#also if someone gets the idea of blue shirts wrapped around their waists tell me immediately | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

happiest-hotch · 2 years

Text

Secrets

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (hurt and comfort)

Word Count: 3.7k

Content Warning: gunshot injury, mention of blood

There had been a debate about who would go and talk to him. Reid counted the pros and cons once they voted him off because they all worried he would launch into the statistics about whether or not she was going to live- statistics that weren't good-

JJ was too upset to be giving counsel and Morgan was on the phone with Garcia, trying to provide her with some comfort- something that was going unsuccessfully.

So that left Prentiss and Rossi, both of which didn't exactly want the job. It's seemingly impossible to offer advice to someone who never needed any, especially when this was easily one of the worst days of his life.

Emily volunteered so that Rossi could go back to the precinct with everyone else and wrap up the rest of the case, another job that was usually left for Aaron.

They could all feel the pain radiating off him as he sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair without moving an inch. Even if he would deny he cared about her more than anyone else, Emily was determined to do something.

"You should change." She told him, handing over a shirt and some dress pants of his that JJ had brought from his go bag once they realized he would not be leaving the hospital.

Aaron didn't move an inch. He stayed sat there with his body hunched over and his elbows resting on his knees, barely acknowledging her. His blue dress shirt was covered in blood, but he'd loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button.

It isn't meant to happen once to someone- being covered in the blood of someone you love- but it's happened to him twice now. Only this time, there was some tiny hope that the woman he loved would get to live and he was between trying to hold on to that hope and preparing himself for what was statistically the most likely outcome.

Aaron didn't even turn his head to look at her, but she could see the shiny tears against his cheek. "Do you know the last time I told her I loved her?" He asked, a question so far out of left field that she couldn't hide the way her mouth dropped open in shock.

"I didn't even know..." She started, unsure how to finish the thought.

"No one did." He cut her off, wondering whether or not the decision was right. If they had come clean with everyone then at least he would have been able to hold her hand in the SUV on the way to the unsub's house.

Emily looked back at where the team had been standing. "Rossi's claiming he did." She countered.

It made Aaron scoff lightly. If they weren't in the hospital and if there wasn't a large chance she was going to die, it might have been sweet for Rossi to insist he knew they loved each other just from the way they looked at each other.

"So...how long?" She asked.

Aaron knew she was trying to distract him, trying to get his mind off a situation he couldn't do anything about, so he played ball. "A year and a half, we live together."

Once again, Emily couldn't stop the shock etched on her features. She had no idea how none of them notice for so long. "Are you going to tell me that story then?"

Summertime in DC not only meant that it was warm in the mornings, but it also meant the sun was up earlier enough that Y/n and Aaron didn't have to wake up in the dark. Instead, once the obnoxious sounding alarm went off, they could open the curtains and the golden light could stream into the bedroom.

"Good morning." He mumbled, his cheek against his pillow so he could look at her while he lay face down on the bed.

"Hey." She replied, cupping his cheek and leaning forward so she can kiss him. It was past odd to see him like this, but occasionally she still thought about when he barely smiled and how lucky she was to see him with a smile and no shirt almost every day.

Aaron couldn't help the smile on his lips when she pulled away. He wrapped his arm around her waist, trying to close the distance that had been created between them in the night.

She stayed laying on her side, placing kisses all over his cheeks while tangling their legs together. "You kinda need to shave." She mumbled, fingers resting on the slight stubble along his chin.

"Heard no complains last night." He reminded her with a cheeky smirk.

"Be quiet." She scolded playfully. Aaron shook his head against the pillow, hair flopping around. In one motion, he turned over onto his back and pulled her on top of him. "We're going to have to get up in a moment, you know?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his waist regardlessly.

He shook his head again, nuzzling into her neck. "No, don't wanna."

"The team needs their leader, Hotchner." She told him, half-jokingly as she pulled back to give him the full effect of a peptalk. "You need to give the people what they want."

That made him laugh, his chest moving her up and down. "I'm all about giving a couple of special people what they want." He remarked, resting their foreheads together while he drew circles against her bare skin.

"So, you're making breakfast then?" She asked, smirking at him.

"I walked right into that, didn't I?" He returned, although he had no problem at all with it.

Y/n nodded, a joyful smile on her face at the little victory. "I would make you, but I actually want to." She decided.

"Then you're always going to be Jack's favorite." He pouted, big brown eyes locked on hers.

"Aw, that's so sad." She said sarcastically, a smile on her lips.

He used the hands that he had at her side to tickle her waist, making her squirm around on top of him while giggling. "Not stopping till you apologize." He declared.

"S-sorry! Sorry, sorry." She squealed out, thrashing around until he stopped. "Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of bed." She huffed.

"Y/n L/n, I will go again." He cautioned, hands back on her waist again threateningly.

She shook her head. "Not if you want breakfast, you won't."

"Fine, fine." He conceded, holding his hands up.

