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With all my gratitude, hope and returned adoration - Part Two
Summary: John writes back to his friend from home and we hear from our friend across the way. John x She.
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A/N: we are def rolling with some historical inaccuracies in regards to letters here but sue me. he deserves it. pstttt also should we name her? do you all want to send me random john prompts. my baby isn't ok and i'm not ok.
Part one linked here.
Part three linked here.
John was sure he wasn't sweating a normal amount as he looked down at the piece of paper that Buck had offered him. It had taken two whole days of questions from the man for Bucky to even decide that he was going to reply. He’d been offered the hope, what more could he ask of her. Could he ask more? There had been a return address on the letter which Buck had insisted was there for a reason and she had opened herself out for a reply from him but the Major couldn’t help but be unsure.
It was an odd feeling for him, before the war he hadn't been unsure of anything and since he’d been here? Well he hadn’t been sober enough to doubt anything that he had done. These days though Bucky felt like he doubted every single thing. The thing was, he wasn't sure that he could afford to doubt this, to look past the life line that had been offered to him. Not when each day he could feel his mind draw a little further toward the edge no matter how much he or Buck tried to keep it in check.
With a sigh he pulled the pen into his hand, eyes locked on the page for a moment before he began to scrawl.
Dear Friend From Home
You’re gunna have to forgive me because I ain’t going to be as good as this as you are. I’ve written so many letters this war you would think that I’d have gotten a handle on it by now but I find myself at a loss when it comes to what to say to you.
I think the first thing I got to say is thank you. I don’t know if the words I can put on paper are ever going to really tell you how much your letter meant to me. See I was a certain type of man that didn’t think much to pen pals. I figured that I’d be ok, you know, that with my boys I’d have what I needed to make it through the hard days but watching the letters for everyone else roll in has been harder than I thought it might.
There are things that I can’t tell you cause I don’t know who might read these letters, and where I am I can’t get you no picture but I can tell you that my favorite dish is a meat and potato pie, simple I know but really I’m a simple hearty kind of guy. What makes me laugh, you asked? That’s kind of simple for me too, just good company, myself sometimes, Buck, he’s my best friend, he makes me laugh a lot. What makes you laugh? I’d like to know that.
May I know where you are? I know that might be a big ask but you said I could ask anything I know and if I get out of here…we get some leave, I’d like to know where I need to ask for me leave to be. Then I can show you what I sound and look like and know that in return.
If this letter doesn’t reach you for a while, know you’ve been with me the whole time.
With all my gratitude, hope and returned adoration
Major John Egan
“What if she doesn’t get it?” He found himself questioning quietly to Buck as he handed over the letter to make it out of camp. His best friend settled him with a soft look, one that always made Bucky feel like he had some worldly knowledge the rest of them had missed out on, that assured him everything was going to be alright. “You just gotta have hope she will John, she’ll get it.”
With a huff Bucky nodded, pulling his hat on as he watched his letter vanish from his view all together. “Alright well I can’t sit here and wonder, I’m off to play baseball or something.”
The letter that Bucky had so carefully handed over changed hands many more times, some fingers as rough as the pilots, some dirtier, some softer, but the last set of fingers to slide the letter from her post box had perfectly manicured fingers. Her flicking of her post was greedy as she looked for the same thing that she had every day since she’d posted her own letter.
At first, her hopes of finding what she was looking for had been unrealistic; she knew that, it hadn’t even been long enough for her letter to be received, let alone for him to get one back to her, then the other girls at the centre, they’d gotten letters back, notes, anything. That was when she had allowed her hope to return, for a moment at least. Days without anything had turned into weeks and then weeks had turned into months. Anything could have happened, that was what she tried to tell herself, he might not have gotten her letter, he might have thought it was weird and had chosen not to reply. That thought was enough to miff her, he could have at least said thank you. When she had decided no one could be that mean, her diminishing hope had turned to worry, what if he hadn't been able to receive her letter.
Flicking through each white envelope today, she almost missed it, how she didn't know because it was clearly different from the rest of them, maybe she hadn't wanted to look. "Not…" Trailing off she flicked back to the second to last letter, her eyes taking in the scrawling of her address, her eyes checking the postage before she was taring inside. "It's here, he wrote it's here." She called through the halls to the other girls that she lived with, all of which had been holding their breath with her. "Oh god I can't read it, what if he's telling me I was weird!" She cried, thrusting the unopened letter into the hands of her eager friend.
"Don't be dramatic, he's going to be throwing down his gratitude at you being a doll, you should have attached a picture with it I told you!" Meg beamed easily back at her, the same sense of reservation missing from her actions as she tore into the letter so that it could be read to the group. "Dear Friend From Home. You’re gunna have to forgive me because I ain’t going to be as good as this as you are. I’ve written so many letters this war you would think that I’d have gotten a handle on it by now but I find myself at a loss when it comes to what to say to you." That was enough, pulling the letter from Megs hands she was quick to scramble away from the group once more, locking herself into her room as re-read the opening line herself, the tears in her eyes only welling even further as she continued.
An ache in her chest formed as she read the words once more, taking in each strike of his pen where he had corrected himself or smudge from whatever he'd had on his fingers. The state of the letter was enough to make her wonder, but at least for now, she knew her friend was ok. He was alive, and he wanted to hear more from her. It couldn't have been normal, to feel this level of emotion for a man that she had never met, but she had found herself here regardless and in the middle of so much uncertainty, she wasn't going to question the pull she felt across the way to England.
Pushing from her bed she moved to her desk, paper pulled from her stationary pot, the quicker she could post this the quicker it could get to him.
"Dear Major Egan,
I'm delighted to hear I'm with you. I hope you know, that you've been with me too…"
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gonna need an abby version of your ‘sexting ellie williams’ fics bc god am i obsessed with that woman
a/n; you ask and you shall receive
sexting with gf! abby! ♡
pt2
cw; +18 content! minors dni!, sexting, drinking (reader is in a party and drunk), description of a video of reader touching herself, abby being as cocky as ever, top! abby, bottom! reader, fingering, praising, oral sex (r receiving), cum eating, making out, allusions of sex with strap…
3:24 AM
abs
abssssss
abbyyyyy
sht abayuyyy
abby groaned as her phone buzzed nonstop, reaching for it and squinting her eyes at the screen’s light. she took a peak at the hour. holy fuck. 3AM?
baby? what the hell? why are you up this late?
partyyyy
u’re at a party rn? bfr
yessss. owen’s
i’m gonna kill him. why did he let you drink this much?
i’m not deinkkk
you’re definitely drunk, doll. i’m gonna go get you, alright? stay put wherever u are and don’t move.
no no lsten, i have something impurtabt to telll u
what is it?
ik i’m drunk rn but in gunna marry you
you’re gonna marry me?
abby was laughing at your texts. yes, she was worried you had been drinking, but you were at owen’s and you were safe. and it was so fucking fun to watch you try and type correctly.
yes
i’m marryin u
even if you r meanb
me? when have i been mean to you baby?
rn
right now?
yeahh, ‘cause tou’re sooooj beautiful
all i fan think about are your lips rn
why r u not heyre?
okay. you’re really drunk, baby, why don’t you wait for me and we talk about this when i get there, hm?
no.
u r gonna take sooooiii long
you’ve pretty eyesX
they look so good when u go down on me
abby’s eyes widened, and her whole body seemed to burn. shit.
yeah? they look good princess?
mmmh
want u
and you’re so far away rn it’s nor fair
that was a fucking lie. abby was already on the road to get there. shit. she loved it when you went all needy on her. and when you were drunk? you had no filter. always screaming and moaning so loud she sometimes would have to muzzle you to not have the neighbors knocking on her door.
oh baby, why don’t you come here and sit on my face? my tongue will say sorry for me
your cheeks flushed, and your cunt throbbed. you loved it when she’d make you sit on her face, her tongue unrelenting on fucking you over and over again until you wouldn’t cum anymore. you needed her. and you needed her right now. the bathroom you had gone in felt suddenly too hot and your panties too sticky. you hissed when your fingers pushed in them, feeling just how wet you had become for her. you couldn’t help but plunge a finger inside your tight hole. of course, your fingers weren’t as near as largue and thick as abby’s, but you needed something until she’d get there and do it for you.
csn i tell u s secret?
ofc princess, what is it?
i’m fucking my pussy rn
jesus christ. abby almost hit the breaks. almost crashed when you send her a video of —now— two of your fingers fucking inside your tight and squelching walls. she could hear your little whimpers and pants.
couldnt wair abymore
i need you so bad abby pkease
shit. writing with only one hand and drunk wasn’t that easy. you were whimpering and moaning as you fingered yourself on the bathroom of owen’s party. you thanked god the music was loud enough to muffle your sounds, ‘cause you surely couldn’t swallow them back inside.
abby was exceeding the speed limit to get there, practically parking on top of owen’s lawn as she jumped out of the car, running towards the house.
where.
bathroom
she didn’t even say hi to owen as she passed right through him, her blood boiling as she ran upstairs and swung the door open. you hadn’t even locked it. fucking hell.
abby almost went down on her knees when she saw you sitting on the toilet’s lid with a hand buried in between your thighs and your phone on the other, your chat open and showing on the screen. your senses came back to you as you heard the lock turning, and you moaned when you saw her.
did i say almost? abby had never been quicker to kneel down, her strong arms pushing your legs on top of her shoulders to move your hand away and, after cleaning up your fingers with her tongue, hurriedly burying her face in your cunt. your back arched, and you let out a scream that made her groan, lapping at your juices. you were so fucking wet…
“fuck, abby!” you cried out when she plunged her own fingers deep inside your cunt, easily finding your g spot.
she cooed. “my princess was just feeling needy. weren’t you, baby? poor thing. so horny for me couldn’t wait until i could get here. sending me a video of touching your tight little cunt just to tease me, didn’t you?” you whimpered, bucking your hips against her touch, your back arching.
“please abby… your mouth.” you begged.
“you want my mouth baby? want me to eat this soaked pretty pussy of yours?” you nodded, pleading for it, and she followed, her tongue meeting your clit and making you moan. “so fucking loud…” she groaned, starting to devour you to get out of you more or those pleasured sounds. she was starving. and you were falling apart, melting under her tongue.
“abby!” you screamed when her tongue fucked inside of you, her arms tugging from you to get closer, her nose nudging your clit. the alcohol made you feel dizzy, and the pleasure only seemed to grow and grow. you could feel it shocking through your body, her grunts making your body gave into her. you needed her.
“fuck, you look so fucking beautiful. need you bouncing on my cock baby.” you whimpered, nodding.
“yes please, abby, please, need you to fuck me.” you were a babbling mess, her tongue teasing you and making you squirm. she adored making you tremble, seeing you get more and more desperate for her to make you cum.
“yeah? need me to fuck you sweet girl? need me to to fuck your brains out?” you nodded, moaning, your chest heaving harshly, your thighs shaking at the sides of her head, your back arched when her fingers, three this time, plunged inside of you, abusing your g spot and making you see stars. “i will princess. but first you’re gonna cum on my tongue, isn’t that right?” your hands found her hair, tugging when she sucked down on your sensitive and puffy clit. “yeah, of course you are. you are squeezing my fingers so tight, fuck… you always take them so well baby. such a fucking good girl for me. can’t wait to see you taking my cock.“ you could feel the warmth on your stomach grow and grow.
“abby, i’m gonna…! i’m cumming!” you cried out, and she only fingered you faster, harder. it was imposible to describe. this feeling. her.
“go ahead baby, let me clean you all up.” she smirked, and with a last thrust and lick at your clit you were falling apart, making her groan when you pushed her face harder against your gushing cunt. you whited out.
she helped you ride it as your moans broke, your hips stuttering and your creamy white and salt cum painted her fingers. she moaned against you, cleaning it with her tongue and humming at the taste. there was nothing she loved more than giving you head.
once you’d calmed down and your breathing had evened out, she pulled her fingers out to push them inside her mouth. you whined as you watched her, with lips swollen and chin soaked in your juices.
“let’s get out of here.” she said, and you nodded, not before kissing her so deeply you left her as drunk and dizzy as you felt.
yeah. she was definitely gonna marry you.
….
LORD. that was filthy asf. i’m sorry… or nah.🤭
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a breakdown of tommy kinard’s past appearances
so. like many of you, i’ve been getting a little bit tired of seeing the same “wait wasn’t tommy a racist/homophobe? why do we like him now?” posts for the last few weeks. so i wanted to do a small breakdown of every time he has previously appeared on screen, along with his action and inaction regarding the casual bigotry of the 118 under captain gerrard.
this is gunna be a long one boys so, strap in lol
season 3 episode 12: chim begins
i’m going to go in chronological order here rather than episodic order just for character development’s sake
tommy’s first appearance in this episode is about 11 minutes in, after the first commercial break. the current 118 are sitting down to dinner when chim arrives. tommy spots him and asks, “hey eli, you forget to tip the delivery guy?” i would say this could be a genuine question based on the fact that chim’s in his civvies, but he’s got his go bag that says “FIREFIGHTER” on his shoulder so. seems like he’s just being a smartass.
