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“I’m not always bad.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: eddie finds you crying. why does he care?

warnings: bully eddie, bad boy, awkward and meanie eddie, language, crying, upset reader, talk of cancer, readers dad has cancer. a potential series if you want it, let me know!

gif is not mine!

update! part two has been posted and is located on my masterlist!

He supposed maybe over time it wouldn’t be absolutely crazy to have some sort of care for you, after all, he had known you since the both of you were in diapers in preschool together, and ever since, he’d treated you like dirt beneath his leather boots.

He was an absolute prick to you, and you couldn’t remember one memory of him being nice to you. Maybe it was because you came from a ‘white picket fence’ home, had good grades, an honor student, actually. Maybe it was because you were pretty? Maybe he liked you? No. You had long since disregarded that idea many years ago. He wouldn’t be this mean.

You walked as quickly as you could to the gymnasium, pink heels clicking with every step and turn. Your eyes blurred with tears and you hiccuped a breath. You pushed open the door, relieved no one was in there, at least, not to your knowledge, and plopped down on the closet set of bleachers to your right. You put your head in your hands and cried like a baby pathetically.

Eddie was closing up a deal when you’d come busting in dramatically. He quickly hid his stash, thinking it was a teacher as his customer quickly left the scene, muttering a thank you as he did so. When he say it was you, he cursed under his breath and put away his things.

He adjusted his jacket, putting away his weed and wallet as he watched you. He squinted his eyes. Were you crying? He’d seen you cry before, that wasn’t anything new, but you looked upset. He walked across the gym floor, adjusting his junk like a typical male specimen.

“Why the long face, L/n?” His demeaning voice boomed and echoed.

You jumped, revealing your tear stricken face. You groaned. “Fuck! I- I didn’t know anyone was in here. Sorry.” You went up to leave.

“Woah, woah,” He held up his hands. “You’re on my turf, L/n. Crying and trespassing on my property are not to go unpunished.” He tried to ignore the fact you were visibly upset, thinking maybe you got a bad grade or tripped over your own feet and embarrassed yourself. That’s usually what it was, anyways.

Today, however, you couldn’t deal with his dramatics. Your face crumbled into tears and you sobbed, slowly sinking back down to your seat and hunched back over. Eddie, despite his antics, couldn’t help but furrow his brow. He watched you for a moment, looking to see if anyone else was around he could pass you off to. He looked back at you, and when you pushed out a particular harsh sob, he knew that this time was different. Something was wrong.

Unbeknownst to him, he frowned, pursing his lips and climbed up to bleachers to sit beside you. He looked at you like you were from another planet, eyes wide and alert like you were playing a joke on him. He didn’t like this said joke.

“Hey, uh,” He cleared his throat, looking for the quickest way out. “Stop crying.” Way to cheer her up, buddy.

“I can’t.” You sobbed into your hands. “My life’s falling apart!”

That broke him out of his shocked state and he rolled his eyes at your dramatics, leaning back into his seat. “What happened now?”

“Just leave me alone, Eddie!” You snapped angrily, jerking your head toward him so hard he thought it was fly clean off and roll onto the floor with the rest of the disregarded basketballs. “Do you have to be such a jerk everyday of my life? Can’t you let me cry in peace just for once?” You stared at Eddie, who was startled and wide eyed, looking at you like you’d gone made.

He sighed heavily, a mask of irritation and annoyance falling over his hooded eyes. “Fine.”

He got up to leave, obeying your wish for once. You watched him get up and leave, and for some odd reason, your heart seemed to sink even further. Once again, you sank back into yourself, listening as his footsteps got further and further away.

He cursed when he got to the gymnasium door, turning back to look at your weeping figure. “Fuck.” He clenched his fist and brought it up to his teeth angrily. Why? Why did he suddenly seem to care about your distress?

He was back beside you, sighing loudly like he didn’t care. “Alright, L/n, what’s going on?”

You gave him a sharp glare, shooting him daggers. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” He fired back. “But I don’t need you busting in during my deals, so you might as well get whatever it is off your chest and wipe your damn tears.” He lifted himself off the seat briefly, reaching back and grabbing his black bandana and handing it to you. You didn’t grab it, so he placed it on your lap with a huff.

It was your turn to look him strangely, like he was from another planet, a strange land you’d yet to be aware of. “You’re being weird.”

“Shut up.” He retorted. “You’ve got snot all over your face.”

You purposely rubbed your nose with his bandana, making sure to clean your face of mucus and tears. He recoiled, grossed out at the action. “Yeah, you can keep that.” He said.

He gave you a minute. Nobody said anything as you calmed down, sniffling to yourself here and there. His concern grew when he noticed the shaking of your hands. “Hey,” He said, voice deep and gruff. “What’s the matter with you?”

You looked at him sadly, shaking your head. “My dad has cancer.”

He couldn’t help it then. His whole face dropped. His jaw fell slack and his eyes widened.

“I just found out yesterday.” Your voice was full and thick with tears. “I was in math class and just had to get out before I had a public fucking breaking down like I’m doing now!” You said, angry with yourself.

“It doesn’t even make sense!” You continued. “My dad is a good man! He’s done nothing to deserve this! I don’t understand!” You cried, rambling to him at this point. He didn’t mind, he didn’t know what to say anyways.

“My whole family is just…numb. Dad’s pretending he’s not bothered by it. He’s doing everything he normally does. Mowing the grass, helping mom with the flower bed.”

You kept talking and Eddie listened, and in that moment, he felt pure sorrow and remorse, compassion and empathy for you. He listened to your words and felt his stomach sink. And you were beautiful, a random thought jostled in the middle somewhere between sorrow and empathy.

You cried to him for almost an hour. You talked about your family falling apart, but continuing on despite the downfall. The number of months the doctors had given your father to live. You talked about not being walked by him down the aisle, him not seeing his grandchildren. It was all here and there, but Eddie listened and said nothing, and after awhile, you forgot he was there and that it was Eddie.

When two o’clock rolled around, you breathed heavily and looked at your watch, then him. “You didn’t need to stay.” You were completely exhausted, mentally and physically.

“It’s alright.” It was the first thing he’d said in an entire hour. “You needed someone to talk to. I’m just being a good samaritan.”

“Still,” Your eyes were red and raw. “Why?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not always bad.”

You managed to smile. He didn’t.

“Well, thanks.�� You said softly. “My friends don’t know yet. Nobody does. Please don’t tell?” You looked at him with round eyes that were always so full of innocence.

“I won’t say anything.” He shook his head.

You sniffled once more and nodding, standing up and fixing your white skirt. “Well, I better get back to class. Thanks for listening.”

He let you walk all the way across the room and to the door before he spoke. “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t look at him and he didn’t look at you, but both of your hearts seemed to lighten. The door clicked open loudly and shut, leaving him to himself.

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freudenstein · 2 years

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#its so shameful and revolting that im such a mid grade specimen. bc this country has failed me. my parents have failed me.#and most importantly i failed myself. i could have been and done many things with enough ambition and will power.#but i go limp dicking through life waiting for something or just with my head blank #the downside to wishing to be surrounded by exceptional and interesting people is that it makes you realize you are the formless grey blob #and maybe you were all along. and the past repeats itself so youre stuck being a mid human being forever.

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scoonsalicious · 3 months

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Your Choice

Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Teacher!Reader

Summary: You're minding your own business at home one evening when local police Sergeant James "Bucky" Barnes comes knocking on your door. Someone's reported a crime being committed on your property, and the sergeant can either bring you down to the station, or get you off with a warning... it's your choice.

Warnings: Language, because I have a foul mouth, explicit smut (unprotected PIV, oral (m receiving), fingering), mentions of drug manufacturing/possession/use, little bit 'o' bondage, implied dubcon, implied infidelity, implied abuse of police authority (honestly, read the whole thing through before coming at me for warnings, okay? I promise it'll make sense), bad cop jokes/puns/innuendos. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Inspired by actual events! And by that, I just mean the part where someone called the cops and told them I was cooking crack in my kitchen. Literally everything else is a figment of my imagination, alas! Special thanks to bestie @jmeelee for suggesting I take that awkward encounter and turn it into something to benefit all of mankind, and for giving me a title. The Cheesecake Factory is going to start forbidding us entry with the way we talk in there.

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You put the tea kettle on to boil before sitting down at the kitchen table to start grading your students’ papers. You’d been hoping to get through as many as possible before your husband came home from work, but with the number of corrections you were having to make on these assignments, you’d be lucky if you got a quarter of them done before then. It was disheartening. Distance learning during Covid really hadn’t done the public education system any favors and you felt like you’d been playing catch-up for years now.

When the kettle eventually boiled, you pulled yourself away from your grading to make yourself a cup of tea. You had just settled back down with your steaming mug when you heard an incessant pounding at the front door, startling you. You briefly considered not answering— you weren’t expecting anyone, and besides, who showed up unannounced at someone’s door anymore?

Serial killers, that’s who.

But the knocking continued, relentless and heavy. After a few seconds, you heard a gruff voice call “Police. Open up!”

“What the hell?” you asked yourself, putting down the tea mug and making your way through the living room to the front door.

Peering behind the curtain on the front door window, you could make out the figure of a uniformed officer standing on your front porch. He was illuminated from behind by the streetlight, leaving only his outline visible to you.