With one hand, she grabbed both his wrists. "You're in trouble now." She warned, using her other hand to try and tickle him in revenge.

"Sweetheart, I'm not ticklish." He reminded her.

"I'll get you back." She promised, still holding his wrists together. "When you least expect it."

He used how much stronger he was than her to flip them around, so his knee was between her thighs and he was leaning over her. "I can't wait." He whispered in her ear in agreement.

Y/n leaned up to run her hand through his hair. "Don't get too sexy with me, Aaron. Otherwise, there will be no BAU today."

"Don't tempt me." He quipped, getting up off the bed. It was beautiful to see him so relaxed in the mornings, a grin on his face.

Y/n held her hands out so he would pull her up. He did so effortlessly and wrapped his arms tightly around her to hug her. For a minute, they stood like that, Aaron with his head on top of hers, and Y/n with her head buried into his chest.

"I'll shower, and you do breakfast?" He asked, reiterating their plan.

"Mhm." She agreed, leaning up to kiss him before they split and he sauntered off to the ensuite while she went through their bedroom door.

Jack's room was down the hallway in the townhouse they brought and moved into months ago. It would have been nice to have the team helping them; Garcia helping with the decor, Morgan lifting the heavy furniture, Reid to figure out how to get their couch in the small doorway, JJ to provide a friend for Jack, Rossi to bring the celebratory scotch, and Prentiss to bring the snacks. But it didn't work out like that, and they were still happy.

Jack wasn't in his bedroom, but the Captain America covers were perfectly made, so she continued her search down the hall. "Good morning, little man." She greeted him, leaning against the bathroom doorframe as she watched him spit out his mouth full of toothpaste in the sink.

"Not little." He complained, hanging up his toothbrush before getting down off the bathroom stool. "I've grown 4 inches since kindergarten, dad said."

"Well, if you wanna grow some more, then you're going to need some breakfast, big man." Y/n reminded him, following after the 6-year-old as he bounced down the hallway, and to the kitchen.

Jack was already talking about his day and about all the things he was going to do on that particular Tuesday in first grade, and Y/n was listening intently like usual. She always found him interesting, even if he was talking about kid stuff.

"Get on up, partner." She instructed, nodding to the bar stool and walking to the other side of the kitchen island. She opened the fridge, pouring him the glass of apple juice he had every morning while she spoke. "What are you feeling like on this beautiful morning?"

"Pancakes." He cheered, amending his speech when Y/n shot him a look with raised eyebrows. "Pretty please."

She nodded at his request, turning back around to get some more things out of the fridge before she started making the pancakes on the stretch of bench in front of Jack.

"Do you ever feel scared?" Jack asked an out-of-left-field question she was used to getting from him.

Except this question sounded like it could be adjacent to his mom. "Sometimes, but daddy and I are always super safe." She assured him.

He still looked like the cogs of his mind were turning. "Did you know my mom?" There it was, and she wished Aaron was there to help her navigate her answer.

"I didn't." She answered honestly. "But she must have been pretty amazing to make you."

"I still talk to her sometimes," Jack revealed casually.

She was thankful he felt like he could talk about it openly because she never wanted him to feel censored. "That's good, bud. I'm sure she's looking out for you."

"I think she's looking out for Daddy and you, too." He told her.

"It makes me really happy that you think that, Jack. Thank you." She said honestly, feeling a bit teary-eyed at such an early hour of the morning.

As quick as the conversation was there, it was gone, and Jack was talking about his friend's birthday party on the weekend.

She turned to the stove once she finished the mixture. Then Jack giggled just a second before two tight arms were wrapping around her waist.

The shock made her squeal and spin around to hit his shoulder. "Aaron Hotchner." She growled as Jack burst into a fit of giggles. Aaron clearly found it funny too and she could feel his chest move as he chuckled.

"Sorry, sorry." He apologized insincerely with a smile on his face. She couldn't even stay faux mad with him while he held her, strong forearms holding her tightly as he rested his head on top of hers.

The cologne she loved so much was stronger than the smell of pancakes due to how close he was standing. Compared to his dress shirt, tie, and dress pants, she was dressed in only a shirt of his and some of her pajama shorts.

"You better be sorry if you want any of these pancakes." She threatened without any malice as she flipped the last few pancakes.

Aaron let go of her after he kissed her cheek, taking the stack of pancakes and holding them out so Jack could put some on his own plate.

"Thank you, Y/n," Jack said, smiling at her as he tipped strawberries onto his plate.

"Bud, I think that's enough sugar," Aaron told him when he kept tipping the jar out. He pouted a little before continuing to eat his pancakes. The adults stayed on the other side of the bench while they ate, where they could watch each other and Jack.

Their usual morning routine progressed, and Y/n went to take a shower while Jack got dressed and Aaron cleaned up and made him lunch.

"Hey, bud, did you want grapes or an apple?" Aaron asked when Jack walked back into the kitchen, dressed with his backpack.