(*edit: it’s been pointed out to me that considering they had ordered chinese food, this could have been an instance of casual racism, and i am inclined to agree)
he’s not seen much during chim’s montage of just doin’ shit around the firehouse, until the point where the 118 come back covered in mud. tommy spots chim and asks him, “you still here?” again, just kind of general dickishness. not really anything to write home about.
a small kind of background tommy moment we get after chim’s montage is right as the team is returning from a call, and chim tries to tell them about the older couple who he helped earlier in the day.
tommy: what about that burger place?
gerrard: tommy, you know i hate that place
chim: hey guys, weirdest thing happened today… *he is ignored*
gerrard: hey, wasn’t your girlfriend supposed to come and cook us dinner?
tommy: uh, next tuesday.
gerrard: promise?
tommy: uh— uh, yes. yeah, i will promise…
now. i’m going to leave that up to interpretation, however i have opinions regarding that bit going forward. but! that’s ultimately not what this post is about, so perhaps another time.
the next scene is a pretty major one. chim is getting ready in the locker room, and tries to strike up a conversation with tommy when he walks in to gather some things (deodorant, toothbrush, soap it seems like, none of these details matter i just think they’re fun).
chim repeatedly tried to get tommy to open up to him about the things he likes, saying “tell me what your thing is and i’ll make it mine.” though, tommy just ignores him. we see a close up of him closing his eyes and sighing in exasperation.
chim asks, “…you just really don’t like me much, do you?” and tommy, for the first time, responds to chim’s questions with, “if i thought about you at all, honestly, i probably wouldn’t.” and he leaves.
later, after eli recruits chim to be a paramedic, they have a conversation regarding what he witnessed in the locker room between chim and tommy. eli tells him that it’s not personal, and that “in this job, friends die. funerals are held. they’re not going to just give you their friendship until you earn their respect. they’re not just protecting you, they’re protecting themselves.” and this ultimately makes sense with what we saw in tommy in that earlier scene. he didn’t really seem annoyed or upset at chim’s insistence to get to know him, just apprehensive mostly. he wasn’t cruel to him, and he hasn’t been. just… kind of a dick.
in the fire truck, on the way to the barn burner, tommy is sitting next to him and looks over at chim, as chim seems to be exhibiting signs of nervousness (this is his first real call as a firefighter after all)
(however, this is a moment where chim’s reality and his past start to bleed into each other so i am not sure how accurate this is to the moment.)
we don’t get much in the next scene aside from tommy’s presence at kevin’s funeral. when chim is ringing the bell, tommy is behind him and briefly looks toward chim, likely noticing how chim is attempting to hold himself together.
the next major scene is the call at the shopping mall, where there was some sort of structural collapse. based on the symptoms of the people that were in the mall, chim assumes there is a gas leak, which gerrard waves off. he calls for tommy over the radio, and receives no response.
chim has a realization that they’re dealing with a methane leak, and runs inside the mall to retrieve tommy.
just as the building explodes, chim runs out with tommy over his shoulder. though in this scene “tommy” is clearly a dummy prop and it is so fucking funny once you notice how floppy it is.
then we get probably the greatest scene in all of 911 where chim is in the waiting room waiting for news on tommy and reality starts to bleed into the flashback while “exit music (for a film)” by radiohead plays . it has pretty much nothing to do with this post i just wanted to say how much i LOVE this scene. anyway.
the penultimate scene of the episode starts off with chim in the locker room tucking in his shirt. tommy walks in and, with no preamble, says, “love actually, monster trucks, craft beer.”
chim realizes that this is a response to their last locker room interaction. he asks tommy how his head is feeling, tommy replies, “still fat, but clearer. you saved my life. thank you.” and shakes chimney’s hand, before pulling him into a hug. this is where their friendship begins.
in this episode, i didn’t notice anything that could really be construed as bigotry (see edit*), he was just kind of a dick at first and most of that can boil down to him being closed off and not wanting to open up before there’s a level of respect there.
(though, keep in mind i am white so there is a definite possibility that i could have missed something more racially motivated, however i didn't see anything glaring)
season 3 episode 9: hen begins
tommy’s first appearance (ever) is about 13 and a half minutes into the episode when captain gerrard introduces the team to their new “diversity hire” (after greeting her himself with a few blatantly misogynistic comments)
when tommy first sees hen, he smiles and asks “who’s this?”
when gerrard calls her a “diversity hire,” the smile leaves tommy’s face and he looks back at gerrard with somewhat of a blank expression, contrasted with sal deluca’s disbelieving smirk and comment of “for real?”
chimney then defends hen, gerrard walks away after saying they’re screwed. tommy once again looks between hen and gerrard before ultimately following him away from the railing.
it is not clear what exactly his reaction to hen joining the team actually is at that moment, whether he wanted to speak up like chim or express disdain like sal, as he remained silent.
at dinner, tommy asks sal what he and his girlfriend did the night previous, where the movie “twilight” comes up. sal makes a comment about kristen stewart being hot, and hen joins in thinking she found something in common with these guys to talk about, but sal ignores her and she walks away. (i think the writers may have genuinely forgotten kstew was only 17 in that movie but that’s neither here nor there)
tommy chimes in saying he “doesn’t get that” and that she’s “too brooding” for him, to which sal responds, “maybe you’re more of a team jacob kind of guy.”
tommy says he has no idea what that means, and chim clarifies that sal is insinuating that he’s gay.
sal laughs at this and at tommy’s reaction, and tommy jokingly blows him a kiss, smiles, and goes back to his food.
(here is a gifset of the scene)
chim then invites hen into the conversation by asking where she’s from. when he tells her he assumed she was an east coaster and that it was a compliment, tommy replies with “new york bitchiness is a compliment?” (score 1 for the misogyny bucket)
chim calls him out, and he just kind of huffs and looks at gerrard, but ultimately moves on.
tommy doesn’t really say or do much else in this scene besides sit silently while gerrard is sexist towards hen and hen stands her ground. in the end, sal looks toward tommy and nods his head in the direction of the kitchen. they both get up and leave the table.
nothing of note happens in the mudslide scene with tommy, most of the conflict is between hen and gerrard. the scene where gerrard makes her man behind as well. tommy is in the background and sees this happen, but says nothing. though, i also need to add that in these moments, chim does not say anything either.
the next scene tommy is in is when hen makes her announcement to the team about how she is not going anywhere.
i once again want to point out the difference in tommy vs sal in this scene. sal has his hands on his hips and his lips tight in a somewhat annoyed looking fashion, and he looks to the side where tommy is to gauge his reaction.
whereas tommy, has his arms folded and is looking down at the floor at first, before looking up towards hen. and while gerrard and chim have their arms crossed as well, i want to point out that tommy is holding one arm while the other sits around his waist. he looks a bit sheepish if i’m being honest, like he knows they’re about to be scolded.
when hen says for them to “see me as i see you, as a proud member of this department,” tommy turns to look behind him and makes eye contact with chim.
now, there’s not a whole lot i can glean from this interaction as is, but as we know from “chim begins,” tommy trusts chim so it’s possible he wants to get chim’s opinion. he seems to do this a lot i’ve noticed, looking between the people around him to gauge their reactions to what is going on.
nothing much of note for the car accident scene, HOWEVER. in the scene immediately after, sal and tommy address hen directly for the first time to give her some praise for her call on that scene. sal tells her “nice work yesterday,” and tommy tells her that they would have found the other car eventually, but eventually would have been too late.
hen states she “just got lucky,” to which sal responds, “screw that. you’re good,” and both he and tommy shake hen’s hand. tommy even gives her a light smack on the shoulder as he walks away and hen absolutely BEAMS.
then of course, hen is told that gerrard was removed from his position because his conduct was reported and “more than a few of your fellow firefighters have your back.” we know chim is absolutely one of them, and i can infer that based on tommy and sal’s reactions to hen’s speech and their interaction with her just before this scene, it is very likely they are as well.
in this episode, there were definitely some more moments of blatant bigotry in this episode, but other than the “new york bitchiness” line, tommy doesn’t really directly contribute to any of it. he seems to be more of a follower, constantly gauging how others feel and just playing along. complicity is still an issue of it’s own, do not get me wrong, but considering i keep seeing people say he made racist/homophobic comments, i feel like its a reasonable thing to point out.
season 3 episode 16: bobby begins again
tommy’s final on screen appearance begins with hen taking bets on how long the new captain will last. tommy asks hen to put him down for 4 weeks on credit, and they (hen, tommy, sal, and chim) banter a little. they all seem to have a pretty good relationship with each other at this point.
bobby pops out of the firetruck and places his own bet on himself, and tommy just kind of looks sheepish since they got called out.
to be real, tommy doesn’t do a whole lot in this episode either. most of the conflict is between bobby and sal. most of what we see is him in the background silently judging bobby’s lack of LA knowledge along with hen and chim. he does have some silly little moments during the chicken chase though.
(here's a great gifset of that scene)
bobby calls out to sal to talk to him after the restaurant fire, and sal keeps walking but tommy stops and waits, looking between bobby and sal.
sal says, “you’re a piece of work. you come in here with your nose in the air and your eyes looking down–” tommy interrupts sal and tells him to stop.
sal keeps digging into bobby, and tommy in the background, looks to chim and hen and shakes his head, seemingly telling them not to get in the middle of it.
sal says he has the skill to lead the 118, bobby retorts with, “but not the temperament.” sal then drops his bag and stomps toward bobby so he can get in his face. tommy moves to go after him, but chim gets between sal and bobby before anything can happen.
bobby fires sal, and tommy is just standing there with the rest of his team wondering what the hell happened.
we then have the bar scene! chim, hen, and tommy hanging out at the bar before bobby ends up joining them.
they have a good time and show off their scars to each other. tommy quotes fight club, chim laughs, bobby leaves to solve the arson.
(again, here's another gifset)
at the end we see a bit more of the team together, bobby starting to cook for them, and finally the scene of chim and hen popping out of the ambulance with balloons and a cake for tommy as he transfers to the 217. they all seem to be fairly close at this point.
(another gifset for good measure)
and other than chim calling on him for a water drop in 2x14, that’s about it until he returns in season 7.
in conclusion
to me, it seems like tommy is a bit of a follower and tends to just go along with what the people around him are doing, ESPECIALLY under gerrard. captain gerrard fostered a really toxic work environment and its no wonder others like sal were never really called out on their shit. and tommy mostly seemed to follow sal’s lead or stay quiet.
“chimney begins” takes place around 2006-ish, “hen begins” around 2008, and “bobby begins again” takes place around 2017 i believe. and between 2006 and 2024, based on what we see, its easy to see that tommy has indeed grown and changed many of his attitudes, especially when in a healthier work environment. now can we please stop acting like he’s this irredeemable piece of shit and see him for what he really is: a flawed person who grows and learns from others, like every other character on this show.
#this is not a tommy hater post this is just me going through everything he has said and done on screen so far#tommy kinard#911#911 abc#911 on abc#9 1 1#character analysis
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"But werewolves aren't real?" || werewolf! 141 x werewolf! reader Part 2
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[Chapter 1] --- [Chapter 3]
Summery: After moving out of the big city and into the forest, you meet some men that might have some awners about whats been causing your pain.
Talks of injury and EXPLICIT under the cut
Behind the door was a very handsome man. He was wearing a boonie-hat and a partially unbuttoned red and black flannel shirt. You stood there blue-screening for a moment just staring.
“You alright there love?” The man asked, looking incredibly concerned. He ran a hand over his beard “I heard you fall..”
You snap out of your staring “Yeah I did..” you lift up your wrist, it was already bruising and swelling, “Sorry, I didn’t get any sleep last night…I had a chronic pain flare up…” You say dizzily.
The man stepped into your house, carefully looking at your wrist “I can go run back home and grab a brace…?” He looked at you earnestly.
You nod, “I don’t think I could even drive right now..” blinking back tears as another wave of pain crashes over you, you let out a stuttered gasp and your knees buckle.
The man looks even more concerned “Let’s get you somewhere comfortable, I’ll call one of my boy’s to bring it down..”
Carefully the man picked you up and brought you over to the couch, laying you down with such gentleness it surprised you. He had held you with a shocking amount of care, he was so warm too, like a heated blanket but better. He stepped back quickly typing something on his phone before looking back at you.
“Is there anything I can get you, love?” he crouched down next to your head, moving strands of hair out of your face.
“On my bed there is a heated blanket…” You explain breathlessly, wincing as the pain got worse.
The man nodded and walked upstairs to grab the blanket. He quickly brought it down and plugged it in “What setting?” he asked, holding the controller.
“Four please” You whimper and start crying feeling embarrassed.
The man sets it on level four and sits down next to your head, “Do you have any medication?”
You shake your head “no..not really, I only have muscle relaxers but it’s not gunna help”
The man nodded “I forgot to mention I’m John Price, I was in charge of taking care of the cottage while it was up for sale, I saw you moved in and wanted to give you the key back..” he anxiously checked his phone “The boy’s should be down soon love, can I get you anything else?”
“No thanks” You start crying again as your body feels like it is trying to come apart, “I’m sorry” you gasp out and curl up into a ball on the couch “It’s not usually this bad..”
“You’re okay, Love,” He reassured you, smiling.
You hear a knock on the door before the door creaks open and two men step inside. One had a mohawk and another had a baseball cap on, that's all you could see through your glassy tear filled eyes.
The men speak in hushed tones before Price sits back down next to you and gently grabs your upper forearm, close to your elbow “Gunna fit the brace on alright love..?”
You just groan softly “Okay” and watch hazily.
Price rotates your arm and freezes as he sees the bite scar on your wrist “What happened here?” he asks softly. His touch easing some of the pain.
“Got attacked by a dog, it broke my wrist, the doctor p-put something in there to help with the infection and to set it and so it’s really tender..” you quietly explain.
Price set your arm down “Love, what did the dog look like?” making you whine in pain, Price instantly picked your arm back up and the pain leveled out. Sighing in relief you manage to cobble together some understandable thoughts.
“Uhm, it was oddly really dark out since it was a full moon…it was massive though, the nurses joked it was a werewolf, the doctor got oddly mad at them..it was kinda funny” slurring your words as you feel another wave of pain.
Price looked at your wrist and then at you, “Well I think your body is rejecting it, I can see it starting to come out, can we take it out? Gaz here was a field medic and can take it out, he has his med kit..?” pointing at a small lump on your wrist that had been getting bigger over the years.
“Sure..” you slur out feeling delirious from pain.
The guy with the baseball ca-Gaz slowly gives you some pain pills, making sure you swallow them before he puts on some gloves. You fell asleep before he even started.
When you woke up you felt eons better, nothing felt as sore. Looking at your wrist you realize it wasn’t even bruised or sprained. Groaning softly, you sit up and look around. Rubbing your eyes blearily.
“Good to see you up” Gaz sat on the other side of the couch smiling “You feeling better?”
You nod sleepily “What did you even do? It’s not even bruised anymore?” you ask confused, looking at your wrist surprised.
“That was all you Duck..” Gaz smiled kindly, “Why don’t we get some food in you and talk, yeah?” Gaz gently helps you up, leading you into the kitchen.
Mohawk was heating up soup on your stove top, he was humming softly. Price was sitting at the table looking at his phone with the implant sitting on a paper towel. He looked up, smiling at you.
“Glad to see you up, love!” He looks at you and then the implant “Soap brought down some soup, which is..?”
“Done!” Soap places five bowls on the table “Ghost is on his way down..”
“What kind of name is Soap?” you ask curiously “Did your parents want you to have a unique name?”
