#that fucking frame where he's rubbing his eyes took way too long for no damn reason auurghhh i wanted to get another out today
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#double meaning in his response is on purpose :-)#spamton#spamton g spamton#[you've got mail!]#that fucking frame where he's rubbing his eyes took way too long for no damn reason auurghhh i wanted to get another out today#ill save it for tommorow i guess but damn#it looks nice though#This is a temporary spot btw he's suffering just for the moment. He deserves it dont feel bad for him.
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can you please do a mike schmidt smut, where he comes home from work and he’s in a bad mood and innocent!reader doesn’t understand he’s in a bad mood and she does something and it makes him mad and he fucks her with no mercy in the living room? is it’s okay if your comfortable doing this it is a little much
Um hello? This prompt is AMAZING?!?🫢
It was around 6:30am when Mike finally arrived home. You hadn’t noticed him come into the house until the loud clanking of glasses and the kitchen sink faucet running. Thankfully, Abby wasn’t home to be woken up by his ruckus.
You sat up in his bed, and pulled down your tank top and made your way towards the kitchen. When you turned the corner, you saw Mike leaning on the sink with a glass of water in his hand. Mike must of heard your quiet steps towards the kitchen, because he inhaled and turned his head a bit, eyeing you down.
“Hi.” You softly said, throat a bit sore from the dry air. He didn’t respond, but lift his hand and gave you a quick wave, not looking at you anymore. He dropped his hand harshly back onto the sink’s rim.
“Are you okay?” You were now standing about 2 feet away from him.
“Yep.” He quickly said, taking another sip of his glass. You noticed the grip he had on the cup was tight, it looked like he was about to break it.
“Y’sure?” You took a baby step closer to him, not wanting to bother him too much since he is tired.
“I said I was fine.” He now was looking at you, head fully turned to your barely clothed frame. You were wearing a tank top, panties, and soft fuzzy socks, since his house got cold at night.
His face flushed red, and he turned his head back, facing away from you and drinking the last of his water.
“You don’t seem fi-“
“Can you just back off?” He dropped the glass in the sink and turned towards you with his hands emphasizing his seriousness.
“I just want to know if your okay!” You step closer to him, trying to grab his hand but he grabbed your neck first.
“Don’t know how to take a hint?” His face was now dangerously close to yours, and you felt extremely helpless in this situation.
“I-I just wanted to see if I could help you feel better!” You whined, grabbing his wrist as his fingers squeezed the sides of your neck, not choking you, but damn near.
He then practically dragged you into the living room, and pushing you hard onto the couch.
“Fucking bitch. Never knows when to stop and leave me alone.” He pulled your legs and propped your lower half onto the couch’s arm. He pulled down your panties and threw them somewhere near the tv.
“Listen, y/n. I’m going to fuck you and your going to take it. If you truly want to help me, you will be a good girl, and let me use you, okay?” He asked, waiting for an answer.
“Okay.” You softly said, ready for him to use you, because you don’t want him to be mad anymore.
“Okay. Thank you, baby.” He said, pushing in. No matter how mad Mike is, he’ll never not be a good boyfriend, he won’t ever be mean to you for too long, because he can’t go too long without praising you in any way, just the guy he is.
You let out a whine as he slowly pounded into you harder and faster.
“Aha!” You arch your back, and he grabs your neck to hold you down.
He used his other hand to hold your waist and pull you towards him so he can reach deeper into you. You cry out in pleasure, as your sweet release was creeping closer and closer.
“Mike!” You cry out to him as you came on his dick.
“Ahh- fuck baby, so good!” He huffed as he started pounding harder and harder, making you scream.
“Mike!” You try to push him away, by scooting away from his thrusts. Like always he just pulls you back and holds onto your hips tighter.
“Almost there baby, I’m almost there.” The arm chair was starting to hurt as your body was constantly rubbing against it. But, despite the overstimulating pain, your were on cloud 10, Mike, thankfully had a good amount of stamina to make you come a couple of times, and so you soon reached your second release, and that threw Mike off.
“Fuck, keep squeezing me like that baby. Fuck!” He pounder even harder as he came inside of you, milking his cock dry. He pumped into you a couple more times, until he finally pulled out, and let your body rest.
He had taken a good look at you, and laughed, proud of what he did, but also grateful.
He had gotten a warm rag, and cleaned you up well, like always. He put on your favorite channel on the tv, and gotten you blankets. He too soon joining you on the couch, no longer in a bad mood.
SORRY FOR NOT POSTING THIS FOR A WHILE!! I liked this prompt too much, but I wasn’t like able to like… think? Like it was in my head but nothing was coming out💀 hopefully I at this up because I don’t think I did especially for how long I worked on this small piece, but LUV YOU🫶🏾🫶🏾😻
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Zack x f reader who went out of town for a weekend and when she gets back its needy rough sex time? 👉👈
HELL YES. Anon you are making my night. ♡
Weekend Getaway [ Zack x Fem!Reader ]
Pairings: Isaac (Zack) Foster, Implied Female Reader
Description: "Business" has kept you away for too long and your second boss doesn't approve. *Cough Cough* Porn with a plot *Cough Cough*
TW: Language, Smut, Rough Sex, Dom Zack, Sub Reader, Fingering (Fem), Scissoring, Pet Names, Daddy Kink, Choking, Degredation, Breath Play, Praise, Wall Sex, Doggy, Pinch of Overstimulation, Clit Fucking (?), Why Tf Do I Always Write At Midnight-
"Honey, I'm home~" Your sweet words echoed down the hallway.
They reached your partner's ears, his silhouette showing up in the bedroom's doorframe. "Y/n?" He muttered. His voice was course, almost as if he'd been sleeping.
"Where's my hug?" Arms outstretched, you tilt your head in confusion with a pout. "Didn't you miss me?"
There wasn't a moment of hesitation before warm hands wrapped around your tiny frame. Head rested into the crook of your neck, Zack let out a sigh. "Of course I missed you, dumbass..."
"Then what's wrong?"
At first when he pulled away you were nervous, but the next moment had the heat building in your lower region. Strong hands gently made their way down your thighs, his hot breath sending shivers up and down your spine. "It's been days. 𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴 since I've felt you. Seen you. Touched you..."
Your moans only spurred him on. "Zack.."
"I need this. You need this. Just- fuck- just let me... Let me touch you. Let me feel you.."
And of course you told him yes. Well, the best you could muster with his body pressing you firmly to the front door. His kisses moved up to your lips as both hands ripped off your shorts. Yes, you'd just gotten them. Did you care? Not in the slightest. His hand dipped into your panties, one finger sweeping past your folds and pushing into you without a second thought.
"How the hell do you get wet so fast... Such a good fucking doll for me."
Without slowing down, his other hand slipped under your shirt. He didn't rip it, but broke the kiss for only a second before going in for your neck again. Your bra was unclipped and allowed your breasts to make themselves known to him.
"Damn gorgeous is what you are. So fucking gorgeous for me. Only me. Isn't that right, doll?"
He added another finger, hitting your g-spot harder and harder every time. Mouth taking on an entire tit, his teeth gently rubbing on your nipple.
The pleasure was getting unbearable. It was coming, you knew it. "Y-yes, Daddy. Daddy keep going please! I'm so so close~"
He knew it, too. The nickname had him growing harder, his erection hurting at this rate. Both fingers scissored you over and over, your back arching slightly.
That is, until they stop completely. A wimper left your lips at the loss of contact. He didn't leave you long, though, before removing his boxers and your panties in the matter of a moment. His dick swollen and hard, you knew it to be thick. Had he prepped you enough? Usually it took an orgasm or two to prep you.
One hand on either side of your hips, his dick gingerly met your clit. "Such a slut for me, aren't you?"
You couldn't muster a reply, words tumbling against each other.
He pulled it back, taking you off the door and throwing your fragile body onto the couch like a ragdoll. You couldn't process anything before he was behind you, flipping you over so your ass was wide open for him.
"Now, doll, didn't I ask you a question?" He asked, voice deep and one hand on the back of your neck.
"Y-Yes... Yes, Daddy. I'm such a slut, Daddy."
"Who's slut?"
"Yours, Daddy."
You couldn't see him, but his smirk was growing by the moment. His heterocromatic eyes rested on your figure, drinking in the sight.
"Please, Zack." You cried out underneath him. "Please just fuck me. I don't care anymore, just fuck me..!"
"Good girl."
One swift movement was all it took. He didn't stop, didn't let you get used to it. His finger rested on your clit, small tight circles opening you up for him. The other hand rested on the back of your neck, barely leaving enough room for air.
"Such a good fucking doll. All for me~"
© hauskate, anon i hope i did you justice ! lmk if anyone wants a pt2 :)
#aod#angels of death#isaac foster#zack foster#zack foster x reader#zack foster smut#smut#tw smut#tw dark content#tw dark themes#tw choking#tw degredation#f me i guess
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prompt: pulling the other into a random embrace! give me the cute fluffy eddie i deserve pretty pls 🫶
thank you for the prompt Ali, sorry it took me forever 🥹
small warning for mentions of anxiety
Eddie leaned against the wall, and watched you carefully, his eyes following you as you paced through the living room placing final touches to random bits and bobs.
Adjusting the centering of a side table lamp. Moving a picture frame a centimeter to the left. Smoothing the fabric of a throw pillow.
“Should I light a candle? I’m going to light a candle,” you asked and answered all in one breath. “Fuck, where are all the lighters?” You asked in a panic, roughly rummaging through a drawer. “How is that we’re both smokers and we can never find a damn lighter!”
Eddie moved towards you, digging the lighter from his pocket and holding it out. You took it and sighed gratefully, sparking it and holding the sideways wicks of the apple cinnamon candle to the flame.
Eddie took the opportunity and pressed against you from behind, his long arms wrapping around your rib cage and his chin resting on your shoulder. He turned his face to bury his nose in your soft hair and inhaled warmly, squeezing you around the middle. “Can you please relax?” He asked, though he knew you wouldn’t.
“I can’t,” you answered honestly, but Eddie felt some tension leave, your muscles ever so slightly relaxing into his grip. “I just want my mom to think the place is nice” you admitted, setting the now burning candle down in front of you on the counter.
“You know she will,” Eddie promised, rocking you gently in his embrace. Your hands came up to find his arms, fingers wrapping to cover his forearms, and you leaned your head against his. “This place isn’t much but…it’s ours,” Eddie continued.
You pulled at his arms indicating that you wanted to be let go, and he reluctantly let you free. You turned to face him, his ever-wide eyes swallowing you whole as he looked down his nose at you with a soft and reassuring smile.
“I don’t think she expected that we’d be able to afford our own place,” you admitted. “But look at us now,” he motioned an arm out across the small room. “From a rinky dink trailer… to a rinky dink apartment.”
You chuckled, head falling forward to press against his chest. He wrapped you up tightly now, holding you against him like he was trying to keep you from floating off into space. His smell consumed you, little whispers of laundry detergent, deodorant, cigarettes, and cinnamon. His hand rubbed idle circles on your upper back, comforting your spirit and calming your mind. This hug was his silent way of telling you that your anxiety was too high - that he saw you spiraling and wanted to bring you back down to reality.
You relinquished, his small efforts overpowering you, and softened into him fully, feeling like his body was the only thing keeping you upright. His mouth found your face, and he placed chaste kisses anywhere he could make contact. “Everything is going to be fine,” he emphasized each word. “And when she leaves, we will smoke a fat joint and start checking things off our ‘Places to Fuck in Our New Apartment’ list.”
You cackled against him, and he knew he had won, pulling your face up to his and pressing his lips against yours. “Thank you, Eddie,” you mumbled against him. “You always know what to say.”
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Locked Up, Chapter 13
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: riot, mentions of violence, mentions of bodies/corpses, mentions of rape, talk of planning a riot/ mentions of murder/planned murder.
You could feel Bucky and Curtis’ eyes on you as they held you and led you down narrow hallways that you barely knew existed.
“Wh-where are we going?” you asked gently, looking between the large men who had saved you. Curtis’ eyes met Bucky’s, as though he too had the same question.
“Inmate showers,” Bucky said firmly, “no windows so whatever strategy the outside officers go with they won’t be able to get to you, doll…and the inmates aren’t dumb enough to go and try to start something over there. Nothing of use to them.”
Curtis’ brow rose, “Nothing? No supplies? How do you suggest we wait it out then, Barnes?”
A low growl rose in Bucky’s throat and the two, much larger men, growled at one another, “I think I know what I’m doing, Everett…”
Curtis scoffed, “funny…thought that you were caught red-handed, Barnes…only supplies you had were your little daggers and your boyfriend with the bashed in skull back there.”
Bucky let go of you, his grip from your waist faltering as the air around the three of you intensified.
“James…”
Your voice barely came out above a whisper.
But it was loud enough for the man to hear you as his eyes met your own pleading ones.
He frowned, “this isn’t about either of us, Everett,” Bucky growled, wrapping his arm back around your waist, “this is about our girl…now you’re either with us, or you’re not. Either way, I’m going to take our little doc to the showers…and I’m going to keep her safe.”
You looked up to Curtis. His large frame towered over you, and nearly Bucky as well.
You couldn’t help but reach out to him, taking his large hand with your free one, “do-don’t leave us.”
His gaze softened when he pulled away from looking at Bucky, “I-I’m not going to leave you, sweetheart. I just want to make sure that we have everything we need to keep you safe.”
“Riot won’t last long,” Bucky replied, as his journey was restarted. He pushed forward down another set of halls, pulling both you and Curtis with him, “there’s only really one goal to it.”
“Th-this was on purpose?” you asked softly, pulling him to a stop once more.
Bucky frowned.
He knew that he said too much by admitting just what the riot was for.
He nodded, “Yeah…but we can’t stop moving, doll. We gotta-“
“You knew this was going to happen?”
Bucky frowned at Curtis once more.
“Are you going to question everything that I do, Everett?”
“Only when it’s irresponsible!” he growled back in response.
“Yes…I knew about the riot,” Bucky grumbled, “I knew that it was going to get started, and some of the inmates planned to go after some of the administration. It’s why I rushed to our little doc, here. I knew Steve gave her a note…he was doing it to rub it in my face that he could still take whatever he wanted from me. Doll…I wasn’t going to just stand by and let him hurt you.”
“Wh-who else?”
Bucky’s brow furrowed, “Wha-what?”
“Who else knew?” You asked, “What’s going to happen?”
Bucky looked down the hall, towards the source of the ever-increasing noise that was growing behind them. He took your hands in his own and shook his head, “We don’t have time for this right now, doll.”
“Then make time, James.”
He frowned at both your insistence and the tone you took with him, “doll.”
“James.”
“Steve…obviously,” he grumbled, finally starting to answer your question when you didn’t budge, “Hansen. Levinson and Drysdale. Pronge. Storm. Vlad. Tucker.”
“God damn it,” Curtis growled, shooting the other man a dangerous look, “you mean to tell me all the fucking psychos knew about this bullshit?”
Bucky’s growl returned, full force at Curtis, “I didn’t plan it, Everett.”
“No…you just knew about it!”
“Who was the main target?” You asked quickly, keeping yourself between the two men yet again, “Who was everyone going after?”
“Like I said, it was assorted administration,” Bucky said quickly, “I know Steve was coming for you…Drysdale and Levinson were protecting their girl-“
“Protecting their girl?” you asked, cutting him off, “do you mean…are they going after the warden?”
Bucky nodded, shrugging his shoulders, “something like that.”
“You shuddered, “oh my god…”
“Jesus,” Curtis muttered, “they’re going to kill Bodecker.”
“Now do you see why I wanted to get to the showers?” Bucky growled at Curtis.
Curtis frowned, nodding his head. He looked at you and took your hand once more, “We have to get you someplace safe, sweetheart…”
Your brow furrowed this time as you noticed just how much the two men who were protecting you seemed to be in agreeance, “What is going on? Why are you on his side now?”
“Sweetheart…when they realize the warden is dead they’re going to come in full force,” Curtis frowned, admitting what Barnes already knew, “they’ll come in swinging and blame the inmates for any sort of collateral that happens…”
“You mean…”
“They’ll shoot first and ask questions later,” Bucky finished for the much larger man, “that’s why we need to get you into a safe room that doesn’t have any windows or items that could be used as sharp weapons. That way they have to come in without deadly force.”
“They’re not coming in.”
“A-Ari…”
“I don’t care Viv,” he grumbled, shooting a look over his shoulder, “we’ve already accumulated enough bodies of fuckers I had to hold off because you believed them.”
“They’ve got the doc.”
“And they can trade her around for some sanctuary,” he replied just as quickly, “but they aren’t coming in!”
“But Ari,” she begged softly, “Barnes-“
“I know that Barnes gave those idiots another idea, but that doesn’t buy him much goodwill with me.”
“Look, “I know that we have some history, Levinson…but I don’t want Viv…just like you don’t want our girl…”
Levinson’s jaw lifted as he looked at Curtis, who had the doc tucked under his arm, “she really your girl?”
Curtis only grunted in response.
Ari smirked.
“Still have a way with words, do you, Everett?”
“Ari…”
He frowned, opening up the door a little bit more so that it would accommodate allowing the three of them to pass him and enter the showers. Bucky kept his eyes lowered as he passed Ari, but his brow quirked when he saw half a dozen bodies in the corner.
“What the hell is this?”
Instantly, Curtis had pulled his little doc by his side even more, shielding her from the view of the corpses in the corner.
Ari crossed his arms as he looked at Viv, “I was protecting what is mine”
“Looks like you were killing for fun!”
“If you don’t like the set up we have going on then you can fuck off,” the inmate growled, throwing a harsh look at the trio that had entered the room, “no one is forcing you to be here.”
“I didn’t leave an hour ago,” Bucky grumbled, “and when I come back there’s more corpses than people in the room.”
“Can-can we at least move them?”