"Grapes." He answered, sitting down to put his shoes on. "Do you know what I was talking to Y/n about before?" Aaron didn't, and he shook his head while assuming it was something about his school. "Mom." He revealed.

Aaron kept a neutral face while he made Jack's lunch. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah," Jack assured him, providing more relief than he probably realized. "I think mom would have liked Y/n. She looks after me like mom always did."

"That's very sweet of you, Jack." He replied, a little bit stunned by the little boy and unsure of what to say. "I hope your mom would think that too." He commented, closing the lunch box. and handing it to the little boy. "Come give me a hug."

Jack obliged, wrapping himself around his dad's legs before Aaron picked him up. "What are we doing this weekend?" He asked, his brain already somewhere else when Aaron put him back down.

"You can pick whatever you want. We'll be back by then." Aaron promised, watching as Jack packed his bag.

"The jumpy place." Jack immediately decided.

"Perfect, we'll go that then." He agreed. "I'll go see if Y/n's ready, okay?"

Aaron had half expected her to be finished getting ready by now, considering she wouldn't have washed her hair since she did it the night before and that her go-bag was already packed.

When he got into the bedroom, Y/n was still in the bathroom. "Hey, love, are you alright?"

She looked at the pattern of the tiled deeper than she ever had before as she sat on the countertop. "Yeah, I'm good." She lied, hoping he wouldn't detect it in her voice. "I might drive myself, though. There's something I need to do, and I don't wanna make you or Jack late." It was only sounding more and more like a lie. "I'll bring you coffee."

It was good enough for Aaron, who was slightly frowning as he noticed her go-bag on the bed. "Okay, I'll see you in there then." He decided it was better not to argue when he checked his watch for the time. "I love you." He called out.

Y/n smiled, although she didn't exactly feel like it. "I love you, too. Tell Jack I love him."

Aaron missed almost all of the little details as he retold the story to Emily, still private about their lives even if everyone now knew. "I didn't think... that would be the last time." He said sadly.

"It won't." Emily tried to assure him. Even if she wasn't sure of it herself, she was going to do everything in her power to convince him of it.

"Jack can't-" That thought made him out a hand over his mouth to avoid crying too loudly. "He was young when we lost Haley, young enough he doesn't remember too much of it, but he's 6, almost 7 now, and he's going to understand what it means when she doesn't come home." He rambled a little, revealing how nervous he was.

Emily shook her head firmly. "He's not going. She'll be fine."

"This." Aaron gestured down to the blood drenching the shirt he had been wearing that morning in the kitchen. "Isn't fine. They don't think she'll be fine."

It was his worst nightmare all over again, but this time there wasn't a phone call as a way of a goodbye, this time he had to hold her body before she slipped out of consciousness while her blood poured all over him.

"So the statistics aren't great, but she's Y/n, and she's not going without a fight." Emily reminded him, and he knew that much was true. "She'll be fine, Aaron, and you two can get back to your normal lives." She assured him, using his first name in a seldom occurrence. "Preferably with us involved."

The 10 hours was an excruciating wait, but Aaron knew that with each minute that went on, she was alive so he watched the clock tick with Emily sitting next to him. That whole time he didn't do anything but look at the clock on the wall and think about everything they had together and everything he wanted in the future for them.

The bloody shirt was a constant reminder of her, and every time he looked down he wondered if the last time he touched her would be on the cold concert floor of the basement when he called for a medic and attempted to act professionally.

Finally, the doctor called her name, and he prepared himself for the worst. It flashed in front of his eyes as he walked towards the doctor; crying loudly in front of everyone, pitiful looks on the jet, having to call her family, having to tell Jack when they didn't come back home together, the funeral. Would he even go back to the BAU when it had taken so many people from him?

And then he got told she was okay. Hurt, but alive and going to be able to walk out of the hospital. The doctor explained it all to him and Emily as he walked them to Y/n's room. "The bullet missed any major arteries in her chest, and by some miracle, it didn't shatter her clavicle. Even though she's on lots of pain killers, she's going to be sore when she wakes up."

Wakes up. Because Y/n was going to wake up and they were going to get to live the rest of their lives together. That was the only thing in the world that mattered to him, so much more than the team knowing.

"Agent Hotchner." The doctor stopped him before he went into the door after Emily had stepped away to call the team with the good news. "Did you know?" She asked, turning the clipboard she was holding around to show him something on Y/n's chart.

He had to read it a few times before he realized what it said, and his eyes quickly filled with tears. "No." He replied in a whisper, shaking his head.

The doctor nodded with a little smile. "She should be waking up soon." She informed him, walking away when he finally twisted the knob on the door.

Aaron couldn't believe it when he looked at her in that hospital bed, but he had never been more grateful for trauma surgeons or whatever forces of the universe had made it possible for her to still be here when she was so close to death in his arms.

He sat in the chair next to her bed, finally able to breathe fully into his lungs when he touched her hand, and it was warm. Not as warm as it should be, but much warmer than it had been in the warehouse.

