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rveyjules · 8 months

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A Second Chance

Pairing: RE6!Leon Kennedy x Prime Minister's Daughter! Reader (ft. Ada Wong)

Genre: Smut, Romance, Angst

Warning: cheating, Leon is obsessed with the reader, stalking, taking photos, the reader is cold but deep inside she’s a sweetheart, mentions of arranged marriage, pure smut (mentions of masturbation, foreplay, kissing, breasts fondling and sucking, markings, p in v intercourse, virgin sex, penetrative sex, Leon is huge [I think it's at least 9 inches, sheesh], creampie, aftercare)

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: As the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister and one of the faces of the family, you received multiple assassination attempts. So, your father hired someone to keep an eye on you. And to your surprise, out of all people, it was Leon Kennedy your father picked for you. You and Leon had a secret relationship but soon did not last because another woman came into his life. Now that the both of you meet again, will it be the start of chaos or a continuation of romance?

author's note: This story is entirely fictional. I do not know what the President and the Prime Minister exactly do for the country. Same with the occupation of being a prosecutor and the chief of the CIA. English is not my mother tongue so pardon if you encounter mistakes and grammatical errors. This is only for entertainment purposes only. And minors, please do your homework first.

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It all started when you had an assassination attempt for the fifth time. Being the only daughter of the Prime Minister isn’t easy. The more your father becomes powerful, the more assassination attempts you receive because if the opponent can't attack the Prime Minister, their target will be his family and pick the most treasured and precious gem of his life, his daughter.

"The President will help to capture those bastards who tried to kill you." Your father spoke, looking at you, who was fixing the files from the CIA.

"Papa, this is the fifth time you told me that. All the men you hired to guard me ended up being fired."

"Because they failed to protect you," The Prime Minister replied in a strict fatherly tone. "This time, it was the President who recommended this agent to keep an eye on you."

"I hope he wouldn't think that I am being a spoiled brat and a baby when he found out that I am a prosecutor." You chuckled, shaking your head a little.

"Yes, you are a prosecutor. Not just a simple prosecutor. You are one of the most powerful prosecutors in the Supreme Court. You have access to every government agency as the Chief of the CIA. So, it’s quite understandable that those people who tried to eliminate you were not just because of me but because you are one of the most influential people in politics.”

You sighed and gave him a small smile. Your father has been stressed out with international political stuff plus your assassination attempt. And speaking of the President, both of them are best friends and they climbed the political ladder together. The President is personally closer to the Prime Minister than the Vice President. That’s why when you survived your fifth assassination attempt, it was the President who was one of the first people that paid a visit to check on you.

“Alright, I’ll accept whoever the President has to recommend to guard me. But Papa, I don’t want to be guarded all the time. You know what I mean. I need some private time.” Your father nodded in agreement.

“I understand. I’ll call the President.” With that, he walked out of your office and was escorted by his bodyguards as he walked down the hallway of my office.

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“I heard our dads having a conversation about your assassination attempt. Are you sure you’re okay?” Your friend, Ashley asked in a concerned tone on the other line of the call.

“Yeah, I am fine. The assassin must have poor eyesight.” You laughed but Ashley only sighed.

“You’re still joking around as if you weren’t stunned when you barely dodge the bullet. By the way, my dad recommended the man who saved me from Spain. You haven’t heard about him, have you? Because you have three cases to finish.” Ashley chuckled.

“The two are successful, only the rape case left. But believe me, I was so worried about you. And don’t tell me his name. I love surprises.” You grinned.

“Oh, no. Here we go again with that behavior of yours. I think you know this person. Because when I mentioned you once in our conversation, he was surprised to hear that you are the Chief of the CIA and a prosecutor.”

“Do we know each other?” I asked, confused. Ashley hummed and chuckled.

“You’ll meet him tomorrow, according to the conversation between the Prime Minister and the President.”

With that, you started critically thinking about the person. According to your father, he’s a federal agent and was exclusively picked to save Ashley from an insane cult in Spain. But why did this person seem to know you?

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“This is Leon Scott Kennedy. Your bodyguard starting today.” Your father, the Prime Minister introduced the federal agent who saved your friend from Spain and the one the President recommended.

And for the very first time, you hated surprises. This is the worst surprise you’ve ever had. Leon looks different from before. How long has it been since the Raccoon City outbreak? Fifteen years? Leon looked at you, scanning you from head to toe. You are wearing a black tight turtleneck knee-length dress, black high heels, and simple makeup but the matte red lipstick made you look bold. Your chest and curves perfectly fit the dress you are wearing. His gaze went back to you and swiftly rolled your eyes.

“Bodyguard?” You repeated, hiding your irritation because out of all people to become your bodyguard, why this fucking bastard? Why your ex?

Your father nodded his head.

“If he saved the President’s daughter alone from a deadly cult in Spain, then he can save you from assassination attempts.”

“Papa, that guy can’t predict if there’s someone who will try to eliminate me.” You retorted and your father gave you a disapproving look.

“We agreed on this already, Y/n. And this is an exclusive decree from the President. You are one of the secret weapons of the country so for him, it is also his responsibility to take care of you.” Your father reminded you.

“I know my job, Papa! You don’t have to remind me of that! Right now, I can’t help but feel embarrassed of myself that the Chief of the CIA needed to be guarded as if I can’t protect myself.”

“Y/n L/n!” Your father yelled, shutting you up. “For Christ’s sake, Y/n! Just for once! I am trying to protect you but you wouldn’t listen! And for the first time, you despised the man we selected to keep an eye on you. I mean, what’s wrong if this guy keeps an eye on you?”

His question made you pause. Your father must never know the reason why the hell you hated Leon so much. Even thinking about it makes your heart break. So, you looked down and replied against your will to not make this worse.

“Alright. End of discussion.”

Your father scoffed at your sudden change of mood and aura. He had never seen you glare and roll your eyes at the agents he picked to protect you. You are warm to the four guards who used to protect you. It was he who fired them when an assassination attempt occurred and those men failed to protect you. But now, he sees nothing but the fire of rage in your eyes when he introduces Leon to you as your bodyguard.

“Y/n, what the hell is wrong with you?” He asked.

“I accepted him already, Papa! Don’t ask me such questions again. Just fire him the moment someone fired a gun on me while he was nowhere to be found. Just like what you did to my former bodyguards.” You replied, turning your back on him so that he couldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes.

And then, the Prime Minister’s phone rang. He accepted the call and there was silence in the room so that he could have a proper conversation with the caller. After a few seconds, he hung up and looked at you.

“I need to go. They need me to discuss something in the White House.” He announced and you gave him a nod without sparing him a glance.

When your father left, you turned around and faced Leon who was looking at you the whole time, realizing that you are not the young girl he left for another woman back then. It’s true, he thought. You are no longer naive, eyes full of anger with the mess he made fifteen years ago.

“You changed, Y/n. After fifteen years…” Leon started which made you smirk.

“Unlike that woman who’s still manipulative. Bet you didn’t last.” You straight-forwardly rebutted and headed over to your desk. You sit on your executive leather chair and cross your legs as you rest your back against the backrest.

“Tell me, what’s your motive?” You asked sharply.

“It was the President who recommended me to the Prime Minister.” He replied but you shook your head in disapproval.

“You can decline but you didn’t. There must be a reason why you accepted the offer. The government needs you to save the country from bioweapons but here you are, standing in front of me as my bodyguard.”

“Well, I am protecting the country’s secret weapon so I think it’s considered. Besides, the President and I agreed that I will still work as a federal agent of DSO while guarding the Prime Minister’s daughter.”

Well, he has a point. You hummed in satisfaction with his answer and opened a file and checked the documents regarding the case you are currently in. There was a silence between you and Leon couldn’t help but feel your anger behind your calm expressions. No matter how much you tried to not make this personal, the pain he gave you makes it difficult for you to calm your nerves.

But Leon decided to give it a try…

“Ada and I were not in a relationship… or even on good terms.” He stated, causing you to grin.

“Not interested. Besides, you are nothing to me.”

You can feel that your words affected him but you don’t care. And there’s an awkward silence again until you receive a call from the Chief Prosecutor. At least it saved you from the uncomfortable feeling of being with your ex. You stood up and kept your documents in the proper places and grabbed your handbag.

You walked to the door but Leon moved faster to open the door for you. You ignored his presence and walked out of your office to the ground floor. Leon tailed behind you until you came out of the law firm’s building and your driver pulled up the car in front of you. Before Leon can move, you open the door for yourself and get inside the car.

Leon paused for a moment and shook his head and was about to get inside the front seat but you rolled your windows down and said…

“I do not allow my bodyguard to come to join me in my car so go join my other guards in the other car.” Leon scoffed and retorted back. “According to the Prime Minister, I shall join you in every vehicle you are going to ride.”

“Are you working for the Prime Minister or me?” You sarcastically asked.

He didn't want to make further arguments so he sighed and just obliged. You rolled your windows up and your driver drove away to your destination.

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It was now nighttime. You and Ashley decided to hang out in a fancy bar in the city. You are staying in the VIP Room while your bodyguards are staying outside of the room, securing the area. You two are regular customers of the bar and the owner doesn’t mind if you two brought a bunch of bodyguards for safety purposes.

So here you are, sipping a glass of whiskey with your legs crossed and back against the backrest of the leather couch as you stare into nowhere in the room. It has been two weeks since your father hired Leon as your bodyguard. Having him around you during those days felt like being chained up again to your past.

“Hey, you’ve been staring at nowhere. Are you even listening to me?” Ashley’s voice snapped you back to your senses. You hummed and took the last drop of the whiskey before putting the glass down and pouring yourself another shot.

“You rarely drink whiskey, Y/n. What’s wrong?” She asked and you didn’t reply to her. Instead, you pulled a cigarette and put them between your lips, and lit them up before huffing out a smoke.

“Knew it. Something’s wrong. Was this because of your new bodyguard?” She asked and you hummed, huffing out another smoke.

“Tell me, Ash. Do you think my life right now would be different if I asked you his goddamned name before we met?” You asked.

“Why do you ask?” She asked too while you breathed out another smoke and sipped on your glass of whiskey.

“Because I could’ve stopped Dad from hiring him! That bastard has been getting on my nerves for the last two weeks.” You hissed.

Like your father, Ashley asked the same question. “What’s wrong if my dad recommended him and your father hired him to be your bodyguard? Y/n, Leon is one of the top agents in the country. He saved many lives and protected the country from bioweapons. And this is the first time you despised your bodyguard. You weren’t this cold to your former bodyguards until Leon came.”

There was another pause as you finished your cigarette and put it on the ashtray and drank your whiskey. Ashley continued, “Was I right? Do you two know each other?” She asked and you hummed again as the response. Even responding to her is difficult, especially when you're talking about the man who ruined you.

“We used to, Ash. We used to.” You replied, chuckling to yourself as you tried to stop your tears from falling. Ashley has been your best friend even before his father became the elected President of the United States of America but you don’t want her to see your vulnerable side.

“Used to? Like, he’s a part of your past?” She asked and you nodded your head.

“Worst part of my life, rather.” You sipped again, gulping the strong liquor down to your throat.

“You know, it would be nice if you would share your backstory with me. Even just the highlights, I’m sure I can understand it.”

“Ash, he’s my ex-boyfriend.” You frankly said. Ashley gasped upon hearing this from you.

She never thought that the man who saved her in Spain was your ex-lover. This is a shocking revelation for her. Ashley recalled the moments she mentioned you during her conversation with him back in 2005. Leon’s reaction was still clear in her memory when she told him that you are a prosecutor and one of the most powerful ones in the Supreme Court. He was completely surprised but then he was grinning moments later.

“No wonder why he was surprised when I mentioned your name back in 2005. How long has it been since you two broke up?”

“Since 1998. It was during the Raccoon City outbreak. After we parted ways, I never heard from him again and just focused on my studies.” You lit up another cigarette, putting the stick between your fingers and lips.

“Why did you two break up?” Ashley asked.

You paused for a moment. A lump formed in your throat and a tear slipped out of your eye. Your only way is to gulp down the whiskey in your glass. Ashley doesn’t want to force you to spill out the truth. Her point is to ease the pain in your heart. Seeing you struggling to speak is enough for her to understand that you and Leon did not have a good end.

“He’s a traitor,” You managed to speak out, taking deep breaths as you struggled to breathe.

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Ashley had to go because her mother, The First Lady called because of curfew. She doesn't want to leave you in tears but you ushered her to leave, saying that you will be fine and enjoy the time by yourself. Ashley gave you an apologetic look before grabbing her purse, kissing your cheek, and leaving the VIP Room.

And there you are, having deep thoughts. You huffed out another smoke and groaned. You are not a menacing teenager who will do everything to get rid of Leon. That’s too immature. Ever since you graduated in Law and become a prosecutor, you promised yourself that you are no longer that young girl who’s sweet and naive. You need to be tough no matter how hard the situation is. No matter how much pressure a case gives you, you will do everything to win the trial.

Same as being the Chief of the CIA. Your hacking skills, high potential on battlefields, gunfight skills, and being a deadly agent made you reach your current position. None of the missions you had were easy. Most of them cost the lives of agents that failed to complete the mission. Only you are the last man standing. At the end of the missions, you’d always look around and see the pools of blood scattered around whether it is from your enemy or comrades. Dead bodies lay down on the bloodied ground. And now, the President takes you as the country’s secret weapon against the threat from other countries who will dare to attack.

Those events happened within fifteen years. You didn’t get enough rest. Your mind is so occupied with your job that even when Ashley was kidnapped back in 2005, you did not let your emotion take over you and continued pursuing your goals and fulfilling your responsibilities as a prosecutor and the Chief of the CIA. Leon never popped into your mind ever since. Now that he’s here again as your bodyguard, you couldn’t help but recall what pain he gave you in Raccoon City fifteen years ago.

Fifteen years ago in Raccoon City, things go wrong as you, Leon, and Ada encounter another group of survivors and now they are chasing you down to kill you. Ada, the most experienced one in fighting got shot in the leg causing her to fall to the ground. You and Leon are shooting them with your guns but he saw Ada get shot.

“Ada!” He yelled and shot those people who are after her before running to her to check on her. But there’s a guy who appeared out of nowhere and pointed his gun at Leon.

“Leon, duck!” You yelled and covered Leon with your body. A gunshot echoed around the road and you hissed in pain as the bullet hit you on your arm.

You growled and reloaded your gun as fast as you could and shot the guy right in the head. You took care of the rest of the people while Leon is busy treating Ada’s injury with a small medical kit he has. After a few seconds of silence, you lowered your gun and held your injured arm to stop the bleeding. You turned around and found Leon carrying Ada in his arms.

In your view, Ada was telling Leon that she’s fine and can’t walk, even including a phrase that it was just a bite of an ant. But Leon insisted on carrying her. It makes you feel jealous. Like, you are his girlfriend while Ada is just a random FBI Agent who appeared out of nowhere and saved Leon from infected dogs. Then, why is he treating her as if you are not around? Does he even realize that he was hurting you? Does he realize that a man who’s in a relationship shouldn’t act like that around his girlfriend?

So, to not ruin Leon’s time with her and to avoid making an issue between you in the middle of a zombie outbreak, you uncovered your arm, letting it bleed. You’re wearing a black hoodie so the blood isn’t noticeable. Claire will be here soon so you can treat your wound later. You wouldn’t die if you bleed and wait for Claire, would you? With a heavy sigh, you walked away, taking the lead while Leon followed you with Ada in his arms.

Soon, you found Claire with Sherry in a safe room. She was treating Leon’s wounds too while Ada was resting in the bed. While you are looking outside through the window. It was your only way to ease the pain and jealousy you felt. That shot could have killed Leon if you didn’t cover him. That could’ve cost your life too. This isn’t the first time you felt jealous. This is the tenth time you felt this way and you hate it. You noticed how Ada acts around Leon and she usually dismisses you. If she did, it was against her will.

You are in deep thought when you hear Sherry gasp…

“Y/n, you’re bleeding! Why are you not saying anything?!” With that, you gained everyone’s attention. Claire immediately approached you and found your arms bleeding.

“How could you not say anything! You’ll die if we don't treat this immediately!” Claire scolded you, rolling up your sleeves, and gasped when he found your injury bleeding more. She grabbed all the things she needed and started treating your wound.

You gritted your teeth as Claire took the bullet out of your arm and wrapped it with a bandage. Leon approached you too and attempted to hold your hand but you declined and said, “I can manage.” And there Leon realized that something was wrong.

Until one day… you find out Ada’s secret. Upon finding out about this, anger quickly rushed down through your veins and quickly grabbed your gun and pointed it to Ada and fired multiple times but none of the bullets hit her as it was your way to catch her attention.

“Tell us the truth, Ada Wong,” You growled venomously. “Tell us who the hell are you…”

“Y/n!” Leon quickly stood between you and Ada, facing you. “Put the gun down! What the hell is wrong with you?!” He shrieked.

“That bitch is fooling around us! She told us that she was an FBI Agent when I didn’t see her record on the FBI’s server! Stay away from that traitor, Leon!” You hissed, firmly pointing your gun at Ada.

Ada did not reply but there is no hint of worry or regret in her eyes. Instead, she glared at you. She stepped in front of you, never breaking eye contact with you. She then smirked and put on a smug look on her face.

“Traitor? Seriously? If you are just a student, you wouldn’t know how to access the FBI’s server. From the very start, I’ve been helping you and Leon. I’ve saved your life a lot of time and now this is how you are going to repay me?!” Ada hissed at you.

“For an eighteen-year-old student, it’s not easy to hack the FBI. What about you, Y/n? Who the hell are you?” She turned the tables around. She takes steps closer to you as if she was challenging you.

“Don’t change the topic, Ada. You’re working under Albert Wesker, right? One of the researchers and the reasons why the hell we are here in this damn situation? Too bad, Ada. You did not pass as the best actress.”

Then, Ada attacked you at such speed. Of course, you dodged her attacks and are more trained than her regardless of your age and state in the government. You may be just a student, practicing Law but no one must look down on you or even doubt your commitment especially when you are doing this for your team’s safety. The combat between you and Ada ended when you pulled the trigger and hit her on the waist. Ada grunted and you took the opportunity to take her down.

“Y/n, enough!” Leon pulled Ada away with such care which breaks your heart more. Claire was holding Sherry who was sobbing in her embrace.

“Leon, are you defending her?” You asked, feeling betrayed. Leon put Ada to the side for a moment before pulling you away to a more private room.

“What the hell did you just do?! You know that Ada is our key point to survive this damn apocalypse!” Leon hissed at you and of course, you retorted back.

“From the very start, I did not trust that woman even a bit! It feels like she planned to cross paths with us to gain our trust and take the samples because she is working for Albert Wesker!”

“Aside from accusing her, shooting her, how did you access the FBI’s server? We have only limited devices! We even barely called for help and now we found out that you accessed the FBI just to do some stupid research on her!”

“Stupid research? I did it for our safety!” You rebutted. “Leon… I don’t understand. Why are you being so protective of her? Why are you defending her? Leon, I am your girlfriend.”

