips had parted to let out a large 5 second belch that had enough strength to know you over along the books on the bookshelf across the room.

“Ahh that’s better” he sighed with relief.

“I am glad my love” you said,regaining your composure and resuming your goal of ensuring the mess that was bound to happen did not get worse. You were comin in and out of the room, trying to put the plants out into the balcony, when you noticed he had his leg lifted into the air, knee touching his chest.

BrbrbrbrbBRBRBRBbrbrbrbrbrBRBRBRBRBBRBRBRBRBbbbbbrrrrrrrrrBRBRBRBRbrrr

A long, bubbly fart fluttered out his shorts, the smell of digested meat only getting more intense even with balcony door open. The sound was loud enough you saw the apartment walls shake a bit, the book you left on the coffee table being blown open and a few of the cars parked outside the building having their alarms triggered.

You saw ripples being sent down the his shorts’ fabric as the bubbly symphony went on for what felt like multiple minutes. Fuck, how did such a handsome man manage to rip such beastly farts? It continued for a few seconds until it came to a close.

“Sorry babe”

“It’s okay babe, just try and hold the next till i get all the plants out, don’t want any more wilting”

“I hope the neighbors don’t complain” Said Angelo with a hint of worry.

“Trust me, if I lived near someone with farts like yours the last thing I would want is to make that person upset” You said, trying to cheer him up.

Once done with the plants you move on to the frames. You two had learned your lesson after a particularly gassy night, where a forty second monster of a fart exited Angelo’s rear end and managed to shake the walls violently enough to cause most frames to fall an break.

As you were in the middle of it you noticed Angelo biting his lower lip, one eye closed and leg raised again, this time his knee digging into his belly.

*bbbbbrrrrr-

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMTTTTTTTTTT!!*

What started out as a small buzz turned into pure ass rippage as the gas rushed from Angelo’s stomach down to his anus and proceeded to make an scandalous exit. The fart lasted well over a minute, with the smell only getting worse. What shocked you the most was the sheer strength of it; however, as it managed to push you against the wall and hold you there throughout its duration.

After what felt like hours, his stinky symphony came to an end releasing you from your suspended prison cracks forming across the apartment walls. “Baby come to bed” your boyfriend spoke laying motioning you to join him on your smelly stained mattress. Before getting into bed you walked around ensuring anything that could fall was removed from high ground and opening every window in your apartment.

“It’s going to be a long night” you said while climbing into bed snuggling with your still booted boyfriend. You start rubbing his stomach hoping to help with his gas until,

FFFFFFRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOWWWPPPPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

A loud burst of gas shook the bed and floor and stopped just as quickly as it started. “Sorry” Angelo says as you both drift to sleep in each other embrace. The suns bright rays signals the start of a new day as you turn to look at Angelo’s glowing face. You don’t take a second to kiss him and despite the constant needing the grab the sheets from flying away during the night. You turn over to look at your phone lined with notification.

“Good Morning babe” Angelo says smiling widely while stretching. “Whew I feel so much better now. What are you looking at?” You show him the countless reports about constant shaking throughout the night and a horrid odor that swept the street and currently still lingers. Angelo laughs nervously, “Well, better out than in, right?”

#male farts #malehyperfarts #fart story #hyperfarts

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am-i-interrupting · 3 months

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Walk Home | Vox x Alastor’s Child— OATSH

Summary: A certain TV show host comes to your book signing and stays for a while after.

“Thank you so much for the support,” you said as a young woman clutched her now signed book to her chest and walked away.

You looked up at who was next in line, ready to begin the same bullshit you’d done for the last hour and a half but stopped as you saw a familiar show host.

“Any chance I could get this signed?” he asked with a smug smile as you stared at him.

“Of course,” you told him. He handed you the book and you put your pen to the interior. “What exactly are you doing here?”

“Like I said, I’d like to get to know you,” he replied.

“Oh? And stalking me is going to get you good favor?” you asked.

“It’s not stalking if it’s public knowledge.”

“Mmm hm. I suppose that may be true.”

“Suppose? Well, I had hoped you’d say you agreed but maybe if not to that then maybe you’d agree to meeting me later this evening?”

You snapped the book shut, eyes staring into his. You extended your arm slowly, carefully, precisely to hold his attention. He leaned a bit forward to get closer to you as he took it.

“Perhaps you’ll have to stick around and find out,” you told him in a whisper.

“I think I will,” he said before walking away.

You quickly shook yourself as you turned to address the next person in line.

When the time came where everyone packed their bags, you were ready to go. Not necessarily home. You’d been sitting for hours. You wanted to move. Just standing felt like such a big relief.

You stretched your hands above your head as you began walking towards the exit. Close to the wall, leaning against it was the show host. He kicked himself upright and opened the door for you.

“So, do I have the honor of accompanying you tonight?” he asked.

“On one condition,” you told him, “you understand that I’m not looking to hand myself over to an active duty man tonight or most nights to be frank.”

“I hadn’t been under the assumption you were,” he said.

“Good because I’ve had far too many men make that mistake before. It’s why I enjoy fairer company,” you said.

“I’d imagine it gets tiring,” he said.

“It does. Now, have you been to the Pandemonium?”

“I. . .” He blinked several times. “Yes, once.”

“Good, because I need to get buzzed at the least and ideally go for a loop ‘round the bender to forgot the bore that was today,” you told him. You looked over and saw his brows furrow. “What?”

“Nothing, you are just so surprising,” he said. “You’re, and I don’t mean any offense, not what you appear like.”

“Well, that’s the thing about appearances, they’re just that an appearance. This is all for show,” you said with a gesture towards your clothing. “I was raised by a serial killer and call girls, I’m far from decent.”

“I wouldn’t call you indecent company,” he said.

You rolled your eyes.

The rest of the walk and for the rest of the night the two of you made small talk. He asked you questions. You gave half truths. You asked him questioned and were given what you believed to be the same.

“You’ve had more to drink than me,” he said, words more than a bit slurred. “How are you not absolutely sloshed?”