She squeezed his hand first before her eyelids fluttered open. "Hi." He squeaked out, tears already falling down his cheeks. "You're in the hospital." He told her, knowing what it's like to wake up somewhere unfamiliar when you have no idea what's going on.

Her eyes were still getting adjusted to the blaring white walls of the hospital. "What happened?" She asked groggily, pointing to the water in the hopes he'd know to pour her some so she didn't have to waste the words.

He did, and he sprung up to pour her a cup. "You got shot, so badly that they didn't know if you would live."

Y/n drank the water gratefully and tried to adjust on the bed, which was incredibly painful. "The unsub?"

"Dead, and the little girl's okay." He reported back to her and he should have known it would be her main concern. "But don't think about work. How are you feeling?"

"Pretty bad." She answered truthfully, trying to find the remote so she could sit up. "I need a hug." She told him, opening her arms as much as it hurt.

Aaron quickly hugged her as delicately as possible before cupping her cheeks and kissing her gently. "I love you." He told her the one thing he wished he hadn't waited so long to say.

"I love you, too." She replied. "But there is something I need to tell you."

Aaron tried to act like he didn't know, but he jumped in with his own confession. "Me too. They know."

That was something she could live with without any problems. After all, it was a long time coming. "I sure hope they do." She joked. "You better not have treated me like a colleague, Aaron."

Seeing the color return to her face relieved him and finally convinced him everything would be okay. "They know everything." He told her. "Well, most of it."

"Yeah... that." Y/n delicately spoke, biting her bottom lip.

"How long did you know?" He softly questioned. It wasn't her intention to cause her any extra stress.

"Tuesday morning." She mumbled. That made sense to him, why she wanted to drive herself when they always dropped Jack at school and drove to the BAU together. "Don't tell me off for not telling you because I wanted it to be special, and I sure as hell didn't think I'd get shot." She quickly pleaded with him. That was the problem with having your boyfriend as your boss.

Aaron shook his head, squeezing her hand. "I'm not going to tell you off, my love." He assured her. None of it was as important as having her alive. "Not when you're alive and okay."

"And pregnant."

2K notes · View notes

pankowperfection · 1 year

Note

Hey I wanted to request an idea I had!

(For some reason lol rafe and jj are in the same house hold)

So you’re walking through the house to go get some water and jjs door is slightly open, you peek inside and see him jerking off, and then as you go to turn around back to your room rafe come up behind you with his hand over your mouth and tells jj that you were spying on him. And then they both fuck you.

Peeping Tom

Okay this idea was stupid hot, so thank you so so much for requesting. Hope you love it.

The party had finally winded down, only a few stragglers left in the Chateau. You stumble your way to the fridge for a bottle of water, sighing in relief as you press the cool plastic to your overheated skin. A night filled with drinking, smoking, and dancing had left you tired but also extremely horny.

You feel your way back through the familiar hall, planning on ducking into an empty room to help relieve the pulsing between your thighs. Just as you are passing JJ's door you hear a soft groan, effectively stopping you in your tracks. The door is open just enough for you to see inside, and what you see makes the throbbing between your legs intensify.

Apparently the party had JJ feeling the same way. He's naked from the waist down, head thrown back into the pillows as he roughly fists his cock. His motions look almost angry, his hand wrapped tightly around his length as he strokes hard and fast. You can't look away, mesmerized by his grunts and moans. A slight sheen of sweat covers his body, abs tensing as he somehow manages to pick up his pace.

Your body can't wait for your own release any longer, forcing you to turn away from the show and start to head back to your room. Just as you reach the door someone grabs you from behind, wrapping a hand over your mouth to keep you from screaming. Your heartbeat skyrockets, wondering if JJ had caught you watching and decided to come finish the job. The smell of expensive cologne quickly tells you who's hard body you are currently pressed against, none other than Rafe Cameron.

"Is that what you pogues like to do for fun? Watch each other jerk off?"

He spins you around, pressing you into the wall and caging you in with his strong arms on either side of your body. You can't help how drawn you are to him, eyes falling to his plump lips and wondering the best way to get out of this.

"Not exactly, but I could use some help taking care of myself if you're offering."

You bat your eyelashes at him, grabbing a hold of the front of his shirt and pulling him flush against your body. He chuckles darkly, leaning down so close that your lips almost touch.

"Nah sweetheart, we're gonna go see what JJ has to say about you being a little peeping tom."

Suddenly he backs away, grabbing onto your wrist and yanking you back down the dimly lit hall. He pounds on JJ's doorframe, not loosening his grip while waiting for the man inside to appear. Finally JJ emerges, looking annoyed at the sight of Rafe before shifting to a smirk when he sees you standing there in your crop top and shorts.

"Cameron. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Rafe scoffs, pulling you forward slightly so you're trapped between the two of them.

"Just thought you'd like to know that I caught y/n outside of your room, watching you jerk off."

