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The Deployment Diaries Part 22 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You've been putting all of your energy into helping Bradley recover, but sometimes you need his help even more.

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff and swearing

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

The following week, you came home late from work, and walked into the bedroom to find Bradley laying in bed reading with Tramp's head on his stomach.

"Hey, Sweetheart. How was your day?"

You huffed and started removing your uniform, piece by piece, unpinning everything from your shirt. "Shitty, thanks for asking. And it's late, and I'm starving, and you could have at least started dinner, you know?"

Bradley froze. He knew you were going to be late, because you had texted him. He grabbed his phone as he sat up, the muscles around his ribs still pulling a bit as he did so.

You stormed around the room, changing into some shorts as he opened his message thread with you. "My text never sent to you. I already took care of dinner, Baby Girl. I ordered from that place with the spicy chicken you like. Figured you deserve something better than whatever I would make without supervision. Should be here soon."

You paused and looked at him as you pulled on a shirt. "Oh. Okay. Well thanks."

The doorbell rang, and Bradley brought the food into the dining room. You settled into your seat with your plate of dinner, and Bradley brought you one of the many bottles of hot sauce just in case. When he sat down and you started eating, he patted his thigh.

You looked like you were going to tell him no, but you stood and slid into his lap with your plate of food.

"That's better," he whispered, kissing your cheek.

"I'm sorry I was short with you, Roo. I am exhausted, and I have to give a presentation to a bunch of admirals from Lemoore tomorrow. It's for funding our research, and I barely have any time to prepare."

"I can help you," he promised as he ate. "After dinner, why don't you relax in the bath while I clean up, and then I'll help you the rest of the night until you feel ready."

"Yeah. Okay," you agreed. And an hour later, you were wearing his UVA shirt with a pair of his underwear, your hair in a bun on top of your head, and pacing slowly around the living room.

"Our projections for upgraded safety protocols show a twenty seven percent improvement in the ability of the Super Hornet pilot to communicate with the tower. This is not insignificant, based on the last several updates. That information is provided on page thirty of the handout, and you can see that the-"

Bradley put his hand up to interrupt. "It's actually on page thirty one, Sweetheart."

"Shit," you muttered, standing with your hands on your hips. "I knew that."

"Of course you knew that, but you seem very nervous."

You threw your hands up in the air. "Of course I'm nervous, Bradley! The entire purpose of this is to get more funding to keep you safe!"

He smiled at you. "I love you, but you've got to remove me from this equation while you're doing the presentation. Don't think about me or Nat or Jake. Just think about some random pilot in Lemoore that you're trying to make sure has updated software. Okay?"

You sighed and stretched your arms, getting yourself ready to start over again. And when you did, your presentation went much better. You ran through it two more times flawlessly, and Bradley pulled you down to his lap. "That was perfect, Sweetheart. You'll knock them flat on their asses with your well researched information that I can barely understand."

You laughed as he stood with you in his arms. "You shouldn't be lifting me yet!" you screeched, scrambling out of his grasp. "That's naughty! I'll tell your doctor!"

Bradley laughed and led you to the bedroom. "Let's practice your presentation once more, but this time I'll make it fun for you. And then you'll be relaxed for tomorrow."

He undressed you slowly, running his thumbs along the undersides of your breasts before stripping off his own clothing and laying back against the pillows. "Climb up here, Baby Girl, and get to work," he rasped, rubbing his thigh right next to his hard dick.

You moaned as you crawled up the bed, kissing the spot he had been rubbing before getting into position and sinking down around his length. You moaned a little bit, and Bradley gently smacked your ass as he said, "Go ahead and get started, Lieutenant."

"Our projections for upgraded safety protocols show... oh God, Roo!" you whined as he pumped up into you.

But then he froze when you got off course. "Keep going, Lieutenant. You keep going and then I'll keep going." Bradley watched you bite your lip and try to fight for control.

"Okay, okay," you groaned. "Show a twenty seven percent improvement in the ability of the Super Hornet pilot to communicate with the tower. Oh God, you feel so good."

Bradley chuckled. "Is that part of the presentation?"

"It is now," you whined, because he had stopped thrusting again. You tried to bounce on him a bit, but he grabbed your hips and stilled your movement. You whimpered, but he just shook his head.

"Um, this information is not insignificant," you moaned in pleasure as he started moving again. "It's based on research that is provided for you on page thirty one of the handout."

You tossed your head back as Bradley fucked up into you harder and harder. His ribs were aching now, but he didn't want to stop.

"You're doing so well, Lieutenant. Keep going."

"The models are based on calculations that we have been collecting for the past year, and I am fucking awesome, thanks for listening to my presentation," you said, your voice getting louder as Bradley laughed and flipped you onto your back.

"The admirals are going to love that closing statement," he grunted, putting both of your legs over his shoulders and grabbing your thighs. He kissed your legs as he pushed himself inside you once more.

You giggled until Bradley pushed your knees back to your shoulders and slammed into you. He was practically folding you in half.

"Roo!" you moaned, but he fucked you at a steady pace that soon had you whining and crying out. He loved it when he got you like this; you were unable to even form real words as his skin slapped against yours.

"Baby Girl, you're so sweet," he told you as he fucked you harder until you were gasping for air, his weight pushing down on you. You grabbed his hair and pulled him down to kiss you as you came, moaning against his mouth.

"Your presentation is going to be so good. I wish I could watch you in action," he told you, still chasing his own finish.

"If you're a good boy, maybe I'll practice it one more time wearing one of my calendar outfits."

"Fuck. Yes." Bradley chanted as he came inside you.

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Your presentation went well enough that your lab was granted a huge amount of money to continue with research. Commander Bickel took you and your colleagues out for the fanciest lunch you had ever eaten in your life, and you were keeping your fingers crossed that you'd see a promotion soon as well.

Bradley had been celebrating with you for the last few days, even opening a bottle of champagne one evening.

He finally got most of the remaining stitches removed, and his face was looking mostly bruise free by this point. "I'm starting to look okay again," he remarked, looking in the bathroom mirror as you both got ready for a night at the Hard Deck.

You rolled your eyes. "Seriously, Roo. You looked handsome to me even with the bruising. If you looked any better right now, I wouldn't be able to take you out in public. Can't wait to see how many times you get hit on tonight," you said sarcastically.

Bradley chuckled as he buttoned his shirt. "You know, you're one to talk, Sweetheart. You get cornered in conversation with some random guy every time we go to the bar."

"It's usually one of my coworkers!"

Bradley gave you a bland look. "That guy who was trying to get you to meet him in the parking lot to check out his Harley? That was one of your coworkers?"

It took you a second to recall what he was talking about, but then you doubled over laughing as you were trying to finish your makeup. "No, that guy was just very, very drunk."

"Yeah, well. I rest my case."

The Hard Deck was packed by the time you and Bradley arrived, and you were once again thankful that the aviators seemed to have their own little area.

"Rooster, you look great!" Phoenix said, pulling him into a hug. She handed him her brand new bottle of beer, saying, "I can go get another. Have this one."

You butted in. "Just one drink! He's still on medication!" But he was already taking a sip and winking at you. "I'm serious, Bradley. Just one."

"Okay, Baby Girl," he told you before he kissed you on the forehead.

You followed Nat up to the bar to get yourself a drink too, and you both ended up chatting with Coyote who had finally returned from deployment. His had been much longer than Bradley's but far less action packed. You must have been up there for a while, because when you returned to the pool table, Bradley was cracking up at something Bob was saying, and he had a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand.

"Who got him another drink?" you asked accusingly. You instantly knew it was Jake by the way he wouldn't meet your eyes.

"Seriously?" you asked, stopping an inch in front of him. "He's taking a prescription for his injuries! The last thing I need is a sloppy Rooster. Are you going to come take care of him in the middle of the night when he's a fucking wreck and like singing show tunes at the piano or something?!"

Jake burst out laughing. "We tried to tell you the piano was a bad idea, Angel. Plus this is fair retaliation for what you two made me walk in on in the rec room!"

You just cradled your face in your hand. You should have known you'd be hearing about that again. "I told you guys, one drink! No more!"

"That's only his third. He'll be fine. He's just playing pool. Here, throw some darts with me."

You turned your back for a few minutes, just long enough to lose to Jake. Then when you went to check on your boyfriend, you found him with another half empty beer bottle in his hand. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes were a little unfocused as he sipped the drink.

"Hey, Baby Girl! You're so pretty, come here." He finished the beer and reached out with grabby hands.

"Oh, Lord," you muttered as he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him.

"I love you, you're so pretty. I could look at you all day long." Bradley's words were a little slurred, and his smile was so goofy. You had to grab his hands and put them at his sides when he started reaching for the bottom of your shirt.

He started kissing your neck and pulled his hands free to play with your hair as Payback said, "It's not even eleven o'clock yet. How much did he drink?"

"Too much, apparently," you replied, trying to get Bradley to sit on the empty stool next to Fanboy. "This is why I tried to tell you guys he could only have one drink. I just knew he would get like this."

Bradley stumbled into the seat and unbuttoned his Hawaiian shirt. "Hot in here," he mumbled, handing the shirt to you. "Thanks, Sweetheart."

You slipped his shirt on over your tee so you wouldn't lose it, because you were pretty sure it was one that had belonged to his dad, and then you just shrugged helplessly at him sitting there in his tank. "What am I going to do with you now, Bradley?"

"You're gonna love me," he told you with a grin.

"It was a rhetorical question," you muttered. "Stay here. I'm going to get him some water," you told Fanboy who nodded before offering some pool tips to Bob.

You turned to check on Bradley from the bar, and at least he was right where you left him. But the bar was crowded, and it seemed like everyone you knew was trying to chat with you. By the time you had a glass of water and were on your way back to the pool table, he was practically shirtless with another woman chatting him up, and he was giving her puppy eyes.

"Jesus, maybe I should just let her deal with him," you muttered to Phoenix who looked like she was ready to fight someone if needed.

"You've just gotta meet my girlfriend. Her name is Sweetheart and she's so pretty," he rambled to the other girl. "That's her!" Bradley announced when he saw you.

"Um, hi," the other woman muttered. "Sorry," she added before swiftly making her exit.

"That woman asked for my phone number," he said, reaching for you again. "I told her no."

You sighed. "Fanboy! I asked you to watch him for like five minutes!"

"Sorry! Hey, you wanna play pool with me?" Fanboy asked, handing you a pool cue.

"No, I'm trying to get this one to drink some freaking water!"

Bradley downed the entire glass of water when you pressed it to his lips. "I love you," he said loudly. "I'm going to take care of you forever. That's all I wanna do. Love you and take care of you. And fuck you."

"Shhh," you scolded, taking the glass before he could drop it. "That's enough, Roo."

Fanboy, Bob and Jake stopped playing pool to shake their heads and laugh. "I am so sorry I let him have that bourbon, Angel," Jake told you with a rotten grin on his face.

You tried to keep Bradley from pawing at you, but it wasn't working. "Aww, Sweetheart. I'll take such good care of you, like I always do."

"Okay, Bradley. How about you try to stand up," you said trying to coax him to his feet, but he just went rambling on as he stood.

He kissed your lips and cupped your cheeks with both hands. His eyes were so loving and sincere as he told you quite loudly, "I'm gonna put a baby in you, Sweetheart. I'm gonna get you so pregnant. Fuck you every day when you stop taking the pill."

"Someone please kill me," you mumbled, trying to put your hand over his mouth as the guys all started hooting.

"Oh my God," muttered Phoenix, silently gagging and dropping her pool cue.

"I almost did it already, and we weren't even trying," he added, pulling your hands away from his face. "But I'd love to keep trying. Give you a ring first, so you know I'm serious." He was grabbing you by the waist again, and now Payback was catcalling you both.

"Bradley, my love?" you asked him, and his eyes met yours in trustworthy affection. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to leave you here for the night."

"Let's go home and get in bed," he murmured against your neck.

You looked to your left and saw Jake and Bob. "You and you, help me get him to the car. Now."

You watched the guys hoist your boyfriend into the front seat of the Bronco while he told them in some detail about how many kids he hoped to have with you. Once he was buckled in and the door was closed, Jake mussed up your hair and laughed hysterically.

"Oh, Angel. You have the patience of a saint."

Payback was trying not to laugh before he burst into giggles. "Twelve kids, huh?"

You groaned and walked to the driver's side, saying, "Thanks a lot guys," over your shoulder.

You started the engine and Bradley gazed at you longingly.

"If you throw up in here, it's your own fault. I told you one drink!"

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Bradley woke up with a throbbing headache. He wanted to open his eyes, but his body was telling him he would throw up if he did, so he just opened them a crack.

"What the hell?" He could barely move. It seemed like he had slept all night on the bathroom floor. Although he was wrapped in a blanket and resting on a pillow, he could feel the cold, hard floor tiles digging into his shoulder and hip.

He tried to sit up, but immediately flopped back down onto the pillow. His ribs were aching. How did he have a hangover? What did he do last night?

"Oh, good. You're awake."

He could hear you, but he didn't want to open his eyes again.

"Sweetheart? What happened?"

You laughed sardonically, and Bradley felt you step over his body to get to the sink vanity.

"I told you not to have more than one drink, but you didn't listen to me. And I'm so mad at Jake for buying you bourbon."

Bradley sat up gingerly and opened his eyes. "Why did I sleep in here?"

You shook your head at him. "Because you barely made it to the toilet before you started throwing up. And then you held Tramp up to your face and told him, and I quote, 'Let me sleep in the bathroom so my wife doesn't get mad' end quote."

Bradley opened his mouth to speak, but he just sat on the floor staring up at you.

"So, you are either already married, or you are under the impression that you've married me or Tramp."

Then he started to remember the previous night at the Hard Deck. Talking about making babies and engagement rings. He was panicking, suddenly convinced he had asked you to marry him while cross-faded on bourbon and pain killers.

"I can tell by the look on your face that you're remembering some of what you said at the bar."

Bradley met your eyes and whispered, "Yes. Oh my god, how badly did I embarrass you?"

Your face broke out into a smile as you knelt on the floor next to him and kissed his cheek. "I'm not embarrassed, but maybe you should be. You told the guys you want to pump me full of babies! I thought Phoenix was going to cry!"

Bradley groaned and kissed your neck. "I'm not embarrassed about that, Baby Girl. I'd tell you that shit sober. I'd say it in front of the guys, too."

"I know you would," you whispered, running the tip of your nose along his scarred cheek. "Come on. I need you to get up and make sure your dress whites fit for your promotion banquet later this week."

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Bradley got undressed to try on his uniform while you were making dinner. After drinking about a gallon of water plus a few cups of coffee, his head was throbbing much less. As he walked in front of the full length mirror, he paused to examine himself. He'd been avoiding his own reflection as frequently as possible since he came home injured, and this was exactly why.

His left arm was absolutely covered in random pink scars. They would probably fade over time, just as the ones on his face and neck had, but these ones looked fresh and angry. He ran his right hand over the uneven skin and grimaced. Because on top of the scars, he had lost a lot of his muscle definition.

Gone were his abs, only to be replaced by a little bit of pudge around his midsection. His biceps were nowhere near the size they had been, and now his shoulders looked lacking as well. Just a few short weeks of being banned from physical activity to help him heal, and now he would be spending months getting back to where he had been.

Sighing, he pulled out his uniform and started to dress. The shirt wasn't as tight across his chest as it used to be. The jacket and pants were a little loose as well. "Shit," he mumbled as he buttoned the jacket and looked in the mirror straight on.

You were literally a goddess, the most charming and lovely woman he had ever met. All you had to do was look at Bradley, and he was ready to take you to bed. Your body was perfection, all smooth skin and gorgeous features. He could look at you all day and never tire of the view. You deserved the best of everything in his mind. But he was so flawed, and now it was even worse.

"Dinner is just about ready, Roo... oh, my god!" You stopped in the doorway and stared at him. You were so pretty, your hair down, framing your face, wearing one of his shirts and his gym shorts.

"What's wrong?" he asked, shifting nervously. "Is the fit noticeably bad?" He looked down at his uniform and then back at you.

You slowly shook your head. "You look so good," you whispered in a dreamy voice that made him shiver.

Somehow you always made him feel sexy. He knew there was something about him that women liked. He got hit on occasionally at the Hard Deck, and he'd never had a hard time finding women who wanted to fuck him. But you always seemed to make him feel like he almost perhaps deserved you.

