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rinhaler · 5 months

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hii!! i just read your jjk fics/drabbles and im literally in lovee ❤️_❤️ i was wondering if you could write barou or ryusei from bl with a crybaby/bratty virgin sister .. and they non con her into behaving !!

I LOVE Barou and as badly as I want to write him one day, I'm picking Ryusei this time. I feel like Barou drinks his respects women juice so I can't imagine him doing this 😭😭 Ryusei however...

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, noncon, reader is drunk, step/incest (not specified), praise, petnames (baby), readers pussy described as chubby :3, fingering, clit rubbing, vaginal sex, creampie.

words: 1.1k

“Who are you trying to impress?” Ryusei asks, looking you up and down as you prepare to leave your bedroom. Your friend is waiting for you, she’s taking you to meet up with your other friends so you can go and see a movie together. You tell him as much, though he looks at you sceptically.

You aren’t about to tell him there might be guys there, too.

“Change your skirt.” he commands, tugging it down. He’s a little taken aback when he feels you slap his hand away. He doesn’t comment on it though. “I don’t like this, either.” he tells you as he tugs at your tube top.

“Why not? It’s cute!” you tell him, moving away from him to check yourself out in the mirror again. It’s simple, white, with a pair of cherries embroidered in the centre.

“I can see your nipples.” he informs you, tugging it down until your tits bounce free.

“Hey!” you yelp, pulling it back up and protecting your modesty once again. You flush with heat, feeling nothing but shame and embarrassment knowing that your brother has now seen you, however briefly, in such an indecent state.

“Why are you being shy, now?” he asks. “I can still see ‘em poking through. Y’don’t care about guys seeing you like this?” he wonders. And you shake your head. “Get changed.”

“No!” you argue. “Leave me alone, my friends’re waiting for me!”

You barge by him and rush out of your room. He doesn’t get a chance to argue with you anymore before you’ve already ran down the stairs and out of the door to the safety of your friends car. He watches the two of you drive away, a glimmer of malice in his eye.

When you return home late, and drunk, he can’t say he’s surprised. He knew you were downplaying what your plans actually were. Getting hammered under the guise of a movie. Maybe the day started that way, maybe you didn’t know what was going to follow afterwards.

But he knew you’d be home late, especially in a little outfit like that.

“Who did you fuck?” he asks, coldly, switching on the pink, fuzzy lamp on your side table like a camp supervillain. It scares you, so much so that you jump at the sound of his voice booming throughout the room. Your heart is too busy pounding to notice how hard he’s trying to conceal the smirk on his face.

“Move, Ryu.” you groan, pushing him on your bed so that you can get under the duvet beside him. “’m drunk ‘n tired.”

He grabs the lower half of your face and forces you to look at him. Your heart beats rapidly as you see anger flame behind pretty pink hues. You’ve never seen him like this before. Not with you, anyway.

“I asked you a question.” he reminds you, his forehead presses against yours as he waits for you to answer. You aren’t sure what he wants you to say. You didn’t fuck anyone. But you worry he’ll take your answer as nought but a lie.

“R-Ryusei…” you whimper. “’m a virgin.” you confess, that very same feeling of humiliation washing over you that you had felt earlier in the day. You aren’t sure why your virgin status makes you feel so ashamed. Maybe because you know you’re the only one of your friends who hasn’t done it yet. Maybe it’s because you know Ryusei fucks a lot, you’ve met countless one night stands he’s brought home after hours that you can’t help but feel sorry for.

Instead of ridiculing you, though, he groans in satisfaction. His eyes roll back into his head as your words replay in your head.

“Good girl,” he praises you. Your eyes widen as he captures your lips with his own and he kisses you deeply. “You’re still mine.”

“W-What…” you trip over your words. “What are you doing?”

“Baby, today was too close a call,” he whispers, kissing you again. “Almost lost you today ‘cause you wouldn’t fucking listen to me.” he continues, his hand travels down your sternum and cups your chubby cunt. Delight fills him as he feels how divinely sticky your panties are.