Leon sighed. “You are. But these days, it feels like we’re not together. It feels like you are different from the girl I love. I… I don’t know you anymore.” Your heart shatters as Leon said those. Tears filled your eyes, your heart pounded against your chest, and a lump formed in your throat.

You couldn’t believe that Leon was saying this to you when you just want to protect him, to protect everyone. A tear slipped out your eye and you pulled yourself away. “Are you doubting me, Leon? Do you believe that the fake agent is your girlfriend?” Then Leon snapped at you,

“Don’t call her that!”

“Then what?!” You yelled at him. “You think I don’t notice your behavior ever since she came into our lives? That you are becoming more affectionate to her than me? That you will prioritize her over me? That night when those groups of survivors chased us and tried to kill us, I saw how worried you were for her that you insisted on carrying her when she just had a shot in her leg because of her stupidity, rather than me catching the bullet for you!”

Leon was taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“If there’s someone I truly don’t know anymore, that is you, Leon. Even thinking if I should approach you for help is difficult for me because your attention was on Ada. Tell me the truth, Leon. Is there someone else? Is there someone else who captured your heart away from me?”

He didn’t reply to your question. Seeing you in this kind of situation hurts him. But he couldn’t lie to you. His silence is enough for you. With a deep breath, you turned away from him.

“I can leave, if that’s what you want. I know you very much, Leon. As a rookie police officer, you wouldn’t ride the same boat with the person you are doubting. But mark my words, Leon…” You paused but Leon interrupted you.

“You’re not leaving.” You turned to look at him and he was looking directly into your eyes. “We will survive this apocalypse together, I promise. Please, stay with us. For me….”

For his sake, you stayed. To not lose him, you swallowed your pride for him. Until one night… when you almost escape the damned city, things went wrong again. He broke his promise.

You woke up from being knocked out and there you found yourself cuffed in a chair. You looked out to the glass window and found Leon heading to the helicopter with Ada. And the sound of zombies banging outside of the room you are in made you panic even more. So, you forcefully pulled your hands off the handcuffs. You kept pulling yourself and your wrists started to bleed. Tears fall from your eyes, struggling to be free. “Leon!” You yelled and winced in pain until you successfully freed yourself. You banged against the glass to gain his attention.

He did. He looked at you who was crying, scared of death. The banging of zombies against the door gets louder and you look at Leon with pleading eyes as blood stains the clear glass that was coming from your wrists.

“Leon, don’t leave me here! Help me!” You screamed but Leon only looked at you with saddened eyes.

He had no choice but to leave you. Even if it hurts him to see you crying like a puppy, injured and terrified, there’s no other way but to leave with Ada. The woman in red noticed that Leon was looking in your direction. So, she held his hand and gave him an assuring smile.

“Leon, I know that this is hard but you need to strengthen yourself…”

What breaks your heart more is that he smiled at her before proceeding to walk to the helicopter. After connecting the dots, you realize they use you as the bait while they take the opportunity to escape. With that, anger rushed throughout your veins upon realizing that Leon just betrayed you. He betrayed you for Ada. Your hands clenched into fists while your wrists keep bleeding.

Leon gave you a last look and he saw nothing but pain and anger in your eyes as if you were cursing him for betraying you. There’s no point in turning back now. Call him selfish but he made up his mind…

And so he rides the helicopter with Ada, leaving you, scared and alone. Soon, the zombies break into the room where you are in. You ain’t going to cry and let those zombies eat you alive. On that night, you vowed to yourself that no matter what it takes, you will get your revenge on them. You used all the weapons you can use just to survive even if you’re alone.

Remembering how you struggled to survive made your eyes teary. You don’t want to be as weak as the person you used to be. That night when Leon betrayed you, another persona came into you. It made you more powerful. Having Leon back makes you feel like meeting your past self. A naive, sweet, and caring young girl who was now looking at a sophisticated, high-class, elite, and exclusive prosecutor and a superior of the country’s most powerful agency, the CIA.

You put your glass down and the cigarette on the ashtray before removing your black leather gloves and looking at the scars on your wrists that were carved on your skin. You still can feel the pain those cuffs gave you. When you survived and escaped that damned city, you started wearing gloves, not wanting to see your scars.

Anger rushed down through your veins. You grabbed the glass and threw it away with a growl, creating shattering sounds. There, you broke into tears. You rest your head against the backrest while you drape your arm over your eyes as you weep.

“I will make your life a living hell, Leon Kennedy.” You muttered under your breath before passing out.

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Leon, who was patiently waiting for you outside the VIP Room heard a shattering sound inside. And there he found you, sitting on the couch with your head resting against the backrest with an arm draped over your eyes. He sighed in relief that you were fine.

“Is that how you throw tantrums?” He asked. You didn’t reply, not even moving from your position. Leon sighed again, realizing that you passed out.

The man approached you to pick you up but something caught his attention. Your scars. He moved closer to you and stared at your scars. It was carved around your wrists. Your skin was torn, he can tell that the cuffs he gave you back then have made you ruin your skin, desperate to escape.

Leon still remembers how you looked at him with a fire of rage in your eyes as your tears fell uncontrollably. When he looked at you during his introduction as your bodyguard, the flame was even worse behind your calm expression. The mystery of Prosecutor L/n's gloves is now finally solved.

Suddenly…

"Traitor…" Leon snapped back to his senses and looked at you. You are looking at him with hooded eyes. You stood up and grabbed your bag and gloves before walking to the door, without regretting telling him that. Because that's what he is.

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To be continued...

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meowpupp · 3 months

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hiii can I request some fluff with puppy reader and Price pleaseeeee

(injury & comfort)

Price comes home to find reader with a bloody bandage around her fingers and palm from accidentally dropping a glass of water. she’s so desperate to clean it, scared he would get mad at her but he actually doesn’t gaf abt the mess and just wants to take care of his sweetheart 😓🙏

poor puppy girl who stands in front of the bathroom sink, tears blurring her vision as she desperately tries to wash away the blood. bandages are already set out, a trashbag full of broken glass and bloody tissues sitting in the corner of the room.

heart beating quickly, the feeling of fear almost making you choke. your hands are shaky as you dry them, the towel spotting bright red now. you don't even notice as price enters the house, door as he approaches, hands reaching for your wrists.

his heart breaks as you yelp, teary eyes wide and scared. you look so little, vulnerable. "shhh, s'okay puppy. show me." his voice is soft and rumbly, but still has the undertone of dominance that makes you instantly obey.

your hands tremble as you let him take them, blood still slowly seeping from the cut. "sorry, m so sorry, didn't- didn't mean to make a mess. I tried to clean the glass up, im sorry-"

he cuts you off, kissing the cut on your finger. prices eyes are soft and warm as they meet yours. "you're okay sweetheart. youre not in trouble love, just an accident." he pulls you tight, back against his chest.

he talks you through it, describing each step he goes through as he bandages your hand. he knows the deep rasp of his voice calms you, providing both comfort and distraction.

he uses the bandaids he specifically bought for you. brightly coloured with your favourite character on them.

once he's done, price turns you around. one big arm wraps around your back, the other tangling in your hair as he pulls you close. he gently shushes you, letting you feel the rhythm of his breath, breathe in the musk and cigar scent that clings to him.

"never need to apologise for living sweetheart. would never be mad over an accident," he kisses the side of your head, "you're safe here, I've got you sweet girl. such a good pup for trying to clean it up, m'sorry you got hurt baby,"

he smiles softly as you finally relax, unable to resist the warmth and warmth he radiates, "my precious girl. so, so good f'me."

#firm beliver that owner price thinks his girl can do no wrong #she could burn the house down and he'd just 🤷‍♂️#sorry if this doesnt hit 😭#mw2 x reader #captain price x reader #price x reader #john price x reader #price x puppygirl #price x female reader #female reader #price x chubby!puppygirl

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Sweet Child O’ Mine - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish Story

Summary: When your newborn won’t stop crying, Eddie’s there to comfort his two favorite girls.

Note: I couldn’t get this out of my head so I needed to write this little family.

Words: 2.3k

The shrill cries from the newborn in your arms have brought on your own tears. It’s been over two hours now that the crocodile tears have run and the high-pitched wailing has been coming from the tiny human. Why is she still crying? She won’t eat. She has a clean diaper. She’s cradled in the warmth of your body. What does she want?

“Sweetie, please,” you beg as one of your own tears plops down onto her downy baby hair. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you want.”

Eddie slips through the doorway, heel of his hand rubbing one of his eyes. “She being fussy?”

When you turn to face him, he can see the tears streaming down your face, reflecting off the moonlight shining in the window of the nursery. He’s instantly fully awake, coming over and resting a hand on your lower back.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he says. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Y-You have work in the morning,” you say with a sniffle. “You need sleep.”

“So do you, you poor thing.” Eddie runs the back of his fingers over your cheeks, wiping away the moisture. He turns his attention to your cranky daughter in your arms. “And you, little miss. You need sleep, too.”

Another wail bursts from her little mouth and it sends a fresh wave of tears down your face.

“Eddie, why can’t I do this? Why can’t I soothe my own baby?”

The pain lacing your words cuts right to Eddie’s heart. “Sweetheart, it’s not your fault,” he assures you. “Luke was the same way as a baby. I’d pace the entire house back and forth for hours while he cried.”

“I don’t know what to do,” you admit, bottom lip trembling.

“Give her to me,” Eddie says, gently maneuvering the seven-day-old baby into his arms. “Come on, let’s go back to our room.”

You follow your husband, wiping the remaining tears from your face. He sits on the edge of the bed and tugs the bassinet closer with one hand while he holds the precious little girl against his chest with the other.

“I took her temperature, I checked her diaper, I tried to feed her, and nothing,” you say, wringing your hands together in front of you.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Eddie says. “C’mere, sit next to me.”

When you do, Eddie shifts the baby in his arms so you can both see her little face, all pinched up and red from her tantrum. You can’t help but notice though, that she’s quieted considerably since Eddie took her.

“Maybe she just doesn’t like me.” You say it so softly because you don’t really want Eddie to hear it. But he does.

“She loves you,” Eddie says.

“She loves my boobs,” you say.

“Can’t blame her there.” Eddie winks at you and it brings a small smile to your face.

“And I can’t blame her for calming down once you held her. I always feel better in your arms, too.”

“I have the magic touch, what can I say?”

You rest your head on your husband’s bare shoulder, eyes peering up at your daughter who’s still squirming around.

“She’s so beautiful,” you whisper as you admire the baby girl. Her eyes are still that newborn blue and the soft tufts of hair on her head are the same exact shade as her father’s. Her little fingers stretch out before closing in a fist once more.

“Yeah, we made a pretty wonderful little human together, huh?” Eddie presses a soft kiss to her forehead. The way he looks at her makes you feel like you’re falling in love with him all over again. The pure adoration and love in his eyes is enough to make you cry—even if your hormones weren’t driving you wild.

“You Daddy’s little girl, huh?” Eddie asks and the newborn coos in return, making the pair of you smile. “God, I’m already obsessed with her.”

“Baby, you were obsessed with her the moment you knew I was pregnant,” you remind him.

The little bundle in his arms rests her head against Eddie’s chest and her eyes finally slip closed.

“M’stuck now,” Eddie whispers with a chuckle.

“Wait a few minutes, then put her back in the bassinet,” you say.

“I know that’s what I’m supposed to do, I just don’t want to let go of her,” Eddie admits, gazing down at her.

“Hmm,” you hum. “What about a compromise? She gets to sleep all nice and cozy in her bassinet while you hold me. Then when she wakes up, it’s her turn again for the magical Eddie cuddles.”

“Magical Eddie cuddles?” he asks with a soft laugh. “You’re more sleep deprived than I thought.”

Eddie moves slowly, so as not to disturb the sleeping baby, and gently lays her down in the white frilly bassinet. He breathes a sigh of relief, and you rest your head on his shoulder. Your peace doesn’t last long though, as she starts to wake up, little whines spilling from her lips. Before you can say anything, Eddie starts rocking the bassinet gently and singing softly to your girl.

“She's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky.”

Her eyes drift closed again and by the time Eddie finishes singing Sweet Child O’ Mine, she’s fast asleep.

Both of you are exhausted. Running ragged from keeping up with Ryan and Luke’s schedules with school and sports and band. But even though you both desperately need sleep, your eyes aching to close and your body yearning to lay down, neither of you make a move. Eddie slips his arm around your waist as you both watch small pink lips part as a little gurgle comes out in her sleep.

“Mm, come on,” Eddie finally says, tearing his eyes away. “Let’s get you some sleep.”

“You too,” you pout.

“Me, too,” he agrees before taking one more look at your daughter. “Sleep tight, angel.”

“Mommy and Daddy are here if you need us,” you say, peering in on her as well. “We love you so much, Eliza.”

Eddie’s alarm blares and he reflexively reaches over to shut it up before it disturbs the baby. He breathes a sigh of relief when the room remains quiet, eyes staying closed as he takes in this peaceful moment before he has to get up. Your hand rubs across his chest and Eddie blinks his eyes open. He smiles when he sees you letting out an adorable yawn and tugs you closer against his side.

“Morning, baby,” he murmurs sleepily.

“Morning, handsome.” You lean up and press a kiss to his cheek.

“Can't believe she’s still sleeping,” Eddie says as he trails his fingers up and down your side.

“Mm, I know,” you hum. Turning your head over your shoulder to take a peek at your daughter, you do a double take and sit up in alarm.

“What?” Eddie asks, sitting up alongside you.

“She’s not there,” you say.

“What?” Eddie repeats. He throws the blankets off his legs and stands up, walking around the bed to the bassinet.

You’re scrambling out of the bed, stumbling into the hall and Eddie follows right behind you.

“Okay, but be careful,” you hear Ryan’s voice coming from his room. “Make sure you’ve got her head.”

Popping your head into his doorway, you see Luke sitting on Ryan’s bed, their little sister held carefully in his arms. A sigh of relief leaves your body, and you sag against the door frame. Eddie stands behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders as you watch the boys.

“She’s so tiny,” Luke says, looking down at her face. Eliza is awake but calm as she stares back up at her brother. Ryan is hovering, like he’s ready to swoop in and take the baby at the first sign of trouble. At twelve years old he’s been the best little helper you could have imagined. Luke was still a little hesitant around the baby, unsure of how to handle such a tiny and fragile person.

Tears flood your eyes as you watch the boys with their new sister. You never had any doubt about how great they’d be with her but seeing the three of them together like this in the moment, your hormones and emotions overflow.

“Who do you think she looks most like?” Ryan asks.

Luke tilts his head as his eyes trail over the baby’s delicate features. “I don’t know. She just looks like a baby.”

“I think her mouth looks like Dad’s,” Ryan says.

“And she has the same color hair,” Luke adds.

“But,” Eddie says from the doorway, causing both boys to look in your direction. “She’s going to be as beautiful as her mom.”

Luke frowns as he sees you wiping tears from your cheeks. He’d never gotten used to your emotions being all over the place for the past nine months.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you say, shaking your head. “Nothing at all. Has she been crying?”

“I heard her starting to a little while ago,” Ryan says. “So, I went and got her so you could sleep.”

You take a few steps over to your oldest and press kisses against his head. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Ryan smiles and leans into your side.

“You got her there, buddy?” Eddie asks as Luke shifts the baby in his arms.

“Yeah,” he says. “She’s just getting a little heavy.”

“She’s like seven pounds,” Ryan says with a laugh.

Luke glares at his older brother and Eddie steps forward to sit down on the bed with the two younger kids.

“Can be a lot after a while,” Eddie says. “Want me to take her?”

Luke nods and Eddie carefully takes the baby from him. Eliza fusses a little as she’s moved around but settles quickly as her dad starts to rock her.

“You boys should start getting ready for school,” you say, hand falling to Ryan’s shoulder. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Waffles?” Luke asks and you nod.

“Ry? Waffles good?” He nods and you press another kiss to his head. “Two orders of waffles and an order of milk coming right up.”

Eliza gurgles, as if knowing you mentioned her breakfast as well. Luke grins and peers down at the baby in his dad’s arms.

“She’s so cute,” the ten-year-old muses. His curls sway as he leans forward, and Eliza’s gaze catches on them. “She likes my hair. Is she gonna have curly hair, too?”

“Maybe,” Eddie says. “We’ll have to wait and see. Go on and get dressed now.”

Luke stands up and heads out the door, you and Eddie following behind him so Ryan can get changed as well. Eddie bounces Eliza in his arms as the two of you walk into the kitchen, humming when she starts to get fussy. His soothing tone calms her as you pull the frozen waffles out of the freezer and pop them in the toaster.

“Pretty sure she’s just like me,” you say.

Eddie smiles at you as you grab a bottle of milk that you’d pumped the night before out of the refrigerator. “What makes you say that?”

“When you hold her, she calms down. When you hum or sing to her, she calms down. Sounds just like your wife.”

“My Munson girls,” he says with a grin.

Once you put the bottle in the microwave, you come over and press a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Eliza whines and stretches her hand out in your direction.

“And you too, of course!” Slipping your finger into her hand, she clenches it in her tiny fist. You press kisses against her little knuckles and Eddie watches the two of you with an adoring smile on his face.

“Don’t wanna go to work,” Eddie says. “Wanna stay home with my girls.”

“Uh uh,” you tut. “The only time I’m her favorite is when you’re not here. Need some bonding time if I want to turn her into a Mama’s girl.”

“Trying to steal her affection, huh?” Eddie teases with a smirk. “Maybe I should take her to work with me.”

“Oh yeah,” you say with a scoff. “Because the sound of your alarm usually bothers her so definitely take her to where you can’t hear yourself think.”

The microwave beeps and you pull the bottle out. Testing the temperature on your wrist, you nod to yourself in satisfaction and grab a burp cloth to toss over your shoulder. Eddie hands her over to you and she happily accepts the bottle, large blue eyes staring up at you as she drinks.

Eddie lingers in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the wall. He knows he should go get dressed and start getting ready for work. But he can’t make himself move as he watches you. The way you smile at Eliza, your hair still messy and bags under your eyes from lack of sleep. How you cradle her close, holding the bottle up for her. His heart thrums against his ribs, eyes misting over.

The boys come into the room, both dressed for school, and take a seat at the table. The waffles pop up in the toaster and Eddie grabs two plates to toss them on. He sets them down in front of each son as Ryan gets up to get the syrup.

“You’ve gotta get going,” you tell Eddie.

“Fine, fine,” Eddie says with a sigh. He starts to walk out of the kitchen but pauses, taking a moment to look back at the four of you.

Ryan and Luke stuffing their faces, bits of sticky syrup getting on their lips. Eliza staring up at her beautiful mom as she enjoys her breakfast bottle. And the woman he wants to share the rest of his life with. A warmth tingles through his body.