"Well, I guess I look better in the uniform than out of it now," he remarked, checking himself in the mirror again.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked him barely above a whisper as you walked over to him and ran your hands up and down his white uniform sleeves.

Bradley watched you chew on your bottom lip as he said, "Just, you know... my arm looks totally fucked, and I no longer have abs."

"I'm sorry, I'm having a hard time understanding what you're saying right now," you whispered. "Are you trying to tell me my boyfriend isn't gorgeous?"

Bradley opened his mouth to speak, but you were already inside his jacket and working on the buttons of his shirt. Your lips met his neck in an open mouthed kiss that ended in a moan, and your fingers were now rubbing his chest hair.

"Um, I can't remember what I was about to say," he groaned as your hand trailed to the front of his white pants.

"You're hot, Bradley," you told him, licking his neck scar. "And you always will be."

"I'm glad you think so, Baby Girl," he whispered as you got your hand inside his pants.

You finished undressing him, and it felt so fucking natural. You had already seen his arm with the stitches removed, and you'd seen his soft middle. Maybe it wasn't all as bad as he imagined?

"You're hot. And I'm far from the only one who thinks so. You literally got hit on last night in your tank," you told him as you lowered his pants. Bradley had no recollection of that, but he supposed it must have happened if you said it did.

"Besides, you told me last night at the bar that all you want to do is love me and take care of me," you told him as you draped his dress whites over the dresser and guided him to bed. "Sure, you were wasted at the time, but that's all I want to do for you, too."

Bradley let you run your fingers down his left arm, and you left a trail of kisses there as well. "Looks ugly," he mumbled.

"You're perfect, Roo. And I know you wouldn't complain if I had scars."

"Fuck no, I wouldn't care, Sweetheart," Bradley said, and then smirked as you pushed him down on his back on the bed. "You kind of tricked me into agreeing with you."

"Yes, I did, because I'm right," you said with a grin. "I love your body all the time, especially right now, because you came back home to me."

Bradley pulled you down on top of him with a bubble of laughter. "Fine. I look good. We'll be the hottest couple at the promotion ceremony."

"You're damn right we will be!" you agreed. Bradley worked his hands into the back of the waistband of the shorts and guided them down your hips. He watched you wiggle out of your underwear before you settled against him, straddling his midsection. He groaned and tossed his head back against the pillows while you rubbed your pussy along the scant trail of hair below his belly button. "So hot," you moaned, and Bradley looked up to see the wetness you were leaving on his skin.

"Fuck, fuck!" he gasped, his hands were on your hips, guiding you to grind harder against him. He watched you pull his tee shirt off followed by your bra. "So fucking pretty."

You leaned down to kiss his lips, muttering, "So are you," as you rubbed yourself all over him. When you finally guided him inside you, whining as you took his length, Bradley was seeing stars.

You rode him so well, one hand grabbing his left arm, and the other planted gently on his belly where he was still slick with your wetness. Bradley watched your hungry gaze on his body as you got off on his dick, and of course he was right there with you.

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angelsanarchy · 10 months

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One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 05

"Thanks for letting me stay." "Thanks for staying."

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SATURDAY, 2:15AM

Y/n looked at herself in the dirty mirror of Clyde's bathroom. The shirt he had given her fell to about the middle of her thigh. She silently wished she had at least worn shorts today so she would be more comfortable sleeping with something on her legs. When she walked out of the bathroom, Clyde had tossed a pillow onto the couch.

"So I can't guarantee the last time I cleaned the sheets but I did just wash the comforter so you should be good to go." Y/n looked over to the bed and realized he was giving up his bed for her.

"Clyde, I can't take your bed. The couch will be fine." Y/n tried to argue but he laughed.

"Trust me, the bed is much safer to sleep on than the couch. Especially if you have your legs exposed." Clyde took in the sight of you in one of the oversized band shirts he kept laying around the apartment.

"I guess I'll take your word for it. I'll make a mental note to burn my jeans once I get home." Y/n teased. Clyde had changed into soft pants but kept the same shirt on. He walked over to the door and made sure she was watching when he locked the door.

"Are you feeling safer already?" Clyde asked running his hand through his hair.

"I should be asking you that. Sorry about the whole...mauling you thing." Y/n could feel the heat in her cheeks and Clyde laughed.

"Mauling me? You sat on my lap. That's hardly grounds for public shaming." Clyde shrugged it off plopping back down on the couch. Y/n sat next to him, feeling much more exposed now that her legs were bare.

"I guess thanks for not holding it against me. I don't do this a lot...ever actually. I haven't spent a night away from my apartment in years, let alone with a guy I met at a club." Y/n explained seeing Clyde smile.

"You don't go home with guys who aren't even in the band to get high and have an impromptu date?" Clyde teased.

"No this is very out of the ordinary. I'm usually working my ass off or visiting my dad." Y/n confessed.

"You seem a little young to be a workaholic." Clyde wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to know what she liked, what she hated, why the hell she had given him the time of day and how he could get her to stay.

"Paying for an apartment and trying to keep my shit a float has been a bit more challenging than I'd like to admit. I wasn't really prepared to support myself at 18 but when you drop out of school and have no where else to go, it's kind of the only option." Y/n didn't like to talk about her home life. She hated when people showed her any sort of pity. She was in control of the decisions she made.

She dropped out of school to take care of her dad. She moved into a shitty apartment with a roommate in order to save money to afford his care facility. She could count on one hand how many people she trusted and confiding in Clyde didn't make a lot of sense to her either but she just felt like she could openly be herself with him.

"Hey dropout twins, let's go!" Clyde held his hand up for a high five and y/n shook her head meeting his hand.

"I'm not sure that's the thing we should have in common but I won't leave you hanging." Y/n laughed.

"Maybe it's not. We both seem to like live music. I don't want to get into favorite bands just yet because I don't want to lose this feeling I currently have." Clyde put his hand over his heart.

"Hey! What makes you think I like shit music? I happen to have a very eclectic taste in music." Y/n defended but Clyde put his finger to his lips.

"I'm not doubting that but we've had such a great first date, why chance it with the possibility of you liking Nickelback?" Clyde joked earning a playful slap to his chest.

"How dare you. Now I'm truly offended. I think I'm going to go see if Johnny will give me a ride-" Clyde reached out and grabbed y/n's hand.

"No no...if you approach Johnny without pants and ask for a ride, you'll definitely get more than you bargained for." Clyde seemed genuinely worried she was going to actually leave but instead she plopped back down next to Clyde, closer than before, him still holding onto her hand.

"If I had my pants on, I'd consider tasering you just for insinuating I was a Nickelback fan." Clyde softened and held your hand between his own, bringing the back of your fingers to his lips.

"My apologies. Thank you for resisting the reoccurring urge to taser me." Clyde's smile was intoxicating. She just wanted to feel his lips pull into a smile against her own.

"You're just lucky you're cute." Y/n tested seeing Clyde blush. She could feel a yawn crawling up her throat as she turned away and Clyde stood up, pulling her by her hands.

"You need to sleep. We can compare playlists tomorrow over breakfast...stale bagels or donuts?" Clyde asked leading her to the bed. She sat down and he tossed her a blanket.

"You know how to spoil a girl." Y/n grinned laying back on the comforter. It smelled of coconut shampoo and cigarettes. It wasn't an awful smell which was surprising. Rarely did she ever find herself surrounded by band guys who smelt halfway decent. Clyde jumped over the back of the couch and let out a heavy sigh.

The two of them laid in perfect silence, trying not to breathe too hard or start snoring randomly. Y/n moved around under the blanket trying to get comfortable and not get caught checking over by the couch where Clyde laid, one leg dangling over the back, arm stretched behind his head. Clyde felt tense. He hadn't ever just had a girl spend the night with him. Snow, Lola and the rest of their friends were different. None of them really looked at him the way y/n seemed to look at him, or flirt with him. He didn't want to make things weird or fuck this up. He wanted her to like him. He wanted her to want to stay because of him, not because she was hot for one of the guys.

"Clyde?" Y/n broke the silence.

"Yeah?" He sat up to see her sitting up in the bed.

"Would you be completely opposed to just laying in the bed next to me? I just...its a big bed. There's no point in you sleeping on the couch and I don't want to wake up freaking out in a strange place." Y/n explained and Clyde shook his head.

"Yeah of course. I just didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." Clyde walked over to the bed and laid down next to her carefully. He let her keep the blanket over herself and put his hand up when she tried to offer it to him. He laid on his side facing her and she smiled at him.

"Thanks for letting me stay." She said softly.

"Thanks for staying." Clyde returned equally as soft. The light in the room was dim but they could still see one another clearly. Y/n reached over and pushed some of Clyde's hair off his face and noticed his hearing aid for the second time this evening.

"How do sleep with your hearing aid in? My grandfather never kept his in to sleep. He said the slightest noises startled him." Y/n brushed her fingertips over the piece and Clyde brought his fingers up to hers.

"Um...I don't usually sleep really well anyway so I just don't bother taking it out." She was right. Clyde never took his aid out when he was sleeping in the apartment. Anyone could just sort of bust in and he never wanted to be caught off guard.

"Have you tried taking it out to sleep? Maybe that's why you can't sleep well." Y/n suggested.

"I used to at my Dad's but not here. You never know who'll sneak up on you." Clyde tried to joke but y/n scooted closer.

"The door is locked. I'm a light sleeper. Why not just taking it out while you have someone here to watch your back?" Clyde was surprised at her offer. No one really cared this much about his lack of sleep, let alone his comfort level.

"No pressure of course. I just...I want you to be able to be as comfortable as I am." Y/n didn't want to push Clyde into doing something he wasn't comfortable with but to her surprise, he leaned over her and removing his aid placing it on the nightstand next to her. She felt the trust he was putting into her by taking his aid out. She put her pinky out and Clyde laughed locking his pinky into hers.

"I gotchu." She mouthed. Clyde laughed shaking his head.

"I'm partially deaf, not completely deaf." He reminded laying back down. The silence that grew between them was so much more peaceful now. Y/n could feel the mattress moving whenever he moved, which wasn't a lot but after a while she could hear his soft snores. She peered over his shoulder and saw his mouth hung open, hair covering his face and his elbow as his arm stayed tucked tightly under his head. She glanced at the clock on her phone that barely had 20% charge on it and saw that it was 3:10 AM. That was the last thing she saw before she passed out, snuggled into a fuzzy blanket and a soft pillow that carried Clyde's scent into her dreams.

#electrick children #Clyde x y/n #Clyde #rory culkin #One Long Weekend Series #One Shot Series #y/n fics #5/18

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conclush · 1 year

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She wants you

pairing . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

summary . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ You were just peacefully laying on the bed reading your book until your wife came on you which led into something 😏

warnings . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ smut warning!

an: this is a short pov and enjoy!

masterlist

You were walking through your bookshelf to find something interesting, you've finally found a interesting book.

As you read you found yourself sitting on your bed you decided to lay down while reading you took off you're Crocs and laid down, you exhale the air.

As you were having a peaceful moment you didn't notice your wife had gotten home as Natasha opened the door, she was confused that she didn't see her wife.

She took of her shoes and put her bag on the sofa, she guess you were on your bedroom probably sleeping or doing crazy stuff again.

She thought that she wouldn't called out for you cause she might disturb you, as soon as Natasha peak at yours bedroom door she saw you peacefully reading a book, as your legs are looking flawless.

God you so sexy kotenok

You didn't notice her as she jumped on top of you, you were shocked ofcourse how'd did you not notice her?

„ Nat! Stop scaring me like that Jesus Christ you're going to be the dead of me!” she giggled at you as the book fell onto the bed.

„ sorry baby,..I missed you so much..mwuah!” she kissed you're lips and you kissed her back and pulled away quickly so that you could reach out for your book.

She holds your wrist tightly and you hissed at pain you were about to scold her but she shush you, you thought she was just being naughty, but oh boy she was being serious right now!

She started kissing your neck sucking and biting them as she got to the lower of your chest she gave you a smirk and that click it!...she clearly wants some sex right now.

You gasped as she took of your clothes she knows when it's night you ain't wearing a bra because it's so uncomfortable for you to sleep with a bra.

„ na-nat!” you yelped as soon as she took you're breast into her mouth, she kepts sucking them.

„ be ready malyshka were going to have a long night,

„I won't let you walk for weeks, actually I want it to be a month.” she whispers into your ears and kisses your earlobe.

You whimpers and she shushes you as she put her finger to your mouth to kept you from talking.

„ mommy's want to have a play with her pet.”

„ N-nat..wa-wait...hold-” you got cutt off by her it has been making you blushes since this started.

„ Oh baby..it seems like your body isn't agreeing with you though, just let mommy play with you wouldn't you like that?”

You shook you're head you don't wanna upset your mommy right now, because if you ever did you are gonna have a punishment.

an: Merry Christmas xx this is my gift for you guyz hope you all like it and! I might update on April or March my schedule is very tight to squeeze you guyz

#christmas gift #the black widow #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha x reader #for natasha #natasha marvel #natasha romonova #natasha x fem!reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #the avengers #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel imagine #marvel

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expectos-writings · 1 year

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Hey 👋 can you also do another Bobby Hicks x female reader from the spicy list #34 and #51? Please and thank you 🙏

So it took me far to long to update again but I AM STILL HERE hahaaaa. Take that academic world!

Florida heat (Bobby Hicks x reader)

Word count: 3127

Rating: M

Summary: As an intern for Bobby he has come to appreciate everything you do for him, but when you lay there sunbathing by the pool on a sunny day off he can no longer stop the longing he has felt for you.

Two more days.

You’ve got this.

You try to talk some courage into you whilst getting the cleaning kit out of the cupboard. Some crazy lady dropped some food in the main corridor when she was refused a room. And as an intern, it was now your job to clean it up.

But only two more days.

The internship wasn’t that bad. It got you the college credits you were still missing and you got to spend the summer in Florida, who wouldn’t want that? That, and the fact that your supervisor, mr. Hicks, was very easy on the eye. Bobby usually didn’t take in any students, he was too busy keeping everything on track by himself to train another person. But when he heard how much experience you already had and how far along you were in your study, he decided to take the chance. A pair of extra arms wouldn’t hurt.

But he had not taken into account that you were stunning, clever, eager to learn and most of all… a huge distraction. He knew it was wrong to look at you like that, he was practically your boss. He just couldn’t help his eyes wandering over to you whenever you were standing behind the counter and he was on the computer. Whenever you’d catch him staring he usually comes up with a lame excuse, like ‘I was just making sure you were doing things right’. He knew damned well you were more than capable enough to handle the few people coming in and out every day.

But it never registered that the reason why you always seemed to catch him looking is because you were also constantly looking his way. Whenever he would catch you staring at him your excuse would be something along the lines of ‘I wanted to ask you a question.’, followed by the dumbest possible question you could think of. Bobby never believed that lame excuse, but he never mentioned that either.

Now you were cleaning up the mess that Karen had made. The people here never seemed to have manners. The weather in Florida was always terribly hot, and you could feel a bead of sweat running down your temple to your cheek. The Karen that had made the mess was luckily the only person that had come to the motel today, and the rest of the rooms were empty now. Your internship was due to end just after the high season and the last few days were just cleaning up and getting ready to write a report and go back to school.

Bobby was watching you work from his office. He stood up, pretending he had to fix the wires behind the computer. But really it was just an excuse to watch you mop the floor clean. Your shorts hugging your butt perfectly, your light shirt getting wet from the sweat and moist air… he shakes his head and looks back at the screen. He can’t think of you like that.

You finish cleaning up the floor and stand up. You can feel someone staring at you so you turn around, already knowing it’d be Bobby staring back at you from the doorway.

‘Y/n, working as hard as ever I see.’ He muses.

‘You know it.’ You shoot him a wink when you throw the trash in the bin. ‘Though, today has been quite relaxed. No new check ins, only people leaving. In fact, I’m not sure anyone is staying in the magic castle at the moment.’

‘You’re right, from today there are no bookings. High season is over so I don’t really expect anyone here except junkies looking for a cheep room.’ You chuckle at his words, he cracks a smile in return. You walk over to the counter to get rid of the cleaning utilities. Bobby’s eyes linger on your form for a moment too long, and you notice him staring.

‘So, you have any other tasks for me?’ you ask, your tone playful but also not inappropriate. You walk past him, making sure to brush your bare arm against his. The skin to skin contact sends sparks through your body. When you put the cleaning materials in the lower drawer your eyes move back to him. You can’t help but look at the muscles on his legs, going up into his wide shorts. When you catch yourself staring you blink rapidly to break the contact and move back to the drawer, putting everything back where you took it from.