He moves them aside, wasting no time plunging his fingers into your tight heat. You hiss, you sob as you feel his thick, heavy fingers stretch your virgin hole open for the first time.

“Ryu, s-stop!” you cry, “You’re my brother! ‘n it h-hurts…” you whimper, but he doesn’t care.

You wince as he continues pummelling his fingers into your aching hole, slow and deep. His. He watches you throw your head back in ecstasy as he stimulates your clit with his thumb. He feels him self growing harder and harder, watching you wrestle with the guilt of enjoying the touch of your big brother.

“Ryusei, p-please, stop…” you beg, but he won’t listen.

“You don’t mean that.” he tells you. He’s your big brother, he knows best. And better still, he knows what he wants. How can he expect you to behave and listen to him if he stops now. He pulls his hand away from your slippery flesh, tasting them briefly before shoving his fingers into your mouth. You dare not argue as he looks at you with a determination you only see when you attend his football games. So you suck, beautifully. “Good girl… wanna know something?”

You nod, humming sweetly as you continue to suck and lick his fingers clean.

“Don’t care if it hurts… don’t care if you don’t want it.” he warns you, spreading your legs apart as he climbs in between them. He lines his cock up with your twitching hole, teasing your entrance with his tip. He pushes in and out, softly, barely pressing in at all before he finishes talking. “Your little cunt needs to know who she belongs too.”

And with that, he bullies his cock into you. All of the way to the hilt until he’s snuggled inside of your warm wet walls. He holds your face and doesn’t let you look away as he destroys your virgin cunt. His thick cock batters against your sweet spot repeatedly and he can’t allow you to look away from what he’s doing to you.

Despite your whining, despite your protests.

He wants to see how your face contorts as you’re despoiled by your big brother.

You hate how he rubs your clit so exquisitely, so celestially, while he jackhammers his length into you. He cums with a strained moan and you hate that he somehow forces you to do the same.

Your once pure slot now wholly impure, stained with your elder brother’s sperm as he ejaculates rope after rope into your tremoring walls. And despite being so rough, so uncaring, he gifts you with a romantic, soft kiss.

“Don’t defy me again,” he warns you. “You’re not a virgin anymore, I’ll be rougher with you next time.”

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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bucky barnes x reader. masterlist.

part 1 — part 2 (soon)

a / n. this is a series of 15 mini-drabbles to celebrate the 500 followers' milestone, based on one word for each story. this first part contains 8, and the next one contains 7. it was supposed to be posted one story per day, but by that way, it'd take me to last an eternity to post other works / requests.

words. 1.533.

warning, tags. none, just a bunch of fluffy and cute situations with bucky.

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necklace;

It was the first time since you started to date that Bucky had to leave for a mission. Neither of the two of you knew when he'd be back, and that got you worried than ever. You were conscious of what he did for a living when you met him, but you couldn't help but feel scared. Next to the front door of your apartment, Bucky left his backpack on the floor, leaning to cup your cheeks on his palms and kiss your lips tortuously slow.

“I'll be okay, (Y/N)”. He murmured keeping his eyes closed.

“You better”.

Your hidden threat made him giggle. The soldier felt goosebumps bristling his skin as your fingertips toured his neck blindly, just to put in place the chain of his necklace. But soon, Bucky stopped your moves to take it off from him and place his dog tags on you.

“I'll come back for them”. He promised, fixing his pale blue orbs on yours, holding your hands to bring them to his lips and place fond kisses on every knuckle of both. “I love you, don' forget it, okay?”

“I won't... How could I, Buck?”

eclipsed;

Bucky was sweating, still not believing he was about to get married to the love of his life. He was on the altar, waiting for you and surrounded by all of your friends in common. Steve had had to help him with a panic attack he had suffered while dressing up, thinking that maybe you could change your opinion at the last moment. He couldn't blame you. But all those doubts vanished at the second you crossed the huge, heavy doors of the church. Your beauty eclipsed him, wearing a white lace wedding dress and seeming like you floated over the floor. Just like an angel.