This time Ari threw a glare in the doctor’s direction, “no one’s forcing you to be here, doc…”
“Ari…” Viv sighed softly, “ma-maybe they’re right…we could put them outside the room…”
“Less likely they’ll shoot at us if there aren’t any bodies in the room,” Curtis bravely pointed out to the rest of the occupants, “keeps both our girls safe.”
Ari seemed to consider the logic for a second before he nodded at Curtis, “help me move them.”
Curtis nodded and released the doc, “go over there with the CO, sweetheart.”
She was hesitant to let him go, but he nodded towards the other woman.
“Curtis-“
“It’s okay baby!” he said gently, rubbing small reassuring circles on her back, “Don’t look at the bodies…okay?”
She nodded, making her way over to Viv, and the two women turned around so that they didn’t have to see the men lifting the corpses.
“Th-thank you for letting us in…”
Viv looked at her co-worker for a second, before quietly nodding to herself.
“I-I thought you hated me…” she said quietly.
“I do…” Viv answered honestly. The blunt answer nearly knocked the doc back, “but I don’t think this is your fault…A-Ari told me that the riot happened for a reason…”
She nodded, “th-they’re going to kill the warden…”
Viv looked to Ari, worry and anxiety lacing her features. And instantly the large man knew that he fucked up by not telling her beforehand. She raced him, tears in her eyes, “you-you knew.”
She was nearly shaking from the worry.
Ari looked to the other woman, and then to Barnes and Everett, and he had his own regrets about letting them in.
When he didn’t respond, Viv pushed Ari, hard.
He took a step back.
“YOU LET HIM FUCKING PROPOSE TO ME WHEN YOU KNEW HE WAS GOING TO TRY AND KILL LEE!” she screamed, angrier than ever.
“Baby-“
“Don’t baby me!” she spat, pushing him again, “WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO HUGH? HUH? YOU WENT AND LET HIM TRY TO KILL LEE BECAUSE OF WHAT? SOME EGO ISSUE OVER HIM FUCKING ME?”
“OVER HIM RAPING YOU!” Ari spat, finally breaking as he looked at the woman he loved, “I FUCKING TRIED TO TALK HUGH OUT OF IT, BUT HE WOULDN’T LISTEN. TRIED TO TELL HIM I WOULD DO IT, BUT HE SAID NO. HE TOLD ME THAT IF ANYONE WAS GONNA KILL BODECKER IT WAS GOING TO BE HIM. BECAUSE HE HAD TO DO IT. FOR YOU!”
Viv got quiet.
“Wh—what?”
“Hugh said he had to do it,” Ari sighed, tears falling down his cheeks and into his beard, “I begged him not to…told him that I would do it, but he told me no. He told me to make sure that you were safe…and that he’d do it!”
“Wh-what if he doesn’t come back to us, Ari?” she asked weakly, “he-Hugh isn’t a killer….he-he isn’t a-“
“I know…” Ari sighed sadly, “Trust me baby…I know.”
“We have to go after him…” Viv pled as she looked at the larger man, “Ari…please…we have to go get Hugh…”
Chapter 14
Tag List: @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @cjand10
#locked up#jail au#prison#curtis everett#snowpiercer au#snowpiercer#marvel#marvel au#bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#bucky#ari levinson#red sea diving resort#chris evans characters#sebastian stan characters
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If ur down for it, I’d love to see u write smth for tlou with a sick/snzy Joel ,,, perhaps when he and Ellie are first reunited with Tommy or maybe post-game where they’ve gone back to Jackson with Tommy?? basically just the embarrassment of never being sick and suddenly being sick 🥹🥹
Ask and ye shall receive, my anon <3
Fandom: The Last of Us
Summary: Freshly returned from the fireflies, Joel is run completely ragged and has caught a cold.
CW: None, just spoilers for the game if you haven't played!
Word Count: 1.1k
MINORS DNI
The car had broken down when they were a few miles from Jackson. Then the rain had started. It hadn’t let up until they were nearly at the hydroelectric plant. After pulling Ellie out of the Fireflies it had been hard to find her non-rotting clothes that fit. Most anything decent was all returned to the earth, torn up, disgusting, or moth eaten. They’d managed to find her a too big shirt, jeans, a belt, and even some decent shoes. But no jacket.
With no car for shelter from the rain, Joel hadn’t even hesitated to shrug off his jacket and drape it around the young girl’s shoulders as they exhaustedly trudged the last few miles back to town. They made it to the gates. Tired, shivering, soaked, starving, and there was a bone deep weariness that Joel just couldn’t place. He swallowed, wondering if he’d snored the whole night long for his throat to feel so raw.
Rain rolled down off his soaked hair and down the bridge of his nose as they waited for the gate to open, his exhausted frame shaking in the freezing downpour. Somehow it was still raining instead of snowing. Good for the plant, he thought just as a droplet of water rolled off the tip of his nose.
It ignited a tickle at the very tip and made him raise a calloused hand to rub roughly at the appendage just as Tommy pushed open the gate.
“Christ,” Tommy breathed out. “You both look like hell.” His eyes trailed from Joel to Ellie and stepped aside to let them both inside the walls. “Get in here. We’ll get you cleaned up, dried off, something to eat…”
Right away Ellie was pushing her way inside. They hadn’t talked much on the way back and Joel watched her go. He hadn’t told her about what he’d done but there was a distance now between them… Both of them could feel it and the guilt of his choice ate at him. But it was nothing compared to the guilt of what inaction would have felt like. That he was sure of…
Suddenly, he realized someone was saying his name. Tommy.
“Joel?”
A grunt escaped him, and Joel sniffed slightly. His nose was running. When had that started?
“Tommy.” He growled back, a little harsher than he meant to, but he was tired god damn it. Tired, he didn’t feel himself, he wanted a shower, and to drop into bed to sleep for a month.
For once, Tommy seemed to understand and led Joel inside the gates. They trudged through the muddy streets of Jackson and into a house, Joel’s breath catching as the suddenly warm air hit his throat and lungs. He doubled over in a coughing fit with one hand pressed to the aching, still not quite healed wound on his abdomen.
A warm hand slid over his back and Joel took in a shaky breath. “I’m fine.” He spit out from pure habit, the prickliness rearing it’s head as he grew defensive. There was no reason his younger brother should be comforting him. Not a damn one.
“You ain’t.” Tommy breathed out and gripped Joel’s shirt tighter now, making the older man scrunch his face in annoyance. It seemed to re-ignite that ticklish sensation from earlier and as Tommy dragged him down the hall to the bathroom.
The bathroom lights flicked on, and Joel’s breath hitched, “Ihhih- Tommy, move.” He warned the blonde, pushing him aside before he braced a hand against the wall while cupping his other hand over his mouth and nose to sneeze. “HiiiISSHue! Jesus…”
A wry sort of chuckle escaped Tommy as he got the hot water started for Joel, patting his brother on the back. “Bless you, old timer. Still fucking disgusting, I see.” He teased warmly, referring to catching the sneeze in his hand.
“Like you’re any damn better, asshole.” Joel grumbled back but there was not a trace of heat to his words. His breath was already wavering again as he started to undo the buttons of his completely soaked flannel shirt.
Tommy left the bathroom with a small snort of laughter. “Fair point. I’ll leave you too it. Get some rest, Joel.”
“Hiixx’t! Ugh.” This time he’d pinched his nose to stifle sneeze, feeling his ears pop uncomfortably and it had scraped painfully against his throat. Boston to Colorado and not so much as a sniffle and now… now that it was all over it was like his body had finally given up.
As Joel stepped into the hot spray a long sigh left him which turned into a harsh coughing fit that left his throat more raw than before. He scrubbed himself down, washed his hair and beard, not bothering to shave given he felt liable to sneeze and cut himself at any moment.
A few more sneezes as he got out of the shower, dressed in some sweats Tommy had left out for him, and dropped into bed. There was no telling how long he slept but when he woke, Ellie was at his bedside and he felt awful. Worse than before he’d slept if that was possible. “Hey, kiddo…” He croaked out, throat raw and painful.
The moment he spoke, Ellie’s head snapped up from where she’d been sharpening her stiletto blade. “Hey…” Her voice was soft, softer than it had been the whole trip back. “Maria said you were sick.” Her hand raised up to indicate she was going to reach out and touch him, a habit they’d developed after some trial and error traveling together.
“I’m fine-” Joel dismissed quietly as her hand came to rest on his forehead, an oddly familiar sensation and he couldn’t place why he knew it. “Healthy as a h-hhhih…” His breath hitched, nostrils flaring, and he quickly grabbed her wrist to pull it away from his face. “HiiISHHuh! Heh…hiiSHHUH! Ugh, pardod.” He mumbled, southern drawl thickening as his congestion did too. His face was tucked into his elbow for once. Ellie didn’t need this cold. Not after all she’d been through.
Both sneezes were loud and made Ellie jump. “Jesus. Good thing you didn’t get sick like this while we were traveling. We would have had every infected in a mile on us.” She teased him to which Joel rolled his eyes, feeling a heat rising to his cheeks.
“Yeah yeah… go od add-” Joel sniffed and pulled the bed sheets up to rub at his nose some. “Get out of here. Go watch a bovie with the kids or sobethi’g todight… I’ll be fide.”
Ellie seemed to hesitate, watching him with an anxious look. “You sure?”
Another nod. “Get.” Joel insisted and reached out to give her a light shove. “Before you catch this.”
A sigh left Ellie, swaying with that shove before she pocketed her knife and stood. “Feel better, Joel.” She said and left him to sleep.
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Hopping on Hopper - Jim Hopper x Reader || Part One || Fluff/Smut
Summary: Jim Hopper didn't care who Flo picked as her extra help at the station - until he met you.
Word Count: 1,260
Date Posted: 09.27.2022
TW: Sexual Content, Breeding, Praise, Slight Exhibition, Age Gap.
Note: Requested by Anon
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Flo was getting up there in age and wanted to spend some more time grandchildren, so Chief Hopper thought it wise to have someone trained up to help out. That is where you came in, 27 years young, leaving the food and beverage job that got you through your training courses. Chief had let Flo make her own choice of replacement, so he hadn’t actually met you until the older lady was already showing you the ropes.
He was immediately infatuated by you in your little pale yellow sun dress, thin cardigan doing little to hide your sexy curves. Hair up in a messy bun, fly aways framing your face endearingly. Your intoxicating smile conveyed an innocence about you that he wanted to ruin.
“Hey Chief.” Like every morning you grinned at him, “morning coffee.”
He didn’t know if the coffee was perfect because it was coming from you, or if you just never burnt the coffee, or if he just liked the way your skirt always framed the curve of your ass beautifully. He longed to grip that soft ass as he fucked you over his desk.
Every halloween brought in drunks, accidents, and the occasional petty crime. Everyone was working overtime, well, except Flo, who was trick-or-treating with her grandchildren. Everyone available was out watching the streets for drunk driving or speeding. Chief Hopper thought it would be better if they were out patrolling, he, however, was stuck with the paperwork of whomever they brought in. You were right there with him, he filled it out, you filed it and scanned a digital copy, along with dispatching calls.
That left you and Hopper in the sheriffs’ office alone for the majority of the night. To be honest, you took any chance you got to check out the man. He looked damn fine in his uniform.
“Hey Chief,” You leaned against his doorframe, holding a bowl of candy, “Fancy any? I think I got some mini Toblerones.”
He looked you up and down, admiring the way your skirt fell around your hips. Despite no costumes he still allowed you to wear a cat ear headband and some cute drawn on whiskers. You looked delicious, like a fresh cooked meal to a man starving. The thought of your pretty lips around his cock made blood rush to his member. You were nearly half his age.
He waved you over. “Look at this for me. All this paperwork is fatiguing my eyes.”
He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands over his face. You leaned over him to look at the file, below you was that slight bulge in his jeans. He was big, you could tell already.
“Excuse me,” you breathed, adjusting slightly. You knew your ass was right is his line of sight, it made you wet. The seam of your tights rubbing against you clit made you glad you forgoed panties this morning.
Jim was staring holes at you ass, the hem of your skirt hanging just inched below your cheeks, barely covering your modesty. Your honey vanilla body spray made him wanna pull you closer, pull you back by your hair and fill you with his seed. Fuck the thought was only making him harder.
“Are you gonna touch me, Chief? Or am I gonna have to keep standing here until you do?” You asked, wiggling your ass slightly.
“That’d be inappropriate, Y/n.”
“Perhaps,” You purred, turning and sitting on his bent knee, “But you need a break, and I know you want to.”
You leaned in, breasts brushing against his chest as you whispered in his ear, “My secret Chief, I want it too.”
Jim wound his hand into your hair, pulling on it roughly making you gasp.
“I make the demands here,” He growled in your ear. He pushed you off his lap and forced you down onto your knees. You unbuckled his belt, pulling out out his throbbing cock. You were right he was big. Six delicious inches, and a nice thick girth. He groaned as you licked up the length of his shaft. You teased his head with your tongue, his precum soaking your tongue. You moaned, taking him into your mouth. You sucked hard as you pulled up, making him groan loudly.
“So good,” He groaned softly petting your head.
“Chief!” A voice called from the main office. Jim stuffed you under the desk, just in time for Callahan to peak in. You couldn’t resist, you continued to tease and suck him as quietly as you could. You could hear the Chief’s breath hitch. “You seen Y/n?’
“She went out to grab some dinner. Did you need something?’ Cool demeanor as ever.
“I was just checking in. I needed to hit the head and I’ll head back out. There is a party going on, and I am just waiting for someone to call it in.”
Jim did his best to ignore the way that you were quietly sucking him off until Callahan left, plus a good five minutes after. He scooted away from his desk abruptly, a long sticky strand of saliva still connecting you to where you were drooling around his thick member.
“Up,” he demanded, as you crawled out from under his desk. In one deft move he had you bent over on his desk, the file that you had been called in to look over had been placed off to the side. He flipped your skirt up, giving your ass a swift spank making you yelp.
“God, I’ve been wanting you all day.” Jim muttered as he caressed your ass over your tights. He could see your juicy cunt through the thin stretched material. “So beautiful.”
He ripped open the bottom of your tights, just enough to give him access. A single thick digit ran a strip down your folds, and you could hear him suck your juices off his finger behind you.
“So sweet and juicy,” He commented, “Do you like being manhandled, baby girl?”
You didn’t have the chance to answer, all words were cut off as he inserted his finger inside you, curling it slowly. He took his time fingering you, caressing that swelling g-spot as you moaned for him.
“Oh, just fuck me, please,” You begged. God, you were already seeping wet for him.
“So impatient.” He gave your ass another smack, making you moan. He shoved his thick cock into your tight little hole with no warning. The feeling burned, but it started to ease as he pumped into you. You were unraveling into a moaning mess beneath him.
“Such a good girl,” He grunted with each thrust, “Coming apart beneath me.”
You swore you could feel his cock hitting your cervix. While you weren’t a virgin, you hadn’t been fucked like this in a long time.
“God you feel good.” The Chief complimented.
“Fuck, Chief,” You gasped out as he pounded into you. If you could orgasm from penetration alone, you would. He filled you so perfectly.
“I’m gonna fill this perfect pussy,” He growled. You wanted him to fill you, to pump you full of his seed. He pounded your from behind, hand fisted in your hair for leverage.
“That’s. It. Baby. Girl.” He grunted with each thrust. His hips shuttered, and you felt his warm seed fill you. He slowly disengaged, you could feel his cum drip out of you. It was delicious.
“Such a beautiful girl.” He complimented you as he cleaned you up, fixing your skirt. “Do you wanna go to dinner next Friday?”
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Chris Pontius x Fem Reader Imagine:
Word count: 4,392
Warnings: Smut, slight primal kink, marking kink, language, unprotected sex (consentual), edging, implied overstimulation, oral sex (female receiving)
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You awoke to the sound of a knock on the door of your hotel room, groaning as you slipped out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as you made your way to the noise.
"It's too damn early for this shit."
You couldn't help but mutter under your breath as you unlocked and opened the door, greeted with the view of your best friend Chris standing in the doorway with a coffee in each hand and the top of a brown paper bag between his teeth. He gestured toward your room, you stepping out of the way to let him in.
"Morning, Starshine."
He handed you your coffee and got settled, choosing to sit on the kitchen counter after setting down what you could safely guess was breakfast for you both.
"Morning Chris, why're you over so early?"
"Press day, remember? We've gotta do an interview with some news station later, and we've got Loudwire in an hour. You've still gotta get ready too."
You nodded, downing part of the drink before grabbing a change of clothes from your suitcase and getting changed. Chris chuckled, shaking his head slightly. You'd done this since high school, not one to really hide your body.
"I found out something interesting on my way over."
You looked back at him as you slipped your well worn oversized tee shirt off, revealing your smaller, tattoo covered frame in an army green thong. He couldn't help but swallow thickly at the sight, taking in every detail of the artwork that flowed over your body. You were naturally tan from being out in the Cali sun, long dyed black hair that fell to your hips, curvy, blue-green eyes… Just the sight of you was enough to drive him crazy, and the memories that flooded his thoughts certainly weren't helping.
"Oh? What's up?"
You went back to changing, not having caught the slight shift of Chris's legs as he took in the sight of you topless.
"People seem to think we're together and from what me and Knoxville can guess, Loudwire and the news station are gonna ask us about it."
Your cheeks flushed light pink as you eased into your camo skinny jeans, pulling on a black bra a minute later. He couldn't help but shift again, feeling like a teenager all over again as his own jeans began to tighten.
"What do you wanna do about it?
"I mean… We could just fuck around with 'em and play into it, give people something to think about."
You turned to face him, arms stretched a bit as you slipped on what you thought was a shirt. Looking down, you realized you'd grabbed a very revealing lace babydoll nightie instead of an actual shirt. Mentally saying fuck it, you tucked the excess material into your jeans and smoothed it out so that there were no real telltale bumps in the legs of your pants. He closed his eyes for a few moments, thinking of anything but you to get the tightness to go away.
"I like where your head's at."
You looked up at him, finally noticing his actions. He'd muttered something under his breath, causing you to raise a brow.
"You good, Stud?"
