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cowboy like me chapter eleven

howdy everyone it's me again 🤠 latest chapter of cowboy like me is now yours. do with it as you wish. love u all so much. see ya soon x

pairing: dbf!joel x fem!reader

summary: your relationship with joel is getting harder and harder to hide, especially when a surprise visit from your dad threatens to spoil your romantic weekend

warnings: 18+ (minors dni!!!) reader is a lil hungover, gluten bagels, lots of LIES, reader and joel being horny devils, gene kelly, unprotected piv sex, sex tape, praise kink, fluff, cockwarming, angst!!! and pain!!!!, reader and joel fight, cheating....??, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 48), cursing

word count: 8.4k

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You wake in the same position you fell asleep in just hours ago: curled up in Joel’s bed, the curve of his body safely encasing yours. His lips are still by your ear, breath gentle against your lobe. You lean over to lift your phone from the nightstand.

8:14. You’ve had less than four hours’ sleep.

Below the time there’s a text message, sent a couple hours ago.

Dad: Remember to take the trash out before you pass out kiddo. Hope you had a good night 👍

Well, that was never happening, was it? As far as your dad knows, his best friend had picked you up from Frank’s and given you a ride home. Probably walked you to the house on his steady arm, made sure you downed a glass of water before seeing you off upstairs to bed. Polite. Respectful.

Of course, your dad is blissfully unaware that, in actual fact, at 6AM you were in said best friend’s bed, pressed up against him, no clothes between you, fast asleep. Definitely not making sure the trash was out.

The bright screen burns into your eyes as you squint at the notification below his text, decorated with alarm emojis – your way of ensuring you remembered to get back before him. DAD HOME stares back at you ominously, eventually persuading you to push yourself up off the mattress, loosen Joel’s lazy hold on your waist, and slip out of bed.

Joel, still asleep, rolls across your side of the bed onto his stomach when you sit up, sighing into your pillow as you prop yourself on the edge of the bed. You sit for a minute, dumb smile wide across your lips with no one to conceal it from, staring at him. Studying every part of him in his content, sleepy state.

The sharp curve of his jawline, the flecks of gray through his beard. The soft brush of hair falling on his forehead, deep brown curling just above his eyebrows. His toned shoulder, round and strong, flexing some with the grip his arm has around your pillow. His face buried in the cotton, breathing you in.

You jump when your phone starts vibrating in your hand, pad across to the door and slip out, closing it gently behind you.

“Hello?” you whisper.

Your dad’s voice is like a foghorn in your hungover ear. “Mornin’, kiddo! Wake ya?”

You wince, clutching your forehead as the quick movement from Joel’s bed to his hallway catches up with your aching brain. “Mighta done, yeah.”

He chuckles. The car hums in the background while he talks, meaning he yells even louder to compensate. “I’m about an hour out, thought I’d bring in some breakfast. You want anythin’?”

“I’m good with whatever. You’ll be back soon?”

“Nine-thirty or so, looks like. Why?”

“Nothin’, just wondered. I’ll see you in a bit, then.”

“Hey, d’you take the trash out?”

“Uh, I can’t– You’re breakin’ up, there, Dad, I’ll see you when you get home. Alright, cool, see ya then, bye.”

You cut his babbling voice and hang up, clutching the phone to your chest, close your eyes and exhale. When you swing back into the room quietly, Joel’s still sleeping.

You slip back into your dress and pull your boots on, scanning the room for your panties. No sign of them, though, and it’s not like you got all the time in the world to search. They’re probably underneath Joel’s deadweight body, anyway.

You tiptoe over to the side of the bed and crouch, kissing his neck softly.

He stirs, hand lets go of the pillowcase and finds yours, intertwining your fingers sleepily.

“I gotta go, baby,” you whisper, running your fingers through his unkempt hair.

His voice mumbles into the cotton, deep and groggy. You catch the tail end of his sentence: “…give you a ride.”

“No,” you reply, laughing a little as you sweep hair from his forehead. “I’m good, I’ll walk. You sleep. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Text me when you’re…home…”

The words barely pass through his lips as he begins to drop off again, and you kiss his head before straightening up, grabbing your bag, and heading downstairs.

You dip into the kitchen before you go, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. You’re fucking parched. Hungover, exhausted, you roll the freezing cold bottle across your forehead. It does little to soothe the throbbing pain, but it takes the edge off of it for a few seconds before you’re slinging the bottle under your arm and searching through Joel’s cupboard.

You steal a bagel. Feels kinda hard, probably a day past its best, but it’ll do. You set off, picking at the dry bread as you walk, holding it between two fingers as you gulp at the water.

It’s the blandest walk of shame that ever happened.

Twenty minutes later and you’re pushing through your front door, fucking drenched in sweat. Your jacket’s tied around your waist, leather hot and stiff. You toss your keys on the kitchen counter and collapse into the couch, letting your heartrate settle and waiting for the room to stop pulling in and out of focus.

Your head is pounding now, your throat feels like sandpaper. Your body aches, though if you’re honest with yourself, you’re not sure that’s just from the hangover.

Once you’re in a fitter state, pulse no longer beating through your eyeballs, you head upstairs and tears your clothes off to jump in the shower. You keep it on a low heat, only warm, and it soothes your skin and flushes the smell of alcohol, sweat, and Joel down the drain.

You’re back in the kitchen, hunched over the counter nursing a coffee, when your dad waltzes through the front door. You lift your towel-wrapped head from your hand and look up.

“Well, hello,” he calls. “I notice ours is the only house in the street with no tra–”

“How was your trip?” you cut in, eyes screwing shut.

“Ha. Good. Nice drive, up that way. I got us bagels. Want one?”

Sometimes it’s like some twisted fucker is sat writing this comedy into your life. He brought home bagels? After you just choked one down walking home in the blistering heat? Whatever, dude.

“Thanks,” you mutter flatly against your mug, reaching out for the paper bag he’s offering.

Your dad lifts his own bagel, takes a huge bite, then looks up at you and gives an enthusiastic thumbs up. When you bite into yours, you’re…less enthusiastic. It does taste better than the dry one you just had, though. The cream cheese helps.

“I, uh…I’ll be headin’ out again soon,” you tell him.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Staying at Anna’s tonight,” you lie, setting your coffee down. “Said we’d have a pool day.”

He nods, mouth full of food. “Sounds nice, kiddo. Nice day for a tan. Hey, uh, how was Joel?”

You almost choke on your bagel. “Wh-what?”

“Joel. He alright?”

You shrug, picking at the bread. Unable to meet your dad’s eye. “I dunno. Why don’t you ask ‘im? I don’t know how he is.”

He stares at you. Brows knit, a line between them pointing upward. “I was just wonderin’…since he…He did pick you up last night, right?”

Oh, fuck.

“Oh,” you bat a hand, tucking it back under the counter when you notice it trembling. “Oh, right. I thought you meant this morning. Yeah, he was fine. He…Yeah. Fine.”

“Uhuh,” your dad nods, eyes narrow.

You don’t have the energy or the brainpower to be convincing. Not right now. There’s alcohol still drying up in your blood, muscles still tight from that fucking hike home, and your mind isn’t even in the room with your dad right now. It’s elsewhere – wrapped up in Joel’s bedsheets with him.

“I hope you didn’t keep him up too late.”

“It was, like, 2AM or somethin’. Wasn’t so bad. He said he was up watching TV anyways. So.”

He seems to believe this – swallows it down with the last few bites of his breakfast. You continue chatting, covering over your blunder like packing dirt back into a hole in the earth, conversation drifting from how your girls night went, to how his trip was, to an awkward apology for ‘forgetting’ the trash. He won’t let that go, will he?

But it’s short-lived. Soon, you both fall into silence, and the air between you feels muggy. Thick with lies and secrecy. Things you can’t say – I wanted a McDonald’s, but Joel wouldn’t budge, then I caught him watching Grey’s Anatomy, did you know he’s only slept with ten – I mean nine people?

Your dad glances up a few times, studies your face. You hide behind your bagel, guilt and shame across your cheeks like a wine stain. But he only smiles pleasantly, until he’s throwing the last bite into his mouth and rubbing his hands together, announcing he’s going for a shower.

“I’ll take your bag to your room,” you crumble the paper wrapped inside your fist, toss it across to him, “I gotta pack anyways.”

“Thanks, kiddo,” he says, patting your back as you pass him.

You don’t look back when you lift the leather straps of his bag and lug it upstairs.

It drops from your clutches with a thud at the foot of his bed. And then you’re quite literally skipping through to your own room, grabbing a black tote from your closet and blindly tossing clothes into it. A spare t-shirt, underwear, socks. Who gives a fuck what you pack? You’re going to Joel’s – the clothes will probably last five minutes on your body before you’re peeling them off again.

One thing you do take time picking is your bikini, opting for a red strappy one. Your old roommate once told you it made you look like you were in an episode of Baywatch. Which, y’know, seems like Joel’s kinda thing.

Your dad’s stood by his bed, hair damp from his shower, unpacking his bag when you emerge from your room.

“That you leaving your old man?” he asks with a tut, folding a t-shirt onto the mattress in front of him.

You wander through, sweet smile on your face, and kiss his cheek. “See ya tomorrow.”

“Have fun, honey.”

And then you’re gone. Straight back to Joel’s.

You’ve been away a couple hours, if that, but when you wander up his driveway, he’s not home. He keeps a spare key under a plant by his door, so you let yourself in. Sink back into his couch, throw on an old episode of Love Island while you wait. Twenty minutes later, his truck pulls up and he shoulders the door open, grocery bags in his arms.

“Hi, baby,” he says, leaning down to kiss your head as he passes.

You switch the TV off and follow him through to the kitchen to help him unpack, rocking into his side as you empty the bags with a giggle.

“He ask?”

You shake your head, chewing on a Twizzler.

“Nothin’? Really?”

“Didn’t really give him time to,” you reply. “Had breakfast, grabbed my stuff, left. And I parked a couple streets away, just on the off-chance.”

Joel looks down at you with a hesitant smile on his lips. He steals the Twizzler from between your teeth and puts it in his own mouth.

“Dick,” you mumble, and he chuckles quietly.

“You know, darlin’…all this lyin’, covering our tracks, I…”

“Joel,” you lean into him, standing on your tiptoes to peck his lips. “I don’t care. There’s nowhere else in the world I wanna be. Just with you. He’ll find somethin’ to do, you know he will.”

He gazes at you for a few seconds, eyes flitting back and forth between yours. You lean your head back and his arm snakes around your waist, squeezing you into his side.

“Trouble,” he mutters, taking a six-pack of beer over to the fridge.

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The summer sun blazes down over Joel’s backyard, and the pair of you spend the afternoon by his pool, keeping cool by having a dip every now and then. The red bikini is, as it turns out, a hit: Joel can’t keep his eyes – or his hands – off you, anytime you push up off your lounge chair and slink over to the pool edge, slipping in beside him.

You lock your arms around his neck, legs lazily draped over his hips as he floats you both through the water, and turn your head to the sky; eyes shut, the inside of your lids bright red with the sun screaming down through them. Joel idly kisses your chest, lips curving around your collarbones.

“I like this,” you say, looking down at him. Droplets run down the ends of his dark hair, beads of water rolling down his temples. “I could get used to it.”

“Wish we could,” he replies, bucking you up under his forearms. “I like it, too.”

It feels nice, if a little bit of an ache. Hearing him talk like that. Everything you two ever say, no matter how thick with sincerity, is laced with threat. Wish we could. Because you never will be able to get used to it, right? Something will always be swimming underneath you, a black shadow that disappears whenever you attempt one good glance at it.

Something always threatening to spill your secrets. Something threatening to blow everything apart.

Joel lifts a hand to cup the back of your head and pulls your lips down to meet his, moving backward until his back hits the wall of the pool. Your teeth pick up his bottom lip, tongue slips past into his mouth, and he groans, smiling into the kiss.

You begin to feel him harden under his trunks, and you grind your core against him.

“Inside?” he breathes between kisses.

“Mhm,” you whine, and he drags you out of the pool back into the house.

You spend the entire day following a pattern: eat, chill, tease, fuck. Eat, chill, tease, fuck. As the sun begins to melt behind the trees lining Joel’s backyard, you’ve spend more time on your knees, underneath, or on top of Joel than you have actually tanning.

Can you blame yourselves? Whenever you get alone time with no risk of being caught, it’s hard to keep your hands off one another. With no reason to keep quiet or hidden, you can fuck around all you want without a care in the world, right?

Right.

You order pizza, laze in the slow-dying sun to eat it, talking about nothing and everything before one of you steers the conversation and, before you know it…your bikini bottoms are pushed to the side, or otherwise torn from your body.

Eat, chill, tease, fuck. It’s too easy.

When the yard is finally drowned by dusk, Joel grabs some blankets and you spend the evening on his couch, talking some more and then deciding which movie to watch. You’ve never seen Singin’ in the Rain. Joel takes obscene offense to this fact.

“What kind of film student ain’t seen Singin’ in the Rain?”

“We actually did study it for one of my classes,” you mutter, tossing popcorn into your mouth. “Flicked through the important parts. Wasn’t my thing.”

“Well, you gotta watch the whole film. It’s a classic. Won at the Oscars ‘n everythin’.”

His enthusiasm almost makes you hold back – the way he’s sat on the edge of his seat, twisted around to chastise you properly for your ignorance of musical film. This could be the most animated you’ve ever seen him – over Gene Kelly. So, you almost bite your tongue.

Almost.

“Didn’t it…famously get nothing?”

His face sours in a heartbeat. Expression drops like a sack of bricks. He turns away from you and throws himself back into the couch, grumbling. “Alright, smartass. Watch it, and we’ll talk after.”

“I’m just sayin’, it–”

“We’ll talk. After.”

It’s still not your thing. For a multitude of reasons, but the newest one, the most difficult of all to let go: you can’t get the way Joel spoke out of your mind.

Just shut you right up, didn’t he? With three flat words, and a look in his eye that warned you not to push him. But fuck, you want to. You want to make him talk. Now.

Fifteen minutes into the film, you sit forward and swipe his phone from the coffee table.

“What are you doin’?” he asks in that monotone voice, the one he always uses whenever you’re pissing him off. Whenever you’re…getting to him.

“Bored,” you state, thumbs tapping in his passcode. You’ve been around him enough by now, studying every little move he makes, to just absorb dumb little things about him like the fact that his passcode is 0908, because those are the three numbers his thumb can reach easiest.

The phone clicks open and your eyes dance over the screen, deciding which app to load first.

Joel says your name. Just once. But it’s enough.

You angle your head in his direction. Bat your eyelashes.

“Enough. Watch the damn movie, would ya?”

Your head rolls back around to his phone. You click the photos app.

Joel curses under his breath, shaking his head and turning back to the screen. His eyes are boring into the pixels, mumbling things you’re too busy scrolling through his camera roll to listen to.

It’s mostly screenshots. Contracts, invoices, receipts. Boring Joel stuff. There’s the odd photo of his backyard, a few where the sunset rips across the tops of the trees in a fiery glow. They’re a little tilted, a little off balance. You smile at his attempt at photography.

“You gotta learn how to straighten your pictures, dude.”

“Took that for you,” he utters through a mouthful of popcorn. “Thought you’d like the sky with the trees in front, ‘n all.”

“Coulda text me it,” you say, letting him swipe through the photos to show you, each one from a slightly different angle to get more of the trees in, crop the pool out, hide the horrendous rosebush his neighbor has creeping over his fence.

He shrugs, pulling his hand away. “Musta been distracted by all the dumb stuff you send me.”

“Fine, no more funny videos. You’ve done it now, Miller.”

He chuckles and his attention turns back to the film. You’re slowly creeping further back through his pictures – measurements for something he’s building, different thicknesses of lumber propped against each other under the fluorescent light of Home Depot. And then –

You recognize the huge arching window first. Sunlight casting across a white tablecloth, polished cutlery shimmering. The velvet curtains in the background, and the made-up diners dotted around behind you and Sarah, both grinning into her phone camera.

“When did you…?”

Joel’s lips press the crown of your head. “Saw her gettin’ her phone out ‘n thought it’d be a nice picture from that angle, too.”

“Joel…” you breathe, eyes stuck on the image of your swollen cheeks, more centered in the frame than Sarah’s brown curls.

Your thumb swipes once and there’s a second photo: Sarah’s arm is lowered, she’s typing out her caption. You’re still smiling, looking over her shoulder as she selects the perfect cocktail of emojis.

She’s barely in the frame. It’s all you. Only you.

“I can’t believe you,” you whisper, limp hands dropping the phone to your stomach.

“’s just a photo, baby.”

And he’s right. Or – he’d be right, if it weren’t the only two photos of a human being in his entire camera roll. The only person he deems worth taking a picture of. The only one, in amongst trees, and emails, and wooden planks. The things that make up Joel, in your mind. His work, his home, and…you.

As quick as the thought delights you, it’s already terrifying you. Thrill barging through your veins, competing with fear to shock through your system the hardest.

“Alright,” you mutter, switching to his camera app and turning the phone to aim at him, “just a photo.”

You watch on the screen as he gives you a telling glance, holds his hand up to block the lens, and says, “Baby. Will you put that–? Hey. Watch the damn movie, now.”

“No,” you reply, avoiding his palm to snap a picture of his face. You twist in your seat until you’re at a ninety-degree angle to him, your feet in his lap, pulling a cushion to swipe at his attempts to grab the phone. “No, c’mon. We gotta fill your camera roll with more ‘n just contracting stuff.”

“Oh, do we?”

“Yeah.”

Your thumb swipes to video mode, hitting the bright red button and giggling when Joel’s deadpan face turns to watch you behind his phone.

“Quit – it,” he chuckles, swatting the phone from his face.

“You wanna watch a movie, maybe I wanna make one.”

His stare darkens. A smirk pulls at the corners of his lips. You hear it how he heard it seconds after, and you mirror his expression.

“Enough,” he tells you again, voice low, but it’s less of a telling as it is…a warning.

You put the phone down. Lock it, slide it across the couch to Joel. Silent. Giving him the choice.

His fingers lock around it, clicking the button to light the screen back up. He studies it for a second, deliberating, and then leans forward, setting it on the coffee table.

When you turn to look, the phone is sat on its side, screen reflecting back the image of the two of you; Joel, sat upright in the couch, and you, strewn out beside him. The oversized shirt you’re wearing has ridden up past your underwear, pooling on your stomach.

He’s staring at you. You can see it in his phone. You turn to look back, and he lifts his palm. Ball’s back in your court.

“Turn the TV off,” you mutter. You’re not fucking him with Singin’ in the Rain in the background.

He keeps his eyes on you, reaching for the remote. The screen cuts to black.

“Sure you wanna–?”

“C’mere,” you cut in, tossing the cushion and pulling him into you when he moves.

Somewhere between Joel leaning down on top of you and taking a grip of your hair in his hands, he presses the record button. The tiny ding sound shines a spotlight on you that lights your skin with nerves, a little bit of embarrassment, but…thrill. Excitement. Arousal.

Joel grinds his hips into yours and you both moan, your head falling back to allow him room to bruise your neck with his lips. His fingers knead roughly into the soft skin around your hips, pressing divots into your waist, sneaking their way up to cup your tits.