A smile spread across your face, “I’ve got that New Orleans blood in me, honey.”

“Honey,” he repeated. “I like the way you say that.”

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough,” you said.

You began to pull your wallet out but he batted your hand away without touching. He pulled out his own instead and put some money on the bar as he stood up, leaning on the counter.

“Let me walk you home,” you told him.

“Oh? You’re walking me home now?” he asked.

“Only because you’re staggering instead of strutting,” you told him. “Now, where do you live?”

He gave you the directions and you followed him, making sure he didn’t topple on the way. Some confusion as to where he kept his spare key happened before you were able to unlock the door.

“Come in, won’t you?”

You looked out of the corner of your eye at his neighbors’ house, the porch lights on. “I’ll have to decline.”

“The neighbors don’t talk,” he said. “Even if they did, what more could they say than what a lucky man I am to have such a beautiful woman in my home?”

“You can’t know that,” you told him.

“They’ve never talked before,” he said. “Besides, we won’t do anything, just talk. I enjoy your company.”

“They don’t know that,” you replied. “Good night.”

“Sleep tight.”

You laughed to yourself. “You are far past—“ you dared to reach a finger out to poke at his forehead; he nearly tipped backwards—“tipsy.”

You reached for the doorknob and closed the door. Then you spun around and began making your way back to your hotel. There was liquor still on your lips and bit of a sashay to your hips as you walked through the dim streets.

You collapsed on the mattress still riding the combined trip of alcohol and good company.

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traffic-was-a-b1tch · 7 days

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anthem of the heart

(jake kiszka x reader) 18+

summary: you and your best friend move into a new apartment after college, wanting a fresh start in nashville. however, you come to find that your neighbors are musicians. very loud musicians who like to keep you up at night. especially one, who likes to bother you on purpose. you would hate him… if he wasn’t so hot.

warnings for overall series: eventual SMUT!!!, angst, mentions of past abuse (not jake), abuse (not jake), mentions of past sexual assault (not jake), sexual assault (not jake), enemies to lovers, cursing, let me know if I missed any. (i’m still making this series up as I go along so it might change)

warnings for this chapter: SMUT, unprotected p in v (WRAP IT UP), oral (m rec), dom!jake, jealous jake 😩, katoptronophilia (mirror kink), breeding kink (if you squint), spanking, kissing, cursing, let me know if I missed any!

author’s note: heyyyy! sorry for the long wait! I was on a small road trip with some friends so I took a break! although, I think this installment will be worth it ;). thank you again for all the love on this series! let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! as always, please feel free to give me feedback, requests, comments, etc. enjoy!!!

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Chapter Nine:

you were ecstatic.

you practically skipped out of the building and down the street. you were so happy nothing could ruin it.

immediately you called kaylee (because bros before hoes) and told her.

“NO. FUCKING. WAY!!!! i’m so happy for you!!! ok, we’re definitely celebrating tonight!!!”

you laughed and agreed before hanging up to text jake.

“guess what? I got the job!!!”, you sent.

you put your phone away and started walking to the parking garage.

almost immediately, you got a text back.

“I knew you would.”

you were unable to contain the smile that grew on your face. then another text came in.

“proud of you.”

your heart skipped a beat and you felt like flying.

getting in your car, you turned it on and buckled your seatbelt. then you screamed, pushing all your happiness to exit your soul. you screamed till you lungs got tight and there was no more air to be released. it wasn’t going to work, though. you just accepted that you were going to feel amazing today.

you drove home listening to oldies and drumming your fingers on the wheel. your joy was infectious and you were so excited to get home and relax before celebrating.

you raced inside your apartment building and nearly sprinted up the stairs to your floor. as soon as you opened your front door, kaylee was running to you. she grabbed your hands and you both jumped up and down screaming excitedly.

“you have got to tell me EVERYTHING!” she was using her squeaky, high voice.

just as you were opening your mouth to speak, an electric guitar cut you off. the riff was fast and sharp. it cut through the air and straight into your brain when you realized that it was are you gonna be my girl by jet.

you grinned and kaylee knew immediately what was going on.

“ughhh, you can tell me later. go see what mr. hendrix wants.”

you squeezed her hands, silently thanking her and promising you’d be fast.

you didn’t even get to knock before the door swung open, and you saw him.

jake stood there in front of you playing the last few notes of the song. you smiled at him, loving watching him play for you. he finished and looked up to smirk at you.

“hi, stranger”, you teased as you walked right by him and into the apartment.

he closed the door, shaking his head and simpering. he almost threw his guitar off and to the side as he made his way to you.

he sprinted over to you and tackled you in a hug. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he moved you in closer by your waist. you couldn’t help but squeal in delight as he lifted you off the ground and spun you in a circle.

jake let you back down and pulled away to look you in the eyes.

“congratulations!” he beamed at you. “this is amazing for you.”

“I know, thank you!”

“aaaaand…”, he trailed. “I have news too.”

you raised your eyebrows, eager to know.

“the band booked a set at the basement.”

“the basement?”, you questioned.

“a rock bar not far from here. it’s known for making local talent into household names.” his eyes were lighting up just talking about this event. you could tell it was something he had been waiting for.

“what? that’s so so great! what time tonight?”

“8”, he smiled from ear to ear. but then he backtracked a little, “well, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to. you’ve had a big day and I would completely understand if you wanted to stay home and relax-“

“jake, stop. of course i’m coming. my roommate, kaylee, and I were planning on going to celebrate anyway.” you grinned at him, showing that you meant every word you were saying.

“and plus”, you added, “kaylee hasn’t seen you play yet. she’s only heard it through the wall.”

you both laughed, and you instantly realized you wanted to hear his laugh on repeat for the rest of your life.

“let’s hope she’ll come around to it”, he encouraged, eyes locked on you.

you got butterflies.

“so”, he began, “see you at 8?”

“i’ll be there”, you leaned in and kissed him. then, pulling away, added, “baby.”

his blush crept up on his cheeks, at a loss for words. it was finally time for you to leave him speechless.

you backed up and turned, leaving his apartment with a small sway of your hips.

now to get ready to celebrate.