"Yeah, it's just… I'm just thinking, that's all."
His eyes opened and he took a swig of his drink to help pass the half lie off as you pulled on a leather jacket he'd given you years ago, slipping into your pair of black Docs and lacing them up quickly. You nodded, leaning against the counter and finishing your coffee as the two of you made small talk and ate breakfast until it was time to leave. What he failed to mention was that he was thinking about wanting to strip you down and lay you on that bed, wanting to make you cum over and over until the only thing that could come from those pretty lips of yours was his name. That'd have to wait though. If he had it his way, neither of you would be leaving the room for the rest of the day.
When it came time to leave, he had his arm wrapped around your waist as you walked out of the hotel and to your rental car. He chose to drive, opening your door for you and making sure you were settled before getting in himself. The entire ride was filled with music and laughter, Chris cracking jokes just to see you smile. Once you made it to the studio you took his hand in yours out of instinct, looking up to him. He smiled, giving your hand a squeeze as you both started to walk toward the building.
"Hey, wait a minute."
He looked at you as you both stood still for a moment, a mischievous smile forming on your lips.
"What's up, hot stuff?"
"Well… We're playing this up, right?"
You kept your voice just loud enough for him to hear as you turned to face him, taking a step toward him as he raised a brow.
"Yeah?"
"Well… What's a couple without a little physicality, right? Pretty damn boring. And that's not us, so… What if one or both of us had a mark somewhere the camera would catch?"
Unknowingly, your eyes had darkened slightly with a look he knew a little too well for his own good. Mischief and lust. He smirked smugly at the look, finally seeing where your thoughts had been.
"If you wanted me to mark you, all you had to do was ask. You know I'm always willing to let my good girl have what she wants."
His voice had dropped a bit, sending a small shiver of excitement down your spine. You studied his eyes for a moment as his free hand moved up to your jaw, thumb rubbing over your lips as you tilted your head to the side. He lowered his down a bit, trailing kisses along your neck before beginning to create a very dark and obvious mark. Your eyes slipped shut as you took the feeling in, free hand moving up to grip his shirt. He chuckled at the action, biting down just enough to leave an imprint in your skin.
"Fuck…"
You cursed under your breath as he wrapped his free arm around you, holding you close until he was satisfied with his work. When he pulled back, he pressed a kiss to your jaw and lightly traced the mark with his thumb.
"You okay, sweetheart?"
"Hm?"
You let go of the breath you didn't realize you'd been holding, opening your eyes after a few moments only to be greeted with a very self satisfied look on his face.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just… Wow… It's been a minute."
"Y'wanna mark me, sweet girl?"
Your head perked up slightly, a dull soreness from his mark making itself known which caused a whimper to fall from your lips. He really didn't do anything half-assed, which you were more than grateful for. You didn't even give it a second thought, leaning up and giving him a mark of your own. A few minutes later, just when he thought you were done, you pulled the collar of his shirt down a bit and left a smaller mark there before finally pulling back with a smug smirk of your own. He shifted slightly, taking every detail of you in.
"God, I love you…"
You smiled at his words, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"I love you too… Daddy."
His brows raised slightly at the term before pulling you closer, if it was even possible.
"You're such a brat, Nox. Now… We should head in before we're late."
You laughed, pressing a kiss to the spot you'd left your mark before backing up and nodding. There was no way in hell he'd admit it now, but as the two of you walked into the building and to the room you were recording in, memories flooded his brain. You'd dated in high school, breaking up after almost two years for reasons neither of you fully understood. You hooked up off and on after the breakup, both of you still having feelings for each other but not really mentioning it out of respect for the other. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting it go for a moment to pull your chair closer to his, both of you sitting down as the crew got ready for the recording. Once you both were settled physically, you reached for his hand. He took it and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
"You've got this, sweetheart."
A few minutes passed, the interview finally starting.
"Hello, I'm Graham Hartmann and you're watching Loudwire, fact or fiction. From the Jackass franchise, we've got Chris Pontius and Onyx Moore with us. Guys, nice to see you."
You crossed your legs, fairly calm as you smiled and settled into your interview mindset.
"Nice to be here."
"Always a pleasure."
Graham got through Chris' information initially, shifting to you after a moment.
"It says here you were born Onyx Nicole Moore, born July 16, 1974 in Pasadena, California."
"Everything but the middle name is true. It's actually Noelle, but I can see how they'd get it confused."
You laughed, feeling relaxed already thanks to Chris rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand.
"My parents had to be special and give me the middle name nobody wanted."
"Hey, it could be worse. It could be Beatrice or Agatha."
"Oh god, I think I'd have to change my name and leave the country if it were Agatha!"
The three of you laughed, Grant shaking his head in amusement.
"Ooh, little bit of fiction already! Moving on. Both of your pages state that while your families were fairly close with each other, you didn't actually become friends until you officially met on the first day of your freshman year at San Luis Obispo High School."
You looked over at Chris as he looked at you, confusion written on both of your faces as you burst into another fit of laughter.
"Where do they get this stuff?"
"Definitely fiction, dude. We've known each other and been best friends since forever. No joke, she's been my ride or die since literally day one, and honestly? I don't think I'd enjoy life without her by my side."
He slipped an arm over your shoulders as he smiled at you, a blush creeping over your cheeks.
"More fiction, seems like people are slacking a bit, eh?"
You both nodded, your hands moving to his thigh.
"Definitely."
Thankfully the interview seemed to fly by after this, the only real time you were caught off guard was when your supposed relationship with Chris was brought up. He'd moved his hand from your shoulder to the back of your head, tracing little designs over the back of your neck absentmindedly before Grant spoke up again.
"There have been talks recently that you two have started dating, and I'm sure everyone wants to know if there's any truth behind it."
"I can't say I'm really surprised. We just kind of do whatever feels right, y'know? Neither of us really like labels, so whether we are or aren't officially dating, well… That's for us to know, and maybe for you guys to find out. We could or couldn't be. I know I love her, and there's not a day that goes by where she's not on my mind. There could be days where only one of us is filming, and my first thought is always about if she's going to be okay. Especially when it's her filming."
Your eyes met for a moment, a small smile forming at the edge of his lips as he continued.
"She's my best friend, biggest supporter, nurse, road wife… I'm lucky to have her around after all these years."
You felt your cheeks heat up slightly as he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.
"If anything, I'm luckier to have him. He's been by my side my entire life, has seen me through every good, bad, and ugly day I've ever had. And every boarding injury for that matter."
You brought Chris's head up for a moment, a knowing look in his eyes as you fought the urge to kiss him. Grant cleared his throat, the rest of the interview going by pretty quickly, both of you joking around and playing up your relationship.
"One last question for you both, so let's make it a good one."
You looked at each other, looking back to Grant.
"If there was one thing you could tell each other, past or present, what would you say?"
You thought for a minute, your eyes drifting to your connected hands. Chris was the first to speak up, feeling him look at you as you caught a glimpse of a sad look flash in his eyes. It matched the almost sad smile that shown on his lips for a moment before he passed it off as nerves.
"I didn’t understand the warmth of you until I couldn’t have it, and… I understand it now. I don't ever want to be cold again.”
You turned to look at him, studying his eyes as you had to fight again to not pull him in for a kiss. You thought again for a moment, squeezing his hand.
"I don’t know how you’ve put up with me for this long, but I love you for it."
Once it was over and you were free to go, you walked out of the building hand in hand, both of you enjoying the comfortable silence as you walked to your rental car.
"Hey…"
Chris broke the silence, standing still as you stopped and looked back at him.
"What's up?"
"I've gotta get this off my chest… I miss you, Nox. I can't lie to you and say that I don't miss us, miss being with you… I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into situations like this with each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate."
He paused as you took a step closer, studying him as you gently squeezed his hand.
"I miss you too, Chris… I miss us. I know that was just fucking around and acting like we're together, but if I'm being honest, it took every ounce of self control to not kiss you in there…"
"Then give in to it… Give in, and if you feel like there's nothing between us anymore then we'll leave it at that, but if there's something genuinely still there… I'd love to try this again, and try to make it last."
You stepped closer, pulling him in for a deep kiss before he could say anything else. You closed your eyes and mentally smiled as he tensed for a brief moment before relaxing, pulling you closer to him as you moved your free hand to the nape of his neck. Everything about this felt so right, and there was a part of you that was kicking yourself for not giving this another go sooner, but that was something to deal with later. Right now, though? Right now, you felt warm and safe. His free hand slipped under your jacket to rest on your hip, fingers digging into your skin slightly moments before you broke the kiss.
"Fuck…"
You let your head rest against his chest as the two of you struggled to catch your breath, your eyes opening as a smile formed on your lips. You calmed down somewhat after a minute or so, hand moving to his side as you leaned back a bit and took in the sight of him. You felt yourself tense slightly at the look in his eyes, the fingers still digging into your hip only adding to the growing tension that was starting to surround you both.
"The things I want to do to you right now, Nox…"
You couldn't help but smirk as you silently pulled him to the car, pulling him in for a brief kiss before getting in. He watched you, shaking his head in amusement as he adjusted his jeans before joining you. A short time later the two of you made it back to your room, you slipping out of your jacket and boots not long after. His eyes darkened slightly as he backed you against a wall, hands moving down to your hips.
"Do you want this?"
"Please."
He left a trail of kisses along your neck before taking a step back and letting go of you, nodding toward the bed.
"Go lay down for me, sweetheart, and close your eyes. Wouldn't want you to see what I've got in store for you, now would we?"
You shook your head before moving to the bed and doing as he asked, heart racing with anticipation as you tried to figure out his next move. He slipped out of his sneakers, jeans and shirt, drinking in the sight of you laid out for him before he made his way to bed and slowly stripped of your jeans. He kissed over each inch of newly exposed skin along your thighs, you reaching a hand up and threading your fingers in his hair as he moved back up toward your hips.
"Hands to yourself for now, baby. You've riled me up all morning, and now I wanna make it worth your while."
He trailed off as he hooked the waistband of your thong and pulled it off, arms wrapping around the backs of your thighs after a moment before settling into his spot between them. You let him go, moving your arms up to rest behind your head. He hadn't even really done anything to you outside of kissing, yet he'd already managed to get you incredibly riled up. You bit your lip as you realized just how wet you'd become in the short amount of time after leaving the studio.
"There's my good girl, so wet and eager for me already."
You shivered at his words, whining quietly as he licked a stripe up your inner thigh.
"Didn't think I'd remember, did you? I know all of your weaknesses, just like you know mine."
He paused only to press a kiss to your hip bone, teasing you by rubbing his hands closer and closer to where you needed him most but not giving you what you wanted just yet. A whine fell from your lips as he left kisses along your inner thigh, chuckling as you lifted your hips a bit out of frustration. His hand moved closer to your core, thumb rubbing dangerously close to your core for a brief moment before he pulled back. Or so you thought. You couldn't fight the moan that escaped you as Chris finally eased two fingers into you, his tongue teasing your clit as he gently pushed your hips against the bed. He set a slow pace, wanting to drag this out. Wanting so desperately to make you beg for him. He began gently sucking on your clit, moaning as he ground his hips against the bed to try and get some sort of friction for himself. He continued on for a few minutes, working you up slowly and methodically, savoring every sound you made. He pulled back and licked his lips as he quickened his fingers, drawing out a slew of moans and whines from you.
“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”
You felt your cheeks heat up, hips trying to follow his movements. He trailed his free hand up, rubbing a thumb over the base of your neck.
"Uh-uh. Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want."
A shiver ran down your spine at his words, whining as he slowed his actions down considerably. You bit your lip, thoughts foggy from the pleasure as he curled his fingers and rubbed his thumb over your clit in small circles.
"Words, sweet girl. I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me."
"You, Chris. I want you."
You felt him shift, his hand cupping your throat as he moved up your body. He leaned in close as he got near your ear, the smirk in his voice overwhelmingly evident.
"Good, good fucking girl."
Each word was punctuated with a curling of his fingers and an almost whimpering moan from your lips, his body shifting again as he knelt between your legs. He eased his fingers out of you, rubbing a hand over your hip to help calm you for a moment before slipping out of his boxers and teasing you with his cock. Your hips rocked against his movements, eyes half closed as you focused on the sensations he was giving you.
"Let me know if you need a minute, sweetheart… I know it's been a while and I don't wanna hurt you, alright?"
You nodded, fingers lightly gripping the sheets as he slowly buried himself in you. He kept rubbing over your hip, lowering his head and peppering kisses over your skin as he bottomed out completely. His hand slipped down between the two of you, rubbing small circles on your clit again as you tried to rock your hips against him.
"Fuck… Please, baby… More?"
A whine escaped your lips as he shifted and began to build a steady pace, burying every inch of himself into you with every thrust. The grip you had on the sheets tightened as he continued, beginning to mark you between kisses. You ground your hips against him, pulling a groan from his lips.
"Fuck, honey- You feel so good for me."
He continued to work your body, bringing you closer and closer to your climax only to slow the pace and keep you on edge. You groaned out of frustration, grinding against him in an attempt to get any sort of relief only to have him pull his hand away.
"Tell me what you want, my good girl."
"I wanna cum, please let me cum baby! I'm so close…"
He moved his hand back to your clit, continuing his actions from earlier and bringing you right back to the edge. He moved to pull out, movements faltering when you shook your head and brought an arm down to pull him in again.
"Open your eyes and look at me, honey."
You did as asked, focused on him even as he kept you on edge.
"I want you to think about this… Do you want me to cum inside you?"
A shiver ran down your spine as his words hit you, a moment passing before you dig your fingers into his hip, tugging him toward you again.
"I want it, please. Want you."
He shifted again, wrapping an arm around you and kissing you passionately as he picked up the pace. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer as he broke the kiss to watch you.
"Cum for me, baby, let me feel you."
You buried your face in his shoulder as you came, the fingers of your free hand digging into his bicep as your body tensed from the sensations. A low groan escaped him as your orgasm triggered his own, hips flush with yours as he held you close. Small noises fell from your lips as he worked you through your highs, stilling once you'd come down. His fingers ran through your hair, calming you as he left soft kisses on your skin. You stayed like this for a little while, whining when he slipped from your grasp to lay on his side. You opened your eyes, getting comfortable and shifting a little closer to him.
"I really, honestly love you, Nox."
"I really, honestly love you Chris."
His free hand moved up, fingers trailing over your skin. You smiled, your hand resting on his.
"I missed this… Missed you, us… All of it."
"Hey… Now's not the time for sap, honey. Right now, we've got some catching up to do."
His fingers moved lower as he moved to press a kiss to your shoulder, you biting your lip as his fingers traced little patterns over your inner thigh. You studied him as he shifted again, settling between your knees.
He spent the next few hours making you cum over and over, only really giving you a break if you asked for one. Toward the end of the night, you both were finally satiated and curled up in each other's arms.
"Chris?"
"Hm?"
His fingers were running through your hair again, bringing a sense of calm and security to you that you'd really only ever gotten with him. Yours rested over his chest, feeling the subtle throbbing of his heartbeat.
"Why didn't we try this again sooner?"
"I don't know, sweetheart. Maybe we had to grow by ourselves before we were ready to try again."
You nodded slightly, the arm wrapped around you moving slightly as he moved his hand to one particular tattoo that he couldn't ever forget the placement of. A sprig of baby's breath on the back of your left bicep. He'd been with you when you got it, remembering everything that'd happened then. He snapped himself out of those thoughts, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"I should probably order us something to eat, honey."
"No… Stay in bed a little longer. It's warm here.”
Another kiss to your forehead as you moved a leg between his, a genuine smile on your lips as you pulled your head back for a moment to study him.
"Fine. Ten more minutes, then I'm ordering food. Alright?"
"Yes, Daddy."
You laughed as he rolled the two of you over, using one hand to pin yours above your head with a playfully wild look in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.
"Y'know, every time you call me that… It drives me crazy."
"Is that so?"
"Mhmmm."
His head dipped low before he sucked another mark into your skin, groaning under his breath. Pulling back after a minute, he brought his head up and licked his lips.
"You drive me crazy in the best way possible, Nox. Always have."
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Waiting on You.
INVOLVED: Samuel Evans, Mercedes Jones, & Co.
LOCATION: Cleveland Clinic in Cleveland OH
TIME FRAME: -
NOTES: Five days after Samuel’s operation
Mercedes blinked unfocused eyes. How long had she been sitting here? She rubbed her eyes and sat up, the light brown hospital blanket falling away from her chest. She dropped her hand, head swivel from side to side. Where were Rebecca and Mrs. Evans? She thought, reorienting herself. Time had begun to run all together. An unbroken series of unfortunate events. The more life party was the last true marker. Standing over the children's beds after that night watching them sleep. It had been the first time, in what seemed like forever, that she had been if not happy content with Samuel. Mercedes finally had a definition. She had needed to let go of her own beliefs and settle into the truth.
Oh yes. She remembered Samuel’s mother and sister had left about 2 hours ago. She had nodded them out, telling them she would be leaving right behind them.” Samuel's sister did not give a damn what Mercedes did, to be honest. Mercedes' words were more for Samuel's mother. Mrs. Evans seemed to care about her. Over the last week, She had encouraged Mercedes to eat, go see the kids, even brought her lunch. It was her eyes that unsettled Mercedes. Always watching her with what seemed like understanding. Mrs. Evans had always been nice, but now she acted as if they had something in common and that worried Mercedes greatly. The woman did have a point though. There really wasn’t anything to be done, but pray and be patient. “That isn’t enough.” Mercedes’ said finally looking over to were Samuel lay
Mercedes stood and made her way over to Samuel’s bedside. Wires, leads and hoses surrounding the man, running this way and that. He looked like a science experiment. Frankenstein. What she would have given for Samuel to raise up from his slumber. Mercedes' eyes searched back and forth, in vain, for any sign of consciousness. Nothing. It was wrong. Nothing should be capable of besting Samuel. Nothing! The man could write, talk, fight or fuck his way out of anything. Unfortunately, his heart didn’t share the same beliefs.