Narrowing your eyes in confusion and concern, you turned on the porch light, unlocked the door and opened it a crack. “Can I help you, officer?” you asked cautiously.

The man tipped the brim of his hat up, and you were met with a bright pair of blue eyes that glimmered with more than a hint of mischief.

“It’s actually Sergeant, ma’am,” the man said to you as he tipped his hat and offered you a wicked grin. You breathed a sigh of relief-- you knew him. Of course you did. Your small town didn’t have much in the way of local law enforcement, and James Barnes, or ‘Bucky,’ as most folks called him, was a specimen to be revered. Ridiculously handsome, tall and broad, he was built entirely of muscle as he towered over you from the doorway. He was a favorite among the local female population, often being specifically requested to provide police presence at PTO functions and Ladies’ Auxiliary events. Despite the gold ring he wore on his left hand, the women of the town were drawn to him like flies to a corpse, much to the frustration of his poor wife.

“What can I do for you, Sergeant?” you amended, with a touch of sarcasm in your voice as you offered him a smirk back, though you were still confused by his presence.

“Well, ma’am, seems like we got a call reporting suspicious activity at this address,” he drawled, leaning now on your door jam, fingers hooking in his belt loops.

“Here?” you asked, surprise coloring your tone. “Are you being serious with me right now, Bucky?”

“That’s Sergeant Barnes to you, ma’am,” he responded nonchalantly. Oh, so he was playing it like that, then? Good to know. “Got a tip that someone’s been cooking meth in your kitchen. ‘m here to check it out.”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Meth?! That’s a new one!” You’d had some of your students call in pranks on you in the past, but this was an extreme.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid meth is no laughing matter,” the sergeant said in all seriousness. The look in his eyes immediately shut down any trace of humor you felt as you stared back at him. “The manufacture of illegal drugs is a very serious crime. I’d like to come inside and take a look, if you don’t mind.”

You pursed your lips. You remembered something your husband had discussed with you, and decided you weren’t going to make this easy for him. “Do you have a warrant?” you asked defiantly.

Sergeant Barnes sighed heavily and rubbed his dark stubble with the palm of his hand. “Ma’am, I’ve had a long shift. Let’s not make this any harder than it needs to be. Now, either you can let me inside, or you can come down and answer questions at the station. It’s up to you.”

It wasn’t an option, not really. “Come on in, then,” you told him, moving aside so he could enter. He walked through the door, his meaty arm grazing against the side of your breast as he did so, and you involuntarily shuddered at the sensation. You knew he noticed when you caught him smirking at you again.

“Kitchen’s this way,” you murmured, somewhat breathlessly, as you led him back through the house to the room in question. He followed silently behind you, his footfalls heavy and sure.

Once in the kitchen, Sergeant Barnes began looking around. It was obvious you weren’t in the middle of a meth lab. You were a high school English teacher, for god’s sake! You weren’t quite sure what game the sergeant was playing at, but you had no doubt he’d make his intentions known in good time.

After glancing around, he eventually said “Well, I can see there’s no meth setup here. Guess it was a false alarm.” You shot him a glare as if to say no shit, but he walked to the cabinet holding your glassware and opened it. “Well, well, well… what do we have here?” He reached in and pulled out a bong and a container of marijuana. “Now, I know next state over might have given the go ahead for this stuff, but in this state, recreational use of the Devil’s Lettuce is still illegal, darlin’. Mighty bad look for a school teacher to have it on hand, don’t ya think?”

You cocked your hip and crossed your arms in front of your chest defiantly. “That’s my husband’s,” you told him with a roll of your eyes. “And I’m pretty sure you just conducted an illegal search and seizure there, sarge.”

He put the bong down on the counter with a heavy clink and turned to face you, his face impassive and voice stern. “Now, seems to me someone’s got a problem with authority, darlin’. I don’t appreciate you talkin’ back to an officer of the law like that. Might need to teach you some manners.”

You swallowed thickly, finally having an idea of where the sergeant was going with his little drop-in and felt a frisson run through your body that left you trembling. Honestly, you were surprised you hadn’t seen it coming. There’d been talk, after all.

“Now,” he continued as he slowly made his way across the kitchen toward you, “as I see it, we got ourselves two options here. One: you can come down with me to the station and we can book your pretty little ass on possession charges, which is gonna take hours and require a hell of a lotta paperwork.” He was standing directly in front of you now, leaving just inches between your bodies. You sucked in a breath, the nearness of him making you dizzy. “Or two, I can get you off with a warning. Still might take hours, but at least we can both have ourselves a good time. Your choice, darlin.”

You took a step back, pressing yourself against the edge of the counter in an attempt to put some space between you. “I think you mean ‘let’ me off with a warning, Sergeant Barnes,” you said, your words coming out in an exhale.

You gasped as his hand came down to cup you between your legs and gently squeeze your mound through the fabric off your jeans. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I meant what I said, darlin’. But you gotta prove you’re gonna be a good, respectful girl, first, so why don’t you get down on your knees and show me how you obey the law?”

Your eyes widened at his command, unsure how to proceed. Unfortunately, Sergeant Barnes was impatient– he took both his hands and put them on your shoulders, gently but firmly guiding you down until you were kneeling in front of him, the large bulge in his trousers staring you straight in the face.

“Best get to work, darlin,” he growled, brushing your hair away from your face. “It’s not gonna suck itself.”

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening as you slowly brought your shaking hands up to his waist. With trembling fingers, you unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. His massive erection was straining the fabric of his gray boxer-briefs, leaving a dark wet stain where the tip rested against the cloth, evidence of his arousal already making itself known.

Moving as though afraid of spooking a scared animal, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down to just above his knees and setting his cock free to bounce up against his lower stomach.

God, but he was big. If the women in town had any idea that he was packing so much more than just his gun, they’d never give him a moment of peace. You traced a finger along the vein at the base of his member, trailing it up his length to the weeping red tip. Coating yourself in his pre-cum, you used his essence as lubrication as you began working him with your hand.

“Not that this doesn’t feel good, but what did I say about sucking it, darlin’?” Sergeant Barnes asked through a grunt as you pumped him.

“I’ll get to it,” you told him, a hint of irritation in your voice. He had a lot of nerve making demands of you at a time like this.

You felt his hand come and roughly grab you by the chin, jerking your head up to make you look him in the eye. “You got the right to remain silent, Sweetheart. I’m gonna be a gentleman and suggest you use it. Find another purpose for that pretty mouth of yours.” He took his hand away with a wink.

You licked your lips as your eyes took him in. Leaning your head down into him, you flattened your tongue and ran it up the underside of his cock.

“Good girl,” he moaned as your tongue circled his tip. “Keep it up. Makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good with that sassy mouth of yours.” You took him into your mouth a little bit at a time, teasing him as one hand worked his base and the other cupped his balls.

You weren't a woman who liked to be told what to do, but the dominance in his voice made you shudder, an involuntary thrill skittering down your spine. He felt intoxicating, dangerous and you had the feeling you were in way over your head.

“Mmm,” he grunted as you swirled your tongue around the swell of his head before deciding to take him in deeper. You relaxed your throat and backed off only when you felt his length bump against it.

"Jesus, darlin', where'd you learn that?" he asked breathlessly. His hands moved to cup your face as you moved rhythmically along his length, setting your own pace. He was blissfully lost in the sensation.

But then, Sergeant Barnes wasn’t one to give up control so easily, either. “Stop teasing,” he huffed out before threading his fingers through your hair and tugging lightly, a clear sign that he wanted more.

You didn’t hesitate to oblige, taking him deep in your mouth until you heard him groan in pleasure above you. His grip on your hair tightened as he took over guiding your movement, his hips bucking up to meet your mouth until he was fucking your face with abandon. The taste of him was overpowering, salty and bitter, making your cheeks flush with heat as you struggled to accommodate his size, tears running down your cheeks and drool pooling from the corners of your mouth.

"I knew you had it in you," he grunted, his voice barely a whisper now as he lost himself in the waves of pleasure you were giving him. You looked up to see his eyes closed tight, his lips parted when ragged breaths escaped his chest that was heaving like a wild beast caught in a trap.

He was close, you could tell from the way his body squirmed and the throbbing of his hardness against your tongue. There was an urgency in his ragged breathing and the racing pulse beneath his skin that echoed through your core. But he wasn’t going to finish yet. Not if Sergeant Barnes had anything to say about it.

A sudden force yanked you back by the hair, tearing your mouth away from him. You let out a surprised yelp, wiping away the excess saliva that clung to your lips.

“Upstairs,” he ordered gruffly, his eyes half-lidded and glazed with desire. He tucked himself free of your grasp and rearranged his uniform as he stepped back, giving you space to rise from your knees.

You smiled and nodded, your head hazy with desire as you passed him and led the way to the narrow back staircase tucked into the corner of the kitchen. He followed closely behind, his heavy boots echoing off the wooden floors in a steady rhythm that matched the pounding in your chest. You felt his gaze on your swaying hips with each step you climbed, a soft growl echoing from behind you that sent shivers down your spine.

You led him to your bedroom, a quaint space painted in soft hues with sheer white curtains rustling gently from the light breeze of the warm spring night. The unmade bed serving as a reminder of love you and your husband had made just that morning staring you right in the face.