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a couple hours later, you were just finishing up your makeup and dabbing a little more glitter on your eyes. you were going for a heavier look tonight: a bit of contour, blush, a smoky eye with glitter, and a swipe of black honey on your lips. you paired this makeup with a sparkly black party dress and black strappy kitten heels.

you looked damn good.

it was very much a bar look; seductive and darker than you would normally go. but you wanted to let loose tonight. and as much as you wanted to dress up for jake, you wanted to make sure that this night was mainly in celebration of the accomplishments you had made in your career.

as well as the perfect outfit and makeup, you made sure to put work into your hair. you wanted it to look freshly blown out, so you were fluffing it up with some product.

“hey, you ready to go?”, kaylee called to you from the living room.

“yep, i’m ready!” you met her out there, still messing with your hair.

“oh, honey”, she took in your appearance. “it’s perfect. you look amazing.”

“thank you!”, you replied giddily. “now let’s go!”

the drive to the bar was full of you and kaylee singing to the radio. you were both horrible at singing but loved belting your favorite pop songs.

after you both finished screaming one of your favorites, you turned down the radio and asked her a question.

“hey, did anything ever happen with aaron?”

you had been so caught up with your own love life that you had completely forgotten about kaylee’s. she had had one serious boyfriend in college, tom, but ever since they broke up a year ago, she’s been enjoying one night stands. aaron was one of the moving guys who became her latest one night stand.

“nope”, she popped the ‘p’ harshly. “just another player who left before I could wake up.”

you reached over from the drivers seat and squeezed her hand, “aww i’m so sorry, kay.”

she scoffed and looked at you, “I just need a quiet type, you know? one that wants to take me on picnic dates and walks on the beach. someone who thinks flowers aren’t ‘too expensive’.”

that last jab was directed at tom because of what he told her when she asked why he never got her flowers. but then again, you expected that from him. you always had a bad feeling about him.

“one that won’t leave you in the middle of a movie to go get drunk with his friends at a strip club?” you were referring to an infamous incident that tom did.

she glared at you, “exactly. someone completely different than him. different than all the other dumbass dicks that I attract. someone sweet and caring.”

you agreed. there was nobody you wanted to see kaylee with than a sweet guy who treated her like the queen she was.

you pulled into the bar and parked in the back. the prominent ‘The Basement’ sign adorned the front and made you antsy. the reality of being out again was intoxicatingly fun. it had been at least 6 months since you went out with kaylee, so this was long overdue.

you entered the front door, taking in the buzz of neon signs that made the whole place glow with blue and red.

it was definitely a rock bar. the energy that seeped from every crevice of this place was edgy to say the least. but you liked it, a lot.

it didn’t take you long to spot jake and the rest of the boys setting up on the stage.

jake was clad in some dark jeans, a nice belt, and a dark blue button up with the sleeves rolled up. the fact that it was a button up was ironic because only a few buttons were connected, leaving his chest open to show the many chains and medallions that dangled from his neck. he also had some chelsea boots and rings on. he was stunning.

you would’ve waved, but he was currently concentrated on the wires connecting to his guitar pedal. he hadn’t seen you yet, so you decided to let him be and go get a drink.

the bar was starting to fill steadily, so you were surprised that you found such good seats at the bar. they were directly across from the stage, giving you a perfect view of the band. you quickly claimed them and got the bartender’s attention to order yourself a vodka redbull.

you were gonna get fucking blitzed tonight.

kaylee ordered a coke. you had begged her to drink with you, promising to uber there and back so you wouldn’t have to worry about a dd. but she declined, saying that she wanted to personally look after you tonight. you had grumbled but ultimately agreeing and trusting her judgment. the bartender returned with your drinks, shooting you both a wink.

just then, that all too familiar guitar strum pierced through the chatter of the bar. they were all set up and about to start. you were almost shaking in excitement. if this was going to be anything like what you heard in the studio with them, you were eager to see everyone else’s reaction to their talent.

josh grabbed the microphone, “how we feeling tonight?”

there was scattered applause and you whooped a little to show more support. hearing your voice, jake’s ears perked up and started scanning the bar.

he found you after a second and you could see him suck in a breath. his eyes dragged up and down your body as you sat there in your short dress, legs crossed and straw in between your plump lips.

he grinned and shook his head slightly, looking up.

josh swatted jake on the arm, signaling him to be ready for his cue. josh got close to the microphone again, announcing, “we’re greta van fleet.”

a beat.

“do it jakey”, josh whispered.

with that, jake squatted and started to play a booming riff. he locked eyes with you as he played, making you squirm in your seat.

the riff was so good it urged you to tap your foot. the beat was slowly growing heavier, the drums getting louder. it was building, building, building. then, the drums pounded once and jake played the final part of the riff, allowing josh to erupt in sound.

his voice was raspy and unique, making people’s eyes get wide.

“oohhhhhhhhhhhhhh mama.”

kaylee shot you a shocked look, shouting over the music, “this is crazy good.”

you smiled and agreed.

“we’re stopping at the green light, girl, cause I wanna get your signal.”

as josh sang, you focused on everyone else in the room. they were starting to nod their heads and get into the groove. you were so proud of jake in this moment, seeing all his work making other people happy.

you glanced back at him, meeting his eyes, and smiled big.

“ooohhhh, sugarrr”, josh finished.

the crowd went crazy. a wave of applause flooded the room, your clapping being the loudest.

“thank you very much”, josh began. “we feeling better now?”

the crowd roared a bit more and josh laughed. off to the side, you could see jake switching his electric for an acoustic and you were intrigued. “that was a song we call highway tune. and now, as a treat, we’re going to play a new song that will be on our upcoming ep. this is flower power.”

you instantly remembered that this was one of the songs you had helped them with and became ready to listen intently. not that you expected them to utilize your advice, you knew your place as a non-musician who probably didn’t know best, but you were buzzed to see what they had done with it.

the acoustic melody started, immersing you in the energy of the song. you swayed and hummed to it.

then your cheeks started to heat up as jake moved closer to the mic, and made eye contact with you again.