His heart jumped. His oceanic eyes got covered in tears. A giggle escaped his lips, stretching a hand towards you, still praying it's not a dream. And you noticed the tension and the nervousness running his veins, leaning forward to kiss his cheek with all the love you felt for your future husband.

“Can't wait to say yes”. You whispered into his ear, causing Bucky to lace his arms around you and embrace you tight and tenderly. “I love you, James, from now and forever”.

sunset;

After his most recent nightmare and walking all grumpy from one side of another around your house, you decided to cheer him up only like you can do. With reluctance, you managed to get him out of your apartment and drag him to your car. Bucky was like a child, cross-armed, lips puckered and frowning annoyed. He tried to hide the fact that he had another nightmare to not worry you, but you weren't stupid.

Thinking that glimpsing the beach throughout the large front window would make him feel happier, your boyfriend just reclined himself on the seat, causing you to roll your eyes. That mood changed as soon as Bucky was sitting on the sand, between your legs, tho. His back was resting against your chest and his neck was wrapped by one of your arms, watching fascinated the sunset on the horizon. He wouldn't recognize it, but he felt much better hearing the waves crashing into the shore, while you stroked his scalp tenderly using the tip of your nails.

“You're welcome, grumpy mummy”.

clingy;

You didn't want to drink, but Sam and Sarah wanted to celebrate that the family business was picking up. On another occasion, you wouldn't mind, but Bucky was there. So, when everything started to spin around, you lead your clumsy steps to the edge of the harbor, having a sit there and let the soft breeze help you.

“Stop”. You heard from behind.

“Uh?”

“You're stealing my antisocial personality”. Bucky chuckled, taking a seat by your side. “What's up? Why are you here all alone?”

“Truth or lie?” You asked tilting your head towards him, raising both eyebrows.

“Truth”. He scoffed as if it wasn't obvious.

“I'm too clingy when I'm drunk”.

“Can't see the problem there”.

You chuckled, shaking your head inevitably, causing him to pucker his lips with a funny grimace.

“What?”

“Tru—”.

“Truth”.

“I've been all night wanting to rub your beard”.

Bucky exploded in loud laughter, not believing your words until you put your hands on his jawline. “God... It's so soft”.

His laughs increased, causing you to burn in shame. “No more drinks for you, ma'am...”

But the fact was that he turned to you, so it could be easy to caress his face.

safe;

Bucky was deadly tired on the sofa, warmly cuddled between your arms. A while ago, he stopped to pay attention to the movie, turning his back to the TV to hide his exhausted expression on your chest. You placed the cozy blanket over your bodies, making sure it covered both of you, being aware that tonight you'd sleep there. You felt sorry just at the thought of waking him up, seeing him peacefully breathing and his face more relaxed than the last few days.

Shutting off the TV and stretching an arm above your head, you turned off the small lamp on the auxiliary table close to the sofa, before getting comfier by Bucky's side. Your boyfriend purred delighted, still sleepy, as your fingers got tangled on his hair and started to scratch his scalp slowly, urging you somehow to place a leg over his waist, so he could settle between both a little more closely.

“Feel better?”

“I feel safe”. He replied in a low breath, to exhale the sweet scent concentrated on your neck.

“You're safe, James. You're at home”. Your calmed tone made him sigh, snuggling you strongly.

stay;

You snapped awake because of some knocks on the front door. Tossing the sheets to a side of the bed, you grabbed the gun under your pillow. It was stupidity. If somebody wanted to kill you, that would be the last thing they'd do: knock the door. You walked slowly, step by step, through the main hallway aiming to the door, more than ready to shoot your assailant.

“It's... Bucky”. You heard from the other side.