“‘m afraid I’m gonna have to search you now, Sweetheart. Strip,” he ordered, his voice gruff with desire as he closed the door behind him. He didn’t bother with niceties or romance – this wasn’t about that. This was about raw, primal need.

Your trembling hands reached for the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, revealing the delicate lace bralette underneath. His sharp intake of breath was music to your ears, encouraging you as you unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs, stepping out of them daintily.

“Turn around,” he said next, and you complied without question. You heard him suck in a breath behind you as you shimmied out of your underwear, revealing the round shape of your backside to him under the dim light.

“Jesus,” he whispered, the raw desire in his voice making your heart flutter. “This is better than I ever imagined.” He walked up to you, the rough fabric of his uniform trousers brushing against your exposed skin making you whimper. His fingers traced your spine, gliding all the way down to the small of your back, causing goosebumps to break out all over your body. “Now, you remember your traffic laws, don’t ya, darlin’? You remember how stoplights work?”

You nodded, knowing instinctively he was referring to safe words– Green for go, Yellow for slow down, and Red for stop.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Put your hands behind your back.”

You complied and felt the cold metal of his cuffs clink around your wrists, locking them into place. You were now fully at his mercy.

He cupped your buttocks in both hands, kneading them gently while his lips found the nape of your neck. His warm breath sent shivers down your spine as he left a trail of kisses there. “Color?” he asked inbetween presses of his lips.

“Green, Sergeant,” you hummed. You could feel him growing harder against you, the enormous length of him pressing against your ass making you squeal and squirm in anticipation. His groan echoed in your ears as he held onto you tighter.

“Gonna need ya to spread for me, Sweetheart,” he murmured into your ear, his voice low and husky. Your heart pounded in your chest as you did what he asked, positioning yourself on the edge of the bed. His hands found their way to your thighs, pushing them apart gently until you were open and exposed to him.

He let out a low whistle behind you, his fingers tracing lightly over your intimate folds. "You're soaking wet," he murmured, sounding almost awestruck. You flushed at his words, feeling a fresh wave of desire pulse through your body at his touch.

His fingers suddenly abandoned you, only to return dripping with warm slickness. He wasted no time in teasing your entrance, slipping his finger inside you and drawing out a moan that echoed through the room.

“You like that don’t ya?” he asked, his voice alluringly low as he curled his finger inside of you. You whimpered at the sensation, trying to push back against him for more.

“Patience, Sweetheart," he whispered against your earlobe before nibbling on it lightly. He slid another finger inside you, curling and stretching in a way that had you gasping for breath. "You're so tight," he groaned out, appreciating the way your walls clenched around his digits.

“Please…” you whimpered out, the anticipation making your body shake as you pleaded for more. “Please, Sergeant. I need more.” Your legs were wobbly, and with your arms trapped behind your back, you were finding it hard to keep your balance, but you wanted more of him.

He chuckled darkly at your plea, rubbing slow circles on your clit with his thumb while his fingers continued to pump in and out of you. Each touch was expertly measured, bringing you closer and closer to the edge before pulling back, keeping you precariously balanced between pleasure and desperation.

“I’m doing this my way,” he grunted, adding a third finger and increasing his pace. You cried out, your vision blurred as the coil inside you tightened threateningly. You were so close but he wouldn’t let you fall, each moment bringing a new wave of frustration and desire.

Finally unable to take the teasing any longer, he withdrew his fingers leaving you gasping at the sudden loss.

"Get on the bed," Sergeant Barnes ordered, standing tall in front of you; his arousal painfully obvious. “Face down.” You moved to accommodate him, getting on your knees and laying your face down on the mattress, hands still pinned behind your back.

The sound of his utility belt hitting the floor filled the room, followed by the rustle of fabric as he stripped himself free of his uniform.

You squirmed on the bed, desperate for his touch but unable to see anything with your back to him. The anticipation was unbearable, each passing second feeling like an eternity as you waited for him to resume his ministrations.

He moved behind you again, his bare, warm skin against yours making you whimper in anticipation. "Breathe," he commanded simply, and you did, inhaling a shaky breath before exhaling slowly.

And then without warning he was inside you, filling you up in one quick thrust that had you screaming out, the stinging stretch quickly morphing from painful to something far sweeter. He grunted at the intrusion, pulling back slightly only to thrust back in again, setting a punishing rhythm that left you breathless.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, stopping you from moving too much as he pounded into you relentlessly from behind.

Each thrust had you crying out in wanton pleasure, your body trembling beneath him. "Sergeant Barnes," you whimpered his name like a sacred prayer, the cool metal of the handcuffs biting into your wrists as you tried to brace yourself against his forceful movements.

He didn't slow down, didn't pause, just kept moving inside you with a single-minded focus that had you spiraling. His pace was unrelenting, his stamina seemingly endless. His fingers clutched at your hips in a bruising grip, holding you steady as he continued his merciless assault on your senses.

You felt him shift slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting a spot inside of you that made stars burst behind your closed eyelids. “Please…” your plea was cut off by a gasp as he hit that same spot again, driving you closer to the edge.

But he didn’t stop there; instead he leaned over you, his broad chest pressing against your back as one hand slid underneath your bodies, finding your clit with unerring precision. He started rubbing it in tight circles, adding a whole new layer to your pleasure.

Every new thrust of his hips sent him deeper within you, each stroke of his fingers on your clit became more intense. You were a writhing mess beneath him, completely lost in the ecstasy he was giving you.

"Bucky," you cried out, forgetting to use his title this time, your voice hoarse from screaming, your body trembling on the brink of release. This wasn’t a game anymore.

"I know," he growled in your ear, his voice low and guttural. "I can feel how close you are, doll. Just let go."

And you did. The moment his lips closed around the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you as his own, the coil inside you snapped. Pleasure washed over you in waves, each one stronger than the last, pulling cries from deep within you as your orgasm tore through you.

He didn't stop his movements, continuing to thrust into you as you came around him, your cries only fueling his own desire. His fingers tightened on your hips while the other hand continued to work you through your climax, prolonging the exquisite sensation.

His pace became erratic, the rhythm breaking down as he chased his own release. With a final grunt and a whispered curse, he drove deep inside of you, his body tense as he came, filling you with his spend. His guttural moan carried through the room as he rode out his orgasm, each thrust sending little aftershocks through your sensitive body.

His grip on your hips relaxed slowly, his breathing heavy and ragged against the skin of your back. He stayed still for a moment, buried deep inside you, allowing you both to come down from your highs.

Finally, he carefully withdrew from you, leaving you feeling empty. He rolled off of you with a sigh, getting up to retrieve the handcuff key from his trouser pocket and releasing you from your bondage.

“Are you okay?” His voice was soft in the silence, as he worked to rub the feeling back into your tender wrists.

You looked up at him through your lashes and nodded, amazed and impressed at his sudden shift from commanding sergeant to tender, caring lover.

“So,” Sergeant Barnes began once he had determined there was no real damage to your wrists, “what time is your husband getting home?” You both burst into laughter as he pulled you closer to him, burying his face in your hair.

“Mmm, probably sooner than we expect,” you teased, leaning up to give him the deep kiss you’d been denied throughout the length of your little game. “That was a lot of fun.”

He chuckled and stood up, walking over to the dresser. “Yeah, it was; we should have done it sooner.” He opened the drawers, pulling out a fresh change of clothes for himself before moving to the closet to grab your robe. “Thank you for that; I really did have a long shift, and that certainly took the edge off. You were amazing, doll.” “My pleasure, obviously.” You’d been excited and intrigued when Bucky first brought up acting out his fantasy with you, but no amount of discussion could have prepared you for how much you had loved actually doing it. You raised your hands over your head, arching your back in a stretch, laughing as you watched his eyes follow the heave of your breasts as they moved upward, licking his lips. “But meth, Bucky? Really? That rumor gets out, you’re gonna get me fired.”

Bucky hummed as he grabbed some clean towels from the linen closet and brought them into the ensuite bathroom. You heard him start the shower. “You answered the door looking all sexy and I panicked,” he confessed, popping his head back into the bedroom, a sheepish grin across his face that made him look ever so boyish. You adored it. “Next time, I’ll say we got a call about you being a prostitute.”

You cackled at that, making him grin even wider. “Better not,” you warned as you got off the bed and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “otherwise I might make you pay for it, and I don’t think you can afford me on a sergeant’s salary.”

Bucky grabbed at his heart in mock pain. “Ouch. Well, how about we clean ourselves up and use the money I saved by not paying you to go have a nice fancy dinner, instead? How does that sound? We can talk about doing your fantasy next.”

You took his hand and led him back into the bathroom and the inviting warmth of the shower. “That sounds perfect,” you told him as you moved to stand under the showerhead. You planted a kiss on his lips. “I love you, Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky placed his hands on your waist and gave you a gentle squeeze before kissing your forehead. “I love you, too, Mrs. Barnes.”

You began to lather each other up, trying your best, yet failing miserably, to not get too frisky with one another. “Hey, Buck?” you asked after a moment, a question coming to mind that you’d been meaning to ask him.

“Yeah, doll?” He was gently scrubbing shampoo into your scalp, and it felt like heaven.

“How come you gave yourself a Southern accent?”