“she is a lady comes from all around”

his voice was just as good as you remembered hearing this morning. it was sweet but deep, and it ignited a fire in between your legs. you tried not to be too obvious about it, squeezing your legs together, and kept your eyes on jake as he sang.

in that moment, you felt like it was just you and jake in that bar. jake playing and singing just for you. just what you had been begging him not to do a few days ago.

it’s crazy how much can change in so little time.

it was so beautiful but fleeting.

as soon as the first verse was done, jake stepped back and let josh resume the rest of the song. you tried not to let the slight disappointment linger on your face. you did love josh’s voice too.

the next few songs flew by in a wave of guitar and drums. before you knew it, josh was waving his hand and saying, “thank you for having us. we’re greta van fleet, goodnight!”

you realized then that you had never knew the name of their band before tonight. greta van fleet. you liked it a lot.

you and kaylee gushed about how good the performance was while the boys loaded their equipment back up.

after a good amount of time and 2 drinks down, they all approached you.

you instantly wrapped your arms around jake, whispering, “you guys were amazing.” you pulled back and added to the rest of the boys too, “just truly incredible! the performance was unreal.”

they all expressed their thanks at once, smiling wide.

you went back to jake’s ear, hugging him again, “so proud.”

he squeezed you harder and you giggled.

his mouth found your ear and murmured, “what’s really unreal is this fucking dress. good god baby, did you want me to have a heart attack on stage?”

you laughed, pulling away, and nodded, biting your lip.

you weren’t gonna lie, you were a little tipsy and it was making him that much more irresistible.

but then he turned to introduce himself to kaylee. she scanned him up and down, giving him a look, “so you’re the one that’s been giving her trouble?”

jake winked, “the one and only.”

she shook her head, smiling and softly saying, “oh lord.”

you stepped forward and pointed at each of the guys, “jake, josh, sam, and danny, this is my roommate, kaylee.”

she waved and greeted them with a “hello, nice to meet y’all.”

danny was first to speak up, “sorry for all the noise.”

kaylee laughed, “apology accepted after that performance.”

“thank you, thank you. it seems like the crowd liked it.” danny’s eyes fixed on kaylee in a way you recognized quickly.

“it was great! so, you play the drums?”

their conversation kept going easily and the look on both of their faces led you to believe it was going to continue for a while.

you turned back to the bar, getting the bartenders attention and ordering one more drink.

“of course, little miss,” the bartender sweet talked.

jake’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close. you looked up at him and found that a tinge of hardness had poisoned his face.

was he… jealous?

the bartender returned with your drink and you thanked him. he grinned at you, but then caught jake’s glare and slowly backed away and left. jake’s grip on your waist had gotten tighter and you could definitely tell now.

he was pissed.

he grabbed your drink and set it on the bar, taking your hand and muttering, “let’s go.”

he pulled you through the place and to a back corner where the restrooms were. he flung you in one, and you quickly became thankful that it was a private bathroom with no stalls.

he locked the door and, without another word, attacked your mouth. his lips closed around yours as his hands found the back of your head to hold you there.

then his one of his hands gripped your hair and pulled, exposing your neck. his mouth moved down to litter your neck in hickeys and his other hand groped your breast. you breathed heavily, feeling overstimulated in the best way.

he broke away, the hand that was on your boob now moved to close around your neck gently; just enough to hold pressure and get your attention. meanwhile, the hand in your hair moved in between your legs and he growled in satisfaction when he felt that you had forgone panties tonight. his skilled fingers swiped through your folds, gathering some of your slick from him kissing you, and held it up in front of your eyes.

“you really think that twig out there could do this to you, huh? do you think he could drive you crazy like I do? make this pretty pussy this wet? I don’t fucking think so.”

with that, he spun you around to face the mirror. his hand was still on your neck, forcing you to look at yourself and him positioned behind you. he then reached into his back jean pocket and pulled out a white lace thong, one you recognized immediately.

it was yours from last night.

he dangled it in front of your face and his teeth grazed your ear, “i’ve been thinking about you all day. thinking about how good you take me, how tight you are, how fucking sweet that pussy is.”

you gasped slightly, his words making you hotter and hotter. he knew exactly what to say to make you have to rub your thighs together to relieve yourself a little. it was too much for you, and you were going to show him what you were capable of.

you removed his hand from your throat and faced him, quickly dropping to your knees. he threw your underwear on the counter, stepping back to give you room in front of him. you undid his belt, hands working quickly. you tugged his pants down just far enough to release him, his hard dick almost hitting his stomach.

your mouth instantly watered, needing him to fill you up. you started small, gripping him and planting a sweet kiss to his tip. he chuckled darkly and messed his hand in your hair, “good girl.”

you took it a step further, licking the whole underside of him. he shivered and groaned slightly, bucking his hips. you couldn’t help it anymore, taking him in your mouth as deep as you could. he gasped and moaned, throwing his head back. you started to move up and down, letting your tongue dance around the curves and veins of him.

“mmm, eager little slut, aren’t you?”

you sucked him harder in response, eyes trained on him, making his knees almost buckle. his hand moved you up and down on him, groaning with his eyes closed. he was getting more frantic as he watched you suck him, his hips stuttering.

“fuck, stop”, he pulled you off of him in a hurry, his chest heaving and his cheeks red. grabbing your jaw, he said breathlessly, “you almost made me cum, baby. fucking shit, I need you now.”

he urgently helped you up and bent you over the sink, your eyes finding the mirror. you watched him as he hiked up your dress, his mouth agape and eyebrows furrowing. his eyes flicked up to yours and he lined up with your entrance.

he entered you, stretching you deliciously. you moaned loudly, finally getting satisfaction to a craving you had had all day and night.

he encouraged you, slipping in and out easily, “that’s it, baby. let him hear how good I make you feel. show him how well I take care of this pussy.”

all you could do was moan and watch him fuck you from behind through the mirror. his hair started sticking to the sweat on his face as he pounded you, making him shine in the dim bar lighting. his dangling medallions swayed with his movements, making a metallic clang with every hard thrust.

jake was so good. too good.

you were already getting close, gripping around him and moaning louder. he reached over and grabbed your thong, pushing it into your open mouth and effectively gagging you.