“Ach noo, it’s a nickname, my name is John and so is Price’s and apparently everyone else here is named John so it helps us keep everyone apart..” leaning against the counter Soap explains with a smile.
“Ohh..” nodding as you think about it “Most of the men I used to work with were named John and it was a nightmare to distinguish which was which because none of them wanted to go by their last names”
Sitting down you look at the implant curiously, it looked like a small silver ball.
“Makes sense that was messing me up, I’m allergic to silver!” You explain looking a bit surprised “I’m surprised I didn’t keel over and die..”
Suddenly all eyes are on you.
“Did I say something wrong” you ask confused looking between all three men.
“Duck, let’s get some food in you before we go any further…” Gaz spoke softly
You nod nervously “Alright..”
Someone knocked on the door right as you started sitting down. The door opened to reveal a tall, strong but not muscular, blonde. Your mouth dried up instantly, he was just as hot as the other three.
Then it hit you, you had four unknown men who were all extremely attractive were in your house. You had let them perform a procedure while you had been knocked out from pain medication. However, no alarm bells rang out in your mind, if anything you've never felt so safe and content.
“Don’t think too hard, pup” the blonde one who upclose appeared to have eyeliner on. Smirking at you as you realized you were probably staring.
“Sorry..” you flush, feeling a bit embarrassed looking at the table.
“You’re okay Duck, let’s get some food in you..I have a feeling you missed breakfast.” Gaz’s soothing voice pulled you from your embarrassment as he softly brushed his hand over your back.
You nod and watch as Soap serves everyone soup. You anxiously waited for someone to eat first, an odd anxiety created as a child from praying before eating or else you’d be punished.
Price took the first bite and you immediately started eating, you felt famished and half-starved.The soup was potato-bacon soup, it was hearty and delicious. You almost moaned from how good it was.
“Soooo..” Soap started “Where are ya from?” He was looking at you with curious eyes.
“I moved here from the city but uh I grew up in a smaller town north here.” You smile while finishing up your soup. “Some of our property went into the woods and so me and my friends would camp out there, then I got attacked by some dog and we moved almost right after….”
“I assume you guys are from here?” You return the question with a small smile.
“We've been around here for a long time, pup” Scraping his bowl, Ghost responded.
“We live a few miles south of you, love” Price continued for Ghost, also finishing up his soup.
Gaz looked at you quizzically “Did you not go to college? Not to be judgemental but I’m surprised you could afford to move out here so young, Duck..”
Laughing you shake your head “You’re fine, I get this a lot.” setting your bowl to the side you reply “I’m actually 60! Everyone always thinks I’m still in my late teens, I have no clue why I look like how I did as a teenager.. I went to college and now I do freelance accounting work!”
Gaz dropped his spoon in his bowl, his eyes wide staring at you before they darted over to Price. Soap slapped his hand over his mouth with an expression similar to Gaz’s. Price didn’t look super surprised and neither did Ghost.
Sighing Price looks at you sincerely “Love, you're going to think we are crazy but you’re a werewolf.”
You just stare at them blankly.
“What?” You ask incredulously, looking at each of the men. They all had genuine looks on their faces, you could tell none of them were lying. “But werewolves aren’t real..?”
“Let’s head outside and we'll show ya, pup.” Ghost stood up and opened up the sliding glass door, Gaz and Soap quickly walked outside looking excited. You followed hesitantly with Price gently leading you outside.
Gaz and Soap are stripping out of their clothes, it didn’t surprise you that Soap was commando. It was a pleasant surprise to see Gaz wearing lace panties. Your face heated up as you turned away and pinch yourself unsure if this was real. “Um, what are you guys doin?” You ask, blushing.
“Don’t wanna rip the clothes pup” Ghost huffs, while also undressing.
“Oh!” nodding you glance up only to find them all naked, you avert your eyes to the ground immediately.
Soap walked up to you, looking confused “Why aren’t ya..”
“Soap..” Price grabbed Soap’s shoulder “Go over with Gaz.”
Gently lifting your chin up, Price held your face so you were looking at Gaz and Soap. Price chuffed at the boys and motioned for them to get on with it.
Soap grinned at you as you watched as his body transformed into an actual wolf. Gaz did the same, it was an odd mix of animorph-type transformation and something out of a horror flick.
Gaz and Soap trotted up to you licking your hands and brushing against your legs. Lifting your hand you hesitantly brush your hand over Soap’s head, much like you would a dog, it seemed like he had a ‘mohawk’ even in wolf form. Gaz just sat next to you leaning against you.
“Love,” Price grabbed your attention as he spoke. “Now they can just do a regular wolf form, however, there is another form which I’ll show you now…”
Price stepped a few steps back before he shifted, it was an interesting mix of human and wolf, it vaguely reminded you of a furry but more wolf-like. He could stand on his back legs but also could easily run on all fours, then he shifted all the way to a wolf form.
Clasping your hand over your mouth you look at them in awe. You pinched yourself to make sure this wasn’t some insane dream. Maybe they were right?
Ghost clasped a hand over your shoulder, startling you from your awe. “Wanna try? It’ll feel good, ease that ache?”
You look at Ghost a bit confused on how he knew about the ache…
“I um, don’t know how to...” you look at Ghost curiously.
“I’ll help ya’ pup” sighing Ghost tightened his grip on you.
It was an odd feeling shifting, it was quite painful but it was over fast. You have a shocked look on your face looking between everyone. You huff once you realize that you're smaller than Soap, Ghost, and Price. You and Gaz are roughly the same size which eases the frustration quite a bit.
You walk around a bit getting used to walking on all fours. It felt odd and wrong- but also right? Feeling conflicted you look up at everyone else, Soap and Gaz are play wrestling, Ghost and Price are sunning themselves pressed up against each other.
It was clear the pack(?) was very close with one another. It made you feel oddly left out…sitting off to the side you watch the men-wolves? It was a really nice day out and for once in the past few decades you felt no pain. It was relaxing and so incredibly soothing. Resting your head on your paws you doze off, still quite exhausted from the past few days.
#call of duty#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz x reader#john price x reader#john price#captain john price#werewolves#werewold au#mw2
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GIRLIE IM BACK HI I MISSED UR WRITING SM (and my brain was working)
MUNCHER EDDIE GOING UNDER READERS DESK WHILE SHES DOING SMTH (idk what she's doing... maybe reading or smth 😭) TO 'HELP' HER FOCUS BUT HE RLLY JUST WANTS ATTENTION
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HI BBY! 💖
You’re sitting at the kitchen table meticulously wrapping your friends baby shower gift when you hear one of the kitchen chairs squeak. It’s startled you because you’re suppose to be alone downstairs.
You feel a hand trail up your shin and you scream but Eddie shushes you letting you know it’s just him.
“Eddie what the fuck are you doing? you gave me a heart attack!”
“I’m gunna help you focus on your wrapping”
“How are you going to do that from down there?you asked, still annoyed he scared you.
“Just trust me” you can hear the smirk in his voice. The cocky SOB.
You choose to unhinge him until you feel his warm hands splay over top of your upper thighs and running up to your ok hips. He suddenly grips them and jerks your body to the edge of the chair so your ass is just hardly in the edge.
“Edward I swear to—“ you cut your self off when you feel his face pressed into your clothed cunt.
Eddie’s head is under your sundress and his hot breath is fanning over your inner thighs as he kisses your soft skin.
“We don’t- oh fuck-have time” you’ve been stressed about this party for weeks. Your. Been the sole planner of the entire party and the fifth completely slipped your mind until today and the party is this afternoon.
“Yes we do, and your schedule says it’s Eddie and y/n time”
“No it doesn’t “ your breath was shaky.
“Sure it dose” later you would find Eddie’s chicken scratch marking up your daily agenda.
“Gotta take care of my girl, she takes care of everything else.” He mumbled as he pulled your cotton panties aside.
You tired so hard to fight it, you’re so stubborn but Eddie knew you needed to relax. He ravaged you like he hadn’t eaten in days, his skilled tongue was so fast as he flicked your clit over and over until that oh so familiar feeling built.
The gift was long forgotten as your weeping pussy dripped on Eddie’s face. Your grip now in his hair instead of folding the wrapping paper. Your dress flipped up and you could see Eddie’s big brown eyes gazing into yours as he tongue ducks your pussy.
“Baby! Fuck I’m so close” you cry. The coil was about to unravel within you. Eddie didn’t let up, he know your body like the back of his hand. He knew he would have you cumming on his tongue in 3…2…1, one last flick and your body contacted into Eddie as you hinged over, pressing his face even further into your pussy.
Eddie pulled back after I king you clean and he sees the smile of the dazed fucked out look on your face.
“There’s my girl”
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x y/n#tj’s mailbox#🦇 anon
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Do or Drink 2 | Joe Burrow
Summary: Despite what Joe wants, the game continues but is stopped when a dare sounds like too much for Joe and it’s impossible to not give him what he wants.
Pairing: Joe burrow x first person reader
Words: 3237
Notes: this fic contains smut so 18+ please. Thank you so much for liking my other fics, I hope you enjoy!! ❤️
“Wait, stop it.” I quickly said just as Joe was about to thrust into me. Joe looked up at me, thinking something was wrong as I began to shimmy my way out from under Joe. “Are you seriously going to leave me like this because you want to continue the game?” Joe asked me, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face as he referred to his boner. I could tell he was annoyed that I wouldn’t let him relieve himself just yet. What can I say? I was enjoying this game and I didn’t want it to end just yet. “If I recall correctly, it’s your turn.” I said and grabbed my panties from the ground and put them back on. I patted Joes thigh, trying to take my eyes off of the tent in his pants and go back to the game, although with every passing second, I could feel the throb in my pants get more intense, and I somewhat regretted not letting Joe fuck me.
Joe glared at me for a few seconds before reaching over and grabbing another card and then started to read it. As soon as Joe read it, he began to chuckle to himself and then look over to me, contemplating whether he should do it or not. “Don’t drink, do it.” I laughed and tried to look at the card. “Then I have to sit on your lap until it’s my turn again.” He said. I began to laugh more and then snatched the card from his hands and read it, thinking it was a joke, but it wasn’t. “Are you kidding me? You weigh like 500 pounds. You’re gunna crush me.” I laughed, but put my feet down on the ground instead of on the couch to prepare myself for his big ass to sit on me.
“Excuse me? What’s with the fat shaming? I’m only 220 or some shit.” Joe laughed a little before rubbing his hands together in a playful manner while he scooted on closer to me. “Oh boy.” I said to myself as he shimmied his way onto my lap. Joe sat sideways with his feet on the couch so he could put some weight on the couch instead of it all on me. “Holy shit.” I strained when my legs began to ache already as he pushed me down into the couch. We both began to laugh as Joe handed me another card so we could hurry this up and he could get off of my lap. I flipped the card around in my hand and began to read it. “Oooh, yes. Now this I can do.” I said with a little giggle and set the card back down. I reached up and grabbed the top of my bra and began to pull it down until my breasts were completely uncovered. I looked up at Joe as he swallowed hard.
As he looked down at my breasts, his cheeks and ears turned the shade of a tomato and he started breathing heavier. “Did you know that I have a love hate relationship with this game.” Joe asked me as I put my bra back on. “And why is that?” I joked, knowing exactly the reason. Joe loved that during this game, he got to see my breasts or tease me or do things that no other game would allow him to do. The part he hated was that he’s been sitting here with a boner basically since the start of the game, which isn’t very ideal for him. “You know why.” Joe chuckled as he got off my lap and sat down next to me where he originally was since it was his turn again. He leaned forwards and picked up another card and read it out loud with a big laugh. “Imitate your partners moaning or drink twice…oh fuck yeah.” Joe continued to laugh before setting the card down and clearing his throat, preparing himself. Joe began to let out loud and open mouthed moans in a girly way, imitating how I moan. “Oh Joey. Fuck.” He continued to moan.
The whole time, I couldn’t stop laughing as he continued to moan out things that I usually do. “You’re so big!” Joe moaned before I slapped his arm. “The other one I have said, but that one…I have never said that once.” Joe and I both laughed, making him stop moaning finally. “Yeah, but we both know you’re thinking it.” He said and raised his eyebrows up and down really quickly with that panty dropping smile on his face and a wink. I shook my head as I began to blush and grabbed another card with a laugh. Joe placed his hand on my thigh and began to squeeze at my bare skin. I was still only in my panties and bra from having to take off pieces of clothing and it was getting extremely cold. “You’re not going to like this one.” I said with a little laugh and shook my head even more. I knew it would turn him on even more and would drive him crazy. “What is it?” Joe asked curiously. “Both of the options suck.” I said. Joe looked at me a little confused before I said, “either lick your partner’s waist or finish both of your drinks.” I said. I knew that if I finished both of our drinks which were still pretty full, I would surely get drunk, but I knew the other option wasn’t the best for Joe. Joe groaned a little bit out of frustration and rubbed the back of his neck. I then looked down at the huge tent in his pants.
With a small smile, I stood up and walked in front of Joe. Joe just trailed his eyes up my body until we made eye contact. I could see every detail as I stood in front of Joe while he sat manspread on the couch. His bright blue eyes, his long curls that draped over his forehead, his jaw line that was begging me to place kisses along it, his bare neck which I wanted to leave magenta marks on, those plump and red lips and hands that I wanted on me again. I didn't know if it was the mixture of me being horny while being intoxicated that made my head a little fuzzy or the fact that my perfect husband was sitting down right in front of me looking absolutely beautiful, but all I could focus on was him.
My core clenched around nothing and a breath hitched in my throat. “Fuck this game.” I said quickly and pulled the hair tie off of my wrist and gathered up all of my hair, securing it loosely in a ponytail. "You’re fine with ending the game, right?" I asked him with a giggle and started to walk closer to him, despite already knowing the answer. I saw how excited he was getting. Joes eyes filled with lust and he quickly started to pull down his shorts. "I wanted to end the game before but of course you wanted to keep going." Joe said quickly and frantically pulled himself out of his boxers. His cock, free from his pants, tried to spring up, but was weighed down from the size of it as I bent down in front of him on my knees.
With a loud gulp at the size of him, I made eye contact with him and brought my mouth closer to the tip. Opening my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the pre-cum that coated it before flicking my tongue over the sweet spot on the side of it, tasting the salty remnants. Joe sucked in a breath at the initial contact and in a matter of seconds, tangled his left hand in my hair that was in my ponytail. "C'mon, Don't tease." Joe strained, having waited long enough for this. While maintaining eye contact, I took him in my mouth and started to suck and slurp while grabbing the base of his cock with my right hand since I couldn't take him all. "Oh fuck." Joe hissed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head while I made sure not to neglect a single vein as I sucked him into oblivion. I went down until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and then started to bob my head up and down.