Bucky laughed and pulled you close, your back to his front, as he planted a kiss just behind your ear, right over the mark he had sucked into your skin. “I told you, doll. You looked so fucking sexy when you opened that door, I just panicked!”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #mcu bucky barnes #marvel mcu #james barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes drabble #Bucky barnes x y/n

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drenosa · 25 days

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Cinder: *Holding the Relic of Destruction, doing her evil villain speech* ... and just like that, Vacuo will fall just like all the other kingdoms! And there'll be nothing and no-one who can stop me. No, goody two-shoed brats-

Ruby: *Sick of Cinder's shit* Rude.

Cinder: ... no destitute little princesses-

Weiss: *Sick of Cinder's shit* Just shut your trap already.

Cinder: ... and certainly no sad excuses of a knight!

Jaune: *Definitely done with Cinder's shit* You really need new material.

Cinder: Speaking of pathetic knights. I see the tinned man picked up a helmet. What's wrong, wretch? Don't want your snot-smeared face to be seen by little old me?

Ruby: Jaune. Take of your helmet.

Jaune: Uh, you sure? The Atlas refugee moms were rough and the Vacuans weren't any better. Those married ones were a menace!

Weiss: Just do it.

Jaune: Well... alright then. *Begins taking off his helmet*

Cinder: *Mockingly* What, did the useless one among you have a little accident? Did children run to their mewling mommies to warn about... the... *Sees what's under the helmet* monster?

Jaune: *Grey streaked hair in an elegant tail, his well-groomed beard perfect in every aspect, an A-grade Arc Specimen* So...

Cinder: *Tosses the Relic to Ruby, flies towards Jaune* Mine, mine, mine!

Jaune: *Runs in a futile effort* Oh crap, it's worse than the married moms! *Gets caught* Gah!

Cinder: *Already naked and on top of Jaune* MINE!

Ruby: *Catches Relic* Ha! Mission accomplished. I knew it would work!

Weiss: So you don't feel bad? Like at all, about what Jaune's being subjected to now?

Ruby: *Looks over to where Cinder's wrestling Jaune* Nah, I can go subdue her in a min- *Sees the progress of the match* an hour or so, and we'll be fine.

Weiss: *Watches on with morbid interest, realizing that she's fine with an hour* We are terrible people.

#rwby #rwby shitpost #cinder fall #ruby rose #weiss schnee #jaune arc #arcfall #arcfurnace #knightfall

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alyseofwonderland · 1 year

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the ending of the last of us being a point of discussion is one of those things that I know is going to be a breaking point for me. because i have been upset about it since the video game

BUT NOT FOR THE REASONS YOU THINK.

I’m mad that its even considered “a choice” for Joel to get Ellie out of there. THEY WERE DOING SCIENCE WRONG!!!

I’m sorry you don't kill your one immune specimen on the first fucking day! This is not how cures are found. How many tests did they run on Ellie? How much blood did they take? How many lab mice did they genetically alter and infect to see if it a replicalbe cure?

THE INCOMPETENCE OF THE FIREFLIES AND THEIR DOCTORS IS RAGE INDUCING. Living tissue it the key here people. Kill Ellie on day one and they can only test cures for as long as they have well preserved tissue samples which looking at the conditions in Last of Us, they dont have. This is a get it right the first time or you killed her for nothing set up.

That’s before the show decided to give us like an origin story of Ellie’s birth and we now have a clear picture of how she became immune. It was low grade inculcation. Cool neato. Marlene might not know what happened exactly but she certainly can put the pieces together. Marlene could have communicated what she knew of Ellie’s birth to the doctors and the fact that they have proof that Ellie is immune and from that information alone a good biologist could have started making test subject mice.

*pinches nose bridge*

I understand this is not the point. I really really do. I understand that the narrative and the discussion is supposed to center around the morals of One Life out weighting the Lives of Many. It’s supposed to be the exact opposite of all things Star Trek. EXCEPT THEY ARE TRYING TO PASS OFF SCIENCE THAT WOULD ONLY WORK IN A STAR TREK EPISODE. *deep calming breath*

Here’s the problem. The show and the video game want us to believe this is a morality question. Is it morally wrong for Joel to doom of of humanity to save his adoptive daughter? That’s the central question.

But if they were never gonna save humanity. If the Fireflies were just gonna kill Ellie the first day they have her then there’s no moral question. Or at least the question is different. We are now asking “Is it wrong to kill an entire building of people in order to stop them from committing a murder?”

If no cure can come from Ellie’s death (because we have established they would have never found it) then her life is more valuable than the lives of everyone in that building because she can survive situations no one else can. She could clear out whole infected towns one by one.

Anyway. Science Education People. Everyone needs more of it.

#the last of us #joel the last of us #ellie the last of us #fireflies #rant #i can suspend my disbelief until bad science happens and then i have to scream into the void for several years

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niqhtlord01 · 5 months

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Humans are weird: Never put a human in a zoo

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The sudden extinction of the Dre people was as sudden as it was unexpected to the galactic community. They were one of the oldest and most technologically advanced races in the universe. Heavily isolationist by nature, coupled with their inherent self-sense of superiority they viewed much of the other space faring species as little more than savages by comparison as none of them presented a credible challenge their rule. Yet within a month they had lost nearly 99% of their population across multiple worlds.

The worst hit was their homeworld of Belnuck situated at the heart of their empire which became an empty husk of a world seemingly overnight. Ancient and powerful cities of technological wonder now were little more than ghost towns to be picked clean by scavengers.

There were no signs of civil strife or unrest, no exterior threat from military forces, not even a record of natural disaster on their homeworld. Nothing was found that could give a clue as to what could have erased such a prominent power as the Dre, and so it was written off as a deadly unsolved mystery and the galactic community went on.

At least, that was what the public report stated.

It wasn’t until a group of Kreen scavengers came upon a set of personal journals that the shroud of uncertainty was lifted. Only to be then shortly locked away and sealed under the highest security restrictions to ensure the truth never saw the light of day.

These are those journal entries: ------------------------------- Personal Journal Entry J-757931 Head curator Migu

The benefactors are requesting we add new exhibits to the zoo again.

I thought they would have been content with the Draxic specimens we captured last month but it seems the general public no longer find giant lizards fascinating to observe. One of them suggested we allow the Draxic to mingle with other exhibits for inter species interactions for potential science research; but I could tell right away that what they really wanted from this was to have guests pay to see those lizard savages rip apart our other attractions like a Frong in a Skitch field.

I wish they could at least try to hide their greediness behind some semblance of rationality. At least then it would be easier to stomach.

I’ve scheduled a discussion with our head capture specialists to go out and find new attractions for the people later today. I don’t have much hope they can find anything as fascinating to revive interest but one never knows. End Log Entry. ---------------------------------- Personal Journal Entry J-757935 Head curator Migu

Capture team theta appears to have acquired something of value.

The specimens were caught will transitioning into real space at the edge of a system and were removed from their vessel shortly after.

Their technology was primitive in nature, but from the recordings the capture team sent back their esthetic design choices appear to be unique for such a low species. Accessing their data banks was a trivial matter and provided a wealth of history to them.

They appear to call themselves “Humons”, and have only recently begun intergalactic travel.

From the data we have gathered these humons are a highly warlike society repeating cycles of great conflict to great resurgence throughout their history. During war time they have fought with everything from sharpened wood stakes to low grade thermo nuclear devices.

While lacking the physical exciting traits like armored skin or shape shifting qualities, I believe their nature as a self-destructive race will make them a comedic addition to the zoo.

Theta team is on their way back now with them and I’ve already given instructions to create the new paddock for them in the east wing. With any luck the benefactors will find them as amusing as I do and calm down. End Log Entry. ------------------------------- Personal Journal Entry J-757940 Head curator Migu It could not have gone any better. The public loves the new attractions and the benefactors love the increase in profits. Theta team captured roughly a dozen of these humons and when coupled with their historical data we were able to depict several invigorating habitats. We injected them with the standard nano machines to provide feedback on each of them for both the caretakers and the guests. I do have some concerns about handing the medical needs of these humons as none of our handlers know how to treat them, but I have tasked them with dissecting the gathered data for any relevant medical information. They seem very energetic and many of them have not stopped trying to escape their exhibit since they woke up. A few of them have already begun crafting crude weapons to defend themselves while forming mini factions. The largest group has created a primitive wooden fortress by sharpening sticks and creating walls with them. The smaller group has kept their distance from the larger groups while the remaining few have decided to remain in isolation from both groups. Guests love it when they start banging on the windows and try to talk with them. The children in particular I overheard already picking out their favorites and rooting for them to survive should they begin fighting. We’ve not had this kind of engagement since we brought in Bengols with their psionic abilities. ------------------------------

Personal Journal Entry J-758021 Head curator Migu

It’s been several cycles since my last entry and we’ve had a few snags. Our lack of medical knowledge regarding our latest exhibits has proven costly. Despite our best efforts to decrypt the remaining data from their ships it appears medical information was damaged beyond recovery during the capture process. This has left us unable to properly care for them during medical emergencies; which have happened far sooner than expected.

After several days of captivity several of the humons began showing signs of rapidly deteriorating mental stability. They’ve displayed signs of paranoia, societal breakdown, and an increase in aggression levels to the point they murdered other humons in the enclosure.

