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buckysegan · 2 months

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With all my gratitude, hope and returned adoration - Part Two

Summary: John writes back to his friend from home and we hear from our friend across the way. John x She. Word Count: 1.2k. A/N: we are def rolling with some historical inaccuracies in regards to letters here but sue me. he deserves it. pstttt also should we name her? do you all want to send me random john prompts. my baby isn't ok and i'm not ok. Part one linked here. Part three linked here.

John was sure he wasn't sweating a normal amount as he looked down at the piece of paper that Buck had offered him. It had taken two whole days of questions from the man for Bucky to even decide that he was going to reply. He’d been offered the hope, what more could he ask of her. Could he ask more? There had been a return address on the letter which Buck had insisted was there for a reason and she had opened herself out for a reply from him but the Major couldn��t help but be unsure.

It was an odd feeling for him, before the war he hadn't been unsure of anything and since he’d been here? Well he hadn’t been sober enough to doubt anything that he had done. These days though Bucky felt like he doubted every single thing. The thing was, he wasn't sure that he could afford to doubt this, to look past the life line that had been offered to him. Not when each day he could feel his mind draw a little further toward the edge no matter how much he or Buck tried to keep it in check.

With a sigh he pulled the pen into his hand, eyes locked on the page for a moment before he began to scrawl.

Dear Friend From Home

You’re gunna have to forgive me because I ain’t going to be as good as this as you are. I’ve written so many letters this war you would think that I’d have gotten a handle on it by now but I find myself at a loss when it comes to what to say to you.

I think the first thing I got to say is thank you. I don’t know if the words I can put on paper are ever going to really tell you how much your letter meant to me. See I was a certain type of man that didn’t think much to pen pals. I figured that I’d be ok, you know, that with my boys I’d have what I needed to make it through the hard days but watching the letters for everyone else roll in has been harder than I thought it might.

There are things that I can’t tell you cause I don’t know who might read these letters, and where I am I can’t get you no picture but I can tell you that my favorite dish is a meat and potato pie, simple I know but really I’m a simple hearty kind of guy. What makes me laugh, you asked? That’s kind of simple for me too, just good company, myself sometimes, Buck, he’s my best friend, he makes me laugh a lot. What makes you laugh? I’d like to know that.

May I know where you are? I know that might be a big ask but you said I could ask anything I know and if I get out of here…we get some leave, I’d like to know where I need to ask for me leave to be. Then I can show you what I sound and look like and know that in return.

If this letter doesn’t reach you for a while, know you’ve been with me the whole time.

With all my gratitude, hope and returned adoration

Major John Egan

“What if she doesn’t get it?” He found himself questioning quietly to Buck as he handed over the letter to make it out of camp. His best friend settled him with a soft look, one that always made Bucky feel like he had some worldly knowledge the rest of them had missed out on, that assured him everything was going to be alright. “You just gotta have hope she will John, she’ll get it.”

With a huff Bucky nodded, pulling his hat on as he watched his letter vanish from his view all together. “Alright well I can’t sit here and wonder, I’m off to play baseball or something.”

The letter that Bucky had so carefully handed over changed hands many more times, some fingers as rough as the pilots, some dirtier, some softer, but the last set of fingers to slide the letter from her post box had perfectly manicured fingers. Her flicking of her post was greedy as she looked for the same thing that she had every day since she’d posted her own letter.

At first, her hopes of finding what she was looking for had been unrealistic; she knew that, it hadn’t even been long enough for her letter to be received, let alone for him to get one back to her, then the other girls at the centre, they’d gotten letters back, notes, anything. That was when she had allowed her hope to return, for a moment at least. Days without anything had turned into weeks and then weeks had turned into months. Anything could have happened, that was what she tried to tell herself, he might not have gotten her letter, he might have thought it was weird and had chosen not to reply. That thought was enough to miff her, he could have at least said thank you. When she had decided no one could be that mean, her diminishing hope had turned to worry, what if he hadn't been able to receive her letter.

Flicking through each white envelope today, she almost missed it, how she didn't know because it was clearly different from the rest of them, maybe she hadn't wanted to look. "Not…" Trailing off she flicked back to the second to last letter, her eyes taking in the scrawling of her address, her eyes checking the postage before she was taring inside. "It's here, he wrote it's here." She called through the halls to the other girls that she lived with, all of which had been holding their breath with her. "Oh god I can't read it, what if he's telling me I was weird!" She cried, thrusting the unopened letter into the hands of her eager friend.

"Don't be dramatic, he's going to be throwing down his gratitude at you being a doll, you should have attached a picture with it I told you!" Meg beamed easily back at her, the same sense of reservation missing from her actions as she tore into the letter so that it could be read to the group. "Dear Friend From Home. You’re gunna have to forgive me because I ain’t going to be as good as this as you are. I’ve written so many letters this war you would think that I’d have gotten a handle on it by now but I find myself at a loss when it comes to what to say to you." That was enough, pulling the letter from Megs hands she was quick to scramble away from the group once more, locking herself into her room as re-read the opening line herself, the tears in her eyes only welling even further as she continued.

An ache in her chest formed as she read the words once more, taking in each strike of his pen where he had corrected himself or smudge from whatever he'd had on his fingers. The state of the letter was enough to make her wonder, but at least for now, she knew her friend was ok. He was alive, and he wanted to hear more from her. It couldn't have been normal, to feel this level of emotion for a man that she had never met, but she had found herself here regardless and in the middle of so much uncertainty, she wasn't going to question the pull she felt across the way to England.

Pushing from her bed she moved to her desk, paper pulled from her stationary pot, the quicker she could post this the quicker it could get to him.

"Dear Major Egan,

I'm delighted to hear I'm with you. I hope you know, that you've been with me too…"

#john egan x reader #john egan #master of the air #mota #mota drabble #callum turner #bucky egan

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killxz · 7 months

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Kisscam! 💋

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

in which a camera keeps panning to you and jason

a/n: if you enjoyed, do leave a like or comment! :3

Amid the electrifying atmosphere of the basketball game, you and Jason were thoroughly enjoying the match. The crowd's energy was contagious as they cheered for their team, and you couldn't help but get caught up in the excitement.

However, things took an unexpected turn when the giant screens in the arena changed to the screen of the infamous "Kiss Cam" segment. The camera panned around, searching for various couples in the crowd, prompting them to share a kiss for the audience's amusement.

Suddenly, to your embarrassment, you and Jason found yourselves displayed on the Kiss Cam. Your face flushed bright red as you instinctively covered your face and let out an embarrassed whine, attempting to hide from the watchful eyes of the crowd. Jason, always one to avoid public displays of affection, emphatically shook his head in refusal, making it blatantly clear that they were not interested in participating.

The crowd's initial cheers turned into a chorus of boos as the camera lingered on you two, seemingly unimpressed by your unwillingness to engage. Despite your best efforts to avoid the situation, the Kiss Cam operator seemed to have other plans.

Throughout the game, the camera continued to target you and Jason, repeatedly zooming in on your faces and displaying your reluctance for all to see. The audience grew increasingly impatient, and you began to feel like the main attraction at a circus.

Finally, after what felt like the millionth time, Jason had had enough. He let out an exasperated shout that cut through the arena, "OH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" With that, he grabbed you by the collar, surprising both you and the crowd, and planted a firm and passionate kiss on your lips.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their disappointment instantly replaced by enthusiasm. You sat there, stunned, for what felt like an eternity, still processing what had just transpired. Jason, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed as he returned to watching the game as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

It wasn't until half an hour later that you finally broke your silence, your face still red. "I wonder why the camera kept coming back to us?" you mused, your voice tinged with confusion.

Jason, who had been watching the game, shrugged nonchalantly. "Who knows? Maybe they just really wanted to see us kiss," he replied with a mischievous grin, before turning his attention back to the game.

Unbeknownst to you two, Tim and Dick Grayson, who had been sitting nearby, discreetly slipped a hundred bucks to the cameraman responsible for the Kiss Cam. Their successful little prank had not only finally made you two kiss in public, but made it a game to remember.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #killxz #batman #fanfic #kisscam #drabbles #jason todd fluff #fluff

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barzysunflower · 2 months

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obsessed with your writing!!! I was wondering if you could do barzy w a plus size reader? smutty if possible 😍🥰

of course I can! and let’s ignore the embarrassingly long time this has taken me to answer and I’m so sorry but I do want to say that it's never my intention not to be inclusive with my fics. I try to be vague for a reason so you can imagine what you want :)

word count: 1.5k

content warning: insecurities, SMUT (18+): oral, piv

started this a while ago, but finally got to finish it hence the start of the season details at the beginning lol

After the very successful game the Islanders just won with your boyfriend Mat scoring his first goal of the season you and some of the team went to a bar afterwards to celebrate. However, neither you nor Mat could keep your hands off each other so you cut your little outing short.

Since you had no work in the morning, it wasn't a problem for you to stay over at Mat's place and spend the night doing incredibly dirty things to each other. Since the relationship was still fairly new, you still had lots of exploring to do in your sexual lives and you loved every second of it.

"Off, off, off," Mat said hurried between hot kisses, tugging at your clothes. You did the same, quickly giving up on his buttoned shirt and moving on to his pants that after a couple of minutes of fumbling finally hit the floor.

Both down to your underwear, you finally moved to the bed, Mat spreading your legs before climbing on top of you with a mischievous grin. He all but threw himself onto you attacking you with a hungry kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders pulling him even closer, sliding your hands down his back and back up to his hair while you rocked against his bulge until you were whining pathetically. You were dripping with so much arousal, you knew you were leaving a wet spot on his briefs, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Mat ripped away from the kiss to continue trailing kisses down your neck. When his teeth nipped at the spot at the base of your neck, where your pulse was thundering out of sync with the rocking of your hips, your head fell back so you were baring more of your throat to his mouth. He indulged you, his mouth suckling little love bites into your skin.

"Thank you for coming tonight," Mat rumbled as he kissed his way down to your tits, bending you backward while he sucked one nipple into his mouth, drawing a cry from you. He made a pleased sound deep in his chest before torturing your other tight peak in the same way. "Loved knowing you were there," he murmured into your skin.

"Maty," you whined more insistently, bucking your hips into his bulge harder as your need to be filled grew more desperate. Your hands wandered down the sides of his chest, stroking over his muscles, the dips and curves of his body that you were still getting to know. Your fingertips traced along the edge of his boxer briefs, snapping them against his skin hard enough to drag his gaze to yours. "Need you, need you," you begged, your voice hot against his ear.

He pressed a hot kiss on your lips before turning you over so he lay on his back with you holding yourself up by your hands on his chest. And with a smirk he grinned up at you and said, "Come up here. Kneel over my face."

Your core throbbed at the thought of it, but instead of moving and obeying his order, you froze and a heating blush crept over your face. You've been shy about receiving oral sex in the past, but especially with you on top, you could feel your insecurities clamming you up. Mat could tell the shift in the situation and his gaze immediately softened from the commanding one. His hand cradled your cheek and he lifted himself enough to meet your lips. "It's ok, we don't have to," he murmured, softly kissing you. "We can flip back."

"No, I just– I don't wanna hurt you," you mumbled, still flushed. "It's also not a very flattering angle."

Mat let out a low chuckle and kissed you hot and passionately, telling you not to worry about your insecurities. "You look good from any angle, baby. Especially good when I have my head between your legs." You pressed your lips together to keep from smiling. "Wanna try? We'll stop if you're not into it."

You nodded slowly, taking in a deep breath to relax. Mat's lips met yours again gently, reassuring you that you were safe with him. Then he leaned back and with a viscous grin he said, "Now come sit on my face."

You awkwardly shuffled up, facilitated by Mat pulling you to his face with a strong grip on your ass. His fingers dug deep when you were finally in a good position and pulled you down hard to sit on him. With no further hesitation he immediately latched onto your hot sex. With each lick and suck you grew more and more comfortable until all your worries dissolved into a beautiful warm feeling.

Mat’s groan vibrated against your core, dripping wet for him, making you shiver. "Oh, god." One hand dropped to the wall in front of you to hold you steady, while the other slid into Mat’s hair as he sucked and teased your clit. Your hips started to move in tiny little rocking motions against him, and your breath hitched when he moaned long and loud to stimulate you with the vibrations.