And then you’re turning, craning your neck to watch yourselves on his phone screen. Joel’s lips on your neck, his hands beneath your shirt.

He lifts his jaw for two seconds, coming up for breath and noticing your gaze.

“You wanna watch it, baby?”

You laugh in response, nodding when he turns your jaw to look at him.

In two seconds, you’re on your front, flipped by Joel’s hands. He takes your hips and lifts them, lining them with his own. You cross your arms and rest your chin atop them, watching in the reflected image as he slips his tee over his head and pulls your ass back to meet his stiff crotch.

Both of your heads are just cut out of shot. Yours at the left-hand side of the screen, and Joel’s at the top. The only recognizable traits are your hair and his beard. Those – and the sounds escaping your lips.

He wastes no time undressing you. Just lets your tee fall down your spine to your shoulders, pushes your panties to the side, and tugs his sweatpants low enough that he can comfortably slip inside you.

It’s sloppy. And quick. It barely lasts five minutes. As far as sex tapes go, it’s a pitiful attempt. But it’s hot – pretending that someone might fucking see it one day, see you and Joel, arguably doing what you do best.

And it’s even hotter seeing it from a different angle; feeling the stretch of him inside you, and watching it happen in real-time on his phone. Thinking of him rewatching it once the weekend’s over, his cock in his fist, shooting cum all over his belly.

Joel thrusts into you, pulling your ass back until you’re swallowing every inch of his cock. Your fists ball and you bite down on your arm to counter the shallow pain of him deep inside you, groaning with pleasure.

“Fuck,” he whispers from behind, slipping back only halfway and pushing in again.

You breathe a laugh, whispering, “Harder,” and he listens.

His hips crack against yours, a whimper calling from your lips, knees slipping further apart on the leather beneath you to accommodate the fucking size of him.

“Yeah? You want it harder, pretty girl?”

“Mhm,” you whine, bottom lip between your teeth.

He picks up the pace, pushing deeper every time your ass comes into contact with his hips. His skin slaps against yours, squeals of delight and pleasure cutting from your throat with each movement he makes.

Your hand slips between your legs, fingers run quick circles over your clit.

“Good girl,” he grits, “make yourself feel good, baby.”

You whine his name, forehead flat against the couch cushion as he fucks you, pleasure building between your legs like a tornado, tightening, tightening, tightening.

And then you’re being hauled up from the couch, flat against Joel’s body, cock still buried deep inside you. His hand replaces yours, his fingers on your clit, rubbing faster and harder than you think you can take.

He’s whispering in your ear like he always does. Saying everything he knows you like to hear. You’re a good girl, you’re his girl, you’re taking him so well. It’s desperate, and messy, and you know you’re both just racing to the finish line, aching for the relief that only you two know how to bring to one another.

And you cum, hard, fighting against his hold in a desperate attempt to fall flat against the couch. Joel keeps you upright, fingers slowing on your aching cunt as you clench and squeeze his cock, your orgasm ripping through your body.

He lets go of you, settling you on all fours in front of him before he pulls out, spilling all over your back.

You sink lower, ass still in the air, tits pressed against the cool leather of the couch as his warm cum slowly trickles down your spine.

Joel groans, a deep, guttural groan, still holding his cock between your ass cheeks as he stills, watching every rope of cum coating your back.

You catch your breath, panting mixed with laughing, and turn, rolling over and staring up at him. He leans back over, grabs the phone, and stops recording.

“Fuck…” you breathe.

“Fuck,” Joel agrees.

You laugh again, the last of your energy going into taking his shoulder and pulling him down against your body as he examines the footage. Tender kisses along his neck, dipping between his collarbones, listening to the grunts and groans from the speaker by your ear.

“Jesus, darlin’,” Joel breathes, eyes never leaving the screen. “We’re a fuckin’ mess.”

Your head tilts back with laughter, and Joel’s lips ghost across your throat. “We are not,” you finally reply, taking hold of the phone and scrolling quickly through the video. “I liked that part,” you turn it to show him your bodies held to one another by Joel’s strong arms.

“Yeah?” he asks behind a chuckle. Then he takes the phone from your hands, locks it, and tosses it to the other side of the couch, pulling you up into his arms until you’re sat on his lap, noses brushing against one another. “I liked all of it.”

“I like all of you,” you say, and he presses his lips to yours.

Joel kisses you gently, running his hands under your shirt and across your back, still covered in his release. He presses you closer to his body, almost painfully, as if the cotton of your shirt, the skin of your bodies, the cages of ribs inside are all keeping you too far apart from him.

You pull your jaw from his, run two delicate fingers across his lips.

“Don’t go fallin’ in love, cowboy,” you whisper.

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Joel carries you to his room just after midnight – sun-kissed, chlorine-coated, fucked-out, exhausted. He slips into bed behind you, curling his body around your frame, and, when his leg lifts to slot between yours, your hand stops it.

“No?” he asks, head lifting.

“Don’t want your thigh,” you mumble.

“How come?”

“Want you to…want somethin’ else.”

Joel understands without another word. He kisses your shoulder once, then takes your hips in both hands and pulls your ass to his front. You feel him pull the elastic of his underwear, stroke himself a couple times, and then push his tip in.

You gasp when he enters you – half-hard, slow, but even still. You’ll never get used to the feeling of him filling you, of his body connecting with yours, of him knowing and feeling you this intimately. Knowing and feeling you more intimately than anyone in your life ever has. Ever will, maybe.

When you’re full of him, he steadies. You scoot your hips back a little, and he growls in your ear.

“Careful, pretty girl.”

“Just gettin’ comfy,” you sleepily sing, almost teasingly.

He snakes one arm under your neck, cradling your head in the crook of his elbow. The other lies lazily over your waist. A satisfied sigh runs from his lips past your ear. He sounds and feels the most relaxed you’ve ever known him to be.

And you wish you could say the same.

Your eyes close over, heavy and tired, but you don’t fall asleep as quick as Joel. Something’s tugging at your heart. Something solid, that drags it down to the bottom of your stomach, and pools like ice water there. Something that nips at your lungs, stealing breath from you whenever you think too hard about it.

Something you’ve been patting down, stamping out with your foot every time the flame relights. And suddenly it feels as though the entire room just caught fire from under you.

Sheer exhaustion sends you off to sleep, with dreams of conversations and confessions you’re sure would never happen. Could never happen.

Should. Never. Happen.

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Warm water pours down over you, soaking your hair and chasing down your shoulders, your arms, past your breasts and over your stomach. You grab some more of the shampoo you’d stolen from Sarah’s bathroom and lather it up, covering your hair in it and drowning yourself under the water again.

Joel’s bathroom is one of three in his house; Sarah’s is slightly roomier, and the guest bathroom has the best water pressure, but you don’t care. Something inside you goes wild knowing you’re naked and washing in Joel Miller’s shower, even though you two have been fooling around for almost a month now.

You’re busy relishing over how perfect the last couple of days have been, wondering what breakfast Joel’s cooking up downstairs when the bathroom door bursts open.

“Hey,” he says, pulling on the shower door. “Out.”

“Huh?” you reply, eyes screwed shut, hair covered in soapy bubbles.

“I said get out. He’s here. Your damn dad’s here.”

Joel reaches around you and hands you a towel as he pulls you out of the cubicle and quickly wrings your hair for you. In a daze, you throw his tee over your shoulders and take his hand, following him out of the shower room and across his bedroom to the closet.

He turns you, hands tight on your shoulders, and ushers you inside.

“What’s he doin–?”

“I got a leaking pipe. He was passin’ by, dropped in to take a look. You stay here, do not make a sound, you hear?”

He closes over the slatted door gently, and you peer through the wood with narrow eyes. You hear footsteps approaching, your dad’s unmistakable chortle as the bedroom door is pushed open again and Joel shows him to the leaking pipe.

“Somewhere under there,” he mutters, hands resting on his knees to point to the space underneath his sink. “Had a look myself, tried some stuff, but it ain’t for fixin’.”

“Let’s have a look,” your dad bends down, groaning when his bad knees reach the tile. He’s almost shoulder deep under Joel’s cabinet, flashlight on, when Joel steals a glance in your direction.

He shakes his head, holding a hand up. Stay quiet.

He gives the room a quick scan, frantic eyes searching for any evidence of your being there. He swivels on the spot, twisting behind himself, noticing your cell on the nightstand at the same time you do.

Joel leans back, feet still rooted to the carpet, and fishes the phone between two fingers, slipping it into his back pocket. You breathe a sigh of relief.

“Ah!” your dad exclaims, and Joel shoots straight back around. “It’s your trap.”

“Is that right? I had a look at it.”

“Mhm. Is your eyesight failin’? Look at this, son.” Your dad’s hand reaches blindly behind him into his toolbox and grabs a wrench. “Just the joint’s loose.”

Joel grumbles in response.

You hear the squeak of metal as your dad tightens the pipe and then the clank of his wrench being thrown back into his toolbox. With maximum effort – thanks to his bad joints – he straightens back up alongside Joel, who thanks him.

“Better be the last of my issues.”

“Ha! So little faith in me, ol’ boy. Anyway. I’ll get out of your hair. That’s a mighty good smell comin’ from your kitchen, don’t wanna hold you back from enjoying it.”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks,” Joel says, and you can see him trying to usher your dad out.

But your dad, though you love him, is kinda fuckin’ annoying.

“Anyone special?”

“Huh?”

“You, cookin’? Naw. ‘s gotta be for someone good. Anyone comin’ over for a breakfast date? A…receptionist from a plant hire, perhaps?”

Joel’s eyes squint as he looks your dad up and down, taking his bottom lip under his teeth. “Nope,” he grumbles after a beat, with one shake of his head.

Your dad laughs a little, and then looks to something behind Joel’s back.

“Nice hat,” he scoffs, pointing a finger.

Joel doesn’t reply for a few seconds. You know he’s having the same realization you’re having: your cowgirl hat is hooked over the corner of his headboard.

He laughs. Nervously. Though maybe only you can hear that.

“Yeah, uh…yeah.”

“Looks a hell of a lot like a hat my daughter has.”

“Yeah?” Joel asks, sensing the same accusatory tone you do. Your forehead falls into your palm, hearing the almost pissed-off tone in which he asks, “And what would your daughter’s hat be doin’ in my bedroom?”

For fuck’s sake, Joel. Subtle, much?

“No, no,” your dad’s almost protesting, “I ain’t meanin’…” He sighs. “You know what I meant. Alright, I’m gone. I’m outta your hair.”

His boots recede down the hallway, then downstairs. Your breath doesn’t come back until you hear his car door slam shut, and the tires drive off.

When Joel pulls the closet door back, you’re still stood, towel in your hair, head in your hands. You can’t even look at him.

He doesn’t say anything like you expect him to. No, Sorry, baby, I didn’t know he was comin’. No, Come get breakfast, I’ll make it up to you.

He just wanders off back downstairs, leaving you to get dressed by yourself.

When you enter the kitchen, he’s plating up pancakes and drizzling them in syrup just the way you like. You pass him and run a hand over his shoulder blades, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even flinch.

When you sit at the table, he puts the plate down in front of you. Silently. Then sits across from you.

You watch his every move. He picks up his knife and fork, and begins cutting into his own breakfast. Staring down at the plate. Then out of the kitchen window to the backyard. Then back to the plate.

You give his calf a light kick under the table, and his eyes lift, but only to your plate.

“You gonna eat?” he asks. Toneless. Less emotion than he talked to your dad with.

Without a word, you pick up your cutlery and start on your own pancakes, though your appetite suddenly disappears.

He made them with banana – your favorite – but the way he’s being with you right now, they taste sour and dry. You chew your way through as much as you can until you’re staring him down, desperate for him to –

“Would you just say somethin’?”

He looks up. Finally looks you in the eye. “What?”

“Say something. Get mad. Yell at me or something, I dunno.”

“Why would I yell at you?” He plants his fork into a scrap of pancake and drags his knife alongside it.

“I mean, you seem pretty mad right now.”

“I ain’t gonna yell at you.”

“But you are mad?”

Joel doesn’t reply. He leans to one side, fishes in his back pocket for something, then slides your cell across the wooden table toward you. He nods down at it, and you click to unlock it.

Dad: Hey, I’m heading over to Joel’s to check something out for him. Wanna meet me there?

Dad: If your slumber party’s over, that is

He sent them an hour ago. If you’d fucking looked, you’d have known.

“Fuck…” you whisper.

“Yeah,” Joel mutters, jaw chewing, “fuck.”

“He didn’t– I mean, he didn’t see me, though. Right?”

“He saw your hat.”

You lean back in your chair, cutlery clattering against your plate. “He didn’t know it was mine.” A smile forms on your lips, you can’t help it, but it quickly vanishes when Joel’s tone doesn’t shift. Not even a note.

“And how do I know he ain’t drive by your car on his way?”

“Aw, c’mon, man, I’m parked, like, four streets away.”

Joel shakes his head, eyebrows arched. “You’re unbelievable,” he whispers.

“Uh, okay. Thanks. Jeez.” You fold your arms and glare out to the backyard, face beginning to heat. Eyes beginning to sting. Joel’s never like this with you. Never mad, never disappointed. Never makes you feel like a kid being told off.

“I mean, your bikini’s hangin’ up out there,” he points his fork toward the backyard, “and ain’t your bag sat in my hallway? How in the hell he didn’t see that, I have no idea.”

“But he obviously didn’t, so what’s the big deal? It’s only a black tote, it could’ve been anyone’s.”

“The big deal is that he could’ve seen it, baby! And it’s not just anyone’s, is it? It’s his daughter’s.”

And the thing is – he’s not even wrong. You can’t argue back much, ‘cause you know as well as he does that everything he’s saying is true. It’s valid. Your dad would’ve walked right by that bag – twice. The same bag he saw you hook over your shoulder right before you kissed his cheek and skipped out of his room.

This whole time, you’ve been dancing on a knife edge. Waiting to be caught. You came too close this time, and Joel tells you as much.

“Alright, well, what do you want me to do? I can’t go back in time and move the damn bag. I’m sorry, Joel. I didn’t fucking mean to let him see–”

“That’s not the point,” he interjects, which is another thing Joel rarely does.

This whole argument is something Joel – something you rarely do. The two of you. The last time you saw him this animated, this angry over something, it was Arthur Kennedy eyeing you up at the barbecue. And even that – that wasn’t directed at you. He wasn’t mad at you.

“Then what’s your point?” you ask, hands slapping down on the table.

“My point is – how many times are we gonna come within touching distance of someone finding out about this? If it wasn’t Hank almost finding us upstairs, it was your dad waltzing right in while I had you fuckin’– while I was…” He sighs, and then throws his cutlery down onto his plate.

Your head drops, thinking back to the seconds of panic between your dad opening your front door and him seeing you two, an awkward, guilty distance apart. Your shorts under the couch. Your wet on Joel’s fingers.

Joel’s kitchen table blurs in and out of focus, tears swimming across your eyes. You rapidly blink them away, but they’re forming quicker than you can rid yourself of them. When he speaks again, you can’t look at him.

“Look,” he runs an almost trembling hand through his hair, rising from the table, “I gotta go. I got some things I need to do today.”

You stand to height opposite him. “You…gotta go? Right now?”

“Yes, darlin’. I got work stuff to see to.”

“Right. Sure.” You lift your plate, turning away, and hear him sigh.

“I’ll only be a couple hours. We’ll talk more when I’m back.”

You spin then, pursing your lips. “So, I’m to wait here for you? That what you’re sayin’?”

Joel’s already picking up his keys. “No…If you wanna go, you can go. Just…if you wanna talk, then stay. We’ll talk.”

You look up at him, no more words coming to the surface to say. He moves a lock of hair from your face, and heads for the door.

Wait here for him. What a fuckin’ joke.

Still, that’s exactly what you do.

You throw yourself down on his couch, flick on his TV. Put on another episode of Love Island. Think over which boy you’d pick, then decide it’d be none of them, and wonder why the hell you’re watching it in the first place.

You wander upstairs to his room. Sift through the shirts hanging in his closet – all different variations and prints of flannel because it’s Joel fucking Miller. Pull the sleeves to your nose, breathe in the smell of him. The sweet, sandalwood smell that wraps over you like a warm blanket; comforting, calming. Fix the pillows on his bed, punch out the lumps where you lay huddled against him last night, his body against – and inside – yours.

You feel hot with anger. Frustration. A little bit of guilt. It sits heavy on your head, drips down to your stomach, swirls around and mixes with the anxiety already in there. If he’d just come home, you could argue it out. Force whatever he really wants to say out of his mouth. Say a few things of your own back to him.

You never fight. It’s the one thing – you never fight. You bicker, you toss back and forth. You piss him off and he shuts you up with his words, or his lips, or with more. But you never really fight.

It’s like something’s different. As if something’s changed, right from under your feet.

Joel comes home two hours later. Lets the door shudder closed behind him, sighs as he kicks his boots off. You’re still upstairs in his room, perched on his side of the bed reading some stupid book on Alcatraz you found in a drawer.

“Baby?” he calls, and you don’t reply. You’ve little right to be as mad as you are, but he can search for you for a minute as reparation for walking out earlier.

“Hey…” he whispers when he pushes the door open, spotting you with the book resting on your thighs. “Alcatraz, huh?”

“It ain’t that good,” you huff, slamming it shut and sliding it across the nightstand.

He breathes a Hmph, then sweeps around the bed. Like he’s scared to make a sound. Like he’s trying not to be noticed. When he reaches you, he sinks into the mattress at your feet, elbow resting on your knees.

“We gotta talk.”

Do I want to hear this? you ask him with your eyes.

He sucks a deep, unsteady breath in, and his brows furrow. He sighs again.

And you know what he’s about to say.

“This…We’ve pushed this too far, now. We’re way beyond reining this in.”

You stare at his lips. Waiting for them to offer something more. When they fall silent, your gaze trails up the shape of his nose, curving around his brows and then finally falling onto his eyes. They reveal all you need to know.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. You’re not serious, right? Joel.”

“Kid, I…”

“No. What? Because of a bag?”

“Not because of a bag.” He looks you in the eye and shakes his head, whispers your name., then, “…because of the lying.”

“It’s never been a problem up until now.”

“It’s never been as bad as now. You ain’t been home in almost two days. Your dad has no idea where you are.”

“I’m not in danger, Joel.”

“You think he’d be happy? If he knew where you were really at right now? Knew you’d lied to his face this entire weekend?”

You sink back against the headboard, defeated. Desperately trying to find another way through what he’s saying. “What, then? What do we do? Come clean?”

He almost fucking laughs. Plays it off by pushing the air from his cheeks. “No. I don’t think we should…No.”

You shrug. “Then, tell me. Just fucking say it.”

Joel shakes his head, holds his hands out. “You’re lookin’ at me like I’m breakin’ this off outta the blue, baby. Like it’s comin’ outta left field.”

“So you’re breaking it off?”

“No, I’m– It’s not– I don’t…” He sighs, fingers pressing into his eyes.

You stand up, towering over him, silhouetted by the window behind you. “Just – fucking – say it. End it. I’ll go.”

“That’s not what I’m tryna do, kid.”