Mercedes blinked away tears. Sucking in a deep, ragged breath. Samuel was too young to be going through this. His unbeard face only reenforced that though. The possibility was always there, but hadn’t he always defied the odds? Mercedes inspected his face. Seeing again the boy she used to know. Then spoke to Samuel for the first time since he had been wheeled out of surgery. “I almost forgot what you looked like without your beard.” She said as if in conversation with the man. They told them conversations with loved ones would help. She buried the question of did that apply to her deep for them moment. She loved Samuel, despite what he felt for her. And for now that was enough. Mercedes had already played the recorded voices of her children, Mackenna singing and they boys blabbing. All she had left now was her own voice. “Do you know that your face is the reason I fell in love with you?” She raised an eyebrow, hearing the smart ass retort of the man in her mind. “It had very little to do with you being handsome. It was how damn earnest and sweet you were. Yes, sweet. You could have been a monster then, but I just felt safe. Of course physically safe, but more importantly -I can be absolutely myself and he’ll love me, safe.” She smiled at the thought. That reason, from a lifetime ago, was why she was here now. The reason her feet wanted to wait for him to wake up. It would be any minute now. She thought, eyes going up to the clock.
Day five of vidigal. Mercedes ignored the rumble in stomach. She really needed to leave. The kids where undoubtedly asking for her. She needed rest and something to eat. Her mother and father must be exhausted. She thought, turning back to the chair to collect her things. Her movements were slow. It took what seemed like a lifetime for her to make it over to the chair, that not was 10 steps away. She could hear Mackenna's voice asking “When is daddy coming home?” This was the worst part of this whole ordinal. “You are a bastard. A real piece of work.” She breathed, rounding on the man, eyes falling back on his face. We have danced in and out of each other’s lives for so long. I swear I would hate you if I knew how. Just wake up.” Mercedes knew she’d made her life this man. The simple truth was He possessed things she did not. “I thought it was what you wanted. It is what you always told me. Us together. -Me not galivating all over the place.” She shook her head, pacing back and forth. “It may have been a lie, but our children aren’t. Your children aren’t.” Mercedes argued trying to reason the man’s eyes open. “You are so selfish. How in the world can I tell that little girl her fucking knight isn’t coming home. That is not fair, Samuel!” Stopped cold. “There is so much you have to offer the world. You love and give to people so freely. You try to protect -even when you don’t have to. These are the ideals your children should learn from you. Even when you’ve lived through such overwhelming darkness, you’re still their light. I am not sure If I can emulate that. I don’t want to. We need you.” She stopped pacing, hands gripping the rail of the bed. She looked down at him again, was that a twitch? She thought, inspecting his face. After a while hopefulness died away. No… she realized eyes going back to the clock. He needed more time.
Twenty minutes passed. Mercedes stood by the bed lost in thought. She looked to the door as Samuel’s doctor entered. HIs all knowing eyes took in the haggard woman. The dark circles around her eyes told the story. “Hello Ms. Jones.” He greeted, a hint of disappproval bleeding in to his fatherly voice. He shook his head moving over the sink and washed his hands. He dried his fingers quickly, then added sanitizer before getting a pair of gloves and pulling the on with a snap.
The doctor was older. closer to Mercedes' father's age. He had a gravel tone with hits of southern accent. Mercedes found it in contrast with his station as one of the country’s top cardiac surgeons. She shifted, stepping back from the bed waiting expectantly as the man moved over to Sameul. She flinched as he listened to Samuel's heart. He hadn’t even bothered to warm the cold metal of the stethoscope. She noted raising an eyebrow at the man. He Nodded to himself, then used his fingers to lift Samuel’s covering, checking his stitches. Mercedes held her breath. If she moved the doctor could miss something important. After a few minutes, the doctor took off his gloves and opened Samuel chart making a few notations. Mercedes couldn't stand it any longer. “How is he?” She asked, the question stupid to her ears. “You said he was s.”
“He is stable.” the doctor cut in, choosing his words carefully. “You should really go home and get some rest. Samuel is in good hands.” The man said gently. “If anything changes. We will let you know.” He looked at Mercedes over his glasses. “I have seen families burn themselves out by not getting enough rest. You can do nothing for him if you let yourself clasps of exhaustion.”
Stable. Mercedes thought, pursing her lips. That was most likely the best answer she was going to get. While Samuels sister had allowed her visitation, she had not given her leave to know everything about Samul's condition. A rock settled in the pit of Mercedes' stomach. She distaste feeling powerless and at present that was exactly how she felt. “I’m fine. I’ll going to leave in a bit.” She said, looking back down at Sam. “Samuel doesn’t really like being alone. He tries to pretend he does, but there's always somebody around.” She looked back up at the doctor. “I just need to know he’s going to be alright.” She rubbed her eyes, “I know I need to leave. I’m just afraid if something happens I won’t get the call. That's all.” She said, voice quivering. “We have three small children. What would we do without him? He already tried to have the operation in secret.” She blurted “If I go… how will I know what’s going on? I have to be here.”
The doctor considered her for a long minute. “He is a strong man, but I can’t say for sure if he’s going to be okay. He is stable.” He stressed. “We need to make sure he doesn’t have another stroke. That would make things fair worse.“ He walked over to the young woman and placed a hand on her shoulder. He held those scared eyes with his own. She’d stay until the man opened his eyes. He’d seen her type before. He had a daughter about her age. If he didn’t do something she would be in a bed in this hospital before too long. “Listen, give me your telephone number again. I’ll call you personally if anything changes. Just go home and see those babies, even if only for an hour. It will remind you why you're here and give you the strength to carry on.”
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SWEET TOOTH | J.P
SUMMARY ➠ ice cream man!james fucks you in his ice cream truck
WARNINGS ➠ fingering, dirty talk, semi-public sex, praise kink, humiliation (?), pet names, bit of a breeding kink, not proofread
WORD COUNT ➠ 2.0k
A/N ➠ the long awaited ice cream man james smut ;) oh and this is for @hellounicorn <33
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you were in that stage between dreams and reality when you heard it.
the small tune that you memorized since you started living in this neighbourhood— he always passed by in summer; and god, were you craving something cold and tasty to munch on when it was a thousand degrees outside.
you hummed in content as you lifted yourself from your bed, stretching your lips and rummaging through your closet in an attempt to find a comfortable and decent attire to meet james; as weird as it sounded, you wanted to impress the ice cream man and it was safe to say that you had developed a small crush— james had always been so nice to you, going as far as giving you free popsicles in exchange for a brief conversation.
the tip of your nerves went on fire as you stepped outside; spotting him buckling his belt. he was wearing a tight fit white shirt that had you drooling and shuddering.
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“there you go, kiddo” chuckled james after delivering a chocolate ice cream to the last kid of the big crowd that had formed earlier.
he sighed in disappointment when he realized that you still hadn’t come out yet— he had purposely parked the van a few feet from your house, just so you could maybe pop by and have a nice chat with him.
truth is that james missed you. he hadn’t seen you since last summer and it had already been a shitty weather day, he knew you would be the only one to lift his mood up with that bright smile of yours.
james went back to the driver’s seat and as he finished buckling himself up he heard a small scream of his name upfront.
holy fuck— thought james.
you were wearing a small cute sundress that accentuated your figure in the best way possible, and when he let his eyes travel down to your chest, he caught a glimpse of your peebled nipples. leading him to get into the conclusion that you might only be wearing panties underneath that dress. his cock ached at the thought.
he stepped on the pedal lightly and drove closer to you, until the truck was right in line with your home.
“hi there, sweetheart!” he greeted, unbuckling his seatbelt and going into the back— where he was met with your face through the open window.
“hello james” you giggled “long time, no see, huh?”
“damn right you are, honey— i was starting to wonder if you moved out, what took you so long?” he spoke in a querying tone.
the tip of your ears and nose grew hot as you remembered struggling to find something cute for him. “oh— uhm, i was just— looking for my shoes you know?” you awkwardly chuckled, staring down at the five dollar bill in your hand as if it was the most interesting thing in the planet.
he gave you a bit of an amused look before shaking his head “whatever you say, pretty girl” your tummy fluttered as the nickname dripped from his lips like sweet honey.
“what would you like today, hm?”
“oh just— something sweet and creamy, like an ice cream popsicle” you shrugged, not noticing the effect your words had on james.
“i know something of yours that is sweet and creamy” he murmured under his breath. “what was that?” “oh, no nothing” he gave you a tight lipped smile, his cheeks dusting pink.
“right well uhm, the ice cream”
“oh shoot yeah— what uh” he paused to clear his throat “what flavor where you thinking of, petal?” and his sweet flirty persona was back on, as if the thought of having a face full of your pussy wasn’t replaying on his head over and over again.
“i don’t know” you groaned, almost embarrassed at your sudden indecisiveness.
“you can come in you know? take a look at the flavors and see which one catches your attention more” he offered, sparing you a small smile.
“won’t you get in trouble for that?” you cocked your head to the side. “i don’t mind” he shrugged, the corners of his lips still quirked up as he opened up the back door for you; already holding both of his hands out to help you climb in.
what a gentleman, you thought.
“there we go, honey. take your time.” spoke james as he patted your waist twice, sending a buzz of excitement all throughout your body that almost made you shudder on the spot.
the variety of flavours seemed so appetizing you started wishing you would’ve brought your whole wallet to buy all of them at once, but a peach flavoured ice cream would do.
as you went to give james the money he only chuckled and said “you know i wouldn’t charge a pretty little thing like you, your presence is enough” before handing you the sweet and throwing you a wink as he rested his back on the frame of the window.
the way his muscles flexed as he crossed them over his chest had you questioning whether you should’ve asked for his cock instead of a fucking popsicle—
and god… that damn shirt had your core clenching around air as your mind wandered about him fucking you in every position possible, he just looked so elegantly inviting.
“you done staring, sweetheart?”
shit. you didn’t even realize.
“oh my god, i am so sorry, i should probably leave” you nervously laughed, heading towards the back doors, only to have a large hand around your abdomen stop you.
holy fuck. james potter’s body was pressed against yours and you almost let out a moan as his breath fanned over the side of your petrified face.
“you can’t just leave me all alone in here, sweetie” his hand traveled lower down your mid drift. by now, your stupid peach flavored popsicle was long gone somewhere on the floor, melting. almost as much as you were against james’ hefty chest.
you swallowed thickly, blinking a few times to collect yourself as you turned your head to the side, it was hot breath against hot breath now; if only one of you made the first move—
“oh fuck this” he growled, disconnecting his palm from your pelvis and instead linking it with your jaw to have more access against your lightly chapped lips.
the lip-lock was vulgar and enticing since the start, both of you feeling the luscious sparks that it sent to your sex.
“i’ve been way too fucking patient” you heard him mumble as he took your lower lip in between his teeth, coaxing a whine as you felt your core drip with arousal. “bet you think about me when that pretty cunt is begging for relief, huh?”
“yes jamie, i do. i fucking do” you heaved, impassionedly grinding your bum against his bulging crotch. “i’m gonna fuck you nice and long today, baby. until all you can do is beg for more”
his words went straight to your sopping cunt as he waddled you forward, his mouth still on yours, to the window.
his lips detached from yours. “there we go baby, stay nice and loud for me, yeah? want the whole fucking neighbourhood to know who’s stuffing you full.”
your fingers gripped the edge of the window tightly as james nipped at your neck, his left hand bunching up your dress while the right one’s simultaneously prodded at your swollen button. “you came all bare for me, honey? bet you wanted me to fuck you good once and for all” he groaned, not giving you a warning as he slipped two fingers at once, leaving you a gasping mess as your knuckles turned white from holding on to the frame of the aperture you were leaned on.
“james!” you cried out quietly, rocking your hips back onto his fingers as the ones from his free hand made a path to your throat, lightly squeezing the sides.
his digits made wonders to your contracting insides, juices already making a sticky mess on your thighs as he curled them upwards, caressing your g-spot in a mouth-watering manner; the pad of his thumb made way to your clit, soothing it in tight figure eights as your legs shook, pulling small wails after wails from you.
feeling the thrill of the enticing orgasm building up, you brought one of your hands back to tangle itself on the male’s dark curls, only to have him tut at you as he removed his drenched fingers.
“wha— no! please!” you shamelessly begged, not giving a shit about anything else besides the ache on your heat.
james did nothing besides giving you a wicked grin as he let go of your neck, now focusing on lowering down his trousers— which quickly had you shutting up as you stared in fascination.
he was definitely the biggest you have had so far. a nice length with a thickness that would make a barbarous stretch feel so fucking delirious.
“i’m not sure if i can fit in that tiny hole of yours, precious. maybe i should just leave you like this” he fake pouted, a hint of amusement lacing his features as your bottom lip trembled at the thought of not having him inside you in the next fifteen seconds or so. “no! it’ll fit! make it fit” you mewled, rubbing your pooling cunt against his grith.
“so impatient” he chuckled, stabilizing your hips with his hands before forcing himself into you in one single unforgiving push, making you let out a small scream as your eyes shut tight.
james gave you a few moments for you to get comfortable before you rocked your hips backwards into his as a sign of consent. his hand travelled upwards to grope at your breasts as he thrusted deeply.
“my god, you feel like absolute heaven” he grunted, and even though you couldn’t hear him, the strain in his voice gave away that he was probably with his head thrown back, abs clenching and biceps flexed as his chest heaved, a sight for sore eyes truly.
your mouth stayed agape as his tip kissed your g-spot. your vision clouded with small black stars that had you genuinely question whether they were really painted in your house or not.
james started with a brutal speed since the start, the smacking of your skin against his was filthy and loud, you could only hope mr. benson wouldn’t go for a walk today.
the van rocked and lightly squeaked with every thrust of james’ and you tried your best to contain every loud moan and cry that might alarm the whole block. james had other plans though. “say my name baby, don’t hold back, i want to have your pretty moans fucking memorized”
you complied, throwing your last fucks out of the window and chanting his name like a prayer as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, his strong arms moving to hold you up by the bending of your elbows, causing your spine to arch in a perfect C as james continuously grunted in your ear.
“you’re gonna be absolutely cockdrunk after i’m done with you, honey” he groaned, speeding up the push of his hips and biting down on your shoulder as he brought you both closer to the edge.
“james! i’m gonna cum so hard, don’t stop please, don’t fucking stop” you sobbed, moaning uncontrollably as the coil in your stomach unravelled without any form of forewarning.
“there we go, cream my cock so nicely baby” whispered james, still fucking your quivering pussy through the orgasm with an aggressive pace. “oh fuck, this tight cunt is gonna milk me dry, yeah?”
you could only answer him with a whimper as your legs almost gave out on you if it wasn’t for him holding you up, a few more sloppy thrusts and he was spraying your fluttering walls with his cum, whines escaping his lips.
a breathy moan passed through your mouth as he pulled out, his load slowly flowing out of your puffy folds.
“you look so hot when you’re stuffed full of my cum, sweetheart.” rasped james, peppering your cheeks with soft kisses.
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Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?
“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.
He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.
She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.
Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.
“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.
“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.
But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.
“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”
Jason stopped his kissing.
“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.
But she didn’t really care.
Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.
Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.
“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.
“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.
“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”
“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.
“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”
Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”
Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.
No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.
“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.
Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.
Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.
“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.
Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.
But how could he not?
The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.
Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.
“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”
“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.
Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.
But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.
Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.
“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.
Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”
But she opened her mouth to give another warning.
“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”
Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.
“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.
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Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.
Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.
“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.
Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.
“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.
She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.
“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.
That’s when it clicked.
Y/N had a hickey on her neck.
“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.
Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.
“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.
To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”
It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.
“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.
But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.
When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.
Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.
After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.
She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.
“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.
“Who cares?”
Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.
“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”
“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.
Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”
“Obviously.”
“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”
“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”
“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”
Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.
She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.
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Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.
“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.
“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”
“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.
Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.
Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.
“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”
“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.
“Thank you.”
“Arrives in 30 minutes.”
She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.
“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.
She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.
“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”
“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.
Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.
For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.
“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.
It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.
“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.
“Jason…” she warned.
But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.
Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.
Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.
Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”
Jason smirked. “And Damian.”
Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.
There stood Batman and Robin.
Tonight was just not her night.
“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.
“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.
“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.
Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”
“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”
“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.
“So…go find him,” Jason replied.
“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.
Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”
Bruce just nodded.
Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.
“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.
Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.
“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.
“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”
Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.
He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.
“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.
“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.
"And be nice to Damian."
"Never."
Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.
“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.
Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.
Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”
Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”
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Promises, promises
Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You believed that promises are meant to be broken but Bucky always proved you wrong. Until one day, he proved you right.
Word Count: 6,555 (oops I got carried away lol)
Warnings: Angst, a tiny bit of self-doubt but with a happy ending!!!
A/N: Some tags aren’t working, damn u tumblr! Anyway enjoy the angst and the shitty writing lmfao. Also kinda want to do ficlets for these two??? Like short fics about the happenings in their relationship, their first date, how they dealt with the break up idk, lemme know if anyone’s interested in that xoxo
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It's been four and a half years since Bucky broke up with you and honestly, you're fine now. Fine, as in you've moved on from him and that you haven't been stalking his Instagram account anymore or have been asking Steve how he's doing since the break up. You're fine now, really.
There was not an ounce of denial left in your body after almost two years of pining and self-blame. But that doesn't mean you've forgotten the pain he caused you when he woke up one day and realized that he didn't need you anymore.
Forgive and forget they often told you and you badly wanted to do so. But it wasn't that easy to do, not when you still feel the pain as if it only happened yesterday.
"What did you say?" your forehead creased as you walked around the kitchen counter, quickly approaching Bucky who had his back to you as he stood in the living room of your shared apartment.
You weren't sure if you heard him right, or if he actually said anything. Perhaps you were just hearing things? Just this morning he woke up and greeted you with his charming smile before pressing a soft peck on your lips. You had cooked breakfast together, laughed together and even talked about what to have for dinner.
Sure, something about his demeanor earlier was a bit off, but you assumed it had something to do about his work and not because he wanted to break up with you.