You cried out when he unexpectedly slipped a finger between your legs. He dipped just the tip of it into your entrance, in and out, just the tip, teasing you. Then, with a hard sucked on your clit he pushed his finger all the way in. You screamed in pleasure, Mat groaning equally loud as he continued to fuck you gently on just that one finger for a long time. When you started to grow impatient, he added another finger. The fullness was a relief, and you moaned a little louder, pulling his hair.

"Mat, oh. Yeah."

"Yeah?" He kept his fingers buried in you and rocked his hand rather than thrusting it, pulling your body forwards and backwards with the force of it, his fingers hooked inside, getting at that soft spot.

"Ohgn..."

"Mmhm," he rumbles. "I knew you’d love it." He stuck his tongue out, teasing your clit. Inside your cunt, his fingers moved more viciously, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Oh! Yeah. Maty, Mat!" The way he was touching you was getting you close, fast, and he had come to know your tells well enough to know this. He growled beneath you and kept a steady pace, giving you more of what you needed to cum. "I-I'm gonna," you gasped.

"Do it," he coaxed, bumping his nose against your clit again and again, curling his fingers over that spot inside. "Let it come, love. Let it happen."

You used to struggle with it, but not anymore. You had been with Mat long enough and had explored each other enough that you were comfortable enough to orgasm.

You cried out loudly as it crest and finally washed over you, Mat's fingers forcing it out of you, sharp and sweet. "Ohhn, oh god, ohhh. Shit, shit.." You came on those tightly hissed words, riding it out against his hand and tongue that happily lapped at your clit.

You were left panting and in such a haze that you didn’t even notice Mat gently moving you from atop him back on to the mattress until he was on top of you, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and neck. You hummed, feeling so at peace and loved.

“Good?,” Mat murmured against your skin and all you managed was a nod and another humming sound that had him chuckle.

And when enough moments passed and your arousal started to rise again, your hands traveled across Mat’s body and urged him into another round. His cock slipped into you with ease, but stilled to give you a couple of seconds to adjust. Finally, Mat’s hips started moving. Slowly. So torturously slow did he pull out and thrust back home. Not once did his lips leave your skin. He ravished your lips, your neck, your breasts as he continued to slowly and deeply move inside of you.

Your lips met and you easily slipped your tongue into his mouth. It was warm and welcoming, your arms wrapping around his shoulders with the intention of never letting him go. Slowly Mat started picking up his speed, but his thrusts were more hard and controlled. You were a tangled mess, both of you holding onto each other tightly and needing to be even closer than physically possible. Your nails scratched his back, his scalp, his shoulders. Your lips pressing hot wet kisses to his skin, just like he was doing to you. His hard thrusts eventually became sloppier and quicker and you both neared your release. And when you did fall over the edge, it was Mat’s name you were crying out and back you were scratching while he emptied himself inside of you with a loud groan.

feedback & reblogs are always encouraged & appreciated 🫶🏼

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reality-exodus · 1 year

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Detective's rescue

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Summary: Eddie's relationship, the reader is a detective, they both on 24hour shift. Reader responds a 9-1-1 call and ends up needing first aids

Warning: blood, angst, OD symptoms described, mention of drugs

Being a detective on patrol wasn't the best thing ever to be frank, but it was something when you knew your boyfriend would accompany you all night long with his own 24 hour shift, it was rare thing for our double shifts to be on the same time, but when it happened I both liked it and didn't like it, we were both out. I usually work on cases in the office and do my research and help the firefighters with cases and they help me occasionally.

"So where are you strolling now?" Eddie asked, I was driving while I had a Bluetooth headphone.

"In the area of the homicide, the father killed his daughter while the mother was away… there is still no handy information for a warrant so I am looking for something I've missed" I explained briefly as I was driving past the house.

"Baby…" Eddie started to say, I knew how he felt when I was getting so passionate about a case. He disliked it, I overworked myself and forgot many things such as sleeping, eating or going to my shift.

"How about you? Didn't hear anything from dispatch, quiet night?" I wondered, cutting him off elegantly, setting my line of defense. I wasn't like Athena, I do not leave my job behind once my shift is over, I admire her for that though. I actually have to spend more of my personal time researching and studying. I have to go undercover to gather information, but I am not complaining. Sometimes though I need my people to understand me.

"Yea we are just hanging around." He replied with a heavy sigh he didn't respond to the q-word, I knew he wouldn't be bothered. I knew the response was unwilling. He knew my drill "Buck fell asleep at the Gym, Bobby and Hen are playing chess and Chimney is cooking" he analysed their situation and I smiled.

"Tell him to make an extra plate for me, I'll be dropping by" I spoke hoping that would make up for my big-headed behaviour.

"Oh You i decided to have a proper meal other than burgers and donuts" he joked with small giggle.

"Happens sometimes" I chuckled when I heard the wireless "babe hang on"

"This is 221-L99 available tell me the issue dispatch" I asked, I could tell it was May.

"Alright, there's drug dealing on the "overroof" club, there's a rave going on, some ODs based on caller's information, 118 of LAFD shall be there to take care of those." She informed me as I heard the bell on Eddie's side.

"I'll be in touch Dispatch" I spoke as I was connected to the team I would cooperate.

"Diaz no phones on patrol" I spoke as I was driving and couldn't finish the call. "221-L99 moving on scene. I am nearby I see three overdosed in their twenties one male two female they are simply left on the ground I am engaging the victims now." I spoke and got out of the car.

"Copy detective" Captain Nash affirmed me.

I approached the victims and checked the pulses. "All alive you need to come in quick…" I couldn't leave the uncouncisous civilians alone.

"Already ahead of you detective you are clear to proceed" my boyfriend replied sweetly, or at least that's what I thought.

"Dispatch moving in the club incognito, there's no bouncer or doorman" I informed them and opened the door. This wasn't a good sign, the dance floor was empty and so was the kitchen, I would have to go down stairs. "Ground floor empty moving to basement staircase" I announced and moved i could hear voices. "Dispatch sent some back up, I hear people" I spoke and dispatch obeyed my request.

I was right behind the stairs and I heard enough keywords that included heroin, drugs, and that the police can't find. That was my queue. "LAPD hands in the air" I yelled, Eddie always said that my voice in that phrase was so cold, smooth and dictated he found it sexy. "Don't move" I ordered. My voice was strong. They were three but I had a gun.

"Nope ass" one said and charged to get my phone I kicked him to the ground he slid to the floor with no Injury but before i could get in control of the other two, they had two bags of drugs five kilos each if I calculated correct the moment one of them came and punched in my face causing the white dust to be spread all around me in the air I stumbled backwards fell hitting my head on staircase, I took a deep breath trying to orientate, my vision got blurry.

"Detective Y/L/N, report" I heard dispatch between the ringing of my ears but the only response I could find was groan, I felt my heart going erratically with the beats. I was shaking.

"Detective" It was Captain Nash this time, his voice tense. But there was a pause. "Dispatch three offenders running away with two white bags one leaking" he reported and that's when my sudden dysphoria was making sense.

"Help" I managed to pronounce "OD" as I started to shake. I couldn't make out what I was hearing or what was going on, suddenly I saw Eddie in a mask with Chimney. They moved me outside my eyes were wide open but I couldn't react I was shaking, my body started twitching, I was held down, I could recognize Eddie's arms pressing me down, and smaller but still powered hands in my legs, chimney my guess. I coughed I could feel the salty, warm liquid laking inside my mouth, I coughed again.

"Baby… I am here" Eddie's voice was fading as black spots invaded my vision as I started having trouble breathing.

"I get no pulse" Chimney announced, "Hen start compressions" he instructed as he pushed on the oxygen in my face

"Oh no no honey, please-" before Eddie could finish his sentence I heard Buck taking him away as another person took his position next to me.

"Captain bring the AED" Hen requested she kept the pounds on my chest.

"Still unresponsive" Chimney said, causing Eddie to make a movement closer to me, Captain and Buck held him back

"I'm unbuckling the shirt, we are shocking" Hen spoke I heard footsteps

"Eddie please leave" Captain requested with a heavy sigh, I am sure he thought of the time Athena was in my position.

"Just let me be by Y/N Captain" Eddie requested , next thing I feel his warm loving hands on my face removing my hair stroking my cheek his fingers on my neck in desperate hope he would get the slight pulsation in my veins.

"Eddie hands" Hen spoke and he removed them as I felt electricity, I couldn't define what kind of pain it was or if it was, more like a sting to my whole body that would either wake me up or be the last thing I feel…

"Give me more Chim" Hen encouraged him the third clear was heard, the screen kept beeping. There was silence other than that.

"No no no baby no" Eddie panicked he started compressions but Buck pulled him off of my body. He yelled at him Buck yelled back I wasn't sure, my ears started ringing, was I dying…? The first ponder that dominated my mind, made my stomach twitch. I coughed vomit out…

I was alive

"Hey girl, hey easy now" Hens' voice sounded and turned me to the side to let it all out. Chimney secure my position so it wouldn't cause any damage.

Eddie raced next to me, he leaned in and kissed my forehead "oh god love, you scared me so much." I smiled as I turned on my back looking at him upside down as he leaned above my head.

"I'm sorry" I smiled and reached his face, I was shaking rapidly, he simply took my hand and kissed the palm before bringing it to his cheek, his cheek so hot against my freezing skin.

"Hey no no, it's not your fault, we must get you to the hospital now alright?" He smiled down at me and my smile faded at the hearing of the location I had to be.

"I won't be admitted in, I'll sign out" I announced, the sweet moment long gone as I made a move to get of the stretcher.

"Wow,now detective, you have to be cleared out in order to return to your cases, we are transferring you to the ER. I have to do it by the book, you know the drill" Captain Nash intervened immediately, and I could see the relief on my fiancee's face.

"Ah now we are by the book, that's nice to hear" I barked, I knew I was wrong, but hospitals, hospitals gave me anxiety, Eddie would have to go to Christopher eventually and I don't like being alone in those white cold rooms. "Guys please" I pleaded

"you are facing an extended pcp od, and a small hit on the back of your head, your blood pressure is perilly high and you have extremely unstable arrhythmias" Hen essayed the reasons I should listen to them as my eyes turned teary I was panicking.

"Hey hey sweetie" Eddie sighed "I'll be with you the whole time" he promised and kissed my cheek gently as they all stood up carrying me to the ambulance. He stepped in sat next to me while Hen joined, just in case. He was holding my hand, just looking at me, his ember eyes, he was worried even if he wouldn't admit.

"What about Christopher?" I asked concerned.

"Buck is already on his way, but how are you feeling Y/N?" He asked me softly stroking my head.

"I have dysphoria" I explained and soon Hen gave me a mask my eyelids turned heavy as I slipped from counsiousness.

I don't know what time it was, or how long I've been out. I blinked my vision clear, the lighting was dim in the room Eddie fell asleep on the chair next to me, I couldn't help but smile. He did stay. I stood up holding on my IV, feeling lightheaded, I moved to the bathroom, I looked terrible red eyes pale skin, weakness though was the worse.

"Y/N;" I heard his voice call my name in alert.

"What is it?" I asked making abrupt movement to get to the door I leaned there feeling another hit of vertigo getting the best of me.

"I thought you left, hey let me help you baby" he sighed in relief and approached, he was still on patrol clothes. He scooped a hand over my waist and held my weight as he walked me to the bed, softly placing me to lay down.

"Can I kiss you now? Or I am still high?" I asked him placing my hands around his neck, the IV tube got tangled between us, he smiled getting it out of the way. He leaned in and kissed my nose. His lips formed a smile.

"You have been good tonight, not running away, so it is well deserved" he smiled and located his lips on mine, the sweet kiss forming, he was gentle and cautious as he was touching me.

"Mhm mostly because I have been unconscious all night long and I get dizzy after three steps, that played it's part too" I spoke and kissed his cheek softly

"Let a man be happy" he spoke faking frustration before he kissed me again. And again.