Sighing in relief and closing your eyes for a split second, you left the weapon on the dinner table in the living room. Not doubting on opening the door, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when you noticed the reddened mark around his left eye and cheek.

“Can I, uh... stay tonight with you?” Bucky inquired, licking his upper lip ashamed, bowing his eyes down to his boots covered in dust.

“C'mon, Sergeant”. You invited him to walk in, using such a sweet tone, while holding his cold hand.

He looked like shit but felt much better when his arms got wrapped around your waist and middle-back, hiding his face into your neck. Kicking the door shut, you embraced him tighter to your body.

notebook;

You were lying on the opposite side to Bucky on the sofa, but keeping your legs tangled. It was a rainy evening with nothing to do and you decided to start to read the book you bought last week. Your boyfriend was silently doing something in a notebook. Maybe writing memories, maybe doodling, you didn't know. But the third time you caught him staring at you, you had to ask.

“What?”

“Uh... nothing”. He whispered focused on the paper in front of his eyes.

“Whaaat?” You kicked his right leg with your bare foot causing him to chuckle.

“Nothing!” Bucky replied using the same playfully tone of voice.

Putting the book on the coffee table, you sat up to lie on top of him, cuddling between his legs and resting your head on his chest. Glancing to the sketch of yourself he was drawing, you raised your heart-eyes to his. It was such a piece of art. The drawing and Bucky. Both.

“I learned in Romania. It kept me sane sometimes”. He confessed, leaning to place a kiss on your forehead. “I want to remember you forever”.

marshmallow;

“Truth or dare?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, leaning on the table just like you did, challenging him. He was trying to read your mind to figure out which were your intentions.

“Dare”. He answered firmly.

“Put twenty marshmallows in your mouth”.

The soldier stared at you in silence, watching him lick his inner cheek and push it with the tip of his tongue. He nodded his head then, grabbing the plastic bag without losing eye contact, to start to place —one by one— the sweets into his mouth. In less than thirty seconds, he looked like a squirrel with his cheek swollen. Bucky squinted at you again, triumphant.

“Hold on, I need to capture this moment”. You laughed, catching your phone to take a picture.

When the flash went off, he spitted a marshmallow like a shotgun. And you couldn't help but laugh.

“C'mon, Bu—”.

You didn't finish the sentence, being hit by another marshmallow slightly wet because of his saliva. Your grimace turned into a funny disgust, grabbing it back to throw it to his face.

“You're like a five years old in a body fos— STOP!” You ended up giggling as he spitted you the third one.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ MIEMBRO DE HONOR ❜

Headcanon of ‘Miembro de Honor’.

with the Mayans MC.

Request: Hello! I really liked the imagine about the teenager who broke into the clubhouse! Could you do an imagine or a short drabble about what happened right after she got gaught or something else related to that imagine? thank you!

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.4k.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author, I found it on google.

Masterlist.

The next morning when you woke up wearing clothes that weren't yours, you had to take some minutes to remember what happened. And when you found it out, the fear began to run through your veins, starting to shake when you heard some voices coming closer.

After ten minutes encouraging yourself, you went out of the room barefoot and walking with dubious steps until you found the men that caught you last night.

“I prepared you a coffee”. The one who called himself ‘el presidente’ got up from his chair, offering you a mug. “It will suit you, kid. We have to talk”.

Holding it, you followed him to another room passing away the other men. Entering into it, you left your gaze travel around. Some couches, a metallic locker, a big table and a lot of chairs. The man sat on the front, pointing to the closer one where you were supposed to have a seat.

“Please, don't kill me”. You said with a trembling voice, obeying without complaints.

“I'm not going to kill you. Neither my men”.

After he explained that they wanted to take care of you, you tried to breathe calmed. But you didn't trust them. Even less when they prohibited you to get out of the clubhouse.

They bought you everything you asked for. Clothes, books, a phone.

It only took you one week to start to talk with them. Some words. Some phrases. You began to see that they were good people in the wrong place, exactly as you were. Renegades.