In that moment, he knows. He’s never been happier.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #AYW #AYWs

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babyjakes · 4 months

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did something bad.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | interrogation + weapon play

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg dynamic. lloyd is soft and a little dark; dub-con to be safe (reader is scared but knows she's safe.) restraints. reader gets fucked with lloyd's unloaded gun as a punishment (+ me knowing nothing about guns.) crying kink. dumbification. mocking/degredation. name-calling (reader is called a slut once.) orgasm delay. softer nicer lloyd at the end. reader gets to come.

word count | 1,333

an | this one's dedicated to the sweetest, most wonderful angel in the whole entire world, lloyd's precious girl amalia @stargirlfics 💕��✨ hope you like this little story with a soft dark-ish lloyd, i think you replied to that one post a while back where i dreamt of lloyd + gun fucking with a rather unhinged ending, this is to hopefully make up for that!! happy holidays to you sweet friend, hope you're staying safe and warm!

Writhing as your back arched up off of the smooth wooden surface you were bound to, your weak whimpers were sweet music to your daddy's ears. The mustached man stood just off to the side of the desk, finishing up as he wiped the shiny barrel of his favorite revolver clean. "D-Daddy, please! I'm sorry- I'll never do it again," you implored, but Lloyd only chuckled cruelly at your desperate promises, shaking his head.

"Too late, princess. You know Daddy loves to hear you beg, but none of those pretty pleas are gonna work for you this time." He stepped forward to stand at your side, a firm hand reaching down to grope at your tit. It had been a while since he had last stripped you naked and tied you down on his desk; hoping to prolong your anxious waiting, he took a moment to admire his knotwork work. "So cute when you're all tied up like this, kitten. Maybe you need to break the big rules more often."

You struggled uselessly as your nipple was twisted and tugged at, tears stinging in your eyes as your daddy leaned down slightly to croon at you, "Poor baby, look at those big, frightened eyes. You gonna cry for me already, sweetheart? I haven't even started yet." Placing the dreaded weapon he was wielding down near your waist, he used his now free hand to trail down, feeling at your parted slit gently. "Oh my," his voice dropped lower as his fingers were quickly covered in your sticky slick, "looks like someone's getting excited. Is that out of fear, little one? Or is that poor little baby brain of yours getting turned on by Daddy punishing you like this?"

Hot tears of humiliation rolled down your cheeks as you glared up at the towering man. "Aww, don't go all pouty on me," he laughed lightly at the precious face you were making. "If you're good and tell me what I want to know, I promise I'll make sure you like this."

All you could do was watch with frightened eyes as the tall man got to prepping his instrument of choice for your punishment. Retrieving a small bottle of lube from one of his desk drawers, he coated the barrel of the handgun generously, making sure the long pipe of metal would slide in without issue. While the use of the device was meant to teach you a lesson, its goal was to deal you an emotional punishment, not a physical one. The gun was unloaded in front of you beforehand, and the sights were removed to prevent any catching or discomfort. More than anything, it was merely the concept of being fucked with the gun that you found so horrific.

"You're gonna look so pretty all stretched out on this," Lloyd marveled as he held up the weapon to show you before bringing it down to press its opening up against yours. The man grinned in delight as you kicked and fought helplessly against the ropes holding your legs apart, savoring the way your little voice sounded when you were all needy and scared like this.

"Please, p-please Daddy!" you cried, your tears worsening as you felt the cool metal gliding up inside you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you gave in and quit squirming as the revolver was inserted to its handle, twisting and turning cruelly within you as your daddy took his time and played.

"There," he hummed in satisfaction when he finally settled on a position, keeping the hilt sticking upward as he gently began pumping the slippery barrel in and out of your poor little pussy. It was nothing short of sinful, the way you immediately began moaning softly, the queasy fear in your tummy quickly shifting to unapologetic lust as your hips started bucking up to meet your daddy's efforts.

"Such a greedy little slut," Lloyd chuckled as he watched you ramming yourself right up onto the dripping weapon. "Look at you, getting so horny for Daddy's gun. That's it, princess. Keep fucking yourself on it, just like that." He helped you along by returning his free hand to your hardened nipples, pinching and pulling at the poor knots of flesh as burning tingles fanned out across your entire body.

"Daddy, D-Daddy-" you mumbled weakly, your eyes half-closed in bliss as the smooth tip of the revolver bumped right up against your tender ceiling. "Please, d-don't stop... gonna, g-gonna..." Maybe it was the sheer depravity of the situation, or maybe it was Lloyd's skillful fingers working your oversensitive nipples, but something was helping you along to a rather early high as you lay there panting on the desk. Seeing the way your body was starting to give its usual signs of approaching orgasm, your daddy slowed the pace of the gun inside you as he brought his other hand up to cup your cheek.

"Now baby," he tsked, rubbing his thumb tenderly over your tear-stained cheek as you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Daddy, p-please! Need, n-need-... nnn..."

"Shhhh," Lloyd cooed, bringing his thumb to rest firmly over your salty lips as a signal to be quiet and listen. "Daddy knows, kitten. Know how bad you need to come," he nodded understandingly, the concern and mock sympathy on his face only causing your tears to worsen, as you knew the ways of his cruel acts and games. "But you're forgetting something, sweet girl- something very important. Remember that Daddy had a question for you?" Sobbing lightly against your daddy's thumb, you nodded weakly. "That's right, baby. Daddy needs to know what you were doing in the armory, right? Because weren't you found in there by one of his guards, up way past your bedtime?"

He let you nod, giving you a soft hum of approval as the gun was pumped at a torturously slow pace, in and out of your quivering cunt. "Now I'm gonna take my hand away, and I want you to answer. Do you understand, little one?"

Batting your eyelashes, you nodded as obediently as you could, earning a slight nod from the man as he did as he promised and released your face, allowing your lips to finally open. "W-was lookin' for a knife, Daddy. One of those shiny ones, with the fancy blades."

Lloyd considered your answer, quirking an eyebrow as he bumped his pace up with the revolver just a hair. "A knife? Now what on earth would you need a knife for, my little princess? Those are very dangerous; you know Daddy doesn't let you touch knives, not even the ones in the kitchen."

"Just wanted to play with one," you mumbled honestly, fearing how lame your answer might come across. "Saw a super spy on TV, she had a cool-lookin' one. Wanted to dress up and play around the castle." Lloyd couldn't help but melt a bit at your answer. Of all the things he thought you might be doing in there, finding a prop for a play-pretend game certainly made sense for your harmless, innocent nature.

"A super spy, huh?" he nodded, finally working back up to his original speed as he resumed fucking you generously with the weapon in his hand. "I see. Thank you for telling me the truth, sweetheart. No big girl knives for you, but we can find you a fake one to play with. Deal?"

"D-deal," your voice was shaky as your punishment seemed to come to its close. You had been so good, taken everything without too much of a struggle, and now it was time for your daddy to reward you. "D-Daddy," you hiccuped as the pressure in your tummy began quickly building up again, but Lloyd was already one step ahead of you.

"Go ahead, princess. You can come; you earned it," he cooed lovingly as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, cradling the back of your neck with his free hand as you finally found your release.

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simonrillleyyysss · 7 months

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ VIRIDITY

(n.) naïve innocence

blurb 😈😈

note: this is my first time ever writing on here so pls feel free to critique :))

PAIRING:SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY x INNOCENT READER

warnings: reader has a vayjina

implied age gap?(3-4 years) smut, softdom ghost, corruption kink, size kink??? squirting 😈😈,loss of virginity, p in v, fingering, protected sex<wrap before u tap!> implied aftercare

SFW

si was sitting on the bed, while his sweetheart got ready, making herself all nice and pretty for the night!!

he couldn’t help but look at you in adoration as you wiped your makeup off :(( his little dolly looking so content as she sat at her makeup table, bright lights from the mirror illuminating his dears sweet face.

poor guy can only sit in peace for so long!!:(

eventually, the burly man cozily kneeled behind you, resting his face into the crook of your neck, lips gently pressing against your collarbone rough stubble moving against your shoulderblade.

“Lookin’ perfect for me, ‘luv.”

A gruff voice erupted from behind, peppering gentle pecks against the expanse of your neck, hands slowly trailing along the sides of your waist, rough hands pressing against the fabric covering it, long fingers drawing small shapes into the plush skin beneath, humming with content.

“Almost done?”

He couldn’t help but ask, his eyes softened as her glanced at you from his peripheral vision, watching you dab a small amount of moisturiser onto your finger, gently rubbing it across your skin.

“Mhhhmm! Almost done, ‘si.”

he is just so impatient!! but he’d wait for his love for as long as he had to <3

he’d generously help you into your newly purchased pj set with ease!! he just can’t help himself, he loves to spoil his lovie! always taking you shopping to the most expensive stores

always buying you jewellery and shoes, bags and clothes, he just wants you to feel spoiled!

simon could feel his eyes narrow slightly as he watched the little satin dress riding up your plush thighs as you joined him ontop of the comforter, the bed gently sinking beneath your weight as you wrapped your frail arms around him.

“Comfy?”

he enquired, earning a small nod from you, ducking his head down to let his lips dance across your neck, high-pitched giggles erupting from your throat.

His hand rested comfortably on your hip, stubble itching your jaw as his lips traced further down, fingers slowly slinking beneath your dress, fiddling with the white lace of your panties, squeezing the soft mould of your thigh.

“Si?”

A soft murmur left your mouth, which was hanging slightly agape, dolly lashes fluttering against your rosy cheeks, doe-like eyes observing every movement he made with his hand.

“S’okay, sweetheart.. Jus’ relax.”

NSFW

That’s how you ended up sprawled across the bed, thick finger slowly moving in and out of your tight cunt, soft gasps and whimpers leaving your pretty little lips <3

simon couldn’t help but feel himself growing aroused at your meek pleas and whispers :((

how could he not! when his gorgeous dolly is making such sweet sounds because of him <33

“si—please.. m’so desperate..”

gentle pleas fell from plush lips, hips desperately grinding against his finger for more friction, Simons finger slowly coming to a halt—earning an eager whine.

“I know, luvie’..jus’ gotta hang tight, gonna have you cumming soon, don’t worry.”

As he said that, two fingers slowly slinked inside your wet cunt, his thick fingers coaxed in your wet slick, gawking at the scene unfolding infront of him, stretching out your virgin cunt; a choked sob erupting from you, slowly speeding up as he scissored his fingers in your gummy walls.

“Si’—m’so close..hah! HaaaAaahh…”

so gentle with you, not too fast but too slow! careful not to hurt his precious baby, pressing encouraging kisses against your thigh:(( he’s such a sweetie

he’d help you ride out your first orgasm, his rough thumb palming against your swollen clit, squirting atop his lean abdomen <3

he’d hold you so close whenever he’s putting on his johnny, ripping open the packet as he pressed soft kisses to your breasts, which were swollen and covered in lovebites from his greedy kisses!!

His tongue wrapped around the perky bud of your nipple, greedily suckling and kissing at the plush skin around it, fondling your perfect breast, his fingers slowly scissoring inside of your greedy cunt; which was happily sucking his thick fingers back in, placing a hand to the swollen bundle of your clit, feeling himself grow aroused.

“Omigosh! Mmmngghh—si! Needa’…needa’ stop, feels like m’gonna-!”

Before you could even finish your sentence, your thighs were trembling and your innocent eyes were rolling back, mouth agape as you let out a drawn moan, squirting on his stomach-an earnest grumble coming from the man infront of you.

“That’s it baby..fuuckkk..That feel good?”

He chuckled to himself, slowly removing his fingers and thumb from your clit, lifting a condom as his lips licked along your breasts, ripping open the condom and slowly sliding it onto himself.

He’d be so careful! Slowly sliding in and letting you take your time, choosing the pace.

But he’s only a man :(( He can’t help but want to take control, his hands resting on your hips as you rode him.

no worries! He’ll let you bite and cry into his neck, he’s not mean :))

His thick cock rutted into your tight pussy, low growls and grumbled coming from his lips, listening to your sobs and cries, your teeth burying into his neck, his hands resting gently on your hips as you hovered above him.

“Fuck, love…Just like that, baby.. Greedy pussy sucking me back in, s’me making you feel so good, yyeeaaahh..what would your parents think? Sweet lil’ daughter not savin’ herself for marriage..”

He groaned into your neck, his hand coming down to rub fast paced circles onto your puffy clit, tears spilling down your pink hued cheeks, hands desperately clawing at his shoulders, feeling the length of him slowly move in and out of you.

“Feels s’good—nmmhh! si-fuck! fuckfuckfuck!”

“Gonna make you cum on this cock, yeah? Fill you up nice and good, gonna have my cum pourin’ outta—fuck..-outta your pretty little pussy.”

He growled, pounding into you as you rode out your orgasm, his hips pumping into you before they stilled, a low groan leaving his lips, gently pressing your lips against his.

“Love you so much, si…”

She mumbled against his lips, placing her hands on his cheeks, earning a gentle peck on the neck.

“Cmon..let’s go get you a bath, ‘mmhh?”

NOTES- this is my first ever time writing and I’m so scared 😭😭 pls feel free to critique and give recommendations :3

requests open!

#ghost x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #simon ghost x reader #dilf ghost!#ghost cod smut #ghost mwf2 smut

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julemmaes · 8 months

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Always Been You

Nesta Archeron x Cassian, ~2.5k words

a/n: I saw a reel of a baby and this was born, it's trash but I love them, so enjoy!

"Sweetheart, do you know where my sweater is?! The black one?"

Cassian was rummaging through his wardrobe in desperate need of something heavy to wear in the frigid winter Velaris was hitting them with.

Nesta's robotic voice came from the speaker of his phone, hidden somewhere between his bed sheets. "Uh, might be here, actually."

Here, as in her place. On the other side of the city. More than half an hour from his flat.

He groaned, bending his head forward and halting his hunt.

"Care to tell me why yet another piece of clothing of mine is at yours?"

Nesta chuckled, rejoicing in his despair. He glared at the phone, thankful that his best friend couldn't see him and level him with an equally nasty look.

Her words came muffled this time, more distant, and Cassian knew he'd put him on speaker.

"Not my fault this time. You used it to wrap Little Miss Sunshine up," he couldn't help the smile at the nickname he used to call her daughter. "You claimed she was gonna be too cold on the oh so long way from your car to the door."

"Sounds like something I would do," he muttered to himself, a dopey grin on his lips still. He loved that little nug of happiness that was Nesta's daughter. He loved her as if she were his own.

He shook his head, focusing on the date ahead, and put on another sweater, of a light brown colour he despised, and shook out his duvet, fishing for the phone.

Turning off the speaker, he put it to his ear, "You think I could pass by after the pub?"

Nesta only hummed, seeming distracted.

A few beat of silence, "What is the girl's name again?"

Cassian clenched his jaw, pondering whether he should lie or not, and knowing full well that if he gave Nesta too much information she would stalk the poor lady till sunrise.

"Her name is Anne," he lied.

"Liar," she scoffed. Then she grunted, "Whatever, keep your secrets. But don't come crying to me when you'll find out she has a secret dark past as a pig slaughterer."

Cassian laughed, "You're so dramatic."

"And you love it." She couldn't even begin to understand just how true those words were. "Now leave me alone before you're late to the party."

Nesta didn't give him the time to say goodbye that she'd hung up.

***

Slamming the door and closing himself shut in his precious, silent car, Cassian finally got to open his texts app and check what Nesta had sent him mere minutes before.

The date hadn't gone terribly, but Lidia was not his type. And he wasn't hers.

That had been starkly clear after the first fifteen minutes they'd spent talking about a new friend of hers, a certain Ruhn that she'd been crushing on for a while now.

He was her type. He and him only.

She had apologised, and Cassian had laughed, confessing that he had been forced into this date by his brothers, who were so over seeing him brooding because he was single and they were married and with kids.

Their words, not his.

Because in reality, Cassian was happy.

He was happy waiting for his friend to notice he was there for her, when she decided she was gonna have him.

He was happy splitting his time between his own apartment and Nesta's, whenever Logan requested his presence. Which nowadays bordered on always.

Exactly why he wasn't surprised when, opening his thread with Nesta, he found a video of the little girl, now almost one year and a half old.

A weak smile blossomed on his face as he clicked on it.

Nesta was lying on her side, her right arm under Little Lo's head and the baby was looking up at the ceiling, probably staring at the bioluminescent stars he had glued there.

He didn't press play immediately, because the picture of his best friend's half face was too distracting.

Nesta wasn't even fully in the frame, but Cassian wasn't seeing anything else. Her lips were tugged on a corner, a half smile there as she cuddled with her daughter. Her nose glimmered with moisturizing cream, something he knew she put on every night before bed. Her eyes were hidden, out of the picture.

He could have killed, if it meant the promise of tracing his finger down the nape of her perfect nose, to her lips and chin. Of caressing her jaw, holding her face in his hands.

He would have killed to taste those lips, even once.

Taking a deep breath and pretending he wasn't unsettled by the mere thought of touching Nesta, he pressed play and his heart clenched in his chest.

"Da-da, dada, da-da-da-da," Logan was simply calling out for him, basically whispering in the quiet room, brushing her fingers on her lips. "Dadadadada, dada."

His eyes stung lightly and his pinched the tip of his nose, reigning in his emotions.

The little girl turned to the phone once she noticed her mom was recording her and the smile she gave him ended him. Lo yawned in the most cute and tiny way on video and Cassian's stomach tightened to the point of pain.

He loved her.

She smacked the phone from Nesta's hand, calling for her dada once again and everything went black for a few seconds.

The moment colours and pictures came back up, it was Nesta's face smiling at him, now sitting with a writhing Lo saying his name over and over again.

Nesta tilted her head to the side, avoiding being smacked in the face by the baby, "I need you to come here asap. This little beast won't go to bed unless she hears her favourite uncle's lullaby."

Uncle.

The video ended with an otherworldly screech from Logan and Cassian turned off the screen, throwing the phone on the seat, a weird kind of sorrow pulling at his heart.

Uncle.

Nesta had this bad habit of calling him uncle whenever Logan insisted on calling him dada, or dad, or any other way that pointed to the girl thinking he was her father.

And he couldn't be mad. Fuck, he couldn't do shit about it if not accepting the fact that that was the truth.

Logan wasn't his daughter and the only reason they had stopped trying to make her call him anything but dada was because of the meltdowns she had whenever they did.

She was definitely too little still to understand what they were saying, but she rejected the idea anyway. It was like trying to take her favourite toy away.

Putting the car in reverse, he drove out of the parking spot and on the road, hoping Lo would still be awake once he got to their house.

He tried to keep his thoughts at bay as much as he could, failing miserably.

Cassian wanted in on their life. Cassian wanted to be part of it, every morning he wanted to wake up next to them and love them the way they deserved all day long and at night he wanted to hold them tightly to him and fall asleep again. And do it all over again the next day.

For the rest of his life.

He didn't have a single dream or goal that topped this one.

And he was so tired to pretend anything else was more important to him.

***

He cupped the chubby rosy cheek with his palm, passing his thumb over her eyebrow over and over again, watching the way her tiny, tiny lips moved in her sleep, as if she was latching. Logan's little body twitched in his arms, and Cassian repositioned, hoping not to disturb her too much.