‘Actually,’ he starts when you stand up, ‘I know tomorrow is your last day. It is also terribly hot outside and there are no guests to help at the moment. I suggest you take the rest of the day off, cool down at the pool, do whatever. If I need you tomorrow I know where to find you, but for now I think you’ve done enough. Thanks for your help.’ His tone was sincere, you had done a great deal of work around the motel in the last few weeks. And you were definitely not going to object to an afternoon off.

So you thanked Bobby an took his offer. The rest of the day went by in a haze. You wasted no time in putting on your swimming clothes and getting situated by the pool. The cool water was very welcome on a day like this. You alternated between cooling off in the water and laying on one of the poolside beds tanning and occasionally dozing off for a bit. Bobby watched you from a distance, seeing you enjoy your free time and catch up on some much needed rest reassured him he had made the right decision in giving you a day off.

It was only when the sun started setting Bobby actually made his way towards you. You were soaking up the last rays of sunshine of the day, eyes closed and laying on your back on one of the poolside beds. It wasn’t until you head Bobby clear his throat behind you that you were alerted to his presence. Lazily you open one eye to look in his general direction. He was standing next to your seat, sitting down on the plastic bed next to you when you acknowledged his presence.

‘So, how did you enjoy your day off?’ Bobby spoke up, starting the conversation.

Your eyes gazed at the sky, the sun was already starting to set.

‘It was nice to enjoy the place a bit before having to leave’ you answer with a smile

‘So… working here wasn’t enjoyable?’ he asked with a smirk.

‘No! I mean, yes it was. I just meant that it was nice to enjoy some time off whilst here, too.’ You quickly defended. Bobby chuckled from next to you as a blush crept onto your cheeks.

‘I was just kidding, darling.’ He said. Your head snapped to look at him at this unexpected term of endearment. Of course, it was a term often used by many people for many reasons. But in your mind you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he meant something more… The blush spreading on your cheeks becomes more of a crimson shade. Would he notice? Oh God… what if he did?

‘I… I think I’m going for a swim.’ You promptly announce.

‘You do look awfully hot.’ He says with a smirk.

You look back at him, having already crossed half the distance to the pool, in complete shock. Why would he say something like that? What is going on? You felt like you had a sunburn. Bobby clears his throat at your awkward expression.

‘From the sun… I mean.’ He adds unconvincingly with half a smile. Words caught in your throat. You wanted to ask him what he meant but at the same time you were convinced your mind was making things up now. Maybe you were still asleep on the lounge bed next to the pool and this was just a dream? You quickly turned your head back to the pool and without a second thought jumped in. the water was colder than it had been earlier that day, but it wasn’t as cold as it would be in the mornings. But one thing was clear now, this definitely was no dream. The need for air became clear after a few seconds, the cool of the water knocked half of the air out of your lungs upon entering the pool.

With your head towards the sky you resurfaces, making your hair slick against the back of your head and water drip down your back. Bobby’s eyes were still focussed on you, his stare burning in the back of your head.

Bobby couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The way you gracefully waded through the water to cool down, the way the last sunlight illuminated your facial features is the most beautiful way… he had grown very fond of you over the time you had worked for him. Too fond maybe… but still his eyes could not look away. You had worked so hard the last weeks, and he had nothing but praise for you. That would definitely reflect in the assessment he had to fill out for you. But he felt a pull towards you. And with the way you looked right now, carelessly wading through the water… Bobby couldn’t stop himself as he took of his shirt and trousers to join you in the water. He wanted to see you like this from up close, knowing it may be one of the last days he had with you here.

Your mind had started to wander in the water. Soon you were to go back to your college, back to your ‘old’ life. Old routines… And by God you didn’t want to. You had enjoyed the work there so much that you’d rather stay here to work. But you also knew you had to get your degree first.

But your train of thought was interrupted as you heard the water splash behind you. You turned around just in time to see Bobby resurface and wipe the water from his eyes and his now wet hair from his forehead. You stifled a laugh at his expression. He looked like a drowning dog.

‘Oh that is COLD’ he exclaimed.

The laugh you held back escaped your throat anyways. Bobby smiled back at you even though he was looking miserable in the cooling water. But then again, it was his choice to jump in. He casually walked over to where you were wading through the pool, his arms crossed over his chest to find any form of warmth.

This, however, left his face exposed.

You waited until he was close enough to you. He was about to open his mouth to make small talk or something, when you caught him off guard by splashing water in his direction, hitting him square in the face.

‘Oh you little-‘ Is all Bobby got out before you did it again. It was good to let some steam off at the end of the day. He took a moment to regain his composure, but when he did it was your time to flee. He kept chasing you around the pool whilst you tried to either swim away or keep him at distance with water. The sun went down quickly and before you knew it the automatic lights of the pool went on due to lack of light. That one second distraction was enough for Bobby to finally catch up with you.

You feel two strong calloused hand grab you by the waist, and you laugh out.

‘Gotcha!’ he says playfully.

You turn around in his grip to face him, your smile meeting his.

Bobby’s eyes drop to your lips, unable to stop himself. You catch the movement and the smile on your lips falters, anticipation pooling in your chest. What was happening? You never expected your boss to feel that way. You had dreamt of it during your internship, sure. But this was different from another daydream you would have whilst lying in your bed.

You hadn’t even noticed the gap between the two of you closing, his lips almost brushing yours but not yet touching.

‘I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.’ You hear Bobby breathe the words out softly.

‘I don’t think I want you to.’ You breathe back.

And that is all the confirmation he needs before crashing his lips to yours.

Time stands still as your hands land on his toned chest, your lips moving together as if they were meant to be. Bobby seemed to have forgotten all about the chill of the water the moment you press your body up into him. The feeling of your thinly covered body pressing against his warming him up from the inside, and some more than that.

But the cool water did affect both of your lung capacities, and the need for air became apparent more quickly than either of you had wanted. After breaking the kiss Bobby wasted no time in trailing his hands up your sides towards your chest, carefully cupping one breast in his hand and tweaking a hard nipple between his thumb and finger. Your breath catches in your throat. The adrenaline spiking in your body from the possibility of getting caught and the thrill of finally having your feelings for your almost ex-supervisor out in the open.

‘Wait…’ you moan out but make no move to remove his hand from your chest, actually pushing yourself into him even more craving his touch. The voice of reason in the back of your head telling you this was risky, unprofessional and the chance of getting caught was high out here becoming softer and softer. ‘Right here?’ you ask Bobby looking up at him with puppy eyes.

‘We could, of course, go up to one of the rooms, but the motel is empty. No one will be around here anytime soon’. He smirks down at you. ‘Or is that just what you wanted? Doing this here? You’ve thought about this before haven’t you.’ He stated with a smirk. He could read you like a freaking book. You start to blush and the words to deny his statement get caught in your throat. Of course you have thought about this happening, but never in your wildest dreams did you dare to imagine it coming true.

Your silence is confirmation enough for Bobby to know he’s right. He leans down again to capture your lips with his and you return the kiss enthusiastically. You feel his hand move down from your waist to your thigh, grabbing the soft flesh there. You get the hint and jump up wrapping your thighs around him. Bobby walks both of you over to the side of the pool, your back now pressed against the impossibly cold stone wall. At the cold hitting your back you let out a moan, the burning fire in your body clashing with the contrast of temperature.

Bobby pushed you against the side of the pool tightly, harshly rutting his hard cock into your pussy. Your head falls back in a moan when you finally felt some friction where you needed him most.

‘Look at you, so desperate for me.’ He says. You move your head back forwards, kissing him deeply, all teeth and tongue. His hand moves down to more the bottom of your swimming attire to the side, his fingers brushing along your folds along the way. You break the contact between your lips so suck in a sharp breath.

‘I’ve never done this before.’ You whisper against his lips as he starts playing with your clit, exposed to the cool water now. He looks at you questioningly. ‘In a pool, I mean.’ You clarify.

‘Well, There is a first time for everything right?’ he says moving his fingers from your clit to your entrance, feeling how wet you were already for him. His fingers slid into you with ease. You were so wet he could add a third finger without much resistance. ‘So ready for me… do you want my cock?’

‘Yes’ is all you can moan out when he adds friction to your clit by pressing his palm into you.

‘You have to use your words, darling. What do you want?’ he asks again. Your eyes bore into his, both of your pupils dilated with lust.

‘I want you to fuck me, right here right now.’ Your say grinding your pussy up into him. You push just hard enough to brush against his cock and he lets out a surprised gasp at the unexpected friction.

‘You think you can take me?’ he asks, pulling down his trousers and pulling out his cock. He was now retracing the movements he did earlier with his fingers with his cock, sliding the blunt tip over your clit for a while and the moving it to your aching cunt.

‘Pleaaseee’ is all you get out.

‘Ever so eager’ Bobby laughs and moves to push himself inside you. The water of the pool splashes around you as he sets a relentless pace. He also had to hold back for a while, his thoughts about you during your internship were not all that innocent either. Now that he is finally buried inside you his mind completely fogs over, just taking whatever he needs from you in the pool.

You see his brows furrow in concentration as he pounds into you roughly, taking whatever he needs from you, and it is the hottest thing you had ever seen. You feel the heat in your belly start to spread to all parts of your body and you knew you were getting close. Bobby could feel it too, the way your cunt tightens around his cock, dragging along his shaft in the most perfect way.

‘Cum for me, baby.’ He whispers in your ear, accentuating each word with a thrust of his hips. The sound of his laboured breath in your ear in combination with his words was enough to push you over the edge. The fire now burning in your entire being, eyes closing as the feeling of your orgasm washed over you. The way it made you clench down on his cock was enough to send Bobby over his tipping point too, finishing with a few stuttering thrusts.

As you both came down from your high the cold of the water and evening air really hit. Bobby felt it when you started shuddering, still in his embrace.

‘Maybe…’ you started in a whisper, ‘we could go inside, it is still early.’

Bobby quickly redid his and your swimming attires and wasted no time carrying you out of the pool and back to his room.

#Bobby Hicks #Bobby Hicks x reader #Willem dafoe

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Two Sides of The Same Coin - Chapter 33: "Come Back...Be Here"

"I told myself, don't get attached, but in my mind, I play it back, spinning faster than the plane that took you..."

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

“Fury just called. They’re taking off right now- he won’t be able to update us after that.” Sam barely even acknowledges Steve's update, downing the rest of his glass. “Sam? Are you alright?”

Sam exhales roughly as he pours himself another glass. “I’m really not in the mood for stupid questions, Steve.”

“Alright,” Steve nods sympathetically. “You know, regardless of how things turned out, you made a real difference in her life, Sam.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Sam bitterly scoffs. “Now, I’m just another person that just abandoned her. We’re all just more people that abandoned her.”

“No one abandoned her- she knows that.”

“Really? Because she stood right in front of me, begging me not to let them take her away. I failed- that’s why she was taken, because I failed. I think that's the very definition of abandonment.”

“Sam-”

“I really just want to be left alone right now, Steve,” Sam grimaces, cutting whatever pep talk Steve prepared off.

“Okay, I’ll be here if you want to talk,” Steve mumbles, putting a hand on Sam’s shoulder as he walks away.

And for Bucky, even though it's only been a few short hours, he can feel your absence everywhere.

He took off after Fury escorted you out of the building. There were no other words exchanged, he could barely breathe as Steve tightly gripped his shoulder to keep him from going after you. There was no point. Fury was right, you could run, and maybe the two of you would be okay for a little while, but he was outmatched against the resources and SHIELD's never ending reach.

So he got on his bike and drove away. He didn't think about where he was going, just that he couldn't stand to be in the place you were just ousted from.

He ended up in front of your old apartment with Sam, his jaw clenched so tightly that he had to turn away from the building. He drove away the second the tears started forming in his eyes. And like the universe was trying to tear him up a little bit more, he sees the dive bar he took you to that night. It almost breaks him- thinking about the morning after when you'd danced with him.

It was like some twisted, masochistic trip down memory lane.

For a while he got off his bike and just walked the city streets, but even that reminded him of you. The taxi cabs and busy streets, he kept watching them as if this were one of the many romantic comedies you'd forced him to watch and you'd suddenly step out of car stopped in the middle of traffic and tell him that you'd never leave him. But this wasn't a movie, and you weren't coming back.

Even on his way back inside the building, he walked right by your little garden where you'd spent so many beautiful days with him and his eyes burned with unshed tears- it already looked like it was dying without you.

He just keeps waiting, waiting for you to walk around the corner, for you to sneak up on him, for you to just be there- even though he knows you won't.

He's not sure what's worse, the fact that your presence is there even though he knows you won't be, or it all being gone like you never were there. The latter is worse, he decides. It would be worse to pretend like you were never there. It's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all, he remembers hearing from somewhere.

Walking down the Compound corridors, the large windows that line the walkway bring in no light. It's almost like when his Sunshine disappeared, so did the world's.

It was the only part of today that made any sense to him, the dreary, dull world reflecting his own now that the person he loved most was gone.

And, fuck, if it isn't even harder to walk into his room. He can still smell your flowery perfume lingering in the air. He half expects you to be there, laying in his bed, mumbling incoherent phrases as you sleep next to him. He wonders if he'll ever be able to sleep in that bed again.

He can barely stand to be here as it is, you've only been gone a few short hours, and it's like you're haunting him. Everywhere he looks: the windowsill you liked to sit at, his plant that you helped him keep alive, the flowers on the nightstand that came from you.

You're everywhere- and absolutely nowhere.

What sets him off is the journal that just lies there on his dresser. You were so protective of it, and you'd just left it lying there in his room. It was yours, entirely you, your bucket list, your runaway thoughts, everything- and you didn't even get to keep it.

He knows in that very moment that he can't do this. He can't be here without you, he can't have all these memories and feelings to face alone. You have to come back. You have to be here. He looks at your journal one last time. And he does what you would do, he takes another momentary pity party, another moment to feel sorry for himself, then nods determinedly.

He's going to get you back.

He walks through the halls looking for Sam, he'd know what to do. Hell, he's probably working on a way to get you back already. He finds Sam in your room, all your belongings still in the exact same place you left them. It looks like all the life has been sucked out of the room, and he finds Sam sitting there in almost complete darkness. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“What do you want?” Sam grunts.

“I want to know the plan.”

“What plan?” Sam exhales in annoyance.

Bucky's taken aback for a moment, but recovers just as quickly, reminding himself that right now he has to be the strong one for you. “How we’re going to get her back, Sam. We’re not just going to let her take them to God knows where, with God knows who. She belongs with us."

“Yes, we are,” Sam replies unexpectedly.

“What?” Bucky falters, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion. “What are you even talking about?”

“We’re not going to do anything. We’re not going to interfere anymore.”

Bucky shakes his head- he's clearly not hearing Sam right. This is not the Sam that you nor him know- that Sam would fight for you with everything he had. “I don’t understand the words you’re saying to me right now.”

“I’m saying that the asset is safer away from New York. Away from the Avengers.”

“She’s safer with us. With the people that know and love her.”

“The asset-”

“If you call her an asset one more time, I’m going to put your head through the wall,” he snaps. He realizes that isn't what you would say or do, but he brushes off that minor detail- it just sounds so wrong. Like you're not a real person, he can expect that from SHIELD, just not from Sam.

“She’s better off," Sam grunts, standing up off your desk chair and walking out of your room into the hallway. Bucky steps in front of him, keeping Sam from walking away. "We were just going to get her killed,” Sam sneers, doubling down on the sentiment.

“That’s not true,” Bucky fumes, pushing Sam into the wall.

“Really? Because she almost died a month ago. She almost died taking a bullet- for you,” Sam accuses, pushing Bucky back.

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow at Sam, slowly putting the pieces together. And when the realization hits him, his wide, brokenhearted eyes snap up at Sam.

And it all suddenly makes so much sense.

The last month, how you said you thought Sam was pulling away from you.

How you thought he was acting strange all the time.

How, even before Fury told them the news, Sam wouldn’t look at you.

Bucky sucks in a breath, “You knew." Sam remains completely silent, keeping his eyes down and away from Bucky’s intense glare. He takes Sam’s long silence as his answer. “How long- How long did you know?”

“What?”

“How long did you know?” Bucky repeats, malice dripping from his voice.

Sam takes a long, deep breath before speaking. “Nick warned me about the evaluation after she got shot. Seems like that was the last straw. They decided 2 weeks ago,” Sam mutters, eyes staring down at the floor.