Right?
"Bucky, what did you say?" you pressed when Bucky remained quiet; he didn't even turn around to face you.
He heaved out a deep sigh, "I said I need space." he murmured.
"What do you mean, Buck?" you asked again, voice small and shaky as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.
Of course you knew what exactly Bucky meant by that, but you didn't want to believe it. You were hopeful that maybe this was one of those petty fights you used to have, one where Bucky would spend the night over at Steve's. He'll come around the next day, he always does that. You always woke up to him whispering apologies to your ear and you would say your sorry too.
Bucky rubbed his face with his hand before finally turning to you, "I can't do this anymore." he said, shaking his head before averting his gaze to the floor.
He must have seen the look in your eyes when he faced you. As much as you believed that you were pretty good at hiding your emotions, it never worked on Bucky. He was the only person who could always read you; you could never hide from him.
"Bucky, I don't understand." you let out a nervous chuckle as you hugged yourself, biting your lower lip to prevent them from quivering as you held back the urge to cry.
Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, "I just...you've been too...fuck, I don't know how to say this without hurting you. I really don't want to." he admitted dejectedly, looking up at you.
You scoffed, "Just fucking say it, Bucky. I'm already hurt just by having this conversation." you told him.
"You're too good for me. Way too good."
Bucky’s words echoed in your mind again as you laid your eyes on him, four and a half years after your break-up. And just like that, you were back to square one.
You did your best to avoid him after he left, you felt like Bucky too tried to do the same. It was harder than you thought, given that you belonged to the same circle of friends. There were missed birthday parties, anniversaries and get togethers. If you knew Bucky was going to be there, you’d bail. Thank god you had a bunch of understanding friends who never took your absences against you.
But an engagement party between two of your friends? Now that was something you wouldn’t want to miss out on.
You’ve been really happy for quite a while now, to the point that it never crossed your mind that Bucky would surely be attending as well. He had been out of your system since the day you decided to move past him, which is why you thought that you were finally a-okay.
Tonight proved you wrong because as you watched Bucky smile and greet your friends, you realized that you still wanted to punch him and hurt him and tell him that you were still in lo—
“Hi.”
You were too focused on daydreaming about how you wanted to hurt Bucky that you failed to notice that he made his way to you and was now waiting for you to greet him back.
Bucky was smiling at you the same way he did on the night you first met at a college house party. You and Bucky have been together for that long.
“Hi.”
The music was too loud that you missed out on the stranger’s greeting, if not for his shadow looming over your hunched figure as you sat on the staircase, you would’ve completely ignored him.
The guy was looking down at you with a charming smile that made your cheeks turn pink. He was tall and slightly muscular, something you noticed right off the bat all thanks to the tight red henley he was sporting. The guy had long hair too, but it was tied back into a low man bun that was messy enough to leave tendrils of stray hair to frame his handsome face.
“Hi.” He repeated with a chuckle, a hint of amusement laced in his tone as he bit his lip at the sight of you just staring up at him.
“Hi?” You stammered awkwardly.
He laughed, “Um, can I pass through or is there some sort of password required?”
You realized that you had been blocking his way, everyone’s way actually. Quickly, you apologized and stood up to leave your spot only for the guy to block your way before you could even hop off of the last step of the staircase.
Thinking that you must have confused him and the direction you intended to go, you murmured a soft apology again before sidestepping him but to no avail. You looked up at him with a frown when you noticed that he was intentionally blocking your way.
It didn’t help that he was way taller than you. Despite the one being on the last step of the staircase, the guy still loomed over you.
“Excuse me?” You snapped and tried to move past him but he was way bigger than you and managed to stop you from passing through.
He had a cheeky smile on as he watched your futile attempt to squeeze your way out of his large body. You huffed out when he held onto the rail while his other hand on the wall, completely trapping you on the staircase.
“What’s the password?” He asked, still grinning at you.
You deadpanned, “Are you kidding me?”
He shook his head, “Nope.”
You stared at him blankly before glancing at his hands, observing whether you had a chance at prying them away from where they held on. It was then that you noticed how his left hand was covered in tattoos. The sleeve of his henley rode up quite a bit to reveal that his tattoos reached his wrist, he probably had his entire left arm sleeved with ink.
“Can I please pass?” You huffed out when you concluded that there was no way you would be able to escape him.
“Like I said, I need a password.” He insisted.
“Penis.” You stated, face free from any sort of expression.
The guy choked on his laughter, “Why would you honestly think that?” He asked incredulously.
You shrugged, “I thought you guys liked dick jokes.” You reasoned out.
The guy laughed as he shook his head, “Well, you’re not wrong.”
“It’s not the password?” You asked. “Don’t I get a hint or something, I really don’t have time for games right now. I have to go back to my dorm. I have a test tomorrow.” You told the guy.
“I can’t believe you’re thinking about a test. What’s your major anyway?” He asked.
You groaned, “Like I said, I don’t have time for games or even for a conversation. Come on, just let me pass through!”
The guy hummed as he stared at you, as if he was thinking of something. You wanted to look away but he had beautiful ocean blue eyes that you found yourself slowly getting lost in.
“I’ll give you hints.” He announced. “Two hints actually, because I’m feeling generous.”
“Okay, then. Just spit it out!” You rushed.
The guy grinned.
“The password is made up of your name followed by your number.”
“Hi.”
You blinked when Bucky repeated his greeting. When you regained your senses, you cleared your throat and simply nodded at him as acknowledgment. You saw how Bucky’s smile faltered seconds before you looked away and pretended to look for someone.
“I can’t believe you just brushed me off.” He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair.
Bucky had cut off his hair right after graduation. He sported a clean cut since then but now he had longer locks; not as long as his college hair though. It just looked fluffier, you fought the urge to imagine how it’d feel through your fingers.
“I can’t believe you just expected me to greet you as if nothing happened.” You told him, letting your eyes wander around the place.
Bucky exhaled heavily and shook his head, “I thought we’d be okay by now.” He admitted. “Guess I was wrong.”
You clicked your tongue in irritation, snapping your head into his direction after avoiding his gaze earlier. “I am okay, but that doesn’t mean I am okay with being around you.” You hissed.
“I honestly thought we’d still be friends, you know. Civil at least.”
What has gotten into Bucky’s mind for him to expect a lovely reunion between the both of you? Things didn’t end well, he just left. He was too ambitious to even think that you’d greet him with rainbows and butterflies.
“We’re not friends, Bucky. Not even acquaintances.” You told him.
Bucky opened his mouth to say something until someone tapped on the mic, announcing that the newly engaged couple, Wanda and Vis, had something to say to their guests. By the time he looked back at you, you had already walked away and joined Nat at their table.
It reminded Bucky of the days when he used to watch your back retreat into your dorm whenever he walked you home.
“So, you gonna tell me the password or what?”
You felt all your blood rush to your head and you’ve never been thankful for existence of strobe lights. You were probably red as a tomato. Who wouldn’t be anyway? This handsome dude just asked for your name and number!
“Is this a joke?” You managed to asked and thanked the heavens that you didn’t stutter.
The guy shook his head, “I don’t really joke around.” He shrugged.
“Why do you even want to know my name and number?” you curiously asked.
Bucky shrugged, “Been watching you since you arrived.”
“Creeper.” you accused.
“Hard not to when you’re the only grumpy person in a party. I know your friends dragged you here, I mean you said you have a test tomorrow and you don’t seem the type to party a day before. Besides, you’ve been keeping to yourself the entire time. Figured you might want some company, one with substance.” he boastfully wiggled his eyebrows at you.
His confidence appalled you but you were also surprised at how he seemed to have read your mind. Or personality, in general.
“Hey, Bucky!”
You watched the guy turn his head towards front door where a blonde guy— Steve from the student council, you recognized— entered. You thought it’d give you a chance to slip away but the guy, well Bucky, kept his hands in place.
“Kinda busy right now, pal. I’ll catch up with you later.” He said.
Steve’s gaze moved past Bucky until they landed on you. He chuckled as he shook his head at his friend’s antics. Steve walked away but not without acknowledging you.
“He may not seem like it, but Bucky’s a good guy. You can take my word for it.”
Bucky turned to you and lifted an eyebrow, “I mean, coming from a student council member, that’s a pretty credible source.” He said confidently.
You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. You had to admit, Bucky had a way with words and actions. His boyish charm was working on you and you hated how easily you were falling for it. And you just met the guy like ten minutes ago!
“So, what’s the password?” Bucky asked again.
You tapped your foot as you crossed your arms over your chest, “You promise to let me go if I tell you?”
Bucky made a face, “I don’t think that’s the right term because you can expect more of me once you give me the password. But I’ll definitely step aside. That’s a promise.” He reassured.
“Promises are meant to be broken.” You stated.
“Yeah, well watch me prove you wrong. Password? Pretty please?” He asked cutely and fuck, Bucky was really winning you over just like that.
Letting out a defeated sigh, you tell him your name and number. Just as he promised, Bucky stepped aside and quickly fished out his phone to type in your number. You honestly didn’t expect for him to remember it after hearing it once, but you peeked and he actually did. Impressive.
“Like I promised, off you go to study.” He said and motioned his arm towards the front door.
You sighed and offered a small smile before finally walking past him. You were about to open the front door when Bucky beat you to it.
“I told you ‘let go’ is the wrong term ‘cause I’m walking you home tonight.” Bucky said. “And tomorrow night too. And the next night and the next next night. Or afternoon. Morning? Whatever time your classes finish.”
Bucky really proved you wrong that night because he did walk you home the next night and the next next night too. It went on until he no longer had to watch you enter your dorm or apartment because eventually, the two of you ended up going to the same home.
It’s very ironic really, that it was also Bucky who failed to prove you wrong when he broke his promise not to hurt you, ever. You wondered whether it was your fault that you actually believed in him. It was hard not to though, because Bucky’s earned your trust from all the promises he made and kept.
Which is why it was even more painful when one day, he decided to break the one promise you truly held on to.
“I’ll always love you, you know that right?”
Bucky blurted it out randomly that his statement confused the hell out of you. The two of you were just playing a video game when he said it, making you hit pause.
“And where did that come from?” You asked with amusement.
Bucky frowned, “You could’ve reacted differently. I was hoping for a high-pitched ‘awwww!’ and this is what I get?” He teased, taking your chin in between his index finger and thumb to pull you close so he could bite your nose playfully.
“You said it out of the blue!” You told him with a laugh. “But it made me happy though.” You admitted and kissed his cheek.
“Yeah, well it’s true. I mean, this thing we got? It’s forever.” Bucky said and lovingly smiled at you.
You pretended to gag at his words but it was obvious that you felt like you were on cloud nine when Bucky said that. “Cheeseballs!” You teased.
“This cheeseball’s gonna put a ring on that finger one day. That’s a promise!”
A finger snapped right in front of your face, “You good?” Nat asked.
You nodded and tried your hardest not to look at Bucky. He was seated with Steve, Sam and some other guys at the table next to yours. You could feel him staring at you and it was making you anxious. Nat and Sharon exchanged looks before letting out a sigh in unison.
“Come on, I’m fine. Stop looking at me like that!” You told them with a forced chuckle.
“What did Bucky say?” Sharon asked. She’d seen Bucky approach you upon his arrival, saw the expressions you both had as you talked and knew immediately that it didn’t go well.
Nat hummed before taking a quick sip from her glass of wine, “We’ve been watching and we’re curious.”
“He was expecting for us to be friends.” You simply stated.
Nat and Sharon groaned and rolled their eyes, “What a dick.” Nat said.
“Men really do have the audacity.” Sharon laughed and shook her head.
You joined her laughter and lifted up your own glass of wine, “I’ll drink to that.” You said before finishing your drink in one go.
One glass of wine turned into two and then three and then four. Six drinks later and you were buzzed and unstoppable. You weren’t that drunk, you were good at handling alcohol but you were tipsy for sure. The formalities of the engagement party were finally done and the guests were left to mingle around.
Wanda and Vis immediately went to your table to catch up and after giving them your heartfelt congratulations (and apologies for missing out on plenty of events), you decided to step out of the venue to get some fresh air.
The silence allowed you to process your thoughts, the same thoughts you had repressed for years. You were happy for Wanda and Vis, truly. The two have been the epitome of soulmates and it was only right for them to end up tying the knot. But you also couldn’t help but wonder, would you and Bucky end up in marriage too had he decided to stay and work things out with you?
You lift up your left hand and stared at your bare ring finger. Just a few years ago, you’d been wearing a simple gold band studded with tiny diamonds around it— a promise ring. Bucky had given it as a gift on your 6th anniversary. You’d gotten together when you were just 19 and Bucky 21. People always doubted that your relationship with him wouldn’t last long given that the two of you were so different. Not to mention, Bucky had a reputation. Girls fawned over him; he was tall and handsome, had a rugged appeal to him thanks to his long hair and tattooed left arm. He drove a damn motorcycle that got him into trouble plenty of times.
You were Miss Goody Two Shoes who played it safe and Bucky was the Big Bad Wolf who liked taking risks.
It was a surprise when your relationship with him kept on progressing and the next thing you knew, the both of you have been together for a total of eight long years. It would’ve reached nine but shit happened and Bucky decided that those eight years didn’t matter to him anymore.
“Can we talk?”
If Bucky asked you that a couple of years ago, you would’ve probably punched him in the face and kneed him at the crotch before running away. Well, you still wanted to do so but a part of you wanted to talk things out. Get a proper closure maybe since Bucky failed to give you a detailed explanation that would help you understand why he chose to leave you.
Nat told you once that some things are better left unsaid. You spent years secretly pining for Bucky after the break up, spent nights questioning yourself where you lacked that made him leave you. You’d asked Steve about Bucky whether he met someone knew or how he was dealing with the break up; it did you more damage than good until you finally gave up and decided to actually move on.
But now that Bucky was here and there was no way to avoid him, maybe you deserved this confrontation after all.
“What do you want to talk about?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the pavement right in front of you.
You felt Bucky stand beside you, placing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans before turning to you, “About us.”
You snickered, “Us? What about us? What is there to talk about us?” You asked, turning your head to face him.
Bucky’s eyes have always been your favorite feature of his. They were very expressive and if Bucky could see through you every damn time, it was his eyes that you could always read. They were still blue but they held a certain emotion in them as he gazed at you.
Sadness and...regret?
Before your assumptions could get the best of you, you turned away and waited for Bucky to speak again.
“I can’t keep on avoiding you.” He said. “I’ve been doing so for the past few years and it kills me.” He admitted.
“And you think I want to keep doing this too? I’ve missed out on so many occasions because I just couldn’t be around you. You’re not the only one struggling.” You said.
Bucky shrugged, “Then let’s stop avoiding each other.”
The way he suggested it almost offended you; he was so nonchalant about it as if it was so easy to just let him waltz back into your life. Truth was, you dreamt of the day that he’d come crawling back to you. But you knew better than to let your walls down just because you miss him.
“When Steve told me that you seemed to be doing well, I really thought it meant that we can become friendly with each other, y’now. I mean, eight years. Those years meant so much to me, we’ve been through a lot and—“
“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Barnes?!” You bitterly chuckled.
“If those eight years together really meant a lot to you, you would’ve stayed. You would’ve allowed me to work it out with you! But what, you broke up with me because you thought I was too good for you? That you felt suffocated just because I was looking out for you?”
You didn’t mean to snap at Bucky like that, in your mind you thought you would be able to have a calm conversation with him. But with the alcohol running through your body, you couldn’t stop yourself from expressing yourself and and feeling the same way you did on that specific night.
“Too good? How am I too good for you, Buck?” You asked, immediately wiping off the tears that escaped your eyes.
“You have everything planned out! For yourself, for us. And it makes me feel fucking useless! I see you work your way up at your job and I’m still figuring out what the hell I want to do with my life!” He exclaimed.
You shook your head, “I didn’t know you felt that way.” You whispered. “If you told me this then I could’ve done something about it, Buck! Rather than let it get this far, I would’ve fixed it.” You told him and tried to reach out but Bucky took a step back.
“That too! You’re a fixer! You always end up fixing things. This relationship has become an endless cycle of me fucking up things and you picking up the pieces. And every single time you clean my mess, I feel like you’re hoping I’d be like the others. It’s like you’re trying to make me into a person I’m not just so I could fit this, this certain mold you had in mind!” He accused you.
You wiped again your tears and refused to believe him, “That’s not true, Bucky! I’ve always loved you for who you are, I never asked you to change for me!”
“Yes, you do! You never said it but I always felt it...when Steve got promoted and when Sam finally launched his business. You always wanted me to be like them, you never said it out loud but that’s what you made me feel whenever we talk about my job...or lack thereof.” He chuckled bitterly.
Bucky may not be traditional in the sense that he considered himself an artist. He never liked the idea of settling for a nine to five desk job so he took on a job as a tattoo artist. It wasn’t a permanent job and he didn’t have clients demanding for him all the time so it gave him time to work for a motorcycle shop too.
It was never a problem for you but practically speaking, your and Bucky’s joint savings wouldn’t be enough for the future that the both of you have planned out.
“I’ve been supportive of you! I never asked you to give up on those jobs, Bucky.” You defended yourself.
Bucky nodded his head, “You don’t know it but you do. That’s how I felt whenever you suggested that I try something else.”
“It’s because I know you can do so much more! Stay at the tattoo parlor and mechanic shop, then fine! But don’t settle because you have the potential to make it out there, that’s what I want you to know! I don’t understand why you’re limiting yourself, Buck. Why you’re suddenly so afraid.”
You carefully took a step closer to Bucky and thank god he let you this time. You swallowed the lump in your throat and reached out to cup his face in your hand. Bucky was livid, his chest rising heavily with every breath he took.
“You were the one who taught me to be brave, to take risks. I used to be so afraid, remember? Afraid to ride your motorcycle, to try out that job I thought I couldn’t handle. I was so scared to commit,” you chuckled, remembering how much you hesitated to give Bucky a chance when he asked you to be officially his girlfriend.