Angel and Coco were always around you, having some fun, teasing you to make you laugh. They were the one who makes you easy to trust in the rest. They were like children, jumping from one side to another. They used to steal a piece of your food, dishevel you, push your stick while playing pool… But they also comforted you whenever you felt alone, questioning your existence in the middle of the night.

“What's up, mami?” Coco asked sitting by your side over the picnic table.

“Hold it, and don't tell Bish we gave you a beer”. The Reyes cleaned your tears as soon as his hands were empty.

“I just… was thinking about my family and all that shit… you know”.

“Foc them, mami!” Coco replied surrounding your shoulders with an arm.

“We're your older brothers now. And that's cool. I always wanted a sister to fuck up those bitches that don't let me live in peace, when we're having a party here”.

“Of course, 'cause they all want to fuck you”.

“Exactly. Your main task as my younger sister is to scare them away”. Angel sang pinching your cheeks.

“Stop!” Finally, he made you laugh again.

“And with me, you' main task is keep me happy befo' I start with another of my paranoias. So, I need ya happy too”.

Creeper and Gilly were the opposite. While Angel and Coco were trying to make you laugh, they were the one who were teasing you the whole time. To make you ‘stronger mentally’.

“Are you crying again?”

“You don't do anything else?”

“You're not gonna solve anything crying, mami”.

“Yeah, and you look fuckin' horrible”.

“You two are fucking assholes!”

You tried to punch Gilly on the chest, but he was faster, holding your arms and locking the kicks by a leg raised.

“That's it, mami! Fight!” Creeper cheered, while you kept trying.

“Fight against your problems, little sister, and don't give up”. The bigger one said, loosening the grip to hug you. “We're not gonna stop until you keep it in mind, babe”.

Tranq was a little reticent to the idea of having you there, not knowing if you were telling them the truth or if you were lying. But he started to change his point of view when he found you trying to fix up a bloody cut in your hand.

“The hell happened, kid?” He asked worriedly, grabbing the cotton to clean the blood before wrapping it with a gaze before bandaging your hand.

“I heard you were… hungry”. You complained because of the pain, putting the hand on your chest held by the other. Ashamed, you were unable to look at him. “I was cutting some bread to make you a sandwich…”

“Thanks, but I'm not into cannibalism”.

His words made you laugh, helping you to stand up from the toilet with an arm on your waist.

“Let's see what you were doing, kid…”

Taza and Riz used to ignore you. Sounds rude, but they didn't trust you. A kid from the street? Who knows if someone hired you to talk about what was happening inside the clubhouse. And this feeling increased because you used to spend a lot of time looking at them. But what they didn't notice was the fact that you used to do it in a concrete moment of the day.

“You don't have anything more interesting to do?” Riz asked you, getting up from the floor and shaking his clothes walking towards you. Taza followed him cross-armed with an eyebrow raised over the sunglasses.

“I don't think so”.

“Why don't you go to fuck off with the prospect, ah?” The apache spoke then, stopping some meters from you.

“I want to learn how to change a tire”.

The men looked at each other a little confused.

“I already learned to change the oil”. You said having a sip by the straw on your milkshake, Tranq's courtesy. But they seemed lost yet. “Yesterday. Yesterday morning. When you were in the scrap yard”.

“That is… what you do?”

“Learn about motorbikes? Yes. You're very good at it, and I like it”.

“Okay…” Riz turned at his friend, shrugging his shoulders, before offering you a hand. “Come here”.

“Really?”

“Yes, kid, come with us. We will teach you”.

With Bishop was easy too. He accepted you from the first moment. It was his idea at the end. You used to spend a lot of time with him, hearing about his travels and his life. He taught you to fight and to shoot, as a father was supposed to do. He also slept the first week in the clubhouse, in case that you needed anything. Like this night he had to take you to the hospital.

“Hey, what's wrong?”