“What are you tryna do, then? There are two of us in this, Joel. You’ve been lying just as much as I have.”

“You don’t think I know that?” he hisses, standing up until you’re chest to chest, inches apart from one another. “Jesus, kid. I’m checking myself every fuckin’ conversation I have with your dad. Makin’ sure nothin’ I say will clue him in. Makin’ sure I don’t accidentally let slip what the hell’s been goin’ on!”

“I’ve been doin’ the same!” you yell back. “It ain’t just you, Joel, but that doesn’t seem to mean nothin’ to you!”

“Mean nothin’,” he repeats with a laugh, turning away and running his hands through his hair. “You don’t mean nothin’ to me? That what you think?”

“What else am I supposed to take from this, asshole? That you’re fuckin’ in love with me?”

He falls silent. His lips pull into a frown. He backs off.

Downstairs, his phone starts ringing. He glances to the doorway, shifts between his feet.

“You don’t get to do this, you know,” your voice trembles, “you don’t get to pull me in and then just drop me when it becomes inconvenient. Once you’re done with me.”

“Don’t.” Joel’s voice cuts like glass. “Don’t.”

You step back. Stare him down, try to make him say something. Try to make him do something. Your hands are on his biceps, eyes boring into his, swelling with tears you’re trying desperately to hold back.

Nothing. Not a word.

“I can’t read your mind anymore…” you whisper.

Joel takes a deep breath, his eyes flicker across your lips just for a second. He looks sad, eyes glassy, lines around his eyes where his eyebrows meet. But they tell you nothing.

His phone’s still ringing out, echoing through the silent house like an alarm bell.

You look at him blankly now. “Phone’s ringin’, Joel.”

He says nothing back, just looks at you from under his low brows.

You back out of his bedroom, shaking your head and stumbling a little over thin air. You’re staring at each other; you, trying to work out who the man is standing in front of you, and Joel, trying to plead with you to hear him out.

When you reach the threshold, you turn as if to run.

“Darlin’, come back. Hey.”

He follows you into the hallway and you feel his hand around your wrist. You whip it to your chest and turn to face him.

“Darlin’? Not your darlin’ anymore, am I? ’m just some girl you were fucking for a month.”

“C’mon, now, you know that’s not true.”

You lead downstairs, shoes thudding as you go. Joel’s right behind you, trying any combination of words to slow you down, make you look at him, stop for five seconds.

When you reach the bottom of the stairs, your arm swoops down to grab your bag, and as you straighten up, Joel’s ringtone cuts and his machine beeps.

“Hey, Joel,” a woman’s voice fills the space between you both. Your head whips around to stare at the machine.

“It’s Lois. I was just callin’ to…to check in. It was really nice seein’ you today. Give me a call when you can, okay?”

The voicemail cuts and the two of you are plunged back into silence. Silence, save for the heaving of your breath. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your heart ready to burst through it. You haven’t taken your eyes off of the machine, red light blinking menacingly.

Joel lifts his hands. “That is not…It’s not what it sounds like…” he says, slowly, calmly. Quiet. Like you’ve never heard him speak before. Not We’re about to be caught quiet. Not even Quit arguin’ back quiet.

This is desperate quiet. And desperate’s not something you’ve ever heard pass Joel’s lips.

Your whole body is shaking, and you’re not sure whether it’s from adrenaline, or fear, or hurt, or pain. It takes most of the life inside you just for your lungs to open and close. You can’t fucking look at him. You can’t – fuck, you can’t even look in his direction.

You turn slowly toward the front door. You unlock it in a daze, and pull on the handle. The heat from outside hits you like you’ve opened an oven door.

“Baby…” Joel whispers.

“I’ll see you ‘round, Joel.”

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princessslutt · 3 months

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My sweet little crybaby

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you turn over in the bed, the boys try to wake you up because they woke up late and you need to get ready. you whine as you wake up. “remmy I don’t wanna get up,” you say, pulling the blankets over you, burying yourself and muffling your soft cries. “What’s wrong angel?,” this time, you don’t say anything, but James knows what’s wrong.

“doll, do you feel sick?,” They can’t see you, but they can see the blankets moving, you nod. Sirius pulls the blankets down and looks down at you. He puts the back of his hand on your forehead. “She’s burning up. James, we have a test today in potions, you and Remus will have to go without me,”

he says, picking you up. You cling to him like a tired toddler. “I got you angel. We’re gonna get you a warm bath. James, go get her some breakfast then come back before potions start.” James doesn’t say anything back but simply just nods and walks out of the door. While Sirius is running you a warm bath, Remus is picking out some comfy clothes for you and throwing a towel inside of the dryer. Sirius picks you back up off the counter.

“There we go, easy, easy,” he says, putting you inside the bath water. He sits on the edge of the bathtub, scooping the warm water into the palm of his hand and pouring it onto your hairline “Atta girl, princess,” Remus walks in to the bathroom, staring at you in awe. “hi remmy,” he smiles walking over to you and squatting down to rub your forehead. “hi doll, I’ve gotta go to potions, Sirius is gonna stay with you. and James is getting you breakfast okay?,” you nod, while remus gets up and walks to the dryer, getting your now warm towel and handing it to Sirius.

“alright dollface, I’ll be back later, I love you,” you smile, he kisses your forehead “I love you too moony,” watching him walk away and out the bathroom door. Sirius wraps you up in the towel, carrying you to the bed and setting you down, finding the clothes on the bed already laid out for you. “I got your clothes right here honey, I’m gonna put them on you now okay?,”

you nod and James comes back with breakfast. Sirius is helping you into your clothes and putting the towel you used into the dirty clothes. You yawn, James gives you the breakfast he got you, and Sirius makes you some tea and setting it on the nightstand for you “thank you Siri,” you grab the breakfast James put on the nightstand. “bye doll, I’ve gotta go to potions now,” you smile as he kisses your forehead. He walks out of the dorm and you turn to look at Sirius.

“Siri I think I’m gonna throw up,” you say quickly as you scramble off the bed while Sirius follows you, you squat down to the toilet, Sirius is holding your hair for you as you softly cry and throw up. “It’s okay angel. You’re alright, I got you,” you wipe your mouth with a tissue, hugging your

boyfriend tightly. “c’mon sweetheart, let’s get you back to bed,” he helps you back into bed, kissing your forehead and climbing onto the bed. rubbing your temple with his pointer finger, showering you with kisses, as your sniffles slowly fade, eyes closing. “My sweet little cry baby,”

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matts-k1tten · 2 months

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𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 Pt.2

Pt.1

summary: Matt takes pictures for the year book at Berlin High and y/n always admired him. What she doesn’t know is Matt does not like her one bit. But what happens when she suddenly stops giving him the usual attention?

warnings: foul language, smuttttt ofcc, angst, that’s it I think lemme know if I missed any.

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Here I am rotting in bed, staring at my ceiling still comprehending what went down this afternoon.

It was all going good the night before, what went wrong?

I roll over to my side and check the time.

“10:23”

I need to get some sleep.

I couldn’t cry, I can’t cry, I won’t cry.

Inevitably, I let one tear drop, then two, then three, then a whole river.

I try to sleep with a drenched pillow and a tear stained face.

Can this day get any worse?

My phone dings with a text from Matt.

“You still want me to pay you back?”

I ignore it.

My feelings for Matt doesn’t overpower this heavy feeling in my chest. It’s deep and painful, I don’t want to feel like I’m being dragged on by him.

Another text, then another, then another.

I put my phone on do not disturb and sob into my pillow.

I just want to sleep.

The sound of my alarm wakes me up. My eyes fly open and I immediately get hit with a whiff of delight.

I smell someone cooking breakfast downstairs.

I get up and get dressed. I brush my teeth and do everything I need to do and head downstairs.

I see my mother cooking breakfast.

“Morning honey! I made us breakfast cause I thought that I would do something nice for you.” My mother gives a faint smile but I can see her holding in tears. Like she was hiding something from me.

“Your father isn’t here right now, I don’t know where he is. He left fairly early saying….” She pauses. “Saying he needed time to think.” She finishes.

I nod and sit at the island.

She gives me my plate and I start eating.

“Do you have work today?” I ask chewing on eggs. “No, not today I wanted to take the day off and spend this day by myself and maybe when you get home we can do something?” She utters.

I smile at her.

“Yea, of course.” I smile and put a piece of bacon in my mouth.

She smiles and lets go of a breath turning back around to the stove.

“What are you thinking of doing today?” I query.

“Thinking of shopping, getting something to eat, you know the usual.” She speaks her back still faced to me.

“Oh alright.” I reply and look at the time.

“6:53”.

“Oh shit! I’m gonna be late, bye mom love you!” I scream from the door.

“Bye sweetie love you!” She smiles at me as I slam the door.

I quickly hop in my car and drive off.

Let’s just hope that I don’t run into any distractions.

I’m not in the mood for that today.

ᵐᵃᵗᵗˢ ᵖᵒᵛ

I hop out my car and start making my way to the entrance with my brothers on each side of me.

Some girls call to Chris and I saying things like “Hey handsome” or “Call me”.

I can’t with these high school girls.

We all make it inside and we part ways, I go to my locker, Nick to a teacher to talk about his assignment, and Chris to his friends.

I walk over to my locker and make sure that I have everything.

My books, pencils, and camera.

I need my camera for after school tomorrow. I have to take pictures for the girls soccer team.

Which means that y/n would be there since she does soccer.

How much I dread seeing her.

Speak of the devil, She walks right through the entrance with her soccer shoes in one hand and phone in the other.

She looks up at me for a split second and walks over to her locker.

She didn’t even smile at me or anything.

Just a cold stare.

She stands next to me as she puts everything she doesn’t need away.

I stare down at her waiting for her to acknowledge me. She finally looks up at me in what felt like ages.

“What?!” She snaps.

Her tone takes me by surprise as she never talks to me of all people like that. She always talks like an angel and has the most positive energy, today she’s different.

Something definitely happened.

“You didn’t answer my texts last night.” I speak and lean on the lockers.

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah because I fell asleep.” She utters and slams her locker.

“I thought you wanted me to pay you back?” I say in a flirty tone grabbing her hand.

She scoffs.

“Like I said I fell asleep!” She says and pulls herself away and stomps to her class.

That was.. different.

ʸ/ⁿ ᵖᵒᵛ

I angrily slam my books down and plop down in my chair taking a harsh breath out.

We’re in English right now and Matt isn’t in this class, thank god.

There isn’t much students in the class as the bell hasn’t rang yet. Just The teacher and I with about 3 or 4 students in here.

Just then, Angela strolls on in with the biggest smile on her face.

She walks down the aisle to me and plops down.

“So, Chris and my date was Perfect! Towards the end of it, he asked me to be his girlfriend!” She says as she grabs my hand.

I put on my best biggest fake smile.

“That’s amazing Angela!” I say.

“Any luck with Matt?” Angela asks. I let go of her hands.

“No, let’s not talk about boys right now.” I say turning away from her.

She notices something up with me.

“Hey, is something wrong? You’ve been acting different lately.” She states. I sigh harshly. I still haven’t told her about my parents.

I take in a deep breath before speaking.

“My parents got a divorce.” I say quickly and quiet.

Her face turns into a concerned expression.

“Oh poor baby, I’m so sorry.” She says and pulls me into a hug.

I let a tear fall as she hugs me, which soon turns into sobs.

“Hey let’s step out for a moment, yeah?” She says and pulls me out the class.

We grab our stuff and excuse ourselves and the teacher allows us to take our time. As we’re walking out the class, I make eye contact with Matt. His face turns into a slight worried expression seeing my tear stained face.

He starts to walk over but I usher Angela

outside to my car.

We start to walk quickly, Angela not noticing Matt coming after us yet. “Why are we walking so fast?” Angela asks. Just then there’s a hand on my shoulder.

Angela and I both turn to see who it was that stopped me. We both turn to see Matt standing there with a worried face.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He asks frantic.

“Nothing, now go away.” I say sternly and pull Angela towards my car.

I hear Matt yelling after us but I just ignore him and continue to walk to my car.

Angela and I decide to take the rest of the day off.

“Let’s go to Starbucks, that’ll make you feel better.” Angela suggests. I look at her and just nod smiling faintly.

She smiles and starts to drive.

It falls silent for a moment before Angela speaks up. “Hey, I didn’t want to ask but what was that thing with Matt? I thought you two were doing good?” She asks keeping her eyes on the road.

I stay quiet for a second.

“It’s-it’s nothing, he’s just been getting on my nerves lately.” I reply looking down at my fidgeting hands.

She shakes her head and hums. “Yeah, I get that. Chris was always like that even before we started dating, now it’s even worse since he’s extra clingy.”

I laugh a bit and look out the window to see that Angela was pulling into the starbucks drive through since it wasn’t so far from our school.

“What do you want?” Angela asks. “My usual.” I smile.

She smiles and orders for the both of us.

Before I know it we park somewhere and are laughing while hitting each other.

Angela and I both take deep breaths in and calm down.

“Tell me, what’s really going on with you and Matt?” Angela suddenly asks out of the blue.

It catches me by surprise, so much that i choked on my food.

“I told you, it’s nothing.” I repeat. She gives me a funny look and keeps on pushing me. “C’mon I know something’s wrong just tell me, I’m your best friend!” She pleads.

I groan loudly and hold up my hand to her face to shut her up.

“Fine!” I scream in her face as she turns her whole body towards me with a huge grin on her face like a little kid listening to a story.

“So, in math during that test he asked me to help and he said he’d pay me back, y’know what he meant. That was the night when I found out my parents got a divorce and I ghosted everyone including him, he came up to me in the hallways and I was different towards him.” I rant out.

I look over at Angela who doesn’t even seem to be shocked.

“Woah.” Is all she says and takes a bite out her cookie. “Why didn’t you fuck him?” She screams and leans over the console.

“What?!” I scream in her face. “C’mon! His dick HAS to be big! Chris’s dick was huge.” She says, saying the last part under her breath I could barely hear.

“ANGELA!” I shout and she just laughs and I can’t help but laugh.

“No but seriously, you and Chris fucked? I thought you just went on a date?” I ask as I breathe to calm down. “Well yeah, he brought me back to his place and it got personal and then well.. y’know.” She smiles widely.

I laugh. “Did no one hear you guys?”

“His parents weren’t home. Only him and his brothers but I think Nick heard us because when we were leaving Nick was in the living room looking at us with a death stare so yeah.” She giggles at the end.

I burst out laughing and so does she.

“No but seriously, you have to talk to Matt. You left him wondering what the hell is wrong with you?” She suddenly gets serious.

“I’ll talk to him just don’t worry about him right now, it’s our time right now.”

Angela pulls in my driveway and quickly says bye driving away. My mom texted me saying she was going to be out all night so I’d have to be home alone.

I unlock the door with my key and quickly kick off my shoes and run up to my room. I open my door and turn on my lights suddenly seeing a figure standing before me.

I almost scream when I realize it’s Matt.

I sigh softly and step in my room shutting my door behind me and placing down my bags. “What are you doing here, Matt?” I ask and take off my sweater turning to put it back in my closet.

“I wanted to see you, something’s wrong with you. You don’t have to tell me I just wanted to see if you’re ok.” Matt says walking around my room examining my posters and collectibles.

“How did you even get in here?” I ask sitting down on my bed looking up at him. He points to the now open window.

“Right.” I whisper.

“Well I’m fine, can you go now? I’m tired.” I utter. “How? It’s only like 6 o’clock?” Matt says plopping down next to me.

My feelings for Matt would never change, which is why I’m feeling so many things right now.

“Well it’s 7:30 actually thank you.” I correct him.

I stay quiet as he stares at me.

“Y’know I never payed you back right?” Matt whispers.

“What?” I whisper turning my head towards him. I didn’t get to say more before he was smashing his lips into mine. I barely get to comprehend what he’s doing before I shut my eyes and kiss him back.

Matt pushes me down on the bed and crawls over me never breaking the kiss.

He continues to kiss me, the kiss growing more hungry and full of desire the more aggressive he gets.

He suddenly flips us over me now straddling his lap making me gasp.

He slips his tongue in my mouth and uses it to explore my mouth.

I can’t help but to let out soft moans into the kiss as he grips my waist moving my hips back and forth making me grind down on him.

This only makes my noises grow louder by the second, he seems to enjoy it by the way he keeps on grunting into the kiss.

The room is filled with the lewd sounds of our saliva and our grunts and moans.

We both pull away to catch our breaths and put our foreheads against one another. We’re both breathing heavy as I look down at his lips which are now swollen and red due to the previous moments.

He kisses me again seeming to not get enough but this time the kiss was more aggressive and hungry.

I could feel him growing from under me as his hands grasp everywhere around my body.

Matt pulls away to take off my top as he takes off his shirt.

He kisses me again while his hands go around my back to unclasp my bra, He throws my bra to the floor with the rest of our clothes.

I can tell he’s starting to get impatient so I quickly lift myself up to remove our pants.

He yanks down my sweatpants as he goes to lick my breasts. I can’t help the noises that come out my mouth as he lifts me up to yank down his pants his boxers going with it.

Oh shit, Angela was right. It’s huge.

My mouth falls open as I stare at it. “You like what you see?” Matt asks teasingly. I can’t say anything as I just nod.

He rips off my last layer of clothing and starts to examine me drooling. “Wipe that drool off your face.” I giggle feeling his heart rate pick up.

“Do I make you nervous?” I ask while running my hands up and down his chest.

He shakes his head as his hands grips my hips lifting me at the tip.

“Just tell me when to stop okay?” He says as I nod.

“You ready?” He asks. I nod again.

I slowly start to sink down on him taking every inch slowly. I bite down on my bottom lip to muffle any sound that threatens to come out.

Once every inch is inside me, he pauses letting me adjust. I whimper loudly and grip his muscles so firm with my nails that it’ll surely leave a scar.

Matt starts to move my hips up and down slowly. I hiss in pain as I continue to move slowly. My grip on his muscle slowly starts to increase the longer he moves me.

The burning sensation soon turned into pleasure as he starts to move me faster.

Matt throws his head back as I start to take control, bouncing uncontrollably. All you could hear is our skin slapping and the noises coming my from us.

Thank god no one was home.

Matt grips my hips harder with each passing second for sure leaving marks on my skin.

Matt’s so deep that he’s finding places that I didn’t even know existed.

Matt suddenly starts to thrust up into me taking me by surprise.

I grow louder and louder the more he pounds into me from underneath me.

He hits a spot deep inside me that makes me go wild. I can’t control the noises that come out my mouth as I feel a knot building up in my stomach.

I see dots of white as Matt speaks up.

“Is this what you wanted?” Matt grunts and goes impossibly faster. I can’t form any words as I just stare into his eyes with my jaw slightly opened.

Matt chuckles and buries his face in my neck and starts to suck and nibble.

Matt hits that spot repeatedly again, again, and again.

I’m moaning uncontrollably as Matt goes crazy and moves his hands all around my body.

Matt grunts as my hips snap back and forth from his pelvis.

The knot suddenly snaps and I’m releasing all over him. Matt’s thrusts grow sloppier and grips me harder until it hurts adding to the pleasure.

My moans echo all throughout the house as Matt finishes in me with a long whimper.