“I want you to watch as I make you cum, do you understand me? you’re gonna watch me claim this pretty pussy.”

you did as he ordered you, watching him thrust into you and seeing yourself fall apart on his cock. his tip was nudging your cervix and your eyes watered. it was too pleasurable to describe, and your arms were close to giving out.

neither of you had ever looked better than you did right now. his eyes were glazed in lust and both your bodies flexed as he used your hips as leverage to work himself in and out of you. your faces contorted in pleasure, mouths letting go pleas of release and profanity. you could stay in this moment forever.

he sped up his thrusts and you could feel the warmth in your belly rise. his eyes locked on yours as he raised his hand and brought it down to slap your ass. hard.

that kicked you over the edge, and your high swallowed you whole.

it was a good thing that jake had gagged you because, even with the gag, you were sure people could hear you screaming over the booming music. he kept going, fueled by your orgasm, fucking you frantically before letting himself go.

he shuddered and came inside of you, your eyes still locked through the mirror. after his breathing slowed and his eyes started to droop, he slowly pulled out. you spit out your thong and stood back up to face him as he was rebuckling his belt.

he grinned at you, “could he make you come like that?”

“absolutely not.” you weren’t even lying, that was one of the best orgasms you had ever had.

“good.” he leaned forward and kissed you softly on your lips. “now, put those on”, he pointed to your thong and got close to your ear to say, “to hide the fact that i’m dripping out of you.”

“jake!”, you scolded. you bit your lip, imagining his cum leaking out of your pussy. to be honest, you weren’t sure what he could do that you wouldn’t find mind-blowingly hot.

you put on the panties and adjusted your dress as he reached to wipe your smudged makeup.

“did I tell you how fucking hot you look tonight?”

“I kinda figured you thought that after you fucked me senseless over the bathroom counter”, you added humorously.

he laughed and looked at you seriously, “you look perfect, just unreal. sometimes I have to pinch myself when i’m with you, you’re like a beautiful dream.”

your eyes almost watered, his sweet words pulling at you heart strings. you stood on your tip toes to kiss his cheek softly. you both smiled, lost in the daze of each other.

he was the first to break the trance, unlocking and opening the door for you, “milady.”

“good sir”, you played along.

walking back to the bar with his arm around your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of kaylee’s dark hair. as you came closer, you saw that she was kissing someone.

your eyebrows furrowed in immediate confusion as you hurried over to her.

“kaylee, what?”

her head whipped around, embarrassed and red, revealing who she had been kissing:

danny.

you and jake’s jaws dropped.

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I mean…? can we blame anybody here? absolutely not.

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daryandricky · 11 months

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SWEAR

Chapter 1 PRIOR

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe.

Summary of chapter: Reader tries to find a way to tell Rick of her pregnancy, but can never find a good time.

Warnings: Swearing, torture, pregnancy (I don't care if you hate this trope, I LIVE for it), really anything walking dead related.

(Lori is Shane's wife, and Carl his son.) Also, this is my first fic so I apologize in advance.

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July 21st, 2010 4:25 a.m.

Ever since you found out the news, you've been struggling to sleep. Not only were you constantly nauseous and lightheaded, but you weren't certain if Rick actually wanted kids or not. Sure, you guys talked about it, but never anything serious ever came out of it. You saw the way Rick was with his best friend's son, Carl, and you longed to have a little one of your own. You personally loved kids, hell you taught them for a living. But whenever you brought up the topic, Rick quickly shut it down and changed the course of the conversation to a lighter subject.

You think it's because Rick and his brother didn't have the greatest relationship with their father, and Rick was afraid of repeating the past. However, you knew he would be a great father, and you knew he would break the cycle of neglection.

A few days ago, when you first took the test and saw the lines telling you, you were in fact pregnant, you were over the moon. You were so excited when Rick came home from work, nearly jumping out of your skin. But instead, you were faced with a grumpy, tired man who had a terrible day at work.

"You ok?" You ask pulling away from the hug and looking up at Rick, the excitement wiped from your face.

"Yeah, long day." Rick sighs as he toes off his work shoes.

You follow Rick into the living room and watch him plop on the couch and rest his arm over his eyes. You tap his foot, silently asking him to move them. Rick moves his arm just enough to get a glimpse at you and raises his legs. You sit, bringing his legs to rest across your lap. You turn your body to face him, resting your head in your hand, with your arm on the back of the couch. Giving his knee a squeeze, you say "Wanna talk about it?"

"No." Rick shakes his head. He lifts his arm off of his eyes, and clasps his hands together across his abdomen and stares up at the ceiling, seeming deep in thought about his rough day. He tilts his head towards you and smiles when he sees you're already staring at him. He sits up slightly. "What about your day? Do anything fun?"

Your mind immediately races to the pregnancy test currently residing in your back pocket, but deciding now is definitely not the time, you smile down at him and play with a loose thread on his pants. "No, just went grocery shopping and read a few chapters of my book."

"Man, sometimes I wish I became a teacher, getting the whole summer off." Rick whistles. "Nah, instead I gotta deal with dipshits who attack cashiers because they won't give them a credit for half eaten food, which by the way, they ate."

"Oh, so you had a day?" You giggle.

"Baby, I swear to god, everyone and their mother was fucking on one today. We got so many ridiculous calls, we were running all over town." Rick cringes as he remembers one scenario where he had to break up a fight between a naked old lady and her neighbor. As soon as he got back to the station he took a shower. He's never scrubbed his body with more soap in his life. He shudders and looks at you with distant eyes. "You have no idea."

You smile at him. You have no idea either.

The next couple of days, you tried again but you never had a good opportunity to bring such important news up to Rick. You decided you would tell him today, as it is your guy's 4th anniversary and Rick was able to take the early morning shift, meaning he would be home around 2:30 instead of his usual time of 5.