#9 1 1 fic #911 fanfic #tv: 911 #911 tv show #911 fanfiction #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz x you #eddie diaz x y/n #eddie diaz imagine #hurt/comfort #911 eddie

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roxy-writes · 1 year

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dilf!kirishima x fem!reader , maybe they go shoppin together n things get freaky in the dressing room 👀

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OK DILF KIRI HAS ME GENUINELY ACTING UP-

warnings: public sex kinda, not proofread

he'd always be so nice to you. it's just how he is. but you noticed often how his niceness towards you had subtle sexual undertones that most others wouldn't pick up on. the way his hand would brush against you while he was talking to you. the way eye contact with him always had you breaking away within a few seconds because of the intensity. most people would just think he knew you super well, and it was that, but you knew better than to think there wasn't anything else going on.

he was a bit older than you, not very much, but enough for there to be a difference in where you were in life. he was particularly financially stable, which often paid off for you. shopping with him was always a huge thing. he'd pick out tons of skimpy clothing for you, hoping you'd at least try them on for him. the outfit he held up in front of you now really caught your eye, it looked perfect for you. exactly your style and size. you wondered how he caught these details about you, you'd never told him what size clothes you were.

in the dressing room he watches as you put the outfit on with lust-filled eyes. he was clearly imagining tearing it off you and fucking you in the dressing room. you wouldn't really be opposed to it. as you show off how the clothes fit you, your eyes focus on a slight bulge in his pants. he chuckles as he begins to unashamedly palm himself in front of you. sitting down on the bend, he motions for you to come sit on his lap. he slowly grinds you against his bulge before stripping you of the outfit.

momentarily activating his quirk, he shreds your panties. he'll just buy you some new ones later anyway. admiring your pussy, his thumb circles your clit. however, he's impatient, and he quickly slips 2 digits inside your hole to prepare you for his cock.

after you're all ready for him, he removes his pants and boxers to reveal his rock-hard dick. the tip is drooling with precum. you're impatient too, and you lift yourself up as the tip pushes slowly into you. you moan into his shoulder, hot pleasure spreading through you.

as he bottoms out, you both groan. his hips start bucking up into yours and his tip brushes your cervix. you almost forget, for a few seconds, that you're in the changing room with him. everything melts away until all you feel is him inside you. he picks up the pace and his balls smack against your ass. one of his hands leaves your hip to rub figure eights on your clit with precision.

"fuck." you cry out, hoping no one heard you. his pubes brush against your sensitive clit. your orgasm hits you like a truck, the sweet relief causing you to collapse against his chest. he keeps fucking up into you, the sensitivity making you tremble. with one more squeeze of your pussy around his shaft he cums hard inside you. the feeling of being full has you reeling. "we're definitely gonna buy that outfit." he pants out. "yeah." you reply.

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 21 days

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No Nut November - Axl

A/n: The writing is going to get better in the other's I promise I just wrote this when I didn't have Wi-Fi and therefore autocorrect wasn't correcting automatically.

Warnings: Smut, no nut November, angst (it goes into self worth and stuff so if that's not something you're comfortable with then don't push yourself to read this :3), I think that's it but if I missed anything please let me know :3

Intro

There was no doubt in Axl’s mind as he left the studio that night that he was going to win this bet and get the 100 bucks. It was just a month of not nutting and he was one of the only ones who didn’t have a partner to go home to, Izzy being the only exception. He was damn sure he was gonna be the winner.

Of course, Axl being Axl he was also a cocky mother fucker and went to strip clubs almost every night, watching as the crowd grew and grew as the days passed. When Duff came in after the first week and said he was out Axl saw just how easy this would be. He was shocked Steven wasn’t the first one out, but it didn’t matter when he’d be the winner whether he was or not, right?

Half way through week two and he was at this new club that had just opened up. It was on a tamer street, a few divebars around but nothing much more than a few stores that closed earlier that day. The club wasn’t advertised as a strip club, nor was it said to be anything sexual, still everyone seemed to get the memo that there was more to it than just sad drunks and a greedy bartender. That was all obviously still there, but so were nearly naked pole dancers!

He walked and saw the dimly lit room filled with people all coming to check out the new joint. There were fancy bars on either side of the room, tables spread speradically about with stages around, some bigger than others to fit multiple at once. No one working there was wearing more than the bare minimum, most were even wearing less.

To the young singers eyes this was heaven. He had a pocket full of cash and a view of wonderful things, all while Led Zepplin’s Dazed and Confused played over the speakers.

Axl walked around, trying to either get a seat or find someone to talk to. He happened to find both when he caught Nikki Sixx’s eye. The poor bassist was drinking the night away while some dick talked his ear off about something or other so when he saw Axl he called him over and, rather rudely, shoved the other guy off his chair.

The man must have been out of his mind wasted because he just kept complaining as he walked off, not seeming the slightest bit mad at Nikki. I mean, all around were hot people, how could he be that upset?

“What’re you doing here?” Nikki asked, happy to have someone else to talk to.

“Wanted to check out the new place, what’d you think I was doing?” He answered confidently as Nikki bought him a drink, a thanks for saving his ears.

“Yeah, but,” he started, glancing around the club, “I thought you guys had some kind of bet going on?” Axl took his drink and thanked the bartender.

“You heard about that?” He took a sip.

“Whole scene’s heard about it at this point.” The raven haired man said as he took a sip of his own drink, a jack and coke. Axl shrugged and set his drink down. “You lose or something?” His attention shot to Nikki at that.

“What? No way, so far only one out is Duff.” Nikki laughed at the gingers immediate defence.

They kept talking into the night until the bassist eventually got bored and went to find someone to take home for the night, leaving Axl to his own mind.

He watched the club, taking occasional sips from his drink. Amidst all the partying he saw many things, a girl yelling at a man, a break-up or divorce as Axl assumed, Nikki heading out with three girls on his arms, one already sucking his neck.

By far his favourite sight that night was this one waitress, she was gorgeous and wearing the skimpiest little bikini, or was it lingerie? Axl couldn’t get a good enough look at it, not from this distance.

He watched as you walked from table to table handing out drinks, chips and chicken, the holy trinity of a strip club. Every time you finished handing things to a table you turned around and waited for them to slip you your tip into the strap of your bottoms. One guy slipped in a ten and smacked your ass so you turned back and demanded a twenty, to which he happily obliged.

Axl loved the spirit you had, he hated seeing some other guy touching you when he so desperately wanted that instead. Seeing that you didn’t take too kindly to it made it all the better for him.

When he saw you coming closer to him, or rather the bar behind him, he took his chance and slid up beside you while you waited for your next tray of beverages and snacks.

“What’s a sweet thing like you doing working here?” He asked with that shit eating grin of his plastered on his face. You turned to him with the most disgusted face you could muster.

“Working.” You looked him up and down, seeing the expensive clothes he’d adorned himself in. “I see you don’t know the meaning.” You muttered. Axl looked taken aback by that comment.

“Don’t know the meaning?” He repeated in an offended tone. “I’m the lead singer of Guns N’ Roses, I could buy you and this club.” He declared. You side-eyed him, still unamused by his presence. He liked that look you gave him, it was a challenge, and he loved challenges. “When do you get off?”

“After your bedtime, sweetheart.” You bit, shooting the bartender a glare as if asking ‘what’s taking so long?!’.

“Oh, come on...” Axl groaned, scanning around the room. “How much for a dance?” He asked, looking back at you. The bartender came over and started making the drinks.

“I’m not doing dances tonight.” You stated.

“No?” Axl thought for a moment, seeing the drinks were almost done and he was running out of time. “How about your number then?” You snorted.

“I only give my number to paying customers.”

“I am a paying customer.” He gave his drink a swirl and took a sip.

“Different customers.” You picked up the tray and started walking away, Axl followed.

“But you aren’t doing dances tonight.” You didn’t reply. “Does that mean I have to come back?” He refused to let up on this.

You managed to slip in with the crowd and he lost you. He could find you and went back to his seat, keeping an eye out in case he could catch you again.

Hours passed, he was about to go home when he just barely got you about to leave to a room in the back. You were talking to one of the security guys there and he rushed over to you.

He reached for your arm when he got to you to get your attention. Of course you turned around at the contact, rolling your eyes when you saw it was him. He pulled out two 100 dollar bills and held them out to you. This caught your attention.

Your jaw dropped and you stared at the cash with wide eyes. “This, for one night with you.” He said with a smile. You looked between him and the money in his hand, chewing your cheek as you thought it through in your head.

“Rockstar, huh?” You mumbled, Axl nodded. “Make it four.” You stated, folding your arms over your chest and holding your chin up high as if you’d won. Then he pulled out two more hundred dollar bills.

“Choice is yours, sweetheart.” You were still hesitant but the money was good, and how bad could it really be?

Axl, on the other hand, was more than happy to be walking out of there with you under his arm. Best four hundred dollars spent in his life.

You got your jacket and bag and left with him.

“My place or yours?” He asked as you both walked down the street.

“Hotel.” You replied as you glanced down the street either way before leading him across.

“My place is nicer than a hotel.” Now that you were out of the crowded club you could really hear his voice, it was deep and already had your mind running. This was just one night, but you’d rather enjoy yourself at least a little, it was better than some of the other guys that had been hitting on you since the place opened.

“I’m not staying at your place, I’ve read too much psych horror.” You told him. There was a hotel not far from the club, since it was so close the two had a deal and all you had to do was show the receptionist a card to get a free love suite.

“I’m not into all that stuff.” Axl said, looking at you, his voice suddenly much more serious now. There was something about that look in his eyes that made you feel safe, but you just couldn’t quite place it.

You nodded and kept walking through the hotel to your room.

You went straight to the bed clothed in black sheets, red velvet comforter and fluffy pillows with a red canopy overhead and heart shaped rug underneath. There was a small kitchen in one corner and a smaller room that was the bathroom not far from it.

The only lights in the room were colourful LED’s and there was a grand window at the other end of the room leading to a balcony. And the best part? Speakers. What more could you want when hooking up with some guy who claimed to be in a band. Of course you’d heard of Guns N’ Roses, but you’ve never seen a picture of them, for all you knew this was just a dick. Still, four hundred dollars is four hundred dollars.

Beside the bed was a small table with a drawer. Inside was a bottle of lube, fluffy handcuffs, a silk blindfold, and a box of condoms. You ignored the kinky shit and grabbed the condom and lube, tossing them on the bed as you took off your jacket.

“We don’t need a condom.” Axl stated.

“Fuck you, you’re putting on a condom.” You barked.

“I-I don’t plan on cumming.” Axl said with a chuckled. Your brows were knitted together as you stared at him. He bit his lip and tossed the box back to you. You were quick to grab it and throw it at him without breaking eye contact, the box hit him in the head.

Not wanting to fight on this Axl just opened the box and took one out before starting to take his clothes off.

He got the condom on and turned back to find you starfished on the bed, looking more ready for sleep than sex. He smiled softly at you and got on the bed beside you. He brushed some hair out of your face, you opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“Tired already?” He asked. You nodded and rolled over, onto your stomach.

“Yeah, can we get this over with fast so I can go to bed?” You mumbled, drawing a chuckle out of Axl.

“Don’t you wanna look at me when we’re doing it?” He asked as he ran his hand along your back and undid your top.

“Not particularly.” Axl hated to admit it, but that kind of hurt. He was determined to get through this night so he could get your number, but also because he wanted to spend this night with you.

He got behind you and poured some lube onto his fingers before spreading it through your folds. You gasped softly at the cold feeling, it turned into a moan when Axl slipped a finger into you.

Slowly, he started pumping in and out of you, stretching you out as he went. You shifted around a bit but always kept your back to him.

Soon he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “If you feel uncomfortable you can tell me to stop.” He assured and planted a soft kiss to your shoulder.

He lined himself up with you and pushed into your cunt. His head fell back at the feeling of your gummy walls tightening around him, he couldn’t believe this.

He waited a moment for you to adjust to him before he started moving. You held yourself up on your hands but you were mostly sitting in his lap, his hands on your hips as he thrust up into you.

Noises left you, soft moans and sighs. Axl’s arms snaked around your waist until he had his right hand on your left hip and his left hand on your left shoulder, he had you pressed up against his chest. His mouth was right by your ear, you could hear every little sound that left him. His deep grunts and groans falling into your head.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He whispered. “I knew it as soon as I saw you walking around that place... You don’t belong there.” His words had you blushing. Not that he could see... Not that you’d tell him, either...