I lay my head on his shoulder as we both breathe heavily.

We stay like that for a while before he lifts me off him.

“You good?” He asks looking at my fucked out impression.

I just nod and struggle to stand up. Our mixed liquids running down my legs.

He grabs me and places me on the bed and grabs my towel to clean me up. He cleans the mess we made and helps me sit up.

I grab some shorts and a baggy t-shirt and pull it on as he gets dressed.

I lay in bed ready to knock out as Matt goes to climb out my window.

“Matt?” I mumble already drifting starting to sleep.

He pauses.

“Yeah?” He answers.

“Can you stay?”

“What?”

“Can you stay?”

Matt hesitates for a moment then closes the window without another word and climbs into bed with me.

He lies down next to me as I snuggle into his chest. He wraps his arms around me and cuddles me till I fall asleep.

“I love you Matt.” I mumble so quiet you could barely hear.

“W-what? You love me?” Matt asks.

I don’t answer already fast asleep as he holds me close.

Matt’s left with a stunned expression as he rethinks what I had just said to him.

Matt soon falls asleep with me in his arms laying his head on mine.

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a/n: the long awaited pt.2!! guys I was laughing so hard while writing this it’s not even funny💀💀 no cliffhanger this time bc ik yall would hate me for that 😝😝 but lemme know what yall think!!

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✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 | hey baby au ♔

summary: anna takes asher to the first game of the season

warnings: none, at least i think so

notes: part of the 'hey baby' series. welcome back everyone, sorry i haven't done this series, i didn't know what to write (please send asks and thoughts). hope you guys enjoy this and yeah. add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

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“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” Nico groaned from the extra weight on his bed and turned over.

“Asher.” Nico’s accent came through and the boy giggled, “Uncle Nico! It’s time to get up. It’s your first game today.”

“Yes, I know, meine liebe. But that means I need my sleep.”

“Uncle Nico what does ‘min- mina- lib-lirba’ mean.”

Nico sits up and scoots back so his back is flush agains the headboard and moves his nephew into his lap, “It’s meine liebe, schatz, and it means ‘my love’. And before you ask, schatz means hon.”

Asher nods excitedly, thoroughly entranced with his family’s native language. Nico continues to speak and tell Asher different German words when Anna knocks on his door, “Ash, what did I tell you last night about waking your uncle up?”

“Not to do it.”

“It’s alright, schatz. No biggie.”

“Mommy! Did you know that sc-schatz means ‘hon’?”

Anna shakes her head, “No, I did not know that, my love. Now how about we make some breakfast.”

Asher nodded his head once more and raced out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, “I’m sorry about him waking you up, Neeks. It’s been a long week.”

Nico gets up and throws one of his shirts on before going over to his sister, “I promise you, it’s okay. I can only imagine how draining it is, You’re doing great.” He kisses her on the forehead and she smiles walking away to make some food.

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Asher could not contain his excitement. Anna was lucky that she even got him to go down for a nap earlier right before the game. He made Anna get to the Prudential Center before the doors were even open, having Nico go and get them.

Asher excitedly clambered down from his mom’s grasp and went to grip his uncle’s outstretched hand. Anna followed behind the two, looking around at the arena along checking her phone whenever they stopped so Asher could ask questions. When the clubhouse came into view, Asher ran to the door and tried to open it, “Woah woah woah, there kumpel.”

“I wanna see everybody!” Asher bounced on his feet, extremely tempted to start running around the hallways.

“One moment, Ash.” Nico knocked on the door making sure it was decent before tkaing his nephew into the crowded room.

“Hi everyone!”

“Hi Asher.” Everyone let out their greetings and Asher went around saying hi to everyone.

“Hi Uncle Jesp. Hi Uncle Gravy. Hi Uncle Dougie. Hi Uncle Cloudy. Hi Uncle Jonas. Hi Uncle Tater Tot. Hi Uncle Dawson. Hi Uncle Bernier. Hi Jack! Mommy this is my new friend Jack!”

Anna looked up from her phone and in between her son and Jack, “I see honey. Go ahead and ask him, if you want.”

He nodded, “Jack, can you guess my five favorite things?” Asher loved to have people guess his favorite things. Nobody knew why he did, yet it was always funny how mad he got if someone got it wrong.

“I’m gonna say dinosaurs, airplanes, rainbows, and chicken nuggets.” Asher nodded his head as Jack spoke looking happy that he was gonna get them all right, “And the New York Rangers.”

Asher gasped in offense, “No! Why would I like the Rangers, Jack?” Jack shrugged, “I’m just joking, little man. You’re favorite team is obviously the Devils.”

He nodded in approval and walked back over to his mom, “Bye everyone. Good luck!”

Everyone waved at the little boy as he and Anna walked out of the locker room. She took him to their seats, right near the glass per his request. They waited until warmups, Asher making Anna take pictures of him and the rink with his jersey on as people piled into The Rock. The boy made friends with the poeple who sat around him, a nice young couple, a family with two kids, and a group teenage boys, who he was the biggest fan of.

The boys played rock, paper, scissors with him along with allowing him to play on their phones. When warmups started. Asher was standing and banging on the glass trying to get one of his uncles’ attention. When Ryan came over he started chanting, “Uncle Gravy! Uncle Gravy! Uncle Gravy!” IN reutnr, Ryan threw him a puck and he squealed.

The people beside them laughed at the boy’s antics, yet that wasn’t the last that they would hear from the boy. Whenever the Devils would score, he would chant their scorers name and then those who got the assist. Whenever the Blackhawks scored, he would boo saying something about how it wasn’t Bernier’s fault. And when the Devils got into the penalty box Asher would look towards his mom and “whisper”, “Mommy, Uncle …, did something bad.” When the Blackhawks got a penalty he screamed “Sentence to life” which Anna has no clue where he learned it from but had a sneaking suspicion.

When Jack got the OT winner Asher was beyond happy, screaming, “Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!”

Anna took him to see the boys after the game and even allowed them to take the two out to dinner to celebrate the first game, and win, of the season.

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anna.hischier Asher's (and the devils) first game of the season. congratulations on the win boys. Ashy even got a puck from Uncle Gravy

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nicohischier I think he should come to all of our games

⤷ anna.hichier @/nicohischier haha you wish, neeks, not happening

⤷ ryangraves27 @/anna.hischier I agree with cap

dougieham Thanks for bringing him, Anns. I swear he's our good luck charm

⤷ anna.hischier @/dougieham I'm glad we got to come! We'll see you guys in a month!

taliaforester he's so adorable!!! Love his Hischier jersey

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strawberrysodaslut · 2 years

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im sorryy but some sort of follow up to friendly competition with poly!marauders that fic had me 🫣🤭 literally do whatever , maybe this time it’s James who gets jealous cause Sirius and Remus go all out one night and the reader is literally borderline passed out because of the pleasure ok bye im going to go take a cold shower

Lessons Learned - Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

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summary: after James’ little… teaching session, his ego is at an all time high. So Remus as Sirius decide to use you to show James that he still has much to learn.

Warnings: Smut 18+ mdni, titty worship, praise kink, slight degradation kink but not too much because i’m a pussy fingering, unprotected vaginal sex (this is fiction your sex life isn’t), oral (male receiving) masturbation (male receiving) reader blacks out from orgasm, cum swallowing. lmk if i need to add more

a/n: this took SO long to write but this req is so freaking funny! i’m glad you enjoyed my work and i hope i did your request justice!

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Sirius, James and Remus were always a team. They’d almost always help each other with schoolwork, constantly pull pranks together and loved to tag team when it came to… well… making you cum.

But the boys also loved competition, especially when they were about you.

Their games were normally unspoken, if one of them made you cum on his own, the others be determined to make you cum harder and faster. The night normally ending with you drained of cum and all three boys convinced they’d won.

But after Sirius and Remus spent a whole day trying to beat James’ and each other at giving you head, the will to make a formal competition was strong in all of them.

Even though Sirius and Remus had learnt James’… techniques when eating you out. They still felt like they had something to prove, not to you, but to James. That he still had things to learn from them.

So the two boys devised a plan, to work you up all day, and use every move they have to put on the greatest show for their sweet James, to show how things were really done.

It all started when you woke up. It was different a few days ago, where you were woken up with Sirius’ head between your thighs.

Today you woke up from Remus leaving soft kisses across your face, jaw, and neck. Brushing your hair between his fingers, whispering soft words to soothe you into consciousness.

You walked with the boys to breakfast, and they made sure to stay very close to you, Sirius and Remus sitting on either side of you. Sirius spent the whole breakfast with his hand under your skirt, not teasing you exactly, just resting his hand in a place only you knew where it was.

Remus was giving you light kisses on your face, similar to the ones that he gave you when you woke up. James looked at the two boys from across the table, already confused by them both sitting next to you, and even more confused by their demeanour.

“You alright love?” James said, nudging your foot with his under the table.

You looked up at him, you had been so distracted by the gentle touches that you’d barely eaten your food. You nod at James, taking a bit of toast and biting down onto it.

He smiles at you, now eyeing the two boys sitting next to you. He wasn’t sure what they were doing, but he made sure to take note of it.

The rest of the day went similarly to breakfast. Any class you had with Sirius and Remus they would whisper soft praises to you, pressing light kisses here and there, shifting their hands just too close to your panties or barely brushing over your breasts.

You knew what they were doing of course. This wasn’t the first time the boys spent a class working you up, but they’d never spent all day doing such. So when your final class of the day was just with James, he could see how far gone you already were.

“Oh puppy,” He said, staring into your needy eyes, “They haven’t left you alone, have they?”

You shook your head, brain fuzzy from the amount of attention on you.

James cooed, pressing his hand to your thigh and rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. He knew even that was enough to keep you going, but he didn’t want to undo all of his boyfriends work, did he?

James helped you back to your shared room, Sirius and Remus weren’t back yet, so James thought you and he may as well have some fun of your own.

You weren’t surprised when James’ started planting kisses to your lips, guiding you onto your back.

James’ always had quite the ego, but it inflated like a hot air balloon when he discovered the guys competed to give head as good as him. Constantly mentioning it whenever he could, especially in bed.

“Wanna have a private lesson with the teacher?” He teases, kissing down your neck and undoing the buttons of your blouse.

You nod, pulling his head back up to kiss. Being pent up for hours at a time, you didn’t care which of your boys gave your release, you just wanted one of them to help.

James pulled your blouse back to free your breasts. Lapping at your nipple like it’s providing him a life source. You moan, carding your hands through his hair to try and push him further into you.

James didn’t notice the door open, but you did. Smiling when your boyfriends walked into the room.

“Hey bug,” Sirius said, turning to pull James off of you, this time you didn’t pull him back., “Jamie, we actually wanted to show you something,” he turns to you, “is that okay bug?” He asked you, brushing his fingers through your hair.

You nod, and Remus made quick work of moving James to his bed, pressing a kiss before moving back to you.

Sirius pushes for a desperate kiss, using his hand to pinch and massage your right tit. You moan remus takes off your skirt, then pulling your tights and panties down your legs. Sirius fully unbuttons your shirt, pulling it off of you.

Remus traces your slit, huffing a laugh as he feels evidence of your arousal. “Pads, you gotta feel how wet she is.” He says, moving back to give Sirius room.

Sirius isn’t as kind as Remus, completely kneading your pussy with his fingers, gathering up all the slick that had been building up since breakfast. “Holy shit…” He mutters, starting to play around with your pussy. You moan as Sirius continues to tease you.

Remus takes Sirius’s spot, beginning to mouth at your left breast, taking your nipple in between his teeth and rolling it.

“Sirius…” You moan, tired from his teasing.

He slows, but doesn’t relent. “I know baby, just gimme a minute.” He presses a kiss to your mound, working his way to your clit, lazily mouthing at it.

James moans, and you look up at him. He’s in his boxers, palming at his hard cock as he watches his boyfriends toy with you.

After too long, Sirius finally plays with you for pleasure. He pushes two fingers into you and curling, immediately eliciting a moan from you.

With Remus sucking, biting and kissing all over your body and Sirius hitting your sweet spot at every thrust of his fingers, the heat in your abdomen pooled in a rushing manner, feeling your high get closer by the second.

“I- I’m close.” You moaned, rolling your hips into sirius’ fingers.

He hums, “I know baby.” He says, looking at Remus and smiling. Sirius moves his other hand to rub your clit, barrelling you towards your orgasm.

Remus presses a harsh kiss to your lips, pushing his tongue in your mouth, stimulating your breasts with his hands.

The triple stipulation is enough to send you over the edge, cumming so hard you see white. Remus presses one more kiss to your lips before standing up, Sirius doing the same to your soaked cunt, making you jolt.

James now has his cock out, rubbing it leisurely as he watches you come down from your high. He’s impressed, he always is when you look that good cumming, but he isn’t all that impressed with the boys. So he’s still got that smug smile on this face.

Sirius and Remus swap places, the lycanthrope taking out his cock and giving it a few soft strokes before tapping your thigh.

“Can you flip for me baby?” He asks, guiding you onto your stomach. You follow, wiggling your ass to tease Remus. He chuckles,

Sirius already has his cock out, stroking it as the he waits for your mouth, “You gonna be a good girl and and suck my cock?” He asks, brushing his fingers through your hair.

You nod, moaning as Remus slides his cock through your slit. He slowly enters you, letting out a grunt as he fully pushes in. At the same time you open your mouth, leaning forward to kiss Sirius’ achingly hard cock.

You lick a long stripe, following a vein from the base to the tip. Sirius release a glutteral moan as Remus starts to thrust in and out of you. You moan against Sirius’ cock, sending vibrations up his body strong enough to have Sirius pulling your hair back to try and guide his cock through your lips. Desperate for stimulation.

Remus is kind to you, keeping his thrusts gentle as you take Sirius’ cock into your mouth. He quickly finds a rhythm, rolling his hips as deep as he can.

You give Sirius the okay, and he starts to thrust into your mouth, moaning out, “Shit… you’re so good baby, such a good slut.”

You moan around Sirius from the praise and degradation, squeezing your walls around Remus’s cock. He sputters out a moan, fucking you harder.

James’ moans start to grow louder, you look over at him just in time to see white spurt from his throbbing cock onto his hand and stomach. He looks over to you, giving you a half-lidded smile as he comes down from his high.

You start to feel the coil in your stomach, it grows quickly. Sirius must too, because pretty soon he’s releasing into your mouth, still on his high as he watches you swallow it all.

Remus uses your now undivided attention to roll into you as hard as he’s always wanted to. Hitting your sweet spot every time. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the coil grow stronger inside of you.

Sirius moves to arch your back, reaching under you to rub your clit. Your moans now flood the room, tears forming from the pleasure and stimulation.

Remus leans forward to kiss behind your ear, “Cum for me bunny, come all over my cock.”

His words were all it took for you to give in to the pleasure, your orgasm completely clouding your mind and body.

“Holy shit…” Sirius whispers as you visibly shake from your high. He rubs soothing circles into your back, not even sure if you can feel it.

From how hard your squeezing Remus, he cums straight away, gripping to your hair as he rolls his seed into you. He pulls out, watching at it doesn’t seem to effect your orgasm at all.

The three boys wait for you to come down from your high, but you don’t seem to. The shaking and the moaning has stopped, but you’ve still got your face in the comforter.

Sirius, carefully turns your over and sees your blacked out body. He laughs to himself, “Damn Moons, you actually fucked her to sleep.”

James is at the side of your bed, he was the second he saw you shaking. He presses a kiss to your cheek, brushing his fingers through your hair as you slowly come back to your boys.

You open your eyes, not sure if you’d just blacked out or not. But based on how your boyfriends are looking at you, you definitely did.

“Hey bunny,” Remus whispers, pressing a kiss to your thigh. “You okay? Didn’t hurt you did I?”

You nod, “I’m okay,” You mumble, growing sleepier by the second.

Sirius scoops you up, “Gotta clean you up bug, alright?” He asks. You nod, pushing your head into the nape of his neck, breathing in his scent.

You since as Remus and James help you into the bath, the warm water hurting. “I know pup but I swear it’ll be better in a second.” James says, sitting behind you and pulling you into his lap.

The other boys quickly join you, helping James scrub you clean. As they do, you quickly succumb to sleep, leaning your head back on James’ shoulder.

The boys chuckle and Sirius looks up at James. “So Prongs,” he starts, “Learn anything special?”

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lunaviee · 1 year

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“hm?”

itoshi sae x reader

he’s a bit of an ass, but we love him either way

fluff/crack?, not really proofread, i kinda hate it

sae has a routine

said routine is strictly followed (most of the time) on the days he has practice

but today, he’s got a day off

but sae being sae, he still decided to get a quick workout in. though, that doesn’t stop him from messing with you just a bit before he disappears for a couple hours.

the door to your fridge is shut and sae sets his protein shake down on your kitchen counter. your back is turned to him as you’re finishing up your breakfast on the table, engrossed in the show that’s playing in front of you on your tv

“alright” he starts “i’m about to leave, i’ll see you later” planting a kiss on the crown of your head before walking to the closet to grab his sweater and drink

“okay, bye i love you” you reply

even though those words have been spoken hundreds of times between you two, it never fails to make him want to smile, biting down on his cheek to hide it

“hm? what’s that?” he teases, a playful smirk beginning to form on his face

to any other person, sae’s tone of voice always had the same sound to it; flat and snarky. but since he was your darling boyfriend, you’ve grown to acknowledge how his voice changes and conforms to what he’s saying

well, except for now

because of how interesting your show was, you genuinely thought he hadn’t heard you. it’s not like you had a problem repeating those words anyway

“byee, i love you”

“huh? still can’t hear ya babe” his smile was only growing

“jeez sae” you tease “i saiddd i lo-” you finally turned around to meet your boyfriends gaze, a boyish grin plastered on his face as he was snickering to himself

“oh, you ass”

“i love you too” sae’s laugh was something only you got to hear, and boy was it angelic

quickly, you got up to properly wish him goodbye, kissing his face all over and ruffling his hair a bit.

“i’ll see you later, yeah?”

“yeah, bye i love you”

“hm?”

p.s. this makes absolutely no sense holy crap it made sense in my head uhhh yeah i hate it

anyways, methinks i need more sae prompts!!!

#✩ vie writes #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #sae itoshi

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romancingdaffodils · 8 months

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Drunken Monologues

Certified Mind Blower

remus lupin x gender neutral!magical!reader

fluff fluff pure fluff with a tiny sprinkle of Remus being silly about his furry little problem.

Remus Lupin is the cutest cutie that ever did cute!

You fell asleep at his house, in his bed, beside him. Despite what your ‘drunken’ self may have wanted Remus just put you to sleep. Then, you wake up to the sound of his voice and to the scent of something sweet. Oh, and a splitting headache.

haii did you miss me i bet you did (lots of love lilac)

ps i think this picture is super cute because my best friend taught me how to play backgammon and i’m shit at it but it makes me happy :333 matt hitt is so cute

Remus Lupin has been and always will be unbearably pretty. So, when you woke up in his bed, it was a bit of a shock. However, that shock was soon overcome by the consequences of your previous actions. ‘Ow, my head.’ you thought, groaning once again. You were certain you hadn’t been that drunk, but maybe you were in denial. Not being that drunk should not warrant this awful headache. Suddenly, it dawned on you. You were alone in the bed. Surely Remus wasn’t the type to fuck off from his own house just because he wasn’t interested in you, right? Right? Sitting up, another sensation other than the splitting headache hit you. The smell of pancakes and the sound of Remus’s voice. Yum (for both). He’s talking, was he on the phone? You wanted to groan again, feeling like it was too much energy to move to the lounge. However, for more of Remus, you’d do anything.