He was inside the Templo, drinking a beer and smoking when you came in crying slightly. For some reason your head hurt so bad and you vomited twice. The man walked towards you, having a look of your face before placing his hands on your shoulders.

“You don't feel good, ah?”

“I have a horrible headache”. You just said between some sobs.

“Okay, let's see a doctor”.

“I don't have health insurance”.

“Don't worry about it. Take a jacket, I will find a helmet for you”.

After some long hours in the Emergencies, and a strong painkiller, he brought you back to the clubhouse carrying you on his arms. You were falling asleep since you left the hospital and he didn't care about taking you to bed. Bishop also took off your sneakers and tucked you under the sheets, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“Do you feel better?”

“Mm…” You mumbled nodding with closed eyes.

“I'll be close if you need anything, okay?” The man hesitated for a second, leaning forward over you, to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Rest, querida”.

“Bish”.

“Yes?”

“Thank you”. You muttered before falling asleep.

For the first time in months, Bishop smiled, caressing your cheek slowly to make sure you were out of the real world.

They gave you the opportunity to come back to school, and study the necessary to go to the university. You didn't have any trouble. You put all your efforts on passing every test, and every night studying. EZ helped you to plan every single minute, to take advantage of the maximum possible time.

And they used to visit you every two weeks in San Diego, when you were accepted to study Medicine, in general terms.

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brimbrimbrimbrim · 7 years

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hey sorry to bother you but I'm really down in the dumps tonight. my father has always been a heavy drinker and just emotionally abusive, but for the first time tonight he crossed the line. All over a stupid mistake he made over bursting a water pipe that didn't need to be messed with but he did anyway. so it's my fault I guess. I'm super depressed and lonely, was wondering if you could whip up a short Lucas comfort drabble? I just adore how you write him and need some happiness tonight

I’m so sorry to hear about your troubles, Anon. I can relate to that sort of thing all too well. It’ll get better, I assure you, but in the meantime, I tried to get this out for you before I passed out for the night. Hope it makes you feel a little less shitty.

It was a last minute decision, and you were desperate - who else was there to call? Not Zoe…not your family…no one. Who else wouldn’t give a shit enough to try and fix your problems? There was no fixing them, not really. Zoe would just worry and come over with her fists flying. You just needed someone to unload on and maybe watch a shitty movie with - someone that wouldn’t go apeshit over it all, and he was the only person in this town you could think of to call. Hell, if he’d even bother coming to get you.

When you text Lucas Baker, it’s a short second later when he responds. You’re so astonished he’d text back, let alone so quickly that at first, you think it’s someone else, but it’s not.

‘b there in 10.’

Your heart flips a little, and you’re mildly ashamed but it’s the first kindness you’ve gotten all day, and it means more than he’d ever know. You didn’t think he’d…he wasn’t- it was nearly eleven at night, and he was already coming for you - to get you, coming to get you…

‘thank you.’ You send back, looking at the text and thinking you should say more, but after a minute of mulling it over you decide he could be driving…you shouldn’t text him now. Just wait and…you catch sight of yourself in the mirror; red-eyed and frizzy hair. Immediately, you hunt down a hair brush and a bag of peas for your swollen eyes.

Two minutes later, your phone dings as you’re halfway into an oversized sweater, trying to look presentable for when Lucas showed up to carry you away. You glance over with your arms still trapped in the burly cotton, squinting at the bright screen and feel a fragile smile tug at the corner of your mouth - the first for what seems like forever.

‘u hungry?’

Quickly, you stuff your arms through the sleeves and pluck up your phone, holding it nearly to your nose and read it again. No, you’re not, but the offer of food is enough to make your fingers slide over your phone, sending a quick text back.

‘sure. surprise me?’

Those little three dots that show up on his end make your heart flutter. You think, for a second, that it’s a little pathetic to get all worked up over something that seems so mundane but this is Lucas Baker, and he hates everyone, and yet despite his loathing for humankind he’s on his way to kidnap you from all this bullshit and - and! he cared enough to think about if you wanted a burger or not. It almost makes your eyes water, but as you set down the phone a smile breaks loose instead of tears.