Her minuscule hand clutched his shirt and she rubbed her face in the niche of his elbow.

He lowered just enough to place a kiss on her forehead and the small sigh she released did something to him.

He was so focused on memorizing every little detail on her baby face—knowing perfectly well how fast she was growing—that he hadn't noticed Nesta standing just outside the nursery door.

"I'm happy she has you," she whispered.

Cassian didn't look up from Logan, too afraid of his own feelings, which were riding rampant in his mind tonight.

"I'm glad she..." Nesta paused, drew a deep breath and stepped inside. She sat next to him on the fluffy couch and pulled her legs up to her chest.

He hoped she didn't feel him tense when she leaned against him, her head on his shoulder as she put her hand on Logan's belly.

"I'm glad she can count on somebody else. That is not me."

Cassian paused his face massage, sliding his hand under Logan's head and moving so her neck wasn't straining. He fixed his gaze on the floor, not daring moving a muscle.

"Sometimes I think I'm fucking everything up by not actively looking for someone that would step up as her dad, but–"

Nesta moved again, pressing closer to him, moving her hand from Lo to his arm. He knew that if he looked at her, even if he just turned her way, he would kiss her.

When she spoke again, her voice was trembling slightly and Cassian's heart was threatening beating out of his chest.

"What I'm trying to say is, thank you. For being here for her."

He stayed silent, not knowing what to say. He just resumed tracing lines on Lo's cheekbones, something that never failed to soothe her before bed and that knocked her out almost immediately.

It was a long time before he found the courage to talk.

"Nesta, I–"

Or maybe not.

What if he fucked everything up?

What if he was reading her wrong, and all of this was just in his head?

"Yes, Cassian?" She whispered.

He took a shaking breath, closing his eyes, and said, "I don't wanna be her uncle."

The words were out now. And he couldn't seem to be able to stop them.

"And I don't want you to text me during a date that you can't get her to sleep because she needs me to sing to her. I don't wanna have to drive all the way down here every other day because you might need something from me. And it's frustrating when I'm at home and I wanna eat something, just to remember that I bought it for your place and not mine. And don't even get me started on my clothes. Half of my wardrobe is in this house, as far as I know."

Nesta retracted from him so fast that his head whipped her way. He missed her warmth on the spot.

She was looking at him like she'd hit her. Her brow was furrowed and her eyes were shiny, watering with unshed tears.

His throat closed, "Nes, what–"

"I'm sorry we're such a fucking problem to you," she hissed, doing a piss poor job at hiding the hurt.

Cassian's eyes widened with horror, "Problem? What are you talking about?"

She didn't give any sign she'd heard him, "If it's such a pain in your ass driving here just to make her happy, then don't. I annoy you with my texts, I'll stop texting, no big deal." She was heaving now, emotion and exhaustion from a long day taking over. "And you can get your food and your clothes and get the fuck out of here and never come back for all I care. But you could've told me sooner that we were such a bother to you, I'd have kept her from getting so attached."

Cassian was moving before he knew what he was doing.

One second he was on one side of the couch, looking baffled and confused for all the shit that she was spitting at him, the next he was on her, Logan's body close to his chest as he lunged for Nesta's lips.

He moved his hand to her hair, sliding his fingers to the back of her neck, pushing her towards him. He closed his eyes, savouring the plush touch of her mouth on his for the first time.

Taking in everything she was giving him.

Nesta didn't react immediately, but as soon as she realized what was happening she melted into the kiss, backing away slightly before going back for more.

Her hands went to his face, cradling his neck and bringing him impossibly closer to her, as much as she could without hurting her daughter, and Cassian soared.

They both lost track of time before they stopped, never going far. Nesta pushed her forehead against his, brushing her nose sweetly to his.

"Explain," she breathed out.

He chuckled, stunned, "I want her to call me dad, dada, daddy, whatever she prefers. I wanna be there for her, I'm happy to be there for her." He started, leaving a kiss on her lips.

Nesta turned her head sideways, keeping the contact with him, "Focus."

"I hate driving up here every day because I wish I didn't have to go back to my house. It's just another reminder that I'm a guest, someone that is temporarily here.

"I forget I bought food and brought it here because I eat basically all of my meals with you girls, and I want the entirety of my wardrobe to be in this home. I hate going back there. It's lonely. And I want to be here. All the time.

"I want this to be my permanent home. I want you to be my permanent home."

Nesta was keeping her eyes closed, but a tear was running down her cheek. He swiped it away with a thumb, and then passed his fingertip to her lips.

"Cassian," she said.

He kissed her again, a slow, full-of-love peck on her lips.

He inhaled, "I love you, Nesta, and there's literally no other place I'd rather be, than here with you and Logan."

She opened her eyes then and let him in, at last. She let him see the love there, the wanting and longing that had been eating at them both for years.

But they were done running.

"It's always been you," she said, running a soft hand down his cheek.

Cassian nodded, nuzzling her palm, "It's always been you."

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The Repair Boy

Eddie Munson x Female reader

Authors note- hola my ghouls, gremlins, and fellow goblins. I’m back with another Eddie one shot. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated. <3

Warnings- 18++++ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY WORK PLEASE. Foul language, Protected P in V smut, oral female and male receiving.

Summary- After your dad needs his guitar fixed you meet a rather handsome repair boy. 5.2k words

“Come on darlin I wanna get there before they close”

“You’re a grown man I don’t understand why I have to go with you”

“Cause I’m your father and I don’t want to go alone that’s why”

You grab your jacket and join your father on his way out the door. On the way out the door your dad picks his guitar case up off the ground and swings it around in his hand.

“Watch out with that thing dad! You’re lucky you don’t break it!”

“I’m already taking it to get repaired. What’s a little more damage.”

“I thought that thing was your precious baby?”

“Oh trust me she is. Now get in the car.”

You get in the car and your father drives to the local instrument store. You both walk in together and your father makes a beeline for the sales counter.

A woman greets him and asks what he’s there for. She points him in the direction towards the back of the store to the repair counter. Your father and yourself walk up to the counter and ring the bell. You wait a moment while you hear rummaging from the background and out pops this tall, gangly, (rather handsome) young fellow around your age holding a guitar.

Your father greets him with a smile and tells him the problems he’s having with his guitar. The young man listens intently while studying the guitar and even chimes in a few times to compliment the guitar. “An 81’ skylark huh? She’s a beaut” his voice has you weak in the knees.

It’s when you hear his voice you realise you’ve done nothing but stare down the poor boy since you got there. What else you notice is he hadn’t looked at you once. For all you knew he had no idea you were there.

“So sir for the repairs it’s gonna be about $40”

“Really only $40? That’s amazing. Darlin, did you hear that? Only $40 to fix my baby!” Your dad turns to face you and for the first time since you walked in the shop so does the repair boy. His eyes meet yours and you can tell he checks you out really fast by the way his eyes scan up and down your body.

He quickly coughs and turns his attention back to the counter in front of him.

He rings up your father and tells your father the guitar should be ready either later in the day or the next day and that he’d call when the guitar was ready. As he turns to leave you catch a glimpse of a tattoo on his arm. What appears to be a bat. The words seem to tumble out of your mouth before you can catch them.

“I like your tattoo.”

He stops and looks at you and then back down at his tattoo on his arm.

“Thanks.” There’s a silence between the two of you and your father clears his throat to get your attention. You turn away from the repair boy and make your way out the door with your father.

On the car ride home it’s relatively silent except for the music blasting from the radio. Until your dad breaks the silence.

“i rEaLLy LiKed yOuR tATtOo” he pretended to flip his hair and bat his eyelashes.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh come on sweetheart you were totally drooling over that boy.”

You blush and try to sputter out some excuse but nothing comes out. Instead your face just keeps getting deeper shades of red.

“It’s okay sweetheart breathe. And besides you’ll totally have a chance with him.”

“DAD! What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh come on did you see how hard he was trying to not look at you cause I was there. And then the second he did look at you he looked like he was damn well about to faint on the floor.”

“Okay even if that was true what do you mean I totally have a chance with him. I’ll probably never see him again.”

“Sure you will.”

“When?”

“When you go by yourself to pick up my guitar whenever that boy calls.”

“What! Why!”

“Cause I work tonight so I will be sleeping when we get home and I will be sleeping tomorrow so you can go pick up the guitar by yourself.”

You go quiet on the rest of the car ride home. Thinking about that stupid boy. Hell you didn’t even know his name yet his smile and his long hair and his tattoos are all you can think about.

As you get home and day fades into night you await the phone call. It doesn’t Come. Instead you busy yourself with catch up assignments that you picked up from the school yesterday. You were hoping to impress some of your new teachers by having some schoolwork done before your first official day at Hawkins high.

As much as you try to distract yourself that boy keeps flashing through your mind. You wondered about him. Maybe he went to the same school you did and you didn’t even know it yet. What if you had classes together? What if what if what if. Eventually you realised none of your work was getting done and you decided to call it a night.

The next day you were going about your tasks of the day. Unpacking boxes and setting up furniture around the house when you hear a ring coming from the kitchen. The phone on the wall was ringing. You run over to the phone and answer it rather quickly. A female voice is on the phone much to your disappointment.

“The guitar is ready to be picked up whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you very much. I’ll be there shortly to pick it up.”

You got dressed in a particularly cute outfit (that may or may not have shown a little too much cleavage) with some cute shoes to match. You got in your dads car and drove to the instrument shop.

Exiting the car you feel yourself starting to get a little nervous. Now that your dad wasn’t here to cockblock you. It was completely in your hands what to do with this boy. Would you chicken out and say nothing? What if your dad was wrong and the boy had absolutely 0 interest in you. Or worse what if the boy already had a girlfriend.

Shaking the thoughts out of your head you open the door to the shop and walk past the girl at the front desk and head straight to the back repair counter. At first you see nobody but as you get closer to the counter you can hear noises. Clanging and banging.

Then a loud bang followed by an “OUCH FUCK”

Then from under the counter pops out the boy from yesterday. Rubbing the top of his head in a soothing motion. You try not to giggle at the boy but you just can’t help it. When he hears your giggle his eyes snap over to you and where you’re standing. He clears his throat and you can see a blush fan across his face.

“Uh hi. How can I help you?”

“I was in here yesterday with my dad. I’m

Here to pick up his guitar.”

“Right! Right! Of course! Skylark girl. You said you liked my tattoo.”

“Yup! That’s me! So how’s my dads guitar? That thing is his baby and if it’s not in perfect condition when I get home I’m pretty sure he’ll kill both of us.”

“Oh don’t you worry I fixed her up real nice. She’s good as new.”

He turns around and grabs the guitar case out of a stack of other guitar cases. He turns back to you and sets the guitar on the counter.

“You wanna see it?”

“Can I?”

He pops open the case and lets you look at it. You go to touch it but quickly stop yourself out of habit and retract your hand.

“Something wrong, skylark?”

“Huh?”

“Well you aren’t touching the guitar you’re just kind of staring at it.”

“Oh. Right. Well I’m not really allowed to touch it. Like I said that thing is my dads baby. Pretty sure he loves it more than he loves me so touching it would just be a death sentence.”

“He’s not here you know. He’ll never know.”

“Somehow he would. He’s magic like that.”

“So you’re telling me your dad will let a complete stranger like me handle his guitar but he won’t let a sweet little thing like you touch it?”

You blush due to his words and the casual way he said it. Little did you know your blush didn’t go unnoticed.

“Yeah I guess so.”

“Well that’s a cryin shame. You play any instruments?”

“I actually have my own guitar and a keyboard but I don’t play much”

“So you have your own guitar and he still won’t let you touch his. Come on, he's not here. How about you show me how much you can play? Plus you’ll be testing it out for me. Seein how it plays after my repairs.”

You reach out to touch the guitar very slowly but this time your hand actually makes contact. It felt naughty touching the guitar after being told not to so many times. You pick up the guitar out of the case so gently as if it were made from glass. You sit in a nearby stool and begin to strum away. Playing a little tune you’d learned from a friend long before you moved here.

As you finished playing you look up to find the boy staring at you intently. He has a lopsided smile on his face.

When he sees you’re done playing he does a nice light clap. “So what's your name mystery guitar girl?”

“Y/n L/n”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You blush again and look away from him and down at the guitar in your lap. And to think you thought you’d be the one having to make the moves while he’s out here just openly flirting with you.

“So why haven’t I seen you around before? Pretty small town. I’m assuming you’re new around here. Or just visiting?”

“My dad and I just moved here actually.”

“You go to Hawkins high yet?”

“I start there Monday. I’ll be a senior.”

“Same here. Well I mean I already go there and technically I’ve been a senior for 3 years now but I’ll still be one when you get there on Monday.”

You laugh a little and shake your head.

“Jeez 3 years of senior year. I’d hate that.”

“Livin the dream sweetheart livin the dream.”

“You know guitar boy you’re pretty cool.”

“Oh fuck I forgot my name tag. I’m Eddie by the way. Eddie Munson.”

“Pretty name for a pretty boy.”

He smiles wildly at you and reaches out to shake your hand. There’s a bit of a spark when your hands touch that makes you jump back slightly. When you let go of his hand yours feels colder. Emptier.

“So I should take this guitar and get it back to my dad. But I was wondering what time you get off.”

Eddie stood there shocked. He knew the two of you had been flirting but no part of him actually expected you to ask him out. Hell if you knew what his reputation around town and at school was you probably wouldn’t be asking him this. But you’re new so all that influence hasn’t gotten to you yet. Maybe he can win you over before the masses do.

“I get off at 6…why?”

“Well I was wondering if you’d want to hangout with me. Maybe show me around town a bit. I haven’t been able to explore much.”

“I’d love to show you around sweetheart. It’s a date. Here give me your address and I’ll come pick you up when I’m off work so we aren’t taking two separate cars.”

You write down your address on the back of the receipt and hand it to him. Eddie closes the guitar case for you and hands it to you over the counter. You leave the shop and drive home with a wide smile on your face.

When you get home you find your father in the kitchen eating some food before his night shift at work.

“How’s my baby? Is she fixed?”

“Good as new pops good as new”

You gently set the guitar case down on the kitchen table and your dad wipes his hands clean before opening the case and gently picking up the guitar. He starts strumming away and a wide smile grows on his face.

“God I haven’t heard her play like that in quite a while. That boy really fixed her up. Even cleaned all the old stickers off. Should have given that boy a tip.”

Your father looks up at you and can’t help but notice the gentle smile and glow you seem to carry about you.

“Speaking of that boy. Howd it go?”

“Well he’s picking me up when he gets off work and he’s going to show me around town. If that’s alright?”

“That’s fine. Just remember to be safe. In every way.”

“DAD!”

“I'm just trying to make sure I don’t have any grandkids before you graduate highschool.”

You grab water from the fridge and turn to leave the room. You had a few hours to get ready for your date. Your dad leaves for work leaving you home alone.

Around 6 pm you begin putting the finishing touches on your outfit. As you get dressed you begin to blast Iron Maiden on the surround sound stereo. Singing along to run to the you barely hear the faint ringing of the doorbell. You quickly turn down the stereo and open the door. Your eyes are greeted by the site of Eddie standing there with a very wide smile on his face.

“Iron Maiden?” Is the first words out of his mouth.

“Yup love me some maiden. Pops raised me on the shit.”

“So skylark you ready?”

“Ready Eddie!”

You grab your jacket and turn off the stereo and follow Eddie to his van parked in your driveway. You reach for the door handle but Eddie beats you to it and opens the door for you. You climb in and buckle your seatbelt as he makes his way around the van and into the driver's seat.

“So Eddie, where around town are you gonna show me?”

“Well sweetheart we’ve got some cool spots in town that I thought you might like. But you’ll just have to see when we get there.”

Eddie lets you pick the music on the car ride and of course you choose some Iron Maiden. Eddie enjoys getting to sing along with you but he doesn’t sing very loud. Much rather preferring to hear your voice. After a bit of driving Eddie pulls into the parking lot of a building that says “Arcade” attached to a building that says “Family Video ''.

You begin to get excited. Back in your hometown you loved going to the arcade and you’re ecstatic to learn that Hawkins has one. Eddie looks over at you and can see the excitement written across your face and breathes a sigh of relief to see you’re happy. He gets out of the car first and makes his way around the van to open the door for you once more. You practically jump out of the van and grab his hand dragging him towards the arcade doors.

“Where should we start!? There’s so many games in here!”

“My friends Dustin and Max really like dig dug. Maybe start there?”

You sit on the stool in front of the machine and begin to play as Eddie stands behind you and watches. You’re very good at the game and after only a few tries you beat both max and Dustin’s high scores. Eddie knows the kids are gonna lose it when they see this.

“Shit sweetheart you’re pretty badass.”

“I wanna try that one over there. The one called dragons lair.”

“Go ahead sweetheart but I’ve been told it’s impossible to beat.”

“If my party and I can beat vecna I can totally beat some dragon and rescue a princess.”

Eddie is left dumbfounded by what he just heard. You start to rise from the dig dug machine and make your way over to the dragons lair game but Eddie gently grabs your arm and spins you to face him.

“You play D&D!?”

“Well yeah? That hard to believe munson?”

Eddie's thoughts are racing a million miles a minute. It’s like you’d stepped out of his wildest dreams. A girl who plays guitar, listens to maiden, plays games, plays D&D and is ridiculously hot, is on a date with him.

Eddie doesn’t think about what he does next. He leans in and leaves a quick peck on your lips and you squeak in surprise.

“Shit sorry! I just- well you’re really- and I just-“

You cut off his rambling by kissing him again. This time not just a peck but enough for your lips to meld to his plump soft lips. You both sigh into each other's mouths. Eventually you pull back with a bright smile on your face.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I walked into your shop yesterday.”

Eddies knees practically wobble. He can’t believe you’re real. He must be dreaming. But he lets you drag him over to dragon's lair and he watches as you rescue the princess on your first attempt. Because of course you do. He watches as you type in your initials and they go just above Lucas’s where he’d rescued princess Daphne. Now the princess is yours.

After you play a few more games and prove yourself to be even more of a badass, Eddie suggests you guys move on to the next phase of the night.

“Wait Eddie! Can we go next door and pick out a movie?”

“What?”

“Well I was thinking after we do whatever you have planned that we could go back to mine and watch a movie. My dad works nights so it would be just us.”

Oh. Oh. Eddie wasn’t prepared for this. The possibility of spending the night with you alone in your house. But how could he say no. Why would he say no? He’d have to be a mad man to turn down that opportunity.

“Well sure thing sweetheart.”

He walks you over to family video hand in hand and as the door swings open a voice calls out.

“Munson?”

“Eddie?”

You look up to see a rather handsome boy behind a counter and rather lovely looking girl with him. Both looking at you and Eddie hand in hand.

“Hey Steve. Hey Robs.” He guided you towards the counter with him and introduced you.

“So you and Munson areeeee?” Steve says with a raised brow.

Eddie opens his mouth to answer but nothing comes out. So you take over.

“We’re on a date.”