Bucky shakily exhales, stumbling back in shock, feeling Sam’s words like a fresh slap in the face, like salt was being poured over his shattered heart. “You let them take her from me. You knew- you knew and you said nothing!”

“There was nothing I could do! They’d already made up their mind.”

“We could’ve figured it out together,” Bucky shouts.

“There was nothing to figure out!”

“You lied right to my face- right to her face! What happened to honesty? Telling each other the truth, huh? You looked her right in the eye and told her everything was okay. How is any of this okay?”

“She’ll be alive. Safe.”

“Why?” Bucky whispers, the pain of the heartbreak and betrayal constricting his airway.

“She’ll be alive- that’s what matters,” Sam glowers.

“But why did you let me think that we had a chance!” Bucky thunders, his shaky hands running through his hair. “Do you know how fucking stupid I feel right now?”

“Bucky…”

“I can’t believe this. I can’t believe you knew and you let me think we were going to…”

“I’m sorry. I-”

Bucky raises his hand to cut him off. “I know I, uh, I don’t really have a leg to stand on with disappointment and- and letting people down, but I have never, ever, been so disappointed in you.”

“Bucky, I’m-”

Bucky exhales in disbelief one last time, staring at his best friend who just lied to him for the last month. He shakes his head, blindsided by this new revelation, “I’m going to get her back- with or without your help.”

Sam doesn't have anything to say, he doesn't try to stop Bucky as he storms away from him, he just walks back into your room, slumping back down on your desk chair.

He's not sure how long he sits there, keeping himself from playing it all back, trying not to think about the moment he'd turned his back on you. His heart just keeps breaking, over and over.

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bangtaninborderland · 2 years

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So you know how you said you were tempted to make a pegging chishiya story… plz I need this in my life.

I’m Sorry this took so long ! I hope you enjoy this!

Lots of smut and a subby chishiya.

Please understand I am updating as fast as I can!

Chishiya X Reader || Take it all for me.

Chishiya finally walked into the room after being at executive meetings all day. His stoic face transformed into one holding a small smirk.

“Someone’s happy to see me.” You breathe wrapped your arms around his neck, despite him being short he was still slightly taller than you.

As usual he didn’t vocally respond but you could tell he was happy from the way his hands grabbed your waist.

After a few minuets you pulled away, he sighed at the loss of contact and you laughed at the now whiny boy.

Chishiya was a complicated person, around everyone he was always so calm and collect but with you it was different, he was soft and very submissive. This was yet another thing that made you so interested in him, the first time he had shown his submissive side you had been shocked, floored even.

Nevertheless you grew to love that about Him, it allowed you to be yourself.

“Come here.” You command, sitting on the bed. His movements are quick as he eagerly raced to your lap.

“I missed you baby.” You sigh running your hand through his perfect golden locks.

His face grew red as you whispered sweet words to him.

He pulled you closer placing a small kiss on your lips, his smile breaking the loving contact between you both.

You wrapped your arms around him, the faint smell of lavender washing powder filling your nose.

After a moment you sensed he was ready to let go and you released him, another thing you loved about him was how well he listened and behaved. He was never rude to you the way he was to everyone else.

You watched him rubs his fingers against one another his mind deep in thought.

You rub his now shaking leg trying to calm him from whatever his troubles are. “What’s wrong pretty?”

He shrugged his shoulders, his mind working to formulate a good enough answer.

You sighed. “Tell me now.”

You hated being so forceful with him when it came down to your emotions but you knew despite his calming features and still face he would have began to panic in his attempt to come up with the best answer.

He doesn’t look up at you as he mumbles his worries. “Last ask you said if I didn’t .. like you know… then I would get a prize but I didn’t.”

You grab his chin turning his head to face you. “Tell me properly.”

His eyes wandered but they refocused on you as you nudged his chin once again.

“Y-you said that if I didn’t…. Cum.. then you would give me a prize.” You chuckle at both his shyness and his curiosity.

You relaxed his chin, his embarrassment clearly at a good enough level.

You stood up, pulling his head against your abdomen. “What do you think your reward should be.”

You feel his breathing quicken against you as his fingers draw sloppy circles around your thighs. “Well.. there was that thing that I wanted to try..”

You try to hide your smile as the hushed words escape his mouth.

Despite knowing the answer it always was fun to tease him. “What thing?”

He whined lightly as you rugged gently on his hair. “You using the other t-toy in s-side of me.”

You leaned down, pulling his hair back allowing him to kiss you once more before releasing him.

You mumble as you walk away from him towards the bathroom. “I’m going to shower when I come out I expect you to be on the bed with nothing on.”

You didn’t really want to shower, the idea of pulling Chishiyas clothes off one piece at a time drove you insane to the point you was unsure if you could control yourself but you knew he would need some time to relax himself before he took you.

You didn’t take long letting the water prepare your body for the desperate man waiting your approval. Your excitement was difficult to maintain.

Once you returned to the room you was pleased to see him laying across the bed, the thin sheets draped over him. His eyes were wandering, letting you know that he was nervous.

You giggled and he turned to look at you for a second before turning away quickly. The fact you was naked only made him more shy.

“You look good like that.” You whisper as you climb on top of him.

His breathing staggered as you placed kisses down his body, your lips dragging across his skin only seemed to make him more excited as his obvious bulge grew against your thigh.

“I want it” Chishiya moans as his hand grips your hair pulling you closer to his mouth.

Despite the fact Chishiya was overly submissive he had a rare dominant side that only showed itself in moment where he truly was desperate.

You nodded at him and patted his leg, signalling for him to turn over. You grabbed the strap on and slid it onto your body. The first time you had done that you got completely tangled and you and Chishiya both spent the better half of the night laughing. You smiled at the past memory before turning your attention back towards Chishiya who had followed your instructions and turned over.

You grabbed the small bottle of lube that you had discovered in the medical room a week ago and spread enough over the strap.

“Are you ready?” You lean closer to him, the strap pressing against him made him shiver.

He nodded his head but you didn’t move, he knew this meant you wanted a much more vocal answer.

“Y-yes i-mmm ready” his quiet stutters only turned you on more.

You made a pleased whine before aligning yourself against him, you rubbed the tip up and down a few times spearing the lube over him before slowly pressing the long cock inside of him.

It felt euphoric as his moans grew, his hands clenching the sheets and his hips slowly rocking back.

You stopped moving inside of him, instead letting your hands reach underneath him to find his solid member that had already began leaking with beads of pre-cum.

You wrap your hand around him and begin to massage the tip as you continue to push inside of him.

“Ah too much! Wait! It feels too good.” His hands reach back to move yours off his sensitive parts but you force them away, using your free hand to land a slap on his thigh which caused another deep moan to escape his lips.

You ignore his pleas and push the remainder of the dildo inside of him as your fingers speed up as they run around his tip. Chishiya was shaking beneath you, his strength disappearing with every stroke into him.

“You’re such a good boy for me” you whisper as you focus your attention onto his ass.

The room is filled with lewd sounds and Chishiyas breathless moans as you force yourself into his tight hole.

You drag your nails down his back making him shake, you could feel his cock twitching in your hand.

“How does it feel baby, tell me.” You tease him despite the fact you know how close he is to Cumming.

You reach further down between Chishiyas legs to massage his balls, this seems to drive him insane as his hips buck against you.

His hands flail around as whines fall from his mouth “Don’t I’ll cum”

You laugh, your voice dark. “Who said I didn’t want you to? This won’t be our last round you know?”

You thrust inside of him roughly, your hand palming his tip.

You felt his whole body tense against you and you sped your strokes up, your skin hitting his faster than before, his moaning turning you feral.

“Cum for me!” You shout placing another slap on his thigh.

It doesn’t take much more before he is shaking, your hand becoming covered in his Cum. His body collapses beneath you.

You gently remove the toy from inside of him, he makes small whines as the overstimulation from the movement grew too much for him.

“You did amazing baby.” You whisper placing a kiss on his back.

He mumbled under his breath but before he could begin his sentence you cut him off by pulling his body around to face you. “I said you did amazing, I never said we was finished.”

His eyes filled with shock but the smile on his face only confirmed your thoughts.

He wasn’t ready to finish either…

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A/n: I’m so sorry this was awful I hate it so much I wrote it in like 30 minuets I haven’t slept since Saturday so I’m going to sleep for days now. (Im kidding I’ll be uploading tomorrow!!!)

YES I AM BACK WRITING! I have a break until the 19th which is my final exam!

I had my results for my law class today and I got a 98% which is the highest in my class!

Anyway. As always. I appreciate everyone! I reached 100 followers today and I’ve never felt more accomplished of the small family that’s being built on my page.

I hope someone enjoyed this!

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itstimetoduell · 2 years

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Asdfghjkl I hope this is a reader insert blog bc if it is I'm very excited!! If this prompt is inspiring for either of you, could we get something where Yami develops feelings for Yugi's friend (the reader) and his yandere urges starts spreading to Yugi, or maybe Yami tries to convince Yugi to give into his own yandere feelings for the reader, I just love the idea of Yami kinda "corrupting" Yugi and the reader getting caught up in it, ya know? If this doesn't inspire either of you, feel free to just give some general Yandere headcanons or something, I'm okay with anything! Thanks in advance!

-💙 anon~

Yami corrupting Yugi

Warnings: small mention of stalking (?), Small implication of NSFW, murder,

Notes: no because I LITERALLY LOVE THIS IDEA?? LIKE AHHH I imagine Yami would do this, so thank you so much for requesting! ❤️❤️ Also yes this is a reader insert blog! And it’s also a character x character blog too!^^

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I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG?!?! I had this biggest writers block EVER but finally it's done 💀💀

Made by: Mod Yugi, with the help of Mod Yami

It was late at night, Yugi was just laying on his bed doing his usual thing, stalking your social media of course! He felt Yami's presence also staring at his phone. All was good until he saw it, the photo that shattered his heart into millions of pieces, the photo of you and your significant other.

Yugi felt so many things run through his head at once, he couldn't think straight. His stomach started to hurt, next thing he knew he was sobbing into a pillow, he dreaded the day you'd get a significant other who was someone other than him, he had a feeling that this was bound to happen eventually, but why does it hurt so much?

After a few minutes it was quiet, with Yugi occasionally sniffling from his crying, after a few seconds, Yami broke the silence.

"Crying won't fix anything, Yugi."

Yugi looked over at him "W-what did you just say.." he said, wiping tears off his face. "You heard me, you're really going to sit here and cry and let this happen?" Yami said, staring at Yugi and the pillow he still held tightly. "Well.. what can I do?! She looks so much happier with them!" He started, "way happier then she is with me.." he mumbled, looking down at the pillow he was sobbing into. "There is something you can do, Yugi." Yami said, smirking, "Get rid of the issue."

Yugi stared at him confused, he had a feeling about what he meant by "the issue" but.. he didn't mean- "..what do you mean..?" He hesitantly asked, "I believe you know exactly what I mean, Yugi." Yami said, so it was Yugi's suspicion.. "Yami.. I can't! I can't hurt someone! You know how I hate fighting and violence!-" Yugi started to ramble, as much as he wanted to hurt the "issue", he couldn't, especially with how short he is.. Yami got close to Yugi and whispered, "Well I can." Yugi stared at him puzzled, followed by a "..huh?" Yami sighed, "Do you want Y/N to be with someone who could hurt her?" Yugi shot up in a panic at the thought of someone hurting you, "No! Never!" he yelled, "Then we need to fix it, I know they're a horrible person, and I know you know that too." Yami said sternly, "Besides, why would you feel bad for someone who would hurt Y/N?" He asked, Yugi looked down again, and thought for a moment before sighing, "I guess you're right.." Yami smiled, "I'm always right."

Yami then took control, he quietly went down the stairs, not to wake up his grandpa, he went to the kitchen quietly, grabbing a large kitchen knife, Yugi started to panic, "Y-Yami! What are you going to do with that?!" Yami smirked, "Yugi, this is how you deal with that issue." Yugi was scared, but he trusted Yami, but he didn't know he'd do this.. he quietly made his way out the door, "Where are we going?" Yugi asked, but Yami didn't reply. He just walked with his head down, clenching the knife hard, Yugi debated on asking if he was okay, was he also upset about the whole ordeal? Only god knows what he'd do with that knife..

Yugi was confused, he didn't recognize this path, where are they going? What were they gonna do there? "..Yami.. what are we doing here?" Yami seemed to snap out of his anger, as he went to the window of the house and looked inside. "Look, that's why we're here." Yami said in anger, Yugi went blank, he just stared through the window, anger boiling inside him, it’s been a long time ever since he felt this way. Even Yami couldn't believe what he saw, they both stared into the window and saw Y/N and that menace doing.. well.. spicy activities.

Now, Yami knew what he was doing, making Yugi look through the window, purposely making him mad, and possibly driving him to "deal with the issue", but he wasn't expecting this, not at all, but he knows he can use this to his advantage. They both sat there, waiting for the two "love birds" to be done, once they both stopped, that was Yami's que.

He allowed Yugi to take control, next thing Yugi knew, he was standing outside the window, knife clenched in hand. He jumped at the sight, nearly dropping the knife, "Yugi, calm down!" Yami scolded, whispering so they wouldn't be heard. "Now, what you're going to do is look inside until you see Y/N leave." Yami instructed. Yugi hesitatingly nodded, he carefully looked through the window, and after many minutes of worry of being seen and Yami having to snap him out of his fantasies with you, you finally got up to another room and he heard the shower running, now was his que.

"Yugi, now." Yami instructed.

In one swift motion, he opened the window and jumped into the room. He saw that menace who took his Y/N, "Who the fuck are you?!" They screamed, Yugi just glared at them, raising the knife clenched in his hands. "Do it Yugi, kill them." He swore he heard Yami say, and he did just that. In one quick motion to the stomach, they were dead on the bed.

Yugi smiled at his work, he at first had doubts, but that did release some anger he had, a lot actually. He felt Yami was proud of him also, "Good job Yugi, I'll take it from here." He said, taking control. They were both surprised Y/N didn't hear anything, but that was a good thing, especially now that "the issue" is gone.

..until they heard the door creak open..

Yami turned around slowly, seeing a frightened Y/N, "..What did you do.." you stuttered out, he slowly approached you, trying to not seem as frightening as you made him out to be. No matter how much he tried you knew one thing, you had to run.

You swiftly turned around and ran, you didn't exactly have an escape plan, maybe the front door? Yeah, that'd work.

The house seemed so much bigger than before, the front door seemed so much farther now, every turn and step was filled with adrenaline, it was almost hard to control.

Yami nearly didn't make it, until Yugi took control, he was able to jump on you just in time. You screamed and thrashed in his grip, you nearly had one of your wrists out of his hands until Yami took control again, what's with this man and constantly switching?! Due to his strength, he was able to knock you out and he carefully picked you up.

"And that Yugi, is how you take care of "the issue"."

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multifandomrandomgirl · 8 months

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The Ropes That Bind Us - Peter Tork x Female!reader PART 13

A/N: Apologies for taking so long to update, I've had a lot on lately! I also apologise for how short this chapter is.

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Taglsit: @strawberry-sunset-skies

“Shit.” Peter mumbled as he dropped an egg on the floor, creating a mess. He had decided that he wanted to make some cookies to try and cheer Y/N up, however, his track record in the kitchen wasn’t the best and Mike had told him multiple times that he wasn’t allowed to even look at the oven.

Peter tried to clean up the egg on the floor but he leant down too far and tripped on his feet and ended up lying down on the floor, covered in egg and flour. He lay defeated in his failure to bake cookies, he groaned slightly as he realised how useless he seemed to be and his brain wandered off to thinking about how the boys and Y/N would be better off without him and replacing him with someone who could cook.

His thoughts were interrupted as Y/N walked through into the kitchen, she gave Peter a funny look before placing her glass down and lying down next to him on the floor, twisting her head to see him properly.

“What are we doing, Pete?” Y/N asked, blindly grabbing his hand that layed flat on the floor, she hadn’t noticed, but Peter’s cheeks had been iced by a slight blush when she touched his hand.

“Um, I tried to make you cookies but I slipped on some egg I spilt and now there’s flour in my hair. I’m really sorry.” Peter mumbled, her grip on his hand changed and she rubbed her thumb over his knuckles comfortingly.