"Really y/n? You were watching me?"

Two pairs of striking blue eyes land on you, waiting eagerly for your response.

"I'm sorry J, truly. I was just feeling needy after the booze and when I was walking by you moaned... I didn't mean to invade your privacy." A blush creeps up over your cheeks, embarrassed that not one but two men caught you in a moment of desperation.

JJ crosses his arms over his bare chest, muscles rippling and causing the ache between your thighs to increase once again. You press your thighs together, hoping neither of them notice as you try to get some relief.

"Well sweetheart, you didn't think you were just gonna get a free show did you? I think you need to be a taught a lesson. What do you think Rafe?"

Rafe smirks, shoving you forwards across the threshold into JJ's room.

"I agree. Bad girls need to be punished y/n. Now take off your clothes and go sit on the bed."

Excitement floods through your system, realizing you're about to experience what every girl on the island has fantasized about. Your legs carry you across the small space, turning around just in time to see Rafe shut and lock the door. You slowly pull your shirt over your head, tossing it carelessly to the side as both men watch you closely.

Your nipples harden in the cool nighttime breeze drifting through the window, goosebumps spreading over your skin as you shimmy out of your shorts and panties. You do as Rafe commanded, sitting down on the bed and waiting for your next instruction while arousal hums through your veins.

JJ moves forward first, dropping to his knees between your feet and forcing your legs apart. "She's soaked already man, and we didn't even touch her yet. Come look." He turns his head over his shoulder, beckoning Rafe forward as he brings his attention back to you, teasing a ringed finger through your folds before popping it into his mouth.

Rafe quickly takes his place, leaning down to blow a cool breath across your sensitive bud. Your body trembles from the sensation, a low moan escaping from your lips as you lean back on your elbows to watch. He licks one agonizingly slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, your back arching off the bed at the pleasure.

"Shhh sweetheart. Wouldn't want anyone to hear how big of a whore you are for us right?" Rafe mocks, pushing to his feet before starting to undo his zipper. JJ follows his lead, slipping his shorts down his tan legs and palming himself through his boxers. Drool pools below your tongue at the erotic sight before you, both of them obviously huge and aching just for you.

"Get on your hands and knees y/n, now." JJ commands, stalking closer to the bed and landing a sharp smack to your ass as you scramble into position. You feel the bed dip behind you, excitement at taking them both swirling through your system as Rafe invades the space in front of you.

"Remember, this isn't for you."

He forcefully grabs your cheeks, forcing you mouth open and shoving his thick cock all the way to the back of your throat. You struggle with his size, trying your best not to gag as tears start to stream down your face. He wastes no time, pulling you hair into a makeshift ponytail to use for leverage, dragging your mouth back and forth over his length.

Spit drips down your chin onto the bed, the wet sucking sounds echoing around the small space. You do your best to keep up with Rafe's brutal pace, massaging his shaft with your tongue while he uses you for his pleasure.

"Fuck, her mouth feels like heaven. Such a good little slut, aren't you y/n?"

You do your best to respond, humming to let them know you were happy to be anything they wanted.

Just when you start to wonder what JJ is doing you feel the heat radiating off his body as he leans over your back. The metal of his rings digs into your hip while he drags the tip of his cock through your slit, your moan making Rafe jerk on your tongue.

When he presses inside your back arches, toes curling as your first orgasm of the night rips through you. Your body so desperate for release that you can't stop the coil from snapping. The feeling of you moaning around him sends Rafe over the edge, his hot cum coating the back of your throat. He's still rock hard, dark glint in his eyes as he gives your abused mouth a break, moving to the edge of the bed to watch JJ fuck you.

"Better hold on tight princess, I won't hold back."

That's all the warning JJ gives before pulling out slowly then slamming back in. You crumple forward, gripping tightly onto the sheets as he pounds you deeper than any guy ever has. Each push and pull makes your legs tremble, incoherent pleas and moans spilling from your lips as your system overloads on pleasure.

Rafe suddenly returns, taking a seat beside you before sneaking a hand under your body. He quickly finds your clit, rubbing soft circles that have you crying out bother their names for mercy.

"Come on y/n, better be a good girl and make JJ cum, yeah?"

You nod eagerly, too drunk on the feeling of JJ inside you to respond. Suddenly JJ grabs onto the back of your neck, sharply pulling you up until your back rests against his front. His hand finds its way around your throat, squeezing just enough to let you know he's in control.

"Let go princess, wanna feel you soak me." One more thrust and you do as he commands, falling apart with a scream while Rafe continues to rub your clit. You barely sense JJ pull out, his sticky cum coating your back. All three of you collapse onto the small bed, quickly falling asleep tangled beneath the covers.