“...but you’ve always been there for me. And I want to do the same with you. I know that it seems scary to let go of what you believe is your calling. You don’t have to let go of it, Buck. But you gotta try something new too.” You said as you let your thumb caress the skin beneath his eyes.
There was silence between the two of you. Bucky had calmed down and you thought that it was over. Little did you know that it was simply the calm before the storm. Because the words that came out of Bucky’s mouth were the words you didn’t expect to hear.
“Well, this is me trying something new.”
Bucky refused to meet your gaze and simply let your hand move away from his face. You shook your head no as you turned around to compose yourself.
“We were fine this morning, Buck. What happened?” You asked and embraced yourself, seeking comfort you knew you’d only get if Bucky changed his mind.
“I thought we were fine too. But the tattoo parlor is closing in a month and we haven’t been getting plenty of clients at the motorcycle shop. And it just hit me y’now, I dread coming home to you because I know you’d be disappointed and that again, you’d offer to fix my shit and the thing is, I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to fix my shit or tell me how to deal with my problems! I woke up and realized that I just don’t...” Bucky paused when you swiftly turned around with a frown, eyes brimming with a fresh new wave of tears.
“Don’t say it, Bucky. I’ll be better, I promise! I won’t nag you or pressure you into anything. Just please, don’t say it. Please don’t. We can still work this out.” You begged Bucky.
You weren’t sure you could take it, what he wanted to say. You already knew what he was going to tell you, you didn’t want to hear it. Let other people say it but god, it’d break you if you heard it from him.
“I’m sorry but I don’t need you anymore.”
The stabbing pain in your heart felt so familiar, the kind that punched all the air out of your lungs. You thought you were done crying over Bucky, but you were so wrong.
“I fucked up.” Bucky huffed out, bowing his head as if ashamed.
“You realized that just now?” You snickered. “Do you know how long it took for me to get over you? To forget the pain from hearing you tell me that you don’t need me anymore? After eight years together, Buck. You were my first everything and you gave up on us. And you really expected us to be friends, just like that?!” You spat.
“I’m sorry!” Bucky exclaimed, lifting his head to look up at you and you were surprised that his eyes were glazed with tears.
“I was wrong, I was so fucking wrong. Because you were right, I shouldn’t have settled then. But god I was an idiot, an insecure idiot.” He admitted.
“I was so used to being the one who guided you that it fucking hurt my ego when I noticed that you were becoming your own person outside of our relationship. I was supposed to be the one supporting you, pushing you to be better. You ended being the one leading me. I let my ego get the best of me and thought I’d be better off without you. But it was the biggest mistake of my life because when I left, I felt even more lost.” Bucky explained.
You were left speechless, you weren’t sure why Bucky was telling you all this. Did he want you back or was he simply apologizing? You didn’t have words so you remained quiet and waited to see whether Bucky had more to say.
“I’m so sorry, I really am. I hurt you. I should’ve stayed, should’ve worked with you to fix our relationship. I hate what we’ve become, I sincerely wanted us to be civil with each other at least.” He said.
“Bucky, you’ve been saying the same thing over and over again. I’m not sure you understand the situation. I can’t be friends with you. Not after what happened. I thought I was fine but now I realized that I’ve never really moved on from the pain you caused me.” You told him and sniffed, looking back to check whether your friends could see you.
Thankfully, all the guests were still busy mingling with each other. It’s as if the universe meant for this confrontation to happen. But now you weren’t sure what to do after you finally got a clear explanation from Bucky.
“I wanted a fresh start with you.” Bucky said. “Thought that it would make it easier for me to win you over if we were friends again.”
You scoffed in disbelief, “It’s not that easy, Buck. I can’t just let you walk back into my life after your apology. It doesn’t work that way.”
You tried to move past him but he immediately blocked your way, “When I said I’ll always love you, I meant it. I still do. I want to make things right, please. Give me one last chance to fix this.”
Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, maybe it was Bucky’s words and how sincere he sounded that made your head spin. Your heart was racing and your palms turned cold. You wanted him back too, so bad but you weren’t sure if it was a good idea. He broke your heart and your trust, you weren’t sure if you’d survive if he left you again.
“I can’t continue this conversation, Bucky. I have to go.” You told him and made your way towards the door to the venue.
However, Bucky was quick to stand in front of the door. He had a determined look on his face, one that looked extremely familiar. You were still hurt but couldn’t deny the fact that you too, still love him.
Even after everything that had happened, Bucky still owned your heart.
“Bucky, can you please move? I want to go home.” You said and tried to reach for the door knob but Bucky moved and leaned against the door.
“You need a password to get through.”
You rolled your eyes, “We’re way too old for this, Bucky. I’m not playing with you.”
He shook his head, “I’m not playing either. Give me the password or else we’d be here the entire night.”
You huffed out, “This isn’t funny. Let me through.”
Bucky shrugged, “No can do. Like I said, I can do this all night.”
You deadpanned, “What’s the hint?” You asked with a defeated sigh, knowing well enough that there was no way you could walk past him without playing along with his stupid little game.
“Consists of three words.” Bucky said.
“Penis boobs vagina.”
Bucky cackled, “And I thought you said we’re too old for this.”
You groaned, “I’m serious, Bucky. Just let me go.”
“No. I made that mistake once and I’m not doing that again. I love you. And I promise that this time, it’ll be different. I know you still love me too, so again I am asking you to take a risk and say it.”
Bucky said it with conviction and you hated how it made your stomach flip. Up until this day, Bucky had a way to make you fold. And he could still read you.
“I’m not saying it, Bucky. How sure are you that I still feel the same anyway?” you asked.
Bucky tipped his head towards your neck, “Not sure if you just forgot but you’re wearing the promise ring as a necklace.”
Fuck. Of course, you’d forgotten about it. You may not have been wearing it on your finger, but you still continued to wear it. It meant a lot to you even after the break up, so much so that you couldn’t simply throw it away or remove it. You figured that it might be better to keep it around your neck. Out of sight, out of mind but still there. You wanted it to exist, it was a part of you.
“Say it and I promise that you won’t regret it.” Bucky insisted.
“Promises are meant to be broken. You proved that the night you broke up with me.” Your voice quivered when you said that.
“And I want to make it up for it for the rest of my life.” He reassured.
“History repeats itself. I don’t think I can deal with it again if you realized the second time around that you don’t need me. Buck, you really hurt me.” You said, voice cracking before you could even finish your sentence.
Bucky quickly took your face in between his hands and for some reason, it felt right. The warmth of his palm, the love in his eyes as he gazed at you, it felt like home.
“I know and I hate myself for it. So fucking much. But I promise you, it wouldn’t happen again. I fixed my life when you left, realized that you were right. I’m better now. So let me be the fixer this time, let me be the one to fix this mess, to pick up the pieces. Because I’m just as afraid to let you go again. I can’t do that again. I love you and I need you. I always did.”
The kiss he pressed on your forehead caused your walls to crumble down. All of a sudden you were sobbing into his arms and apologizing.
“I didn’t mean to pressure you then, Buck. I didn’t know, I’m sorry too.” You cried.
“Shh, no. Please don’t apologize.” Bucky coaxed as he pulled back to kiss your tears away. “None of this was your fault, baby. It’s all on me. Let me make it up to you, please?”
The term of endearment made your heart flutter and as much as you hated how Bucky easily won you over, again, the love you have for him was quick to outweigh it. You knew you shouldn’t have given in to him just like that, but this was Bucky. He was your greatest love, someone who owned your heart even after he left.
“I miss you, baby. Couldn’t fathom the thought of you being with someone else.” Bucky admitted as he hugged you tightly.
“I was so stupid, so fucking stupid. I hated myself for hurting you. I won’t do it again, I swear.”
His hand rubbed circles against your back, helping you calm down after your breakdown. He swayed you from side to side, pressed kisses on your crown and whispered promises that he was sure he was going to keep and you basked in it. When you finally calmed down, you pressed your face into Bucky’s neck and inhaled his scent.
He smelled the same, like comfort and love and trust. You hugged him tighter and smiled into his skin and mumbled, “I love you.”
Bucky chuckled, “You got the password right but I don’t think I’m letting you go just yet.”
“Nat and Sharon’s gonna kick our asses if they find out.” You chuckled.
He pulled back and stared at you lovingly, “I’ll take the hit for you.” he laughed.
“I’m sorry.” he mumbled again, caressing your cheek with his thumb.
“Forgiven.” You told him and stood on your tiptoes until Bucky bent down to meet your lips in a kiss.
You sighed into the kiss. Four and a half years of pain and anger all gone and replaced with the love you always had for Bucky. His lips against yours made you dizzy but in a good way.
It felt right, like this was how things were really supposed to be.
You pulled back and sighed, “As much as I want to stay like this, I’m really tired.”
Bucky let you go but took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I’m driving you home tonight.” He said.
You smiled.
“And the next night. And the next next night.”
Yet again, Bucky proved himself to be worthy of another chance. Because he drove you home the next night, and the next next night. It went on until he regained your trust back and all was well enough for him to finally reveal the black velvet box that he had been keeping in his pocket since the night of your eventful reunion.
“You need a password to see what’s inside.” Bucky grinned up at you as he bent down on one knee.
You chuckled through your years, “Any hint?”
“One word, three letters.”
You wiped away your tears with a smile followed by a subtle nod.
“Yes.”
Bucky kept his promise all along, he really did put a ring on your finger. Took quite a while with plenty of obstacles that caused its delay, but a promise fulfilled nonetheless.
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It Was Always You ~ Chapter Two
Pairing: Brother’s Best Friend!Bucky x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: Mild language
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Bucky stayed true to his word and was at your parent’s house the following afternoon. Laying in your bed, you could hear his voice carry up the stairs. As usual, he was being extra charming to your mom. Why did this have to happen to you? Why couldn’t Steve have picked someone else to be his best man? Like Bruce. You wouldn’t have minded spending time with him. He would’ve just played on his phone the whole time. It would have made for poor conversation, but at least you wouldn’t have been miserable. You pulled a pillow over your face and screamed into it. Fucking Steve and his poor taste in best friends.
Once you peeled yourself out of bed and got dressed, you stood in front of your mirror and stared. All of a sudden, you didn’t feel as comfortable in your skin. Your clothes felt too tight, and your hair looked too frizzy. You tugged at your sweater and rubbed your sweaty palms on your jeans when you heard your door creak. In the corner of your mirror, Bucky’s tall figure emerged. He leaned on the door frame, crossing his arms, and you couldn’t help your eyes as they took him in. How can a person make a long sleeve and jeans look so damn good? You quickly removed your eyes and could feel your heart rate pick up. Bucky noticed your longer than necessary stare and smirked.
“You ready to go?”
You looked up to see the mischievous glint in his eyes, and a scowl took its place on your face. You grabbed your purse and marched right by him.
“Let’s get this over with.”
The car ride to the bridal shop was quiet. You did everything in your power to pretend Bucky wasn’t even there. Your body was so angled away from him that you were practically smashed up against the passenger side door. Bucky’s fingers drummed on the steering wheel, and, occasionally, he turned his head to look in your direction, but he never said anything. You were happy when he finally pulled into the parking lot. You got out with a small smile. Maybe he wouldn’t try to talk to you at all.
“So,” he said, causing your smile to fall, “how was the flight from Los Angeles?”
Nothing ever seemed to go your way. You ignored his question, walking into the store and immediately finding an associate. Bucky trailed behind you as you asked about picking up the garments for Peggy. You hoped that he would take the hint that you didn’t want to talk. But once the friendly store associate walked off, he picked up right where he left off.
“Was it busy? I mean, most people avoid coming up here during the colder months.”
You clenched your jaw as you began to aimlessly browse through the dresses on display. Bucky followed you.
“Your mom seems pretty excited that you’re back.”
“I’m not back. I’m visiting.” You snapped, not even making eye contact with him.
“Oh, so you do talk? I wasn’t sure if you had gone mute in the time it took to get from your parent’s house to here.”
You gave him a dirty look.
“You’re not funny.” You said, letting your fingers toy with the sequins on one of the dresses. He chuckled and bent down to whisper in your ear.
“I wasn’t trying to be, doll.”
Your back stiffened, and you did your best to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks. Where the hell was that lady with Peggy’s order?
“So,” Bucky said, taking a seat on one of the store’s leather couches, “how is LA treating you?”
His arms fell across the back of the cushions, causing his shirt sleeves to hug his biceps. God, you wanted to slap him for still making your heart jump in your chest.
“Fine.” You said curtly.
You stood in front of the couch under Bucky’s unwavering stare. Just like the night before, his eyes slowly moved from your boots, up your tight-fitting jeans, over your sweater, and up to your face. You could feel yourself being sucked into the sea of his blue eyes. In an attempt at self-preservation, your arms unconsciously curled around your torso again. Something in Bucky’s eyes flickered at the sight of you holding yourself, and the moment was gone. He cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter on the couch.
“You like California, then?”
You kept your eyes on your shuffling feet, not fully trusting yourself to look at Bucky again.
“Uh, yeah, it’s nice.”
“Hm,” he hummed, “can’t be nicer than here, though.”
You rolled your eyes,
“You’ve never even been to California, Bucky.”
“Maybe not,” he said, standing up, “but I know for a fact that New York is better.”
Bucky lifted his eyebrows, daring you to challenge his statement. You knew you shouldn’t have cared. That he was just trying to get a rise out of you. But the arrogant look on his face had your blood pressure rising. You crossed your arms over your chest and cocked your hip out. He had hooked you.
“Well,” you said, standing a little taller, “I can tell you that you’re definitely wrong.”
Bucky shook his head,
“You’ve been gone so long, you can’t remember everything you used to love about New York.”
He started toward you, and you could feel yourself seizing up again.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, “I haven’t forgotten about anything. California is better.”
He took another step,
“Being in the Golden State really has you convinced of that?”
Another step.
“I bet I can change your mind.”
You knew you should’ve moved away from him. You knew that letting him get that close was a bad idea, but you stood your ground nonetheless.
“I don’t need you to change my mind.”
Bucky took another step toward you.
“Afraid that I’ll be right?”
He was so close you could reach out and touch him if you really wanted to.
“Let me show you what you’ve been missing, Y/N.”
Your breath hitched as you stared into his light blue eyes. You should’ve said no. You should’ve said hell no. But you didn’t. Instead, you took a deep breath and, completely forgetting about your mission to not let Bucky in, said “Okay.”
He held your gaze for a beat more before the sound of the associate’s approaching steps pulled you both apart. A deep blush found its way onto your cheeks. Neither one of you could look her in the eye as she handed over the suits and bride’s maid’s dresses. You said thank you, then followed Bucky out to his car.
The car ride was quiet again. But the air between you two was different. The first signs of weakness in the walls you put up were showing. Just like before, you pressed your body up against the door, afraid that if you let Bucky get that close again, you may completely lose control. When he finally pulled up to your parent’s house, you didn’t move right away.
“So,” he said, breaking the silence, “I’ll meet you here tomorrow?”
Without even looking at him, you nodded. Then before he could speak again, you opened the car door, grabbed the dresses, and hustled up the front walk. When you were safely inside, you leaned against the front door and blew out a large breath. What were you thinking? This was what you were trying to avoid, but you couldn’t help the yearning you had for Bucky. With that thought, you all but ran up the stairs into your room. After hanging the dresses, you threw yourself onto the bed, where you spent the rest of the evening trying to rationalize the terrible decision you had just made.
The next day, you woke up early and decided to wait for Bucky on the front porch. When he pulled up to the curb, you quickly got in and took your place against the door. You could hear a small chuckle escape his lips, but you didn’t care. The passenger side door was your only defense, and you didn’t even think that was going to hold. You were too busy wrestling with your thoughts you didn’t hear the driver’s side door open and close. It wasn’t until you nearly fell out when Bucky opened your door that you realized what was going on. He was trying to suppress a laugh, and you scowled.
“I know you’re comfortable pressed up against the door and all, but we’re not driving.”
You regained your balance and brushed your jeans off.
“Well, where are we going then?”
His playful grin spread across his lips.
“I guess you’ll have to follow me and find out, huh?”
You held your scowl as you watched him start to walk down the sidewalk. Your parent’s house was right there. You didn’t have to follow him. You could’ve just walked back inside and forgotten about the whole bet thing from the day before. But your feet started to move, and before you knew it, you were walking in step with Bucky, your parent’s house, a small dot behind you.
You kept your distance as you walked next to Bucky. Being alone with him was already too much. If you got remotely close to him, all bets would be off, and the walls you had up would come crashing down. Neither of you spoke, the only sound coming from the snow crunching beneath your shoes. You weren’t sure where Bucky was taking you until you rounded a corner and saw the subway entrance straight ahead. Then, all at once, it hit you.
“Are you taking me to Manhattan?” You asked.
His smile was soft.
“Yeah,” he said, “I know how much you used to love going there. At one point, it was your favorite place to be.”
He shrugged,
“I figured we could take the subway like we did when we were kids.”
You stared at him in awe, surprised he even remembered.
“Is that okay?” He asked with raised eyebrows.
You swallowed the surge of emotions down and nodded.
“Yeah, that’s okay,” you said before following him down to the tracks.
As usual, the train was busy, forcing you to stand closer than expected to Bucky. You tried hard to keep your footing and avoid bumping into him, but with each jostle the train made, you could feel yourself losing your balance. Bucky watched you for a moment before finally sliding his arm around your waist to steady you. Shit. Your quickening pulse told you everything you worked hard on preventing was happening. You stiffened but, almost as if on instinct, allowed yourself to relax under his touch. Your face was nearly pressed up against his chest, and the smell of his cologne flooded your senses. A subtle mix of vanilla and sandalwood. This was definitely not going as planned.
When the train screeched to a halt at your stop, you swiftly slid out of his grip and made your way to the exit. The fresh air smacked you in the face as you emerged into the streets of Times Square. Crowds of people pushed past you, completely unaware of your inner turmoil. You looked around at the chaos. Cars were swerving through traffic, and people were yelling at one another. How could this have been your favorite place at one point? Just then, Bucky came up beside you.