“I belong here, right? In your arms? On your cock?” You asked, not convinced of this warm persona he had on. He was still a rockstar, you told yourself.

“No.” Again with that serious tone. He brought the hand that was on your shoulder to your chin, turning your head to look at him. “You’re better than that place, and you know it.” His hips stopped for a moment, he wanted those words to really stick with you. “I’m not asking you to love me, I’m just asking you to let me take care of you so you can get out of here.”

You stared into his eyes, they glimmered in the moonlight spilling in through the window. You got off of his lap and turned to face him and sank back down on him. His lips parted in a silent ‘oh’ at the feeling of being inside of you once more.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding yourself close to him. Axl’s arms wrapped around your waist, his hands planted firmly on your back. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?” He said, blue eyes sparkling up at you, the smirk he had not long ago traded in for a smile, the corners of his lips curved downward as if this was a new feeling for him.

“You need to stop saying stuff like that.” You muttered with a soft chuckled. You didn’t want him to stop, not in a million year did you want him to stop.

“Why should I when it makes you so flustered?” He rolled his hips, drawing a soft moan from you. “You’re so cute when you’re shy,” you shut your eyes and bit your lip to muffle any sounds that tried to leave you, “when you’re blushing,” again he rolled his hips, “when you try to hide how good I make you feel.” He kissed your lips. You hesitated a moment before reciprocating.

It wasn’t the heated moment full of passion Axl had planned for. No, this was better than that.

He didn’t move any faster than what he was doing, he didn’t go harder either. He was enjoying the warmth that came from you, how you melted into him even after the kiss broke and you were leaning your forehead on his so every soft sound you made fell onto his lips.

“Hah~ fuck, I-I’m gonna cum.” Your voice was airy as you spoke. Axl smiled and brought a hand to your clit, rubbing circles against it with his thumb.

“Fuck- Such a good girl, go on and cum for me, let yourself feel good.” Axl praised. He couldn’t ignore the knot building in his own gut as he continued to rut up into you, all he had to do was ignore it. He couldn’t lose before Steven, he just wouldn’t let himself.

You started bouncing on his cock, doing just as he said and letting yourself feel good. You came on him, shoving your face into the crook of his neck as you did. Your cunt fluttered around Axl and he couldn’t stop himself from cumming into the condom.

You held each other for a long while. You were letting yourself come down from your high while Axl was mentally beating himself up for letting this happen.

After cleaning up a bit you fell asleep together, your head resting on Axl’s chest while he had his arms around you.

The next morning Axl woke up alone. He looked around the hotel suite, hoping to God you were still there, somewhere. All that was left was a note with your name and number on it.

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7x04 Thoughts

This is a long one, if you read to the end, know that I love you and appreciate you 😂

Obviously, I’ve been a little… unhinged in my reaction/behavior following Buck’s kiss with Tommy (I mean Buck KISSED A BOY!). I’ve been extra annoying to my friends and sending them most (all) my firsts since Buck kissed a boy. It started as something that just made me giggle then it turned into something I was doing cause I knew they (one in particular - if you found me on here you win. Congrats, you know can access my writing) were getting annoyed. It’s been fun for me 🤷🏻‍♀️

ANYWAY…

It’s been a few days and I am moderately more calm about this and I’ve seen plenty of other feedback/commentary on the episode. Thankfully mostly positive, which is amazing ❤️ The negative, some of you need to get over yourself.

The negatives saying this came out of nowhere or it’s part of some “agenda”, I would gentle suggest you rewatch the show and pay closer attention. There has not been anything that was necessarily blatant but there have been several moments over the seasons where there are things said that lead to speculation. Things that always had me thinking “yeah, I could see it.” Stuff that could be brushed off or explained away as a joke if this wasn't the road the writers or Oliver decided to take Buck down. But the moments, also help to support this slower discovery.

If you need some examples:

The first him Buck even sees Eddie, the other man is pulling of his shirt with his and on full display and “Whatta Man” by Salt-N-Pepa is playing. That could be written off as just a manifestation of Bucks insecurities about his place with the 118 and the fire fighter calendar coming up, he’s experiencing issue with his girlfriend too so he’s in a bit of a vulnerable place. But it could also be taken as almost an inner monologue, Buck seeing and appreciating an attractive man. If he wasn’t in touch with his truth, not fully aware of his sexuality or was straight up in some kind of denial, it would also explain his hostility toward Eddie as well. But it can easily be explained away as a sort of completion.

Maddie commenting on Buck’s “boy crush”. Typically a straight man will get at least a little defensive, saying no or it’s not like that or even get a little annoyed at the suggestion. Doesn’t have to be in a toxic way but there will be some sort of protest to the thought or idea they have a “boy crush”. Buck just kind of laughs and says “cute”. Not entirely damn, but makes you wonder. It’s also two siblings messing with each other so I can see where some may over look that moment.

We again have a moment that involves Maddie when Buck, Eddie, and Chimney are helping her move into her new place. She makes a vague comment “he’s cute”, not specifying who she’s talking about but she clearly believes Buck understands who she means. Buck tells her “he gets that a lot, you should see his kid”. Buck was not following what it was Maddie was saying, and he actually seems confused as to why Maddie would think Chimney is cute.

Buck goes with Eddie to bring Christopher to see Santa. They’ve known each other maybe 3 months at this point? It’s hard to know really since we rarely get any sort of dates. Christopher finishes with Santa, comes back to Eddie who picks him up and leaves. The helper elf stops Buck, having seen him walking up with Eddie when he picked up Chris, and says “you two have an adorable son”. An innocent enough mistake, one that most would correct in some way. “Oh he’s not mine” or something to that effect. It’s odd that Buck looks like he’s about to correct her but says a simple “thank you”.

There’s a poker night at Chimneys apartment where Josh and Buck are invited. Josh says “if I didn’t know better I’d think you were trying to set us up” meaning Maddie setting Buck up with Josh. Maddie says she likes Josh too much to do that to him to which Buck gets a little defensive. It’s light, not truly offended and could be brushed off as a joke but it also makes you wonder.

When the 118 is in Texas, TK Strand agrees to meet up with Buck if he’s ever in LA but makes sure to mention that he has a boyfriend and it’s pretty serious. Leaving Buck confused, now here he does look like he might be about to protest but it does also look as if he wants to question TK as to why he felt like he needed to warn him of any potential advances.

Buck himself has said women “flee” him when talking about his relationships.

Times where Bucks attraction to men is touched on, he does not react as you would expect. No it’s not a neon sign saying “Evan Buckley is Bisexual” but it’s enough to have you wonder or see where that could be a potential for him. But also, innocent enough where if his story wasn’t taken there, it’s easily explained. It’s the crumbs of Buck’s story that Oliver has mentioned in interviews about the 100th episode.

The negatives within the positives have been criticizing Bucks claim that he was seeking Tommy’s attention not Eddie’s. And to that I think it was both men whose attention he was looking for.

We see Buck going to Tommy first, and there are certainly some moments there (on both ends) that look a little flirtatious. Buck seems a little nervous for some reason when he asks Tommy out for a beer, and gets more disappointed than most would consider normal when Tommy says he has to take a rain check because he has plans. Eddie shows up, and I think Bucks abandonment issues really start to flair up and this is where I think the confusion begins for him. He was there for Tommy, not even thinking about Eddie (okay he was thinking about Eddie a little bit), but then Eddie shows up and now he's seeing that him and Tommy are building this friendship. Tommy, the person Buck specifically sought out, is leaving with Eddie, Bucks best friend. Buck acts a little strange as the 2 men leave, Tommy telling him he’ll take him up in the helicopter and Buck says something like “yeah I’ll do that … sometime” like he’s shy about it, stuttering and even looking like he's about to blush. He’s just acting weird. He was there to see Tommy but Tommy’s attention is on Eddie because they’ve made plans.

Eddie starts talking about the time he’s been spending with Tommy, the person who Buck had wanted to get to know and hasn’t been able to reconnect with for one reason or another. But, now he’s also seeing his best friend is connecting with a new person who has some of the same interests as him, his insecurities digging their claws in even more. He gets excited when Eddie asks if he’s free the night of the karaoke trivia, thinking he’ll be included in this outing with his best friend and this new person he’s been hoping to get to know only to be completely disappointed when asked if he could babysit. This feels like more of a brush off, and I’m sure Buck takes it that way.

Buck complains about Tommy to Maddie in a way that’s very elementary school; I wouldn’t be surprised if he threw rocks at him. He can’t stop talking about Tommy, everything about him bugs him. Finding out about the basketball game, a game Eddie has BEEN inviting Buck too, has him starting to spiral. Eddie’s been going to these games, building friendships with the other first responders who go and it hasn’t been an issue. But when Tommy’s shown to be going, it’s an issue. Because Buck wants Tommy's attention, he doesn't care about the other people going to the game or even the fact that Eddie goes to these games every other week without him. If Tommy's there, he need to be there too.

Buck showing off in the gym, letting out a loud breath and grunting to get Eddie to notice him, was about getting Eddie’s attention focused on him, sure but also if Eddie is focused on him he’s not focusing on Tommy who he seemed to be talking with on the phone. It would also be the chance he needs to try to insert himself in whatever activity the 2 are planning next, which would bring Buck BACK into Tommy’s orbit.

Buck shows up with Chimney to the pickup game. I think Buck's waring with himself throughout the episode about what is actually bothering him. Eddie finding a new best friend is certainly one thing I have no doubt he’s concerned about. But he’s also trying to figure out why he can’t get himself in front of Tommy, he’s doing all the wrong things to try and get this persons attention on him to be given a chance. It makes sense, with his childhood, that his brain thought acting out was the best approach to gain the attention that he was seeking (I mean, it worked). I don’t think he intended to HURT Eddie just knock him over or make him stumble. He’s looking to impress this person he hasn’t even been able to have a conversation with again since he took off to Vegas. Eddie has just taken the ball from him and Buck just snapped.

I think Buck kept trying to find a ways to get himself in front of Tommy, but essentially Eddie was getting in the way. But he also was seeing his best friend find this person he could relate to in a a whole new way. So Buck was battling with himself and genuinely could not figure out what it was he was trying to do or accomplish with his antics.

I see a lot of people saying Buck was never trying to get Tommy’s attention, that it was all about Eddie. Eddie was Buck's pass to Tommy in a way, he was trying to get himself in front of Eddie so Eddie would extend an invite to an activity he was doing with Tommy. Maybe he even hoped Eddie would talk him up a little. Getting Eddie’s attention meant getting Tommy’s too.

I also don’t know that Buck was conscious of his desire to have Tommy’s attention and that talking through the whole thing in the kitchen was what lead him to figuring it out. I recently had a moment like that myself. I was in a negative headspace but I could not for the life of me figure out what it was that was causing it. Talking with a friend, stuff started to just kind of come out and all of a sudden it clicked. It hadn’t know until that moment what was going on. It seems to me that it was very likely Buck simply thought that he was jealous of his best friend finding a new friend but through talking it out, he realized “oh, maybe it was him I wanted to see me”.

There was plenty of flirting, I think Buck is just a naturally flirty person. But there was a moment where it seemed to really switch, right when he said that he didn’t know Muay Thai. I thought things seemed to shift between them when they were just a couple feet apart but when they talked about Muay Thai, I knew there had to be something coming.

I still very much ship Buddie, and hope they find their way together, but this to me was just so much more satisfying so see unfold rather then it jumping right to Buck and Eddie together. Honestly that might have been weird, that sudden jump. Prior to the 100th episode it was canon that both Buck and Eddie had only dated women, or at least that all we saw. Their sexuality needed to be addressed, there needed to be confirmation that at least one of them is interested in men. At this point I don’t know that Buck is even aware that he has feelings for Eddie (and I do think he has feelings for him). He never knew he was allowed to have feelings for a man let alone his best friend. I think once he settles more within this new self of his, he’ll slowly start to realize that he no longer sees Eddie as JUST a friend.

I still have hope for Buddie, I could see there being some very strong canon hints this season, things that aren't up for debate. Maybe Eddie has a conversation with someone who’s not Buck and he comes to a realization of his own, or there’s a moment shared at the end of the season. I think there’s a possibility for a strong build up for Buddie with it actually happening by episode 3 or 4 in season 8.