“Hey, don’t apologise! Anyway, you look kinda adorable with the flour in your hair.” Y/N giggled shyly, she scooped some of the flour out of his hair and put it on his nose. “And now, you look even more adorable!” Peter hoped that she couldn’t see him blushing furiously.

“Hey! I’m going to get you for that!” Peter stood up and grabbed a handful of flour from the bag on the kitchen counter and threw it in her hair as she stood up. Y/N grabbed another handful of flour from the bag and threw it at Peter.

Soon enough, it looked like it had snowed in the kitchen, Y/N pulled Peter down and they both laid back on the floor amidst all the mess from their fight. They were laughing hysterically, Y/N then lifted her hand into the air slightly and threw up a pile of flour.

“It’s snowing, Pete!” She giggled as they both got hit in the face by the flour falling back down on the floor. She stood up quickly before Peter was able to catch any of the falling flour and get her back.

In the corner, a very unimpressed Michael watched along with a Davy and a Micky who had been told to not join in. They watched Peter take a step forward, standing face-to-face with Y/N. Actually, their faces were very close.

“Ohh, do you think he’s going to finally kiss her?” Micky gasped fondly as they watched their bassist look down at Y/N.

“Who cares? I’m going to stop them, my poor kitchen!” Michael said, rolling his eyes at Micky’s childishness. Micky let out another gasp as Peter lifted his hand and dumped the entire rest of the bag of flour on top of Y/N’s head. They both laughed.

“That’s it. I’m going to give them a piece of my mind.” Mike stomped over to the kitchen, Micky and Davy followed him. “Peter and Y/N!” He boomed. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Making it snow, duh!” Y/N giggled as she gathered some flour off of the floor and dumped it in the guitarist’s dark locks. Mike’s eyes turned almost murderous, all three of the other Monkees took a few cautionary steps back, Y/N was completely unfazed by Michael’s bad temper.

To everyone's surprise, Mike started laughing. They looked at each other, nervous. They all started awkwardly laughing along with the Texan.

They all helped clean up the mess, Micky wasn't all that helpful as he continued to throw flour at Davy.

Once they were done, all five of them piled onto one sofa together and flicked on the television, some random old film popped up. The five watched the film intently. Mike was squeezed right at the end of the sofa, Davy and Micky took up a good chunk of the middle, and Peter and Y/N sat at the other end, Y/N was cuddled into Peter, trying to take up as little space as she could.

The bassist and the girl both found the film extremely dull and had fallen asleep partway through, as had Mike who had no interest whatsoever in the film. Micky and Davy were still wide awake and were giggling at Peter holding Y/N as they both slept.

“We need to figure out a good way to get them two clueless sods together.” Davy whispered to the curly-haired man next to him.

“We do, and fast. They need to sort themselves out because they’re so evidently in love with each other but they’re both too dumb and blind to see it.” Micky whined, glancing over at the sleeping duo again. “It’s actually getting on my nerves, it really shouldn’t, be I’m just annoyed because they could be happy together sooner and then we wouldn’t have to watch them be this damn adorable or watch them pine for each other all the time. How the hell do we get them together?”

“I have no idea, but we need to think fast, we need to get them together. I want them to sort their shit out. How oblivious are they?” Davy sighed, glancing back at the television.

“We’ll come up with a plan, we always do.”

#peter tork #davy jones #michael nesmith #micky dolenz #the monkees #peter tork is so adorable omfg

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dayslikecrazypaving · 2 years

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Fic: Under the Weather

Leela/Narvin domestic fluff - rated G

Leela felt as if she’d been used as a chew toy by a less than friendly swamp monster. The doctor Romana had insisted on seeing Leela had told her she had “influenza” - something that wouldn’t even tax the Gallifreyian physiology but had laid her in bed for a week. She hadn’t been this unwell since she was a child. She’d not been able to walk , run or visit more than her bathroom this last week and cabin fever was truly setting in.

Romana had come as often as she could, but her duties had drawn her away. Trade negotiations for TARDIS components were ongoing with several nations, which required tact, delicacy and much to Leela’s dismay, most of Romana’s time. She was proud of her best friend's commitment and diplomatic skill, and would never have asked her to compromise her position in the discussions, but Leela was also feeling rather lonely and sorry for herself. Self pity grated on Leela’s nerves almost as much as the forced confinement, leaving her frustrated and overtired.

On the eighth day she felt well enough to decamp to her living area, dragging her bedding to form a pseudo nest amongst the chairs in front of the video screen. Unexpectedly, the door chimed, which was strange as Romana simply breezed in, knowing her presence was always wanted. Arming herself with her blanket and her knife (which had been stored in the bedding) she answers the intercom. Narvin’s fretful face stares back at her. Leela sighs, rolls her eyes and unlocks the door with a dramatic sniff.

Narvin fastidiously removes his shoes, and sets down a large utilitarian hamper inside the entrance to find that Leela had shuffled back to her temporary base camp without even saying hello.

He stares at the sorry sight which greets him. Leela looks more miserable than he has ever seen her, with red rimmed eyes, a pallid complexion and very angry, runny nose. She’d ensconced herself in several woollen blankets and was cradling her most currently favoured knife, which she’d obviously kept close. He’d intended to come in and accuse her teasingly of laziness, but her obvious suffering stopped him short.

Instead, he tries a more gentle tack.

“How are you feeling?” He starts, but he sees her telltale scowl begin to form, and continues “never mind, silly question. Romana asked me to come by, as she’s been delayed. I’ve been away for a few days - and I’ve returned with something for you.”

He sees Leela’s head rise from the edge of the sofa and her eyes follow him as he nervously potters around the room. With a glance back at her he retrieves the hamper and gets to work.

“Romana had sent me reports of your illness - goodness knows where you caught that from” he rambles, pausing to haul the hamper onto the work surface, “she always updates me when I’m away” he continues offhandedly despite Leela’s eyebrows raising considerably, “but I thought since my work took me to the outlands anyway I’d make use of the local resources.”

Now Narvin had Leela’s full attention. She watches in disbelief, sniffles temporarily forgotten, as he opens all her kitchen cupboards methodically. He withdraws a large copper pan and utensils, and one of her best cooking knives. It’s a testament to how much their friendship has grown that she allows him to use these precious things without question.

Inside the hamper was a full spread of Shobogan crops, mainly root vegetables and herbs. As though following a mental map, Narvin lays the contents out, washing each one methodically and begins to chop each one meticulously. Leela is enraptured. What he’s making are Shobogan dishes and Leela recognises them as such as his preparation continues. Her jaw visibly drops as she realises he has both harvested this food for her and learned to prepare it from the Shobogans themselves.

She cannot believe this is the same timelord she first met, who was pompous and conceited with xenophobic views aplenty. Now here he is, shirt sleeves rolled up, preparing a stew and steeping a brew as though he’s been doing it forever. She shuffles till she is standing next to him and leans heavily onto his side and shoulder as he works. She presses a chase kiss to the top of his arm, and croaks quietly.

“Thank you Narvin, I have missed these foods”

Today apparently the wonders never cease, as the Deputy Coordinator of the CIA blushes as he realises he’s been rumbled, and there isn’t a way he can bluff knowing these recipes in advance. He presses his cheek to her forehead in silent acknowledgement. She thinks the ghost of a kiss might have brushed her hair line but she cannot be sure. Her apartment smells wonderful, and her limbs feel heavy as the aroma of the herbs seep into the atmosphere. He works in silence as cleans up the mess he’s made as the food cooks.

Eventually, Narvin steers her to the dining table and serves up a hot bowlful of vegetable stew. She sips mindfully, savouring both the soup and the domesticity as he busies himself portioning the rest of the dish for later. Preparing an insulated flask she has never seen before, he fills it with the brewed herbal tea and places it beside her makeshift bed.

Tutting to himself in the manner he usually reserves for poorly formatted documents he rearranges the blankets so they look more bed-like and less of a jumbled mess, carefully setting her weapon beside the tea. He turns around to find Leela fast asleep on the dining table. Suppressing a worryingly fond smile, Narvin half lifts and half walks her back over the sofa. Tucking her in, with blankets up to her chin, he pauses as the space between his hearts aches in a way he hadn’t expected. As quietly as he can, he leaves her to sleep.

#leela/narvin #gallifrey audios #big finish gallifrey #i love them your honor #big finish #otp: my dear sweet leela #my attempted fic

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reidsnose · 3 years

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overview: the team cant help but notice reader and spencer's obvious affections towards eachother, so they start keeping track.

genre: fluff

a/n: i think this is cute can u tell i love mutual pining lmaooo but yeah this is a short one sorry anyway lmk if you guys like it :)

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everyone had their little thing that stayed on the jet. go bags come and go, hell, even agents come and go. but for their time being, everyone had a jet item that never left the plane.

for morgan it was his soundproof headphones. for hotch it was a very specific notebook. for you it was a small pillow that you adored. so on and so fourth

for spencer it was his blanket. his and only his because everyone has icky germs and a blanket lays all over someone when they sleep its a microscopic bloodbath. and he did not need any of that. he kept it on his unassigned assigned seat and would take it with him to sleep on the jets couch seat. so it really only ever touched him. it was his blanket that he never ever shared with anyone ever.

except for when he shared it with you.

one time, after a case that was particularly draining for you, he insisted you take the long seat on the jet so you could try and get some decent sleep. and you were out like a light but it looked to be a very uncomfortable slumber. your face was contorted with worry and your shoulders shook slightly every so minutes when a shiver would run down your spine. the jet was pretty cold and you looked like you could really use a comfy, warm blanket.

he pondered it for a second. did he mind your germs? no, not really. should he mind them? yes. but he doesn't. for whatever reason he would even be completely ok with you using him as your own personal blanket. he felt his cheeks heat up at the thought of being so physically close to you.

wordlessly, and selectively oblivious to the confused stares he was receiving from the team, he walked over to you and draped the blanket across your body; pulling it up to reach your neck and ensure maximum warmth. after all, humans lose 90% of their body heat through their head and neck. immediately the shivering stopped. you snuggled it closer and he couldn't help but smile watching you quickly find peace and comfort.

jj nudged Emily who cocked an eyebrow at Derek who smirked at Rossi who tapped hotch and they all took a second to watch the scene unfolding at the front of the jet. they could tell Spencer was already smitten before he even figured it out himself. they had their suspicions for a while, and morgan now owes prentiss $5, because this act of affection was confirmation enough for all of them.

Spencer felt a warmth grow in his chest, something he really only felt when he was around you. or thinking of you. or talking to you. basically, having anything to do with you. so he stifled his smile and went back to his seat, opening up his book and trying to ignore the teams eyes boring into him.

when you were shaken awake you were warm and safe and everything smelled like Spencer. and then you recognized Spencer's blanket had been draped across your body and you were holding one of the corners close to your chest. smiling at the mere thought of spencer, you looked up and were met with a smirking Derek.

"come on pretty girl, you're the last one on the jet again," he chuckled, helping you up.

"you can go without me i need to grab my things," you yawned.

he nodded and walked off leaving you alone with Spencer's blanket. you folded it neatly before placing it on Spencer's usual unassigned assigned seat.

the next time you guys were heading home on the jet you could tell Spencer was visibly very tired. a perfect coincidence set up by God himself to help you repay him for letting you use his blanket. you watched him scrunch up his cardigan countless times trying to make it a pillow comfortable enough to sleep ok but it just was not working. though, it was adorable watching his curls bounce around with each movement of his head, you wished some peace would grace his features once again.

you simply couldn't watch him struggle anymore so you walked over to him, gently lifted his head, and placed the pillow beneath it. he looked up confused but when he saw it was you and realized what you were doing he gave you a smile that made you melt.

the team once again took notice of this and started keeping a track of you guys in hotch's notebook. anytime you two did something couple adjacent, a tally mark would be made and bets were even placed on how many tallies it would take for you guys to realize your feelings. Derek told Penelope about it when they landed (because she was originally the one who had been trying to set you two up together from the moment you walked into the bullpen) and she had to be lead into another room to squeal. she was given an update on the tallies after each flight and often gave her own observations when you were all in office.

and so, they watched as you gave each other the blanket and pillow, brought one another coffee, read to each other, left work together, listened to each others none sense ramblings, hugs lingered, hands touched, smiles radiated, eyes met. they were rooting for you nerds to finally realize you were in love.

after one case, you had gotten a little bit injured. nothing major, just a cut on your hand after tackling the unsub, but it was enough to make Spencer fret. it was dangerous, and you shouldn't have been there alone. it could have ended so badly. but he couldn't even be mad at you. so you sat next together on the jet, silent and thinking, just glad to be in each other's presence. Spencer saw your eyelids drooping, looking more adorable than ever to him. he took the blanket that was bunched up next to him and draped it over the both of you.

you smiled at him, taking the pillow from behind your head and handing it to him.

"no you were using this." he whispered.

"its ok ill use your arm instead." you sighed sleepily, snuggling into his arm.

the two of you were bright red and absolutely soaring from being this close. dopey smiles were etched on both of your faces.

"how many is this?" prentiss asked, looking expectedly at hotch.

"this would be number..." he scanned the pages in his notebook, "87"

"for a couple of profilers they sure are bad at seeing the signs," Rossi chuckled.

they looked over and watched as Spencer pressed a kiss to the top of your head before resting his own on it as you snuggled closer to it.

"make that 88."

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jaesqueso · 3 years

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Diggity (m)

originally posted by @nctdream

pairing: construction worker!jeno x fem!reader (special guests: nct dream)

summary: you’ve been checking out the construction workers across the street and you know they’ve been checking you out too, except one of them, so why do you want him more?

word count: 1,991

warnings: oral sex (giving), fingering, unprotected sex (when in doubt don’t go without!), a little bit of voyerism/exhibition kink

a/n: so I finally gave in and wrote about construction worker!jeno... this is not proof read cause I am LAZY, but I’ll do it tomorrow so apologies in advance for any errors and inconsistencies... ANYWAY, please do give me some feedback! ❤ update: now proof read

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

“Good morning ma’am.”

You gasp and widen your eyes as you open your front door.

“I’m very sorry to bother you this early. My name is Jeno, I’m working in the construction site across the street and we could use access to your balcony because of some cables. Would that be ok with you?”

“S-Sure.” You gulp as you stutter the words.

You step to the side to let the man in and run your hands through your hair trying to tame it down and make it look like you didn’t just get up.

“This should be very quick.”

You nod and lead him to the balcony. You stay inside and watch as he does his business, biting your lip and tilting your head as you take in his manly figure. His amazing biceps uncovered by the rolled up sleeves of his t-shirt that is just tight enough for you to get a glimpse of his incredible torso. His pants that, even though they’re baggy, are able to showcase his bottom specially when he leans forward. And last but not least, the way his dark locks perfectly fall on his handsome face that looks even better up close. Yes up close, because you had already done a lot of sight seeing from afar.

“Thank you for kindness ma’am,” he interrupts your thoughts as he walks back in your house. “I will have to return at the end of the day to remove the cables, is that alright?”

“Of course.” You lead him to the front door and couldn’t help watching him as he walked away.

You shake your head and get in the shower. As you come out you put on some comfortable yet formfitting clothes in anticipation of the promised second visit. You grab your laptop and sit in your living room to try and get some work done. Well, as much as the view from your window allows you to.

You close the door and take a deep breath. You walk to the bathroom and almost scream when you see your reflection in the mirror. When Jeno knocked on the door you were still laying in bed, half asleep, so you quickly got up putting on a robe that was laying around, that thankfully covered your short pajama shorts. What an embarrassment letting him see you like that.

The construction had started a few weeks before and from day one you noticed the team of very attractive guys that worked there. You called them the dreamies because there hasn’t been a single night where your mind didn’t drift off to them while your hand slipped inside your underwear. But out of all seven of them the one that got your attention was the same that stepped inside your house today.

While the others obviously took some extra breaks to glance at your yoga poses, that you may or may not do way too close to the balcony glass door, Jeno always seemed to mind his own business and for some reason that turned you on even more.

You spend your day dividing your attention between the computer were your work was not getting done, the clock on the wall the made every second seem like an hour, and the dreamies across the street working hard…

Finally the most expected knock on your door, but this time you make sure to check yourself in the mirror before opening it.

“Good afternoon ma’am.”

“Please, call me Y/N.” You smile and let him in.

You lead him to your balcony and just like earlier in the morning you stay inside admiring him. How come he looks even more luscious after a hard day at work, sweat dripping down his forehead and arms. You decide to go get him a towel determined to prolong his stay as much as you can.