“Is it just as magical as you remember?”
You cringed,
“Bucky, if I wanted to deal with rude people in a hurry to go nowhere, I would have gone back to Los Angeles.”
The childlike smile on his face faltered, but he wasn’t giving up. Without another word, he motioned for you to follow him, and you were off. He took you all over Manhattan. He took you to the Toys R Us your parents used to take you and Steve to. Against your will, he paid for you to get on the Ferris Wheel, nearly shoving a couple of six-year-old’s out of the way in the process. He took you to Rockefeller Center to look at the famous Christmas tree that somehow seemed much larger when you were a kid. He even took you to Little Italy to visit an abandoned building where your favorite bakery once was. When you weren’t impressed with any of that, he took you to all your favorite spots in Central Park.
He took you to the Conservatory Garden, where you used to spend hours pretending to be a fairy wholly engrossed in the beautiful array of flowers. He took you to the carousel and paid for you to ride even though several people were looking at you like you were a lunatic. And, just as the sun started to set, he took you to Bethesda Fountain. It wasn’t as busy in the early evening, allowing you to sit where you once threw away wishes on a boy you would never have. You let your fingers trace over the smooth concrete.
“I used to spend a lot of time here,” you said.
“I know. I never understood why you would just sit here for hours.”
You hummed,
“There was a time when I thought this fountain would grant my every wish and give me everything I ever wanted.”
“And what about now?”
You looked up to see Bucky sitting next to you. The way the dipping sun cast shadows on his face made him look eighteen again. You took him in. His hair was a little more disheveled than it was that morning, his jawline beginning to become peppered with stubble. If time had allowed it, you would have stared at him forever. He was beautiful. You were completely taken by him. Without even knowing it, and in a matter of two days, he had somehow pulled you back into his vortex. His eyes searched your face, and you bit your lip.
“Now, I know that wishes don’t come true.”
You could see the sting of your words hit him, but he quickly regained composure and stood up.
“Come on,” he said, “there’s one more place I want to take you.”
You stood without question, knowing you would have gone with Bucky into oblivion simply if it meant you would be with him, and followed him. After another subway ride, you were back in the city staring up at the Empire State Building.
“Really, Bucky? The Empire State Building?”
His grin was back.
“I’m on a mission to change your mind about California. What better way than to show you the city you once loved in all of its glory?”
You let out a breathy laugh but still went inside the building. He paid for the tickets, and before you knew it, you were being hurdled up to the 86th floor. When the doors opened, you felt your breath catch in your throat. As if on autopilot, you let your feet carry you out onto the observation deck. Bucky was right. There it was. The city you once loved in all of its glory. You could see all of Manhattan lit up with the Hudson as the backdrop from that high up. It was like a galaxy just below you with a million tiny stars shining only for your eyes. You leaned into the railing wanting to float away in the sea of lights.
“So, what do you think?” Bucky asked, his breath coming out in a white puff.
You shook your head and turned to him. For the first time since you saw him, you were smiling. And if he could’ve bottled up the look on your face, he would’ve.
“It’s stunning, Bucky.”
“Yeah?”
You turned back to the skyline.
“Yeah.”
Bucky stared at you. He had waited five years to see that glowing grin, and he would do just about anything to see it over and over again.
“I was right then?”
You turned to him and chuckled.
“I never said that.”
“So, you still think California is better than New York?”
You looked up as if in deep thought before nodding.
“Yep.” You said, popping the ‘P’ sound.
He let out a small laugh.
“Damn.” He said.
“What?”
“I guess I’ll just have to take you out again tomorrow then.”
His eyes held a playful gleam, and you felt butterflies rumble in your stomach at the sight of it. You bit your bottom lip and shrugged, feigning innocence.
“Hm, I guess so.”
The two of you stood up there for what felt like hours before you decided it was time to go. You knew if you didn’t make yourself leave, you never would. Bucky expertly led you both back to the subway station, and soon you were on your way back to Brooklyn. The train wasn’t as busy, but you didn’t make an effort to put distance between you and Bucky this time. Instead, you chose to stand next to him, hoping that maybe he would snake his arm around your waist again. And when the train gave a jolt, the familiar warmth of his hand landed on your hip, pulling you a little closer to his chest. Even after you reached your stop, you stayed that way as he guided you to the exit. On the walk back to your parent’s house, you stood a little closer than earlier that morning, hands bumping into each other sending tiny shivers down your spine.
When you reached the house, much as you had expected, Bucky walked you up to the door. He leaned against the door frame, and you felt tingles all over your body under his stare.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Just the thought of seeing him made you giddy.
“I have plans with Peggy and the girls tomorrow morning. After?”
“After sounds perfect.”
You didn’t say anything in return, but you didn’t go inside either, not wanting the night to end. The two of you stood there, holding the other’s gaze, letting the world around you slowly drift away.
“I should get going,” Bucky said quietly, afraid that if he spoke too loudly, the moment would shatter right before his eyes.
“Right.”
He didn’t make a move to leave, though. You could see his eyes flicker down to your lips, and just like that, your heart was racing. For a moment, you thought he was leaning toward you. Your breathing came out in quick bursts, and your eyes began to flutter shut. This was not supposed to be happening right now, but dammit, you wanted it so badly. You wanted to feel his lips on yours, and you wanted to drown in his scent. You knew you should’ve moved away from him, but you couldn’t pull yourself out of his gravitational pull.
The warmth coming from his body told you he was close, and you could feel the puffs of his breath fanning over your face. But, just when the electricity between the two of you began to buzz uncontrollably, the porch light came on, and it was gone. All of a sudden, he felt lightyears away.
“Y/N, honey?” Your mom said behind the door as she fumbled to unlock it, “is that you?”
The lock freed, and then the door swung open.
“I wasn’t sure when- oh!” She saw the crimson blush on your cheeks and the slightly flustered look in Bucky’s eyes as he ran both hands through his already messy hair.
“Did I? I didn’t mean to-I’m just gonna go back to bed.”
Bucky chuckled, but you could have screamed at your mother for embarrassing you and completely ruining the moment.
“Goodnight, Mrs. Rogers.” He said to which your mom gave a curt nod and a sheepish grin before disappearing back into the house. When the door was snuggly shut again, you let out a groan that Bucky smiled at.
“I think that was my cue to go.”
You shut your eyes tight,
“God, I feel like I’m eighteen again.”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
You opened your eyes, and there it was again, his stare searching yours. You bit your bottom lip feeling another blush creep onto your cheeks.
“I don’t know yet.”
Bucky ran his tongue over his teeth and smirked before dropping your gaze. He slowly made his way off the porch.
“I’ll be here to pick you up after your girl’s day.”
You watched him saunter toward his car. When he reached the driver’s side door, he looked up at you.
“Goodnight, Bucky.”
The corners of his lips were still lifted in a crooked grin.
“Goodnight, doll.”
Your heart did a somersault in your chest as you went inside, Bucky not leaving until you were safely behind the closed door. You tip-toed up the stairs, careful not to alert your mother, who was most definitely going to be asking about the porch incident tomorrow. Once you were securely in your room, you grabbed a pillow and squealed into it like a lovesick schoolgirl. Your plans to not let Bucky back in were clearly gone. You gathered your wits enough to take a shower and crawl into bed. Lying there in the dark, staring up at the shadows dancing on the ceiling, you knew. There was absolutely no way you were going to be able to stay away from Bucky. You let out a long breath. It was happening again, and you didn’t want to stop it. You were truly, utterly, wholeheartedly, one hundred percent falling for Bucky again.
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𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 | E.Kirishima x Reader
Pairing: Kirishima/ reader, Bakugo/ reader (mentioned)
Summary: You shouldn't want him and he shouldn't want you, it's sinful and forbidden. But he can't help coming back to you, and you can't do anything but take him in every single time. Until today that is.
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: Aged up characters (twenties), NSFW 18+, plot with some p//rn but it's not very detailed, unprotected sex (please use condoms everyone), cheating, casual penetrative sex, jealousy, the seggz is pretty vanilla though
↪A/N: tennis player Kirishima, tennis player Kirishima, idk how I came up with it but I can't get it out of my head, written for @doinmybesthere 's 3k event collab and based on The Hills by the Weeknd, don't be shy to tell me if you liked it, I almost wrote 4k in a day which is unusual for me
5.30pm [Missed Call: Red]
5.31pm [Missed Calls(2): Red]
The bubbling notifications are spamming your phone, each call, succeeding the other in persistence and length, making your phone crawl onto your coffee table in restless buzzing. To your salvation the device is on silent; you're just unable to bear the overwhelming sound of your ringtone echo through the empty walls of your apartment, to let it bounce between concrete like a slimy ball, only for it to hit you on the face with tremendous force.
It's one of those days that you can't answer Kirishima. Too perplexed in the wields of your mind, blaming yourself for this horrendous situation, delivering raw swears at him for simply existing.
You don't know how it came to this nor when was the exact moment things switched. Was it at the party that you met him? Or the thousandth time you took him in and let him ruin relationship after relationship. Either way it was horrible for not only you, but also him, and all the people that have been caught up in the sidelines of this rotten affair.
You shouldn't want this anymore and truly, you don't. You're tired of being the second choice, of hiding behind your little finger, crying yourself to sleep at night, only to put on a sultry face for every time he comes. Once, twice a month.
[New Messages: Red]
Babe, you there?
Read 5.38pm
[New Messages: Red]
Babe I got practice at 8.
I know you're reading those.
Read 5.39pm
[Red is typing…]
[New Messages: Red]
I'm outside btw
A fresh, tremendously sharp wave of anxiety rushes through you at the little notification -it can't be like this again, not today. The thudder in your chest is unbearable, heart too weak to stomach the weight of your decision, fingers too reluctant to type out your response.
He's probably smirking while staring at his phone, not a single care in his head. It's loathing to your mind as you confirm your speculation, shooting a glance out of your window, landing your eyes on his car.
He shouldn't be here.
His thousands dollar car doesn't belong in your urban street, not in your side of the town. And it's so dangerous that he's doing this to see you. You've played the worst scenarios in your head a thousand times, millions of headlines on sites and the news about this; Eijirou Kirishima, on his way to claiming a fifth Grand Slam, caught in affair with university student.
Atrocious, degrading, exposing. A hit to his career that would bother the media for a couple of weeks and paint your name in mud along the way.
Why can't he just be content with the model that he's with? You're nothing like her, not as pretty and you don't have her body, you don't have her face, but he still says he finds you better, says he knows you better, but he just can't be with you.
[You]
Can't do it today
Sorry
You're good to yourself, only when you deny him and only when you feel the satisfaction of being the one to do so. It's pointless to sulk over saying no. He can go fuck other girls, play with their hearts and leave you to your otherwise peaceful life. Even if it is just for today.
You don't have the chance to let a smile creep to your face when your doorbell rings. The jiggling sound bursts into your eardrums once and twice, three dreaded times and they're enough to make your stomach churn, your neck tight and your skin ache.
You contemplate on opening the door for him, subconsciously letting yourself feel like a vulnerable prey, who, after running away to save yourself, is choosing to walk into the wolf's den, so willingly that you can feel yourself drifting away with each step you're taking towards the door.
"Babe,"
The swing of your door handle, the crack of your wrist, the creaking of your door as it opens to reveal him; they're all embarrassing. You can't tell if they fall short on his ears, too caught up in the way he looks -all swollen muscles and tall legs. You're running out of courage to say no and he knows this.
He's not as innocent as this cheeky smile frames him out to be, he's not the sweetheart everyone wants him to be either.
He's Eijirou, who's selfishly standing on your door, who's barging his way in your apartment, who's grabbing your cheeks and slamming your face in his, biting your lips until he draws blood, just to punish you for standing up against him.
Your door is slammed behind him, one bend of his knee and it's falling into its rightful place. To shield the sins of your affair, to bring you comfort and privacy as he attacks parts of your neck, your chest. Places that only squeeze perfectly under his touch.
"Babe," He calls again, in between soft kisses. "What's gotten into you?"
You frown and try to look away, past his cocoa colored orbs, past the swelling that's taking over his lips -and yours- with a numbing, tingling sensation.
"Eijirou—"
"I don't have much time in between training, I got a game the day after tomorrow."
It's always like this, you know. He doesn't have to tell you twice or try to excuse his own self for what he does or how he acts. You're pushed between schedules, or slammed into his timetable like a truck when he feels like indulging with you again, hidden between the lines of his free time.
You're sure at this point that it's the thrill he's after. The sinful taste of your lips on his, how he feels in control while chasing after you, when you can't keep up with him.
His lips don't taste like sour cherry anymore, but you let them wiggle against yours with triumph, you let him want to catch his breath as he pulls back and you put the minimum effort in returning the passion you receive.
You pull back, ignoring the words he's whispering against your face, only to take in his features once again.
Soft black hair pulled into a low ponytail, spiky bangs that fly all over his face and his tips drowned in a fiery, foxy red. The only reminder for who he was before his tennis career blew up. For who he was before he turned into this cocky womanizer whom you're desperately after with a longing heart.
"I'm just not in the mood today."
"Well let's get you in the mood then huh?"
He smiles, nose scrunching and chapped lips hiding behind his gums as his hand moves to your thigh, tagging your shorts with furry. As if he's desperate to have you, right here and now. As if bending you over the couch will help put out a fire in him. That's how he always convinces you to keep this going.
He's making you feel like not having you this way is insufferable.
You're buried in the crook of his neck while being pushed onto the couch, nibbling a soft spot that you've found, rubbing his skin on the top of your tongue. You know how to do this without leaving a mark, you can hold back from wanting to take all you can get from him.
But today it's different. It's going to be the last time.
It's not like any other time you've told yourself that you are going to end this. Today you're going to leave a mark, you're going to bite your way into his skin and drink from his poison -the intimate attention he's only ever willing to give- and you'll get drunk in it.
"Fuck," He grunts against your lips. "Fuck, don't stop that feels good."
You don't stop, eager to listen to him, to breathe into his neck before you wrap your lips a little lower and closer to his collarbone. You should be asking if this will cause him problems, but gone is the guilt that veils your coinsense otherwise. You suckle on a spot and then another, stealing his groaning moans one by one as they fall from his lips, plushing them softly in a spongy part of your brain, where they can rest forever, until you've forgotten them.
"Get your shirt off Eijirou," You plea, ogling eyes watering from the pressure that's applied in the apex of your thighs and he's quick to follow your command, lips curling upwards in a sweetheart smirk.
You're going to miss the way the apples of his cheeks cover his eyes when he smiles like this. But there's no going back for you and him.
With legs that feel like burning rubber you hug around his horse, watching the way his muscles flex and fold with his snappy movements. His shirt, tousled and wrinkly, tossed in an unknown corner of your living room, only for him to guess where it is after he's gotten his fix of you.
Thick fingers probe at your sides, pulling your shirt downwards in a silent plea, take off your shirt, give him the satisfaction that he wants, indulge into this as much as he wants you to.
But today, you're not in the mood for this. So instead of pulling your shirt off, you unbuckle your pants, pulling them down at the most dreadful speed, making him bite his lip impatiently.
You won't miss this, the way he's expecting so many things of you.
And if he notices something's wrong, he doesn't say a word, presumably content with getting what he wants; the rear view of the gap between your legs, where he can bury himself and get lost for the next thirty minutes.
"Fuck baby," he moans. "Why do you smell so good?"
You grunt, averting your gaze from his as he pushes your bangs away from your face with the back of his hand. You want to miss his puppy eyes. Ghosting him won't be easier for you if you don't.
But damn if he couldn't read you this well, things would be easier.
"Not in the mood to talk?" You look even further away to avoid the question, "babe, you can tell me if you're not well, you'll feel better if you let it out"
You don't need someone to tell you how to feel. You've decided when the two of you are going to be through. It's set and done, even if he feels at the top of the world right now, you won't inflate his ego anymore.
"M fine Eijirou, put it in," You bite his lip, putting huge effort in making him forget about what he thinks it's bothering you. "Want you to put it in m'kay?"
Sultry, fake voice, he's heard it all before and he doesn't have the right to call you out for it. Whatever he does next, you're his for the moment and for the last time.
Repeating is your rightful way of convincing yourself of not giving up on your decision. If only he could have broken up before deciding to wet himself in you, if only you hadn't taken him so eagerly, if only you hadn't become just like him. Welcoming him despite availability status, afraid to lose him, saying that a little sex wouldn't hurt. If you could do this on repeat, then you could get rid of him quite as easily.
You're not better than him and he's taken your vulnerability to him for granted. He's loved the attention you've paid him from time to time, whenever he's given you so much as a mere call.
You should pretend to moan, to hurt his ego, but as he's delving into you, slowly, mellowy, his kisses feel like burning sunshine, August breeze against your skin, kissing your shoulders lightly. It hurts that this salvation is coming from his mouth, as it moves rhythmically against every inch of you.
"Fuck, fuck, ah, you feel so good, you know that?"
You don't answer, nor do you wrap your lips around him. You don't move them against his when he goes to kiss you, but you coo into his warm embrace once his hands come to cradle you in a tight embrace.
"I love you," He slips up and you contemplate on whether you have to start hating him from this very moment. "I just wanna be with you, I—" He grunts. “—this is why you don't believe him, but nonetheless you hold a moan in as well. "Fuck, I'll break up just for you.”
Now that's a new one. A new addition to the long list of red flags you have with his name on top. You can't fall for it. You absolutely can't. If you do, he'll treat you just like this, he'll fuck behind your back and kiss you goodnight before going off to sleep with someone else. Like he's slept with you, once, twice, thrice.
And you're going to hate being the one who's fooled, despite deserving it more than anyone else. And another girl, or guy, is going to be his subject of desire.
You shouldn't want him to be yours, but you're lewding your 'I love yous' out of your mouth like they're nothing, poisoning your heart until there's nothing left but dust and sucked up blood, all devoured by the greed he's made you feel.
"You love me too?"