In your hands your phone vibrates - ‘already got a bag of burgers and fries. omw.’

He wasn’t exaggerating either. From the time stamp on his first text, to when you hear his tires squealing up the driveway, it’s been only nine minutes. You’re out the door and padding down the sidewalk as soon as his headlights beam up through the windows in the living room. In your pocket, your phone dings again as if he’d just texted you, but you’re already opening the passenger door and sliding into the Caddy. It’s warm inside, and it smells of fast food and cheap cologne. You have a sudden, comical visual of Lucas furiously sniffing his clothes after first texting you, spritzing something old and shoddy on himself in a hurry to get to you, not wanting to smell…however, he thought he stunk.

It’s flattering, and it’s sweet, but you wish he smelt like himself right now.

“Hey,” you say, giving him a watery smile.

His response is as you’d have expected before texting him - that sour, bored expression makes you deflate slightly, but he shoves his hand in a brown paper bag and thrusts a burger into your lap. His knuckles brush your thigh through the denim and for a second you both pause, inhaling loudly.

The drive back to the Baker’s is quiet; filled only with the sounds of the half-muted radio and your joined munching of fries and greasy burgers. ‘It’s comfort food,’ he told you when you managed a giggle at all the burgers he’d bought. As you eat and relax into the warmth of his car, it makes sense how quickly he got to you - he speeds, and the little home-made police radar on his dash only beeps once before your safe away from your house and all the bullshit that lingers.

For some reason, you think he’s going to walk you to Zoe’s trailer, but he tugs at your wrist in the backyard, and you follow doe-eyed as he leads you both to the barn. If he thinks of himself as your knight in shining armor, he doesn’t act the part. He’s got the rest of the burgers in his other arm as if he’s got any room for the remaining four after already shouldering three in his mouth on the car ride over and with every stolen glance he just looks frustrated and unhappy.

“I-” you start, but Lucas turns to you as the metal door clicks open.

He glares, “You don’t gotta explain anythin’ tah me. Talk shit to me if ya want, but don’ feel like you need to. Not gonna judge you - no fuckin way am I gonna do that to you.” He says it with such a serious passion you feel floored for a long winded moment. It means so much to hear that - so much that it’s hard to put into words, so you don’t. Instead of running your mouth like you want to, when it will do no good, you just bite your lower lip and nod, following him into his room. You’ve been in his ‘apartment’ with Zoe before, but it’s changed since the last time. For one thing, it’s clean.

You think about getting down on your hands and knees because you can bet money he’s shoved all the shit on his floor under it before coming to pick you up.

Once again you are flattered.

The very fact that Lucas would think to pick up before bringing you over makes your stomach flip. He’s always had a little crush on you. Zoe told you once over drinks, and it’s been hard to not think about him like that when you’re lonely. Despite it all, especially considering the little niceties he’s done tonight, you think he’d make a good boyfriend. Maybe…

“So!” He blurts suddenly, down on the floor, immediately rifling through a stack of VHS tapes. No Netflix then, which suits you just fine. This is a night for escaping, not necessarily for creature comforts.

As Lucas divides up the potential movies, you feel the weight of the day sinking into your bones; those burgers sinking into your belly pleasantly and with a great sigh you relax into the well-worn couch. Lucas grumbles, tossing tapes across the floor, deeming most of them unworthy until he holds up two bare cassettes - a defined brow arching up in question. Maybe you’re emotionally hungover, but you see him staring at you and think he looks cute like this…

Your eyes are still sore and fuzzy from the tears earlier, so you have to lean in to read the painted labels, so close you can finally smell him underneath the cologne.

“Whichever one you want. I’m not picky,” you tell him, but Lucas frowns, grinding his teeth.

“Nah, we ain’t gonna play that game. It’s what you wanna watch or nuthin’.”