“Y/N?” You hear him call as you approach the living room.

“I’m sorry, here.” You hand him the towel.

“Thank you.” He smiles as he takes it and cleans off his face down to his neck.

You gulp as the whole thing just looks way too sensual for your own good.

“Can I get you a glass of water?” You ask already moving to the kitchen.

“It’s alright, I don’t want to bother.” He tries to say but you’re already coming back with a full glass.

“It’s really no bother.” You smile and feel your heart beat faster when his fingers brush in yours as he takes the water and drinks it down in one gulp, exposing his thick neck as he tilts his head back. “Please, take a seat.” You gesture to a chair on the dinning table.

“Oh I should get going, I’m sure you have other things to do.” He hands you back the empty cup.

“Please, I always have time to help out a hardworking man.” You gently place your hand on his arm and bite your lip as you feel his muscles flex under your touch.

“You are very kind.” He smiles and takes a seat as you sit down too.

“So, how’s the construction going?” You mentally slap yourself for not being better at small talk, what kind of question is that?

“It’s going good.” He starts but then you see a grin appear on his lips. “Even though my colleagues keep getting distracted by something across the street.”

“Oh really?” You smile and lean closer. “Don’t you get distracted by it too?”

“Can’t say I don’t,” he leans in too, just inches away from your face, “I just try not to make it obvious, I don’t want to scare it away.”

“Don’t worry,” you get up and straddle his lap, “she’s not scared.”

You close the distance between you finally getting a taste of his lips. His strong manly hands grab your waist to pull you closer as he kisses you back. There’s a sweet yet salty taste on his lips that you’re sure you’ll remember forever. You wrap your arms around his neck as the kiss deepens and slowly grind on his lap.

His lips move to your neck and a small whimper escapes through your mouth as you tilt your head to give him more access to explore. You grip on his shoulders for support as his hands move to your front to cup your breasts. You thank yourself for choosing not to wear a bra today.

Jeno quickly gets annoyed with your shirt getting on his way and almost tears it away from your body taking a nipple in his mouth. You bite your lip to contain your moans, embarrassed he’s driving you this crazy when you’ve only just made out. While he’s busy with your boobs you keep moving on his lap happy to feel something growing under you.

You gently push him back and he looks at you confused thinking you perhaps want to stop. You get up from his lap only to kneel between his legs.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says as you unzip his pants, “I’m all sweaty from the day.”

“Like I said,” you lick your lips as you release his half hard member, “I always have time to help out a hardworking man.”

He groans as you take his dick in your mouth. You bob you head up and down taking your time to taste every inch of his length. One of his hands caresses your hair still allowing you to define your own rhythm. You look up at him and almost cum right there at his piercing eyes that make you want to submit and allow him to do everything he wants with your body.

You feel him get harder inside your mouth but as you speed up your movements he grabs your hair and pulls you up to his face, grip strong enough to manhandle you but not enough to hurt you.

“As much as I love seeing your mouth full with me, there’s somewhere else I’d like to fill you in today.” Jeno takes your breast back to his mouth as he pushes the remaining clothes off your body.

Seeing him fully dressed while you’re totally naked makes you feel so vulnerable and for some reason that makes you crave him even more. But, hell with it, you don’t know when this type of fantasy can come true again and you’re not about to waste the opportunity to memorise every part of his body.

You tug on his shirt and he helps you remove it while getting up from the chair. You bite your lip running your hands through his defined torso as he pushes the rest of his clothes down. He leans in to kiss you again. You press your body against his, feeling his hot and sweaty skin against yours.

Jeno breaks the kiss and looks you deep in the eyes as he licks the palm of his hand. You keep your eyes on his as his hand moves down your stomach to your core. You gasp as his fingers rub between your folds spreading your wetness all around and he smirks satisfied with the effect he has on you.

His lips return to yours as two of his fingers slip inside you. You moan into the kiss tugging your fingers on his hair. Once he can’t hold it anymore he removes his fingers from you, parting you mouths to lick them clean, and then tugs on your thighs signalling you to jump on him.

You wrap your legs around him, grabbing his shoulders for support. Your lips meet again and you feel him walk around the room. Only when you sense a cold surface hit your back you realise he’s pushing you against the balcony glass door where you daydreamt about this moment so many times before.

You moan as he aligns his tip with your entrance and slowly pushes in. Never in your imagination you predicted him to fill you in this good. He starts pounding into you and you lean your head against the door. Jeno takes the opportunity to attack your neck again making sure to leave his mark here and there.

You are amazed with the power of his thrusts, they are so raw and rough but at the same time feel so warm and gentle. You’ve never been fucked like this before and, well, you always want to from now on.

That familiar heat builds up in your stomach and you tighten your grip on his shoulders, unable to control the moans and whimpers that leave your mouth.

“You’re gonna cum for me?” He groans in your ear, his own breath getting heavier.

“Yes!” You almost yell. “Please cum with me.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

His thrusts quicken, hitting you harder and deeper and in no time he’s cuming inside you. While he’s riding his high he takes a hand to your clit rubbing it just the right way to push you over the edge as he’s name leaves your mouth in a final loud moan.

He holds you up for a while, kissing you again. Then he removes himself from you gently placing your legs back down.

“Do you want to take a shower?” You ask as your breathing returns to normal.

“Only if you join me.” He smirks.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You wink taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom, bodies already craving for a round two.

⭐︎

“Why is Jeno taking so long?” Mark asked as the dreamies packed things up to leave.

“The cables are done, he should’ve came back already” Chenle said.

“Maybe he got stuck with something,” Haechan suggested, “or someone.”

“No way that happened!” Jisung claimed in disbelief.

“Yo guys!” Jaemin shouted. “They’re doing it against the window!”

Everybody hurries over to make sure this is really happening.

“I knew he could do it!” Renjun threw his fist in the air. “Everybody pay up, I accept cash only!”

#cznnet #nctcreations #kpopscape #jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #gimme gimme feedback #thanks for reading

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Million Dollar Man | Chapter Four

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, discussion of previous sexual relationships with older men (big age gaps), kink talks, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), fingering, 69ing... its really dirty i hope i got it all

word count: 3.8k

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and Saturdays

Chapter Four | Masterlist

Waking up beside Spencer is an absolute blessing, he is the most tender and loving man in the whole world and she’s never going to get enough of him. He snuggles so tight, he holds her just right and he’s just big enough that she fits against him like she’s always supposed to have been there.

Her alarm goes off at 10:30 and he doesn’t even budge, she struggles to get out of his grasp to turn it off before he just pulls her right back in.

“I could get used to this,” she coo’s as she relaxes back into his embrace.

He kisses the back of her neck and one of his hands cups her breast. He runs his nose along her skin as he takes it all in, “I can come back every night.”

“Okay,” she smiles at the thought. “Are you coming with me to Brookfield today?”

He hums, “I have something to pick up first but I’ll be back to pick you up.”

“Do you want to meet Craig?” She asks nervously, knowing he knows.

“I’m not sure,” he’s honest. “It’s weird thinking he’s slept with you and he has a thing for my mother.”

“As weird as it was, I don’t regret it, he was really lonely after Patsy died and hadn’t slept with anyone in years,” she explains it again to him, it’s easier than the first time.

“I’m not judging you,” he whispers before kissing her again.

“I know,” she rolls over while still in his grip, pressing her chest against his and kissing him quickly before remembering her own rule, “pretend it’s still dark out.”

He laughs, “was he at least good to you?”

“Are you really asking me if the old man I fucked was good in bed?” She rolls her eyes with a laugh, “it was fine, I was used to just laying there and taking it back then.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes for her past experiences knowing he can change them and that she's content with them, “can I make it up to you?”

“It's not my birthday,” she teases him once more.

“Then why are you in your birthday suit?” He kisses her neck as her back arches, giving him the access to do whatever he pleased.

This was her favourite part of sleeping with him, he was handsy and he kissed everywhere. He was so tentative, he was gentile and sensual and she loved him. The way he kissed her body, his hands on her back as she arched, grinding against him as his leg slipped between hers.

“Daddy?” She’s already breathless as she anticipates whatever he’s going to do to her.

He hums, “what baby?”

“Can we try something?” She looks at him with puppy dog eyes, wanting more of him and knowing exactly how to get it.

“What?” He looks from her eyes to her lips and back.

She smirks, “lay back?”

He does as she asks and she makes a quick move to straddle him, reverse cowgirl, and it makes him gasp. He hooks his arms under her legs and pulls her hips towards his face as she grips his cock at the base.

She’s never done this before, excited to finally experience her two favourite things at once, with her favourite person. Taking him in one go down her throat as far as she can, he moans against her thigh as he works his way towards her dripping core.

He pulls her in closer, burying his tongue inside of her as she swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, stroking what doesn’t fit in her mouth. She moans around him as he sucks her clit into his mouth. When he slides a finger into her, she gasps as she runs her tongue along the shaft, “more please, daddy?”

He adds a second finger and curls it with each thrust, she strokes him in time with his fingers rubbing her tongue on the slit, pushing him closer and closer and closer until he’s moaning into her cunt as he finger fucks her relentlessly.

She cums on his face with a quake, her whole body shaking as she sucks one of his balls into her mouth and keeps jerking him. He cums over her hand then, finally releasing her clit from his mouth, they both sigh as they come down from their highs.

She rolls off him, feet on her pillow and hand cupping her own breast as she tries to catch her breath, “yeah, I can get used to waking up next to you.”

—

“Bullshit!”

Y/N reaches for the apparent 3 4’s that Craig dropped in the pile, filling them to see he was indeed truthful and handing them to Diana. “You’re slacking today.”

“I do so much better when I don’t know who he is,” Diana smirks as she takes the cards.

“Speaking of,” she smiles to herself as she looks through her own cards, “your son, Spencer, is coming to see you today.”

“How do you know that?”

“I might be dating Spencer,” she scrunches her face in anticipation of her reaction.

“Really?”

She nods, a smile building on her face as she starts to feel a bit flustered, “yeah, I met him last year and we’ve been friends for a while but it’s getting serious, so I thought I’d tell you.”

She’s quiet as she thinks about it and Y/N’s anxiety goes to full blast, “I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” Diana asks.

“For not telling you and pretending I don’t know him,” she's quick with her response. “He knows we know each other from your notes but we didn’t talk about it until last night, I feel so bad keeping that from you but I've known him the whole time.”

“I was going to introduce you to each other in the hopes you would take care of him, you’re wonderful and he needs someone who he doesn’t have to look after. I’ve thought you would be good for him for quite a while actually,” Diana compliments her with a smile. “Try calling bullshit on that.”

It makes her laugh, leaning over into Diana’s space as she wrapped her arms around Y/N, “well as good as I am to him, he’s even better to me.”

Holding Diana was nice, she missed her moms so much that it was a good substitute until she saw her own again.

“How did you meet?”

Y/N pulls back with a stutter, “uh, well we met online actually and he took me to dinner and we got to talking and we’ve been really good friends for a while, he uh, he’s the reason I’m getting my book published.”

“Really?” She blinks a few times the way Spencer does when he tries to absorb information.

She wasn’t dumb, she knew her son had money and he was a lot older than her and that meeting on the internet isn’t as innocent as it sounds.

“He’s my best friend.”

She smiles again, “that’s the key to a successful relationship.”

Craig was quiet the whole time, staring at his cards and drinking his water while they talked. “For what it’s worth,” he adds, “I think he’s lucky to have you, you’re a good woman.”

Y/N’s so busy looking at Craig with a smile that she doesn’t notice Spencer walk-in or the way Diana gleams at him. He walks up behind her and rests his chin on her shoulder, “Hey, pretty woman.”

She jumps slightly before laughing, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek quickly, “hey mom,” he makes his way from Y/N to Diana.

Hugging her quickly before coming to sit beside Y/N again, he notices Craig too and waves, “nice to meet you as well, sir.”

She analyzes his face as he looks at Craig, worried that he’s going to go full alpha male and start a fight or something crazy like her old boyfriends would. But he smiles and he’s calm, he holds her hand and they play another few rounds of cards and it's like they’ve all been friends for years.

Visiting hours are about to come to an end when Spencer finally brings it up, “how would you feel if I moved to LA for a little while?”

She’s really confused, “are you getting a transfer at work?”

“No, Y/N has a job offer and I’d like to go with her,” he’s honest with his mom, it’s easier than with anyone else. “I’ll travel here whenever you need me, and once a week just to say hello.”

“Or I can finally go back to Vegas,” she says it like she’s been thinking about it for a while. “I miss my friends and my sister, Spencer.”

“And I’m thinking about moving there as well so my pneumonia isn’t as bad this winter,” Craig adds, sitting closer to Diana than before and taking her hand.

Spencer looks very uncomfortable and Y/N can feel it radiating off him, “my moms are also in Vegas, it would be nice for all of you to be close.”

“I think that would be nice,” Spencer agrees, “and then we can just take a short trip to Vegas once a week to visit with you.”

“That would be lovely,” Diana smiles, “even on my bad days I don’t forget who Craig is to me, I know he’s my best friend in here and I’m really glad you’re comfortable with this.”

Spencer smiles, it’s awkward for him to know everything that he knows, and by the way Craig looks at him, he knows Spencer knows.

“Please, just take care of her,” is all Spencer has to say to him. “I’ve already been to prison once.”

“Spencer,” Diana scolds him while trying not to laugh at the absurdity.

“I’m kidding,” he smiles, “I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“It’s only taken us 30 years,” she reaches out a hand for Spencers, “but we did it.”

It’s a beautiful moment that Y/N gets to witness, she holds a hand to her heart as Spencer wraps his arms around his mom. She was doing amazing, she was happy and even happier that Spencer was happy.

“We did it,” Spencer agrees, holding her close, always a mama’s boy at heart.

—

They stop at his apartment on the way home, he needed some things for the next 2 days and his suitcase for this weekend. His apartment was always so dark and cold, the green was beautiful but it was far too sad. It didn’t feel like Spencer, it didn’t have his energy or personality, it was just a few walls and a bunch of books.

She sits on his couch and touches her necklace, remembering when he gave it to her and how she thanked him. He was rummaging around in his room without her, leaving her with time to just think about sucking him off on this couch, being between his legs, the feeling of him in her mouth, knowing she already had him this morning but she still wants him again.

She gets up from her seat and walks into his bedroom, pushing him up against the wall, he’s a little startled but he smirks, “what?”

“Is there a word for ravenous for dick?” She teases.

“Horny,” he responds with a giggle, “ovulating? Frustrated, deprived, desperate... slut.”

“I like the last 2 together.”

“What else do you like?” He whispers as she leans in to brush their noses together, “we’ve never discussed your needs, you’ve always just asked about mine, but this isn’t all about me.”

“It was when you were paying me,” she rationalizes, “I’m pretty basic, I’ll try anything once.”

“But what do you like the most?”

“You,” she’s honest. “How big you are for one, the fact you can just throw me around like a rag doll if you wanted… I like your hands, and your mouth and I like how you talk, I like how sweet you are, I like how we could do the dirtiest fucking things in the whole world with each other. I like that we could do the roughest, kinkiest and most intense scenes and yet I’m completely safe with you.”

He swallows and his Adam's apple bobs right in her view, she can’t help herself from kissing his neck, licking along the pulse point before sucking a deep purple mark into his skin, “what do you like besides me?”

“Praise,” she whispers.

“Good girl.”

“Mild degradation,” she kisses his neck again and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Spanking, raw missionary and messy kisses,” every new thing comes with a kiss as her hands reach down to palm him through his slacks, “pleasing my partner, knowing you get off to me, watching, being watched, belonging to you.”

He takes her chin in his hands and makes her look up at him, “in what sense?”

“Mark me, claim me, breed me,” she whispers and his eyes darken, she swears there is a growl that leaves his throat.

“I want everyone to know I’m yours, show everyone who I belong to, let everyone know only you can please me and show them that no one is better for me than my daddy.”

“You’re evil saying all this knowing I'm not going to fuck you yet,” his voice has never been this low, his eyes are black and the grip he has on her is so tight it makes her gasp.

“You asked,” she smirks, “and if you expect me to be an obedient little submissive, you’re very wrong. "

He gulps and the mood changes very quickly.

"I’m a brat and I’m a switch, and I have more control here than you do.” She tightens her grip around his cock and he whimpers, “that’s what I thought.”

She undoes his button and takes him out, licking her palm while making eye contact with him, she then wraps her hand around him and pumps up and down his shaft. Gathering his precum that’s collected from simply listening to her, his hand on her chin had made its way into her hair and his other grips her hip tighter than ever before.