@adventuresinobx @starkeyobx @paradisehamilton @ailee-celeste @pankhoeforlife @outerbankspov @houseofperfecttaste @faithforgottenlxnd @maybankslover @maybanks-luver @blueicequeen19 @toystory2wasjustokay @onmykneesforrafe @penny4yourthoughts @maddie-routledge @ilovetheavenger143

#obx smut #smut #outer banks #obx

53 notes · View notes

myown-worstenemy-2003 · 1 year

Text

Our Love Story (Steve Harrington)

A/N: Hey besties! I hope y'all are ready for me to swerve into some Steve Harrington lane because that's what's gonna happen! I hope y'all enjoy it because I was super pumped when I got the idea! (Also if you can't tell by now, titles are my downfall :'( ) PS: Please don't copy my work because I worked hard on this and I will literally cry! Thank you! :) <3

Summary: Based on Taylor Swift's song, "Love Story"

Word Count: 2404

It all started in the summer of 1980. The short few months before freshman year of high school.

You didn’t really want to go and talk to grown-ups that your parents had invited to their social gatherings. There weren’t any kids your age here either other than you, and the grown-up talk was boring, but there you were in the dress that your mom made you wear because they wanted you to dress nice and be there. So you were sitting on the porch swing looking at all of the pretty gowns that the ladies were wearing. Different colors of this summer’s fashion were mixed with the lights so that everyone could see in the dark since the party was later. When there was a boy your age walking towards you in a blue polo shirt with a white stripe across the middle and khaki pants.

He stood at the bottom of the three steps it took to up the porch and smiled at you shyly, “Hello there.”

You smiled back at him and asked, “Hi. Would you like to sit?”

He nodded his head and walked over and sat down next to you, “I like your dress, it’s very pretty.”

“Thank you,” you said, subconsciously playing with the hem that lay on your knee, “I like your shirt.”

“Really? I wasn’t sure about it, with the stripe in the middle and everything,” he said jokingly. You giggled and he laughed a little with you.

“What’s your name?” he asked after a second.

“(Y/N) (L/N). What’s yours?”

“Steve Harrington. It’s nice to meet you (Y/N).”

Little did you know that Steve Harrington would end up being your best friend and boyfriend.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

You opened your eyes from the flashback when you heard little clinks at your window. The sound of pebbles hitting your window could only mean one thing - Steve. You go over to the window and open it, sticking your head out.

“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” you said quite dramatically but still quiet enough not to wake your parents.

“I changed my mind,” you heard from below.

“Nooooo, please come back,” you begged as you leaned on your window pane like you were trying to drape yourself on a balcony.

“Fine, but only because I don’t want to be home alone right now,” Steve said starting to climb up to your window.

A few seconds later he gracefully crawled through your window.

“Hello, Romeo,” you said pulling him closer to you by wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smiled and answered putting his hands on your waist, “Hello, Juliet.”

You shared a sweet hello kiss and laid on your (F/C) bedspread.

It had been a few hours of just the two of you talking quietly and kissing here and there.

When you giggled out of nowhere and it made Steve ask, “What’s so funny? Something on my face?”

“No, I just think it’s kind of funny that our dads are famous rival lawyers and we end up falling in love. Who would have thought?”

“Hey, I didn’t know that you were off-limits. But I guess that just makes it more exciting doesn’t it?” he said jokingly at first then trying to be seductive.

“We’re a real Romeo and Juliet love story. If you think about it.”

“I guess so. But I don’t want to think too much. It’s our senior year. We gotta have fun while we can,” he said with a mischievous look in his eye.

“You better not,” you tried to warn him sternly, but a smile slipped out. And next thing you knew, his hands were all over you, tickling you.

You were so busy trying to get away from Steve that you didn’t even notice when someone knocked on the door and when it opened until there was a voice that you didn’t want to hear, “What is going on here?”

You froze and Steve tumbled off the bed trying to get as far from you as possible.

“(Y/N), would you like to explain to me why the Harrington’s boy is in your bedroom right?” your dad asked.

Your mouth opened and closed, but no words were coming out. You were dead meat and so was Steve.

“Harrington, you have five seconds to get out of my house, five,” your dad said after you didn’t say anything.

“But Dad!” you tried to protest.

“Four.”

“Please sir,” Steve started to reason.

“Three.”

Steve got up and walked out of your room. You followed him until your Dad caught your arm stopping you, “The Harringtons are no good, (Y/N). This is for your own good.”

You looked up at him and shook him off as you ran after Steve. He was at the door with it open, “Steve, please don’t go. I’ll convince him. Just please don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, Juliet. We’ll convince him one day. I love you,” he said.

“Stay away from my daughter, Harrington,” your Dad said sternly coming up behind you.

Steve looked at him and then walked out of the door.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A few days later, things had settled down. School was the only place that was neutral ground for you two to be seen together and not get questioned or get a report back to your dad. You were sitting in study hall, doodling and thinking about Steve, when you had an idea.