"I do," You cry, rocked between him and the couch, neck hurting by the way he's digging his teeth in yours.
"I'll fucking leave everything for you babe,"
He shouldn't. He won't. You tell yourself he's only saying this because he wants to come, to make you feel dirty with his actions and fish out words that make him ecstatic or send him over the edge from your mouth.
Rhythms are peaking, his hips burning from his movements, foreheads are dripping in sweat, lips taste salty against each other. The perfect picture, the most tingling sensation, and you're too fucked to go back, or keep yourself content with him. It feels the same as the last time, a numbing knot in your stomach, commanding you to rip your heart out and throw it away, spooning mewls out of your mouth.
If you could, you'd mute him, not wanting to listen to how beautiful he sounds as he's coming down from his high. If you could, you'd look away, and wouldn't try to burn the image of his body as he's falling apart in your mind.
"That was—" The sigh that leaves his chest through his mouth is liberating, you can tell—"amazing. I still love you, so much babe."
His hand soothing the pain of his thrusts, does nothing to make you feel better. You want to shove it away, but you don't, unhappy with the way you're turning out to be.
"It's time for you to go, Eijirou, isn't it?" You remind him. A hand pushing him off of you and quickly smoothing your T-shirt over your legs to deprive him of the view that'd make him wear a smug of triumph.
"So quick to get me to go. Did you find someone else again sweetheart?"
You don't reply as you're putting on your underwear and pants, shoving his shirt into him with a heavy hand.
"You did, didn't you?"
"None of your business, go off to your practice, your girl, don't patronize me anymore."
He gruffs, beautiful features scowling in that stormy gaze that reeks of his authority, "Here I am pouring my heart on you and you found someone else"
"Eijirou, it's seven thirty, if I were you, I wouldn't be late for practice. You got a game the day after tomorrow."
No more dealing with his pouting, you're going to bawl your eyes out if you have to do it. The sooner he's out of your house, the sooner you'll get this over with; the tight lamp in your throat, the image of him smiling at you like this, him admitting feelings that he shouldn't have.
Hurting him isn't the role that suits you. Because you can't do it. You can't hurt that warm sunshine he has on his face. He has to be the one to hurt you like he's been the one to drive you away. It's too late for him to change or reverse your roles.
You don't want to fight and he knows it.
He knows you, so well, well enough to use you as he wishes to, letting you believe you're using him too. You're going to make him watch you slip away, and he won't do anything about this.
So he's eager to leave as you're pushing him out of the door, he doesn't cup your cheek with his hand, and doesn't kiss your forehead tenderly like he always does.
"You should come to this party Mina is throwing, let me meet your new guy."
Like hell you'd ever do this, he knows, but teasing won't hurt a bit. Eijirou can deal with you dating other men, he's claimed you well before, he'll do it again if he has to, especially now that he's decided to have you.
"Yeah yeah, and if I do, don't ever call me again, 'kay?"
You're too good to not do as he says, or not to fall back to him, and he's too good to not come back to you. To him, you're a match made in heaven, to you, you're a lost cause, burning in the fiery pits of hell as atonement for your sins.
He doesn't know that you'll fall apart before dressing up, how you'll tell yourself you're not doing this for him, but as a statement against him.
You're no better than him, in fact, you're worse.
…
The only problem is, that when Eijirou pulls up at Mina's party after practice, you're already there. Drink in your hand, flared jeans hugging your legs, layered tank tops that cover the bruising truth of this evening, laughing at whatever your friends are saying.
When he puts out his phone, calloused fingers furiously typing a text addressed to you, you're too far gone into another glass, dancing a little dance before grabbing everyone's cups to go for a refill, greeting them in that silent way of yours, drunken smile.
And then you'll pass him by and blink at him, you'll mutter a small greeting and he'll grab you by the hand and whisper in your ear just how hard he'll take you driving the night. You'll swoon, moan, forget about the drinks and follow him anywhere he leads you.
That's how everybody knows about the two of you.
This time, though, you don't cast a single eye on him. In fact, you're tainting him, walking past him while ignoring him, leaving him awestruck and hurt, like his confessions earlier in the day meant nothing to you.
It's a hit to his heart, how your jaw drops as you bump into Bakugo over the kitchen counter, eyes too wide at the sight of him. How your finger dances playfully on his chest and as you smile at him when he whispers something in your ear.
It's infuriating how you drop the cups near the sink and follow Bakugo outside, or how the blond waves at him with a pressed smile against his lips, signaling that he'll be busy for a while.
His insides churn, tummy aching in a feeling of guilt, one unlike anything he's felt before. Losing you doesn't taste in the way he thought he would, it's worse; sour and poisoning. It makes him flee the party, furious and bitter.
When he's back, his body is heavy, feet dragging him across his apartment, mind blank as he follows his basic routine before bed time, fixated on how easy it seemed for you to just ignore him and flee with one of his friends as soon as he came over to the party he invited you to, wondering how you could be so ruthless with him all of a sudden.
Sweet talking Kirishima with a smile of gold, the sweetheart of the professional Tennis scene and you're over him in the split of a second, pushing him away from you without an explanation or heart wrenching speech. Not giving him the satisfaction of some closure, just forcing the cold tempo of your sudden departure in the depths of his heart.
He pays no mind to the girl that sleeps beside him, back turned to him like she's oceans apart, despite the unspoken bound that's keeping them together. He'll leave her, make up for all the damage that he's done, in any way that he can manage to.
It all comes down to the fact that no one can love you like he does, no one can want you like he does. Someone can do it better, but you have to want him.
5.30am [Missed Call: Red]
5.31am [Missed Calls(2): Red]
[New Message: Red]
Fuck, with Bakugo out of everyone?
Delivered: 5.31am
[New Message: Red]
Did you have sex with him?
Babe answer me.
Delivered: 5.32am
[New Message: Red]
I'm breaking up with her tomorrow morning.
And I'll come over.
Babe.
Babe please.
Delivered: 5.33am
[New Message: Red]
I'll take you on a date and we can talk about us okay babe?
Let me know when you wake up.
I love you.
So much.
Delivered: 5.38am
Read: 10.23pm
[You]
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Sorry 'Red' even if you sound like a total douche, cheeks forgot her phone at my place.
I bet on her answering your late night drama when she takes her phone back.
[Red is typing...]
Super thanks to @celestidarling for proofreading this and giving me the biggest pump of confidence to post
↪Up Next: Dragon King Bakugo
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𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰.
𝔹 𝔸 𝕂 𝕌 𝔾 𝕆 𝕌 𝕂 𝔸 𝕋 𝕊 𝕌 𝕂 𝕀
⇴ male reader [pro-hero]
⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+
↳ summary: You are Katsuki’s little secret, since he can’t be open about your relationship. Inevitably, all falls apart eventually when you want to attend the pride parade in Tokyo and you want Bakugou to come with you.
↣ rating: general audiences
↣ warnings: bakugou being insecure about his sexuality, an argument/fight break-up in the beginning but fluffy at the end, coming out, fluff
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“I just don’t understand why you won’t come with me?!”
“You know damn fucking well why!”, Katsuki argued back, his already loud voice reaching it’s peak. You had been fighting for quite some time.
“I just don’t know why the fuck you keep being so… stubborn! UGH!”, you really had to hold yourself back to not punch the next wall, thus you went away from the situation into the living room. Katsuki, however, following you immediately.
“You knew when we started dating that I… I can’t be open about this stuff!”, he screamed again, though became quieter at the end. His stiff shoulders relaxing a little when he sighed.
“Why can’t you understand and fucking respect that??”
“Look!”, you suddenly stood up again, meeting him eye to eye, “I understand, okay?! I know not everyone can be open, but fuck- Katsuki. It’s been almost a year since we started dating??”
You sighed and rubbed over your face before falling back into the couch.
“I just thought this time around I could already openly show my affection towards you.”
Bakugou felt guilty and bad. He knew he wasn’t easy to date. Always being cautious no one would see or notice. Always hiding. Just so no one would find out Bakugou Katsuki was into men. He knew he hurt you.
“I’m sorry, okay? But I can’t…”, he barely mumbled, then also sighed.
“Okay. Fine.”, and Bakugou really thought that’s it when you said that, but…
“And I am sorry but I can’t continue this relationship.”
And it truly was like someone punched him in his face and kicked him in his balls all at the same time.
“Wha- Wai- I- What?”, he stammered, ruby eyes widened.
“You heard me. I’m sorry. But I am done being treated like your dirty little secret.”, you said, and with that, you stood up and walked past him.
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“HEEYY BRO!”, your friend shouted while semi-walking and kind of dancing towards you with two alcoholic drinks in his hand.
The music was loud. The temperature gruesome. But seeing so many people, proud and happy, made you also happy. It was also a nice way to try and forget what happened last week, the inevitable break up with your boyfriend… and you really thought you could give him strength to come out eventually.
“Thanks, Aki.”, you said, more shouted against the music, when he gave you something to drink.
While faking a small smile, you watched as he danced back into the crowd as you just walked on the sidelines, wishing that you could have brought Bakugou with you and just enjoy this moment. How much you yearned to just drink and be cute with your boyfriend during this parade so everyone could see and he wouldn’t care.
But it wasn’t that simple and it wasn’t your responsibility to force him out of the closet. But… it WAS your responsibility to do what was best for yourself and you knew you couldn’t keep on waiting.
.
Bakugou knew he had to do something. He loved you. And he wasn’t willing to give up on you or the relationship you had. Katsuki wanted to be together with you. He also knew very well that he shouldn’t be hiding anymore. He had been scared people wouldn’t want to be saved by him anymore, that his career as a hero would die if he was open about his sexuality, but… you had always been open. And yet, you were, just like him, in the Top Ten of Japan’s Pro-Heroes and there had never been an instance where someone commented on your sexuality negatively.
Maybe, he just lied to himself. People were much more accepting, even praising you for being an idol to young queer kids. But, for him, not wanting people to know you were together was safer than having to break up and explain things, yet… Katsuki was ready to get you back and tell everyone he loved you. No more hiding. No more lies. Just being honest and open and vulnerable.
But for god’s sake getting through this fucking crowd was almost impossible.
“Fucking Jesus, where the hell are you?!”, he growled to himself while hastily looking around. So many people. How did he think he was able to find you in such a big parade?
And it was so damn hot, too. Ugh! Why couldn’t he realize all of these things a few days ago, then he could have easily walked up to your door and talk to you, but no. Then again, Bakugou DID want to prove to you he was ready to change, so there was no better place than during this parade. Though, if he couldn’t find you, everything was in vain.
“KitKat…”
When he heard those words, a jolt went through his body, making Katsuki stand there stiffly for a few seconds, just to slowly turn around in the end. There was only one person who was able to utter this nickname without getting murdered.
You stared at him in disbelief just as much as he stared back at you with wide eyes and in shock. He wasn’t prepared to suddenly be found and not be the one finding you.
“What are you do-“, you wanted to ask, however, were interrupted by Bakugou sprinting towards you and into your arms. And it felt right holding him again – fuck.
“Wait, Kat-“
But before you could say anymore, he had grabbed your neck and pulled you towards him, connecting your lips in the middle of the streets while people were walking past you. Some even cheering and howling while doing so.
It was just a short kiss, before he pulled back to look into your [eye.color] eyes.
“I love you, [Your.name]. And I’m sorry. I know you deserve better, like fuck, look at me. I am trash.”
“You’re hot trash though.”, you teased him with a grin, thankfully making him snort and playfully punch you.
“I will be open. No more hiding. Life’s too fucking short to worry about what others think. Sorry it took so long to understand. Can you forgive me?”
The music was still blasting, the crowd cheering, yet, you heard him perfectly and it really warmed your heart. Thus, with a smile on your lips, you nodded.
“Yeah. Forgiven and Forgotten.”
So, you pulled him closer, your arms wrapped around his smaller frame as your lips collided once more, not caring about anything or anyone other than the man in your arms. And for Bakugou it wasn’t any different. He had never cared about anyone before, about their presumptions about him becoming a villain with his quirk, or him not being suited to be a hero, so why was he so hung up about being gay? Fuck it if anyone knew.
He wasn’t going to hide in any closet ever again.
And as he grabbed your hand to march alongside you while singing and drinking – Katsuki knew it was the right decision and he would never regret it.
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The next morning, he found himself hugged against your body while your head was snuggled into his pecs, which elicit a small snort from him. Yeah… waking up like that was something he had missed the last week. As he looked to the side though, Katsuki saw his phone blinking and lighting up wildly – something was going on.
And soon, he found out what had been going on. His agency was calling and he was tagged in way too many Twitter posts, because someone had snapped a photo of him and you yesterday during the pride parade, embraced and kissing. This was now going around the internet. But for once, he didn’t give a fuck about it.
Instead, he fueled the fire when he flopped back into the bed and snapped a photo of himself, flipping them off and with you visibly cuddling him. His caption: Just woke up like this. Happy Pride Month, fuckers!
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@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works
⇻ salem.talks: happy pride month y’all, let’s be loud and proud of who we are 🌈 usually I believe baku wouldn’t give two fucks about what others think about him, but for the sake of this story I might have made him a bit ooc
#salemswriting.#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x male reader#bnha x male reader#bakugou x you#gay pride#male reader
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Sunny, pls, give me your best Feral Aizawa headcanon cuz I really WISH THOSE ABUNDANT HENTAI ARTISTS WOULD SPARE ONE DAMN MINUTE TO ANIMATE MY MAN AIZAWA (literally any 3d man instead of girl) INSTEAD OF CONTINUOUSLY CATERING TO ONE DARN DEMOGRAPHIC.
This turned out to be a mini rant. 😭
But there's just a lot of xyz fem lead from xyz anime hentai. But ZERO MEN
Who's feeding the women, the gays, and literally anyone but the hetero men?!?
Aizawa's pretty, pretty arms holding up his partner (me) as fuck against the teacher's table? ( Ah, ahhhhh)
Aizawa's pretty exposed chest gleaming with sweat? 🥵
His pretty thighs? Thigh riding Aizawa???? Oh man, thigh riding Aizawa over his hero suit and leaving stains? (Or maybe riding him over his formal suit is better as he'd have to see the press like that and what if someone nitpicks his outfit like "wtf is that on his leg???")
His legs must be firm right?? Kinda wanna kiss his legs all the way to his inner thighs before sucking his dry.
Nghhhhhhhhhh
(xoxo, an anon too ashamed to say it with my whole chest)
Babe, you are so right, like where is my hentai with a big buff guy fucking a chubby cutie and ACTUALLY fucking her right like jesus christ touch her clit at least a little, not everybody gets off from penetration alone 🙄😒
ANYWAYS I wrote a lil somethin for ya but it turned out way more romantic than I planned so I'm sorry if that wasn't what you were looking for sksksk but I hope you still enjoy it :)
Feral
Aizawa x gender neutral reader
Word Count: 674
CW: smut, a smidge of angst, romance
“Still with me, kitten?”
You weren’t sure. You could still hear him, and you could feel your fourth orgasm fizzling away, but your legs were starting to go numb from being held up for so long. You swallowed hard, gasping for air as you met his gaze. His sharp eyes were dilated, peering down at you between the few strands of hair that fell out of his ponytail.
“Did you hear me, Y/N?” he asked, squeezing your thigh. You inhaled sharply, blinking a few times before you nodded. He hummed, smoothing his hand over your leg, pressing a kiss to the side of your knee. “Mind if I keep going?”
You took a deep breath, eyes skimming over your boyfriend’s frame. His sculpted chest covered in dark hairs, strong arms that had hooked your legs over his sturdy shoulders. He was rock solid underneath that baggy hero uniform, muscular and hardened over years of training. You clenched around him unconsciously as you admired him, making him grunt softly, eyes closing. He licked his lips as he opened his eyes again, giving you that familiar hungry stare.
“Is that a ‘yes’?”
You thought back on the prior events of this evening: Aizawa coming home late, apologizing for not letting you know that he would be working an extra four hours, holding you close as you sobbed against his chest and cried about worrying that he had been killed. Your fluids pooled out of you as you remembered what followed, how you had smashed your lips into Shouta’s, clawing at his form, trying to ground yourself against him and realize that he hadn’t died and that he was here, holding you, kissing you back, pulling you to sit on his lap on the couch. That’s when you actually ground yourself into him, your sex rubbing incessantly against his firm leg, his thick thigh pushing up into you, giving you the friction you needed. It wasn’t long before he pushed you onto your back, pulling down your shorts and engulfing your sex with his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking harshly. He didn’t let you go until you were crying, begging for him to be inside you.
Aizawa had always been mysterious, so surprises came and went constantly. Seeing him naked for the first time left you especially shocked, and, even after all this time, you still hadn’t gotten used to it. Each defined muscle that flexed as he lifted your hips, pushing your legs back, holding you up just to drop you back down onto his cock over and over. You could see large arteries pulsing at the edge of his skin, one of the many evidences of his arousal, of his love for you.
“I’m sorry,” he had repeated for the umpteenth time, hips smacking into yours. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”
You were only able to moan in response, accepting his apologies every time you came, his name gracing your lips and leaving him aching for more. He was like an animal at times like these, his body acting on its own accord, any rationality he had fading out of existence as he lost himself in the feeling of you. He was wild, like an untamed beast. Feral. Yours.
“Y/N,” he almost pleaded, gulping audibly as he hung his head towards you. “Don’t make me wait… I want to cum in you… please…”
Even now, on the edge of falling apart, he still waited for your confirmation, your reassurance. It was never just about him; you were always there, always deserving more.
You loved him so much.
“Shou,” you whispered, a weak hand rising to touch his cheek. He looked up at you, turning his head to kiss your palm, waiting for your answer. “Please cum in me. Wanna make you feel good.”
Those words were all he needed to resort back to his primal ways, practically snarling as he began pumping himself into you again. It was hard and fast and overwhelming, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
#ask#aizawa#aizawa x reader#smut#gn reader#gender neutral reader#weeeeeee#i hope yall like it :3#☀️ asks
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