“I want to fuck all day long,” she whispers, leaning in more and brushing her bottom lip against his, “I want you to come and find me when you’re bored and just bend me over and take me, I want to just sit on your lap while to read and ride you, I want to fall asleep with you deep inside me and wake up full of your cum.”

He tosses his head back against the wall, groaning as she slows her movements. She drags her hand up, squeezing at the head as he thrusts back into her hand, all she can think about is how good it’s going to be when he’s pushing inside of her, not just in her fist.

“Does it feel good, daddy?” She teases him again, “are you thinking about my tight little pussy? Hmm?”

“Gonna cum,” he whispers.

“I don’t think that's how you ask.”

His hips sputter as he fucks her hand, “please, mommy?”

It’s so unexpectedly hot she clenches around nothing, aching for him with how horny she is, she drops to the floor, wrapping her mouth around the head, he cums within seconds. She pumps every last drop onto her tongue before standing and connecting their mouths once more, swapping his cum back into his own mouth, but he doesn’t swallow.

He simply picks her up and tosses her onto the bed, pulling her jeans and panties down and off one leg to expose her dripping pussy. He lifts her hips and spreads her open, running a finger over her clit before spitting his own cum into her.

It’s such a sight, she gasps at the feeling. It’s so hot and wet and then he’s pushing it in with two fingers and fucking them into her. Rubbing her clit at the same time, she cums by surprise, it’s so intense all she can do is grip her breasts and wrap her legs around him for support. She trembles, moaning and whining as he keeps going, curling his fingers just right to rub her g-spot and keep the sensation roaring as long as she lets him.

She lives in the feeling as long as possible before it starts to get to be too much, “okay,” she’s breathless and exhausted, lying there with her eyes closed when he pulls his fingers out of her, falling asleep from how relaxed her whole body is.

—

Spencer was in her bathroom brushing his teeth for the night while she slipped into her PJs.

She felt giddy, like a kid on Christmas Eve, thinking about how exciting tomorrow would be that the prospect of sleeping seemed almost impossible. She couldn’t wait to hold him and snuggle him and feel the way he kisses her shoulder when he rolls over. She loves him so much that sleeping beside him is almost more important to her than anything else they do together.

Because when he sleeps, his guard is down. When he sleeps beside someone, it’s because he’s truly and fully safe with them. He’s told her about all the people he’s slept with, how many of them didn’t stay the night and how many he’s walked out on. She knows he’s not a fan of sleepovers from his childhood and he’s never been in a long-term relationship to even consider sharing a bed with someone before her.

In the beginning, he didn’t want to sleep beside her because he knew he’d catch feelings, she understood and so they bought a pull-out couch for her apartment. He would sleep in her living room and she would lay awake in her bed thinking about how much better it would be if she could cuddle with him until she drifted off to sleep.

She crawls into her bed and watches the bathroom door as she rubs hand lotion into her skin, hoping he actually comes back to her like he promised and doesn’t retreat to the living room. She smiles at him when the door opens and his sight goes right to her wrists as she smoothes the lotion over her skin.

“I forgot to give you your present today,” he gasps and rushes to his suit jacket in the closet.

He comes back to bed with another box, “how much jewellery are you going to buy me?”

“Two more of the gifts are jewellery,” he smiles as he opens the box for her.

It’s a silver bracelet with diamonds and Rubys in a heart shape, like the necklace in pretty woman turned into a bracelet. It’s so pretty she doesn’t know how to react, “you’re crazy, you know that?”

He nods with a smile, “crazy for you.”

“Don’t,” she raises her brows with her pointer finger raised, shushing him. “You know what being all lovey-dovey does to me, and I'm tired.”

It makes him laugh, “I’m just going to leave this on the dresser.”

She takes it from him and stops him from getting up, “no, I’ll just leave it on here, just get into bed, please?” She moves it to her night table and pulls the sheets back so he can get into bed with her. She turns off the lamp on her night table and watches him lay back on his side of the bed.

She snuggles into his chest and places her face in the crook of his neck. Holding him as close as humanly possible, he smells like home and safety.

“I love you so much, Spencer,” she whispers it, feeling very needy and emotional and she has no idea why.

He simply kisses the top of her head while soothing his hand over her back, “I love you just as much, Y/N.”

It was rare for them to use each other's real names, so much of their time together was spent in silence but when it wasn’t, they referred to each other with a long list of different pet names. It made it less personal, it kept their real lives separate and created a world where they just existed with each other.

A world where he wasn’t Spencer Reid with 3 PH.D.s, a drug problem and a sick mother. When he was with her he was just a guy who liked to explore. He was her buddy who took her to museums and concerts, he was her daddy who held her hand when they walked to the park together to play chess, he was her sweetheart on nights when he cried and needed some love.

Tonight he’s just Spencer.

He’s everything he’s been before and nothing like his old self all at the same time. He’s constantly having a breakthrough, he’s broken through ceilings of grief and trauma, grown past the names he’s been called and adjusted to the fact this is how his life is and he's not as evil as he thinks he is.

He’s happy and content. He’s so much different now than how he was when she met him and while he likes to thank her for that, he always had the power to get here. It was a long road to recovery, he just happened upon her on the path and brought her along for the journey and now she’s never going to leave him.

“Are you crying?” He asks, bringing her back to reality to notice that yes, she is indeed crying.

She nods and sniffles, wiping her tears with his t-shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”

“Hey,” he pets her hair and waits for her to look up at him. “What do you say when I apologize for crying?”

“Don’t apologize, your feelings are important to feel so you can move past them,” she whispers the mantra her parents raised her on, something that really helped him.

“I'm not crying because I’m hurting,” she whispers. “I’m crying because you’re not anymore.”

“What?”

She realizes it comes out weird, “I’m proud of you, and I’m happy that I get to love you now.”

“How long have you loved me?” There’s a small sadness in his voice like he wishes he could have moved faster for her.

“Since you told me you’d help me get my book published just for going to museums with you,” she whispers, “because you saw me as talented and worthy of greatness and you wanted to help me succeed instead of wanting to pay me to suck your dick in a more legal way.”

“I was in it for a friend,” he’s said it before, “it was easier to pay someone to hang out with me than stumble across someone who would understand me this well.”

“I can’t imagine you just going to a park and striking up conversations with someone,” she laughs, “I think it was just meant to happen like this.”

He sighs, “I’d do it again.”

“What?” She’s too tired and sad to follow his train of thought.

“I’d go through all the pain and trauma again, exactly the same way if it brings me right back here. Right to you.”

She pulls back from his neck and connects her lips to his faster than ever before, kissing him deeply as she cries again.

“I love you,” she whispers against his lips between kisses, he whispers it right back.

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celestial-kit · 3 years

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When He Sees Me

Pairing: Kirishima x f!reader

Warning: NSFW, Minors DNI, Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Penetration, Just general sex I guess

As a waitress in a diner, it wasn’t uncommon to have regular patrons. You often saw a group of nurses come in for mimosas and pancakes after finishing a night shift, a pair of retired old men who set up a small, mobile tv to watch old movies while slowly eating their lunch, and a gaggle of grumpy middle aged women who always tip you with spare change and life advice. One regular that you always look forward to seeing is Pro-Hero Red Riot. He started coming by the diner a few months ago, looking for a quick meal after finishing a long patrol and, even though you could tell he was tired, he greeted you with a big, toothy grin and introduced himself as Kirishima.

Since that first night, he started regularly eating dinner at the diner every Monday, always sitting at the same table in the back of the restaurant and always looking so happy to see you. He took the time to ask how you were doing, he was patient and kind when you were having a particularly busy shift, and he always tipped very well. He was, undoubtedly, your favorite customer.

This Monday, you were surprised to see that Kirishima wasn’t alone when he walked into the diner. Standing next to him was Pro-Hero Dynamight, wearing his signature scowl as he looked at you with annoyance. You had to admit, you were a little frightened to see him in person. He was rather intimidating and it was a stark contrast to Kirishima’s disarming nature.

Kirishima saw you freeze as his best friend gave you a death glare. He rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned down and gave you a sympathetic smile, “Don’t mind him, he gets hangry. Can we have my normal table?”

“Sure!” You squeak nervously. You grab two menus for the large men and quickly walk them back to their table. After they’ve taken their seats, you whip out your notepad and pen. “Can I start you with something to drink?”

Kirishima gives you a smile as he looks up into your eyes. “I’ll just have water. How’s your night been?”

You can feel your cheeks warming up at his attention. He was always so genuine when he spoke to you, with his head resting on his fist and looking at you like you’re the only person in the room. You meet his eye contact and tuck some hair behind your ear as you reply. “It’s been good. A little slow, but that just means I have more time to read between tables.”

His eyebrows rise at that. “Oh? What are you reading?” You open your mouth to respond, but you’re interrupted by a cough next to you. You turn your head and see Dynamight with his arms crossed and his death glare now focused on Kirishima. You quickly realize that you never took his drink order.

“I’m so sorry! What can I get you to drink?” You respond hastily. Without looking at you, he grumbled a low “Water” and you left to get their drinks. As you came back, you could see them both leaning over the table and whispering about something.

“Just tell her, idiot,” Dynamight whispered loudly to Kirishima as you set their water on the table.

“Tell me what?” You ask, innocently looking at Kirishima. His face went almost as red as his hair as he waved his hands in front of him.

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it,” he laughed as he looked pointedly at his blonde friend. Dynamite groaned at this, clearly annoyed with this interaction.

“If you don’t tell her, I will. I’m sick of you talking about it all the time,” he crossed his arms again and looked at Kirishima with an eyebrow raised, daring him to take on his challenge. Kirishima looked horrified for a split second before he looked at you and ultimately looked away, a soft blush painting his cheeks as he started to speak.

“I have a little crush on you,” he admits, making Dynamight snort. Kirishima frowned at his friend before he continued, “Ok, it’s not little. I think you’re beautiful and you’re all I can think about. Can I take you out sometime?” He finally looked up at you, hopeful and nervous after his confession. You stared at him with your mouth agape as your face started burning up. You were shocked that he felt this way, but you weren’t displeased. You always thought that Kirishima was handsome and you loved the brief amount of time you got to spend with him each Monday.

As you tried to wrap your mind around the situation, you could see Kirishima’s face fall. You realize that it had been a minute and you still hadn’t responded to his question. “Yes! Of course, I’d love to! Are you free Friday?”

Kirishima’s face brightens at this, excitedly saying, “Really? Yeah, let’s do Friday!” He stands up with a big grin on his face, raising his hand to high-five his friend, and starts to walk out of the diner, with Dynamight following closely behind. You gawk at them as they push the door open to walk out onto the sidewalk.

“Wait! Aren’t you forgetting something?” You giggle as the redhead turns around, looking as if he had an epiphany and starts walking back to where you're rooted at his table.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughs sheepishly as he pulls out a large bill from his wallet and places it on the table, presumably to pay for the water that neither of them drank.

You blink before you push the bill back into his hand and say, “No, don’t you need my phone number?”

Kirishima blinks back at you and nods, pulling his phone from his pocket and handing it to you as a fresh blush paints his cheeks. You giggle again as you input your number, acutely aware of Kirishima staring over your shoulder, his large frame invading your space. You hand his phone back to him with a dizzy smile, his hand brushing yours as he takes it from you.

Kirishima meets your eyes and flashes you another smile, “I’ll text you!” And then he was out the door, meeting up with his scowling friend and walking away from the diner.

Kirishima did, in fact, text you. During the days leading up to your date, you spent every spare moment you could texting each other, updating each other throughout the day of what you were doing and texting late into the night, getting to know each other. You also swapped photos back and forth, nothing raunchy, just little snapshots of your day. You would send photos of you curled up with your cat, cooking dinner, drinking wine. He would send photos of himself at the gym, walking with Dynamight, and showing himself looking bored as he filled out paperwork.

One picture in particular had your mouth going dry and your stomach doing flips. Around midday on Wednesday he sent you a picture of him sitting on top of a criminal, pinning him to the ground with one hand on the back of his head, the selfie taken at an angle above Kirishima’s head and showed off the sweat stuck to his brow as he grinned proudly at the camera. You zoomed in on the picture, admiring his pectoral muscles and chiseled abs, imagining how it might feel to have him pin you down like that. You texted back a simple “Be careful!” before rushing to the restroom in the diner to splash cold water on your face.

When Friday came, you were eager to see Kirishima. It had been a while since you had been on a date, so you took your time getting ready, sipping on a chilled glass of wine to calm your nerves. The restaurant you agreed to meet at was close to your apartment, so you knew you could walk there and didn’t need to worry about driving. When you arrived, you could see Kirishima already at a table, wearing a simple white button down tucked into black slacks. A few buttons were undone at the top of his shirt, showing off his pecs and some of the black hair that littered his chest.

When he saw you walking up, he broke out in a massive grin, standing up and wrapping you in a warm hug, landing a quick kiss on your cheek. He pulled away, still grinning, to pull out your chair for you to sit down. Your cheeks were burning red from the affection as you sat down and said, “Thank you.”

Kirishima sat across from you and took the time to look you up and down as you started perusing the menu. His gaze swept across the gentle features of your face, admiring the curve of your lips which was accentuated with your lipgloss, and continued to move his gaze down past your exposed neck to land on your cleavage. Your dress loosely fits your curves, and he can’t help but stare.

The rest of your evening seemed like a blur, you and Kirishima falling into a rhythm of talking, laughing, and drinking. Together you share a bottle of wine, various appetizers, and, at one point, shots of tequila. You were feeling warm and giggly from the booze and the company, it felt nice. Under the table, Kirishima had kicked out his long legs and intertwined them with yours, playing footsie as he looked at you dreamily. The waiter eventually interrupts you to ask if you would like dessert. You and Kirishima share a look before he declines the waiter's offer. As Kirishima pays the bill, you reach across the table to graze your fingers over his knuckles, gently asking, “Want to have dessert at my place?”

Kirishima’s hungry, red eyes meet yours at your suggestion and he simply nods before throwing some money on the bill and grabbing your hand to pull you out of the restaurant. You lead the way down the street, walking swiftly with Kirishima’s hand on your back, keeping you close. When you get into your apartment elevator, Kirishima doesn’t hesitate to grab your face and crash his lips to yours. It feels as if the events of the week have been leading up to this moment, and the release of tension between the two of you has you moaning into his lips.

The elevator ride is short, and you’re pulling away from him before you really want to to lead you both to your apartment door. You fumble with your keys as Kirishima holds onto your hips, pressing his chest to your back and laying soft, wet kisses to your neck. When your door finally swings open, Kirishima is quick to turn you around, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you as close as he can while he bullies his tongue into your mouth. He blindly kicks your door shut and starts walking you backwards into your apartment, practically lifting you off the ground to keep your mouth glued to his. When he pulls back for air, he can’t help but groan when he sees your disheveled state. You hair is a mess from his hands wandering in it in the elevator, you dress is pulled down dangerously low, exposing more of your cleavage with one strap falling off your shoulder, and your bruised lips are agape as you look at him with glassy eyes.

“You know, I think I changed my mind. I do want dessert,” he states simply before lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and walking through your apartment, searching for your bedroom. You take this opportunity to attack his neck, doing your best to leave your mark on him while your hands fist in his hair.

Before you can do too much damage, you are dropped unceremoniously on your bed, startling your cat who was sleeping peacefully on your pillow. “Sorry buddy,” Kirishima mumbles without looking at the animal, too focused on running his hot hands up your thighs and under your dress. He wraps his strong fingers around the edges of your underwear, pushing his thumb into the fabric at your crotch and feeling how you’re already soaking through your underwear and wetting his thumb. He brings his hand back to examine the glistening digit briefly before sticking it in his mouth and sucking your essence off it, his eyes meeting yours as you gasp his name.

He frowns at the use of his surname. “Call me Eijiro,” he says gruffly.

His tone and intense stare warm you up, turning your cheeks red and filling your stomach with butterflies. “Eijiro,” you moan, as he goes back to rubbing you through your underwear.

“Good girl,” he smirks at you. Then you hear a ripping noise and you realize that your underwear is now just a limp piece of fabric being tossed behind Kirishima’s shoulder.

“Eijiro!” You exclaim, shocked that your favorite pair of panties are completely destroyed. Kirishima just laughs at you.