We’ve never had this problem before with our other exhibits, at least within such a short timeframe, and now the benefactors are calling for my head. They are upset that their most prized money generators are murdering each other risking their profit margin.

I’ve suggested applying mild sedatives to calm them but was denied. They insist that curbing their more primitive tendencies would cause customers to lose interest in them.

The suggestion of capturing more of these humons was strongly advocated for but it was my turn to deny that request. Deploying a capture team was an expensive endeavor and if the humons continued killing each other the costs would overturn any increase in profits.

I’m putting together alternatives now for my next meeting with them. Hopefully something will come along and save our hides. ---------------------------------

Personal Journal Entry J-758043 Head curator Migu

The problem for the time being has resolved itself via an unexpected avenue.

One of the capture humons was seen treating the few remaining humans; providing basic medical treatment and care.

Ordinarily we would have written off such behavior but because of our current medical situation we decided to bend regulations and reach out to the subject directly.

A translator unit was acquired and we were able to speak directly with the humon. It took several minutes to calibrate, thankfully much of their speech was unrecognizable. They would not stop trying to speak with us while it was being adjusted and went on and on about wanting to be set free and demanding answers. Honestly you think these humons would be grateful that we are lowering ourselves to speak with them.

When they finally calmed down we explained the situation to them. In exchange for their cooperation they would be given special privileges to treats and comforts for the duration of their stay. They wanted to be let out and freed from the exhibit but I quickly shut that down as a non-starter.

It eventually dawned on them that this was going to be their new existence for the remainder of their life and could live in comfort or watch as their friends died one by one; and they accepted the offer. -------------------------

Personal Journal Entry J-758117 Head curator Migu

While unusual the negotiating tactic with the humon has resolved the issue for us and the benefactors are happy once more.

With the medical humons help they were able to stabilize the injured humons while also negotiate a form of agreement between the humon factions in the exhibit. They could still maim and injure each other while guests were present but would not kill and then would be treated afterwards before the next day’s opening.

Interestingly enough the medical humon has proved very useful. They’ve been able to communicate with the rest of the humons and get them to fall in line. What’s more they’ve been minimalistic in requests with the biggest being to be taught some of the basics of our medical equipment so he can use it himself.

Ordinarily we don’t allow this but it would have freed up some of the medical wing so we allowed it with extensive supervision.

I must admit I am rather proud of myself for resolving the situation, and with such little expenditure. Things now are running smoothly once more and the profits are seeing ever increasing margins. Maybe now the benefactors will get off my back. Though honestly I think it’ll only last one or two months before the humons are worn out and they want something new.

---------------------- Personal Journal Entry J-758135 Head curator Migu

Oh gods it burns!

Everyone at the zoo is screaming and clawing their own skin!

Gods damnit make it stop! MaKE IT Stop!!!!!!!!!!!

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Emergency Transmission January 2873 Chief Medical Officer Maxwill Clemons

This is Chief Medical officer Maxwill Clemons of the ship “Hades Rest” calling out to any terran ships requesting immediate rescue.

I am not sure what planet or system we’re in, but hone in on this signal and you will find us. I will be repeating this message every hour on the hour for as long as this place has power.

I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been in this god forsaken hellhole. The automated day/night cycles have made my attempts at record keeping near impossible.

Maybe a month? Two? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.

We were kidnapped from our ship after exiting a jump and woke up to find ourselves in some sort of alien zoo. The aliens refused to speak to us at first, instead watching us from windows and laughing at us while we struggled to find out what was going on.

They’re all dead now. The aliens that is.

I never knew what they called themselves and I don’t really care.

They treated my friends like animals, so I took their precious tech and turned it on them. Made the nano machines they injected us with register the alien DNA as a deadly virus in need of immediate eradication.

First one I got was the one who was so smug about our capture and display. They changed their tune after I spat in their eye and their face started melting as the nano tech spread. Two others came in after the screaming started and they got infected as well before fleeing the room.

I stood up and went to my comrades “habitat’ and let them out as every alien around us began screaming and melting away. That was at least three days ago now and I haven’t seen one of them yet. Their whole planet now is like one massive ghost town.

We’ve enough provisions to last us and the other freed captives for some time, but please do hurry. I want off this fraking shit hole as soon as possible. --------------- Message repeats:

Emergency Transmission January 2873 Chief Medical Officer Maxwill Clemons

This is Chief Medical officer Maxwill Clemons of the ship “Hades Rest” calling out to any terran ships requesting immediate rescue. ------

#humans are insane #humans are space oddities #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #scifi #story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #ai generated art #stable diffusion

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cosmicwhoreo · 5 months

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seeing as ur cookie ocs/children (not sure what to call the little specimens) are,well,cookies-

If you could somehow (really no idea how you would) eat them,would they taste like anything in particular??

Oooooh~! A FUN ONE!!!

And for scale, I'm going to rate the edibility of each of my confectionary darlings on a scale of 1 to 10. starting with...

Horse Apple Cookie- 2/10

Uncomfortably bumpy and bitter, downright unpalatable on the taste buds. I mean... You CAN eat him and not really suffer too much in the long wrong. But nobody would recommend it... And frankly, the constant screaming of conspiracy nonsense and the fact he hasn't showered in two weeks just lowers his grade by like 1 point.

HoneyCrisp Cookie- 9/10

Actually tastes pretty good. Sweet and juicy, almost like a jolly rancher!

Grand Reef Cookie- 1/10

Uuuuuh... Maybe in his prime he tasted like rainbow sherbet ice cream like his colorful corals would lead you to believe. But nowadays...? Raw sewage. Feels and tastes like biting into a moldy apple. Uncomfortably squishy and black, like tar. Guarantee you will get violently ill from trying to eat him... He only gets a point because he will be constantly comforting you and giving all these sympathetic and apologetic pats and hugs the entire time you're puking your brains out from tasting him...

Dr Prawn Cookie- 5/10

Tastes as you'd expect. Shellfishy and meaty. But there is an uncomfortable crunch...

Sea Anemone Cookie- 4/10

Apparently you CAN eat anemones... Weird, but I guess fried anemone is a delicacy to some regions, I don't know. Tastes like shellfish, but she's too smol to really even be considered a light snack. And frankly, why WOULD you wanna eat a face like that? She's just excited to meet a big friend~!

Gold Choco Cookie- 0/10

Several problems would arise trying to chew on Goldie... Firstly, is trying to CHEW him; as his body is roughly 85% hard metal and high voltage wiring. He's hardly even dough at this point... And if you somehow managed to get by that, he tastes like oil and metal and leaves a buzz of static in your mouth. There's only a slight aftertaste of rich chocolate... But you'd have a better experience eating a chocolate-covered floppy disk before cracking a molar on his stale ass...

#asks #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #cookie ocs #cookie run oc #Sea anemone cookie #gold choco cookie #grand reef cookie #dr prawn cookie #horse apple cookie #honeycrisp cookie #my children

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coalswriting · 5 months

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competition gone wrong - lottie matthews

summary – after lottie doesn’t return to the cabin from her competition with natalie, (y/n) looks for her. (approx 2.3k words)

a/n – hello i am probably Not back because uhh. i’m very busy, but i am rewatching yellowjackets with my friend whenever i get the chance :^) i just watched s2e4 so i wanted to write something based on that. did not proofread this so it’s probably a mess too!! sorry in advance. i desperately need to sleep LOL.

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the heat of the distant sunset beat down on your back as you struggled to walk through deep snow. though it was unbelievably cold, you didn’t stop your trek, looking around at your surroundings cautiously.

the others had gone with natalie to uncover a frozen moose that she had found while you? you were looking for lottie. you had a bad feeling since the moment their weird competition was established this morning; you were all sitting, still drowsy from the early hour mixed with the cold room, and nat had gotten into an argument with someone about food, mari perhaps? long story short, lottie was volunteered to challenge nat on who would find food faster. it had almost felt like lottie couldn’t fight for herself – everyone had so much hope in her, and she didn’t want to let that falter.

truth be told, you didn’t believe in hope. it was a dangerous thing; too much of it led to ignorance, and that only took people so far. humanity was greedy. they always pinned their deepest desires on anything but themselves, whether it be an omnipotent force, or even just a seventeen-year-old girl with a strange understanding of the wilderness. either way, you believed in lottie, not because you had ‘hope’, but because you knew that you would climb to the deepest depths of tartarus for her if it meant keeping her safe. and thus, here you were, walking around a deadly silent blanket of snow, weaving through trees, looking for lottie matthews.

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when you first enrolled in wiskayok high school, you were a bit of an outsider. your family had moved from houston. they always told you that it was because your father had received an incredible job opportunity in wiskayok, but you knew it was secretly because you would return home from school, covered in bruises with tearstained cheeks. you were considered a loser in your old school and fell victim to all the bullying. girls constantly pretended to be kind to you, only to spread rumours behind your back, boys would ask you out, and then laugh in your face, and you constantly dealt with rubbish stuffed in your bag, or gum tangled in your hair. school faculty didn’t do much, probably because many of your bullies’ families funded the school. they claimed that the bullying would stop with time.

besides, it wasn’t too much of a loss on your family to move; wiskayok wasn’t anything special. housing prices were dirt cheap, and your parents were respectively an engineer and a hairdresser. they could find work anywhere.

your first day at whs was in the middle of the second semester of 8th grade. your brain managed to block out much of the anxiety, but as you stood in the middle of the cafeteria double doors during lunch, it all began to set in. you felt like a startled, hurt animal, mouth slightly agape, scanning the room for a free seat, anywhere. students peered up at you, studying you, like you were a strange specimen in a lab. suddenly, you felt a harsh shove on your shoulder as a deep masculine voice muttered “out of the way, loser!”

you inhaled sharply, regaining your balance, and shaking yourself off. you felt yourself shrink as some witnesses began to laugh. then, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and you turned around to look at the source. she was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen; she was a bit taller than you and had long flowy chestnut hair with curtain bangs and the deepest brown eyes. you felt like you were getting lost in them. her eyebrows furrowed, as she seemed to repeat herself.