My hand at the base of his cock worked together with my mouth to ensure that I didn’t miss a single inch of him. As I looked up at Joe, he breathed heavily and gripped my hair tightly, forcing my head down on his cock. While I bobbed my head up and down, Joe emphasized my movements by pushing my head down so his cock hit the back of my throat each time, almost making me gag. Tears and mascara ran down my face until I needed to pull away from Joe to get in a breath. With my other hand, I gripped Joes thigh and pulled my mouth off of him while still pumping him with my other hand. Joe, knowing I needed a break to breathe and now able to look down at me, made eye contact with me as a stream of saliva and precum dripped down my chin and onto Joe’s thigh.
"Come here." Joe said and started to lift me up off of the ground in front of him. My knees cracked in the process from being on the hard ground and then I straddled Joes lap. Joe placed his arms on the back of the couch, wanting me to do everything since I denied him sex for a while. Nerves flooded my body and I questioned if I could even do this. Every single time I've rode Joe, Halfway through my legs burn and it feels like I can't go anymore. It gets to the point where Joe has to take over, but today I kind of deserve it I guess. "Use the couch baby. Just use the couch." Joe talked me up. Joe breathed heavily as the desire for him to be inside of me increased. "You can do it." Joe hummed softly.
I took a deep breath, and, with a nod, moved my panties to the side. As I touched my panties, I felt the pool that formed and was currently getting bigger, and my thighs were damp with my own arousal. I lined myself up with Joe before slowly lowering myself onto his cock. The tip of Joes cock pushed through my soaking folds and I sunk down a little deeper. A loud gasp escaped my lips as I took a second to get adjusted to his size. My walls clenched down around him, making us both say, "fuck", at the same time. I let out loud moans as I sunk down deeper and deeper on Joe, his cock stretching me out and filling me up in the most perfect ways. "That's it, baby, you can take more." Joe groaned, muttering sweet words of encouragement which only made me more confident. With Joes words and a loud moan that escaped my lips, I sunk all the way down on Joes cock.
I began to move up and down on Joes cock and move my hips forwards and backwards, creating a rhythm that almost sent me over the edge as soon as I started. From under me, Joe wasn't ashamed of hiding his noises of pleasure and groans as I road him. Hearing Joe only made me want to pleasure him more, so I road him faster and harder, the tip of his dick hitting my g-spot repeatedly every time I sunk all the way down on his cock, making me let out loud open mouthed moans. A feeling of total pleasure and euphoria washed over me and flooded my head and I leaned my head back and sealed my eyes shut. I moved forwards more and hit a spot I missed the entire time and let out a loud, "oh fuck Joey.”
With his left hand, Joe brought it up and grabbed my chin between his index finger and thumb, bringing my head down. I opened my eyes and made eye contact with Joe before my legs started to burn. I slowed down the movement of my hips and let out a moan when Joe brought his hand back down to where we were connected and rubbed his thumb gently over my clit. "Use the couch, baby." Joe said through gritted teeth as I rode him and my walls fluttered around his dick. I listened to him and put my hands on the back of the couch and gripped it hard.
While maintaining eye contact with Joe, I used the couch as leverage and started to bounce up and down on him faster, his cock once again hitting my cervix with even more force, my veins coursing with pure ecstasy. "Fuck-There you go." Joe groaned and clenched his jaw down hard as I rode him. Within a few seconds, I felt a knot in my stomach and then my high washed over me. I crumbled on Joes lap as my legs and then whole body began to shake. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. "Oh my gosh." I breathed out as my body came down from my high. I breathed heavily as my orgasms washing over me. With a little moan, I lifted myself off of Joe's cock. “You did so good." Joe talked me up as he lifted me off of his lap and on the couch so I was laying flat on my back. Joe climbed up in between my legs and kissed my lips before he trailed his kisses along my jawline and then settled on a spot on my neck, surely leaving magenta marks. While he did this, he took off my panties and threw them to the side again.
I let out eager moans as he sucked and kissed the soft skin on my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged a little bit as my core throbbed. “I need you.” I begged as I breathed heavily, needing Joe inside of me again. “Be patient." Joe said, teasing me. Joe began to slowly kiss and suck on the other side of my neck, leaving hickeys on that side too. One of joes hands started to squeeze and play with my right breast. Moaning slightly, I put my hands on joes back and dug my fingernails into it, wanting him to stop messing around. “Please.” I sighed eagerly as he continued to kiss my neck. Right after I said this, Joe spread my legs apart with one hand and then detached his lips from my neck with a small popping sound.
Joe looked into my eyes, but all I could focus on was what was in between his legs. I once again gulped the size and started to wiggle underneath of him, needing him. “Go on, baby.” Joe said. I reached down slowly and grabbed his cock in my hand. Joe groaned at the contact as I gave it a few small pumps with my hand. I looked at the tip that was red and dotted with not only his pre-cum but my arousal as well and started to slide the tip along my soaking wet folds. Soon after I did this, he pushed into me. I tensed up at the immediate feeling as he stretched me out and filled me up. “Fuck, baby.” Joe moaned at the feeling of my walls squeezing around him. I gasped roughly at the feeling of him inside of me but took a few deep breaths which calmed me down and let me acclimate to his size. “Are you okay?” Joe asked me. I quickly nodded in response, preparing for the pleasure I was about to feel. As soon as I nodded, he began to thrust deeply into me, letting me adjust to his length before he started to go in faster and harder.
My nails dug into joes back as he repeatedly thrust into me, and I knew I was leaving red welts and even blood. “Oh Joey. Fuck." I said, moaning his name loudly. Every time Joe would pull out a little, it was met with a fast and hard thrust back into me. As he fucked me, I arched my back and ran my fingers either through his hair or his muscular back, the feeling of pleasure taking over. His hips slammed against mine so hard that he had to hold my hip with one hand so I didn’t move as much. A clapping sound filled the room shortly after. My mascara and tears streamed down my face as we made eye contact. No matter what, Joe wanted to look into my eyes. He wanted to look at my fucked out face and see just how good he made me feel. It didn’t matter if it was in a mirror or not, he loved looking at me. When I thought he couldn’t get any hotter, he reached up with his other hand and grabbed onto the arm of the couch for more stability as his hips snapped quickly against mine and picked up the pace, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.
I felt the knot come back, but I didn’t focus on it and I didn’t want Joe to push me to my orgasm just yet. The amount of pleasure I was feeling was unlike no other and I wanted to feel this forever. I continuously let out moans and when the pleasure started to get replaced with some pain, I bit my lip hard and soon tasted blood. As we made eye contact, Joe read my facial expression and then dropped one of his hands down to where we were connected and started to rub slow and gentle circles into my clit. “Don’t stop!” I moaned out loudly as the pain was once again replaced with pleasure. I’m in sensation overload and it feels amazing: Joe’s slow circles on my clit and the way he is fucking me into the couch with every thrust is driving me absolutely crazy. When the knot became too hard to ignore, I arched my back and felt myself clench around him as I came apart for Joe, my orgasm washing over me once again. “Joey.” I moaned his name loudly, scratching his back hard as his hips continued to thrust into me quickly. As we made eye contact, I shook my head slightly, letting Joe know that I wasn’t able to go any more rounds, so Within a few seconds, Joe’s thrusts got sloppy before he groaned and I felt a twitch inside of me.
I let out one final moan as Joe pulled out of me and collapsed by my side as my body rippled and shook next to him, my orgasm washing over me. The both of us breathed heavily, sweat coating the both of our foreheads and Joe’s liquid ran down my thigh. “You’re amazing.” I said, out of breath. Joe looked over at me and wrapped me in his arms. “No you are.” He said, also out of breath, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
#joe burrow#joeburrow#cincinnati bengals#nfl#joe burrow bengals#joe shiesty#joey b#bengals#joey burrow#joe burrow x reader#joe burrow imagine#joe burrow smut#joe x reader#joe burr
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I’LL BE THE JUDGE
summary: steve and robin get into an argument about which one of them can give a girl a better orgasm, you come up with an idea to settle the argument once and for all.
fandom: stranger things
parings: steve x f reader, robin x f reader
warnings: swearing, brief mention of squiring, protected sex! (yay), fingering, oral (reader receiving), smut as in getting railed by both steve and robin (separately)
“Isn’t it obvious? I mean as a girl I know the female anatomy pretty well,” Robin said to Steve. “Unlike most guys I know where the clit is.”
“I know where the clit is,” Steve replied. “And it’s not hard to make a girl cum, at least, not for me.”
You and Robin laughed. “You are so cocky, Steve,” you said.
You had met Steve and Robin when Scoops Ahoy was still open and it didn’t take long for all three of you to become close friends.
“He’s bluffing,” Robin smirked.
“Oh, yeah? How many girls have you had female ejaculate over your face?” Steve asked.
“You’ve made girls squirt?” You laughed. Steve nodded, rather proudly. “Okay, but you do realise just because a girl squirts doesn’t mean it’s good sex.”
Steve frowned at you. “We’re not talking about whether or not it’s good, we’re talking about making a girl cum.”
“Well, I for one like to make sure it’s good and that she cums,” Robin shrugged. Steve rolled his eyes. “Therefore I am better at fucking girls than Steve Harrington.”
“You are not.”
“I am so!”
“Why don’t we settle this argument, huh?” You asked, looking between both of them. “Both of you fuck me and i’ll be the judge.”
“What…?” Steve asked, eyes wide staring at you. Robin’s jaw was dropped, her face beat red.
“Aren’t you straight? How is this gunna be fair for me?” Robin asked.
“Honestly Robin, i’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I met you,” you replied. Robin gulped at your words.
“This isn’t gunna be fair for me then!” Steve exclaimed.
You turned around to face him, placing a hand on his cheek. “Don’t worry, Harrington, I want to fuck you too,” you smiled.
“How are we doing this then?” Steve asked, smirking as he moved closer to you. Robin glared at him, nudging him as her hand landed on your thigh.
You laughed. “Just do whatever both of you would normally do to a girl,” you sighed, smiling at the both of them.
“Who’s going first?” Robin asked, looking over at Steve.
“I’ll go first,” Steve said.
“Yeah, good idea, that way Y/N can finish up with good sex,” Robin said.
“Please, my dick could save lives,” Steve replied.
“Stop fighting and someone fuck me already,” you said. Robin and Steve looked over at you as you dragged your panties down your legs and hiked your skirt up.
Steve made quick work taking his pants off, moving closer to you. You tutted, a hand on his chest. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” You asked.
“Oh, right,” Steve smirked, pushing his lips against yours. You raised your eyebrows, your eyes fluttering shut nonetheless. He pulled away. “I thought we weren’t doing the whole foreplay thing, sorry,” Steve shrugged.
“I wasn’t talking about foreplay,” you scoffed.
Steve felt something hit his back and when he turned around he saw an unopened condom on the bed. He picked it up, eyebrows knitted together.
“She’s talking about a condom, you moron,” Robin said, rolling her eyes.
Steve looked up at you as you snatched the blue plastic square from his hand, ripping it open with your teeth. “Sorry Harrington, I don’t want a mini you running around my house and an angry father searching the streets with a shotgun in nine months time,” you shrugged, rolling the condom onto his dick. “There you go, i’m all yours,” you smiled.
Steve blinked at you for a moment before moving closer. One hand rested on your hip as he lied you down, the other guiding his dick towards your entrance.
You let out a shaky moan at the feeling of his hard dick pushing inside of you and Steve’s eyes snapped up at your face. He slowly began to rock back and forth, completely forgetting that Robin was sitting right behind him and instead solely focused on you and the way your face was screwed up in pleasure.
“That feel good?” Steve asked. You nodded, letting out a small moan. Steve groaned at the sound. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingernails digging into his skin as he drilled himself into you. “Fuck you’re so tight,” Steve whispered.
“Stretch me out, baby,” you smirked up at him. He gulped, suddenly feeling nervous because there was a big possibility that he was going to cum before you. But even if that did happen, there was no way he was losing this challenge.
You reached up, pressing your soft lips against Steve’s, kissing him passionately as his hips snapped faster into you and one hand moved down to your clit. His fingers rubbed circles into your bud, making your hips jolt. Your moans were muffled by his tongue down your throat.
Robin was seated to the side, her eyes glued to your face while her best friend fucked you. In any other circumstance this would probably be weird, but right now, it was one of the less weird things going on in all three of your lives. You know, considering the Upside Down and all.
“Fuck me harder,” you said, glaring up at him. “This is a competition, remember? So fuck me like you mean it.”
Steve furrowed his eyebrows at your words, but listened to you nonetheless, snapping his hips harder and faster into you. You threw your head back on the brink of you orgasm. It was right there, just a few more strokes and you’d be finished.
“Fuck, Steve,” you moaned. “Right there, i’m so close.”
Steve glanced over his shoulder at Robin, giving her a smug smile. Robin flipped him off. Both of their eyes snapped back onto you as you let out an unholy sound and Steve’s eyes widened at the feeling of your tight walls pulsating around his cock.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his own orgasm tearing through him at the mere feelings of you coming on his cock. Steve pulled out of you, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead. You smiled up at him.
“Okay, get out of the way loser,” Robin said, pushing Steve away from you. He stumbled off of the bed, pulling his pants back on but his eyes remained glued to you.
You looked down at Robin as she made herself comfortable between your legs, her breath fanning across your heat. You bit your bottom lip as she waisted no time pushing her tongue against your clit.
Licking and sucking on your bud, making your back arch as loud moans, whimpers and cries escaped your lips.
Your fingers tangled through her hair, legs clamping shut around her head as she continued to eat you out as if this was her last meal.
“Jesus Christ,” you gasped as the girl pushed two fingers inside of your wet hole, curling them into that spongy spot that drove you crazy. “Fuck Robin,” you squeezed your eyes shut for a brief moment.
Your hands moved from her hair to her cheeks, pulling her face away from your clit and towards you. Her fingers didn’t stop working their magic inside of you as you smashed your lips against hers. You could taste yourself on her tongue and you moaned into her mouth.