But if it doesn't, I'm okay with that too. I want to see where things go with Tommy and what comes after for Buck. I could see the show runners leaving things with just Buck being Bi, it was a huge thing for them to take a main male character like Buck and give this coming out arc. Will they be willing to take another risk with Eddie? I don't know that they would do that this season, but they've certainly opened the possibility with 1/2 of the ship being queer now.

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Vita Nova Epilogue

Orm Marius X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes but pure fluff

Word Count: 850

Part 1: here

(A/N:) Vita Nova was supposed to be just one part but a little domestic fluff seemed to be on the menu as this idea wouldn't leave me alone. So just enjoy this little extra that goes along with the first part! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Time had passed after that fateful day on the beach and now you had an ex-king of Atlantis living with you. That encounter had turned your life upside down, in a way that you would have never dreamed. And now that you got to wake up every day by the man that had once only existed for you in books and daydreams, life was more hectic but filled with special moments. The kiss you both had shared on the beach only opened a world you never before experienced. Orm was a perfect gentleman and helped around the house. He had lots of things to learn and you found the patience to help him through all those moments of confusion.

Like the time you had to explain to him that restaurants didn't serve cockroaches as a side or entree. Or the fact that most people weren't interested in conversing about the mating cycles of fish. But he was perfect in his own way. Now as you both lounged on the couch watching a movie it didn't take long before you were beginning to nod off. Orm focused upon the screen, found himself stroking your back and running his fingers through your hair. You slipped further into the lull of sleep as he worked wonders to relax you. It wasn't until the credits started rolling did Orm notice that you had fallen asleep on his chest. Your head resting against his warm skin while your hands tangled in his hair.

He watched you for a few moments, shallow breaths passing between your parted plush lips, before he began to trace your features with a soft finger. You stirred just a little before settling back down. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Orm contemplated trying to get up without waking you and carrying you to the bedroom. But he didn't want to chance disturbing you, so he eased the remote from the table beside the couch and turned the TV off before wrapping you up tightly in his arms and fell asleep with you moments later.

You didn't wake until the morning, when the sun peeking through the curtains haloed Orm in golden light, causing his light hair to glow and paint his features in beautiful light. You stared, breathless, as he slept. Orm knew that you loved him, but deep down it scared you that he didn't realize just how much of a hold he had on you. But if you asked Orm, he loves you just as much if not more. As a prince and king, everything was handed to him on a silver platter. If he wanted it, others would obtain it for him, he never had a chance to find something he wanted. So that day on the beach had been the first time he really fought for something he truly wanted. He thought he wanted to be king but when he saw the potential in his older brother, after the hate had drained away, any wants of the crown and throne melted away.

Lost in thought you didn't shake yourself from them until Orm grumbled in his sleep. Sheepishly you realized the position you were in, still pressed against him, one leg resting between his legs, while you held tightly to his waist. He didn't seem to mind as he gave you a sleepy grin.

"Sleep well," he asked stretching a little but trying not to buck you off.

"Like the dead," you teased causing him to raise an eyebrow. "It's an expression. How about you?"

"Also like a carcass," Orm replied and you laughed. He seemed confused at first, until he too began to laugh along.

"Not exactly the right expression but good enough." You untangled yourself from him. "How about some breakfast?"

"Only if I can help you cook."

"The last time I let you help me cook, you almost burned our kitchen down," you retorted, hands on your hips.

"I'll be more careful this time," Orm promised while kissing your cheek. He always knew the best way to make you melt and give in.

"Fine but you're only on egg cracking duty and anything else that doesn't involve fire," you relented.

"Deal." Orm watched you walk away, his heart swelling in joy as he finally felt like he had found the place he belonged. Though no part of him was from this world, he could finally see what his brother and mother saw in the people on the surface. All it took was a moment to see one human woman on a single beach out of thousands. He couldn't help but think fate had a hand in this meeting. He breathed deep, glad to have such clarity before he followed you into the kitchen. You were already grabbing everything you both would need to cook. You smiled at him, stealing the air from his lungs. This life was one he would never tire of as he started to crack eggs into a bowl. His world didn't involve Atlantis, though it created him, his world was you. And he couldn't think of anything better than that.

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softspeirs · 2 months

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A/N: It's the consensus of the Discord girlies that we can fix all of John Egan's despair with our various OCs. So here's my attempt. Special thanks to @shoshiwrites for enabling me for this plot! Also, she officially has a name! Meet Eleanor Peters.

four. love letters.

The first thing that hits her is the antiseptic smell of the hospital. It's cloying and overwhelming, and the rapid pounding of her heart picks up even more when she realizes there's no turning back, not now.

Major Gale Cleven is a tall shadow on her left, his focus singularly on getting to his friend's bedside.

She had been nearly blown sideways when he had walked in the door the day before, rail thin with shadows under his eyes, but a gentle smile on his face as his eyes landed on her behind the bar in her father's pub.

His face had lit with recognition, and then he had said the words that played on a loop over and over since -- Bucky's alive. John, Major Egan, he's alive. He wanted me to tell you.

Bucky. A nickname she hadn't known, but one she felt was on the tip of her tongue nonetheless.

It's a long story, he said. She didn't ask about the heaviness behind his eyes, the way he walked with a slight limp, or about the fact that she had never seen this man without his friend. It was unfathomable to her that they were apart.

But then -- isn't that what made her take a deep breath, and press a kiss to John Egan's cheek in the first place?

Gale Cleven had left with a story about a forced march, an escape that left John to do the gallant thing and stay behind, and the promise to come by in a few days and bring her to see John, if she wanted.

Now that she's here, she can't bring her feet to move.

"Ellie?" Major Cleven asks, frowning. "Alright?"

"I-- this wasn't a good idea." She says. "He-- are you sure he asked about me?"

Gale Cleven has never rolled his eyes at a woman, but he had an identical conversation with his best friend not too long before, and he's never seen two people who project such confidence in a group, but are so unsure of themselves alone. "No offense, Eleanor, but if I had to hear about you one more time, I was going to make a break for it sooner than I did."

Mood shifted, Eleanor laughs, looking down at her feet. "Okay. Okay, let's go."

"Buck!" A charmingly familiar voice shouts before she can see him, "Did you bring me any booze? They won't let me--" He stops as soon as she comes into view.

"Didn't think to bring the pub with me, Major." She says, the smile on her face unstoppable, even if she tried.

He looks tired. Scars litter his right cheek, and his legs are propped up on a pillow. His arms are folded casually over his chest, but she doesn't miss the way his chest is rising and falling rapidly.

"You-- Jesus Christ, Buck." He mutters.

"I'll see about that drink," Cleven says, and leaves her standing there, looking at a man she's thought was dead for almost two years.

Now that she's standing in front of him, she has no idea what to say. Part of her is convinced she dreamed the whole thing up. That whatever connection she felt was overblown, simply her romantic heart getting the better of her.

But the way he's looking at her-- she's not imagining that.

"Ellie." His voice is hoarse. "You're a sight for sore eyes." And there's that smile she remembers so well. "Buck snuck you in here, huh?"

"He said you were asking after me."

She's so thrilled to see the blush that sneaks up his throat, and feels safe enough now to sit down in the small chair at his bedside, crossing her legs and grinning at him.

She is so, so pleased to see him.

She wants to know every detail of what happened to him over the last few years, though she knows it's likely a terrible story that would be hard for him to tell. She feels strongly that he shouldn't carry it alone, not with how burdened he had felt when he left for the last time, mourning his best friend and the other members of his crew who hadn't come back.

"I might've wondered how you were." He scratches the back of his neck. "Figured you'd be married and moved away by now."

"Still slinging ales at the pub, I'm afraid."

He arches an eyebrow. "Not to any hotshot pilots, I hope."

"Of course not." She says with mock seriousness.

They fall into a comfortable silence, and Eleanor bites her bottom lip before reaching for her handbag. He watches her in silence, that small smirk still on his lips, and there's something so soft in his eyes she can hardly stand to look at him.

"I have something for you. Well, a few things."

"If you want to give me another flower, I've still got the one." He says. His deep voice filled with something makes her hands fumble in her bag, but she doesn't dare talk herself out of her task.

"That's awful sentimental of you." She says.

"Don't go tellin' anyone that about me."

It's remarkable, she thinks, that he's able to be his genial self after everything he's been through. It's like he doesn't even realize he's in the hospital, though she thinks with a grimace that it might be the most comfortable bed he's slept in in years, hospital or no.

Finding her courage, she digs a handful of envelopes out of her handbag and sets them on the bed next to him. He stares at the bundle, face frozen. The smile slowly slips off his face, and she worries she's overstepped.

"I didn't know--" She stops, trying not to let tears seep into her voice. "Well, I didn't know if you were alive. I hoped. And even if you were, I didn't know where to send them--"

"You wrote me letters?"

The air feels thick, between them.

"I just... The way we left things, you were so upset, and I wanted to make sure you knew that you were missed."

He's still staring at the pile of letters in front of him. He hasn't moved, hasn't touched them, has barely breathed, and she's terrified that this is all wrong, that she misread everything.

"Come here." His voice is low, thick, filled with something that makes the hair on her arms stand up and a shiver run down her spine. "Ellie. Come here."

"Why--"

"I'm not supposed to be on my feet, but if I don't kiss you in the next five seconds, I'm going to lose my mind."

Her heart is a hummingbird taking flight in her chest, but her feet move without her say-so. She scoots the chair as close as she can get. He's already leaning up on an elbow, and no man has ever looked at her the way John Egan is looking at her now, like he can't believe she's real.

"Is this--" He asks, suddenly unsure.

"Yes." She says, finally finding her voice and her confidence.

His lips are on hers in the next breath. She stutters a shaky breath against his mouth, and his hand tightens in her hair. It's not an overly-passionate kiss, but her toes are curling in her shoes, and he's letting out a quiet groan against her mouth that has her pulling away, though his long fingers at the back of her neck don't let her get too far.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt--"

"That was not a noise of pain, sweetheart."

This time it's her blush that stretches out across her cheeks, her face flaming with heat. He lets go of her and reaches for the letters with one hand, his other finding hers, fingers lacing through hers with an ease that makes her smile.

"You wrote to me." He says, like he can't believe it still. "I didn't get a single letter while I was gone."

It makes her heart ache, picturing him watching his friends get mail from their sweethearts, wives, and parents, and she wishes more than anything that she had known he was alive and had known the address to send something to.

"Will you stay while I read them?"

She can think of nothing more embarrassing, but she also doesn't have the willpower to tell him no. Not about this.

"Okay." She says instead, settling back in, half-tucked into his side.

That's how Cleven finds them a half hour later. He takes in the sight of his friend with a girl - not the most unfamiliar sight - half-opened letters in his lap, wrinkled with age and ink stained.

He smiles.

#john egan x oc #bucky x ellie #? is that my tag for them? i think so #softspeirs mota fanfiction #masters of the air fanfiction #masters of the air fanfic #oc: ellie peters

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10liver · 9 months

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Reader/Pro hero!Izuku Midoriya

Long ass one shot about jealousy and anger issues.

TW: None besides a whole lot of overthinking

Izuku has been fawned over more than you'd like, and at some point, it becomes unbearable.

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"Pro hero Deku! Over here!"

"We love you pro hero Deku!"

"50 bucks for a kiss!"

"Ah, um, now now ladies, let's calm down." Izuku said, raising two hands infront of him in an attempt to reclaim the wild crowd of females.

You stood there off to the side, eyeing Izuku as he struggled against the ladies unrequited adoration for him. But you? You were put off to the side as always, just like you are right now. You found it hard to believe Izuku even knew you were here right now. And that infuriated you.

You and Izuku had been together ever since he started off as a regular pro hero, down in the lower ranks. You supported him through everything, whether it be financial support, emotional support, or physical support. You were always there and you stuck by him, as loyal as a dog. Especially when All Might died. Everytime a man who wasn't someone you knew walked up to you, you quickly shut them down, dismissing whatever they were trying to say before they even got a chance to say it.