Steve and Robin both look surprised as does Eddie. Eddie is shocked that you’d admit to being on a date with him and both Steve and Robin are surprised he has a date in the first place. You look around and note everyone’s surprise.

“Am I missing something?”

“No nope, not at all sweetheart. Here how about you go pick out a movie while I catch up with Steve. Robin, how about you go help her pick out a movie.”

Robin comes from behind the counter and walks with you to the horror section where you begin to pick out a movie. Robin decided to test your intentions with her friend.7

“So you and Munson huh? What made that happen?”

“Well I just moved here and met Eddie at the instrument store yesterday. Couldn’t stop thinking about him to be honest.”

“Aww that’s cute. So what are you guys up to?”

“Well he took me to the arcade and we’re gonna do some stuff after this although he won’t tell me what. And the. We’re going to go to my house and watch a movie.” You grab the shining and The Thing. You look over at Eddie talking to Steve and you can’t help but wonder what they’re saying. There’s no doubt in your mind they’re talking about you but you want to know why Eddie’s got such a wide smile on his face.

“Dude how the hell did you score her?”

“I didn’t man. She just kind of wanted me. It was wild. She’s amazing man. We’ve only known each other for like a day but I’m pretty sure we were made for each other man.”

Steve puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and gives him a light hit.

“Congrats man. So what are you two up to.”

“Well, I just took her to the arcade. Which she was a total badass at by the way. Then I'm gonna take her to the diner to get some food. And then I guess now we’re going back to her place to watch a movie.”

“Back to her place huh?” Steve says with a raised brow. “You ready for that munson?”

“Actually, no. Wasn’t really planning any of this today.”

Steve looks over his shoulder to make sure you aren’t looking. Luckily you seem to be in a conversation with Robin. He quickly reaches in his pocket and retrieves his wallet and pulls out a condom and slides it over the counter towards Eddie who’s face quickly turns a deep shade of red and swipes the condom off the counter and shoves it into his wallet.

After talking a little more you make your way back to the counter with Eddie where he wraps an arm around your shoulder. Robin and Steve check out your movies and send the two of you on your way. On the way out you turn around and see Steve and Robin high-five through the window. You smile to yourself.

After getting in Eddie’s van he drives you to a nearby diner called Bennys and the two of you order a couple burgers and fries and a single milkshake to share. You’re sitting on the same side of the booth and he keeps his arm around your shoulder the entire time.

You both spend hours talking and learning more about each other but somehow it feels like you two have known each other for millennia. At the end of the meal they bring the check and Eddie pulls out his wallet to pay for the meal. When he opens his wallet a double XL condom falls on the table in front of your face and Eddie tries to grab it as fast as he can but knows you’ve already seen it. His face goes deep red.

All you do is kiss his cheek and lean up to whisper in his ear. “Wanna go watch those movies now?”

He nods his head yes a little too eagerly making you giggle. He leaves the money on the table and the two of you run out of the restaurant giggling like children.

The drive back to your house was very fast. Considering Eddie didn’t stop once. The van comes to a stop and Eddie gets you out of the van and the first thing you do is kiss him. You guys kiss all the way till he has you pressed up against your front door.

Through breaths you say. “Eddie-“ kiss “I need-“ kiss “to open” kiss “the door” kiss kiss kiss.

He finally takes a step back and lets you open the door but the second the two of you are in the house you’re back on each other again. You kiss him and guide him all the way to your bedroom. Your hands are tangled in his hair and his hands are roaming your body. He squeezes your hips and pulls your body flush against his where you can feel a rather prominent bulge pressed against you. A part of you had wondered in the diner if he’d really need a double XL condom but now you were thinking that even that may be a little small.

You guide him to your bed until his knees his the mattress and he pulls you down on top of him as you two fall onto the mattress. Neither of you breaking the makeout session.

You sit yourself on top of him and begin to grind down onto his bulge making him groan into your mouth and you begin to moan back when he bucks his hips up to meet yours.

“Sweetheart.”

You stop kissing for a second. Both out of breath with kiss bruised lips.

“Yeah Eddie?”

“Unless you want me to blow my load in my jeans I think we should-“

You’ve already got the message so you sit up straight and start removing your clothes. Eddie sits up and starts removing his clothes as well and you can’t help but get distracted by his tattoo littered body. He notices you’re staring.

“Like what you see sweetheart?”

“Very much.” You lean forward and start to leave kisses on each of the tattoos you see. You leave kisses all the way down his torso and his happy trail and you stop right above his boxers. You look up at Eddie who has his head thrown back and is breathing heavily. You’ve never seen a prettier sight.

“Eddie?” Your voice is so soft and seductive it makes Eddie’s dick twitch in his boxers. He looks down at you in nothing but your bra and underwear and he’s ready to bust any second.

“Can I suck you off?”

And now he knows he must be dreaming. There’s no way you’re real. He knows he’s going to cum embarrassingly fast but he can’t find it in him to say no. Especially not when you’re looking up at him like that.

“Y-yeah.”

You smile and slide his boxers down his legs and let them on the floor. His dick flops up and almost hits his belly button. You’ve never seen a dick as impressive as his. It makes you press your thighs together. You see the precum leaking from the tip and you can’t help yourself. You lunge forward and lick the tip. Eddie let’s out a raspy moan. You then spit a glob on him and rub it down his shaft. You start to jerk him a little faster and Eddie’s moaning gets more frequent and higher pitched. His back starts to arch off the bed and you realize this poor boy is falling apart just from your touch. You decide to speed up the process and take him in your mouth. You begin to Bob your head up and down. He lets out a loud groan and he can feel his balls tighten. His dick is twitching. He’s close. You know he is.

Eddie warns you that he’s going to cum and he expects you to take your head off his dick but you don’t and before he knows it he’s spilling down your throat. And you’re moaning around him as he releases. Eventually he catches his breath and sits up and sees you touching yourself.

“Baby baby no. Come here let me do that for you. You took care of me, it's only fair I return the favor.”

You crawl up and trade places with him on the bed. He leaves a trail of kisses all over your body. He unclasps your bra and throws it across the room. He finds your nipples are hard enough to cut glass. He takes each of you nipples into his mouth giving them equal attention as his hand glides down your body and into your panties where he finds your soaked form.

It takes him a moment but when he finds your clit he starts to play you like a guitar. You're practically singing for him and he’s pretty sure he can get you to come from his fingers on your clit alone. But he doesn’t want that. He wants to taste you. So he makes his way down your body and slides your panties down your legs and discards them with the rest of the clothing.

When he finally sees your glistening pussy staring at him he can’t help but dig in and start eating you out like a man starved. You’re reaching for the sheets, his hair, the headboard, pillows. Anything you can grab to keep yourself grounded as you begin to scream out his name.

He licks you from clit to entrance and uses his fingers to swirl your clit as he continues to eat you out. You’re stomach begins to flutter and you can feel your orgasm building. Eddie moves his mouth back up to your clit and inserts two fingers into you and you sigh in relief. He starts pumping and curling his fingers until he finds that spongy spot that had you crumbling around him. Screaming out his name as you cream around his fingers.

He kisses his way back up your body as you come down from your high. You feel his cock hard and brushing against your thigh and you can’t help but moan. You reach between the two of you and grab hold of him and he moans.

You two make out for a moment more before he climbs off the bed and grabs the condom from his wallet. You watch as he rolls down his shaft and gives himself a few strokes. He then climbs back on the bed and situates himself between your legs.

He lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in. His fingers intertwined with yours and you both moan in sync as he bottoms out within you. You’ve never felt so full and he’s never felt a pussy that was made for him before.

You both have your eyes open as he begins to slowly pull out and sink back into you. You wrap your legs around his waist and he begins to pound into you.

The bed begins to shake and the headboard starts smacking against the wall so hard that you briefly worry about denying the wall considering it’s a new house but you’re too blissed out in pleasure to truly care.

His cock drives into you at just the right angle that has you seeing stars and you start to scream out his name. Your pussy begins to flutter around him.

Eddie reaches a hand between the two of you and starts to rub your clit and you’re done for. Clenching around him and cumming harder than you ever have before. Eddie continues to pound into you chasing his own high. As he pounds into you you reach around his back and begin to scratch his back. The sting of the scratches is what sends him over the edge spilling into the condom with the whimper of your name.

You two lay intertwined for a bit just catching your breaths. Occasionally peppering kisses on one another’s face. Eventually he pulls out and ties off the condom and throws it in the trash. You get up and go to the bathroom and come back to find Eddie gathering his clothes,

“Where are you going?”

“I didn’t know if you’d want me to stay.”

“Well we still have those movies to watch.”

Eddie sits back down in your bed and you crawl into the bed next to him and curl into his side. You both drift off while watching the thing.

When your father gets home and sees the van parked in his driveway he just knows it’s the repair boy.

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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5 + 1 Times Buck’s GF was the crybaby and the one time she wasn’t

Rating: Regular, smut only in one part

Word Count: 4,037

Tags: FLUFFY FLUFF, smut in one part, pnv!sex, soft tender luvin, Bucky is Vry Vry sweet, but he do be laughing at the reader, reader is oversensitive, and also a journalist for the Bugle aka How?, bucks haters get flamed, crying over spilt milk literally, some angst, TW: ptsd, J.Jonah Jameson is out there somewhere shaking his head at his employee

1. In the arms of the angels- FLY AWAYYYY

Bucky could safely say that his precious, precious girl could be somewhat oversensitive. He liked that about her, having someone around who was extremely caring and kind. The former Winter Soldier would be lying if he claimed that he knew how to handle her spells every time.

Although Bucky gotten better over the time they had been together.

They were cuddled on his new, much bigger couch on a lazy Sunday. His girlfriend wore one of Bucky’s t-shirts, the cloth hanging down to her soft thighs. She was spooned against the brunette, head padded on his flesh bicep. The random movie they had been watching went to a commercial. Bucky’s eyes widened when he realized what exactly kind of commercial it was.

The depressing ass ASPCA advertisement. His girlfriend donated to the local humane society and multiple non-profits but would lose her ever loving shit over the poor pets. Bucky instinctively curled his other arm around her waist when the sad song came on. His girl sniffled, “Oh god, I hate this!”

He murmured, “C’mon just look at your phone baby.”

Her sniffles turned into sobs, bemoaning, “I don’t understand how people could do that to the poor animals! It’s ah-ah-awful!” Bucky frowned, vibranium thumb rubbing circles into her hip. He reassured her, “Sweetheart, we about donate to the entirety of Brooklyn. You’re doing good.”

One of her fists banged on his thigh. She cried, “I need to donate to the entirety of the United States!” Bucky’s lips curled up in slight amusement. As much as he hated to see his best girl cry, it was entertaining to see her fit. He shushed her, “Okay we will, s’not like I’m a broke fugitive anymore.” The girl’s watery eyes flicked up to his smirk.

She poked him at an awkward angle, croaking, “Don’t say that about yourself!”

He tried to keep a calm face but ended up snickering. To which Bucky received another annoyed poke and a scoff. Thankfully the ad was done by the time she turned back to the TV. Bucky kissed her hairline and said, “Okay then, no more waterworks and I won’t trash my name. We’ll go buy another damn pound out later.” She seemed to relax, snuggling tight into Bucky’s larger frame.

2. On the floor

A shriek and a crash echoed from the kitchen. Bucky threw down his tattered book and hopped up. He hoped his girlfriend didn’t injure herself, again. The super soldier slid into the kitchen, blue eyes surveying the scene. He half-shouted, “You okay?“

“NO!,” came the distressed reply.

Bucky’s poor girl was half soaked and milk covered the floor, the gallon leaking onto the tile. His brows raised at the mess, hand rubbing at his neck. She threw her hands up and squalled, but made no move to escape the flood.

“I just wanted to make some cereal and the stupid damn jug slipped from my hands!,” she cried.

Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes. This would be the second time she had cried over spilt milk, literally. He strode across the kitchen and picked the sobbing woman up, her arms wrapping around his neck, assuming koala protocol. Or at least that’s what the loon called it.

The brunette rubbed her heaving back, cooing, “Oh poor baby, s’no big deal. I’ll go get another gallon from down the street, okay?” She looked up at him and began crying harder. The distraught woman whined, “No! I screwed it up being a klutz I’ll go get it!”

Bucky lowered them onto a dining room chair, wiping her tears away. He shook his head, eyeing her adorably blotchy cheeks. She pouted, tears lessening in time. The brunette hummed, “Jus’ let me go get the damn milk. You had an accident, I can’t have my pitiful girl crying over actual spilt milk.”

She laid her head in the crook of Bucky’s shoulder, grumbling, “It’s so damn sticky. This is gonna take forever to clean!” Bucky nuzzled her sweet smelling hair, smiling softly. She was too soft for her own good. But that’s why he was here, of course.

Her achingly wide eyes were back peering at Buck. He raised a thick brow, waiting for a response. Slim hands grabbed his stubbled cheeks, asking in a deadpan, “You don’t think I’m the most worthless girl ever right?” She averted her eyes as she continued, “Idiot who can’t make cereal.”

Bucky leaned into her sullen face to capture trembling lips into a kiss. It was chaste and sweet, Bucky murmuring into her lips, “I don’t care if you grew into a hulk monster and crashed the place. Why don’t we clean up and go grab the milk, make it a date huh?”

The brunette bit back a laugh as she hugged him tighter and sobbed out how much she loved him. Bucky tucked her hair back and grinned down at his pretty, crybaby, best girl.

3. Feline fail

Bucky and his girlfriend were cooking dinner together. They were laughing and sharing sweet pecks, bumping hips and slinging sauce. Bucky had remembered an old lasagna recipe and wanted to try it. She obliged with glee.

She changed the song to one of those strange ‘rap’ songs. Bucky was still getting accustomed to the 80’s power music so this was out of his league. She talked along to the lyrics, using a spoon as her microphone. Bucky leaned against the counter, helplessly grinning, hopelessly in love. She did a twist and some weird footwork.

MREOOOWWWW

“Alpine!,” they simultaneously shouted.

The poor cat had run off heavily limping. Bucky cursed, “Ah, shit.” The woman dropped the spatula and went after the fluffy white cat. She frantically apologized, “Alpine! Alpie! I’m so sorry baby! Oh god I didn’t mean to step on your paw babygirl!” Bucky wanted to point out the feline did not understand but held his tongue.

He followed his girlfriend into a back bedroom, then to the walk-in closet. Poor doll was in hysterics now. She wailed, “I’m the worst! What if I broke her paw? Just kill me n-n-nOWWWW!”

Bucky grabbed the sweet thing and hushed her, “Stop howling, Alpine is probably overwhelmed. Let’s be quiet and calmly approach.”

She nodded with a sniffle, mascara running down reddened cheeks. Bucky flicked the light on and softly called, “Alp, Alpine? Pspspsps c’mere baby.” He waggled his fingers at his shoe stand. Slowly the big blue eyes of Alpine came into view. The cat let out a sad ‘maaaoow’. She sucked in a wet sob behind Bucky, little hands fisted into his shirt.

Bucky crouched further down, keeping his palm extended. He cooed, “Over here psps Alpine.” Alpine unfurled from the shoe stand, limping over to the couple. Tears dripped down the young woman’s face as she let the sweet cat sniff her palm and nuzzle against it. She sniveled, “Ohhh- Alpine, m’so sorry,” Bucky was poked as she continued, “Buck? Can you check the paw out?”

Bucky grunted, “Yep. I’m sure she’ll be fine, just a smush and got startled. Bucky picked the white feline up, huge hands so tender with Alpine’s tiny paw. He gave it a few tentative presses and the cat squirmed in pain, making another sad noise. Bucky turned to look at his girlfriend and said, “Yeah I think she might be injured. We can take her to the vet in the morning. Probably just wants to lay down.”

After putting their pet back into the shoe stand, Bucky had stage three to do; console the distraught angel. She had already retreated to the bedroom, cocooning under her copious amounts of fluffy blankets. Bucky had bought them due to supersoldier heat and the ensuing thermostat on the coldest setting possible.

Bucky crawled onto the end of the bed, calling out, “Are you burrowing away from me?”

“Yes. I am the worst. Throw me into the snow already.”

Bucky crawled closer to the familiar lump and teased, “I don’t think paw stomping is equal to hypothermia.”

“It should be.”

His pink lips split into a grin as Buck yanked her blankets back and hopped on top. She squealed and batted at him, howling, “Not funny you jerk! Poor Alpine is hurt!” Bucky laughed, “Poor Alpine has been in shootouts, she’s a-okay.”

She stared up at his stupidly handsome face and pouted. Bucky’s big hands slid up her waist, commenting, “I’ll give you something to cry about if that’s what’cha want babydoll.” His dick never failed to throb at her cute little hitch in breath, pupils blowing wide.

“W-what about the lasagna?”

Bucky licked a hot stripe up her neck, promising, “Oh, this won’t be long. A little pick-me-up for my babydoll.” Her irritated huff quickly turned into a moan. Bucky grinned. So damn cute.

4. Never alone

Bucky had been having trouble sleeping recently, recurring nightmares plaguing any chance of shut eye. His girlfriend worried over him, offering any sort of help. He shook his head, eyes tired, explaining, “It comes in waves, certain times or seasons activate the trauma.”

“Okay, I just wish you didn’t have to sleep on the floor. But whatever will make you more comfortable.”

She wrung her hands nervously, pretty lips curled into a frown. Bucky sighed, patting his lap. He held her tightly and whispered, “I never wanna hurt you, so just for a little bit it’ll be like this okay? I promise, it hurts me too.” She wiped away runny tears, nodding resolutely. His precious baby warbled, “I’m being selfish, don’t mind me prattling and whining. I want what’s best for you. I love you so much,” she pinched Bucky’s thigh, “Go back to therapy tomorrow or I’ll drag you there.”

“I will,” he pecked her lips, “I will.”

They went to their separate beds, well their bed, and Bucky’s blanket and pillow on the floor. He managed to drift off before spinning cycling never ending loops of the Soldier killing and taking swamped his dreams. The asset shot upright with a painful howl, jerking his head around for the enemy.

He jumped up and grabbed a stashed knife, stalking across the floor. So confused on the lines between reality and fiction. He snarled at the sound of a high voice. It was his girl. Bucky was Bucky. Not the asset, soldier, fist of Hydra. He dropped the knife and apologized, “Oh Christ. Are you okay?” He was scared to come closer upon the fear etched into her looks. Fucking monster.

She ran to him and wrapped warm arms around his sweaty torso, crying softly. Bucky couldn’t find words to express his disgust and sorrow, holding her back tightly. His angel croaked, “I was worried about you! I’m s-sorry you had that awful nightmare. Oh Buck, let me sit with you for the rest of the night.”

Bucky peered down with resigned blue eyes. He was more exhausted now after that mind fuck. The brunette needed to get his poor baby to stop crying then maybe he could sleep. Even the cat nervously peered from behind a chair.