“are you okay?”

“huh?” you spluttered, regaining your consciousness. you felt sick to the stomach, and your hands developed a newfound sweatiness. “yeah, sorry.. i’m okay.”

“those jocks are dickheads,” she dismissed, then she smiled at you, and holy shit. that weird sickness in your stomach became fifty times worse, and you had to forcefully rip your eyes away from her out of a genuine fear that you would die on the spot. “i’m charlotte, but everyone just calls me lottie. are you new here?”

“i’m (y/n),” you finally said, finding the confidence to make eye contact again, heat spreading up your spine. you hoped your cheeks weren’t going red. “i’m new, yeah. i moved from houston.”

“oh, wow!”, her eyes almost seemed to sparkle with admiration, “that’s a huge city! what are you doing down here in little old wiskayok?”

before you could reply, a ginger girl appeared behind lottie, looping an arm around her neck – you would later discover her to be vanessa palmer – “lot, stop torturing the newbie. cmon, i’m starving!”

lottie laughed, swinging the ginger’s arm off her, “okay, okay!”, she giggled, before turning to you. once again, she put her hand on your shoulder. “you want to come and sit with my friends? well, our table is the girls’ soccer team, but i’m sure they won’t mind you joining us. oooh, maybe you could try out! do you like soccer?”

she seemed to talk a lot, you noticed. you weren’t too sure if it was because she was as nervous as you, or if she was just a very chatty person, but you liked it. you liked her. she was nice.

eventually, you did try out for the girls’ soccer team, the yellowjackets. and surprisingly, you somehow got in. with that, you became closer to the team, especially lottie and van.

however, when the plane crashed on the way to nationals, four years later, everything changed. you were still enamoured by lottie, but she was different now – not smiling much and very quiet. van seemed like a stranger to you, and you had seen a side of taissa, natalie, and shauna that you never thought you’d see. they were imposters. and jackie and laura lee? you shuddered as you thought about them, alongside all the others that had passed away during the initial crash. they were once your friends, but you never had given yourself the chance to process their deaths. even as you sat upright in the middle of the night, crying tears of mourning over them, it never felt real. the concept of them dying was artificial in your head, and despite seeing their bodies, you concluded that you would probably never convince yourself that they were really dead.

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the snow had begun to pile on heavily and you could see your breath with every steep step you took. you were growing desperate now, the sun setting at a faster pace than you expected. you guessed that you only had about an hour of sunlight left before you would be plunged into darkness with only the merciful moon to guide you. it was probably wiser for you to turn back and continue your search tomorrow, but you knew you couldn’t stop yourself from looking for her if you tried.

suddenly, turning a corner, you saw a form a few metres from you. your breath caught in your throat, as you shuffled (as fast as possible) towards her – lottie.

“lottie?” you gasped, wiping snow off her face, confirming her suspicions. “lottie, do you hear me?!”

your voice was a little louder now, laboured with thick panic that stung in your throat like bile. her cheeks were rosy, contrasting her pale, greying face. you didn’t want to see her meet the same demise as jackie, so you whipped your thick jacket off, and after a struggle, you managed to get it on her. realistically, this was an incredibly stupid decision, but with adrenaline coursing through your veins, you felt unstoppable. and damn, did adrenaline take you far.

“hang in there, lottie, not yet, please…” you murmured, carrying her with all your might. about fifteen minutes had passed, and your thighs were burning. lottie’s starved form was heavier than you expected, and your energy was running out. you felt yourself collapse into the snow, the cold wetness seeping into your skin. then, you heard the urgent voices of mari and akailah as they called your names.

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“don’t beat yourself up over it,” lottie smiled warmly, putting a cup of hot chocolate in front of you. you had fumbled an important game mid-season, and it seemed like mari and taissa were mad at you. playing with the strings of your hoodie, you met her eyes, your stomach doing backflips. in a way to cheer you up, lottie had taken you on a ‘date’ – her words, though you wish they were a reality – to a café, and then a walk through the park.

you leaned back against the worn fabric of the seat, groaning. “is it that obvious that i’m thinking obsessively about it?”

“yes, (y/n),” she laughed, poking you in the forehead. “you always beat yourself up after our games; it’s like you never let yourself be proud.”

you reached to slap at her hand, but she pulled way before you could make contact, “i just always like to know what i could’ve done better. i’m not that great at soccer, i don’t even know how i got on the team!” you groaned, “like you’re all so perfect, and then i’m constantly messing up somehow.”

lottie went quiet for a moment, studying you as if you were an ancient scripture, like everything you presented was important to her. “you are so much more than you think (y/n),” she said, admirably, “you are one of our most adaptable players, and you’re so, so, analytical. you bring so much to this team, and you don’t even know. why do you think i always pass the ball to you in a tight situation?”

before you could answer, she continued, “it’s because you’re so damn dependable!” then lottie laughed, and winked at you, “also, you’ve a super sexy bod, and i always catch myself admiring you in the changing room.”

you choked on your hot chocolate, feeling your heart suddenly beat much faster in your chest. a ghost of a blush lined lottie’s cheeks as she reached over the table to put a hand on yours. “look, (y/n),” she murmured, voice suddenly soft, “i uh…”

you awaited her answer, feeling a sudden tsunami of anxiety wash through your body. you wanted to hide, but you wanted to hear more of what she had to say. lottie’s cheeks grew even more pink, before she tore her eyes away from your (e/c) ones. after a few seconds of silence, she looked up at you again, much more composed than she was only half a minute prior, “want to ditch this joint?”

and that, is how the two of you ended up in some isolated part of the public park, laughing and huffing, out of breath. “fuck your long legs, lot,” you gasped, leaning against a tree. lottie’s laughter boomed through the flora, as she tackled you to the ground. the both of you wrestled a little, but after a few minutes, lottie reigned victorious. she brushed your hair out of your face, staring at you.

“wh-what’s up?”, you whispered, and you swore that she could definitely feel the thumping in your ribcage.

lottie smiled at you, gently. but this time, it wasn’t her normal smile – this smile was full of fondness. “just admiring,” she muttered, and before you could process anything, her lips were on yours.

you never talked about your feelings after that day.

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a loud ringing invaded your head as you slowly regained control of your senses. everything was so bright, and you felt uncomfortably warm, if not too hot. as you tested the movement of your limbs, you felt something wrapped around your stomach. your strength slowly came back, and your eyes fluttered open.

you were in the cabin.

“huh?”, you said to nobody in particular. you almost jumped out of your skin as a husky voice reverberated near your ear.

“thank fuck you’re awake, (y/n).”

you craned your neck slightly, meeting lottie’s captivating brown eyes. you moved to pull away, but felt, what you now figured out was her arm, wrap tighter around you. looking down, you noticed that you were in the tub, and you were naked.

“w-what happened?” you gasped, reaching to cover yourself. lottie half-sighed-half-chuckled as she sunk her nose into your hair.

“i almost died, and you saved me. akailah and mari found us together, and based on the footsteps, you carried me a long way. thank you.”

you went quiet as you recalled what happened; how you had hurried through the snowy landscape, taken your jacket off for lottie, and carried her before losing consciousness. there was no beating the in-love-with-lottie allegations that van had made against you before the day of the plane crash.

“why did you do it?”, lottie continued, “the wilderness wanted me to die, so why?”

you felt your throat stiffen as your brain whirred with various answers. after a moment of silence, you decided to listen to your beating heart and come clean. there wasn’t much reason not to since you would all probably die out here.

“because, lottie matthews, i’m in love with you.”

you began to regret everything when lottie didn’t reply. however, she didn’t disappoint you for long.

“i don’t regret kissing you in the park that one time.”

you broke into a laugh, “is that all you have to say?”, and you felt her squeeze you before planting a kiss on your shoulder.

“i think you know how i feel. you’re the only one who keeps me grounded, and you’re always there for me. i never feel lonely when i’m around you.”

that was enough confirmation for you. sometimes less was more, and you leaned into lottie’s touch in the tub, enjoying the feeling of her skin on yours.

well, until taissa told the both of you to stop hogging the hot water.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader

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BRAND NEW MOVES — jake sim [repost]

landing page. main masterlist.

pairing: nerd jake x afab reader

genre: mild fluff, mild angst, smut (mdni)

plot: you had met jake on your first day at university, him studying personal training and playing many sports, with extra math and science classes on the side for the fun of it, while you were studying sports therapy and massage. your paths often crossed with jake's, which soon turned into a secret relationship. but jake just wants to scream from the rooftops that he is yours, and you are his.

wc: 4380

warnings under the cut.

warnings: established relationship, jake is a major softy but can also be a petty jealous, reader unintentionally makes jake jealous, jake unintentionally makes reader jealous, secret relationship, mentions of birth control pills (reader takes them), unprotected sex (safety first guys), mentions of marking (hickeys, receiving).