So, you lay there at 4:25 in the morning, not have gotten a single wink of sleep, as you anxiously wait for Rick's alarm to go off at 4:30.

Rick's front is pressed against your back, with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You wiggle your way around to face him, expecting to see your handsome husband, but you are met with an open mouth snorer, drooling and fanning shit breath across your face. You scrunch your nose up at the smell and try to shove the bile rising up in your throat back down. You turn your body again, but this time so you are facing the ceiling.

"Jesus Christ." You whisper. You think of popping a mint in the man's open mouth, but you are met with the image of Rick violently waking up and chocking, so you decide you better not. Instead, you wait for the alarm clock to wake up the putrid man who sleeps beside you.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Your stomach falls out of your ass as the most annoying alarm clock, courtesy of Rick, goes off, reminding you once again of the news you plan to tell him today. You swallow thickly as the arms wrapped around you slither away. You act asleep, not really in the mood to talk in your current position.

"Fucking. Piece. Of. Shit." Rick loudly whispers as he practically breaks the alarm clock in half trying to get it to shut up. When it finally does, he looks at you and smiles when he sees you 'sleeping'. He wipes the sleep from his eyes and kisses your cheek, before getting out of bed and heads into the bathroom. Rick shuts the door before turning on the light. You hear the faint sound of the shower running. You sigh, and turn on your side facing away as much as you can from the light shining through the cracks of the door.

You've almost drifted off when Rick emerges from the bathroom with a towel dangerously hanging low on his hips. He forgets to turn the light off before heading into the closet to put on his uniform, successfully blinding you, even with your eyes closed.

"Rick." You grumble out.

He pokes his head out of the closet and looks at you confused by your crabby attitude. You glare at him, he should know by now that you are definitely not a morning person, let alone do you like being visually impaired so early in the morning. You angrily point your finger at the bathroom.

"I swear to god if you don't turn that light off right fucking now, I'm going to kick you so hard in the ba-" Rick cuts you off. "Ok, ok!" Rick puts his hands up in mock surrender. "Jeez woman, why do you always got to result to violence." He laughs as he turns the light off.

You turn your back to him. "Because it's the only thing that works with your stubborn ass." You say sleepily.

Rick looks down and smiles before he comes and sits on the edge of your side of the bed. He brushes the hair out of your face. "Happy Anniversary to you too grumpy pants."

You squint at him and whisper out a "Happy Anniversary." Before Rick pecks your lips. "I'll try to leave early today, have Shane cover for me."

"That man's as good of a liar as Pinocchio, good luck with that." You say smiling up at Rick.

"Hey, he owes me one after I caught him and Lori in the evidence lockup the other day." He says, causing you to giggle.

He looks down at you, before attacking your face with kisses, making you laugh as his lips tickle your skin. He grins down at you before standing up.

"I love you baby." Rick says as he heads out the bedroom door. You watch him leave, saying "I love you too, be safe please."

You hear a faint "always" before the front door closes. You turn your body again, finding it very hard to get comfortable enough to finally go to sleep.

11:00 a.m.

You slept for about two hours before waking up again. All you can think about is how you're supposed to bring it up. Should I just hand him the test and hope for the best? No, that's boring. Although this was a touchy subject, you still wanted to celebrate in a fun way, after all this is your first child.

In the end you run to the store and grab a newborn onesie that says, "I was Daddy's fastest swimmer." It made you cringe, and you thought it was very cliche, but who knows, maybe it'll lighten the mood a little bit.

You arrive home and grab the test out of your nightstand, wrapping it in the onesie before putting it into Rick's watch box that he insisted on keeping. The thought of him thinking you have gifted him another watch, after you had just recently got him one for Christmas, makes you giggle. You can vividly see his face scrunch up in confusion as he looks down at the watch that already resides on his wrist. You wrap the box in a pretty blue wrapping paper and but a gold bow on top of it. You place the present on the coffee table and decide to clean up the house a little bit, after you've neglected it since you found out the news.

1:00 p.m.

You sit on the couch hunched over, elbows on your knees, with your head resting in your hands as you stare at the box deep in thought. What if he freaks out? What if he leaves? You think and your eyes go wide. What if he never speaks to me again? What i- your thoughts are cut off by someone pounding on the front door, effectively making you jump and sit up straight. You stand up, wiping your hands on your jeans and make your way towards the door, swinging it open.

Your mouth slightly opens in confusion as you blink up at a sweaty and shaken Shane. "Sh-Shane?" You ask confused. "Is everything alright?"

Shane shakes his head, points his finger towards the living room, silently asking to talk inside. You swallow thickly as you stare at him, moving out of the way so he can make his way inside. Everything seems to be in slow motion as you follow Shane to the couch. You see him eyeing the present before lightly pushing it out of the way, to sit on the coffee table. You sit down on the couch in front of him, annoyed that he's beating around the bush and ignoring the elephant in the room.

"Will you just fucking tell me if my husband is alive or not?" You ask glaring at him. Shane looks at you shocked, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Y-yeah, I mean, yes, he's alive."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in, before sighing and looking down at your hands. "How bad is it?" You ask through tears, glancing up at Shane.

"It's pretty bad. We missed a gunman in a chase and we were blindsided by him. I'm so sorry y/n. I wish it was me. I would do anything to trade places with him." Shane all but pleads.

You look up at him, nervously biting the inside of your lip, something Rick thought was cute when he'd catch you doing it. You run your fingers through your hair and say, "Will you drive me to the hospital?'

"Of course I will." Shane says as he grabs your hand and squeezes it.

"Ok." You whisper. "Meet me at the car in 5 minutes?"

Shane nods his head and gives you one more glance before heading out the front door. Tears freefall from your eyes, and you viciously scrub at them, begging them to stop. You stand up, biting the skin around the nail of your thumb and begin to pace, glancing at the present every now and then. Eventually, you pick the present up and throw it at the wall across the room, putting a dent into the corner of the box. You give it one last look before heading out to your husband's cruiser now being driven by Shane, slamming the front door behind you.