They migrated to the couch, her firm on top of him, gently scratching his scalp. Bucky pled, “Please know I would never hurt you. As soon as I heard your voice I knew where I was again.” She pressed her forehead to his and replied, “Then let’s just try this. You don’t have to go through this alone, ever.” She cried in little aborted huffs, trying to hold it together.

Bucky felt his heart swell at her sweet words. She was right, he didn’t have to be alone again. He had friends and his best girl who loved him, hell even the cat. Bucky squeezed her soft waist and gushed, “I love you, so, so, so much. Sweet girl.” He got a couple more tears but soon she became sleepy and winded down.

He managed to fall back into slumber, no dreams this time. Her scent and puffs of soft breath kept him grounded. Bucky hoped he deserved this, praying to whoever granted him this boon.

5. Honey I’m Home! - Smut

Sam hollered out of his big ass truck, “Get ready for the waterworks lover boy!” Bucky held up his middle finger and unlocked the front door. Sam drove away with that annoying guffaw of his. Bucky dropped his bags at the door, Alpine’s blue eyes peering up. He grinned and picked up the kitty, cooing and petting her white fluff. Bucky asked, “Hey, sweet Alp. Where’s mama hm? I know she’s all excited.”

“BABY!,” came the familiar cry. Bucky had to owe it to his supersoldier serum for managing to gently let down Alpine and pick up his girlfriend within 10 seconds. Bucky laughed and picked the woman up, happily swinging them around with a goofy grin. His heart felt so full. She spoke through hefty sobs, “I- Oh gah-ah-ah some pi-pizz-za!” Bucky chuckled and tapped her on the ass.

“The waterworks already angel? So soon?”

“YOU KNOW I MISS-SS-SED YOU!,” she caterwauled, loading Bucky’s face down with kisses. He used a big hand to stabilize her head, sealing his full lips over her shaky ones. She sighed into the lip lock, rambling about how much she missed Bucky between kisses.

Bucky pulled back and hummed, “I missed your pretty face, even the tears.” She nipped his lower lip at the jab, retorting, “Very fu-funny!”

The former assassin chuckled, “No really, I get to hug you.”

She narrowed her eyes, wiping her wet cheeks, “Uh-huh.”

Bucky lowered his lids and gave his best charming half smirk to her, purring, “Y’know what I really miss?” He groped at the globes of her ass gently, eating up her reaction. She gasped, minutely squirming, lashes fluttering. Bucky leant into her ear, humming, “Hm baby? Not gonna ask me?”

She murmured sulkily, “What is it Buck?”

He drew his words out, fanning hot breath across her ear, “I miss the way you cry and rake my back bloody when I’m between those damn thighs.”

“Mmfuck, oh, yeah?,” she squeaked, face heating up. Bucky nodded, long fingers massaging the giving flesh of her cheeks. He rumbled, “Yep sweet baby, couldn’t help myself. So pretty when you come on me. Pizza can wait, I want my girl.” The woman nodded profusely, babbling, “Pleaseplease yes wan’ it Bucky. Missed you!”

In a frenzy she lapped into his plump mouth, kissing like a madwoman. Bucky’s best kept secret is the needy little slut he only gets to have in bed. He stopped to push her against the wall, nosing around at her tits. Bucky’s Henley she wore had slipped down, displaying the soft skin. He lapped at a swollen bud and suckled on her tit, earning a high whine and fingers in his steadily growing hair.

Bucky rutted against her barely clothed pussy, feeling it already damp. He rumbled, “Must’ve been real needy dolly, so wet for me.” She shoved her breasts into his face, gasping out, “Not the same w’out you- ah!” Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head, her words stoking the fires of that possessive place in his heart.

She pulled at his brown hair, urging Bucky along desperately, hips canting against his need. The super soldier panted, “Yeah, yeah, right m’bad.” He stomped to their bedroom, grinning and kissing her hotly. Bucky laid his girlfriend down and frantically began to untie his boots, throwing them against the wall. His eyes flickered up to her yanking off the shirt.

A punched out groan left his throat when her glistening pussy was revealed to him, panties tossed carelessly to the side. Bucky shucked down his briefs and climbed between her thighs, muttering, “Fuckin’ hell— thought about you every night. Pretty pussy,” he pressed his lips to her thighs, “Legs, all of you. Damn.”

Her wide eyes softened, the girl simpering, “Thought ‘bout you too babe, most handsome guy in the world.” Bucky snorted as he pressed himself flush to her smaller body, “I don’t know about that, I do know that I’m yours though.” She smiled against his cheek, wrapping arms around his wide shoulders. Bucky sighed at the feeling of his baby’s gentle kisses to his scruffy skin.

“You want to wear a condom, me stretch you out?,” Bucky asked, eyes searching her own.

She shook her head and whispered, “Got an IUD, I’ll explain later but we don’t have to wear any condoms,” lips grew wider, “So go on and fuck me Buck.” Bucky groaned in ecstasy, situating himself flush to giving flesh. He pumped his leaking cock a couple of times before rubbing the tip against her slick entrance.

She whined and scrabbled at his back, spreading open wider, pleading, “Yeah, yeah, please Bucky, James, baby.” He replied, strained from how adorable and sexy that was, “I gotcha, hold on, fuck.”

They both cried out softly when Bucky slid in to her warm core, the noise filling the room. The brunette braced a hand beside her head, cursing lowly, “God-fucking-damn you feel so good sweets.” She whined his name, face scrunching up adorably, pussy pulsing around him.

Bucky’s flesh hand curled under the back of one of her knees, pushing the girl wider open with a grunt. He pecked her lips and began to piston into her. His blues fell closed, the rapture of being joined with his love was intense. Even more so when some asshole jacked him with the serum. She cooed softly, “Feels- ah, so good, my sweet Buck.”

He didn’t speed up, as much as the soldier wanted to jackhammer into tomorrow. He would enjoy this reunion, savor every pull of her sweet pussy around his cock. Bucky leaned into her forehead, panting into her mouth, soaking up her cries and whimpers. She gave desperate little kisses, pulling at the hair on Bucky’s nape.

“Ah! Love you!,” she moaned.

Bucky panted back, “Love you, so damn much, fffuck.”

He nuzzled into her neck, listening to himself spread her open with a groan. Selfishly, Bucky sped his hips up some, got his knees under him. That way he could fuck his baby’s g-spot, make her (really) cry. His girlfriend responded quickly, arching her back and jerking back onto Bucky’s cock. A slew up goosebumps lit up her skin, mouth hanging wide open. She scrunched her eyes shut, yelling, “Oh- oh that’s it!”

Bucky crooned, licking up her sweaty throat, “Yeah sweetheart? That’s your spot?” She nodded and babbled hitched ‘yesses’. The girl tightened around him, making the drag impossibly hotter. Bucky whined deep in his chest, strokes stuttering. He brought his vision up to look at his love, whining again at her flushed face and hooded eyes.

She whimpered, “M’so close James, oh god!” Tears pricked pretty eyes, clumping the long lashes. Bucky picked up the pace, relishing in her nails ripping his back to shreds. He would lying if he said the pain didn’t exacerbate the pleasure. The brunette gently nipped at her jaw, begging for his girl to come, hand rubbing at her chest and shoulders tenderly.

Bucky’s eyes about crossed when she tightened and howled around his swollen cock. His hand tore at the mattress while her pussy convulsed around him. She sobbed now, tears leaking down her darkened cheeks, “F-fuck Bucky! S-so good!” Her slick coated him, making the glide ever so messier.

Bucky was close now, listening to her pants and whiny cries of ‘come in me please’ was throttling any sort of longevity. His balls drew painfully close, the vein on the underside of his cock throbbing. He cried her name out, muscles seizing with a twitch, emptying into her tight cunt. Bucky’s fingers seemed to lose their motor function, arm careening with a whine. She heaved, “That’s it! Yes! Yes!”

The soldier sucked in a rough breath, finishing his climax with a soft whimper. Bucky rolled them to the side, softening cock still seating inside her. She pressed kisses to his cheeks and nose, smiling and crying per usual. Bucky wrapped his big arms around her waist and kept her flush to him. He murmured, “Perfect baby, jus’ perfect.” She responded with another stolen kiss.

+1. Public Menace!

They sat together at a restaurant, sipping some drinks. Bucky eyed his beautiful girlfriend, effortlessly styled and flawless. He told her so, earning a bashful smile and roll of the eyes. She countered, “Not as flawless as you, Winter Smolder.” Bucky narrowed his eyes, laughing, “Hey, you wanted me to do that photoshoot!”

The waiter came up with their appetizer. Bucky could tell his girlfriend was not a fan of the other man, lips turned down. She was a good judge of character though. The young man had been staring Bucky down for awhile now, even pointing at him from afar. The brunette furrowed his brows and asked, “Can I help or anything?”

The waiter replied, assuming a defensive stance, “Are you the Winter Soldier?”

Bucky felt his girl’s glare threatening to kill the boy. He offered a sheepish smile and elaborated, “Uh- at one point I was. Not anymore.” The man pressed harder, “Yeah but he’s still in there right?,” they motioned at their skull, “Just a couple of words and you snap right?”

Bucky blanched, but the knife didn’t stop digging in his chest, twisting and hot.

“How were you allowed to be pardoned? I mean The Avengers already are at death’s door, why not let a mass murderer join?,” they hissed. Bucky tried to look around for help, stammering an apology. Panic began to lace at his chest, pulling his throat tight. Their mouth was moving angrily, but all Buck could hear was ringing.

A familiar hand gripped at his, her voice clearing through the attack. His girlfriend calmly replied, “I should report your manager for harassing customers, sir.” She leaned in with a snarl, “What would you do if you were captured by a secret agency embedded within the United States for 75 years huh? Beaten, brainwashed, tortured, and forced to hurt others with no say?”

The waiter attempted to retort but she cut him off with a hand.

“Luckily Bucky here,” she poked the man’s chest, “Has a name! His name has been cleared and has worked very hard on amends. If you got your head out of your ass and looked around maybe you’d see the good work him and Cap have done around the globe!” Bucky’s girlfriend jerked into her purse and threw a bill at the dumbfounded man.

“C’mon sweetheart, we’ll go somewhere else,” she stood up and loudly announced, “I’ll make sure to give my nicest review in the DAILY BUGLE!!!”

The young waiter gasped and stared in a fog.

Bucky shuffled along, still gathering his wits. He’d never seen his girl so pissed. Once outside the restaurant she hugged him tightly, cursing, “Fucking asshole. Sorry I went a little crazy. Jameson would be proud, ha.” Meanwhile the brunette was blinking away tears, grateful for her swift save. He blurted, more of a croak, “Thank you angel.” Suddenly his eyes were blurry with hot tears.

Bucky sobbed in her arms, the panic, shame, and embarrassment from earlier breaking down. The woman soothed him with a shush, rubbing his muscular back. She cooed, “That’s okay, let it out, about time for you to be the crier.” Bucky smiled slightly, eyeing her with red rims. She swiped away his tear, stating, “Don’t ever let an idiot like that make you feel less than, you are good.”

Bucky shook his head, murmuring, “Does everybody still think I’m about to snap?”

She raised a brow, “Buck. The amount of good press you got from the GRC debacle has shown you in a different light,” she laughed, “I can write puff pieces of you napping with the cat if that makes you feel better baby?” He swatted her ass with a roll of teary eyes, thanking his girlfriend again.

Bucky asked, “D’ya just wanna order in instead? I’ll rub your feet.”

“Free of charge, no foot rubs, let’s go home big guy,” she shrugged. Bucky would be a little weepy for the rest of the night, but she made it bearable.

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xlovelybluebellex · 3 months

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Little!Emily Would…

☁️ Emily regresses to around 1-2! Quite the baby regressor, and incredibly dependent on her caregiver.

☁️ Okay, she WAS cared for by Sera. But after the whole Charlie and Vaggie incident, she became distant. So now she regresses alone (not for long though).

☁️She loves the clouds! They’re so nice and fluffy and pretty! Plus she can see shapes in them. It’ll show how smart she is.

☁️ Emily needs a lot of praise and reassurance. Look at her, poor baby just wants to do Heaven and Hell right. So she needs to be told how brave she is, how kind and sweet she is, and how she is good.

☁️ She has a cloud stuffy named Raine, who goes everywhere with her.

☁️ When she goes down to Hell (cause I said so), she starts to spend more time with Charlie and Vaggie. Both are flips, so they’re happy to care for her. Even Sir Pentious and Lucifer will check in once in a while as fallen angels need to look out for each other.

☁️ She likes to help, even though she’s normally too little. But it’s okay, Emily will still try her best.

☁️ She used to love being called angel, but now not so much. However, she does love to be called ‘Emmy’ or ‘Sweetheart’. Any name that makes her feel tiny.

☁️ Emily gets so excited so easily and it’s the cutest thing ever. She’ll squeal and kick her feet while flapping her hands. But she’ll do her best not to kick anyone or anything.

☁️She has problems preening sometimes. So, Vaggie or even Lucifer are willing to help take care of that for her.

☁️Emily loves to be bottle fed. It makes her feel so small and precious, especially when the milk is nice and warm and she’s cuddled up in a caregivers lap.

☁️She cries easily. But it’s mostly cause she thinks she hurt someone’s feelings or something regarding another person. She doesn’t want to be mean :(

☁️ She was very upset to see there weren’t many clouds in Hell, so everyone chipped in to add some soft glow in the dark clouds to her room. It’s very calming when regressed.

☁️She’s such a Disney fan! She and Charlie love to binge any and every Disney movie. However, they mostly stick to the older ones.

☁️Emily loves to nap, surprisingly. The fluffy pillow, the soft sheets, everything about a nap is perfect to her. So there isn’t much of a fuss when it comes to nap time.

Little Emily…my heart

#age regression #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel agere

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kyoriis · 2 years

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BUT I LOVE YOUUUU ! ☆

featuring !! — iluna x gn reader.

synopsis !! — when you don't say ily back *gasps*.

format !! — headcanons.

warnings !! — a lil cursing. the use of word " bro ".

kyori's note !! — fist post ayyyy. pog. stan iluna besties <3

REN ZOTTO ! ☆

he just finished streaming, and he was tired asf.

"i love you baby" (◕ᴥ◕)

"mhmm" (￣(ｴ)￣)

he gasps. i just know he's a dramatic mf in private <3.

"baby?"

"..."

"aight no kisses for you" he smirks.

now that's scary but you maintained ur composure cause ur pog.

"babyyyyyyy i love you" insert more whining.

if that doesn't work well, our alien prince will use plan b. tickling.

won't stop until you say ily back LMAO.

laughs proudly when you say it cause he's a cheeky mf. ( pls i love his voice sm bro- )

SCARLE YONAGUNI ! ☆

mommy-

so y'all were cuddling.

"i looooove you" she kisses ur forehead, expecting a response but you just nod.

she literally goes (´⊙ω⊙`)！

"love, is something wrong?" she asks a lil confused.

"y/n?" oh shoot not the name-

idk why but i feel like she'll lowkey try to remember if something upset you because she's such a sweetheart.

she won't talk unless you say something so u finally tell her it was a prank.

will yeet you lovingly off her lap ( ◜‿◝ )♡

scarle yonaguni supremacy indeed.

KYO KANEKO ! ☆

baby boy just yeets himself onto you to tell you how much he loves you.

"god i love you so much mwah" ( ˘ ³˘)♥

"wanna play smash bros?"

are you fr? y/n are you seriously ignoring ur adorable lover? honey no.

"umm uhh sure?" he replies, his voice slightly breaking.

HOW DARE YOU HURT HIM YOU-

literally for the entire three matches you both played he looked more and more sad :(

the guilt that filled you when you looked at his lil pout was enough for you to explain that it was a prank and apologize.

"so umm so like can you say it now?" he chuckles, hugging you.

"i love you too kyo."

don't do that again, or else ಥ_ಥ

MARIA MARIONETTE ! ☆

my precious lil being.

how could you do this to her y/n?

"i love you" she says shyly, hiding her face in her hands.

"mhmm"

she's confused. (・o・)

was this supposed to happen?

that's not what she learnt from google tho-

like my girl literally goes out of the room to ✨research✨ ur reaction.

a true #girlboss indeed.

like your had to chase her down and explain it to her lmfaooo.

"oh" pls i love her sm aaaaa.

please tell her ily again bro.

ASTER ARCADIA ! ☆

pretty boy was always pretty nervous when it came to expressing love.

"i love you y/n" he whispers (◍•ᴗ•◍)

"....."

i feel like he's very sensitive when it comes to this type of stuff.

he gets very worried. immediately apologizes before dashing out of the room.

ur lover is crying cause of ur stupid ass prank y/n. ಠ︵ಠ

"ASTER BABY NOO IT WAS A PRANK" you try to comfort him.

poor baby :(((

stop crying after a lil while.

"i love you too ! i love you so much" you kiss his forehead <3

cuddles to make him happy. NOW.

AIA AMARE ! ☆

she knew what was going on.

queen shit amirite?

"i love you, you lovable idiot." she smiles.

but that sweet smile turns into an amused smirk as soon as she hears no response. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"babe please, you're too easy to read"

if you still don't budge or pretend to be confused. ( which is epic btw i would just surrender lol )

"no more cuddles" and you know she's deadass about it too.

instant panik.

a prank <<< cuddles from aia amare 😍

so you end up admitting it because who tf would wanna be banned from cuddling with such a beautiful woman?

aia : 1, y/n : 0.

#✍🏼 — dua's works !!#iluna #iluna x reader #aia amare #aster arcadia #kyo kaneko #maria marionette #ren zotto #scarle yonaguni #ren zotto x reader #scarle yonaguni x reader #aia amare x reader #aster arcadia x reader #kyo kaneko x reader #maria marionette x reader #vtuber x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem #noctyx

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notsunnyowo · 1 year

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Your Name

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem Reader (part 1)

Summary:

Once you turn four years old, a name appeares on your wrist.

The name of your soulmate...

..or your mortal enemy.

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Guess I got my enemy's.

They say that once a person turns four years old, a name will appear on their wrist.

The name of either their soulmate..

..or their mortal enemy.

Pretty interesting right? You either get to meet the one you are destined to be with. The half that you never knew you were missing. Your one and only, your true love..

Or.

The person you'll despise most. The sole being who is going to make your life a living hell. Or to put it simply, the bein of your existence. Your mortal enemy

And the best part about it? You have no clue who you got until you've met that person.

***

(Y/n) could remember the first time she saw his name, on the morning of her fourth birthday. The little girl had gotten up, excitement pouring out of her little body as she happily made her way towards the bathroom to wash up and get ready for the day to come.

As she made her way into the decent sized bathroom and proceeded to pick up her toothbrush something caught her eye. Some words were neatly written on the inner part of her hand.

Being only a four year old child, with no prior knowledge on the matter the girl felt rather confused. Why were there words written on her hand? Who had written them there? Had it been her father? Or her mother perhaps?

And most importantly, what did they mean?

Try as she might poor (Y/n) could only wonder on how those words had appeared on her hand. After a bit of thought on the matter the petite girl left her toothbrush where it had been and quickly exited the bathroom in search of her parents.