“I’d say sorry Pads,” Sirius from last night, you remind yourself “But, I’m not sorry at all. They’re lovely, absolutely perfect.” he said, his voice muffled slightly by the walls. You can’t hear Sirius’s voice but you imagine he said something along the lines of ‘Honestly Moony, never expected that from you,’. As you had this thought, it set in he was talking about you. Fuck. Your face flushed and every single thing you’d said last night popped into your head. Late night slideshows of embarrassment now had enough fuel to last a life time. Padding out of the bedroom, you stood in the doorway to the lounge.

“Dunno why you’re so bothered, heard you went home with someone else anyway, Mckinnon was it? Or perhaps the bartender guy, who couldn’t leave you alone?” Remus said, chuckling down the phone. You were glad Sirius wasn’t bothered by your infatuation with his friend, seeing as he’d gone home with someone else. In front of him, two plates of pancakes were being coated in strawberries and chocolate spread. Sirius shouted so loud down the phone that you actually heard it this time.

“‘Cause it was a fucking betrayal Remus!” he whined and you couldn’t help but giggle at his remark. Immediately, the tall boys head whipped round and he flashed you a smile.

“Good bye Sirius.” he replied, hanging up instantly. “Made breakfast, how long have you been awake?” he asked, still grinning at you; you smiled back.

“Not long, thanks for breakfast. Looks good.” you said, trying desperately hard not to fumble over your words. Your cheeks were still flushed and your brain was still mush.

“You alright, love? Y’look- quite red. How’s your head?” he questioned, as though he could read your mind. The statement ‘you look quite red’ was obviously a teasing one. So, when you frowned up at him, his grin only grew. Stomach twisting, you tried desperately hard not to give him a reaction to his pet name.

“I’m fine, thanks. Plus, you’re completely and utterly awful.” you complained, still frowning up at him.

“I made you breakfast and I’m awful. You were a lot braver last night.” he teased, picking up the two plates and placing them down on the breakfast bar.

“I remember you being a lot less mean last night.” you complained, still scowling at him. Your false anger didn’t last long as you sat down and gave a big smile. “Thank you.” you added, tilting your head.

“ ‘m incredible, dunno what you’re talking about. And, you’re welcome. How’d you sleep?” he replied, sitting down next to you and stretching out his legs. He was so unbelievably pretty, even with messy hair and too big pyjamas - which consisted of a band shirt and joggers.

“Really, really well actually. You? Oh, by the way. Sorry about, you know, everything I said last night. I’m not normally like that.” you mumbled in between bites of freakishly good pancakes. Chocolate spread and strawberries were an unmatched combo (only lemon juice and sugar could beat it).

“Slept well too. Plus, quite enjoyed you telling me how, ahh what was it? Fucking gorgeous you think I am. But, seriously, no worries.” Remus teased, but his tone deepened at his last sentence.

“I feel like I forced my way into your home.” you giggled, smiling over at him sheepishly.

“I’m not complaining. Y’lovely. I know you heard me say that to Sirius, by the way. You don’t really have the whole poker face nailed, do you?”.

“No, no not really.” you mumbled, becoming flustered once again. Watching Remus, you admired his every move as he finished off the pancakes. Similarly, he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. “Let me help, like do the washing up or something.” you said, standing up as soon as you finished the food “I feel bad, you’ve been so nice.”.

“You really don’t have to, but, if you want to you can.” he stated, smiling over at you as you took the plate away. Quickly, you got to work on washing the plates. He laughed lightly as he watched you, shaking his head.

“Are you laughing at me?” you asked, feigning offence. Approaching you, Remus placed his arms on either side of you. You turned around, having finished with the washing up. His face was only a few inches away from your own.

“Would never.” he defended, looking down at you. Remus Lupin was ridiculously tall, pretty and charismatic. He dressed like a loser, but was in fact - in your eyes - quite the opposite. Right now, he was all you had ever wanted.

“Hi.” your mind was at a complete blank and the fact you had even formed a word was impressive. Your body felt like it was on fire.

“Hello, dove.” he purred, trying hard not to laugh at the look on your face. As calm as Remus presented himself, he had a dead giveaway. A tell. White knuckles. He was gripping the sink so tightly his knuckles had altered into a pale, almost translucent white.

“You didn’t kiss me yesterday.” you stated, feeling it rather appropriate for the situation. He smiled. You swallowed, hard.

“No, I didn’t. You were quite drunk. However, it would be awful of me to not kiss you today.” he murmured in response, leaning closer in. Your mind was filled with a repetitive sequence of two words. Kiss me. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. His teasing was criminal. He was driving you insane within the first day of knowing him and you couldn’t imagine the solace his kiss would bring.

“So awful,”. You had to bite your tongue to avoid begging him to kiss you.

Moving even closer towards you, Remus’s tight grip on the sink never once faltered. And, finally, sweet relief. He kissed you like you’d never been kissed before. Soft, sweet and somehow it held a passion that sent your brain into a wicked frenzy. When he pulls away, you pant.

It was good. Too good. Far too good.

“You’re so pretty, ‘s unfair.” he cooed, releasing the sink and running his hand through your hair. Tenderly, he tucked the majority of your unbrushed hair behind your ears. Remus didn’t really seem to mind the mess.

“Ha-ha. Haha.” you said. Yes, you spoke the sounds “Ha-ha.” Sounding somewhat like a maniac, all you could do was look up at him with pure adoration.

“Are you okay?” he asked, tilting his head. Once again, he was trying desperately hard not to laugh.

“Perfectly- Um, perfectly fine.” you confirmed, nodding your head as you spoke. Once again, the broken record spinning that was in your mind began its maniacal chant. ‘Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.’ you begged, silently.

“Still not got a poker face, dove.” he observed, leaning back in. Connection. Morning breath and all. Connection. You were praying you wouldn’t collapse of the sensation of it all. Your hands shakily found their way into Remus’s hair. Carelessly, his hands moved to your waist and pulled you closer.

In books it’s common for the writer to describe the characters emotions whilst kissing; it emphasises how good the sensation truly is. However, right now, you were going against all laws of literature. All you could think, feel or live was Remus. One day was all it took for you to be whipped. Truly, taken. One day.

With your head tilted upwards and your body pressed flush against the brown haired man’s, you could’ve died. Unfortunately, he pulled away. Taking in slow deep breaths, he peered down at you. The look in his eyes was different. He had attraction and affection, sure. But, there was something else there. His expression changed, now matching the look in his eyes. It looked like he was fighting some sort of battle with himself.

And, honestly? Remus was fighting a battle. He liked you, from what he could tell anyway. He liked you a lot. However, Remus Lupin was burdened with a curse he wouldn’t dare admit to anyone bar his closest friends. His so called furry little problem actually turned out to be a rather large problem. Especially when it came to people like you.

Famously, he was promiscuous. God knows the number of people he’d been with. But, those hookups could be reduced to a number. Someone like you couldn’t be inconsequential. In fact, he was of the firm belief you were going to be quite consequential in deed. Reducing you to another quick affection fix would be doing you a great disservice, so Remus thought anyway. So here he was, in his own kitchen, desperately pleading with his own brain to let him take you out. You kissed like some sort of God and you begged like a desperate follower; his body couldn’t decide which part of you he liked the most. In turn, that was what led to the ultimate decision to ask you out. Reminding himself of James, Sirius and Pete’s never ending pep talks, the lanky man understood his lycanthropy did not make him any less worthy of what he wanted. However, trying to act on that was an unbelievably difficult task for Remus. The typical excuse of chronic pain won’t cut it in a serious relationship, when he disappears for days. And, he felt a pang of guilt already fiddling with his intestines for any pain it would bring you. Making his mind up was proving to be far more difficult than he would’ve liked.

His heart won the fight, for once. Foolishly, he had put his logic driven brain aside and let his heart do the talking. (He’d soon come to realise it wasn’t foolish at all).

“Do you wanna go out, this week sometime?” he asked, continuously taking the lead. Grateful, you smiled up at him.

“Yeah, actually. I’d really, really like that.” you affirmed, once again nodding your head like a babbling idiot.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus x reader #remus x you #sirius black #james potter #marauders era #let me out #i’m dying #i hate writing

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honeylations · 10 months

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- Star Of My Night -

PART TWO

YU JIMIN (KARINA) x FEM!READER

———

“Listen, I know you just woke up but what is that on your neck? Is that what I think it is?” Winter asked with wide eyes, her index pointing at the dark purple spot on her leader’s neck.

They were all seated at the kitchen table, eating the pancakes NingNing had made. Karina opened her camera app and gasped at the hickey the Haze guitarist had given her the previous night. She passed out in the taxi on the way back that she had forgotten all about it.

“Ohhhh our leader finally got in with somebody last night? Boy or girl? Were they hot? Please tell me you got their number!” Giselle rambled, earning a slap to the back of the head by Winter.

“I’m too hungover for this, please leave me alone” The leader sighed.

“Come on please? Give the details! You owe us after disappearing like that!” Giselle persisted, crossing her arms like a strict mom.

The leader groaned into her palms before sitting up. “If it’ll get you to shut up. I made out with a girl last night and we were about to get into it until your dumbass called me to come back! Because of you, I was frustrated and horny!”

“Sorry about the cockblocking but who was the girl? Is she just some random?”

Karina gulped and the way her eyes widened and face turned red, the rest of the members gasped. NingNing almost dropping her spatula.

“It was the guitarist from last night’s band wasn’t it!!!” Winter squealed, deafening the blonde leader who could only grown into her palms again.

“Please don’t make it a big deal…”

“Oh this is definitely a big deal! You scored a 100!! And Y/n is totally your type. Tall, hot, plays guitar JUST FUCK ALREADY!” Giselle cheered.

“We could’ve fucked if YOU DIDNT FUCKING CALL ME YOU ASSWIPE!”

“I said I was sorry! Did you get her phone number?”

Karina froze again, remembering her slipping a note with her number on it in Y/n’s pocket. She then rushed to check her phone notification and saw one message from a random number.

Y/N: [Hey Karina, it’s Y/n. Hope this is the right number or I’d be very embarrassed right now…]

RINA: [Hey Y/n and yes it’s me :)]

Y/N: [Hmmm there’s a lot of liars nowadays. I won’t believe you unless you sent a pic of what you look like rn hehe]

RINA: [A photo?! I look like a train wreck!]

Y/N: [I’ll be the judge of that. Pic please?]

RINA: [You sound more of a creep than I do -_- And plus a pic isn’t proper evidence either!]

Y/N: [Video call then?]

Karina’s hands quickly moved to her hair, brushing it down neatly and ensuring her face looked clean. She then, with a shaky finger, clicked the video call button and Y/n picked up after one ring.

“Good morning, angel”

“Believe me now? I’m no catfish”

“Yes yes I believe you. Do you always look good in the mornings?”

Karina looked away and smiled.

“Good morning Y/n-ssi! Care for some pancakes?” NingNing yelled from the stove.

“Is that NingNing?” Y/n giggled and Karina nodded with an embarrassed look.

“Yes it is!” NingNing replied.

“Oh good morning! I appreciate the offer but I’ve already eaten my breakfast”

“No worries then. At least you were able to get up properly in the morning, unlike SOMEONE” The Chinese member aimed her tone at the blonde leader.

“Anddddd I’m going to my room. Bye” Karina quickly said and rushed upstairs to her bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed. “Hi”

“Hey Rina, are you feeling alright after…you know, last night? I didn’t want it to seem like I was taking advantage of you since you were drunk. I got too caught up in the moment”

The leader’s heart melted at the girl’s sweetness. “My head hurts from the hangover but Y/n, I promise you I knew what I was doing last night. I wanted to kiss you and there was nothing in that moment that I regret”

“I’m sorry about your neck, I went a bit overboard. Do you have any schedule photoshoots soon?”

Karina shook her head. “Luckily I don’t. How about you? I’m assuming since you look fresh and well dressed in this ugly morning”

Y/n chuckled. “Well dressed? I’m in my home clothes, silly.” The band member showed a glimpse of her home outfit which was just a black shirt, black and white flannel pants, and white socks. “:I also have a daily morning routine that I follow even on my days off so I just naturally wake up early”

“Wait so you’re free all day?”

“That’s right”

“Did you…um… wanna go out? I know a good cafe near an art gallery” Karina shyly asked, looking down at her sock covered feet.

“Is THE Yu Jimin asking me out on a date right now?” Y/n smiled like an idiot, her right cheek dimple showing.

“The offer ends in 3-“

“I ACCEPT THE OFFER I ACCEPT THE OFFER!”

Karina laughed whole heartedly. “It’s 10:03am right now, we can meet up at 12:30”

“Sounds perfect but I can pick you up if that’s okay with you and your manager. I’m a good driver I promise”

“If I die, I’ll haunt you for the rest of your idol life” Karina joked, giving an angry face that Y/n found too cute.

“Sounds reasonable”

“My manager is laid back so he’ll be fine with you picking me up. My girls won’t be fine if I come back home with a scratch on my face though”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh for what felt like the millionth time. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Miss Yu. Im sorry but I have to end the call here, Hanna just texted that my new guitar has arrived and I gotta unbox it before the next show”

“Awww on your day off?” Karina pouted.

“Hanna will punch me flat if I don’t get it done now or else it’ll waste our practice time”

“Oh yikes, don’t like the sound of that. Alright, I’ll see you later then”

“I’ll message you when I’m on my way”

“Bye bye~”

Y/n winked before the call ended, sending Karina into a squealing mess on her bed. NingNing had to run in and throw a plushie at her leader from the deafening noise.

“SHUT. UP!”

———

“Ohhhhh someone looks really happy in the morning~” Eunsook, the band’s leader walked in with a huge smirk on her face.

“Just a good morning, I guess” Y/n shrugged and adjusted her metal frame glasses.

“Either that or it’s because of her new girlllllllfrienddddd” Jungwon sat next to the guitarist and started nudging her with her shoulder.

“Hey stop that, she’s not my girlfriend….Yet. I don’t know, we’re going out today”

“OH A DATE?! You haven’t been on a date since that girl from izone. What was her name again? Heewon?” Hanna asked, looking up to the ceiling in hopes it would speed up her memory.

“Her name was Hyewon and I mentioned before that it was a mutual decision for us to stop talking”

“Here we go again…” Eunsook rolled her eyes and giggled, starting to make her morning coffee.

“Her group’s contract ended so she was going through a rough time with the disbandment, and our band was growing in popularity! What were we supposed to do?”

“Talk it out like proper adults, maybe? You two really liked each other” Jungwon said, and Y/n felt her heart hurt from the memories with Hyewon.

“It’s been a long time now so it doesn’t matter. I like Karina now and I have a good feeling about her. Hyewon moved on anyways so who am I to care?”

“Hey don’t get sour now please, Y/n-ie. Karina seems like a great person and we’re not trying to stop you from pursuing her. We just don’t want you going through another heartbreak that it’ll affect your motivation with the band” Eunsook said in a firm tone.

“I won’t let that happen, Unnie, I promise. I really like Karina and I hope she likes me too”

“Well there’s no doubt in that because she has heart eyes for you bro. I’ve never seen someone so in love. Give me your natural charms” Hanna pouted.

“Oh shush. I’m gonna go get ready now” Y/n sighed and made her way to the stairs but her leader’s voice stopped her.

“Hey Y/n”

“Yeah?”

“First of all, don’t forget about unboxing your new guitar and setting up for practice tomorrow. Two, don’t forget to use a condom. I slid one in your wallet just in case” Eunsook winked, making Y/n’s face go all red.

“UNNIE!”

“I’M JUST PROTECTING YOU!”

———

Y/n and Karina ended up staying out longer than expected.

It was already 9pm but none of the two were willing to let the day end.

At the moment, they were in the car after Y/n offered to take Karina back to Haze’s dorm. The Aespa leader took a quick glance at the taller’s side profile, admiring her clear skin, pretty nose, pretty lips…to the way Y/n kept one hand on the wheel while the other moved to hold Karina’s hand.

The blonde looked out the window to hide her stupid grin and she thanked the heavens that they finally arrived at their destination otherwise her face would’ve melted from how hot it was.

However, the moment Y/n removed her seatbelt, she made no movement in getting out the car.

“You alright, Y/n?”

Using her thumb to caress her hand, Y/n licked her lips before meeting Karina’s eyes. “I just have a question”

“Yeah?”

“Are you seeing anyone right now?”

Karina wanted to laugh really hard but the way the taller looked so nervous had forced her to hold it back. “If I was, I wouldn’t be here with you right now, silly”

“S-So…I-If I said I really liked you right now and want to see you more…Would you be okay with that?”

Karina’s heart melted before she pulled the guitarist towards her and connected their lips. Both of their hearts were jumping like crazy and Karina softly pulled away, her lips hovering close to the other’s. “Of course I’d be okay with that”

“You don’t understand how you make me feel, Rina” Y/n husked, breathing becoming heavier at the way the blonde’s eyes hypnotised her.

“How about we finished what we started last night?” Karina smirked, peppering kisses across Y/n’s jaw and inching her lips close to her ear. “Show me how much you like me, baby”.

Y/n gulped at the pet name, feeling her not-so-little friend down there start to get excited. The taller held Karina’s hand tighter and dragged them inside the dorm, rushing their way upstairs to the guitarist’s bedroom.

Karina found the layout pretty. Band posters on the walls, a few signed guitars displayed at the corner, a gaming desk just beside her, and a queen sized bed covered in a grey coloured quilt.

Her little tour ended when Y/n’s hand grabbed her chin and gently made her look up, lust still in her eyes. “You’re so beautiful, angel”

Karina wanted to look away like she usually does when being complimented but the feeling of those soft lips on her’s had stopped her from doing so.

Soft went to rough, Karina’s hands wrapping around the band member’s nape and pulling her impossible closer as if Y/n was going to disappear. Y/n’s large hands rested on the leader’s small waist, guiding her to lay on the bed, tongues never leaving each other.

“Y/n, please, baby”

Y/n sat up on her knees and pulled off her shirt, revealing her smooth yet muscular body, abs on full display and her chain resting on her collarbones.

It was enough to make Karina drool.

Y/n’s pants were removed next, her bulge appearing bigger under the black boxers.

Karina bit her lower lip and found it unfair how the woman above her was almost naked yet she was still in her short dress. Sitting up, she unzipped her white dress and threw it on the floor, leaving her in matching white lingerie that Y/n seemed to like alot.

“Take everything off, angel. I want to see all of you” Y/n husked, hand massaging her aching erection over the boxers.