Jake was well-known and loved by everyone. He was great at various sports but was mostly known for being on the football team. He had excellent grades, being top of the whole year group in math. He was the golden boy. Untouchable. Impossible not to love. It didn't help he had this face he pulled to get whatever he wanted. Wide, puppy-like eyes with the most luscious pout that caused anyone to become addicted to the idea of kissing them.

And no one knew, but behind closed doors, it was you he was holding in his arms. It was you who got to kiss his pouty lips. It was you who he gave the puppy eyes to, but he always ended up being the one on his knees to please your every demand and request.

This fine specimen called Jake Sim that all women craved and all men envied was yours and only yours.

Somehow, he had a reputation for being a bit of a player, but he had never had any other girlfriends. Some people misinterpreted the girls who chased after him, his fans; they called themselves and blamed him for so many girls fawning over him. He didn't see how he was anything special, and he hated how much people treated him like he was some shining star. He just wanted to be treated like he was normal, which was precisely why he fell for you.

You were good and kind. You didn't have fans who were always chasing after you, as Jake did, but many students often spoke your praises and spoke of you as some golden icon.

You were among the only students in class with links to the student council, so people often visited you with their concerns about classes or the campus. You were smart—rivalling Jake in most categories. And you were quiet, so most students often went to you with their concerns about anything from the fear of failing classes to personal life drama and everything else between. They knew you would never tell another soul.

Whenever Jake walked down the hallways, everyone stopped to stare or offered him wishes that he would have a good day, to which he always responded to them with kind words of his owns.

But when he walked past you, it was almost as if you ignored one another.

No one seemed to notice, as you still offered one another a small smile or a nod. You often felt the urge to grab his stupid face and kiss him right there, but you knew you couldn't risk it. God knows what his fangirls would do to you.

Jake's hand always ensured to brush against yours, though. The hallway was wide, he had enough space to walk around and avoid you, but he would never do that. He always liked the idea of being able to hold your hand in public, but he worried those around him would try to tear down the relationship. So he settled for the subtle hand brushes in the hallways and the secret embraces in your bedrooms where only your closest friends and family knew about the relationship.

You sat on his bed. Jake's mother let you in, as usual. She even got you a key cut some weeks ago, but you were always too shy to use it. Jake was meant to be packing due to moving out into an apartment in the city of his own—but of course, you had to be his motivation to do anything; otherwise, he would leave the packing to the very last minute.

Jake entered his bedroom after you lazed across his bed while waiting for him for about an hour. You were about to doze off until you woke with a gasp at Jake throwing his door open a little too aggressively. You raised your head and mumbled softly, "Hey, Jake."

Jake smiled warmly at you as he used his foot to shut his bedroom door. He pulled his jacket off, then he instantly made his way to his bed and crawled on beside you. Jake wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against his body, closing his eyes as his head hit his pillow. He shared no words, but with the kind of relationship you guys had, sometimes you didn't need to talk for hours. Just holding one another was enough.

Your eyes kept closing every time you opened them. You were well prepared to help Jake with all the packing and be his motivational cheerleader an hour ago, but now, you just wanted to lie in his arms and sleep.

You closed your eyes and pressed your cheek against his chest, basking in the warmth of his embrace. You breathed in his cologne and felt all your worries fade away. He was your whole heart, and he had no idea just how much he meant to you—just how in love with him you were.

I love you.

Those were words Jake found hard to say when it came to you.

He felt it, love. He just didn't know how to tell you. You were the first girl he had ever dated in this way, the first girl he had ever felt these kinds of feelings for in this way.

Sure, you had dated other men before, but Jake was also the first to make you feel this way. Your heart swelled each time you saw him, even if you guys just shared a glance across the football field.

You had said it to him once. I love you. Guaranteed you were asleep, but Jake heard it. He didn't respond with words for fear of waking you up, but his hand gently pushed your hair from your face before he cupped your cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

At the memory of waking up and cuddling with Jake before his mom made you both breakfast, you couldn't help the wide smile that spread across your face. You held your notebook to your chest, smiling like a love-sick idiot.

Your friend rushed up behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, causing a surprised yelp to come from you—too distracted to notice they were calling and chasing after you.

Your friend, Jay Park, smiled wide at you as he used the arm around you to reach for your head, ruffling your hair playfully. "What's got you walking around in a smiley, giggly daze?" He asked, laughing when you swatted his hands away.

"Nothing," You defended, but your smile betrayed you. Jay wiggled his eyebrows and tilted his head down the hallway in the direction of the class Jake was about to exit at any given second.

"Thinking about your lover boy again?" Jay asked, a smirk forming as you slapped his arm and whispered insults and swears to get him to shut up.

"Remember, no one is meant to know about that!" You felt no shame sharing this secret with someone like Jay, though. You needed a friend to lean on when things were getting rough. Jake was also okay with Jay knowing about your relationship. It wasn't like he would pull out a megaphone and expose you both.

You were too distracted by Jay now, not noticing when your secret boyfriend exited his classroom with a smile on his lips and his puppy-like eyes searching for you. His smile soon fell when he noticed Jay's hand on your shoulder while you were talking excitedly about an unknown subject, your eyes wide and your mouth tilted up in a smile.

Jake looked down. He felt ashamed—he couldn't be so open with you in public. Not that he didn't want to; he just feared someone else doing or saying something to risk your relationship. He tried to take it easy, being a firm believer in privacy regarding relationships.

Jake remained in his position as all the other students walked out of class and around him, most bidding him goodbye with waves or words like 'see you later'. His eyes were fixated on you, watching every move you and Jay made.

You finally noticed a crowd of students from the corner of your eye and turned your head to look in the direction of his class, your smile now focused on him. But Jake looked off. A little upset or even angry. You raised an eyebrow and stepped away from Jay in Jake's direction.

Your smile fell as Jake turned and rushed after some students, wrapping his arm around one of the boy's shoulders before he began animatedly talking about something you were too far away to hear.

You stopped in your tracks, your arms falling from your chest as your hand held your book tight. You never talked to Jake at campus, of course not, but you still shared glances and even walked past one another while whispering affirmations that you missed one another. It wasn't like him to run away from you like that.

Jay made his way to you with a frown knitted on his forehead. "Why did lover boy run off like that? Did you two fight?"

You shook your head. "No…"

Jake had ignored your messages all that night, and you felt a hole begin to form in your stomach, which was becoming overwhelmed with concern and fear. You had messaged Jay a million times, surprised he even replied instead of telling you to leave him alone. But he knew you had no one else to talk to, and you appreciated that he was always there for you.

Plus, Jay was the one joint friend you both shared—and he, too, was being ignored by Jake. You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach but had no choice but to push it down. You were going to his football match that afternoon, and nothing would stop you.

To try and get his attention and to get him to forgive you for whatever petty reason that caused him to be ignoring you without any warning, you dressed in a white sundress and wore light, natural makeup. You tied your hair back to show off your neck and shoulders.

Unbeknownst to you, Jake always had a thing for your neck, wishing he could leave marks all over the soft skin so everyone would know you were his.

You left your tiny apartment with the need for freedom and the chance to make things right with Jake. If you had done or said something to trigger or upset him, you had to talk it out and not just let things simmer in unspoken festering anger.

You arrived at the football game with Jay and chose to sit as close to the field as possible. You held your phone tight in your hand, waiting for a text from Jake that seemed as if it would never come.

Soon enough, the team players entered the field, and, as usual, Jake's eyes searched for you. He found you in your usual spot, and his lips turned up into a wide smile of relief that you still showed up despite him being petty. His smile wavered slightly when he noticed Jay beside you, but he ignored that face and sent you a small wave.

You felt instant relief and began to think up multiple reasons to defend the ghosting Jake had been doing. Maybe he broke his phone, or he lost it? Surely if he was ignoring you, he wouldn't have just waved.

When the game ended, the crowd slowly trickled out. Jay offered to take you home, but you were determined you were going to see Jake and talk things out. Jay assured you should you need him, he would keep his phone by his side. You were thankful, but you knew this was something for only you and Jake to discuss.

You decided to make your way to the dressing room, waiting at the door when it seemed most of the players had left. You waited 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes. You frowned. What was taking Jake so long? His car was still parked in its usual place.

You bit the inside of your cheek and decided to invade the dressing room, making your way through the hallway until you got to the opening, which showed rows of lockers and benches. It sounded like the showers were running, so you called out his name.

"Jake?" Your voice shook a little, worried it wasn't him left behind, and you may have just exposed the secret you both desperately wanted to keep hidden—that you were somehow tied to one another.

The running water stopped, and then you heard footsteps. You look around, and sure enough, Jake came out of one of the archways leading off to separate rooms. He had a towel hanging low on his waist and looked tired.

You smiled at him, and he smiled back. He used one of his hands to push his wet hair out of his face as he made his way through the open area to the locker near you, his name written in messy white marker on the light blue metal.