But as Izuku started to climb the ranks he had become more and more popular, especially with the women of Musutafu. And soon enough, it became unbearable. At some point they even started throwing their panties and bras at him.

You knew it wasn't entirely his fault but you couldn't help but get mad. You would always shut down other males before they got the chance, but Izuku? He didn't even bother saying he has a girlfriend, all he does is smile at them and laugh their charms off.

You sucked your teeth, continuing to eye Izuku. He had yet to notice your appearance, so you took that as a sign to walk off. And you did.

Only then did he notice you walking off. He also happened to notice how angrily you walked off.

You continued to walk towards your shared penthouse with Izuku, making sure to give a mean scowl to every single person you pass by.

You finally made it to the penthouse building. You took a deep breath to temporarily ease your anger as you walked into the lobby.

You put on your sweetest smile and coated your tone with sugar each time a guard or a resident hero would say Hello to you. You made sure to keep that sweet smile in the elevator, as you were well aware of the cameras within the elevators.

But as soon as you were inside the camera free penthouse, you snapped. You let out a frustrated scream as you pulled out your hair tie, letting your hair fall from your tight ponytail. You clutched onto that same hair tie as you stomped your way towards the guest room, not wanting to be in the same room where you and Izuku sleep on the regular.

"Why can't he just— he—For God's sake!" You cry out, finally allowing your frustrated tears to slip down your flushed cheeks.

You threw yourself onto the plush queen sized bed and clutched onto a loose pillow, squeezing it with all the strength you had. You screamed and cried into that same pillow, leaving visible stains on said pillow.

You hated the way they acted so freely towards Izuku. It felt as if he wasn't even really yours. You wondered how he would feel if the same thing were to happen with you? How would he feel? What would he do? Those thoughts seemed to calm you down for just a moment. You decided to take advantage of your calm moment, slowly getting up from your curled up position and shifting off the bed.

You had attempted to let out an exhausted sigh but all that came out was a broken and cracked squeak. You grumbled with your broken voice and dragged your feet towards the kitchen.

"I really fucking hope Izuku doesn't come home today." You squeak out, not giving a single shit about who hears you.

You drag yourself past the front door and closer towards the large open kitchen. You let out a broken huff as you reach up to the open cabinet and grab one of your favorite designed mugs in hopes that it will cheer you up atleast a little bit.

It eventually did, but by a barely noticeable amount. You slowly turned the faucet and let the water run till it hit the perfect temperature and filled your cup.

You slowly close the faucet with similar pace as how you opened it. After ceasing the running water you cautiously brought the mug up to your mouth and began to chug, chugging as much as you could.

You let out an exasperated sigh and mentally clapping for the return of your voice. That brief sense of proudness immediately ceased to none as you snapped your head to the sound of your penthouse door squeaking open.

Great. You sigh, dragging yourself out of the kitchen, attempting to hide the desperate fact that you don't want to be seen. And by him of all people.

"Hey angel, I'm home!" He calls out to you, looking around briefly before taking off his boots at the door.

Since you're fully out of his field of vision you quickly shuffle into the guests room, hoping he thinks you're not home. He calls out to you a couple more times and you don't respond to any of them.

Once you're finally inside of the guests bedroom you continue to drag yourself forward until you feel your upper, slightly bare thighs hit the cool comforter of the bed.

You let out a somewhat quiet groan before allowing yourself to fall face first onto the messy, unmade guest bed with a cushioned thud.

You began thinking, what if you were just overreacting? Well, yeah, you were but.. The way he just simply chuckled at the thrown panties and bras made you so.. so upset. You know, hero this, hero that, you know. You know. But no matter what, it still fuckin' hurt.

"Sweetheart, are you in here?"

You jolted up and out of your thoughts as you heard the soft masculine voice call out to you, and not from behind a door.

You didn't reply, you didn't even look at him. You just plopped back down into the bed and laid their in silence.

"Sweetheart..?" He called out to you again, somehow getting more gentler as he shuffled closer to the bed that you were moping on.

"Go away." You muffled into the bed with high doubts that he heard you.

You felt a large dip in the bed as the large toned man pressured all of his weight on the poor mattress. "Can you get up for me?"

You groaned into the bed before reluctantly getting up and sitting with your legs crossed in the middle of the bed. He stared at your face for a brief moment before glancing at different parts of your body as he analyzed you.

"Have you been crying?" He asks, shuffling his body closer to you.

You turned away from him, turning your face towards the slightly opened wooden door of the guest room. What a lovely door.

"Honey, can you please look at me?" He slightly raised his voice, still sounding gentle yet slightly louder than before. His patience was thinning.

You stayed silent, analyzing the different waves of the wood embedded into the smooth door. You were practically burning holes into the damn thing.

And that's when his patience snapped. He placed his fingers ever so gently under your chin, just before snapping your head to look at him.

"Y/n, I swear if you don't tell me what the fuck is wrong." He threatened as he sharply stared into your e/c eyes.

You let out a displeased huff, slightly darting your eyes around to avoid his burning gaze. You quickly begin to weigh out the outcomes of the situation if you were to tell him how you truly felt.

"Fine. You really wanna know what's wrong? I hate the fact that you allow those desperate girls cling onto you whenever we go out together. I hate that you don't even bother to push them away or tell them I exist. I don't even think most people know that you're taken. People don't even know who I am to you, at this point i wouldn't be shocked if they thought I was just obsessive stalker fangirl. I'm sick and tired of being pushing to the side and don't even get me started on the fact you don't even NOTICE I'm not there with you. You don't even bother to check."

At this point, you didn't even realize you had raised your voice. You didn't even feel the frustrated tears sliding down your cheeks, glistening your cheeks with soft transparent marks.

Izuku's eyes were practically as wide as saucers as he stared at your puffy eyes. He sat there, frozen.

You clicked your tongue before aggressively swiping the side of your face, ridding one side of any traces of tears. You let out a displeased sigh before pushing yourself off the bed. Before you could continue any further you felt a firm, large hand on your arm, actively keeping you in place.

"I.. I didn't know you felt that way Y/n." Izuku said quietly, staring down at you as he clearly towered over you.

"Let go of me Izuku.." You say, barely above a whisper as you hopelessly try and tug your arm away from his firm grasp.

He doesn't respond, he just stares at the leftover residue of tears on your frustrated flushed cheeks. He can't even begin to explain the emotions he felt the moment you told him your feelings.

You narrow your eyes, accidentally activating your quirk and temporarily paralyzing Izuku. You slightly take advantage of this and slip your arm out of his grasp. You quickly shuffle towards the opened door before blinking and freeing him from your paralyzing glare.

"Y/n." Raising his voice, he called out to you just before you managed to close the door. He couldn't believe the fact you had used your quirk on him.

You quickly sped walked over to your shared coat rack, slipping off your fuzzy coat and slipping in your boots, hoping to take a nice long walk, away from your fiancé.

"Y/n. Don't you dare walk out that door." Said fiancé hissed, making his way over towards the curve where the entrance, and exit door stayed.

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes up at him as he had made his way infront of the door, blocking your only way outside.

"Won't you just let me fucking talk?" He spoke, crossing his broad arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes down at you in frustration.

He took your silent glare as a go. "Y/n, I honestly didn't know you felt that way. I apologize for not noticing your feelings sooner but this isn't how this situation should've gone. You need to learn how to communicate with me better or else everything is going to turn into a fight." He stopped himself for a quick moment to take a frustrated huff and pinch the bridge of his nose as he leaned against the door.

"Dear All Might, I honestly don't know what to do with you." He muttered under his breath as he moved his fingers up to rub his temples.

"If you're just here to reprimand me and complain about my actions I suggest you stop there and move out of my way." You threatened, feeling slightly ticked off by his muttering.

"Can you let me finish?" He retorted, hovering his hand over his face as he looked down at you.

"I'm sick and tired of this Midoriya, I don't get why you can't just comfort me instead of scolding me." You felt soft droplets fall down your cheeks with frustration and slight anger.

"If you'd just let me finish." He said, yelling out the last part with anger. Something in the way his pupils dilated with anger shook something in you.

The way your body flinched because of him had visibly shattered something within him, and you saw it.

"Y/n.. I—.."

Before he could finish you had already began running back into the guest room with your elbow around your face as you sobbed into it. You quickly slammed the door shut, locking it as soon as it shut. You were so done. This was the last straw.

"Y/n.. Y/n, please.." He called out softly, banging on the door before sliding his fist down the smooth wooden door. He let his forehead thud against the wood as he let out a shakey frustrated sigh.

"She's scared of you."

"Shes going to break up with you."

"You haven't even gotten married yet and you've already sent her running and hiding."

"This is your fault."

"Youre a bad boyfriend and fiancé."

He slammed his fist against the door, making the door vibrate from the pressure. He sobbed softly, trying to push out those overwhelming thoughts that filled his brain with doubt.

You couldn't even bother to move. You slightly shook as you sobbed into the pillow, leaving wet marks of your makeup onto the white pillow case.

The both of you sobbed, voices filling your heads as both of you cried your feelings out. You stayed like that for hours, eventually exhausting yourselves out.

Izuku fell asleep against the door, eyes visibly puffy from his quiet emotional sobs. He was already exhausted from patrolling and the two combined had took a larger toll on him than a class C villain battle would.

You let out a soft shakey broken sigh as you lifted your face away from the suffocatingly hot and ruined pillow. You stared down at the dried makeup stains on the soft white pillow before pushing yourself off the bed.

You took a deep breath, getting yourself mentally prepared to face your fiancé. You slowly opened the door causing it to slightly creak as you felt the door open slightly quicker than you had intended.

He was asleep on the door.

You used the most of your strength to slow the opening of the door just in case he'd fall onto the floor. You quickly walked over to where the door was supposed to be so his head laid comfortably against your legs instead.

"Izuku?" You called out quietly, seeing if he'd wake up from that before you'd be forced to carry him into your shared room.

He was heavy, okay?

You let out a frustrated sigh before gripping onto the top of his broad arms and pulling him up with a loud grunt. The way you were bent over looked like you had several decades worth of back pains. Why's he gotta be so goddamn heavy?

You huffed with each slow step towards your bedroom, thanking the deities and All Might above that your bedroom was somewhat close to the guest's room.

After the painful amount of time you took carrying your tall and large future husband, you finally made it within the bedroom. You sighed with relief when you finally felt him off of your back as you shoved him on the bed.

You wiped a non-existent sweat bead off your completely dry forehead before crawling onto the bed on the opposite side of Izuku. You turned your back to his sloppy sleeping position you put him and stared out the window as you watched the window slightly light up with a light shade of blue.

Suddenly you were pulled against a hard body, radiating warmth against your back as you pressed against it.

"Izuku..?" You whispered with slightly wide eyes.

He just simply groaned in response before pulling you closer and nuzzling his head onto the nape of your neck after moving some of your hair away.

"'M sorry sweetheart." He mumbled, slightly above a whisper as he placed a gentle kiss against your neck.

Your lips automatically perk up into a soft smile, slowly melting into his warm touch as you let out a soft sigh.

"Yell at me again and I'm paralyzing your heart."

#my writing #ao3 #fanfic #my hero academia #bnha #mha #oneshot #long reads #ao3 izuku #izuku x reader #pro hero deku #angst #jealousy #anger #overthinking

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tikus-library · 3 months

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"The Look"

Avengers AU - Quick Fic

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader

Posted: Jan 20th

WARNINGS: none, idiots being idiots

A/N: I was at the laundromat yesterday when I saw the gif and needed to write something- so gave this.

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

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“Here comes Y/N! Do the thing- do the thing!” Sam elbowed him, shit eating grin in place.

Bucky sighed with his entire soul, “Sam, it doesn't do anything, it's just a look, that's all, it doesn't matter”

“If it doesn't matter then do it.”

“Why would I?” He shot back as Sam stopped, shifted his hip out and crossed his arms.

Sam rolled his eyes to Steve, “he won't do the thing!”

“Steve get your friend”

“He's more your friend than mine these days pal,” Steve chuckled.

“Here she comes… you should see how she reacts to it, you'd understand me Steve, this one here is just an idiot.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes as Steve shrugged, shook his head and raised his hands in classic ‘I don't know’ fashion. “fine-” he bit out, stepping out between them and tipping his head down and looking up at you.