Karina didn’t need to be told twice. Both under garments were gone within a second, Y/n’s breath hitching at the bare sight. “Fuck, I’m going crazy”

“What are you waiting for? Make me yours” Karina hummed, her fingers gently drawing circles over her clit, bring them down to her soaked entrance to spread her juices. “Please Y/n-ie. I want to feel you inside me”

Y/n growled and brought their lips together harshly, one hand holding herself up while the other expertly removed her boxers, grabbing her cock to rub the tip up and down her slit.

“Ruin me good, baby. Please!” Karina started to beg, squeezing at Y/n’s shoulders.

“Wait, angel. Let me just put a condom on okay?” The taller was about to get up but Karina was quick to lock her in place.

“No no please just cum inside me. I’m on the pill, I promise” Karina pleaded, eyes starting to water at how empty she felt despite not having the full experience of Y/n’s length. “Come on baby, fuck me good. I want to forget my name”

That was the last straw for the guitarist. She held her cock at Karina’s entrance and pushed inside with one thrust, jolting the smaller’s body with a loud moan.

“F-Fuck yes that’s it, baby!” Karina cried, feeling torn apart.

“Didn’t expect you to be such a cockslut, Rina. I bet you’re like this with all the other dicks you had put in you. Am I right, baby?” Y/n groaned, moving at a slow and steady pace.

Karina shook her head. “N-No, yours is better. So much fucking better! Please go faster!”

Who was Y/n to disobey her princess? Holding herself up, her hips started to move at a rougher pace, the intimate noises increasing in volume throughout the room. Her lips moved to Karina’s left breast, making her nipple shiny with spit before sending equal attention to the other. Karina couldn’t think of anything else other than the girl above her and the thick long cock that pounded into her deliciously.

“O-Oh my god! Ah~ S-So fucking full!”

Y/n laid her head on the shorter’s shoulder, one hand moving down to hold Karina’s leg up and the other wrapped around her neck, letting Y/n push in deeper. Karina could feel the older in her womb, making her scream louder, tears pouring down her face at the overwhelming feeling.

“Y-Y/n! You’re so deep inside me, baby”

From the way Karina’s walls started to tighten around her cock, Y/n knew she was close and it encouraged her to paint the girl’s neck with an endless amount of hickies before pulling her lips away to admire the work of art:

Her pale faced stained with tears, lips swollen and red, eyes half lidded, the lewd noises escaping her mouth that was hung open…God, Y/n was gonna explode then and there.

As for Karina’s view: the taller’s black hair was attractively messed up, sweat running down her neck where her chain was hanging and jolting with every thrust. Her abs looked more defined from the lighting and Karina wanted nothing more than littering the pretty skin with love bites.

“I wanna cum~ Will you let me cum, daddy? Please?” The Aespa leader panted, her tone making Y/n clench her jaw from the abrupt new pet name.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna cum in you…I-I can’t..”

Karina wasn’t gonna take that as an answer. She locked her legs around the taller’s waist and grinded her hips. “I want your cum, daddy. Wouldn’t you like that? Filling me up until my pussy can’t hold anymore of it? Don’t you wanna reward me for being so good?”

Y/n wanted her to shut the fuck up but the image of flooding the idol with her cum was making it harder for her to easily pull away.

She didn’t want to risk the pregnancy.

She couldn’t.

She shouldn’t.

Oh but by the way Rina stared into Y/n’s eyes and continued moaning her name, begging at how she wanted to take all the cum…

Y/n couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Ah…A-Ah fuck, baby!”’

“Yes, that’s it! That’s it! I’m cumming, Y/n-ie!” Rina released one last scream as her legs shook.

Y/n groaned, her hips slowing down while her cock painted the tight walls white, feeling their mixed liquids gushing down to her balls and on the bed. The guitarist slowly pulled out and laid beside the kpop idol, trying to catch her breath.

“Rina…”

“Yeah?”

“Be mine?”

Karina giggled despite her tired state and used the last of her strength to lay her sweaty body on top of Y/n’s, laying her head in the crook of her neck. “You ask me that right after you destroyed my insides?”

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now..”

Karina smiled and leaned up to press a soft kiss on her lips. “Yes I’ll be yours. All yours~”

“Princess…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think Eunsook Unnie will get mad at me for not using the condom she prepared in my wallet?”

“Oh my god you’re such a dork! I told you I’m on the pill, it’s okay, baby” Karina laughed again, cupping her girlfriend’s face.

“I worry too much sometimes”

“And that’s okay. Let’s sleep now and we can plan something to do tomorrow morning” The leader suggested, admiring how Y/n’s eyes sparkled.

“I love you”

“I love you too, dorky”

#gxg #wlw #Yu Jimin #Aespa smut #Karina smut #Aespa x fem reader #Karina x reader

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lxinesux · 8 months

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i’m holding my breath for you

Characters: Tasm!Peter Parker

Relationships: Peter Parker/Reader

Summary: Reader regrets her time with Peter and attempts to push him away to get her friendship back. Peter does not take it well. Smut ensues.

Warnings: Blood, Fingering,Loss of Virginity, Floor + Counter Sex, Creampie, mildly dark!Peter, Possessive Sex

A/N: There’s a read more because this gets smuttyish pretty early. love creepy peter, hes just a liddle freak 😭. this is the unexpected second part of a story i posted in june-ish. read the first part here!

It had happened, it was real.

He got to touch the untouchable-make you cry out and cum and squirm. He did that. He had been the first to do that.

He’d wanted to fuck you-either with his fingers or his cock-but you were way too spent. He teased you relentlessly in the shower-chasing water droplets that ran over your body with his mouth, touching you all over, kissing you roughly against the shower wall.

You were irresistible, adorable, as you shied away from him, trying to keep his hands above your waist.

“I don’t think…I can’t…”

You could. You could come again. Over and over and over until you couldn’t stand. But he didn’t want to push you. That had been your first orgasm with another person. Stamina could be worked on later.

You were in your head, too. He could tell. You were never the most talkative but there was something going on between your ears he desperately wanted to know about.

Did you regret it? What happened?

Fuck. Did you not trust him anymore?

Was there a way for him to regain that trust?

He corners you in the kitchen, the smallest room in the entire apartment. It was very easy to do, given how small you were in comparison to him.

“We have to talk.”

“About what?” You turn away from him, trying to organize the groceries you bought on your measly paycheck. There wasn’t much, and he could tell you were avoiding him. You could only pick up and put down the same clementine before it became personal.

“About…that.”

“No, we don’t.”

His heart breaks a little.

He thought he’d made his case very clear and apparent.

He was in love with you. Had been for a very long time.

“I haven’t felt the way I do about you since…”

The silence lingers heavily in the kitchen. Your spine is ramrod straight, shoulders tensed. And you’re not looking at him.

Looking like a perfect soldier. Looking like you weren’t human, but a perfect robotic clone. The portrait of frigidity.

His stomach twists. Okay. Alright.

“Forget I said anything. We can just…we can go back to where we were before.”

“Can we?”

The knife between his ribs twists. Wonderful. Great.

“I don’t see why not. We can just..forget this happened.”

“Peter…”

He brushes past you, “Gotta head out.”

“Peter, wait-”

“‘Ts fine. There’s nothing left to say, fresh restart. Factory settings. Just…stop.”

And you do stop. You watch helplessly as he crawls out of the window and into the frigid night air.

Peter was avoiding you entirely.

You attempt to wait up for him, now that he’d made a habit of going on patrol without you. But more than once, you would fall asleep.

You found yourself missing him. The smell of his skin, his hair tickling your nose, the feeling of his arms around you while you slept.

The few times you saw each other in the apartment, he was curt if he made conversation at all. Not even a good morning or good night, just ‘hey’ and ‘bye.’

You’d rather be in the basement at Oscorp getting your brain scrambled than deal with this pain.

You had gone on your own patrol and had gotten back way past mid morning in an attempt not to run into Peter. You’d changed into your civies and walked through the front door-

There’s a stranger in your apartment.

She must have not seen you or if she’d seen you, she didn’t care. The entire apartment smells like breakfast-smoky and sweet alongside the bitter sting of coffee.

And she’s wearing Peter’s favorite t-shirt.

It’s fucking Lucy. Lucy from fucking accounting. She couldn’t figure out how to use the copy machine. The goddamn copy machine!

And she was in your shared apartment.

She had slept here, had slept in Peter’s bed, your bed.

She fucked your Peter.

The kitchen isn’t that large, the aisle blocking off the living room is short enough that the two of you make eye contact as soon as she turns her head.

“Lucy, I told you to-” Peter’s voice comes from behind you.

“Get the fuck out of our house.”

How dare he. How fucking dare he. Fucking sleep with some random girl beause you wanted space? You wanted his friendship back and he fucks LUCY?

Her lips are parting, like she wants to say something. Her hand is on her hips, like you’re just some girl in competition. Like you didn’t know how to break her neck in a millisecond, like you didn’t have the training to ruin that pretty face.

In an instant, she was an enemy and your programming slams into overdrive. You’re up and over the counter in a millisecond, the t-shirt bunched into your first.

Superhuman strength is a blessing and a curse. You only mean to maybe shove her lightly.

What you do instead is leave a Lucy sized hole in the cheap door to your apartment. She lands at the end of the hall. Every door on the floor is flung open, revealing shock and amused faces alike-all of them turned to you.

“You’re so lucky we weren’t evicted,” He sighed, “And that Lucy was only a little bruised.”

A little bruised was an understatement. Lucy has a contusion in her shoulder that’ll take weeks to heal.

You tried not to look too pleased at the news as you helped Peter install the new door.

“She’s lucky she was only bruised,” You breathe through your nose.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. Why did you even bring her here? Couldn’t you guys shack up at her place or something?”

“I didn’t think you’d be back before morning.” He actually has the grace to look guilty, maybe a little sad.

“Whatever.”

More silence.

You chew diligently on your bottom lip until he speaks.

“I’m sorry. It’s been weird these past few weeks. I think…I think it’d be best if I moved out?”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, you’re actually comfortable like this? We nearly fuck, we kiss. You mauled my one-night stand! You push me away, you try to reel me back in. Forgive me for getting mixed signals!” His hands move into his hair, running his fingers through it, “I can’t do this anymore, I really can’t! Seeing you, it’s like…it’s fucking torture. I can’t do it.”

“You don’t talk to me for weeks and this is what you have to say!? You think this is easy for me?! God, Peter! I don’t know how to feel about you! I’m a fucking lab experiment gone rogue! I’m barely a person! What part of that screams girlfriend material to you!”

“I’ll let the landlord know I’m getting off the lease. I’ll be out at the end of the month.”

“So that’s it?”

“I can call Stark back, so you aren’t by yourself. I know you hate that. I don’t want you to have to be alone. We just…can’t be alone together. Not like this. Not until I’m over this…”

“Fuck you, Peter Parker.”

The new door slams, the hinges cracking.

You’re awake for hours, waiting for him to come home. You smell him before you see him.

Blood. You smell blood, thick and salty, and wrong on Peter.

His suit has been shredded along his abdomen, the blood making the spandex cling to the open wounds.

He nearly falls through the window and you catch him before he hits the floor. Guilt is swift and immediate.

Wordlessly, you help him to the bathroom. He doesn’t fuss, doesn’t put up a fight.

You peel off his suit gently, careful of the-are those claw marks in his chest? Before you can grab the first aid, his fingers are loosely wrapped around your wrist. He pulls you towards him. Pressing you against him, his sweaty bloody body touching your skin. He lets out a tense breath.

“Peter-”

“Just let me hold you. Just for a little bit.”

You can’t say no to him. You let him run his fingers through your hair, rub your back. Gently, you lay your head on his shoulder, trying to be careful of his wounds but selfishly trying to soak up all the emotion and touch you haven’t felt in weeks.

“I’m sorry,” He breathes out after a long stretch of silence.

“I..I’m sorry, too.”

“I kept trying to push you.”

“I was trying to protect you from me.”

He takes your face in his hands. His blood feels tacky on your cheeks. He brings your foreheads together, his breath warm against your lips. You remember what it was like to kiss him. How he’d begged for it, begged for something so simple as that.

The thought makes your body pulse in ways you don’t want to think about. Not right now. His thumb rubs against your cheek, leaving your flesh tingling in its wake.

“I don’t need you to protect me. Let alone protect me from something I want.”

“I told you before, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

He chuckles weakly before letting you go. You grab the first aid kit out of the medicine cabinet but still feel his eyes tracing along your back. When you turn, he doesn’t shy away from his staring, a goofy smile still plastered on his face.

“I wanna kiss you again.”

“Peter, can you focus?”

“So mean to me,” He pouts when you come near him, “I’m injured and you won’t kiss me better?”

“You’ve lost a lot of blood. Healing factor is making you loopy. Sit up straight, I’m going to disinfect your wounds.”

“Yes ma’am,” In the same scratchy voice that he had when he-

Ugh. You are not thinking about that right now. Even if he’s being too handsy, running his hands over your hips, up your sides. Trying to pull you into his lap.

“I can smell it, ya know? Super senses.”

You want to dose him with the rubbing alcohol bottle just to get him to stop talking. His blood was clotting nicely and you’ve since surmised that most if the blood on him wasn’t him as you feared.

“Smell what?” You dab him gently instead. A tight, clean gauze dressing and the deep marks should go away in a few days. You apply the clean cotton and begin to wrap him up, seconds away from applying skin safe tape.

“When your cunt’s wet, when I turn you on. Like now. Can smell it, always have. That’s how I know you want this too, you’re just scared.”

Your noses touch when you look at him earnestly, “I am scared.”

“I’m scared, too,” His fingers move through your hair, his eyes scan your face, “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t wanna lose your trust.”

It feels good. The silence surrounding you doesn’t feel as oppressive knowing that you’re both in it together. Your eyes close without your permission, lounging once again the comfort of just having Peter touch you again.

“I trust you, Peter.”

You feel his face move further toward you, his lips inches away from yours.

“Say that again,” he whispers breathlessly, “Please, say that again.”

“I trust you.”

It was the closest thing to confirmation he was ever going to get, but he’d take it.

His lips press against yours, a soft peck. Another and another until he can feel your body relax. He’s been so starved of you, greed fills him when your lips part. He lifts you up, possessive hands firm on your ass.

God, you were soft. So soft and warm. He wants to devour you, piece by piece.

He puts you on the bathroom counter, your legs hike up over his hips. Your pussy is pressed against the tent in his pants through your thin sleep shorts.

He won’t pull away. His lips leave yours only briefly to catch his breath. Your shaky hands move through his hair and he shutters.

“Missed you so bad,” He whispers, “Missed you so fucking bad.”

His hands move up your shirt, his warm hands traveling up to your bra and then running back down to your thighs.

You whimper, your flesh breaking out in goosebumps. His lips trail pecks from your mouth, across your cheek, and down your neck. The soft noises you make control him. You’ve never experienced pleasure like this and he wanted to be the only one to give it to you.

The only person you’ll ever have. The idea of anyone else seeing you melt like this makes him suck the sensitive skin of your neck between his teeth.

“Peter-“ Slightly desperate. Begging almost.

He pets your hair, “Shh, baby. I’m right here. Do you feel me?”

He pulls your hips tighter to him. Your fingers dig into his shoulders. When you hiss between your teeth, he can feel himself leak precum.

“Y…yeah…” You move minutely against him, “Yeah, feel you. Feels good…”

He kisses you again, just to taste the words. He pulls away just to get your shirt off. New skin for him to put his mouth on. He unhooks your bra easily, how starved he was for your flesh. He mouths along your collarbones, leaving bruises with his mouth that would linger on your skin.

He kisses down your chest. Your nipples are hard and pink and distracting.

“Peter, Peter, I-“

His tongue swirls around a nub, the other is tortured by his fingers. He pulls it away from your flesh. You try to move your chest further into his face. Christ, you’re so fucking adorable. You gasp and writhe.

Fuck, you’re getting so wet too. He can feel it against him, dampening the front of your panties and his Spidey suit.

His cock aches. He needed to be inside you, couldn’t take getting pushed away again. He was going insane. He was going to jump out of his skin if he had to wait any longer.

“Get down.”

“Wha?” Your voice is thick and heavy. Your eyes are glazed over. It’s making it so much worse.

“Get down, lean over the counter.”

For the first time in weeks, you do as you're told. Your panties are around your ankles before you realize it. He spreads your ankles apart.

Your pussy is pink and glistening. His mouth waters while he admires it. You whine.

“Nah baby, don’t be embarrassed. Most perfect thing I have ever seen…” He kisses along your shoulders, down your back.

His hand moves between your thighs, “You’ve never had anything inside this sweet pussy, have you?”

Your cheeks are flushed, “No…”

He smiles, reaching around your front and pressing against your clit.

“Oh my god-“

“Breathe, baby,” He presses the tip of one finger against your opening, “Gonna open you up so I don’t hurt you. It’ll feel good, I promise. Just breathe.”

One finger slides in instantly. In and out, hearing the sound of your soaked cunt. He can see your legs lock at first as you feel the awkward pressure. You relax again when you get accustomed to one finger. Another slides alongside and you keen as the press against that spot inside you.

“Too much…” You whimper.

“Pretty girl, I know you can take more,” His fingers speed up slightly as you leak against him, “Fuck, you’re so tight. Been dreaming about you cumming around my cock…”

Your eyes flutter closed, your mouth opens just slightly. Your hips move back against his fingers. You might be trying to say something, but the only thing Peter can hear is-

“Ah, ah, fuck, please…”

Your face in the mirror is gonna make him lose it. He gently tilts your head back.

“Look at yourself,” He whispers in your ear, eyes locking with yours in the reflection, “Look at what I’m doing to you…”

Another finger, his free hand returns home to your clit. You don’t avert your eyes, even though you really want to. Watching your own skin flush, your pupils unfocuses, your jaw slack.

“‘m so close…so close…”

Embarrassing for you, arousing for him.

He pulls his hands away from you. You whine, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “No!”

You feel the tip of him press against your hole. Protests die in your throat. He’s big. So big, you don’t know if he’ll fit. He might tear you apart. You feel so empty though, open and ready. If he doesn’t do something, your heart is gonna explode in your chest.

You trust him.

He’s trying so hard to be patient. You’re a fucking velvet vice around the head of his cock and he wants to feel you all around him. He pushes in farther, letting out a strained moan.

Your breathing picks up, your eyes squeeze shut. He knows before you say. He can feel your walls pulse, your thighs quivering-

“Cumming, Peter, fuck I’m gonna-“

He nearly finishes right there and then. Your cunt tightens impossibly around him, trying to milk him for all his worth. Your body crumples, nearly hitting the floor. He holds you while you shutter through it, kissing along your temple.

He guides you gently to the floor, laying you on your back before boxing you in with his own. He guides your thighs over his hips.

He slides in much easier after your first orgasm. By the time he’s fully seated inside you, you already accept your fate. He takes a minute to look where you're conjoined, your puffy pussy taking all of him.

He pulls out just enough before slamming back in, watching your face. Your groan, your head lulling back. He does it again, and again. Shallow, slow thrusts to get you used to the weight of him. He’s seeing stars behind his eyes, watching your face contort while he overstimulates you on purpose.

“You’ve got more in you,” He pants out, “I know you’ve got more in you.”

Those swallow thrusts change into deeper, faster ones. Hitting that spot inside you over and over. Your skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, his blood is drying on your body. The sight of it is making him insane. Peter leans over and starts sucking bruises into the soft flesh of your neck. His teeth trace your jugular.