"Are you okay?" You offered, hoping Jake would finally talk to you. It had been almost 24 hours since he began to refuse to reply to your messages, and it had been nearly 20 hours since he had turned his phone off and refused to look at it for fear of giving in too quickly.

But now you were standing before him, his anger washed away with just one smile. He knew he was being petty, but he couldn't help but fear losing you to Jay—someone you probably felt would be easy to be in a public relationship with.

You sighed softly, walking to sit on the bench behind Jake. He pulled his towel from his waist and began drying off. Neither of you were concerned about being naked in front of the other; you had seen each other naked more than enough times. But Jake seemed to be in a rush to dry off and grab his clean clothes from his bag.

"Jake," Your voice sounded firm, causing your boyfriend to stop his actions and turn slowly to face you. "Why are you ignoring me? Have I said or done something to upset you? If I have, ignoring me isn't the best way to go about it. We should sit down, and you should express what boundaries I've crossed so I know not to do it again."

Jake let out a small puff of air through pursed lips, then crouched before you and gently wrapped his fingers around your hands, which sat on your lap.

"I saw Jay being a bit… too friendly with you yesterday, and it drove me a little crazy," Jake replied, to which you raised an eyebrow at him and shook your head.

"You know nothing like that would ever, ever happen between Jay and me. We met through you, so we respect you too much for a start." Jake knew you were trying to comfort him, but your words almost hurt him. You sounded as if you were brushing his concerns away without considering how it made him feel.

"I get it, though," You continued, to which Jake felt relief. He had never been in a relationship that was so serious yet so fun. You were adults, so you both had to be mature with your concerns. "I would probably have felt the same if we shared another friend who could freely touch you in public. But you know I would never do that to you, right?"

Jake nodded, offering a small smile, and softly whispered, "I know."

You let go of one of his hands and pressed your hand against his cheek, your lips begging to kiss him as he looked so invested in your every word. But you had to let something off your chest. "And second, I'm too in love with you that if this were to ever end, I don't think I would ever be able to fall in love with someone else again."

"Love?" Jake whispered again, his eyes staring deep into yours as you dropped your hand from his face. He looked deep in thought for a second before he smiled and nodded in response. "I'm in love with you too."

You smiled and looked down at your lap, your joint hands. You laughed shyly. You felt Jake's hand touch your cheek, so you looked up and into his eyes. Jake leant forward and pressed his lips to yours, the kiss beginning soft and gentle, but when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed your body against his tightly, he couldn't help but get riled up.

Jake mumbled against your lips, his hands roughly holding your hips, "We need to leave. Can you keep your hands to yourself while I get dressed? We can go to mine for the night, yeah?"

You nod, dramatically pulling your arms back from his neck and slamming them on the bench, each hand on either side of you. Jake laughed, and you couldn't help but smile wide at the reaction. You kept your hands in their positions as Jake got up and grabbed his clothes to change. Once he was in his boxers, joggers and a hoodie, he lazily shoved his towel in his bag before he picked it up and turned to you with his hand held out.

You stood and grabbed his hand, the pair of you leaving the place together. You both got into his car, and Jake had to stop himself from speeding as he was needy to show you just how much he loved you.

As he pulled up to his house and parked outside, he said haphazardly, almost sounding in a trance, "I want to go semi-public about us."

"Excuse me?" You asked, your eyes going wide as you turned in your seat to face him.

Jake laughed and nodded his head. He reached across you to open his glove box, finally pulling out his phone. "Hear me out. We're not going to be ending this any time soon, so why don't we share photos but just not show the other person's face. Then everyone will know we're taken. Private, but not a secret."

You let out a single laugh, almost like a breath of disbelief. But Jake's smile and puppy dog eyes told you he was serious. You felt your stomach doing flips and couldn't help but nod your head quickly. "Yes, God, yes."

Jake laughed and leaned over to kiss you, but you rushed to clap your hand over his mouth to stop him.

"Jake Sim, I swear to God if we kiss in this car, I'm going to climb on your lap, and we're going to fuck right here right now. And I'm sure old lady Choi will be more than happy to watch us and tell your parents about the view."

Jake pulled back, saluted and replied with a smirk. "Yes, ma'am."

Jake exited the car and ran around to open the door for you, holding his hand out for you. You placed your hand in his and got out, following after Jake, who threw his head back and groaned when you kissed the back of his shoulder. "I swear to God I'm going to fuck you all night long that on Monday, you still won't be able to walk straight, and everyone will be asking you what happened."

You laughed and rolled your eyes, using your free hand to pat his shoulder. "Sure, sure, Jake. Whatever you say."

Jake dropped your hand to unlock the door, pulled you inside, and rushed to lock the door behind you. Jake stood there for a second, just staring at you. Then he crouched, wrapped an arm around your thighs, and finally threw you over his shoulder. Jake held you tight, walking while carrying you to his room.

You couldn't help but laugh and feared he would drop you. You safely made it to his bed, Jake gently placing you to sit on the edge. He didn't give you time to think before his hands gripped your waist and his lips attacked your neck.

"Jake," You let out a breathy moan. Jake's lips and tongue attached to your skin, but the soft kisses soon turned rough. His teeth began to sink into your skin, mixed with some sucking. He was determined to make an art piece all over your neck and chest.

One of your hands moved to tangle into his hair while your other hand grabbed his jogger's waistband. You were needy. It had been over a week since you guys lasted touched one another. You needed him badly.

Jake took the hint and pulled away from your neck enough to push your dress to your waist and his joggers down to his knees. He needed you too, too lazy to fully undress yourselves.

Jake wrapped his hand around his dick and pumped a few times, throwing his head back and biting his lip to hold back to moan threatening to spill out at the good feeling. He then looked at you, your dress to your hips and your legs wide opening, waiting for him.

Jake finally let out a groan and leaned down to lie between your legs. His lips kissed yours feverishly while his hands became rough on your hips. You dared to push your hips up against his at this, smiling at the reaction you gained. Jake moaned into your mouth, pulling back to look at you darkly.

Jake pulled your panties to the side and wasted no time pushing inside you, just wanting to feel you. The stretch was uncomfortable as you weren't prepared for it, but it quickly subsided. Jake remained still for a while, pressing gentle kisses to the red marks he had littered against your skin.

"You look too beautiful, baby," Jake mumbled, pulling back to look down at you. Your cheeks flushed pink, but you smiled and pouted your lips. Jake rolled his eyes but did as you asked, leaning down to gently kiss your lips.

Jake gave a test thrust of his hips, earning a gasp from you. Jake kept thrusting but was slow, not too hard. But when you began to whine, he knew you were adjusted. Your hands tried to grip at his waist to pull him in faster. He grabbed your hands at this, entwining your fingers as he thrust faster, harder.

Jake's head felt into your neck, kissing at the skin he attacked earlier. You squeezed his hands, pushing your hips up as you felt your release reaching close as his thrusts began to get harder. Your moans became faster and louder. You were almost there. Then Jake pulled out.

Your mouth fell open, and you couldn't move at first, but then you sat up with a glare, furious at Jake. "What the fuck? I was almost there!"

Jake tutted and shook his head. "You deserve a bit of a warning to not let Jay touch you up again, don't you think? I need to remind you exactly who you belong to."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "All he did was touch my shoulder; you can't seriously get mad over that when you don't even say more than five words to me on campus."

"Watch me," Jake teased before thrusting back into you, unwilling to anger you further and prolong your orgasms. He pressed his thumb lazily to your clit to help push you closer to the edge faster.

You moaned loudly and gripped tight on his shoulders, scheming your own ways to mark him up just as he had done with you. You pressed your face into his neck, daring to suck a series of hickeys in a line before you pulled back with a smirk.

Jake rubbed your clit faster, giving a faux warning, "Behave yourself, baby girl, or I'll pull out again."

You whined and shook your head at his response, knowing he wasn't being too serious. The faster he rubbed your clit, the closer you came to your orgasm again. The familiar tensing of muscles in your thighs and lower stomach began, and soon enough, you let out a string of moans mixed with his name before you released around him.

At the feeling of your walls tightening around him, Jake let loose inside you and leant down to sloppily kiss you, mumbling against your lips, "Thank God you're on the pill. I could never go back to fucking you in condoms. I'm addicted to how you feel."

You laughed and hugged your arms around his shoulders, Jake allowing his head to fall against the very top of your chest. He closed his eyes, already tired, as he had also spent over an hour playing football not too long ago.

"We should order food," You tried to hint, you always being the one to take care of Jake when he had a busy sports day which often wore him out.

"Mmh, in a bit," He mumbled. You could already feel him falling asleep. But then he gasped and reached for his hoodie pocket, pulling his phone out.

"Can I post a photo of us like this?" Jake asked. Your dress still covered your chest, and his hoodie had a large, baggy style, so only his face and a hint of your clothing would be in the photo. You nod your head, a blush forming on your face with pure excitement at the idea of being debuted on his social media accounts—even though it would be faceless.

Jake pouted his lips, and you felt your heart race as you saw how cute he looked in the photo. You smiled as he snapped the picture and opened his social media app. He typed in a simple 'my girl always knows how to take care of me after a match' before he pressed post, not a single time to think about what he was posting.

Jake then dropped his phone off the bed onto the floor, wrapping his arms under your body as he hugged you tight. He closed his eyes, mumbling a soft "I love you" before falling asleep.

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