"Mommy! Daddy!" The girl called out to her parents as she made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Her little feet thumping along the wooden stairs as she approached the room.

Sure enough, her parents were inside. Upon seeing their child both of them smiled. (Y/n)'s father quickly went up to his little girl and picking her up and swinging her around, causing the child to erupt into a fit of giggles, momentarily forgetting what she'd came there to ask.

"There's our birthday girl!" He spoke in such a way that only a loving father could with to his precious daughter. "Look at you! So grown up!"

(Y/n) laughed at her father's words. "Silly daddy! I'm not that old! I'm only this big!" She said, gesturing to her small body with her equally small hands.

"You're absolutely right sweetheart." (Y/n)'s mother chimed in, walking over to the two with a loving smile, similar to the one on her father's features.

Placing a hand on her child's hair, the woman ruffled her (h/c) locks. The action made young (L/n) smile brightly, showing her mother the few missing teeth spots she had where her baby teeth used to be.

Not long after, the small girl composed herself and looked at both her parents, simultaneously raising the hand with the strange words on it.

"I found this weird mark on my hand. I was going to brush my teeth when I saw it." The girl explained, pointing at the Kanji written on her arm.

What confused little (Y/n) more was the fact that her parents didn't seem to be phased by the strange markings on her wrist. Did this mean that they knew something about this that she didn't? Probably.

(Y/n)'s mother wasted no time in giving her child the explanation she figured the girl needed.

"Those words on your wrist are a name dear." The woman explained, before raising her own hand and tugging on the sleeve of her shirt. This, in turn caused the soft fabric to move aside and bring into view something written on her wrist.

Upon close inspection, (Y/n) could see that the words were written in a similar way to the ones on her own wrist. Although is seemed like they said something else.

"Everyone has a name written on their hands dear." Her mother explained. "Each one of us gets it when we turn four. Just like you did today." She continued, crouching down to be at level with her daughter.

"That name belongs to either your soulmate or your enemy." The woman finished, giving the petite girl some time to process what was going on.

"Soul-mate?" (Y/n) questioned, quirking a brow as if trying to further emphasize her confusion.

"A soulmate is the one person you are destined to be with." Her father said, capturing the girl's attention. Her eyes turned to look at his approaching figure.

"Think of it as your best friend. Someone you can tell anything and not fear their reaction to it. Someone you like being around." At this explanation the young girl made an "oh" with her mouth.

Now she got it! So this meant that she now knew the name of her new best friend! She couldn't wait to meet whoever it was!

(Y/n) could already begin to imagine all the lovely playdates they'd have. They could go play on the swings together, or maybe even play hide and seek! And afterwards they'd come home and her mother would make them the yummiest cookies ever!

(Y/n)'s little daydream didn't last long however, as the small child quickly remembered the second half of the explanation.

"And what if it's.." She began, unfortunately forgetting the name of the word. What was it again?

"Enemy?" Her mother asked.

"Yeah! Enemy! What if it's that?" The girl asked, her eyes sparkling with determination to broaden her vocabulary with such big-girl words.

With a sigh her father crouched down, getting at eye level with his daughter. The man had a relatively serious look on his face as he placed a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder. "In that case.." He began.

He wondered how he was supposed to lightly introduce the topic of an enemy to his four year old daughter. She viewed the world in such a positive light that he found himself worried about abstracting that pure view she had on things. However, despite that he knew that she'd learn about it sooner or later. So it'd be much better if she was well educated on that matter by someone with much more experience on the matter.

"If you get your enemy then that means that you'll know the name of the person who you won't like at all. See, an enemy is the exact opposite of a soulmate. As much as you may like your soulmate, you'll dislike your enemy as much."

Little (L/n) nodded. "So this means that whoever this name belongs to is either my new best friend ever! Or, my worst friend ever..?" She said, explaining the term in her own much simpler way.

Her parents nodded. She might have not gotten the exact definition right, but it was a good start.

"But how will I know if it's my soulmate or not?" The small child questioned. This was all so new to her, yet she was doing her best to soak up any new information like a sponge.

As an answer to this question her mother showed the girl her wrist, pointing to the Kanji neatly written on her wrist. "Do you know whose name is written on my wrist sweetie?"

(Y/n) shook her head, no.

"It's your father. See?" The woman pointed to the first Kanji and then the second. "(L/n) (F/n), your father's name." At this news (Y/n) jumped in excitement and quickly turned to her father, her eyes sparkling with joy. Did this mean that her father had her mother's name as well? How amazing would that be!

"Daddy! Do you have Mommy's name?"

At this question her father gave her a shake of his head, before showing his child the name written on his own wrist. "I don't have your mother's name (Y/n)." He pointed a finger to the Kanji. "This says Shimura Tenko." The man explained. "Everyone gets a unique name and it's up to them to determine if it's their soulmate or their enemy. I haven't met this person though."

"But I've met your father." (Y/n)'s mother interjected. Wrapping and arm around her husband's arm. "And I can confidently say that your father is most definitely not my enemy." The woman smiled softly, giving her husband a kiss.

"To answer your question." Her mother continued. "When you meet that person you'll know who it is. That's the only way I know how to explain it to you sweetie."

The small girl nodded, she wasn't quite sure how she'd understand it but she would take her mother's word for it. She was much more knowledgeable than her so she must know best! Or at least better than she did.

(Y/n) would be lying to herself if she said that she wasn't even a little bit worried about the person being her enemy. But the chance that it could also be her soulmate was much more enticing.

Looking down at her hand the girl eyed the name curiously, before showing it to her mother, her eyes shining a (e/c) color.

"What's it say mommy?" She asked.

Her mother took a look at her daughter's hand, letting out a soft 'hmm' in response. "My.. What an interesting name.." She said in a soft tone which only caused the already impatient girl to not be able to contain her pure excitement.

"What is it!"

"Here it says.. Bakugou Katsuki."

***

"Forward march and here we go!" A blonde boy called out as he lead a group of other small children across a log which served as a bridge for them to cross over to the other side of the small river. The children appeared to be around four or so, some showing odd physical abnormalities, courtesies of their respective quirks.

"Members of the agency, Bakugou-!" The boy continued, accidently slipping on the log and falling down into the river.

"Woah!- Bakugou-" One child called out to the ashen blonde.

As a response the young boy smiled as he waved a hand nonchalantly. "Relax! It's only a bit'a water! I'll come back up in a sec!"

"Kacchan!" Another voice called out, and as Bakugou looked towards the sound of the voice, his brows furrowed slightly upon seeing the outstretched hand of the emerald eyed boy, standing in front of him. "Are you alright?" He asked. "Are you hurt?"

'Kacchan' scowled, getting up on his own and completely disregarding the offer of help from the youngster ahead. "I said I'm fine! I don't need your help Deku!"

With a saddened look on his face Izuku watched as his 'friend' walked off into the distance, getting up on his own and completely leaving him behind. It was like that most days, he always pursued his so-called friend, while Katsuki always did his best to avoid him, and/or make fun of him.

It seemed that Bakugou had a strong distaste for the jade-eyed boy.

"Hey Bakugou, what's that on your hand?" One of the boys next to the blonde asked, pointing a curious finger at the boy's hand.

"What are you talking about?" The blonde asked, as his crimson eyes trailed off to the mentioned spot, only to widen as he looked at the Kanji written on his wrist. A triumph full smile gracing his smooth features.

"Finally! The name of my mortal enemy!" The boy cheered. "A worthy opponent!"

***

That day Katsuki returned home with a bashful look on his face, despite the whole falling into the lake thing. He had finally gotten the name of his mortal enemy! And in just a matter of minutes, he'd finally be able to know the actual name of said enemy.

Bakugou was a smart child, not to mention very observant. Ever since he could remember, he'd always asked about everything and anything that peaked his interest. Be it small things, or something a bit more important.

And so, he now was going to ask his mother to read this name to him. It wasn't that young Bakugou couldn't read or anything of the sort, not at all. The boy could read some words written in Hiragana and Katakana, but he simply didn't know a lot of Kanji. And seeing as the whole name was written like that, he'd have quite the problem understanding what the words meant.

"Mom!" The boy called out, entering the living room.

"What's the matter Katsuki?" His mother asked, leaving her work in the kitchen to come and see what her son was calling her about.

"Look!" He yelled, waving his hand in the air, flashing the woman a toothy grin. "I got it! The name of my enemy! See?"

Mrs. Bakugou glanced down at her son's wrist, seeing that he did in fact have a name written on it.

Her features softened as she approached the boy, crouching down to get to his level. "You did now, huh?"

"Yeah! Can you tell me what it says!" He said, holding his hand out to her, allowing Mitsuki a clear view of the words on his wrist.

"Alright, alright. Give me a minute." The woman looked at the Kanji before saying out loud. "It says (L/n) (Y/n)."

Looking up from his wrist the boy's mother gave him an intrigued look. "How come you're so sure it's your enemy and not your soulmate? ~ For all we know it could be either."

"Because!" He pouted. "I don't need a stupid soulmate! I'm fine just on my own!" The boy crossed his arms, turning his head away from his mother.

"Oh really?" His mother edged on. "You expect me to believe that you're not going to be a little interested if it ends up being your soulmate and not your mortal enemy?"

"Yeah!"

***

He didn't realize how wrong his words would be.

(part 2)

#mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #mha #bnha #fandom ships #romance #roleplay #bnha bakugou #x reader #fem reader #reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x fem!reader #soulmate au #soulmates #soulmate marks

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fsiryspit · 2 years

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scoops ahoy !

trigger warnings : perv!steve, lowercase intended, s3 steve, making out, this is just a blurb/hc thingy, thigh riding, steve being needy, reader going by she/her, pet names. NOT PROOF READ !!

writers note : this is just me being horny because i love mr steve harrington with all my life. & i don’t see a lot with se3 steve. it should be a crime.

steve is the kind of guy who complains constantly. especially if he doesn’t get what he wants, and working at scoops ahoy — sheesh, no of the girlies want him. que robin in the back like ‘no bitches??’

but that was until she came in one day. boy oh boy, she was a sight for sore eyes and she’d say the same about stevie. his lips were perfectly pink, painted in chap stick and hair tousled underneath that goofy hat. dark blue complimented him so nicely . . and cherry red had looked breathtaking on her.

they hit it off quite instantly, robin surprised but very supportive toward the friend she called dingus.

everything was a mere thought, perhaps less than that — as the new girl and steve made out in the break room. what if they got caught ?? that’s what made it so exciting . “ shh , sweetheart , bein’ too loud. ” he snickered, her thighs needily wrapped around his thigh as she grind against it. fuck, he could feel her wetness on his skin, head falling back as his cock twitched into those too tight shorts.

“ c’mon , baby . . need you to cum for me. know you want to. ” it was almost in a whine. scoops ahoy steve was such a needy boy . . wanted to see ‘ his girl ’ cum in her pretty panties , have to bite down on something to keep in a loud moan. his left hand found itself on her face, gripping her cheeks before smashing their lips together.

their tongues danced, his teeth slightly grazing along her bottom lip. they had just met and he wanted her. no . . needed her. he loved how her hips stuttered, her juices staining his blue shorts . . how he had to go back on shift in ten minutes. “ take off those damn panties. ” he growled, smirking with how quickly she followed orders.

her black panties were stuffed in his back pocket. they were his now — she’d never get em back. poor girl. “ make yourself cum , ‘kay ? ” he whispered and revived a nod. the slut of a girl began rocking her hips again, the feeling of her bare pussy against the rough fabric made her walls clench. fuck, she wanted his cock, but would have to wait.

he chuckled darkly, one hand on her hip as the other slid into his shorts, eagerly gripping at his hardened cock. steve groaned, his hips bucking and causing such a cute moan from the girl.

what fucking perverts. steve fucking his hand at such a fast pace, as the girl used his leg to get off.

and that precious knot in her belly . . snapped ! cumming all over baby steve’s shorts. “ oh fuck ! ” he moaned loudly, thick ropes of cum shooting from his pink tip. he hummed softly, giving a gentle kiss to the girls jaw. then forehead.

“ looks like i’ll need a new pair of shorts . . ”

#steve harrington x reader #x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #joe keery #shameless smut #steve harrington smut #scoops ahoy

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babyjakes · 2 years

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the devil's thirst.

summary | stupid little babies who wanna act big need to be reminded how utterly pathetic and helpless they truly are.

pairing | mean!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | mean!mean!mean!daddy!lloyd like so mean, very cruel!!, denial as punishment (no cumming for a month), lloyd is a sick bastard (canon) and threatens to cut various body parts off, fake soft!daddy!lloyd for a hot minute, my strawberry shortcake trauma insertion, mocking/degredation, restraints (rope), watersports (forced wetting), fingering, black rubber gloves bc lloyd doesn't like messes (whew daddy!!), forced orgasm, squirting (i mean, ,, it's also pee but, ,, ,, you know), pussy slapping/clit spanking, big big crying kink, so much cursing, name-calling (whore, slut, bitch, all the good ones), no aftercare/lloyd makes her clean up the mess D-:, dude wtf even is this and why did i write it :^))))

word count | 2,742

an | idek what to say about this one so i'm just gonna link this hate anon i got about having a piss kink where i responded with piss ari and cursed the haters bc i think it's funny and neat okay byeeee-

Unsurprisingly, when it came to being your daddy, there were certain parts of the job that Lloyd found especially enjoyable. He did it all well, of course- took care of your needs and wants, doted on you, treated you like the princess you were. But he would be lying if he said the darker, more sinister parts of the role weren't his favorite; it was only in his nature. He was cruel, wicked down to the bone, and that meant strict rules, along with even stricter punishments. Considering this, you were never one to act up much.

Much.

When you did end up on Lloyd's bad side, the consequences were usually swift and scathing. One philosophy he held was that it wasn't a true punishment unless he had you in tears. And being the notorious torture fanatic he was, he had plenty of methods to extract those pretty sobs from poor little you. All in all, your daddy was very hands-on with your discipline. So the one time he finally decided to punish you by depriving instead of dealing out, you knew you had taken things too far. But it was too late to do anything about it. Lloyd Hansen gave second chances to no one.

"A month?" you exclaimed in horror, jumping down from your seat on the dark polished wood of his study desk. Hands coming to rest on your hips over your frilly tennis skirt, you stood with shock still clear on your face.

Not even pausing to look up at you, Lloyd nodded as he continued to sort through the paperwork before him. He knew it drove you crazy; that's why he did it. The more worked up he could get you, the better. He loved seeing you pout and fuss. "That's right, princess. A whole month, no playtime. And if you even so much as think about touching that pretty little clit of yours, I'll cut it off and feed it to the dogs."

Grimacing in disgust, you somehow found it in you to protest, "Ew- no, Daddy! You wouldn't!"

Chuckling softly at your outrage, the man nodded, "Oh, I would, sweetheart. Actually- maybe I'd keep it, put it in a nice frame up on the wall. You know how much Daddy loves your little button, wouldn't wanna let it go to waste. Oh- and the same goes for your nipples, young lady. Daddy knows his naughty girl can get off on those alone when she's needy enough."

Huffing softly to yourself, you crossed your arms, stomping the rubber bottom of your platform Mary Jane against the floor. Finally looking up to meet your gaze, Lloyd smiled widely, having gotten exactly what he wanted: a precious, pouty baby. How cute.

"No fair, Daddy," you whimpered, bottom lip puffing out in an attempt to change his mind.

"No fair? Why's that, princess? What were you expecting when you stole Daddy's bike for a midnight joyride, a fucking pat on the back? A new pair of shoes?"

"N-no, but..." Sniffling, your frown deepened. "You never give me punishments like this, Daddy. Always just..."

"Give you what you want? Play rough with you, let you cum?" the man finished your sentence for you as you lowered your head in shame; there was no denying that he was right. "Oh, you'll get that too, sweetheart. This is just part one of your lesson, so quit being a brat and whining about it, or I'll double the time."

"No- please, Daddy!" you were quick to beg, eyes bulging with tears as he did nothing but laugh at your pathetic desperation.

"Good. Now get out of here, Daddy's got a meeting. You might wanna take a walk around the garden, baby. Don't think you're gonna like the sounds I'm about to pull from these bastards."

When the promised day arrived, you were a much different girl than you were only a month ago, any last hints of brattiness and defiance completely put out as you could really only be described using one word at that point: needy. In the morning as he helped you get ready, your daddy dressed you up in your favorite Strawberry Shortcake pinafore with matching pink stockings held in place by pretty lace garters, and of course he let you wear your favorite lingerie set, the baby pink lace with little strawberry patterning just so adorable against your perfect body. With how cute you were looking, it took everything in him not to bend you over your bed and fuck you into oblivion as soon as you were all dressed and ready for the day. "So beautiful for me, angel," Lloyd cooed against your hair as he held you on his lap, running a gentle hand up and down your back. "You remember what today is, don't you?"

Big eyes blinking innocently, you nodded, too busy holding your breath to respond.

"I knew my princess wouldn't forget. Daddy can't wait to give you the rest of your punishment- and some relief, of course." Smiling down at you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before continuing, "But in order to get all that, you need to be a good girl for Daddy first, okay? I've got some work to wrap up in my office, and I want you sitting pretty on my lap while I do it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy," you nodded obediently, jumping slightly as his other hand came up to rub against your thigh. Cheeks burning in embarrassment, you bit your lip, knowing better than to start begging early.

"Oh sweetheart, you poor thing," your daddy crooned sympathetically as he ran his fingers delicately over your trembling skin. "Look at how badly you need me- are those tears in your eyes already, princess?"

Not wanting to open your mouth in fear of breaking down completely, you simply let out a weak whimper, turning to tuck your face against the fabric of the man's shirt. Chuckling at your actions, Lloyd wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss down on the top of your head. "Okay, okay- Daddy'll quit teasing," he promised. "Now come on, little one. I have a surprise waiting for you in the study."

Lifting you into the air with ease, he was kind enough to carry you all the way from the bedroom to the office, letting you stay hidden away in the safety of his familiar scent and the darkness of his shirt. "Don't tell me you're gonna be a teary-eyed baby all day," he frowned as he flipped on the lights to illuminate the grand room, stepping over a bit and rousing you in his arms. "Hey pumpkin, look- look over on the couch and see what Daddy got you."

Wary eyes cautiously coming out of hiding, you glanced over to the plush brown sofa, a small gasp escaping your lips as you whispered, "Strawberry sodas! Daddy, those are my favorite!"

"I know, my love. That's why I got them for you, thought maybe you'd like a treat for being such a good girl all month for me. You wanna have one while you sit on my lap?" the man offered as he gently placed you down on your feet, smiling as you gave him an eager nod of a response. "Go grab one, baby. Actually, make it two. Daddy'll try one with you, can't remember the last time I had something sweet."

As you skipped across the rug to grab the pretty glass bottles full of sparkling pink juice, Lloyd settled himself down in his black leather office chair, smirking silently at the sight of you bouncing in excitement from the "treat" he had bought for you. "Look Daddy, cute baby strawberry cartoons on the bottles!" you beamed as you made your way back over to him, climbing up to straddle one of his sturdy thighs as you faced in his direction, handing him one of the drinks.