“One more,” He breathes in your ear, “Gimme one more…”

Your abs are twitching underneath him, whimpering and whining and clinging to him. You say his name over and over, like it’s the only word that exists in your brain.

His thrusts get more sloppy, feeling your own second impending orgasm build pushes him toward the edge.

“Gonna cum inside you…” Not a question, a statement.

No going back.

You only cry out, seeking out his mouth to drown out the embarrassing noises you’re making. He licks into your mouth just as you tighten and gush around him again.

With one final thrust, he cums deep inside you. He bites down hard on your lower lip.

Now, he’s got your blood on him. No matter how small the amount.

“I love you,” He whispers against your skin, “I love you…”

You nod, struggling to catch your breath. You lean your head against him.

“If you love me, really, you’ll help me clean up.”

He laughs. It’s the prettiest sound you’ve heard in weeks.

“Fine,” He presses a noisey kiss to the crown of your head, “Shower?”

“A shower shower,” You say, “No funny business.”

“I promise nothing.”

“Christ, Peter, at least wait until I can stand…”

It’s a start.

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Girls Like Girls - Robin Buckley X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Robin has a crush on the new girl in town. Y/N is also a new member of the cheer squad, which means Robin sees her all the time at games and other school events. Unfortunately, Robin is put in a tough situation. She's scared to talk to her because the cheerleaders have a reputation of being mean girls and she fears that Y/N may not feel the same. Little does Robin know that Y/N does not appear as she seems. Y/N becomes best friends with Eddie, which seems unlikely at the surface due to different social circles. This leads to rumors of course and word spreads like wildfire here at Hawkins, which then makes Robin's feelings even more confusing. After hanging out with Steve and the gang, Robin starts to see a different side to Y/N. Will they end up together or will they just remain friends?

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Chapter 6

You heard the ding of the bell as someone had entered the book store. “Hey there, welcome to- oh hey you!” You say looking up to the customer but seeing Robin instead. Your mood had instantly lifted. It had been months since the Christmas party at Steve’s and things were going great between you and Robin. You guys were hanging out a lot more. You had things that turned into weekly traditions. Like going to the movies every Friday night, going to the diner every Sunday morning and getting breakfast, and now that it was getting warm out you went on walks after school everyday. You loved the time you got to spend with her. It just felt right between the two of you. You had missed her and were grateful to have her back. “What are you doing here?” You asked with a smile.

“Oh you know, just bringing you some lunch. I figured it might be a slow day so I thought I’d keep you some company.” Robin said, setting down some food to share between the two of you.

“Well aren’t you just a peach!” You say walking from behind the counter and giving her a hug.

“You look so pretty today.” Robin complimented as she took your hand. You did a twirl while still holding her hand. You were wearing a white top with a black skirt, something simple but still so beautiful in Robin's.

You blushed at her compliment. “Thank you sweet angel!” You thanked her.

The pair of you sat and ate the food that Robin had brought. You chatted about spring break plans as it was coming up in a few weeks. Steve of course wanted to throw a party since his parents would be gone and Eddie wanted to go on a road trip with everyone. But you and Robin just wanted to stay back and have a nice relaxing time. Sadly it was not an option as it was split in the middle and it was up to the two of you to decide what you all did.

“I mean if we pick a party at Steve’s, maybe it won't be a big thing? You know, just make it like a few of us or something?” Robin suggested.

“Yeah that could work honestly. You don’t wanna be stuck in a van with Eddie, it can get super gross and smelly. He is a man after all! Plus all of us confined in such a tight space like that, we’d probably kill each other eventually.” You chuckled. The thought of that could make Robin spiral, she had avoided Eddie as much as she could. If she were around him, she’d just get angry and sad all over again just like that night at your house all those months ago.

“So it’s settled then, we’ll have a small party at Steve’s. I’d better call him and let him know, can I use the phone here?” She asked, you handed her the phone and cleaned up the trash from lunch.

“Hey Harrington, we made a decision. We’ll have the party. BUT, only if it’s just our group. No big Harrington bash. I’m serious!” She said. Robin continued the phone call with Steve as you finished cleaning up. “Yeah yeah yeah, whatever dingus. Look I gotta go okay? Bye.” Robin said, hanging up the phone shortly after. People were starting to stagger in and look around, which meant Robin had to leave. “Alright well, I guess I should head out and let you go.”

“I’ll see you at school tomorrow angel!” You said waving goodbye to her and quickly started helping people find what they needed. You liked working at the bookstore, it was usually pretty calming most days. Plus when it was super dead, you were able to read some of the books yourself. You were currently hooked on reading The Lord of The Rings series and you had just finished The Hobbit not too long ago. You wished you could buy the full set, but it had cost way too much.

“Did you find everything all right Mrs. Gibson?” You said as you were checking out one of your usual customers. Mrs. Gibson would come in every week to find new books for her young granddaughter. It was sweet and you enjoyed the conversations you would have with her.

“Oh yes I did! How have you been my dear?” She asked.

“I’ve been great! Just been working, going to school, and hanging out with my friends. I hope you’re doing well!” You replied.

“I’ve been doing good! Any fun plans for spring break?” She asked, pulling her wallet out of her purse.

“Your total is $13.45 by the way! Me and a few friends are gonna have a small get together, but that's all that I have planned. How about you, do you have anything fun planned?” You say to her.

“Well Mr. Gibson and I are planning on heading to Florida with the family, we have a little beach house there and we go a few times a year!” Mrs. Gibson replied, handing you the cash.

“That sounds lovely, I hope you and your family have a wonderful time!” You handed her the receipt and exchanged goodbyes.

The rest of your shift went by rather quickly, you soon headed home to get dinner and ready for bed as you had school in the morning.

You stood at your locker getting your books for the next few classes, when suddenly you see a pair of feet before you. You close your locker to see Robin standing there. “Are we still on for tonight?” She asked with a grin.

“Yes we are, but I do have to help Eddie study for exams after school. I will absolutely be there to pick you up at our usual time once I'm done!” You say as you walk with her to your next class, which you just so happened to have with her.

“Seems a little early to be studying for exams doesn’t it?” Robin questioned.

“Well you know Eddie, he’s gotta start early if he wants to graduate with us.” You said. This was important to you which meant it was important to Eddie. He didn’t want to disappoint anyone, especially you. He cared too much about you to let you down. So if that meant he had to buckle up and study, then that's what he would do.

“I guess that makes sense. As long as he doesn’t take you away from me for our movie night then we’ll be good, otherwise I’d probably have to beat him up.” You chuckled at her joke but Robin was only semi joking. You both took your seats as class was starting.

“Alright everyone, pop quiz time!” The teacher said which made the class groan.

Robin sat on her front steps waiting for you to pick her up for the movies. She continuously kept checking her watch, she feared that you were gonna be late or not show up at all. She knew how you got when you would hang out with Eddie. As Robin got caught up with her anxious thoughts, she heard a honk. She had checked her watch for the time. There you were right on time as you said you would. Robin let out a sigh of relief, she hated thinking the worst at times. Especially when the thing she was so anxious about ended up working out and being fine in the end.

“You ready to go?” You asked as Robin got in the car. She nodded and buckled her seatbelt. “Alright then, let's go!” You said driving off to the theater.

You make it there and stand in line to get your tickets. As you were deciding which film to see, you heard a voice behind you. “Oh well well well, look who it is, girls?” You and Robin turn around to see who it is, but deep down you know already.

“Hello Chrissy.” You say with an unpleasant sigh. “Can we help you with something?” Robin asked.

“Yeah you can actually, why don’t you both go crawl back into whatever hole-” Robin held up her hand to Chrissy.

“Would you just give it up already and go bother someone who actually gives a shit?” Robin stated. She was a little shocked with herself. She never stood up to people like Chrissy.

“Ugh whatever! Let’s get out of here girls” Chrissy scoffed as her and her friends walked away.

“Next please!” The ticket holder called. It was your turn in line. You bought your tickets and made your way inside to get snacks and catch your seats. You had decided on seeing Gremlins as Robin hadn’t seen it yet and she knew how much you enjoyed horror films. Plus it had a little bit of a Christmas feel to it, which you knew how much Robin loved Christmas.

The movie was going well and you were both enjoying it. Robin was so tranced at the screen that she almost jumped at you holding her hand, but that feeling had soon faded as you started to rub your thumb against her skin. It was a simple act of affection but it meant so much to Robin. It brought her so much comfort and reminded her of the first night that you ever held her hand. She got butterflies just thinking about it.

“So did you enjoy the movie?” You asked as you drove Robin home.

“I actually did!” Robin exclaimed, she was rambling on about the cinematography and anything else that she could having to do with the film. “I’m rambling again aren’t I? Oh god I’m sorry, when I get excited-”

“It’s okay, I find it cute the way you ramble. Especially when you get excited about things.” You reassured her. You turned to her and moved a piece of hair out of her face gently. “There, now I can see all of your pretty face!” You say with a giggle. Robin just sat there with her mouth open, all she could do was sit there and turn a light shade of pink.

“I um-” She coughed trying to clear her throat. “Thank you.” Robin said, looking straight ahead. For the rest of the ride home you talked about what you both would do before the party at Steve’s. You had decided on going to the park and reading a book with her and going to the music store to check out the new records that were in stock. You were both excited to spend more time together, just the two of you doing things that you both enjoyed.

“Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains in the moon. Roads go ever ever on, Under cloud and under star. Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen, And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green, And trees and hills they long have known”

You read aloud as you lay your head in Robin’s lap. You were both lying in the field at the park as the sun was setting. You were finishing up reading The Hobbit to Robin as she hadn’t read it before. Eddie let you borrow his copy. As you were reading, Robin played with your hair with one hand, while you held the other. It was a perfect moment and neither of you wanted it to end. Once you had finished the book, the pair of you just stayed where you were. Enjoying the company of one another until the sun had fully set. Robin helped you clean up once it was time to go.

“So do you know who’s gonna be at this party tomorrow?” Robin asked. She wanted to make sure Eddie wouldn’t be there to ruin her moment. She was finally going to take Steve’s advice and ask you out. She felt that things were going well with the two of you and you had been spending more time with her than with Eddie.

“I’m honestly not sure, I know it’ll be us, Nancy and Mike, maybe Dustin, Lucas, and Max as well.” Robin let out a sigh of relief. Surely you would know if Eddie were coming and if you did then you would have told her. The both of you continued to talk more about the party as you drove Robin home.

“So I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8 and then we can stay at my place after the party!” You say as Robin stands outside the driver side door.

“That sounds perfect to me, I’ll see you then! Drive safe!” Robin replied as she made her way to the front door.

“Don’t I always?” You chuckled and drove off.

Tomorrow was going to be a big day and Robin just hoped it would go the way she had planned it all week.

It was finally the big night of the party and Robin was a nervous wreck. She tried to hide that from you but you knew her too well. “You okay there?” You asked.

“What oh uh yeah, yeah I’m okay.” Robin replied, fidgeting with her fingers. You grab her hand and rub your thumb like you normally do. You could tell something was eating at her, but you never pushed her to tell you anything she didn’t want to talk about.

“Well whatever has you all anxious, just know I’m here for you, however you need me, okay angel?” You say still rubbing your thumb on her smooth skin. She nods her head and thanks you.

You both arrive at the party and already there’s a good amount of people there. You make your rounds to say hello to everyone and suddenly the doorbell rings.

“What’s up, party people?!” Eddie shouts over the music as he and a few of the other members of the Hellfire gang walk in, setting the pizza and soda down on the table.

“Oh my god Eddie!” You yell in excitement as you jump into his arms. You hadn’t seen him for a while and you missed him like crazy. “I missed you so so much Eds!”

He spun around with you in his arms. “I missed you too peach!” Eddie exclaimed.

Robin went into the kitchen to hide away, she was angry. She felt like her entire plan was ruined. Steve came into the kitchen to see what was wrong.

“Hey, what the hell is going on?” Steve asked as Robin was hunched over the counter.

“Why is he here?!” She asked, anger seeping in her voice.

“Well when I was inviting Dustin, Eddie may have overheard so I had to invite him too. I felt bad, I didn't want to leave him out.” Steve responded and gave his friend a sympathetic look. “Robin, I’m really sorry. I should have told you that he was coming. Y/N didn’t know, don’t be mad at her.”

She let out a harsh sigh. “Whatever.” She said brushing past Steve and going back to the party.

Everyone was watching a movie in the living room so Robin sat in the recliner and watched along to try and get her out of this sour mood. She was determined to get her moment with you, no matter what it takes. She wanted it to be perfect.

There you were sitting on the sofa with Eddie, your legs on his lap as he held onto you. She couldn’t take it anymore. She stormed out of the room and went outside and sat by the pool. You soon followed after her to see if she was okay.

“Robin? Hey, what's the matter?” You say sitting next to her.

“Why does HE have to be here?” Robin scoffed.

“Who?” You asked.

“Eddie, that's who!” She yells.

You had never seen Robin this upset before. You tried to comfort her the best you could. ‘Had something happened between them? Why was she so mad at Eddie?’ So many thoughts were racing through your mind you didn’t know what to think.

“Did something happen with you guys?” You questioned Robin.

“Yes- well no. Not exactly.” She began to quiet down and look away from you, trying to hide the tears that were forming. You could hear her voice breaking as she spoke.

“Hey, angel. Talk to me, what’s going on?” You said trying to get her to look at you.

“It’s just- it’s not fair.” Robin began to say.

“What’s not fair?” You asked.

“That HE gets to be with you. That he gets to make you laugh the way that you do, that he gets to do the things that I should be able to do with you. It’s just so goddamn unfair!” She sobbed.

“Robin-” She interrupted you before you could continue.

“That’s why I didn’t talk to you for that period of time, I couldn’t stand seeing you together the way that you are. I’ve been through this with Vickie. It broke me so badly and I never wanted to face that kind of rejection or humiliation ever again and now it’s happening all a second time. I had this big plan to ask you to be my girlfriend and to go to the prom with me. I love spending time with you. I love the way you twirl around in your skirts. I love the way you scrunch your nose like a bunny. I love the way that when the wind hits just right, I can smell your perfume and how sweet it is. I love the way that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight. I love the way that I feel when I’m with you. I love you. I love you so damn much. But I can’t bear to see you with Eddie anymore. I just-” You pulled her face towards yours and kissed her. She didn’t know what to think, she hadn’t done this with anyone before. It didn’t take long for her instincts to kick in. Robin began to kiss you back. Your lips began to move in sync with hers, like it was meant to be. You tasted sweet, like strawberries. She knew how she felt about you and she knew this just felt right.

“Robin, Eddie and I are just friends. I promise you that. He’s my best friend and that’s it. Eddie is my Steve.” You began to say. “He was the first friend I ever really made. I never had any growing up, I got picked on a lot. He understood me in ways that no one ever had. We both lost our mom’s and our dad's aren't the greatest.”

‘That would explain why she lived with her grandparents.’ Robin thought to herself. You began to wipe away her tears gently.

“Robin, I’ve had feelings for you for so long. I tried to give as many signals as I could, I just thought that you maybe didn’t feel the same. You are so special to me and I care about you so much. You mean everything to me. I love the way you ramble when you get nervous and even about the things that you're passionate about. I love that little hair that hangs in your face. I love that I can be myself when I'm with you. I love how funny you are, I just love you Robin.” You admitted to her.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yes really!” You giggled.

“So does this mean-” Robin started.

“Yes, I will be your girlfriend!” You said and you kissed her cheek.

“Cool, that’s- that’s super cool.” She said getting flustered. You giggled at her and stood up from where you sat.

“Come on, let’s go back inside and have a good time.” You suggested, holding out your hand to help her up. She took your hand and got up, following you back inside. The group ended up having fun the rest of the night, watching movies, eating junk food, and playing games. It was around midnight when everyone started to head home.

“Hey Munson, wait up!” Robin called to Eddie as he headed toward his van.

“What’s up?” He asked, turning around to face her.

“Look, I’m really sorry for the way I’ve treated you as of late. You’re a good guy and I was just-” She let out a sigh. “Just jealous of you and I thought that you were with Y/N, so I acted horribly to you and that wasn’t fair. I’m really sorry Eddie.”

He chuckled. “It’s alright Robin, really. You didn’t know and I don’t blame you for that. I appreciate the apology. Just hope that we can be friends now.”

“Definitely!” Robin proclaimed.

The two said their goodbyes and Robin made her way back to your car. You drove off back to your house, holding onto her hand. She began to think to herself about how Steve was right all along once again. “Damn you Harrington.” She muttered to herself.

“What was that?” You asked, looking over to her.

“Oh nothing, it was nothing.” Robin replied with a huge smile on her face.

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anemptypuddingcup · 1 year

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Hey! I love your work and I love reading it so I thought, is it okay for me to request either jealous Law or jealous Zoro x Fem!reader smut? Please and thank you!

-Oooh! I’m glad that you enjoy reading my works, it makes me really really happy to know that others enjoy reading my fics. I was prepared to write the moment I saw this. I wrote Zoro for you since I wrote Law yesterday and I need more of Zoro anyways. I kinda got swallowed into the fic and couldn’t stop writing honestly so it may be a bit long.

Jealous Zoro x Fem!Reader Smut.

Contains; Jealous!Zoro. Reader is unintentionally making him jealous due to her kind heart. (It’s probably Sanji, Luffy or even Franky.) Semi-Public sex. (They’re in a storage closet) Rough-ish sex. Zoro degrading you a bit- Reader is a bit oblivious to what’s going on- a warm and fluffy ending.

Roronoa Zoro tolerated much. At least when it came down to you. Even during the time he wasn’t with you, he had to endure not breaking someone’s jaw for just absentmindedly flirting with you. Yet now since you’re both officially dating, he can’t really bear to just sit around and watch his captain or crew mates talk to you all sweetly as if you weren’t someone else’s. He understands that Luffy did it unintentionally same with Franky, yet it was kind of weird seeing how they decided to do it more knowing that you’re with a certain strong moss-headed swordsman. He absolutely knew Sanji was doing it on purpose or it was probably the fact that he couldn’t sit down and keep his dick away from women for one millisecond when he saw one.

What made him even more angry was the fact that you were just- letting it happen, not even bothering to remind them that you both were dating. Watching from the sidelines began to make him assume that you liked their attention more than his, and he’s just about had enough of the bullshit. He didn’t mind Nami or Robin but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be on their case either if he noticed some weird behavior from them as well. All he could do was sit back and wait until the wrong thing fell out of someone’s mouth for him to get pissed. Sadly this morning had to be the morning where something decided to transpire, an early morning where he was already a bit grumpy and tired from birdwatching in the crow’s nest all night.