You pulled out a clean sheet of notebook paper and started writing a note to him.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

You listened to your parents as they got ready for bed. There were 30 minutes until you got to see Steve again. You were basically vibrating with excitement. After your parents had gone to bed, you quietly opened your window and climbed out, closing it back. You walked the short distance to the corner of your street. As you made it to the corner, you saw Steve’s burgundy BMW make its way down the road toward you. As he pulled up next to you, you stuck out your thumb and he rolled down the passenger side window, “Where you heading?”

You walked up to the car and leaned down to look into the car, “Wherever you’re going, handsome.”

Steve smiled, “Hop in.”

You giggled and got into the car.

Ten minutes later you and Steve were at Lover’s Lake laying on the hood of his car, looking up at the stars. You guys keep quiet because we were dead if someone found you. So you closed your eyes, held Steve’s hand, and thought about all of the things that were going to happen when you both left Hawkins.

“Hey (Y/N),” Steve asked, quietly.

“What’s up?” you asked, opening your eyes and turning your head to look at him.

“I just keep thinking. Are you sure you want to be with me?” he asked worriedly

“What? Of course, I want to be with you! Why would you think that?” you asked, confused about where this was coming from.

“It’s just…you’re not dating me just because your dad doesn’t like me right? It’s not a rebellious streak?”

You sat up looking down at him where he still lay, “Steve, I have liked you since the day we first met. And that like turned into love. So I am in love with you, Steve. Please don’t let those thoughts get to you.”

He nodded his head and then put his head in your lap, “I’m sorry, your dad just kinda got into my head. And it just made me think, and you know what that usually leads to.”

You smiled as you played with his hair, “Yeah, I do.”

“How are the kids?” you asked changing the subject.

He chuckled, “They are little shits, but they’re my little shits.”

After that you both sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Happy to be together.

“How was your week?” Steve broke the silence after a few minutes.

“It was good! Robin and Nancy were paired with me to do a project in English so that’s been fun. Max and El and I are having a sleepover this weekend.”

“That’s exciting! The boys don’t invite me. Afraid that I’ll cramp their style I guess,” he sighed and you giggled again.

Again you sat in silence for a minute, but this one was different. The air felt heavy. Like there was something lingering.

“So…how was your week?” he asked again, but with a different meaning behind it.

You sighed a little, “It was okay. It’s just been more of Dad trying to tell me that I should be with someone like Carver or someone else. But I don’t want to, because this is our love story. You’re my Romeo.”

“I love you,” Steve said.

“I love you,” you said and leaned down to give him a kiss on the lips.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

You were sitting at your desk in your room, trying to do Geometry homework. It was hard enough on its own, but not being able to focus made it more difficult. It had been a few weeks after you had snuck out to see Steve at Lover’s Lake, and he hadn’t really hung out with you since. He would still call and talk. But it seemed like that every time that you tried to hang out with him that he was always busy. But your dad has been getting to you lately. So you start to think.

Could he have been with me just for the rush?

What is doing?

Does he even love me?

The last thought made you tear up. You put your pencil down and just crawled into bed since you were already in your pajamas. That night you cried yourself to sleep, thinking about what lies ahead for you and Steve.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A few days later you still went to school, even though you really didn’t want to. You still had obligations even though Steve would be at school. You needed to finish your project and you had a test today. You opened your locker and out fell a piece of paper. As you picked it up, you saw that it said your name. You opened and read it.

You smiled at the note. You put the note with your books as you got ready to go to class, thinking about what you were going to do this weekend. Until you reached the top of your locker for a pencil when you felt another piece of folded-up paper.

Juliet was written on the front, and your heart jumped.

For the rest of the day, you didn’t know what to think. What was he going to do? The note sounded romantic, but he has been distant for the past three weeks. You were confused.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

After school, you made your way to Weathertop, the outskirts of town if you will. I sat down on the hill when I was early. I watched as the breeze blew and made the tall grass and flowers dance. As time went on, you checked your watch, 4:02 pm.

Is he going to come?

Was this just a joke?

Or was this the way that he was going to break up with you?

You could feel your faith start to fade when you saw the familiar figure running toward you.

“I’m sorry, coach decided to have a last-minute meeting. So I got here as fast I could,” he explained. You nodded your head and looked down at your feet that were lost in the grass.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, putting a hand on your arm.

As you looked up at him, you felt all of your emotions surface, “Romeo. Save me.”

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been feeling so alone. All those times that you said that we could hang out but then something would come up and you couldn’t. I keep waiting, but you never come,” you explain. Then you reach into your back pocket and pull out the note he left you, “Then I get this note. And it’s like everything is okay. And so I keep thinking is this all in my head. And I don’t know what to think.”

As you were talking you didn’t realize that Steve what Steve was doing. When you were done, you looked up and saw that he was kneeling on one knee.

“Steve,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel like your alone in a world where you don’t think anyone you choose is good enough. But I had to make sure I did this right. And I already forgot what I was going to say.”

You giggled, he chuckled, and then continued, “Marry me, Juliet, and you’ll never have to be alone. I love you and that’s all I really know.”