Robin slipped a third finger inside of you and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as her lips moved from yours down to your neck, sucking soft hickey’s into your sensitive skin.
“Feels good, huh?” Robin asked, her voice just above a whisper. You whimpered are her words, nodding your head slowly and Robin smirked over at Steve.
Steve rolled his eyes at his friend, shaking his head.
“You’re gunna make me cum,” you said, back arching into her. Robin moved her face back down to your heat, her tongue kitten licking through your folds again, sucking hard on your clit. “Don’t stop, Robin. Don’t fucking stop!” You cried out as your second orgasm began to build inside of you.
Your moans stopped for a brief second as you orgasm broke free, the flood gates releasing. You cried out Robin’s name over and over again and she continued to finger fuck you until you physically couldn’t take anymore and you had to push her away.
You laid still, staring up at the ceiling as Robin pulled your skirt back down, covering your ruined pussy.
“So, who won?” Steve asked, sitting down beside you.
You sighed happily, a fucked out look on your face. “You were great, Steve,” you began. Steve smiled over at Robin. “But Robin gave me a better orgasm,” you finished, closing your eyes. “Sorry, Harrington.”
Robin smirked at Steve. “Yeah, sorry, Harrington,” Robin teased. “Girls do it better.”
You held up the palm of your hand and Robin gave you a hi-five, the both of you laughing at Steve’s annoyed reaction.
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Can you make a Sturniolo sister thing where she gets her first period for the first time and the boys think she’s dying? I think it would be so funny.😭😭🤣

First Period
Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets (SLS is 12 and the triplets are 16)
warnings: blood, period stuff, all fluff
summary: SLS gets her first period, and her brothers have no idea what to do.
unedited
SLS’s POV
My stomach had felt like I ran a mile all day. But it was finally time to go home, and I was in the back seat with Nick, while Matt was driving, and Chris was next to him in the passenger seat, playing our car playlist through the AUX.
We finally arrived home and I was the first out of the car, trying to get inside so I could go take an Advil for my stomachache. My mom and dad weren’t home yet so I had to wait for Matt to get out and give me the Keys.
“Oh my god.” I hear Nick say from the back of the car. I walk back to see what was the matter.
I look into the car only to see a little puddle of blood, right where I was sitting. I turn around and Nick gasps.
“oh my god this is not happening right now!” I say snatches by the keys from Matt, who was staring at me in shock, just like Chris and Nick.
I run to unlock the house, then bolt to the closest bathroom and lock the door.
I’ve only ever heard about period. Besides reading the American Girl doll book on becoming a teen, I had no idea what to do.
I decided to just wait in the bathroom till mom comes home.
Chris’s POV
“oh shit oh shit oh shit! What the fuck do we do?!” I say frantically, looking back and fourth between Nick and Matt.
“I don’t fucking know, is she gunna die?” Matt breaths back, still staring at the blood in shock.
“Shut the fuck up I’m calling mom!” Nick scolds us, as he hold his phone up in speaker phone.
“hello?” I hear my moms voice from Nick’s phone.
“MOM SLS/N IS BLEEDING FROM HER FUCKING ASS I THINK SHES GUNNA DIE WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO?!?” I yell, panicking, before Nick could even say a word.
To our surprise, our mom just laughs.
“Mom! This is not funny! We’re not filming we are being serious. I can send you a pick right now there’s fucking blood on the seat!” Nick yells into the phone, panicking just as much as the rest of us.
“Honey, SLS/N will s fine! She got her period that’s all.” She said, explaining why she was laughing.
We all looked at each other confused, until Matt whipped his phone out and began typing fast. He scrolled for a couple seconds, read, then looked up with wide eyes. He read it aloud.
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“so do you understand now?” My mom asked through the phone. We were no longer panicking, but we still were a little put off still.
“Alright boys, I need to get back to work. I love you and I’ll be home soon. Oh! Go under my bathroom sink and there should be a fresh box of pads. Bring those to SLS/N for me.” I love you!”
“love you.” We all said in unison, then Nick hung up the phone.
SLS’s POV
I’ve been in here for about 30 minutes. I was so embarrassed that that happens in front of my brothers. They’re probably freaking out and calling 911. I know I should go out there and tell them I’m okay, but I just can’t bring myself to do it.
Then there was a knock in the bathroom door.
“hey SLS/N. We called mom and we know what happening.” Nick’s voice said.
“okay.” I said, awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.
“mom had a box of pads and I brought you some new clothes.” He said. I sighed in relief and opened the door.
“thanks.” I said, looking down as I took the clothes and pads from him.
“we’ll be on the couch when your done.” He said, giving me a soft smile. I nod and close the door, changing into a pair of my sweatpants and one of Chris’s hoodies.
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I walk out of the bathroom, feeling fresh after changing out of my bloody clothes. I walk into the living room where my brothers are. They were watching a show.
“c’mere kiddo.” Chris says, breaking the awkward silence. I walk over and snuggle into him. He rubs my back while Matt grabs a blanket and covers me, then sits next to me and brings my legs into his lap.
“sorry for going crazy on ya kid, we had no idea what the fuck was going on.” Chris says, to which we all laugh, snuggle up, and watch our show together.
I hope this is what u were along for! ❤️
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Violette ran through the farmyard, disappointed that her father's attentions had been pulled elsewhere, when she found Will looking out over the gorge where they liked to play cops and robbers when the adults weren't looking. Before he could even notice her, she had scurried up the fence that protected the horses from falling into the pit below. As she pirouetted and walked along the uneven wooden barrier Will looked up in horror, “Violette! Get down! I told you my Poppa doesn't let us up there. Its not safe!”
Her voice called out from above, echoing off the orange rocks without a hint of fear, “Oh what, are you scaaaaared?”
As though to punctuate her words, she spun her arms around like windmills, letting her balance pull her back and forth like she was going to fall. William let out a small yelp and she leaned toward the left, as though she were falling into the shallow rushing water below. Even the birds flew away at his cry, like they were preparing to swoop after her into the valley to see if she would ever stand against the blue skies with them again.
Instead she caught herself at the last minute, jumping off of the beam and landing delicately on her toes beside William. She greeted his shocked expression with a small bow and triumphant smile.
With two feet safely on the ground, Violette let out a loud laugh, “Oh, don’t be a baby, Will! It’s not my fault you fall for it every time!” She stopped to stick out her tongue at him, “You’re so gullible!”
He crossed his arms and began to sulk away, “I am not! And one time you’re gunna fall for real and I’ll be right!”
She ran after him, still laughing but in a much more gentle way this time, “I’ll never fall! Look!” Once she had his full attention, Violette stood on the very tips of her feet, holding her balance until they went numb and any child with less willpower would have dropped back down. His eyes went wide in amazement but then her heels hit the sand below and he seemed to remember why he was angry with her, “I’ve seen that, Lottie!”
He sulked away again, sinking into the desert flowers in a huff. She stared at him with his head on his knees and suddenly felt a guilty pang, “I know, I’m sorry. We can play cops and robbers now.”
Still he didn’t answer, so she bent amongst the flowers and picked a handful for him. He took them from her outstretched hand and moved slightly for her to sit near him. She leaned onto his arm, trying to nudge out what was bothering him the way she knew she could. He looked up, back toward the fence where she had been walking moments before, "You’re so brave, Lottie, you know that? I been thinkin’ and—and I shoulda said something when Billy was mean to you.”
She grabbed the flower away from him and brought it to her lips, blowing the petals on the breeze before she laid it back on the ground and spoke, “That’s okay. I can stand up for myself. I know you’re my friend.”
“But…doesn’t it bother you? You know, when they ask about your parents…about the way you look and the way you talk?”
Violette absentmindedly laid onto the sand, drawing circles with her finger as her mind raced. Ever since she had put Billy in his place, no one had said anything so blatant to her; but she knew some of them went home to tell their parents or whisper about her behind her back. It was the same thing that happened on the street sometimes, every time someone assumed her Aunt Jo was her mother or gave her parents a dirty look.
She didn’t really know how to explain that it did bother her, because she didn’t fully understand their disdain. Still a small feeling of anger rose up for their glares and questions, the ones that made her feel like her very existence was somehow an affront to them. But she wasn’t going to tell William that, or anyone for that matter.
So instead she began to adopt a sense of self-assured bravado, which became more real with every feigned response. She sat up and scoffed, answering Will’s question as though it were the silliest thing in the world, “Why would it bother me? That’s their problem. Not mine.”
Then she righted her shoulders and donned a smile, “So are we gunna okay cops and robbers now or are you still a big scaaaaredy-cat?”
Whatever remaining worries they had were forgotten as she ran into the distance, giving herself a head start before she mounted an invisible horse and swirled her lasso in the air. He jumped to his feet and placed an imaginary cowboy head atop his head to don the guise of the cop, chasing an outlaw across the open desert just like they did in olden days.
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His Little Girl Is Not Yet a Warrior
Jake Sully x Daughter! Reader
Plot: You are Jake and Neytiri’s only daughter. You and Lo’ak disobey your parents and travel to a dangerous cave where you fall and hurt yourself. Your dad rescues and comforts you while you’re being healed. The two of you have a discussion around your safety.
Warning: blood, injury
You and Lo’ak laugh as you race each other through the thick forest. Your chest burns and your legs are starting to ache, but you refuse to quit. He might be older, but you are for sure faster and you are gunna prove it. You pick up speed and manage to pass him for a second before he inches in front of you and tags the tree marked as the finish line.
“Ha! Point for me baby sister,” Lo’ak says with pride as he jogs in place and pants from exhaustion.
“Yeah yeah whatever, I almost had you at the end there,” you reply with annoyance.
You often hung out with Lo’ak while Neteyam was out hunting and going on missions with your parents. The two of you had not yet become warriors, meaning you had to miss out on all the important missions. Despite how incredibly annoying Lo’ak was as a big brother, you had a connection with him because you both felt like you were living in Neteyam’s shadow.
Lo’ak was the middle child, often ignored unless he was causing trouble… which he usually was. And you were the youngest, always sheltered despite being better at hunting than most kids your age. But for the most part you accepted it, knowing you would prove your worth when the time came.
You bend over with your palms resting on your knees to catch your breath after the race. Just then you got the bright idea to prank Lo’ak. It would be the perfect revenge for when he scared you earlier this morning. You place your hand to your chest and start to breathe heavy, as if you are struggling to get air through your lungs.
“Y/N, you okay?” Lo’ak asks with concern, but you don’t respond.
He runs over to you to see what is wrong. He takes your hand and lifts your face to look at you. “Do you need to sit down?”
“Gotcha!” You shout in his face and push him backwards. He stumbles and falls to the ground.
“No fair, you’re playing dirty!” he yells while sitting up.
“Looks to me like you’re the only one playing in the dirt big brother,” you tease him before holding out your hand to help him up.
Lo’ak takes your hand and proceeds to yank you down onto the ground where he is.
“Another point for me… you never learn,” Lo’ak throws his head back in laughter.
You playfully slap his arm and you both laugh with each other before taking a break to figure out what to do next.
“Wanna head back?” You ask.
“Nah, it’s not even close to eclipse. If we go back now, grandmother is going to force us to do those chores we forgot about.”
“Oh yeah, you’re right. Hmmm, we could check out that cave we found that one time when we were hunting!”
“I don’t know… Dad said we werent allowed to go there without him cause the terrain seemed unsafe. He would kill me if I took you there.”
“You scared or something?”
“Im not scared, I’ve just been on thin ice with Dad lately… I’m trying not to screw up again.”
You give him an annoyed look. You couldn’t believe that out of all the times Lo’ak would want to start a clean streak, it would be now.
He rolls his eyes at you. “Of course you don’t get it, mom and dad let you off easy. Me? Not so much.”
You knew that he was right… your brothers always got into more trouble because your parents gave them more responsibility. But you weren’t giving up that easy. You put on your best pouting face and look up at Lo’ak.
“You and Neteyam got to go with dad last time and he made me stay home. You said the cave was so cool, I just want to feel included.”
Lo’ak looks like he is thinking the decision over. You slip your arms around his waist to hug him and plead. “Please big brother? I’ll love you forever.”
“You already love me forever.”
“I’ll love you forever times infinity.”
After several moments of silence and contemplation, Lo’ak agrees.
“Fine, I’ll take you. But no playing around while we’re there, okay?”
“No playing around, got it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Lo’ak calls to his ikran and hops on. Then he takes your arm and helps you up as well. You sit in the front of him and he holds onto your stomach with one hand to keep you in place while holding the reigns with the other.
You were used to riding as a passenger because you had yet to pass your iknimaya. But the time would come soon, and you couldnt wait to have your own Ikran. Maybe then, you’d be treated a little more seriously. For now, you enjoy the feeling of the wind on your face as you lean into your brother’s chest and begin the journey to the cave.
You arrive at the cave opening and Lo’ak helps you down.
“Hold my hand the whole time, okay? I know the path, but I dont want you to fall.”
“Okay,” you respond and you take your brother’s hand.
Lo’ak begins to lead you deeper into the cave and you look up and around in awe at the colorful crystals surrounding you. “Its so beautiful here.”
“I know right, look at these cool structures over here,” he says while pointing to the left.
“Woah!” You exclaim. Lo’ak smiles at you, feeling happy that you are enjoying it already.
You reach a leveled platform in the cave and he releases your hand. “You can walk here on your own, but be careful. Step lightly.”
Excitedly, you leave his side and walk around to observe all the intriguing shapes and patterns on the cave walls. You stop and stare at one structure with spirals and shimmering purple stones. Pandora was your home, but there was always new things to explore… even more beautiful than the last. You turn back to glance at Lo’ak and see that he is admiring the illuminated stones on the ceiling.
After looking around a bit more, you see that there is a small pool of water to the far right of the area. A pond in this cave? So cool. You walk over to it and kneel down to get a closer look. There are tiny fishes swimming around, creating streams of bioluminescence the water. You dip your hand in and let them graze your fingers as they swim. It tickles, which causes you to giggle.
At the sound of your laugh, Lo’ak turns to see what you’re doing. “Y/N! Get away from there, it doesn’t look stable!” He yells.
“Huh?” You ask and you swiftly stand and move to turn towards him. But as you shift your weight, your foot slips, causing you to fall further down into the cave. Your body scrapes against the rough walls but you barely feel anything with the adrenaline from the fall.
“Y/N!” Lo’ak screams.