You feel your cheeks warm as he gazes at you - those angular features poised for an answer. With a little, delicate laugh, you point to the right, deciding it wouldn’t be hard to fall asleep to when you finally crash. Soon you’ll have digested the burgers. The couch, being so soft, will have removed the rest of your energy and to your recollection, ‘The Shining’ doesn’t have any turbulent moments that’ll wake you up.

The look on Lucas’ face says you picked his favorite and it shouldn’t, but it most certainly does make your chest feel lighter than air.

It isn’t until a quarter way through the movie that you pat the empty couch with an open expression, watching him eye the open spot with caution.

“I won’t bite,” you tell him.

It might be your imagination, but you think you hear him mumble 'but I might’ before getting up to sit carefully beside you. You’re so close to him now that you can feel the barely there touch of his baggy pants against your jeans. The contact is really a pressure at all, more like a perception of touch but it makes you feel safe - not alone as you had been before.

Without thinking things through, you turn towards him.

He knows your looking - there’s no way he doesn’t. You can see the way his glassy, bulging eyes slide around as if trying to see you out of his peripherals but he doesn’t look at you, just sweats there and swallows as he pretends to watch the TV. You’re tired, and it’s been a day of dreadful flashes and raw feelings, but looking at him makes you feel peace for the first time in awhile…a long while, more than just today. Taking a deep breath, steeling yourself for rejection, you reach over and rest your hand over his over. His hand is a bit cold, larger than yours by half and bony, but it twitches underneath your palm, and that sends a little shiver down your spine.

He literally, unequivocally gasps - it’s such an unfamiliar sound coming from him that it makes you feel bold and suddenly you’re sliding into him, wrapping an arm around his thin chest and sinking into his side. You’re too shocked by your own boldness to be shocked by his as he slips his arm from between you both to wrap around your back, dragging you even closer. Never would you have thought - not in a million years - that Lucas would hug you…

It’s not just a hug, though. Lucas’ fingers tug around the excess of your sweater, molding you into his side until you can feel the hard bulge of his ribs against your breasts, but being this close lets you smell the real Lucas and that, coupled with his touch and the fast, steady beat of his heart lulls you into something like sleep. You teeter on edge - content to remain like this forever if you could.

As the room hums with the TV and the dim cavern of warmth is sprinkled with flickers of soft light, you ease away into darkness.

Halfway through the movie, you blink away some fog as a stroke of sensation jostles your fuzzy brain. His other hand is covering your own - a hand that’s somehow found its way into his lap. He runs a sharp, uneven thumb over your knuckles in a dangerous way that makes you realize he thinks you’re still asleep.

A minute later, you feel his head lean in. His breath tickles the top of your head as he inhales the scent of your hair, releasing a quiet almost inaudible groan at whatever it is he smells that’s so good. There, under your thick sweater, between your breasts and tucked tightly against your lungs, your heart starts to pound.

“Lucas…” you whisper without thinking. He pauses, fingers resting on your knuckles and remains nearly immobile as you shift upwards, tipping your head back to stare sleepily up at his anxious eyes.

Kiss me, you think blearily. 'Please,’ you want to say, but you don’t have to because even though Lucas looks agitated with nerves and close to running, he leans down with stirring eyes and kisses you softly. So soft, you laugh, startling him. But before he can pull away, embarrassed or upset or whatever he must feel, you tug your hands out of the warmth between the both of you and cup his jaw, running your fingers desperately around to the back of his head; lips locked.

As Lucas kisses you hopelessly, right there on his couch, during one of the worst days of your life, you realize it was never as bad as you thought. The world would keep on spinning even if it did stutter once in awhile. Lucas was there with his burgers and horror movies…with kisses and the careful scratch of his stubble that makes you grin and giggle and hold him all the tighter.

#Lucas baker #sfw #comfort #fanfic #fluffy stuff #ask #anon #request #hope this helps even if just a bit #<3

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