“Don’t worry, precious. I’ll buy you a new pair.” Then he was leaning in and swiping his tongue across your wet heat, making you gasp at the contact. He uses his big hands to push your dress up past your hips and bury his tongue inside your pussy, thrusting in and out and drinking your essence as you moan his name and grab fistfuls of his hair.

His hot tongue works its way up to your clit, circling it as he moans against you, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. He brings one hand down from your hips and slowly works a finger inside you while you hiss at the stretch. His hands are so big, like everything else about him, and if you weren’t so wet then the intrusion might have hurt. He starts working this finger inside you, thrusting in and out at a steady pace and curling to hit that spongy spot inside you each time. His attention on your clit persists, making you whimper, and soon you can hear the loud squelching noises of his finger moving inside you while you sucks and licks at your clit.

When he pushes a second finger in, you let out a loud moan, throwing your head back and doing your best to buck your hips up to meet his thrusts. He groans against you and uses his one hand on your hip to halt your movements, holding you in place while he starts pistoning his fingers into you. You feel tears beading at your eyes as you start heading towards a familiar cliff.

“Oh god, Eijiro!” you gasp as you near your peak.

Kirishima pulls back briefly, “Cum for me, honey. You can do it. Cum on my fingers.” His fingers don’t relent and his mouth goes back to abusing your clit as you let out a pitiful sob, gushing around his fingers and clamping down on him. He works you through your orgasm, your quiet cries spurring him on as he continues to slowly push his fingers into you.

Eventually, he pulls away, kissing up your body and dragging your dress with him until it is over your head and on the floor. He leans down to place a kiss on your lips while he grabs your breasts and flicks your hardening nipples with his thumbs. You moan when you taste yourself on his tongue and then your pushing at his shoulders so that he’s hovering over you. Before he can say anything, you grab at the edges of his shirt and pull to try to pop the buttons off his shirt. It doesn’t work, so you try again, but still fail.

You pout at his indestructible shirt and he laughs at you again. Then, he sits up and grabs the edges where you had and rips the buttons open himself. You gasp as he shucks the ruined material from his shoulders with a cocky smirk and you reach up to run your hands over his newly exposed chest, admiring the way black hair is scattered across his chest and leads down his abs to below his belt. Your mouth starts to water at the idea of what his pants might be hiding, so you sit up with him to start laying kissing on chest and stomach while your hands work his belt open.

When he’s finally free from his confines, you can’t help but gasp at his size, your eyes widening as you take him in.

He’s thick and long, the weight of him causing his length to fall despite him being fully hard. The black hair that you admired on his torso is neatly trimmed around the base of his cock, which sits directly atop his full, round balls. You clench your thighs together at the idea of him filling you up. Part of you doesn’t think he’ll fit, but another, more excited, part of you is eager to try.

You tentatively wrap a hand around the base of his cock, looking up at him through your tear stained lashes for approval. His hand reaches down to fist your hair, nodding and pulling your face closer to him. You bring your other hand up to wrap around him as well and you poke your tongue out to give him kitten licks around his head. He groans and tightens his hand in your hair, thrusting his hips a little, wiping his head and smearing precum along your cheek. You sit up on your knees for better leverage and bend down to wrap your lips around his head, feeling his fist tighten again as he starts dragging your mouth along his cock.

Kirishima knows he’s big, he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he’s gentle as he fucks your face. When he starts hitting the back of your throat and tears start spilling down your cheeks, his other hand comes up and he uses his thumbs to wipe them from your face and cradle your cheek, feeling the way his length fills your cheeks.

His moans are loud, he wants you to know how good you’re making him feel. He tells you things like You’re doing so good, baby and You’re taking my cock so well. When his moans get louder, you think he’s going to cum, so you twist one hand at the base of him and use your other hand to hold and squeeze his balls. Right when you expect him to finish down your throat, he’s using your hair to pull you back, looking down at your tear stained face while his chest heaves up and down from the effort of holding off his orgasm.

“Don’t want to cum yet. I wanna fuck you,” he says, pushing your shoulders until your back hits the bed. You nod your head like a woman possessed while he kicks his pants off and pulls a condom out of his pocket. You want to tell him not to worry about it, you’re on birth control, but you understand that as a Pro-Hero he may want to take certain precautions. Next time you think to yourself as he rolls the latex down his length and lines himself up with your leaking hole.

When he pushes in, you gasp at the burn of it, and new tears start rolling down your cheeks as he continues to push his monster length inside you. Kirishima knows it probably hurts, but he ignores your weak cries of Wait, you’re too big because he knows that the best way for the pain to stop is to just push through it. When he’s fully seated inside you, he just sits there, leaning down to kiss the tears from your face as you sob weakly. You want him to fuck you, but the stretch of him is making you clamp down so hard that he’s unable to move from his spot inside you.

“Relax, baby. You gotta stop clenching,” Kirishima says through gritted teeth. He looks as if he’s in pain, too.

“I can’t,” you say. “You’re too big, Eiji. I can’t do it.” You let out another broken sob, wishing your body would listen to what you wanted. Kirishima didn’t say anything, he just leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth again and making out with you to distract you from the pressure of his length inside you. His lips moving against yours have you warming up again, and you can feel yourself flutter around his length, your wetness giving him enough lubricant to slowly pull out and push back in at a shallow pace.

When you start moaning at this action, Kirishima takes this as a cue that you’re feeling good, you want more. He leans back from kissing you and grabs the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up and close to your chest, and starts fucking you faster and harder. You cry out at the new angle, watching him as he watches his cock disappear inside of you, his mouth hanging open as he releases long, loud moans. When he looks at your face, he smirks.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He asks, continuing his brutal pace. You nod your head, holding his eye contact and reaching up to play with your breasts, tugging on your nipples and moaning out his name. He grunts at your display, pushing himself harder into you and reaching down to swipe fast circles around your clit.

You can feel that coil tightening again in your stomach, nearing your second orgasm of the night as Kirishima’s hips increase in speed. You start to feel delirious from the pleasure, drooling and babbling about how good he feels, how he’s so big, how you’re so close to cumming again.

“Yeah, baby? You want to cum again?” Kirishima asks lowly, trying to contain himself as you writhe beneath him.

“Yes, yes! Please Eijiro, I want to cum!” Your head is thrown back and you know you won’t last as the head of his cock hits your g-spot over and over and over.

“Cum for me, angel. Cum on my cock, I want to feel you.” Kirishima encourages you, and you listen to him. You arch your back and let out a wail you didn’t know you were capable of as you cum all over his cock, clamping down on him again and holding him in place as he groans at your tight walls. As you’re coming down from your high, Kirishima pushes your legs closer to your chest and fucks you faster and harder than he had all night, chasing his own high. You gasp and watch him as he grunts and groans and moans your name unashamedly, drowning in pleasure.

You moan at the feeling of him dragging inside your wet walls, and you tell him how bad you want him to cum. You tell him you wish he could cum inside you, you want him to fill you up until your dripping cum. It’s too much for Kirishima as he hastily pulls out with a loud groan, ripping the condom off his fat cock and fisting himself until he’s cumming all over your breasts and stomach.

You gaze up at the man above you, his head thrown back as he tries to catch his breath, his length softening in his hand, and you think that he’s beautiful. He looks down at you, sees you covered in his seed, and gives you a shy smile. “Sorry, I got carried away.”

You giggle a little, “It’s ok, I like it.” You smile up at him and rub your hand through his cum on your stomach. He groans again and then leans down to give you a long, wet kiss before leaving the bed to look for a towel. After cleaning up, it doesn’t take long before you’re climbing under the covers, cuddling against Kirishima’s chest as his soft snores lull you to sleep.

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miekasa · 3 years

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okay but what about airport!levi? he gives quiet businessman vibes sitting in his slacks and turtleneck

IN HIS TURTLENECK 😭😭 He would also be quiet and to himself, but not in the emo way. You got me thinking about all of them now, so here are my other thoughts about the boys at the airport.

Levi

He thinks the idea of separating classes on an airplane is beyond stupid, but if the flight is particularly long, or particularly packed, he’s not above paying for business class for a little extra personal space for the two of you.

When he doesn’t do that, tho, he never picks your guys’ seats ahead of time, so sometimes you’ll be separated. Good thing he’s also not above lying at the check-in desk, “I’m in Zone 1, could my wife be seated next to me so that we can board together?”

They respond with an “of course,” and move your seats together, and Levi walks back with a content nod of appreciation. You are not married, and marriage sucks about as much as class separation on a 30 foot long plane, but it has its benefits.

Masks on, regardless. No debates. Pandemic or not, the mask stays on. Do not perceive him, keep the pressurized air sharing to a minimum.

Doesn’t wander much in the airport. There’s nothing in there that he hasn’t seen already, except for the marked up prices on touristy t-shirts.

And if you wander, he’ll usually just sit in the waiting area to watch your bags while you window shop and do your thing. If you’re gone for more than 30 mins, he might call, under the pretenses of, “Making sure you didn’t get lost. You know that Starbucks was near gate 41 to the left, not the right, right?” Like he’s a comedian or something 🙄

He does encourage you to get snacks before you board, tho. Airplane food is gross, and he would much rather pay for a $13 sandwich that you can snack on later, than for you to have to eat mush.

He’s got a little portable mug he takes with him for when he’s wants to buy a hot drink before getting on his flight. It’s cute.

Doesn’t fall asleep on the plane ever. No matter how long the flight is—at most, he’ll take a quick power nap somewhere in the middle if it’s over 9 hours, but other than that, he’s good to go.

Doesn’t mind if you fall asleep, and he always adjusts your neck pillow to make sure you don’t get cramps.

Jean

Travel champion. This man loves being in the airport even though he’s convinced it’s a time capsule, he fucking loves it.

King of “your airport fashion matters, babe.” Not necessarily wearing a whole three piece suit, but he does put in a little effort; it’s not just the first pair of sweats he has laying around.

Swears coffee tastes better in the airport. It does not. That does not stop him from buying it. He should learn to quit tho, especially for someone who hates airplane bathrooms as much as he does.

Charming with all the security personnel and desk assistants. You could be checking in for a flight at 4am, and Jean’s got people smiling and cheery for their shifts.

Bitches about the selection of movies on the flight, and learns to just download his own ahead of time. Gets really startled when he’s watching something and the flight attendants try to grab his attention for food or drinks—the very loud, classic, Jean Kirstein “HUH?”

On that note, he also gets startled by the loudspeaker announcements in the airport. He doesn’t know why he has to hear about American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun, when he is not on American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun.

Not opposed to paying extra for better airplane food or drinks on the plane if it’s the right time of day. He always finds something to toast to, plus he likes to treat you whenever and wherever he can.

Takes care of your overhead luggage and helps out the people around him if he sees they’re struggling. Gets shy when you call him a gentleman for it, and he rubs his neck, grumbling, “I was just helping the line move a little faster.”

Great timing, generous, will pick up your checked bags for you, and already rented a car a week in advance: 10/10 travel buddy.

Porco

He doesn’t like planes and there’s no solid reason why—nothing bad happened to him as a kid, and it’s not even that rare unfortunate incidents freak him out or anything—something flying just makes him a bit uneasy.

He won’t say it though, and he tries to keep it together when you’re checking in, but you can tell he’s anxious once you’re sitting and waiting for your flight to board.

He’ll ask to switch seats if you have the window seat, because somehow the feeling of being boxed in between the plane wall/window and another person makes it feel more like a car than a plane and he’s okay with that.

Going to the airport is one of the few times he hair won’t be styled, and falls in his face a bit. He usually throws on a beanie to cover it up, but you think he looks pretty cute either way.

Can’t usually fall asleep and he hates it because he just sits there thinking about the worst for the entire duration of the flight. But when you travel with him for the first time and coax him into taking a nap it’s so much better.

It’s about the only time he’ll let himself be publicly babied by you; but it makes everything so much easier that he doesn’t even mind.

So now, whenever you get on flights, he just puts his hood up, lays his head on your shoulder and waits for the magic to happen.

Bonus: you’re traveling with his friends, and Pieck and Marcel past to your seats, surprised to see Porco fast asleep on your shoulder. Pieck squeals, going on about how you must be a wizard to have gotten him to nap, to which Marcel just shakes his head, “Nah, he’s just really in love with her. Look at his face, that’s the calmest he’s been since he was five.”

Connie

Loves the airport. Not an ounce of organization in his soul though. By that I mean, yeah, he’s probably forgotten his passport at home, or forgotten that a full size bottle of body wash cannot go into his carry-on luggage.

Forgets to wear shoes that easy to take off and is fumbling over himself after the security check trying to lace them back up or put them back on.

Likes for you guys to have coordinating sweatsuits, and even though you don’t travel super often, Connie’s got at least 3 pairs of them lined up for you guys.

Sweet enough to drop plans or rearrange his schedule to travel with you if you were originally gonna be alone. He knows you can handle yourself, but he doesn’t want for you to travel alone if you don’t have to, especially if you’re going someplace far and/or for an extended period of time.

He always finds breakfast food to eat before he gets on his flight (if you two even have time to spare for food that is). It could be 9pm, but Connie’s asking for a breakfast wrap.

Hates waiting in the little pre-flight area. Claims it’s boring as hell and that’s why there’s no reason to get there 3 hours early 🙄🙄

He always spends at least 30 minutes browsing all the movie and TV show options available on-board, loudly exclaiming in excitement when they have something cool to watch—only to fucking fall asleep 10 minutes later. Right on top of you when he was oh-so-excited to watch Madagascar 2.

Always steals the aisle seat, even if it’s yours. It’s probably for the best though, because he has to get up to pee at least twice, no matter how short your flight is.

Makes some cheeky remark about you meeting him in the bathroom. He doesn’t mean it... unless he does. Unfortunately, you’ve never... successfully been able to do that out of fear of being caught by the flight attendants, but there have been a few quickies in the “family” (“It’s ethical, because technically we’re participating in the act of making a family, babe”) bathroom before you boarded. It’s his fault, not yours.

Armin

He really likes planes, and traveling in general. I think trains would be his favorite mode of transportation, but airplanes are good too.

I hate to say it but he claps when the plane lands. I will not elaborate or defend my stance on this.

Prefers the window seat because he likes to look out at the clouds as he’s in the sky.

He took his passport photo a little before he cut his hair, so the security personnel always hold it up and flicker between his ID photo and his current appearance a few times before stamping it. It makes him a little embarrassed because he can’t tell if they think he looks better or worse and sometimes he’s really fighting for his life convincing them that that’s him in the picture 😭

Listens to music rather than downloading a movie or watching a show, and always brings wire headphones to the airport so that it’s easier to share and listen with you.

If you fall asleep on him first, he’ll likely fall asleep on you shortly after. If he’s tired enough, he’ll fall asleep first, though he’s somewhat embarrassed and disappointed because he wanted to see the descent and skyline outside.

When he’s not asleep or window-watching, he’s somewhat fidgety out of excitement, rather than nervousness. He’s excited to be traveling and looks forward to wherever you’re going, even if it is just a weekend long work trip.

Hates traveling alone, though. It just feels particularly lonely to him to be going someplace foreign without company by his side. So, he’ll call you at every checkpoint and send you updates.

He only ever buys two things in duty free: shot glasses with the name of the city/country you’re traveling to, and whatever variety of button down short-sleeves are available to him.

Erwin

You knew this was coming, but this man is absolutely at the airport 18 hours before your flight takes off, and he’s driving like a manic getting there, like you don’t have all the time in the world.

Fascinated by anything and everything in duty free. Definitely spends more money than necessary on your return flight on the grounds that he was getting a good deal.

Exchanges money in the airport and keeps cash in his fanny pack. There’s no traveling without the fanny pack.

Plays crossword puzzles on his phone on the plane, and it’s just about one of the only games he has. That and Candy Crush—I get the feeling he’d be on level 500+ of that game and he always knocks out at least 10 levels on a flight.

Always a little surprised when he feels his your head on his shoulder, but he says nothing, and acts like he didn’t even notice, but there’s a telling little smile on his face.

Takes the most foul selfies of him and your sleeping self. In his defense, he had the best intentions; but that angle was flattering nobody. It’s too bad he’d already paid for the in-flight wifi and sent it to Hange because now you’ll never live them down.

You could probably get him to put on a (skincare) face mask during your flight. He forgets to take it off tho, and if you don’t tell him, he’d fully walk through customs with it on his face.

Accidentally gets drunk because he doesn’t understand that just because he can handle several glasses of whiskey in his favorite bar on a Friday night, does not mean it will translate on a plane.

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