You finally stop sliding and your body hits the cave floor hard. You grunt in pain, putting a hand to your head where it hurts.
Lo’ak runs over, carefully slides down to where you are laying, and puts a hand behind you to support your head while he examines your body. His eyes travel to your legs. “Shit, this cut is bad.”
You look down and see a gash running from below your right knee to the middle of your calf. You barely felt it before, but once you see the blood, the pain begins immediately. You wince and feel the tears rising up.
Without question, Lo’ak turns on his comms and calls for your father.
“Dad!”
“Lo’ak?”
“Y/N’s hurt… it’s a huge cut on her leg.”
“Where are you?”
“We’re at the old cave. I know we shouldn’t be here, Dad. I’m sorry.”
“You should have something to wrap her cut in the pouch on your ikran saddle. Don’t move her, go get it and bring it back to her. I’m coming right now. Copy?”
“Copy.”
“Let me talk to her.”
Lo’ak connects the comms to your ear. “I’ll be right back,” he says before leaving to start climbing the cave walls.
“Dad?” You call to your father.
“Hey babygirl, I’m coming to get you. How you doing?”
“My leg is cut, there’s so much blood. And my head really hurts.”
“Lo’ak is getting something to wrap your leg and stop the bleeding. Take deep breaths, okay? I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay.”
Lo’ak comes back quickly, trying to be extra careful around the slippery, unstable edges. He jumps down to where you are, kneels in front of you, and lifts your leg onto his thigh. He wraps it carefully and tightly with some cloth. You hiss in pain as the fabric touches the wound and stings. The blood quickly stains the cloth, but it was the best he could do for now.
You turn to your brother apologetically, tears now streaming down your face. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you to bring me here.”
“It’s okay baby sister, don’t worry about it,” he assures you as he wipes your tears and rubs your back.
“Dad is gunna be so mad that we came here. I’m so stupid.”
“He could never be mad at you. I’ll take the blame,” he says as he moves to sit behind you, pulling you into his lap and being extra careful around the more smaller cuts and scrapes on your body.
You and Lo’ak always bicker and tease each other, but you know he would do anything for you. This was a clear example of that. He is selfless when it comes to others, and you feel guilty that he is willing to do this for you.
“Thanks Lo’ak. You can have all the points, okay?”
He laughed in response. “Don’t mention it.”
“It hurts,” you cry.
He places a hand gently on your head to soothe you. “I know, Dad is gunna be here soon and then they can fix you up.”
You close your eyes and wait for your father to arrive. After about 10 minutes, you hear the screech of his ikran and the flapping of it’s wings above.
“Lo’ak! Y/N!” He shouts.
“We’re down here, dad!” Lo’ak replies.
You hear your father run across the cave floor and carefully slide down to meet you. Lo’ak moves aside so your father could get to you.
“Daddy!” you cry. Feeling the tears well up again at the sight of him.
Jake puts a hand on your cheek, “I’m here, babygirl.” He moves to your leg immediately and carefully removes the blood stained wrapping to examine the wound. Blood continues to pool out.
“Fuck,” he blurted out in shock at the sight of the gash, forgetting to censor himself around his children. “That’s gunna need stitches, baby.” He tosses the bloody bandage to the side and begins to wrap it with a new one.
You groan at this statement, anticipating more pain when you get home.
“We gotta get you up this ledge,” he says as he helps you up. He drapes your arm over his shoulder and grabs your side. You hiss from the contact of your scrapes with his body.
“I know it hurts, we’ll be home soon” he says to you before turning to your brother.
“Lo’ak, go up first so you can help her.”
“Hop on one leg baby, I got you” he says to you.
They manage to hoist you up over the cave ledge and your father starts to carry you over to his ikran.
He turns to Lo’ak in the process, “what the hell were you thinking? I told you never to come here without me or your mom, and you took Y/N with you?! What if something worse had happened?”
Lo’ak looked ashamed, but prepared to be scolded as he was so used to it. “I know, I’m sorry Dad.”
“You clearly don’t know, cause you did it anyway. I’m gunna deal with you when we get home,” he says sternly.
“It’s not his fault, Dad. I begged him to bring me here, he didn’t want to.”
Lo’ak raises his head to look over at you in surprise. His expression turned worrisome, wondering what his dad would say.
Jake looks down at you in his arms in frustration. “Alright, we’ll discuss this later.”
You squeeze your eyes shut and bury your face in your dad’s chest, wanting to cry once more. Your wounds are painful… but surprisingly not as painful as getting your brother into more trouble with your dad.
He presses his comms and calls to your mom. “Neytiri, do you read me?”
“Ma Jake, did you reach them?”
“I got em, she cut her leg badly but she’s alright.”
Your mom sighs in relief. “Thank you, great mother.”
“We’re on our way back now, meet us there when you can,” he tells her.
He secures you on his ikran as best as he can and you all take off towards home.
Your grandmother immediately gets to work once you arrive back at the village.
“Lay still my child,” she says to you.
“Grandmother, how much is this going to hurt?”
“Only a little stinging. Once this is over, I will give you something to numb the area. You will not feel the stitches after that.”
You nod to her to continue the treatment.
“Squeeze my hand when it hurts, sweetheart” Jake tells you as he moves to sit beside you. You nod and interlock your fingers with his, preparing for the worst.
“Take a deep breath,” Jake tells you as he breathes deeply, instructing you to follow. He rests his available hand on your heart, mindful of the way it is racing. You feel calmer already, grateful for his presence. “It’ll be okay, I’m right here.”
As your grandmother disinfects the wound, you feel the painful stinging and you grip your father’s hand tight while squeezing your eyes shut. He rubs your back to soothe you.
Mo’at reaches for a small bowl and passes it to Jake. “Ma Itan, rub this generously on her smaller wounds,” she instructs her son-in-law.
Jake obeys and releases your grip to begin placing the medicine gently on each of your cuts and scrapes.
“Does that hurt, baby?” He asks with concern.
You shake your head and he gives you a light smile.
Your grandmother was right, you barely felt the needle from the stitches. Your dad talked to you the whole time to distract you from it. Once it was done, he picked you up and carried you to bed.
“It’s been a long day, we’ll talk in the morning” he tells you as he leans down to kiss you on the forehead.
“I’m not tired,” you lie. You were exhausted, but you needed to speak to him now.
“Hm, I would’ve thought all that crying you did earlier would tire you out” he teased playfully.
“Stay with me, dad? Just for a little while and then I’ll sleep.”
“I’ll stay with you for as long as you want me to, my love.”
He pulls you into his lap and hugs you tight. You let your body relax into his hold. “I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t mean to make you and mom worry.”
“I know,” he assures you as he holds your head to his chest and tucks your stray hairs behind your ear.
“Don’t punish Lo’ak, he was just trying to do something nice for me.”
“I know.”
You looked up at him in surprise. “You know?”
He laughs lightly. “You cant fool me little one, I know your brothers take the fall for you sometimes. You give em those eyes, and they can’t say no to you.”
“What eyes?”
“The ones you’re giving me right now,” he says before placing another kiss on the tip of your nose.
Your father’s affection makes you feel so much better. You smile and lower your eyes, your face feeling warm from embarrassment.
He let out a deep sigh. “What should I expect though. You are my daughter, trouble calls and you answer I suppose.”
Your smile starts to fade. “It’s not like I wanted to get into trouble.”
“Then why? Why did you convince your brother to take you to do something that I specifically said not to. I told all of you that it wasn’t safe.”
“Because you took Neteyam and Lo’ak there last time. I had to stay home, it’s not fair dad.”
“They are older than you.”
“I’m only 2 years younger than Lo’ak, but you treat me like im a baby.”
“You’re MY baby.”
“Im serious, Dad. Even now, you’re not listening to me.” You sit up and cross your arms, wanting to create some distance between you two. You continue. “Admit it, it’s not cause I’m young. It’s cause I’m a girl, you dont think I can handle it.”
It hurt Jake to hear you say this. Had he let his little girl think she was not good enough?
“That’s not true, Y/N.”
“Yes it is! But I’m a good hunter too, even if you don’t think so! And in a year, I’ll pass that test and have my ikran, and then you cant keep me trapped here.”
Tears begin to roll down your cheeks and you quickly wipe them away, not wanting to show more weakness in front of him.
Jake’s expression softened at the sight of you. He hated that he made you so upset. And he hated that you felt trapped. Had he been going overboard?
“Come here,” he says as he opens his arms for you.
You shake your head in defiance, not wanting to give into him.
“Please, baby? I’m sorry, just come here.”
You began to uncross your arms but your father closes the gap before you have the chance to. He pulls you into a hug and rubs your back. It feels nice to be back in his arms. No matter how mad you were with him, you always felt so much comfort in his embrace.
“Y/n, I know you’re capable. I know you’re a great hunter… and you’re right, maybe I did shelter you a little too much.”
Your expression turns hopeful, surprised that he agreed with you.
He continued. “But… that doesn’t give you the right to disobey me and put yourself and your siblings in danger. Can you understand that I need to protect you?”
“Yeah,” you reply while lowering your head, not wanting to face him.
He lifts your chin so that he could see your eyes. “I’m sorry that I made you think you weren’t good enough to be out there with me and your brothers. And I’m sorry that I don’t consider taking you more often.”
You look up at him as he says this and tears start to form in your eyes again. You blink and they fall down your face.
“You are enough, and you can do anything you put your mind to. Don’t let anyone make you think differently, not even me.”
You smile at him brightly, appreciative of his apology and wise words. “Thanks, Dad.”
Jake cups your face in his hands and wipes away the wet streaks with his thumbs. “There’s that smile, so beautiful. Where’d you get that from?”
“Mom, I think” you say while grinning.
He smiles at you. “Definitely from mom.” He sighs deeply and you both sit for a little while in the silence. “You’re still so little, even though I know you’re getting older. It’s scary sometimes, I just don’t wanna lose you babygirl… but I know I’ve got to let you go at some point.”
You wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze him tight. “I’m not going anywhere right now, daddy.”
Jake chuckles and squeezes you back while running his hand over your hair. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
“Okay, promise me something?” he asks while he holding out his pinky.
You sit up and stare at him intently, waiting to hear the rest.
“Promise me that you wont do something dangerous like this again… and as long as it’s safe… I’ll promise to take you with me on the next mission.”
“Really?”
“Mhm. You need to know what it’s like out there.”
You gasp excitedly and hook your pinky onto his. “I promise.” You connect your thumbs together to seal the deal and he brings your hand up to his lips.
“…after your leg heals up of course.”
“Oh… right,” you reply as you slump over in disappointment.
Jake throws his head back and erupts in laughter.
“Not funny!” You yell.
“Okay okay, I’m sorry. It’ll heal in no time, sweetheart.” He pats the spot next to him. “Come on, let’s go to sleep.”
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Eddie Month day 8
prompt: rockstar & confident
Eddie looked up into the most beautiful face he’d ever seen.
“Hey there, easy, don’t try to get up yet. Can you tell me how many fingers you see?” The beautiful man came more into frame. There might’ve been a couple of him.
“Eight? Or maybe six?” He answered confidently. “Are you my husband?” The man sucked in a breath and looked away, searching for something. Eddie didn’t like that. “I don’t care how many fingers you have, gorgeous. That doesn’t matter at all to me. The more the merrier-“
“Get someone, I don’t understand why they don’t have medical or someone. He’s definitely concussed. Because I know, okay? Just, ugh, stop arguing with me and go find someone in charge. Or try to flag down someone on stage.”
Eddie had no idea what was happening, but his very hot husband seemed to be handling everything. He laid back and continued to stare up at him. There was a sharp pain on his temple and a dull ache in his head and his left wrist, but that couldn’t matter much.
“Forgive me baby, but I seem to have forgotten your name.” He smirked up at him. He reached a hand out to the middle person as his vision swam. That was fine, too.
The beautiful man knelt back down next to him and took his hand. “I’m Steve. You didn’t know my name before, though. We sort of just met. You fell off the stage during a sound check. And no one seems to give a fuck that you’re hurt and probably have a concussion.” That seemed like a lot. His temple pulled tight and he hissed when he tried to frown to think. “Don’t worry, though. I’m going to take care of you.”
“I’m not worried, Stevie.” He pulled their connected hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of his husband’s. “You always take such good care of me.”
“Oh man,” he heard him sigh. They were so in love. Eddie smiled and closed his eyes. It hurt to try to focus on the multiples of Steve and the people moving around behind him.
“What’s going on?” Someone with a stern voice made him jump some time later. He opened his eyes and saw Steve was still kneeling with him, so he closed his eyes again. He didn’t have to worry, Steve would handle it.
“He fell off the stage and hit his head. No one even came to check on him. He’s out of it and confused and probably concussed. He’s seeing at least double and he thinks- um, he thinks he knows me and he doesn’t.”
He perked up at that. “Well I think I would know my own husband!”
The new guy blinked at him then turned back to Steve. “Okay. An ambulance is on its way. Do you think we can get him over to the parking lot? It’s going to be a mess to try to get a stretcher through the crowd.”
Steve mumbled something under his breath that sounded like a combination of very creative swear words and Eddie chuckled. His husband was such a hard ass.
“We can try but if he gets dizzy or worse we’re stopping and you’re just going to have to do something to get a stretcher here. How do you plan a festival with zero medical staff? This is fucking ridiculous and-“
“It’s okay, baby, I can walk.” He sat up quickly and the crowd spun around him. “Woah. Maaaaybe not.”
“Exactly. Okay, lay back down. I got you.” Steve’s other hand came around the back of his head to guide him as he leaned back. There was a rolled up shirt or something he hadn’t realized had been tucked behind his head. Probably Steve’s. He was such a good husband.
There was a bunch more talking above him and he didn’t really listen. Steve’s voice got louder and more stern and then calmed down. A female voice came and Steve seemed to calm down even more.
“I love you so much, Stevie. Taking such good care of me. Gunna suck your dick so good when we get home.”
Steve made a choking noise and someone giggled next to them.
“Eddie!” A familiar voice called. “Eddie what the fuck?”
He opened his eyes to see Gareth and Jeff hovering over him. “Oh hey guys,” he greeted them. When he tried to sit up a hand pushed his chest back down. “Stevie here is taking care of everything. I guess I hit my head?”
“We thought you just disappeared. They finally got Chrissy on the radio to tell us you fell and they’re waiting on an ambulance. What the fuck, dude? And who is Steve?”