Today couldn't get worse. Today everything was wrong. Today every file that was sent to you was backwards or upside down, some were even corrupted and Tony thought it was the funniest shit, as if you could be any later now you had to do a quick debriefing of the three stooges that were currently coming back in from a mission and really as if you didn't get enough shoved on your plate– wonderful, you perked up realizing the three were right there, together, you could get it done in five minutes as long as you heckled them.

You could just stare at Steve or Sam. They were good, wholesome, wonderful guys that were not the sergeant. Not that Bucky wasn't wholesome or handsome– actually he was very handsome, distractingly so, especially when he smiled, or put his hand through his hair, or just breathed in your general vicinity.

Speaking of the Sergeant you saw him step forwards and meet your gaze, head dropping, hair shifting forwards to frame his face, lips pressed down and bright blue eyes focused on you.

Your brain flat lined.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her determined steps halting, Bucky cocked his head to the side and was surprised when she did an abrupt about face and practically RAN back in the direction she had come from. He shoved a hand into his face.

Great, now you were scared of him, as if he didn't have enough trouble figuring out what to say to you. Now you wouldn't show your face around him.

Steve guffawed, bringing Bucky back out of his depressed thoughts. “Good gawd Buck, I forgot the effect you had on a woman.”

“What?!” He demanded, “she ran out of here in fear for her life!” Sam cracked, a howl of laughter spilling forth, Bucky clenched his fists, “you think that's funny?”

Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder, “that wasn't fear man! That girl wants you, she wants you real bad.”

Bucky jerked back, blinking hard. “No.”

Steve nodded as he looked over at him. “That wasn't fear pal, that was panic, I can tell you this much – Y/N is quiet because when she does speak she can't keep her mouth in check, which usually tends to land her in hot water.”

Bucky turned to Sam, who was wiping away a few tears, “she has literally called us both hot, but said there was no way she would date us.”

“But when I asked her for her opinion on you–” Steve laughed, but sobered and leveled a look at him, “buddy, ya need to talk to her.”

“It was pretty colorful,” Sam murmured

“What did she say?” Bucky asked.

Sam shook his head, looking over at Steve, “did you see the way she shivered at the look?”

Steve nodded laughing as he moved around Bucky, “makes you realize what she said had to be true.”

Sam gasped as the two continued to walk, “Y/N! She really is full of surprises! Scandalous!!!”

“WHAT DID SHE SAY?!” Bucky cried following the two.

#the Look #james bucky barnes #quick fic #sam wilson #steve Rogers #reader

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mera-k1 · 5 days

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Hiii! I would like to request Ryoga, Allen, and Shogo waking up to a blowjob from gn!reader! If you simply don't want to write this, that is perfectly fine! I love your writings, have a wonderful day, and thank you for reading!

hi, nonnie! thank you for enjoying my writings~ hope you enjoy this one too!

Waking Up To A Blowjob

Allen, Shogo, Ryoga x gn!reader

-smut, oral (character receiving), i did short scenario for allen & ryoga but i'm still learning shogo so only did hcs.. (his is last for anyone interested), shenanigan's with allen bc it's allen., FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!!

waking up was hard for anyone. allen especially. even pulling his blanket cocoon apart wasn't enough to wake him up when he stayed up late working on his lyrics. even with your gentle voice urging him to wake up, he wouldn't budge much. continuing to grumble that it was far too early to wake up yet.

"too earlyyy, babe..." you could hear him mumble as he smushed his face back into the pillow. when you briefly left the room to check if hajun and anne were home. it felt like today was your lucky day when you saw that both were out. the only plate of breakfast that was left was undoubtedly for allen. and both of their doors were open? a quick check confirmed that neither were home, confirming your assumption.

walking back into his room, you found in his sleepiness, he had grabbed his blanket you left on the floor and laid on his back like a starfish. and yet this was the man you still loved with your whole heart. his drool and all. maybe. carefully, you crawled onto the bed, sitting between his legs and slowly pushing the blanket up past his waist.

"mmmgh.." a tired grumble from allen made you freeze and look up as he rubbed his eyes and pulled the blanket up to his chin now. a sigh of relief left you. hesitantly, you pulled his sweats down to his upper thigh, careful not to brush your cool hands against his warm skin and shock him awake, which you had done accidentally many times before... today was not another time you were willing to repeat the action.

fishing his dick out of his boxers, you ran your thumb over the tip a few times. allen wasn't particularly hard to turn on so it didn't take much effort from you at all. as you leaned down and hollowed your cheeks to take his dick in your warm mouth, you felt him twitch in his sleep, hips bucking briefly into your mouth. a hand on his thigh beside you and the other on the rest of his dick you couldn't accommodate in your mouth, you began to bop your head up and down.

seeing as he was still not.. super experienced, you expected him to cum in your mouth before he even woke up. to your surprise though, he woke up, a loud gasp left his mouth as he shot up from his sleeping position, the blanket that was pushed up on his chest falling down onto you.

"allen.." you hissed, albeit you weren't necessarily mad, just annoyed at the blanket toppling onto you as you sucked him off. your hand kept stroking him as you sat up to push the blanket off. "you awake now, handsome?" you teased, your thumb running over his tip as it made it's way to the top again.

"y-yeah... fuck. keep doing that, please..." a whine left his lips as he threw his head back. a teasing smile danced onto your lips.

"will do~"

ryoga being on parole has got to be one of the best things that's ever happened to you both. now you could give him all sorts of things! like actual hugs and kisses! and blowjobs! of course, cuddling as well! it was a good thing he wasn't opposed to any of it. after all, he had agreed to move in with you when he told you they were letting him out on parole. not like he had elsewhere to go though...

to be fair though, he really enjoyed it! so you weren't worried that he was going to up and leave you just like that. not when you could give him so much now! blowjobs specifically.

you weren't sure if he'd ever had a blowjob before seeing as he mentioned when you both had sex for the first time that he'd never had an interest in dating anyone before you. not that you were complaining, of course. you'd love to be his first everything. that's what makes it more special right? and who doesn't love a good, thoughtful surprise in the mornings? like breakfast in bed! although... he wasn't going to be the one getting any breakfast...

it had taken you a good ten minutes to escape his arms. his cuddling seemed to consist more of him keeping you pressed as close to his muscular chest as he could... possibly to protect you but it was a pain to get out of in the mornings.

as you moved down to sit between his legs, the sheets made it feel impossible to stay quiet about your 'surprise'. unfortunately, you didn't think you could get his shorts down when he was laying down so instead, you opted for forcing them down as much as you could manage before you pulled out his thick cock.

thankfully, ryoga was a heavier sleeper than most so he didn't wake at your struggle. you felt your face get hot when you pulled out his dick and stared for a moment. it wasn't as if you'd never seen it before but... sometimes you forgot how big it was when it was flaccid... nonetheless, you got yourself to work. and hoped he wouldn't sleep through it...

you flattened your tongue on the underside of him, licking a long stripe up to the tip, your lips engulfing the tip while flicking your tongue the head of him. a low groan sounded from the man in front of you, a large hand finding it's place on the back of your head, fingers tangling themselves in your hair.

"shit.. what the hell're you doin'?" ryogas voice was heavy with sleep. you were sure he knew what you were doing when he almost hesitantly pushed your head down to take as much of his cock into your mouth. "that's- fuck- how you oughta do it, right?"

-shogo is a whining mess when you wake him up with a blowjob. he can't help it! he wasn't expecting such pleasure so early in the morning so how can you blame him?

-please do ask him before you just suddenly surprise him with it. i think he'd want to mentally prepare himself knowing that he could wake up one day to it... so just ask him if it's okay first!

-he's a very light sleeper though, the moment he feels you sucking him off, he can't help but wake right up, an almost shocked look on his face when he looks down and sees your lips wrapped around him.

-and! he want's to return the favor by giving you oral as well! if you're okay with that, of course. he's okay with returning the favor in other ways if that's what you wanted but he insists on returning the favor and helping you get off too!

#♡ fics ♡#paradox live x reader #paradox live smut #paralive x reader #allen sugasano x reader #allen smut #ryoga smut #ryoga tosa x reader #shogo smut #shogo yamato x reader

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mysticmellowlove · 7 months

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Game of Life - Incident

a/n - day one of kinktober starts off with a bang, and an introduction to a new regular. I've finally given streamer a name! anyway this year might be a little wild because I'm currently being buried in schoolwork but we'll see how it goes. (just as a note, not every kinktober post will be like this <3)

warnings - masturbation, non-con, gn reader, sub male, sub yandere

word count - 860

Seth's breathing picked up as he looked down at his sugar. He hadn't meant to sneak into their house, nor had he meant to break their lock... it wasn't entirely his plan either. He looked down at the dimly lit screen in front of him, a Patreon... a private and 'highly' selective Patreon. One that he set up so his big spenders could indulge themselves.

He knew that he was living in the palms of these rich viewers but at this point he didn't mind. It was a give and take relationship and for him to give back... he'd have to share his one true love. It didn't matter though, he was going to be the one touching them.

Back to what was happening at the moment...

The livestream had been running for only a few moments and yet there were all hundred and ten subscribers in the chat. He positioned the camera a little more over their body and watched as the comments began to roll in. For a moment he felt jealous that they were getting to see his sugar in such a compromising position but it was because of them that he even got to see sugar like this.

If they hadn't linked him to some articles on the deep web about lockpicking then he wouldn't be here.

Still he found his hand shaking as he looked down at them, sleeping so peacefully before him. They were tangled in the covers, summer was making their room incredibly hot after all. Their old shirt was halfway up their torso, exposing their tummy to him and the camera. The skin looked supple, good enough to bite into... leave his mark on them.

He swallowed and looked at the camera before moving it closer to their face so the subscribers could see. They were cooing at them in the comments.... his hand shook.

'Such a good mod, why don't you leave them something so they know how much we appreciate them?'

The comment was the only thing he could focus on as his heart rate picked up. The chat was full of encouragement, telling him that if he wanted to show them how much he loved them then he should leave them a present. Cover them in his seed, put his devotion on display. Some had already started, stating that their fingers were aching at the rough pace they had set.

Gingerly he looked down at his slacks and slowly peeled them down enough so his cock could jump out. He was hard, the tip an angry purple... a few months ago he would've wondered why he had gotten so whipped over seeing them like this. But now... now he understood. The kind words, the dedication they put into making his twitch chat a nice place... the way they would banter with not only him but some of the other viewers in their discord.

With one hand he held the camera and with the other he fisted his cock, tensing at the sudden sensation. He couldn't help but buck into his fist as he looked down at the vulnerable person in front of him, none the wiser that he was jerking himself over their sleeping body... wishing that he was buried deep inside them.

A quiet groan left his mouth as his eyes screwed up, pictures of both his and their spent bodies flashed past his mind. He had been working on making his home more comfortable, pillows and blankets basically littered every surface. He was teaching himself to cook, how to properly clean and he was getting a good stream of income from his twitch. All so he could house them comfortably, all so the only thing they would have to do was let him fuck them... or better yet treat him like their own personal toy.

Shoving him over the bench as he cooks, sucking him off under the table, palming his cock as they showered together, resting into him during baths... letting his cock sit inside them as they slept.

His hips stuttered as he felt himself release, his cock spurting ropes of cum over their tummy, some even landed on their shirt. He watched as the liquid rested on their skin, shining under the light of his camera. The chatters.... they were sending heart emojis... telling him how they waited until he had finished on them before they came themselves... how they wanted to be there to lick the cum from their skin just to see how it tasted. His cheeks went aflame...

Quickly he made his way back through their apartment and shut the door behind them, toying with the lock before ultimately giving up and running back to his own apartment. As soon as the door shut he sank to his knees, his eyes glued to the screen as his subscribers told him how he was a good boy, how they'd be grateful... how they knew that he'd treat them well...

And if this was what it was like, to share someone with them, then he didn't mind at all.

#sub male #sub yandere #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #gn reader #yandere male

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dangerpronebuddie · 2 months

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Writing Patterns

Tagged by @thekristen999 thank you dear!💜🩷

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I think I'm okay at setting the tone of a fic, but sometimes I'm not sure. Let's see...