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Panacea ⍣ ೋ

- A solution or remedy for all difficulties or diseases.

Art by: Mm39572_02

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x Reader (fluff, like, lots of)

Summary: When you coincidentally reunite with your boyfriend and are welcomed with a joyful surprise from him

Spoilers: u-20 match and the fun bowling chapter

The feeling in your heart as you seated in front of the TV could only be described as pride. You watched as the boy whom you haven't seen in weeks is becoming one with the ball, leaving behind members of the U-20 one by one.

Your eyes have been glued to the screen since the beginning of the match, and your heartbeat accelerated with adrenaline upon the entrance of your boyfriend in the field. Even if the quality wasn't the best, you could still see how his hair got longer and he got a little bit taller and muscular. Your gaze was on him the whole time, even when he didn't have that ball; and a frown was visible in your face when the camera moved and he would get out of frame.

Although, when he got the ball to make his amazing play, you noticed how Bachira's skills have improved since the last time you saw him drible in the school's pitch, now expertly dancing with his feet, handling the ball as he pleases. You were sure your neighbors could hear your excitement when he almost scored a goal, even more when finally, in the last minute, the Blue Lock 11 won the match.

You hopped exhilarated across the room, but looked at the TV just in time to see Bachira blow a kiss to the camera and mouth 'that was for you, y/n'. You felt your heart skip a beat through your ribcage and blood running up to paint your face red.

"Such a dork" you said to no one with a fond smile.

God you hoped you could be there right now and give him the biggest kiss in the world. You knew his mom was there since, hilariously enough, her cheers drowned the whole audience's. You chuckled at the scene.

What caught your attention next was the team's celebration. It was noticeable throughout the match, but now it was clear how much fun he's had and will have with his teammates, which you could see were very good friends. At this, your heart tightened yet again for Bachira. You knew he would make friends eventually with the same passion as him; and surely, he did.

When the program ended, you had a simple dinner and went to bed with only thoughts of your boyfriend and how happy you were for him. He was now a professional player to cry out loud! Finally, with a smile on your face, you let the dreamland catch up to you.

The next morning you awoke from your slumber only to see a notification in your cellphone

‌Megu 🐝

- ‌Hey n/n guess who got his phone back plus a 2 week vacation for winning the match!!

You wouldn't be more excited about a text even if it said that you won the lottery. You eagerly responded to the message, but had to wait some time for the sleepy and lazy man to awake. When he did, you both had a sweet and very chaotic conversation, ending up planning a hang out for tomorrow. 'Today some of the team members are going out, but I assure you the rest of days are only yours! <3' That's what he said. Not that you mind much of course, you'll have plenty of time all for yourselves to catch up.

Figuring you had nothing to do today, you decided to treat yourself to something nice in a famous cafe. It was somewhat far from your home but you needed to drain all this energy you had from the anticipation of reuniting with your boyfriend again.

Finished with preparing yourself, you exited to the street and started heading towards the cafe. The weather was good, sunrays warmly caressing your skin. After getting distracted by a few chirping birds and a unimaginably cute stray cat, you safely arrived at your destination. Nevertheless, upon rising your gaze, your steps came to a halt and your eyes widened.

'Is that...?'

In a table not far from the entrance were three boys that were very much recognisable. A feminine boy with long pink hair and eyes, a black-haired teen and, back facing you, a boy with shoulder length, semi-dyed blonde hair enjoying his smoothie.

The situation was surreal, I mean what are the odds? You wanted to laugh at the coincidence but you were left to stunned to even blink. You really wanted to see him, but meeting him like this out of nowhere after weeks left you speechless, like he wasn't real. The man that yesterday was sweating after literally fighting for his life is now here, chatting with his friends joyously as he takes a sip of his drink.

In the end, before you had time to process what was happening, your playful side, that you very much took from him, took over you and were sneakily approaching the group with a grin on your lips. Then, Bachira felt a pair of hands cover his eyes followed by a singed "Guess who~?".

At the instant recognition of your voice, Bachira quickly got up and turned around while holding your hands like an excited puppy.

"y/n!"

His eyes lighted up in a familiar way, like when you told him he could teach you how to play football. You wished you could've admired his features more, but your feet didn't touch the ground for much longer since he picked you up by the waist and cheerfully spun you around not caring if he made a scene, both of your laughs giving each other tons of serotonin.

"Megu! I saw you on TV! You were amazing. I'm so proud of you I feel like my chest is gonna explode. You sure improved a lot your skills and that dribbling was so impressive! I couldn't stay put in my seat for the love of God. I don't know how to put it into words I just felt like I was gonna-"

He interrupted you with more laughs, this time grateful and amused ones.

When he eventually put you down, dizziness taking over your body, he kept holding you in a bear hug. Hell, even bears are humiliated by how tight he was embracing you. His now stronger arms had no intention of letting you go, pressing you firmly against his figure. His head rested against the crook of your neck and you could feel his silly smile on your skin. God how you missed his hugs. As energetic as he is, Bachira wasted no time in covering you with butterfly kisses, all the way from your neck, to your jaw and every spot on your jolly face; widening the smile on your lips.

Seeing this man had no intention to stop any time soon, you put a stop to his attacks by closing the gap between your lips, sharing the so long awaited and yearned kiss. The plan worked as wonderfully as expected, him reciprocating it without a second thought. It was messy and chaotic, but that's just how bachira was, and you loved it, like you were made for each other.

When you went out of breath, you gave him a quick rest by opting to press your foreheads together. Nevertheless, before he was able to dive in for another kiss, you were interrupted by a male voice behind Bachira.

"Oi Bachira, are you gonna present us your girlfriend or what?"

You let go a little from Bachira (action that was not welcomed by the male, that held you tighter) to look at the grinning, falsely annoyed redhead and his somewhat awkward blue eyed friend. Bachira then smiled widely before spinning you around to face his teammates.

"Of course! Say hi to y/n!"