“Steve, my husband? Obviously.” He waved their conjoined hands for emphasis.
He looked up to see Steve wince and Gareth and Jeff share a puzzled look. The hand on his chest left.
“Sorry. Hi, I’m Steve. I was just sort of here, when he fell. He’s confused. I think he has a concussion.”
He watched them all shake hands, the guys now looking more concerned than before.
“Shit, man. If we don’t play we don’t get paid. We need this.”
“We can stay with him, if that’ll help. Can you go on without him?” Steve offered.
The guys shared another look. Jeff shrugged, “I mean, we probably have to. We can swap out some of the songs where he’s the lead-“ he looked around. “We need to go talk to Chrissy. Gareth, give him your number so he can keep in contact with us. We really appreciate this, Steve.” Jeff disappeared and he watched, confused, as Steve handed Gareth his phone. Why were they acting like they didn’t know each other?
Before he could question anyone, there was a stretcher and people in uniforms helped get him onto it and wheeled him through a crowd of people. He kept his eyes on Steve who stayed beside him and held his hand the entire way.
“You riding with us?” The EMT asked Steve after they locked the stretcher into the ambulance.
Eddie answered, “Of course, this is my husband.”
Steve sighed. “Yes and no. I’m coming. I am not his husband, though. He’s concussed and we just met.”
The other EMT raised her eyebrows. “Alright then. Glad you were around.”
Steve settled onto the seat next to him and took his hand again.
Eddie settled back and looked up at him. “Me too.”
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Dreams pt . 2
SMUT WARNING
(Quackity x Reader)
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It had been a few days since I talked with Alex. I didn’t really care but as for Alex he had been stressing over what he had said. Alex wasn’t able to talk to Y/N as the embarrassment would have killed him. No matter how many times Y/N would reach out she’d be left on read.
You decided it would be a good idea to go over to his house, his mom had been visiting. You took a quick drive over and found yourself knocking at the door.
“Hello? Oh! Y/N! Hi hun.” His mom spoke in a soft tone answering the door. “Hi there, could I come in?” I asked and she nodded “Why’re you here?”
“Oh i need to talk to Alex” I explained and she nodded me off. I went upstairs to his room and knocked. “Yeah?” He spoke and I smirked walking in.
he was laying down in his bed with the lights off. “Alex?” I asked shutting the door. His head whipped around and he quickly looked away hiding under the blanket. His breath quickened. “I can still see you dumbass,” I chuckled.
“I’m sorry.” he sighed. “For what?”
“For having that..that dream.” He said and i laughed sitting down on his bed, next to him. “You can’t help that .” I chuckled.
“I-I know,” He took the blanket off over him, he looked tired. “Is this a normal thing?” I asked and he nodded. “I really don’t know how to approach this” I giggled and his face was red of embarrassment.
the only light was his TV, sitting on. “Well..You know I wouldn’t mind if we di—“
“Please.”
He cut me off. “Have sex with you?” I asked,he nodded eagerly. “You sure?” I spoke “Yes yes..i’m very sure please” He spoke and I nodded.
I got up and shut the door, locking it. Alex got up and stood there. “So..I have your consent to..like..kiss you and stuff right” He asked and i nodded.
(fucking dumbass)
“O..okay..” He spoke taking a few steps toward me and placing his hands on my waist as he kissed me.
this moment was fucking euphoric for me and him. He softly pressed me against the wall, biting my bottom lip letting his tongue in. His hand found its way to my shirt as he pulled it up and off of me. He immediately went back to making out with me, His hands eagerly fiddling with the button of my jeans.
He slipped those off leaving me in a bra and panties. He slipped his shirt off and i just stared as he fiddled with the belt of his pants taking them off. He looked attractive as fuck. “You..You still sure?” He checked in. “Yes Alex.” I spoke and he went back to kissing me. He slowly pushed me back on the bed his knee going in between my legs making me moan softly.
He stopped for a moment. “That was so pretty,” He mumbled to himself and looked at my body for a moment. His hand went to the back of my bra un clipping it. I could then feel and see his hard. “Jesus christ your so fucking hot..” He mumbled and I got more and more nervous.
He slipped off my panties and looked at how wet I was. “So wet for me..?” He asked taking off his boxers.
my face was slightly red and i just looked at him. “shit i need a condom..” He spoke, “I-I’m on the pill.” I mumbled.
“I love you so fucking much..” He smiled and i smiled back. He positioned himself and slid in between my folds. A moan left my lips. “A-Alex!” I whimpered.
“You okay baby?” He said in a reassurance type tone. he started moving his hips slowly. I was moaning softly under him as he kissed me to try and shut me up.
He started going faster, pain turned into pleasure and I was getting closer and closer. The room filled with moans and ‘Wet noise.’
“You like that?” He asked as I nodded eagerly. “I-I’m g..gunna..Ohmygod..” I managed to whimper out..
“Cum for me” He spoken leaning down thrusting in and out of me. I squirmed and squeezed my eyes shut. “Look at me while I fuck you.” He spoke, And I did. I looked at him as I reached my climax. “A-ALEX! Fuck! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod..” I whimpered and moaned out biting his neck.
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We both ‘finished’ and he pulled out. He got me cleaned up and we ran a bath. We came back to the room and got dressed and cuddled.
we were interrupted by a knock on the door, “Come in!” Alex said, His mom stood at the doorway. “How was your chat?” His mom asked us and we both went red, “Wh-What chat? We have just been watching movies,” Alex spoke nervousness taking over his body.
“mhm.” His mom walked out shutting the door. I laid back on his chest and giggled. “Be more fucking quiet next time please.” He asked “Next time? You plan to have sex with me again?” I giggled “Yes..yes I do.” He chuckled back.
“Damn take me on a date first.”
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IM SORRY IF THIS IS BAD, someone requested a part two with smut and dawg-I’m bad with smut so i’m sorry if you wanted more then this but..sorry
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
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Omg, Your Xaden work is amazing!! Would you mind reading Xaden/Size kink ❤️❤️
Bigger is Better (SMUT)
Xaden x reader
A/n: thank you sm anon!
Warnings: smut, size kink
As you wipe the sweat off your face you feel Xaden’s gaze on the back of your head as he approaches. He presses his broad chest against your small and you smirk to yourself. Xaden brushes his hand against your throat, briefly wrapping his fingers around and squeezing you lightly. A satisfied hum left your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.
A similar sound comes from Xaden, you feel his chest vibrate. Xaden slides his hand up to grasp your chin with his fingers, tilting your head so you look up at him. A sweet smile graces your lips, your eyes full of lust for the man looking down at you with his signature grin.
“You did amazing, short stuff. I think you deserve a reward.” Batting your lashes at him you let out a little giggle, “Really?” Xaden let out a dark laugh, spinning you to face him Xaden lifts you with one arm. He holds the back of your head bringing you to meet his lips in a soft kiss.
You wrap your legs around his waist and he holds your thighs as he brings you to his room. On the walk back you place teasing kisses all over his neck. You can tell he’s tensing with each peck.
As soon as he crosses the threshold Xaden’s lips are back on you in a dominating kiss. His tongue exploring your mouth as you give in to him. Xaden lays you the bed, towering over you.
He kicks off his boots stripping down to his boxers the quickly strips you. Xaden hovers over you for a few moments, his eyes devouring every inch of your nude body. His hands roaming your soft skin. “My sweet girl. So perfect.” Xaden kneels on the bed, leaning down and placing kisses up your stomach, between your breasts.
Xaden wrapped his strong arms around your shoulders, lifting you up to sit on your knees with him. He kisses your head. When he speaks his voice comes out dark and gravely, “You’re gunna turn around and hold onto headboard, got it.” You nod your head letting out a small uh-huh letting Xaden turn you away from him.
He places your hands exactly where he wants you to hold on. Xaden’s hands linger over yours for a few seconds. His rough fingers trace over your hands and up your arms. Xaden left kisses down your neck to your shoulder.
Your head dropped back as your eyes fluttered close. You felt him leave kisses down your neck to your shoulder. Xaden runs his fingers through your folds, teasing your entrance and slowly sink them into you. He curls the two thick digits enough to get you riled up.
He switches his fingers out with his cock and thrusts into you down to the base, forcing you to jolt forward letting out a hiss at the stretch of him. “This sweet little pussy always takes me so well. Taking all of me like a good girl.” Xaden towers over you even while kneeling. As he starts to move you feel caged in. Not in a bad way but in a protective loving way.
Even though he’s fucking you like it’s the last time. Always so needy for you. His perfect little fuck toy, he’d say.
Xaden was the biggest guy you’d ever had. And he fucked you like he knew it too. He loved having sex in this position. Him towering over your smaller form as he held you, pounding in and out of you. It turned you on, just thinking about him above you right now, a new wave of arousal to your pussy. “Fuck,” Xaden groaned. He definitely felt that.
“Fuck Xaden. Feel so good. Keep going, please, please,” you moan as he adjusts your hips, pushing into that spot that makes you see stars. Xaden slowly rocks into you making sure you feel all of him. A moan leaves your mouth as your grip tightens on the headboard. Your walls squeeze around him.
Xaden let’s out a deep moan and starts moving again. His fringers move to toy with your clit. The circles he’s rubbing are torturously slow compared to his thrusts. The feeling of his cock and fingers starting to overstimulate you.
“Xa-Xaden, fuck, I’m gunna come. Fuck.” “Come all over my cock. Show me how much this little pussy loves me.” Your orgasm hits you with a white hot intensity. Your mouth fell open, small whimpers coming out and your legs twitched from the feeling of him still going until his release coated your walls.
Before you can collapse onto the carved headboard Xaden pulls you to his chest as he eases out of you. He lays you down on his pillow, caressing your cheek and giving you a soft smile. “Hey,” he coos, “you ok sweetheart?” “Perfect.” You mutter back, a small warm giggle sounding from you.
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The Jar. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF/SMUT*
(Header is the courtesy of the lovely @boldlyvoid 💕)
Summary: Reader had a friends with benefits relationship with Eddie. Eddie finds the “hookup jar” after one of their nights together.
TW: Robin being funny and teasing reader. Some sexual content (Riding, Eddie cumming in reader’s mouth, Eddie teasing reader verbally, swallowing). Confession of love.
Word Count: 1.9k
AN: Thank you Emily for requesting this, I really loved writing it!
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“I just need to change my shirt really quick and then we can go. I’m pissed, I really wanted to wear this today, stupid fucking toothpaste.” She grumbles at the end, lifting her shirt up above her head while Robin goes wide-eyed seeing her best friend in her bra. She had every intention to shield her eyes until she noticed the bruises that trailed down her stomach and across her chest.
“You whore.” Robin laughs, shaking her head.
“Robin!” She drops her jaw, furrowing her eyebrows at her friend. “What was that for?!”
“You owe the jar some money.” Robin points to her torso. “You letting Munson turn you into a Dalmatian with all those spots?”
She looks down at her torso, turning around quickly- like it was going to do anything at this point. “You weren’t supposed to see those.”
“What happened to you breaking it off because you were starting to get feelings for him?” Robin asks, sitting on the edge of her friend’s bed.
She sighs as she gets a new shirt from her closet, throwing it on. “I know, and I was going to break it off after I told you about what I was feeling. But then… I don’t know.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I just can’t say no to his face, it’s so cute. And we have such a good time together, and not even just sexually. Robin, yesterday we rented a movie and when I went over to his house and we talked for hours.”
She smiled thinking about their conversation, talking about stuff they did growing up, where they hoped to be in 5-10 years time.
“Why don’t you just tell Eddie you like him? Why are you holding on to it?”
“Because what if he doesn’t feel the same way? Then I have to face the humiliation of him turning me down. Both of us agreed when we started this, that we weren’t going to involve feelings.”
“All friends with benefits arrangements say that, and then one of them gets feelings.” Robin shrugs her shoulders.
“Yeah but… I don’t even know.” She stops herself from coming up with another excuse as to why she couldn’t tell Eddie she practically loved him.
“All feelings aside, did you put some money into the jar for that?” Robin gets up and goes to the top drawer the “Eddie jar” was in. “Jesus, at this rate, you’re taking me on vacation to Guam with all this money in here.” Robin shakes the jar.
“You’re obnoxious.” She huffs, grabbing her purse and fishing out two $5 bills, handing them over to Robin to put in the jar.
“$10? But the thing says $5?”
“Do the math Robin.”
Robin looks at the money and then back at her friend in shock. “Jesus, like little bunny rabbits.”
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She was going to make herself go broke at the rate her and Eddie were going at it this week alone.
Eddie had both of his arms wrapped around her waist while he bucked his hips up, really plowing his cock inside her while she straddled his lap.
She was digging her nails into both sides of his shoulders, lazy and tired moans filling the room. “Don’t stop, Eddie fuck.” Her forehead rested against his, their lips barely touching with each thrust. “Fuck me so good.”
Eddie grunts as she clenches around him. “I’m not going to last, pretty girl. ‘M gunna cum.” He growls.
“I want it.” She whines. “Cum please.” She was just as desperate for his climax as he was, she had already cum 3 times and her body was exhausted. “I want it, baby. In my mouth.” She ghosts her lips against his before kissing him, threading her fingers through his hair. She slammed down against him, meeting his thrusts.
Eddie groans into her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip. “Get on your knees.” He whispers, quickly pulling out of her.
She sinks down onto her knees, sticking her tongue out as she watches Eddie jerk himself off above her. Her nails rake up and down his thighs as she waits, giving him soft eyes as she stares up at him.
“Fuck you are so pretty with that tongue out for me.” His breath is fast as he pumps his cock quicker, grunting as he tries to keep his orgasm back. “Gonna swallow my cum, princess?”
She smiles widely, nodding her head while she waits for him to finally cum.
Eddie’s eyes squeeze shut, his head thrown back as he finally cums, shooting the white ropes onto her tongue, some of it landing on her chin.
If it was one thing she loved, it was how vocal and loud Eddie was when he came, all the loud whines and throaty grunts that came from him.
She takes her tongue back in her mouth, swallowing his cum with a hazed look on her face.
“Missed a spot, princess.” He takes his thumb and swipes the pad of it across the small patch of thick liquid on her chin, feeding it to her. “Don’t wanna waste any right?”
She sucks on his thumb, butterflies filling her stomach with the way he was looking at her. She finally takes his finger out, leaning back on her heels. “No, don’t wanna waste any.”