Baby, I'm Never Gonna Leave You

“Did you know over sixteen hundred California residents have been murdered by serial killers since 1900?” Buck asked, staring down at his phone. Eddie turned the ambulance down a side street. “That's not creepy at all,” he drawled.

Lost Control And Rang Your Bell

Why Buck bought it, Eddie still doesn't understand. Why Buck felt Eddie needed (let alone wanted) any half sentient device anywhere near his property, Eddie doesn't know.

The Only Thing He Has To Fear

Buck picks at the fraying edge of the scratchy hospital blanket, glancing up every now and then when a familiar head passes by the small window in the door. Buck's kinda glad he's hesitating. He just didn't know why. And he's too scared to wonder.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night (from chapter one)

Buck was making a lot of fuss over nothing. It was a scrape. Nothing major, or even life threatening. It stung like hell, but it wasn't bad.

My Life Is Gonnto Be Bee-u-tiful

“Looks like we're gonna be playing it old school for a while,” Buck says, watching as Eddie places- of all things- a digital thermometer in the pile of junk he's collecting. He wonders if Eddie plans on burning it all.

They Say She's Gone Too Far (This Time)

"If this one doesn't go anywhere, Pepa can just forget it," Eddie said with a wave of his hand. "Cancelling dinner with Tia Pepa." Eddie scowled at his smart watch. "Would you butt out?"

One That Makes Me Feel (Like I Feel When I'm With You)

Buck was distracted. And that probably wasn't safe, considering he was acting as a ventilator in a dark ER lobby.

The Pain Is UnBEARable

Eddie folded his arms and watched the fourth rematch, leaning against the engine beside Bobby, who rubbed his forehead with a sigh that most likely made his lungs cave in. Buck, Hen, Chim, and Ravi had already spent more than enough daylight bickering over the issue. Eddie didn't even get involved. He'd much rather admire the forest than participate in whatever it was the others thought they were accomplishing.

I Could Scare Less About Your Costume

In the end, it was all Karen's fault. Eddie would swear on any holy object offered that Karen Wilson was wholly responsible for all of it.

Spirits Moving Musically

"Buck, do you have any idea how many calls we get to those places?" Eddie folded a shirt he was almost certain was Buck's and shifted his phone to his other ear and shoulder. "I know, I know, but it just seems so cool!" Buck persisted. Eddie heaved a sigh. Okay, maybe it did. But... "Do you remember the call with the bats during my probie year? Or the one last year when the guy got his finger chopped off by the guillotine? Or I dunno, last week, when the banshee got stuck in her harness?"

Absolutely no pressure tagging: @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @daniwib @steadfastsaturnsrings @exhuastedpigeon @13shadesofanni @ronordmann @tizniz and anyone who wants to! 🥰🩷

#tag game #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #fanfic #911 abc #my writing #i cant believe ive written this much

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half-oz-eddie · 4 months

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You swore 💔

Part 3

Half socmed half fic where Steve gets more than he bargained for when he starts cheating on his girlfriend with the hot cashier from the boutique near his job.

18+

<- Part 1 <-Part 2 Part 4->

6:30 the next morning, Steve was woken up by his phone dinging repeatedly.

Steve quickly fell back asleep. He wasn't much of a morning person, especially not on his day off. Not even 10 minutes later, Steve was woken back up by Billy’s mouth on his cock.

He grabbed hold of Billy’s soft hair, bucking his hips and letting himself slide into Billy’s throat. He loved being woken up like this. It was everything dreams were made of, and having someone as beautiful as Billy slurping on his cock was almost enough to make him a morning person.

“Good morning, baby.” Steve moaned out. “Feels so good.”

Billy continued on until Steve’s legs were shaking, then he kissed his way up to Steve’s lips to give him a proper good morning.

“Morning, pretty boy.”

Steve smiled widely. “God, I missed you.”

“Steve, I wanna tell you something.”

“You can tell me anything, baby.”

“I uh..." He nervously chuckled, averting Steve's eyes. "I...love you. I know I’m a lot to handle, but it’s just because I wanna be with you so bad.”

“C’mere” Steve pulled Billy into his arms, peppering his forehead with kisses. “I wanna be with you too. Just give me a little more time and I’m all yours, I swear.”

“You don’t love me the way I love you, do you?” Billy asked dejectedly.

“It’s not that." Steve shook his head. "I just—I don’t wanna say it when I’m already making such a mess of things.”

“I wanna hear it anyway. Say it.”

“Okay...I love you too.”

Steve enjoyed a wonderful, relaxing day with Billy. They spent all afternoon chatting and bonding. Billy even felt safe enough to tell Steve about the abuse he experienced at home.

“I wanna get away from there someday. Maybe we could get away together.” Billy suggested, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Steve nodded, wiping Billy’s tears and kissing him tenderly. “I’d like that too. We can go on vacation to some…nude beach or something.”

They chuckled as Billy melted into Steve’s comforting embrace, thinking about their future together.

They enjoyed the amicable silence, and Steve remembered being in this same position with Nancy the night before. It was nothing like this. Not even close.

Steve had his mind set on a future with Billy, but Nancy was so dear to him that he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her while she was dealing with her parents divorce and trying to impress everyone at her internship.

Steve’s phone dinged in his hand and Billy’s eyes immediately shifted in the direction to glance at his screen.

He scoffed and jumped out of Steve’s arms.

Steve groaned. “Jesus Christ, this girl.” He loudly whispered.

“Baby.” “What?” Billy snapped. “Your little princess needs you?”

“I’m just gonna drive her somewhere. I don’t want her to get in trouble or hurt herself.”

“What’re you talking about?”

Steve sighed. “Y’know that old lab? She’s doing some story on it for her internship. It’s government property and it’s super dangerous there. If I don’t go with her she’s gonna go alone.”

“So fucking what? She’s a big girl. She doesn’t need a babysitter. If she wants to trespass—“

“Billy. She’s still my girlfriend. I love you, but I do care about her. I’m not gonna be long. Just…stay here and hang out, okay? I’ll bring dinner, we can take a bubble bath together…I know how much you like that.” He kissed Billy’s neck. “Right? Right?”

“Mm…” Billy’s angry scowl softened as a giggle escaped him. “Yeah, yeah whatever. Go. But hurry back, or I’ll make it a problem.”

“I know you will, baby.” He stole a kiss before rushing off. “See you in a bit!”

Steve drove to Nancy’s, and escorted her to the abandoned lab.

“This is a bad idea, y’know that, right?”

“Relax. I just wanna take a few pictures, some quick notes, and then we can leave.”

“Fine. But don’t get us arrested, alright?”

“I won’t.” Nancy reassured. “Then after, maybeeee, we can get some KFC? I know you love that finger lickin’ good chicken.”

Steve thought about Billy and how he’d be waiting at home for him, but he didn’t want to blow Nancy off. Ever since her best friend died, she’d been so sheltered.

“Alright, we can stop and get some food, but after that I gotta go. I promised a friend I’d go do this thing with him—“

“Which friend? Tommy?”

“No.”

“Jason?”

Steve scoffed. “No. When do you ever see me hanging out with him?”

“I dunno, you were both on the basketball team together so I just assumed.”

Steve shook his head. “Not a chance.”

“Okay so which friend? Is it one I haven’t met yet?”

“Uh…yeah. I think so. He works at the Pool.”

“Oh! Are you talking about Chet? I didn’t know you were friends with him! He’s so nice to Mike when he goes there. He let the boys take some stuff from the shed for a prank as long as they broke down some boxes and—“

“Wa-wa-wait. We’re here. Shh.”

“Why are we shushing?” Nancy asked in a loud whisper.

“Just in case there’re any security guards around.”

“Right.”

Steve cruised around to the back entrance, keeping his eyes on the dark road.

Ding.

Ding. Ding.

“Steve why does your phone keep going off?!” Nancy questioned.

“I dunno. Maybe it’s the uh…group chat I’m in.” He lied.

Ding. Ding.

Steve sighed. He knew it was Billy, because Billy didn't give a shit if Steve was with Nancy.

He parked near the back entrance and picked up his phone to quickly reply, hoping Billy wouldn’t continue to barrage him with texts. The last thing he wanted was to make Nancy suspicious of him.

“Steve?” Nancy called out to him. “Can we go in yet?”

“Uh—oh. Sorry. I think so, yeah.”

Steve accompanied Nancy into the Lab, waited impatiently for her to take pictures and write some notes, and then they got back into his car.

“Thank you so much, Steve. My story is going to be great! I'm really gonna impress everyone at the paper!”

“I bet. I’m proud of you.”

“Hey, uh…I know we said we’d do dinner but I’d rather go home and order some takeout. Will you come hang out with me for a bit while I type some stuff up? I know you’ve got another thing but I just want your company for a liiittle while—“

“No problem, Nance. We can order Chinese from that place in the mall.”

“Great!“

Steve could never deny the joyful smile on Nancy’s face. He just hoped Billy wouldn’t be too upset.

Steve ended up having a nice time with Nancy. They talked, listened to music, ate their Chinese food and had sex.

Sex with her was different from sex with Billy. Sure, it got him off, but it didn’t have that fervent passion he craved. It was what everything was with Nancy—nice. She was nice, the sex was nice, their relationship was nice, but that was all.

In all the years they’d been together, their love hadn’t grown at all. Sometimes they felt like friends.

It was nearing 11 when Steve grabbed his phone out of the charger. He’d purposely let it die to avoid Billy getting him caught, but that was the biggest mistake he could’ve made.

He said goodbye to Nancy, turning his phone back on in the car. The texts from Billy started off cute, slowly turning from worried, to irate, to furious.

His heart raced as he drove home. He didn’t want things to end with Billy so soon. Billy just didn’t understand his relationship with Nancy. He was wrong for expecting him to deal with it but...he often felt overwhelmed by Billy's reactions.

Steve groaned and threw his phone into the passengers seat. He hurried home, catching Billy just as he descended the steps with his overnight bag.

“N-n-no—c’mon, babe. Don’t leave!” Steve begged.

Billy laughed, gritting a cigarette between his teeth. “Don’t leave? You fucking left me all day to go out with your girlfriend!”

“She just—she needed my help. She’s been going through a lot and—“

“What about me? I’m going through hell every single day and all I want—all I want is something real. Don’t my feelings matter too?”

“Yeah." Steve grabbed his shoulders. "Yeah they matter. That’s why I tried to get back to you as soon as I could. You were on my mind the entire time—“

Billy nudged Steve away. “I don’t wanna hear it, Steve.” He waved his hand.

“Please, please don’t leave me." Steve implored. "Let’s go back upstairs and talk.”

Steve didn’t plan on talking, but he did plan on persuading.

He sweet talked Billy into his bed with all the things he wanted to hear. "I love you" "I need you" This is only temporary" "I swore, remember?" "Let's do it without a condom" and he pounded his ass raw.

“You’re the only one I can fuck like this.” He whispered into Billy’s ear.

Billy’s eyes rolled back when Steve’s cock made its way deep inside him. He moaned helplessly as he gripped Steve’s shoulders for dear life.

This was the first time they fucked without a condom and it was certainly reassuring to Billy that he was special to Steve. The gentle words of affirmation Steve whispered through his thrusts were pretty damn convincing, too.

“Cum in me!” He desperately pled.

“I will, baby.” Steve moaned in response. “You feel amazing.”

“Say it. Say you love me.”

“I love you.” He kissed his neck. “I love you.” He kissed his cheek. “I really love you.” He kissed his lips as he continued to thrust inside, swallowing every loud moan and taking all the scrapes on his shoulders while Billy held on tight.

“You gonna stay?” Steve asked, his hazy eyes filled with hope.

“Mmhm.” Billy nodded without hesitation, unable to refuse the guy with his cock buried so deep inside him.

They continued to kiss, Billy’s whimpers being swallowed with every thrust.

Steve broke away to gaze into Billy’s eyes as he spilled into him, softly moaning his name, slowly thrusting until he’d emptied himself inside him.

Even though he’d come home later than he said he would, even though he smelled like Nancy’s perfume, and even though he had a small hickey on his neck that wasn’t there when he left…

He swore, and Billy wanted to believe him.

So he stayed.

#you swore #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fanfiction #ivy.doc #socmed au

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