After the little bit of embarrassment left your body, you decided to start a conversation.

"I know you. You're Chigiri and Isagi right? I saw the match yesterday."

"You got that right."

Isagi then intervened "Bachira you have a girlfriend?! you never told us!"

"You never asked."

You chuckled at the interaction and they offered you to sit with them . You complied while teasing Bachira a bit.

"Didn't you want to hang out with the boys today?" Intentionally putting ironic emphasis in 'the boys'.

"Come on bumblebee don't be like thaaaat. Now that you're here I'm not letting you get away so easily!" His face made a funny twist before turning to you again "Actually, what are you doing here?"

Your mouth made an 'oh' shape as you remembered the previous coincidence, laughing a bit at it.

"In fact I was gonna ask you the same. I just went here to grab some coffee when I saw you."

Bachira chuckled in realization and rubbed your cheeks together.

"You can never escape from me, can you?"

"Not that I'd ever want to." You playfully responded.

Then, the conversation continued at the table. You watched as the three friends chatted and you couldn't help but but fondly smile at the sight of Bachira having so much fun. Seeing the outcome, you were glad that he took the Blue Lock project. You took a few sips of the drink that Bachira offered you, laughing at the almost-too-much sweetness. In the end, he never changes. On Bachira's side, he was euphoric seeing as you swiftly got along with his friends. The sight of you made him fall in love all over again. In not one moment did he let go of you during the conversation; let it be interlacing your pinkies together, putting and arm around your shoulders or waist or keeping your knees in touch under the table.

He only separated from you when you all got up and prepared to leave and Isagi called him over to show him something on his phone. He approached what you assumed was his best friend after patting your head and childly ruffling your hair. You were left chatting with Chigiri, quickly realizing he was a pretty nice guy to talk to and that you had a lot in common. Loud footsteps interrupted your talk about a podcast and, unfortunately, you didn't react fast enough to dodge your boyfriend that just jumped in your back, making you lose balance and almost fall. Chigiri, who was in front of you, was successfully startled. Not that he wasn't used to Bachira suddenly attacking people, of course.

"Megu, you weight to much for me-"

"y/n y/n! There's a friend of us in a nearby arcade, let's go jump him!"

In a split of a second, he switched your places and energetically threw you over his shoulder, almost dropping you. He then proceeded to shameless make a sprint towards said arcade, completely leaving his surprised friends behind.

"MEGURU PUT ME DOWN I'M GONNA FALL" you yelled in a panicked tone. You were grateful that the streets were practically empty, so the passerbys wouldn't be blessed with this scene.

Chuckling as he tightened his hold in your legs and waist he said "I'm not gonna let you fall. Let's go before Chigiri catches up to us!"

You couldn't see his face, but giving his high-pitched joyful laugh, you didn't need to to know he was having the time of his life. He freed you from his grasp when you arrived at your destination, slightly out of breath. His hands lovingly hugging your waist, yours around his neck gently playing with his golden locks. You gave yourselves a moment to take in each other's features as you recovered your breath, mostly maintaining eye contact. You wished this moment lasted forever. In others' eyes you probably looked dopey right now, but you were to lovestruck to care, seeing the fond look and dork smile in the other's face.

Bachira's eyes softened even more in pure adoration for you as he started to draw shapes in your hips with his thumbs in a soothing motion. Your curiosity was piqued by the affection.

"What?"

"Nothing, just missed you so much bumblebee"

His smile never once faltered. Instead, it keep getting wider. It was contagious in a way, making you jelly under his arms.

"I missed you too, Megu. Everyday I wondered how you were doing and what were you up to. It quickly got boring without you around, you know?"

He sweetly chuckled, making your legs weak.

"Yeah, must be torture not having me around huh"

'and that goes both ways' he wanted to add, but you got the message through his sarcasm.

"God, I'm so glad you're finally back, even if it's temporary."

"Me too." He partially sighed.

You pulled him closer and rested his head in your shoulder, enabling you to run your fingers through his scalp, which was welcomed by a relaxed sigh from him. After a while in each other's arms, you felt him reach for something in his pocket in a swift motion and fiddle with it behind your back. Before you had time to question him he pulled back a bit to face you.

"You know, part of the reasons I didn't hang out with you today was because I had to get something I ordered without you knowing, but managed to do it before we met at the cafe."

With that, he brought his hands between the two of you and slipped a small metallic object in your finger. When you glanced at it, you were met with a gold ring with a dolphin design on it, kinda similar to the pin he wore attached to his jacket. Looking up, you saw Bachira's hand raised, showing a silver ring of his own with a (fav animal) design instead.

'He got us..."

"Ta-da! Matching rings! How do you like the surprise? I figured this way we'll have each other near even if we're far away phisically. They even have our favourite animals on them! See?" He explained to you as happy as a puppy who just got a treat.

This time, it was your turn to fall in love all over again. You felt like crying while seeing your smiling boyfriend and the rings, with the sweetest thought put into them. You were left speechless.

At your lack of response, Bachira tilted his head.

"y/n?"

You threw yourself at him and he picked you up effortlessly with his arms.

"I- Meguru I love it so much. I love you so much. Thank you I really don't deserve you."

Bachira, as he shone brighter that the sun, wanted to say many things, but opted for one instead.

"You're very welcome, my panacea."

Additional time!

"Where did you even learn that word?"

"There's a lot of weirdos in Blue Lock to learn from."

As he said that with the most innocent grin, you could catch sight of Chigiri and Isagi plus a group of more teammates chaotically interacting together, which you assumed they encountered in the way here.

"Can tell."

Finally done with this fic it took forever!

I don't have much to say except that I hope you liked it! It's certainly very fluffy and I enjoyed writing every second of it.

I never have motivation to write but when you pop you can't stop and I ended up spending the weekend writing this.

I think I portrayed well the character's personalities which is very important to me so cheers for me.

Remember to drink water, Lethby ༊*·˚

#bachira x you #bachira x reader fluff #bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader #fluff #bllk #bachira meguru #like very fluff #this boy is sunshine

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