Walking through the kitchen, he didn’t expect to see you and Sanji mingling in the kitchen, talking about what you wanted for breakfast. Seeing Sanji’s lovestruck eyes staring into yours had ticked him off enough for the morning. You turn to Zoro and smile, happy to see him up bright and early for the morning. “Good morning baby, are you alright?” You asked, slowly getting up from your seat. Zoro walks over to you and grabs your hand, pulling you out the kitchen and away from Sanji. “Bye ________-San!~ I’ll cook your breakfast for you!~” You hear Sanji’s words fade out as Zoro pulls you along into the storage room. Closing the door behind you both, he shoves you against the wall making whimper in slight pain. “Z-Zoro? Zoro what’s wrong…?” You asked, pressing your hands to his shoulders. “What’s this about? Why do you let them- him out of all people talk to you like that, look at you like that!?” Zoro asked angrily, sliding a hand up your shirt. You grip his arm as he slides his large hand up to your body and through your bra.

He gropes your breast roughly while playing with your nipple, making you let out a soft moan. “Is that what it is? You like getting their attention or something? What about mine hm?” His hands runs over your body so roughly, gripping the button of your jeans so tightly before breaking it and loosening up your jeans. “Z-Zoro-“ You say abruptly, trying to get him to calm down. A thick and rough fingertip to your clit makes you let out a moan before you cover your mouth. “Filthy whore, a filthy whore is what you are.” He growls as he grips your chin. You shivered as his finger slides across your slit while your juices leaked out onto his fingers. “Z-Zoro please- h-hold on~” You whimpered, trying your best to stay quiet. Spreading your legs with his knee, he yanks your jeans down while he pulls his hard cock from his.

You turn away from him, peering at the door to make sure no one walks in but he holds your chin tightly and turns your head towards his. “Look at me, look at me. Don’t worry about who’s goin’ to walk in. Just look at me while I fuck this slutty n’ needy pussy of yours.” The looks in his eyes made you shiver from his determination and seriousness, he was genuinely angry about this. He holds on of your legs up onto his shoulder and keeps you pressed against the wall while he slides his cock against your slick entrance. With him slowly sliding into you, you let out a slight whimper followed by a gasp as he slowly slides into you. “Z-Zoro-“ He cuts you off by throwing his other hand onto your mouth, muffling your slightly pained moans. “Shh it’s okay, I’m almost in. Take it like the slutty girl you are~” He growl as he bottoms out into you. A loud yet muffled moan leaves your lips as you feel his cock kiss your cervix so deeply.

All you could do was hold on to to the wall for balance as Zoro slowly began to rut into you. His thrusts grew more rough while your pleasured moans spilled out of your covered mouth. Zoro slowly trailed his hand from your mouth to your neck, squeezing it tight just slightly. You presses your hand against his wrist but he demanded that you’d move it away. “Move your goddamn hand.” He demanded, his tone a bit dark. A strained whimper leaves your throat as he thrusts up a bit higher into you, aiming for your g-spot. A loud moan leaves you, you could care less about making any noise anymore. “What’s wrong? Don’t look like that now, you weren’t lookin’ like that when that shitty cook was flirting with you.” He says, a dark smile spreading across his face. “Z-Zoro~ P-Please~” You gasped as his thrusts grew stronger and rougher. “You like it when I fuck you like this? Like some cheap whore off fuckin’ the street?” Zoro says, disregarding your begging while continuing to fuck into you like a wild animal. You whined and felt your leg growing shaky while you began to lose balance, you couldn’t stay standing for much longer.

Noticing this, he removes his hand from your throat and wraps your legs around his hips before continuing, now chasing for his high. “Such a cute little whore, you’re about to cum aren’t you.” He breathes as thrusts grew more sloppy and frantic. “Z-Zorooo~ M-M’gonna- I-I’m g-gonnaaa~” You whined as as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Zoro chuckles, happy to see your little face as you took his cock so well. “My little slut gonna cum? You wanna cum?” He cooed before pressing a kiss onto your lips. You could barely muster up anymore words for him, only nodding in response to his question. “Speak t’me, I don’t take head movements.” He says followed by a little groan. You struggled to speak due to the pleasure but you let out a few words to please him. “I-I w-wanna cummm~ P-Please let me c-cum Zorooo~” You whimpered loudly as you feel yourself ready to burst. “Good girl, go on and cum around my dick f’me~” He presses kiss to you lips before finally continuing his rough yet sloppy thrusts. “Z-Zoro! R-Roronoa!~” You held on to Zoro tightly and throw your head back as your cunt gushes around his cock, an exhausted moan following afterwards. A groan leaves Zoro as he cums deep into your cunt, a little bit dribbling down your leg and onto your jeans.

A whimper leaves you as you held on to Zoro who was breathing heavily against your body. He stumbles a bit but keeps his balance while he still held on to you. Zoro peers down at you and presses a kiss to your head before nuzzling into your neck. You gasped as you felt him twitch inside of you before slowly pulling out, a trail of cum connecting from his cock to your cunt. “Roronoa.” You breathed, combing your fingers through his green mossy hair. “Hm?” He answers, not bothering to look up at you. “Why didn’t you just tell me before all of this..?” You sighed, out of energy and breath to move much more. You hear and feel him huff against you, probably from irritation. “Well you made me mad…what else was I supposed to to..?” He groans now looking down into your eyes. You sigh from his ignorance but press a kiss to his head. “You can’t tell me it wasn’t fun though…” He continued. You chuckle slightly as he sits down onto the floor still holding on to you. “You were just an angry little moss ball, weren’t you?” You giggle before pressing a kiss to his lips.

Zoro blushes before pulling you closer to him, peppering kisses to your face. “And I didn’t mean…all that stuff I called you. I was…upset.” He admits. You lays your head against his shoulder before yawning. “S’alright Zoro…S’okay…” You say as you grew tired. Zoro gives you another kiss before sighing out of relief.

He’s pretty sure you’ve gotten the hint by now.

-this one feels a bit out of place but I hope you like it Anon!

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bean-bean2000 · 5 months

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The Hacker - Part 3

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst, yelling, self-deprecating thoughts (lbody dismorphia, self-hatred), recall of past traumatic events including physical and mental abuse & murder, guns, depression (suicidal thoughts).

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You wake up to loud banging on your door and yelling.

“YOU BRAT!! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!” Steve yells.

You giggle at his anger. You get up and open the door swiftly with a smirk.

“What’s wrong Cap? Couldn’t sleep?”

“What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just be a quiet nerd that does what she’s told to do? Why can’t you follow simple orders? Why must you always create problems?!”

“Geez Cap, I always took you for a morning person. Who’s got your panties in a twist?”

“Cut that out right now! I know it was you! This never happened until you showed up. What did you want to achieve from this?”

“I’m not property. I am not a soldier. As Tony said, I’m a cyberpunk. A simple ‘Thank you for saving my life’ would have been nice. You’re too high strung and refuse to admit that you were wrong and I was very right for interfering. I will not be your puppet. I am my own person, whether you like it or not! I may be a part of this team, against my own will, but that doesn’t mean you can bark orders at me like a dog!”

“GAH! you’re unbelievable!” Steve says as he stomps away.

You snort and roll your eyes. You head to the kitchen and living room to grab some breakfast; not like you were going to fall back asleep now anyway.

As you walk in you see a certain blue-eyed brooding super soldier sitting at the kitchen island, sipping on coffee.

Your heart skips a beat but you ignore it and walk nonchalantly to the coffee machine.

“Good morning.” you say politely.

Bucky doesn’t reply but you can feel his eyes boring into your back. You turn around slowly and sip on your coffee, staring back at him. You’re not that easily intimidated.

Bucky snorts as a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. “You’re something else you know that? Nobody has ever angered Steve like you have.”

“Nobody has treated me as poorly as he has”

Bucky sighs “Give him a chance. He doesn’t understand how to use the TV remote half the time. He’s scared. he doesn’t know how to guide you and lead you during missions. He’s lost when it comes to modern age technology and it’s frustrating him.”

You stare at him as you consider what Bucky has told you.

“Regardless, his behaviour towards me is ridiculous. Considering he’s from the 40’s I expected a bit more chivalry and respect from him. I will make it clear as much as I can and as many times as needed that I am not his dog that he can bark orders at. End of conversation.”

“Wow this generation has really raised some ballsy women.” He says while shaking his head with a smile.

“Is that a problem old man? Want me to be little miss submissive? Running to you every night with a fresh meal on the table and do everything at your bidding?” you reply in a mocking voice.

Bucky gets up from the bar stool and walks towards you, he gently lowers his elbows on the kitchen island and stares at you directly in your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Honestly, I respect you the most out of everyone. You came here, alone and scared, and you still stand your ground, no matter the consequences. You’re confident and self-assured. They underestimated you.”

Your tongue is caught in your throat. His blue eyes are stormy. You swear you can see admiration and pride in his eyes but you quickly look away before you let your body take over and do what you really want to do to him. This is strictly professional. No emotions, you promised yourself.

You clear your throat and back up a bit “I um - i’m going to go to my office and do some stuff…alright bye.” You stammer as you quickly run off before he can stop you.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky watches you runaway with a smile on his face and his heart beating so fast. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt like this for someone. He just met her and feels like he’s known her forever.

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You run to your office and sit on your chair abruptly. You dim the light, close the shades and turn on the purple LED lights. You let out a long breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. You embrace the calming atmosphere of your office as you begin to work.

You check your emails and notice a slew of small jobs Tony has delegated to you. Hacking into some servers to retrieve some sensitive information; nothing you haven’t done before. You put your headphones on and blast some music to drown out any background noise and help you focus on finishing the task at hand.

As you’re working through your to do list, you didn’t realize how fast time flew by. The once early morning sun has now set into the late evening. You’re continuously tapping away on your keyboard, your eyes glued to the screens in front you. You’re so hyper focused you don’t realize someone is watching you from the doorframe of your office.

Suddenly you feel a hand squeeze your shoulder. You shriek so hard that your headphones fly off your head and you leap so high out of your chair that it flips over, making you fall backwards to the ground. As you’re trying to get back up, you look to the culprit and see Steve scrambling to help you up. He grabs you by your arms and pulls you up in one swift motion, all while apologizing profusely.

“Oh god I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, are you ok? I was calling your name but you couldn’t hear me so I tried to get your attention.” Steve rambles while analyzing you, looking for injuries.

You sigh a breath of relief and rub your head, already feeling a bump forming from the fall.

“It’s fine Steve. What do you want?” you answer coldly.

“Look, I wanted to apologize. I’m really sorry for how i’ve been acting. I don’t understand a fraction of what you do or how you do it and I have no idea how to lead you through the missions. I was frustrated and took it out on you. It’s not right and I’m sorry.” Steve says, blue eyes boring into yours, swirling with pleading sadness, begging to be forgiven.

“I get it Steve. I do, and I accept your apology. However, you understand that I don’t need guidance right? The internet, hacking, technology in general is my life. All I need from you is to lead, to tell me what to do and when and I’ll do it but if there is something else that I can do to help the team further or save you, I will do it. Whether you like it or not, I know the consequences of my actions and I know what I’m doing. I trust you. The real question is, do you trust me?”

“I— I do. I will. from now, I will trust you and your instincts. I promise. You’re part of the team now and I will treat you as an equal like I treat everyone else.”

“Good. Thank you for being honest with me and clearing this up. Let’s start over.”

“Deal. Thank you Y/N.”

“Just don’t piss me off again or I’ll make it way worse for you than a few simple alarms and blaring red lights in your room as payback.” you smirk at him and wink.

He rolls his eyes and smile “Understood, scouts honour.” He salutes you jokingly and walks out with a quick goodbye.

You decide to call it a night and close up your office for the day. You walk to the kitchen and realize you haven’t eaten all day.

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As you reach the kitchen and start making yourself a quick sandwich you hear footsteps approaching you.

“Hey there Cyberpunk, what are you up too? You disappeared all day today.” Bucky says as he sits next to you on a kitchen bar stool.

“I was working on some things Tony needed. I didn’t realize how time flew by. I haven’t eaten yet so i’m just making a quick snack.”

“You didn’t take a single break? How did you not eat, drink, go to the bathroom?…” Bucky looks at you with a concerned look.

“Um, no, not really. I tend to get really hyper focused on my tasks, especially when my brain is in overdrive. It’s kind of like a coping mechanism. I escape into my own cyber world and I don’t leave until my body basically wakes me up.” You say nonchalantly.

“Well, not anymore. Not on my watch.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” you ask while giggling.

“I have decided to make it my job to make sure that you’re taking enough breaks, eating, drinking water, going outside for some fresh air…”

“You don’t have to do that. I like my little cyber-cave. It’s my space, it’s fine.”

“Doll, you are stubborn.” he chuckles to you as he playfully pushes his shoulder against yours.

You reply with a scoff as you finish making your snack.

"You're too cute to treat yourself like this. Let me take care of you for a bit, I want to help."

You stare at him in disbelief.

Is he... flirting with me? There's no chance James Buchanan Barnes is flirting with me. He's just being nice to me. With women like Natasha around him, there is no way he would even look my way. I'm a freaking nerd, a computer geek that stays indoors all day and hides from the world through the internet. The other women in the compound are gorgeous with the perfect bodies to match. I'm not exactly the most fit, I can't even jog for more than 10 seconds without my lungs hurting. I dress is loose comfortable clothes, my hair is always in either a messy bun or air dried to let its natural pattern go free. I put minimal makeup at most because I'm alone indoors all day. Remember, no emotions. It's all in your head. Focus Y/N. He is just being polite and welcoming as you're a new team member.

Your thoughts are running a mile a minute as Bucky is looking into your eyes, waiting for an answer. You must have been staring at him for too long because Bucky asked you if something was wrong.

"No I um - i'm good. Just exhausted. Long day. Thanks for keeping me company for a bit. I have to go now, bye." you say awkwardly as you grab ur plate of food and scurry to your room.

"Hey, wait where are you going?" Bucky questions as he sees you run off.

You ignore him and quicken your pace. Your heart is racing. You reach your room and close the door behind you as you let out a huge sigh of relief.

Why am I so awkward? Why can't I just have a normal conversation with him? He's too damn gorgeous thats why. How can I not be attracted to him? He's built like a greek god with these captivating blue eyes and that dark hair that you just want to run your fingers through - stop it. No no no stop that right now. If you develop a crush on him, you will only get hurt. You're being delusional. He doesn't like you. Look at yourself.

You stare at yourself in the mirror.

What could he possibly be attracted to? The dark circles under my eyes? My messy hair? My loose fitting clothes that give me no shape whatsoever? It's not like my body is perfect either. I have stretch marks, I'm not fit, I don't have abs by any means, my arms are not muscular or toned, my thighs are large.... I do have a nice ass and some great boobs, I will admit.

Bucky is a man that goes for super model type women. Not computer nerds that eat take out almost religiously and never leave their computer chair except to go to the bathroom. I think the most steps i've done in an entire day is 500. Who am i kidding? Why am I doing this to myself? Just stop. Focus on work, nothing else. This will only lead to more and more heartbreak that I just can't take anymore.

There is so much they don't know about me. They can't know. I've worked so hard to erase it from the world all together, to make myself disappear into thin air, to hardly exist. I know Tony is probably trying to deep dive into my past and find some trace of who I am and where I'm from but I know I've gotten rid of it all years ago and I plan on keeping it that way.

Start of flashback

You're hiding under your desk in your room, shaking as you hear your parents screaming at each other in the kitchen. You had accidentally dropped a plate and it crashed to the floor, pieces flying everywhere which had caused your father to erupt in a rage. He stalked towards you as a slew of insults that have been repeated to you over the years flew from his mouth: worthless, stupid, waste of life, ugly. You name it, he said it.

Taking out his anger on you, leaving you no chance to breathe until your mother pried his hands off of you while screaming for him to stop. As soon as he let go of you, you had run to your room where you're now hiding. You can feel the blood leaking from your nose and lip, one eye almost shut so tight you can hardly see out of it. You grabbed your phone and dialed 911 - terrified as to what your father might do, especially if he found out you had called the cops on him. The first responder tells you to stay where you are and keep the phone open. As you're about to reply, your door swings open and your father storms in. He rips you out from your desk and drags you to the kitchen again. You're too scared to even scream or cry.

He throws you to the floor, on the pieces of glass that remained on the floor from the broken plate you had dropped. The shards cut your hands and knees and crush into your skin. All you can do is lay there and pray that the first responder heard the scene unfold and sent police officers to your address. You're waiting to be saved, you feel helpless as always, you just want to get out.

You watch as your father punches your mother unconscious. You watch in fear as he approaches you and laughs. He tells you that this is all your fault. You watch him pull out his gun and point it as your mother who is laying on the floor lifeless. You scream as you lunge towards him to stop him but it was too late. The shot resonated throughout the tiny apartment with a sharp thud as you jumped him.

You wrestled him with all your might, grabbing a shard of glass from the floor and stabbing it into his thigh. He screamed in agony and cursed at you, punching you hard and sending you flying across the floor. You scramble to get up as you watch him point the gun to you this time. You make a split second decision and duck as you tackle his waist and force him to the ground. Wrestling again, you manage to grab the gun that is pointed at you and turn it the other way, facing your fathers chest directly. You look him in the eye as you tell him that his reign of terror has ended and you pull the trigger. You keep pulling the trigger until you hear the gun click.

You get up and look at yourself, covered in blood. Your father’s lifeless body laying there in a pool of his own blood. You hear the sirens and realize what you've done. You have to get out, now.

You grab everything you can and you run. You wash your hands, arms and chest in a pond in the forest you ran into and changed your clothes. Grabbing a pair of scissors in your bag you cut your hair to change your appearance. You take one look back at your apartment, now covered with flashing red and blue lights. You turn around and head into the forest, never looking back again.

You had found yourself in a homeless shelters for 4 years. Continuously dying your hair different colours and moving around from shelter to shelter. You had to because you were too recognizable, with a deep scar slashing across your lip and multiple scars littering the plans of your hands- a final gift from your father. When you couldn’t find a new shelter to stay at, the alleys outside were your best bet. Stealing food from trash cans and people’s lunches when they weren’t paying attention is how you survived. Keeping your appearance hidden and constantly different is how you evaded the cops. You were a missing person and a person of interest in the case of your parents. You had to get out of here to make it out alive. You decide to hop on a train and never look back.

When you woke up to the train halting to a stop. You look outside and realize you’re now in New York. You jump off the train and make your way to the city.

One day, at another random shelter, you met someone who ended up teaching you your way around computers. One thing led to another and you were a cyber whiz with an online community, making money off of rich assholes by hacking into their bank accounts and stealing some money they would never even notice was missing. You managed to get yourself a small shitty apartment, but you welcomed it as anything is better than the streets and shelters.

Once you were settled in a makeshift homb- the same home which the Avengers gracefully kidnapped you from - you decided you had to find a way to kill the old you and let the new you stay hidden.

You figured out a way to erase yourself from the world. You hacked into the government system and erased all documents pertaining to you; your birth certificate, medical records, dental records, school enrollments; everything. You manufactured one item and left it in the system for good measure; a death certificate. Nobody would search for a dead girl.

End of Flashback

You don't notice that you've sunken to the floor, shaking as you bring your knees up to your chest. Sobbing quietly as the horrific memory haunts your mind. You beg to whoever and whatever is listening to you for forgiveness. You beg to have your life taken from you. Your fathers dying words replaying in your mind forever: Worthless, stupid, waste of life.

Maybe he's right.

You hold yourself tighter as you continue crying, balled up on the floor until you fell asleep from exhaustion.

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Part 4

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