Eddie helps her up, laying her on her bed. He leans down and kisses her lips. “Gonna get a washcloth, be right back.”
She nods her head, nuzzling her head in the pillow below her head. She was exhausted now that she was still and relaxing, all she wanted was to cuddle with Eddie and make out with him more.
Eddie walks back, sitting on the edge of her bed while he spreads her legs, wiping her inner thighs and slit clean of her cum.
She can’t help but giggle. “My thighs feel like jello.”
“You put in a lot of work, princess. You want anything else?” Eddie asks, brushing her hair out of her face.
Her heart was beating out of her chest with his doe eyes looking down at her. She bites back a nervous smile, clearing her throat. “You wanna smoke? I still have some flower in my dresser. Top drawer on the left in a blue metal box. But you’re going to have to roll, I don’t have the skilled fingers that you have.”
Eddie smirks and gets up, walking over to her dresser across the room and opening the drawer. He finds the metal box he was looking for, but before he closes it, he sees a large jar with a piece of paper taped around that said “I said I wouldn’t hook up with him again then I did again”.
“Did you find it?” She asks from the bed.
“Uh, yeah I found something. What’s this?” Eddie takes the jar from its spot, turning to show her.
Her eyes go wide seeing the jar in his hand, her stomach dropping. “Shit.” She sighs, sitting up quickly. “You… you weren’t supposed to see it. Fucking Robin didn’t put it back where it’s supposed to go.” She mutters.
“So, what’s this about?” He asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You wanted to stop hooking up?” Eddie sounded a little hurt when he asked the question.
She couldn’t even lie to him, the hurt in his voice made her heart hurt. “A few months ago I kinda realized that the promise we made when we first started hooking up… I kinda broke that promise. And I wanted to stop hooking up because I didn’t want this to get messy. So then Robin started the jar as a joke and then… it wasn’t a joke anymore. God, I’m sorry Eddie.”
“You broke a promise? What promise was that?”
She sighs, fidgeting around with her hand. “You’re really going to make me say it? It was the night that you came over when I thought I heard something in the house when my parents were gone. Just the fact that you came over, no questions asked and searched the entire place and then stayed over just to make sure I was okay. I couldn’t think of you as someone who I just slept with… I started to get feelings for you. And then stuff started to change after we had sex, you would stay over and cuddle with me, and we would go out and do things together. I kinda started to love you.”
Eddie’s big brown eyes were fixed on her own eyes as she spoke, which really just made her feel like she was two inches tall. He didn’t speak one word to her after her speech.
“Sorry.” She covers her body up with her bed sheet, dropping eye contact with Eddie. “You can go, if you want. You don’t have to stick around.”
Eddie leans down, tilting her face up to look at him before he kisses her. This kiss felt different than the other times they’ve kissed, it was so soft, and gentle, but she could feel his heart beating hard against her hand.
She reaches out to touch his face, holding his cheek in her hand while they kiss each other.
Eddie was the first to pull away, a small laugh leaving his lips. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way about you, sweetheart.”
“Huh?” She says loudly, making a loud rumbly laugh come from Eddie.
“Baby, I fell in love with you long before you fell in love with me. I was too much of a chicken shit to ask you out on a real date, so I thought asking to fuck you on the regular was a much easier, like an idiot.” He chuckles. “I think by the second or third time we had sex, my heart belonged to you. I didn’t want to ruin what we had by telling you I was practically in love with you. Especially since you would run 5 seconds after we both finished.”
“I ran because I thought if I stuck around to cuddle or whatever I was going to let it slip I started to like you. God both of us are really idiots aren’t we.” She chuckles.
Eddie laughs too, reaching back for her hand to hold it, playing with the silver ring on her middle finger. “Yeah we are. Now that feelings are laid out on the table, where does it leave us?”
“You’re the only guy I’ve been having sex with the past 6 months, I don’t want anyone else if I’m being honest with you.”
“Yeah, I don’t want anyone else either, baby. You’re it for me.”
She smiles hearing the words come from his mouth. “Yeah, you’re it for me too Eds.”
“So, how about our first official date, we use the money in this bad boy?”
“Okay but you’ll have to tell Robin that she’s not going to Guam anymore.” She giggles.
“Guam? Jesus, how much money do you have in here?” He shakes the jar.
“I put $5 everytime we had sex for the last 3 months. And we go at it almost every single day. You can’t keep your hands off me.” She pokes.
“Well, looks like we’re about to add another, at least $20 by the end of the night.” Eddie raises his eyebrows at her, putting the jar on the nightstand before attacking her with kisses. “You say it first, I’ve been dying to hear those 3 words come out of this pretty little mouth for months.”
She holds both sides of his face with her hands, pressing their noses together. “I love you, Eddie.”
“Somehow it sounds even better than I thought it would.” He whispers before kissing her. “I love you, too.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x fem! reader#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x fem reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson headcanon
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I was wondering if you would possibly do a regressed ghoul with mama Aurora, please? Maybe some reassuring snuggles after a difficult ritual?
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The show was cut short. It was no one’s fault, the storm had just gotten too dangerous for them to carry on. They were all devastated, obviously, but it was the best decision to keep everyone safe.
They all kind of awkwardly stood backstage, not fully knowing what to do. The usual post show adrenaline wasn’t there, with them not being on stage for long enough.
Aurora watched as Mountain stormed off the stage, the scowl on his face was evident even Through the mask. He didn’t say a word to anyone, just grabbed Swiss by the hand and dragged him into his dressing room, slamming the door behind him.
Dew had laughed at him, saying something about ‘it should have been me’ and ‘pray for Swiss’ ass because he’s gunna need it.’ Rain had slapped his hand over Dew’s mouth before he could say anything else.
Aurora wasn’t really paying attention, she was too busy looking for the one ghoul missing. Phantom. He was her summoning brother, her twin flame, she felt the connection of his presence more then the others. Which meant she felt his absence more.
“Hey, has anyone seen Phantom? She asked, looking nervously around the ghouls.
They all shook their heads at her, looking around between them like they’d only just realised he wasn’t there.
“I haven’t seen him since he scampered off stage.” Rain replied to her, his hand still covering Dew’s mouth. “He ran off so fast.”
“Check in my dressing room for him.” Cumulus smiles sweetly at her as she speaks. “He likes to hide in there sometimes.”
Aurora takes off in the direction of Cumulus’ dressing room before anyone can say anything else.
Just like Cumulus had said, Phantom was on her dressing room, sat cross legged on the floor, picking fluff off the carpet. His helmet was still on but he’s pulled his balaclava down to his chin. He looked up hearing the door open.
“Mama.”
Aurora looked behind her to make sure Cumulus hadn’t followed her.
“Mama? You want Cumulus? I can go get her she’s just down the hall.”
Phantom pouts at her, shaking his head, making grabby hands towards her.
“Mama.”
Aurora shuts the door carefully behind her.
“Me? I’m mama today?”
Phantom nods, still making grabby hands towards her. She picks him up off the floor easily, she might be small but she’s strong. He wraps his legs around her hips, trying to bury his face into her neck but is stopped by his mask. He lets out a whine, pulling away from her neck with a sad pout on his face.
Aurora laughs lightly at him, swaying them slightly where she stands.
“Why didn’t you take your mask off when you got off stage, bug?”
Phantom points to the buckle under his chin. “Tricky.”
“Ah, I see. Couldn’t manage it on your own?” She undoes the buckle easily with one hand, pulling his helmet off, throwing it onto the sofa that’s pushed to the side of the room.
Phantom shakes his head, fluffing his hair up and unglamouring his horns. He buries his head into her neck with a small sigh.
Aurora sits down on the small sofa, moving Phantom so he’s sat more on her lap, keeping his head buried in her neck. He lets out a contented sigh, nuzzling deeper into her, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder.
“What’s made you go so little, bug?” She runs her fingers through his hair, rubbing at his horns. “You don’t normally drop this fast.”
Phantom whimpers into her neck, fidgeting a little. “Changed.”
Aurora hums in realisation. “Ah, the schedule changed.”
Phantom nods, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder harder. “I know, it’s hard when things change, huh?”
Phantom wiggles down a little so his head is resting on her chest. “Don’t like it, mama.”
“Oh I know.” Aurora coos at him. “But you’re being so brave, are you? You didn’t even cry about it.”
Phantom gives a little chuff. “Wanted to be brave for you, mama.”
Aurora feels her heart melting out of her chest. “My brave boy, aren’t you?” She presses a kiss to the top of his head. “Hey, there’s one good thing about the show being over early.”
Phantom looks up at her with wide eyes, his pupils blown.“What?”
Aurora squeezes him close to her, pressing another kiss to the top of his head. “It means we can cuddle more.”
Phantom let’s put a chuff that turns into a purr, snuggling deeper into Aurora's chest, rubbing his cheek against her.
“Oh, I knew you’d like that.”
Phantom thrills, his ears flicking. “Want all the cuddles please, mama.”
Aurora rubs a hand down his back, rubbing small circles at the bottom of his back. “You can have all the cuddles you want, baby.”
The two stay cuddled up on the sofa for a long time. So long that they both end up falling asleep, tangled up together on the lumpy backstage sofa. That’s how Cumulus finds them later and she can’t help pulling her phone out to take a picture of the cute sight.
#Regressed ghouls#thank you for the ask!! 💕#the band ghost#ficlet#ghost headcanons#nameless ghouls#aurora ghoulette#phantom ghoul#anonymous#my writing
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Hello! I have a requesttttttt…
Could you possibly write a JJ x Reader where the team just finished a case and are celebrating with a night out, and whilst the fun activities that clubbing/bars include… another woman starts hitting on and dancing with reader and JJ gets really jealous…
Could possibly include JJ and reader dancing together 😝
Can end however you’d like! But I’d love to see your take on this idea!
Of course, if you’re busy or don’t feel like writing this, thats totally cool too, thanks!
I love this idea sm!! And thank you for the request!
Summary: A girl started flirting with you at the bar, JJ get jealous and comes to rescue you
Word Count: 937
Jealous JJ, fluff, kissing
Pairings: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader
!NOT PROOFREAD!
Sorry it isn’t very long!!
Reader pov:
I’m sitting at my desk filling out an after action report for the case we just closed when I hear a door swing open and Rossi walk out.
“Okay I’m so done with reports and I’m sure you all are too, who’s up for a drink? I’m buying the first round!” He walks down to the lift after saying this and we all collectively scramble to put away our things.
“Ugh I’m so happy he saved us from that, our desks are so far away it’s u fair I couldn’t even talk to you.” I hear a familiar voice complain from behind me. I turn around to see my gorgeous girlfriend JJ.
“Agreed, now, let’s go I really need a drink.” She giggled at my response and clasped my hand in her own and we headed out the bau with the rest of the team.
Time skip to when they’re at the bar:
JJ pov:
“SHOTS OMG LETS DO SHOTS!” I hear Penelope yell over the loud music.
“Ooh yeah let’s do shots!” I hear Emily respond to her. They both head off to the bar to go get their respective drink while I stay seated still nursing my cocktail. Y/n was sitting to my right, Rossi was across from us, Spencer was next to him and the rest of the team was either at the bar or on the dance floor.
“Come dance with me Jayj, please!” My girlfriend pleaded with me, using her best puppy eyes. In all honesty I was far too tired to dance right now, and my cocktail hadn’t quite kicked in yet.
“Maybe in a bit babe, alright?” I hear her huff at my answer but comply nonetheless.
“Okay fine, I’m just going to dance with Derek first a bit then!” She cheerfully skips off and starts dancing with Derek. I giggle at the fact she peeled a girl off him just so they could dance together, he would not be happy about that.
I sit back in my chair a bit and watch as Penelope and Emily come back with the shits they ordered, clearly not just for themselves.
“We knew you’d say no to shits so we got you one anyway!” Emily explained as she sat a small glass in front of each of us, excluding Spence obviously. I put my glass down and picked up the smaller one with a questionably coloured liquid inside it but downed it with the rest of them anyway.
“Oh my god that’s.. oh god that strong.” I wince as the drink burn my throat. As I take a second to readjust to the sensation I look around and see y/n taking a break by the bar, but not with Morgan. A blonde who I’ve never seen before was cozying up to her side and whispering things in her ear. I could tell she was trying to ignore her but it still made my blood boil.
“Oh no, JJ’s jealous!” Rossi called out to everyone. Collectively all eyes then landed on my girlfriend and this woman at the bar.
“Oh damn JayJ she’s got your girl, what you gunna do?” I hear Morgan say to me as he walks up to the table.
“I’m going to wait a bit, see what happens.” Everyone shared a look that I didn’t care to analyse right now and went back to staring down this random blonde and sipping my drink.
After y/n was handed her drink she went back to the dane floor, I’m assuming to look for Derek, but instead she was met with two hands in her waist and a girl practicing grinding on her. That is my breaking point. She was visibly uncomfortable, what is with this girl?
“JJ!” Y/n shouted as she saw me approaching. I smiled sweetly at her and then glared at the woman now standing next her, with an arm resting on her hip.
“Uhm, who’s this?” The snarky girl asked. Y/n tried to sneak away from her to me but she was having none of it.
“I’m her girlfriend who are you?” The look of shock the flashed across this girls face was priceless. Instantly she let y/n/n go and she walked off.
“Hey are you okay?” I ask as she practically falls into my arms.
“Yeah I’m fine, just hated her.” I laughed at this then said, “You and me both. You’re mine, and no one else’s.” She looked into my eyes and gave me a small peck on the cheek and began to sway, with a shit eating grin on her face.
I smile at her antics and sway along with her. I pull her in by her hips and her arms find their way around my neck pulling my head to meet hers in a sweet kiss. Our lips moved together and it was like the world around us was drowned out. As if we were the only two people in this place, y/n/n had that effect on me. I tugged on her bottom lip and like clockwork she parted her lips to give my tongue entrance. We explored each other’s mouths like it was the first time again.
As we pulled away she smiled at me when her favourite song came on and her face lit up.
“OH MY GOD JAY WE HAVE TO DANCE TO THIS ONE!” I agree with her and we begin dancing together. Not with any real coordination, just enjoying ourselves.
#wlw#lesbian pride#wlw fanfic#lesbian#sapphic#criminal minds#wlw pride#jj x reader#jennifer jareau x reader#jennifer jareau#jennifer jareau x you
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