"So cute, angel. Almost as cute as you," he smiled widely as he helped you pop off the cap before opening his own. "Cheers," he sang as he tapped the glasses together softly, trying to keep from salivating as he watched your puffy lips pink with lip gloss wrap around the mouth of the bottle.

Taking a few gulps, you hummed lovingly at the sweet taste. "Soo good, Daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome, princess. Go ahead, drink up. The whole box's for you."

"You stupid, stupid baby."

Choking against the wad of lace shoved between your sticky lips, you let out a humiliated whine as Lloyd stood above you, towering over your trembling form with his hands pressed neatly behind his back. "Look at you," he snapped, "couldn't even get through tying you up without the tears starting. Isn't this what you wanted? You were so sad when Daddy wouldn't wreck your pretty little cunt on the spot- remember that, whore?"

Sniffling pathetically into your spit-soaked panties, all you could do was cry harder at the man's degrading words. Sobs wracking through your chest as you stared wide-eyed up at the terrifying man above you, you struggled to comprehend everything that had happened in such a short span of time. Where had your loving, doting Daddy gone? You should've been suspicious when he was so kind that morning, but silly little you, all you had thought was he had woken up in a good mood. Now it was clear that he had much darker intentions settling just below the surface the entire time; it was all a part of his game. He had played you like a pathetic little pawn.

Kicking your legs with what little strength you had left, you tried to struggle against the tight ropes holding you bound and open against the smooth leather of the office chair, but it was no use- you couldn't move more than a fraction of an inch in any direction. Watching you writhe and attempt to escape, Lloyd laughed a loud and mean laugh, his spit hitting your face as he grinned in sick delight. "Poor little slut. Can't get out of Daddy's knots. You know better than to squirm, sweetheart, but I'll let you get away with it this time. I have so much fun in store for you, I don't wanna waste any time on trivial matters like spanking your nasty little fuckhole."

Icy eyes trailing down, the man's gaze settled on your exposed pussy, the soft, delicate petals of your sex puffy from excitement and neglect. "Oh baby," Lloyd cooed, crouching down in front of you as his eyes became level with your dripping heat, "look so sensitive already. Haven't been touched in weeks, and it really shows. Daddy's gonna have so much fun with you. Aren't you excited, angel? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Crying harder against your makeshift gag, you shook your head desperately, a wicked smile forming on his face as your daddy nodded knowingly. "No? Why's that, princess?" Reaching out a hand, he snatched the panties from between your teeth, giving you only a moment to cough and recover from the forced intrusion. "Speak."

Lower lip trembling terribly as you fought back stronger sobs, your voice came out in shaky gasps as you stuttered, "P-please Daddy... p-please! Have'ta- please... h-have'ta go p-potty!"

Pure depraved thrill shone in Lloyd's eyes as you let out your admittance. "Stupid, stupid baby. Drank all those strawberry sodas, how many was it again?" Warm tears rolling down your cheeks, you whimpered with heavy regret, your tummy throbbing against the ropes holding you so tightly in place. "And now look at you, so full- you could nearly burst. Stupid fucking baby. Never use your fucking brain, do you? Time to teach you how tiny and dumb you really are, slut. You wanna know what happens when little girls cum with a tummy this full?" he asked cruelly, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a pair of black nitrile gloves, snapping them onto his large hands for a dangerously tight fit. "They piss all over themselves. Like the pathetic fucking babies they are."

The panties being shoved back in your mouth knocked the wind out of you, but it was two of Lloyd's thick fingers piercing into your drooling folds that had your eyes rolling back into your head as you struggled to catch air. Digits pounding brutally in and out of your aching walls, the man quickly made you into a sputtering mess, the friction provided by your slick and the rubber of the gloves sending burning shocks through your gut and up your spine. You begged, pleaded through the fabric wedged between your lips, but it was no use; Lloyd would get what he wanted. He always got what he wanted.

"So fucking wet, little slut- such a fucking mess you're making," he grunted as he increased the speed of his fingers, focusing his attention on the tender spot he knew could get you to snap in seconds. Warmth building up in your tummy, you did everything you could to fight the urge to release, but it was a losing battle. "Needy little whore went all month without getting to cum once- no way you'll last long. Horny little bitch, always ready to take whatever Daddy wants to shove up her filthy little cunt."

Ripping his fingers from your tight grip, he smacked his gloved hand down several times against your tender pussy, dissolving you into a squeaking, sobbing mess as your flesh burned agonizingly from the assault. "Stupid-" smack, "little-" smack, "baby-" smack, "gonna-" smack, "squirt-" smack, "all-" smack, "over-" smack, "and there's nothing she can do about it," he grinned widely as he shoved his fingers back in, his other hand coming up to keep smacking over your throbbing clit, "absolutely nothing. Can scream and cry 'til she's blue in the face, but Daddy doesn't care. Daddy's gonna make you cum, little girl. Gonna make you gush all over yourself, 'n there's nothing you can do about it. So keep fucking crying, you pathetic little bitch. Get those pretty cheeks nice and wet for me- maybe if you're good I'll fuck your face when I'm done."

Speeding up his thrusts once more, the thumb of his other hand settling in to rub tight little circles harshly against your burning nub, there was nothing you could do but lay there and take it as Lloyd brought you to the edge of climax within minutes. Noticing the growing look of terror on your face, the man's crooked smile grew wider as he taunted, "There it is, look at that. Knew she couldn't hold it in. Dumb little babies can't keep themselves from cumming, not when their daddies are finger-fucking their pussies this good. Come on, you fucking whore. Cum for Daddy, make a big fucking mess like the stupid fucking baby you are." With the curl of his massive fingers hitting just the right spot, and the pad of his rubbered thumb stroking painfully against your bundle of nerves, with a broken sob, you heaved as you submitted to your punisher. Your orgasm sprayed out against his relentless ministrations as he laughed cruelly in delight, "That's it. Filthy. Fucking. Baby. Give it to me. Give it all to Daddy."

When the waves of terrible pleasure finally began to subside, you were left gasping for air as Lloyd slowed his hands down to a gradual stop, mercifully reaching up to pull the panties from your mouth to allow you a little more space to breathe. "Dirty little girl, look what a big fucking mess you made," he shook his head heartlessly, rising to his feet as he snapped the gloves off his hands and tossed them to the ground. Grabbing a switchblade from his pocket, he flicked out the metal edge, running it harshly over the ropes holding you in place to set you free.

As soon as your sore muscles were released from their bonds, you collapsed against the sturdy frame of the rolling chair, still struggling to catch your breath as Lloyd spoke to you with disinterest, "Now clean it up. All of it. And throw the clothes away. Stupid little baby, ruined her favorite dress. Covered in piss now, pathetic. Disgusting." Reaching under his desk, he grabbed a roll of paper towels and a bottle of cleaner, tossing them at you, ignoring when you whimpered at them hitting you in the face.

#eun's writing #the devil's thirst #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen fanfiction #daddy!lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #the gray man #chris evans #chris evans smut #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen one shot #lloyd hansen imagine #the gray man fanfiction

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theghostnugget · 5 months

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My YYH AU is as follows:

Literally the only change is that Hiei and Yukina meet as children. Hiei gets the Jagan, finds the floating ice island, and instead of finding Yukina happily playing with some animals, he sees her getting lectured by an older ice maiden who is telling her that her emotions are shameful and she’s just like her whore mother. Hiei descends from the trees to stand between his sister and the emotionless shell calling her horrible names. He insults her back and threatens to set her on fire if she doesn’t apologize to his sister. The ice maiden flees to sound the alarm, but Yukina grabs Hiei’s hand and begs him to take her somewhere free. So, like the doting big brother he is, Hiei takes her to the most free place he knows - the woods (where Yukina promptly begins playing with the forest animals). They chat and bond, and when Hiei tells her he’s leaving she begs to go with him. And once again, like the doting brother he is, he obliges. Suddenly, through his lonely crimeful traipsing through the Demon World, his precious sister is tagging along.

As they grow up, they become nearly unrecognizable compared to the Hiei and Yukina we know. They’re similar in the most important ways – Hiei is still a violent criminal and Yukina is still a soft-hearted sweetheart, but they balance out the damage in each other.

Hiei’s biggest flaw (when you boil down the rage, violence, and criminal behavior) is two-fold. The first fold is poor modelling – His role-model (which he actually admits is the closest thing he had to a father) was a thief who was perfectly happy to murder a baby until he found out that the baby had something valuable. Violence, murder, and insults are the only tools that Hiei was given to interact with the world. The second fold? Hiei was never loved unconditionally – and in fact has never been loved at all. He was allowed to continue existing if he was useful enough, but no living person has ever treated Hiei with care or affection. EVER. This leads to someone who is violently and fiercely determined to be viewed as strong. Because that’s literally the only redeeming quality he thinks he has.

Yukina has been treated like a burden her entire life. Her father doesn’t know she exists, her mother killed herself when Yukina was young (kind of implying that Yukina wasn’t worth living for), and her entire community treats her like a freak. She’s an orphan, raised (at best) by her mother’s ex-best friend who’s crippled with guilt. Every Ice Maiden in the village is afraid she’ll turn out just like her mother (who’s crime, as far as we know, is being curious about other cultures – which Yukina is – and having an open heart – which Yukina does… Also sex, but that’s not conducive to my point). I’d be shocked if she didn’t develop some kind of complex about “proper behavior”. The Yukina we see in the show is polite and demure and easy to deal with – She’s even kind, forgiving, and unobtrusive about the fact that she was kidnapped and tortured ruthlessly for years. She’s helpful and sweet every single second that she’s on screen, because she feels like that’s the only way she can be accepted. She also has never been loved unconditionally. No living person has ever treated her with care or affection unless she buried her feelings deep down and behaved like an ice maiden should. And even then, the affection she received wasn’t really affection so much as her elders reluctantly acknowledging her self-control.

Then they meet and everything changes. Suddenly, Yukina’s “emotional outbursts” become something her brother loves about her. She gets angry, snapping as someone loudly and in public, but before that shame can even sink in, Hiei is laughing. If she can’t hold back her tears, Hiei nervously wraps his arms around her in the best approximation of a hug he can give. And Hiei’s “signs of weakness” become something he can connect to his sister with. He wakes from a nightmare, gasping in fear, and instead of being beaten for waking everyone up he receives a hug and reassurance. When he feels like a failure after losing a fight, his sister is there to comfort him.

A Hiei with the love of his sister isn’t as volatile as the Hiei we see. When someone insults or threatens him, he’s not defensive. Because sure, maybe he’s never played rock-paper-scissors, but his sister loves him exactly the way he is so fuck you. A Yukina with the love of her brother is much more wild than the Yukina we see. She’s not afraid to react with fierceness or anger or tears, because she knows her brother will do anything he can to rectify the situation – and he would never judge her for her feelings.

They meet Team Urameshi because Yukina is curious about the human world and Hiei takes her there because he’s powerless in the face of his sister saying “Please”.

Listen, all I want is for Hiei to know he is safe and loved (which Yukina would constantly remind him of) and for Yukina to know that she’s so valid and unbelievably loved (which Hiei would never let her forget). Please.

#Yu yu hakusho #Yyh #Yukina #Hiei #Sibling Bonding

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askzworld · 11 months

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hugs with love

made this while our precious innie is sick :(! sick!jeongin x reader. implied relationship, pet names like babe, love, beautiful, etc. MENTIONS OF VOMITING, FOOD, AND CRYING

my beautiful boy: babe..when will you be off work :(

you: soon my love..is everything okay?

my beautiful boy: im just…

my beautiful boy: feeling a bit bad..

you: bad in what way, baby?

my beautiful boy: like sick.. nvm ill get over it.. its probably js comeback nerves..

you: ill be home in about 10-20, do you need/want anything while im out my baby?

my beautiful boy: im okay rn

my beautiful boy: i just want to see your beautiful face

my beautiful boy: i feel like im gonna vomit

you: okay im coming my love. i can work at home for the next few days..

my beautiful boy: ill see you when you get home

you: see you soon baby

jeongins texts made me concerned..very concerned. have the boys not noticed that he’s sick? i sighed and stood up from my desk, running my hand through my hair nervously as i walked out of my office. “you good?” my co worker asked me as she filled her cup up with coffee in the break room, the open door allowing her to see me.

“yeah.. i need to go home early.. it’s an emergency.” “a bad one?” “depends.. i might not be back for a few days though.” i grabbed my coat off the rack where we kept them all, slipping it on and brushing down my work skirt afterwards. “text me if you need me to cover anything, k?” she said placing a hand on my shoulder. “thank you” i smiled and walked back into my office to grab my bag and other belongings.

“miss y/n?” i turned my head to see my boss. “mr. choi! ah- i was just about to come talk to you-“ “ms. kang already spoke to me.. take a few days off. you may work from home if you’d like, but it will be excused if you don’t.” he cut the conversation short by handing me an envelope. “thank you sir, but whats this?” “your paycheck.. and a bit more. you’ve been helping the company so much lately, that’s why im letting you off easily.” he smiled and gave me a pat on the shoulder. “thank you so much, ill come back and work harder” i said with a bow as he nodded. “take care y/n.” “you too sir.”

after my conversation with my boss, i rushed out the building, trying not to trip over myself in my heels. “damn this work dress code.” i whispered to myself as i pulled out my keys from my coat pocket. i pulled off my heels as i sat at front of the wheel. starting the car as i sighed nervously before pulling out my phone to plug in the aux, playing the playlist jeongin made me while we were first talking.

i stopped at the place that jeongin and me always go to on cold evenings after my shifts if we have time. i pulled on some extra sneakers that were in my car over my socked feet and headed inside. i was greeted by a warm essence, surprised by the lack of people. “Hello, what can I get for you?” The young girl at the counter smiled at me. I asked her for 2 bowls of seaweed soup, just in case he wanted more than 1, and a few bowls of rice and tteokbbokki for to go.

she gave me a nod and headed to to the back to tell the cooks. i sat down at the nearest table and bounced my leg as i answered a few work emails on my phone. the young girl who was at the counter gave me a bag with my order inside. “have a good day.” She bowed as i returned it. “you as well.” i smiled as i walked out the door with the bag. getting into the car i texted Jeongin

you: ill be home in about 5 mins love

my beautiful boy: i cant wait to see you :(

i pulled up to the dorms and said hello to the girl at the front desk. “here to see jeongin im guessing?” she asked typing in the computer before looking up with a smile. “yes.. the poor boy is sick so i thought id come bring him some soup.” “what a sweet young girl you are.. tell us if he’s feeling any better when you come back down, will you?” “yes ma’am.” “thank you sweetheart.” i smiled and sent her a bow as i rushed to the elevator. pressing the 3rd floor button, i rocked on my heels as it went up.

i walked down the corridor and found their dorm and knocked. “oh.. y/n! you’re here!” Felix said welcoming me warmly. “hi lix, i brought some soup and rice for innie.. he asked me to come over.” Felix moved out of the way so i could step inside and i kicked off my shoes at the door. “the boy has been crying for you all day.” “really? like actually crying? oh god i should have gotten off work earlier.” i started to panic, placing the bowls of soup on the table and Felix grabbed the rice. “don’t worry yn.. he woke up and threw up this morning and iv been watching after him since..” i sighed, still worried. “thanks lixie”

Seungmin then walked out of the bathroom. “hey yn.” “hi seungmin, you okay? you seem a bit tired.” “yeah.. iv been trying to get jeongin to take medicine but he wouldn’t let me get near him, he said he only wanted you.” “yeah.. he woke up from a nap and has been whining to see you ever since.” Felix laughed as he popped the rice container open. “where’s min?” “he went out to get some medicine with Chan hyung.” “i see.. im going to go see innie now. feel free to eat the rice and tteokbbokki, I bought it for you guys.”

Seungmin and Felix smiled at me softly. “thanks yn.. feel free to spend the night, you can stay in my room if you want.” Felix picked up a bowl of rice and some tteokbbokki. “Thank you for the food yn, I’ll eat well~” Seungmin replied with a satisfied smile. I smiled back to him as he picked up his helpings of food. “I’ll think about it, thank you Felix.”

i grabbed one bowls of soup and walked into his room, opening the door slowly. “innie?” i said softly as i walked in, seeing him curled up into a ball in his bed with a blanket thrown over him and a fan blowing on his face. “yn?” he mumbled, lifting his head up. “hi beautiful..” he smiled weakly beyond seeing me walk up to his bed. “hi baby..” I said sitting on the edge of his bed and brushing his hair away from his forehead to give it a kiss. it definitely felt warm- no not warm- hot.

I frowned upon feeling the heat of his forehead. “Honey youre burning up- gosh.. tell me your symptoms..” I sighed and continued to brush my hands through his hair. “Well I’m always in a cold sweat..” he sighed and groaned, rubbing his fingers on his temple. “A migraine.. and iv been vomiting and coughing..” i sighed out and sat completely on his bed with him, laying his head into my lap. “Baby I’m so sorry..” “don’t be.. it not-“ he was interrupted by a cough. I rubbed his back as he coughed into his elbow.

He curled his body into my side as he sighed. “It’s not your fault..” his voice was hoarse and he laid his head into my chest. “I brought you some soup.. if you want any.” “I dunno.. I might just throw it up.. iv been drinking water but everytime I try to eat, it makes me was to puke.” I turned to my side and scooted myself down a little to be face to face with him. “You’re going to get sick.” “I don’t care.. i want to be with you, you need to be taken care of.” I cupped his face and gave him a few kisses to the cheek and his temple.

His smile lifted a little and he scooted closer to me, if it was humanly possible. I hugged his shoulders as he let out a sigh. “I didn’t know I could miss you so much..” he whispered softly against my clothed shoulder. “ we saw each other this morning..” “it felt like an eternity.” “You’re much more clingy when your sleepy, you know that?” I brushed his hair back again and he laughed weakly. “I just love you so much.. i feel like I’ll only feel better if you’re with me.. hugging me, kissing me, touching me.” He whispered, nuzzling into my neck, pressing a soft kiss onto it.

“I’ll stay for as long as you need me.. you wont have to worry about doing anything by yourself.” “What about work?” “My boss let me have a few days off..” “but-“ “No but’s, you don’t have to worry about anything other than getting better.” He let out a defeated sigh and nodded against my neck. I felt his eyelashes brush against my skin, i could tell they were fluttering open and closed. “You okay?” I asked quietly. “yeah.. ‘m just a bit tired..” he answered almost inaudible.

“go to sleep innie. ill be here when you wake up.” “promise?” He flashed a soft look to me through his eyelashes. “promise.” I kissed both of his cheeks and then placed one last kiss on the side of his lips. “I love you y/n, more than anything.” he whispered and the last of his sentence trailed off as he fell into a much needed slumber. “I love you too innie..more than life it’s self.” i sighed and hugged him to me closer.

#stray kids #skz scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids x y/n #skz #stray kids scenarios #yang jeongin

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