You nodded your head, tears coming to your eyes. You jumped into his arms and kissed him.

You pulled back after a second, “Wait, what about me parents?”

“I already talked to your parents. Your mom was on board the second I asked her, but your dad took some more convincing. That’s why I was away from you for so long. I was trying to convince him to let him date you, or in this case, marry you. I guess I did something right or didn’t like seeing you sad, because he caught me in the store one day. He told me that you’ll pick out a white dress,” he smiled.

“So just to be clear, you are accepting?”

You laughed, “It’s our love story baby, yes.”

#steve harrington x reader #steven harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

57 notes · View notes

liiilyevans · 11 months

Note

"we still got it." "hell yeah we do."

exs to lovers prompts

Thank you so much for this!

"we still got it." "hell yeah we do."

Hermione didn't plan on coming home to shag her ex-boyfriend. That had not been her intent at all. In fact, when she went out with Ginny, it was to prove that she was over Ron and quite ready to move on to someone else. Nevermind the fact that she'd never had a one-night stand in her life.

Well, her plans had been foiled when George and Angelina had shown up. Angelina was all for the idea of her taking someone home, and just as the girls had picked out someone they all thought was suitable, Ron had shown up. If Hermione had to guess, George was the one who texted him.

Flirting was never her strong suit, and she was not about to fail at it in front of Ron. Timing had really been the issue with her and Ron. When they'd broken up five months ago, it was due to distance and Hermione's tendency to overwork herself. Her internship had ended a month ago and now she was back in London. And doing a shit job at avoiding her ex.

"When were you going to tell me you were back in town?" Ron asked lowly when Ginny got up to go to the loo.

Hermione tried to send Angelina a warning glance, but she was too busy giggling as George rubbed his beard against her neck.

Great.

"I've been busy," Hermione said as she took a sip of her martini.

Ron scoffed. "With what?"

"My job," she said, sending him a glare. "And moving into my flat."

"Right."

Ginny returned then and suggested that they get up for a dance. Hermione quickly agreed. Anything to get her away from an interrogation. As she stood up, Ron grabbed her arm.

"I wanna talk to you," he said, bending down so his face was within inches of her own. She'd forgotten just how tall he was.

"We already talked," she said, watching Ginny and the others making their way to the floor.

"Really talk," Ron said, and there was sincerity shining in his blue eyes. So, Hermione followed him out back and they proceeded to have a conversation that turned into an argument, as they always did, and that turned into snogging.

Hermione had also forgotten how much she loved kissing Ron. He was so much taller than her, lean and muscular. Her fingers snaked through his hair and his hands found her ass. Luckily there was a taxi out front. That poor driver probably saw more of her legs than he wanted to.

Then they were in her new flat that never really felt like home and Ron was tugging her jeans down and she was pulling his shirt over his head, once again mesmerized by the constellation of freckles across his chest. Once he'd carried her into his bedroom, she was missing her shirt and knickers and Ron was only sporting his boxers.

He was just as good at pleasing her as he was before they broke up. So, he hadn't forgotten the long lessons where they'd both discovered what the other liked. The thought made heat lick up Hermione's core. Ron was moving on top of her, his breath fanning against her neck in the most sinful of ways.

Then his thumb was moving across her clit, and Hermione was coming apart underneath him like a tidal wave. Ron wasn't far behind, loosing himself a few seconds later. Both of them remained tangled together catching their breaths.

"We still have it," she muttered vaguely surprised that she Ron could still make her feel this way after months.

Ron chuckled throatily against her neck. "Hell yeah we do."

Hermione rolled her eyes and shoved at his shoulder until he rolled off of her.

"Does this mean you're happy to see me?" he asked cheekily.

She glared at him. "Don't be so cocky."

"That's a yes," he said as he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her against his sweaty chest. "Do you want ice cream? I know this place down the road and I can Door Dash it here."

"Maybe later," she muttered sleepily because nothing felt better than falling asleep in Ron's arms.

#romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #hp #my writing #answered

22 notes · View notes

a-wayfairing-stranger · 1 year

Text

Stress relief. (Ibram Gaunt x OFC)

This is part one of a maybe two parter in which case part two will be smut lmao I am a whore okay.

But this part is just Leta and Ibram having a moment of almost domestic bliss.

The whole point of time away from the battlefield was to rest, to relax, get drunk and forget for one moment that you’re practically committing suicide on a daily bases.

Leta was realizing, as she watched the sun dip below the horizon, that the ones in command never get to relax, Gaunt had left just before breakfast for a meeting and she hadn’t seen him since.

The hotel room was nice, there were worst places to be left alone, it was grand and was not only a bedroom, but also a sitting room and rather large bathroom, with a bathtub so big Leta could swim laps in it.

She had woken around noon and ordered lunch to be delivered to her room, roast duck, roasted vegetables and creamy mashed potatoes, with gravy, and of course desert, a large ice cream sundae, with a bottle of wine to wash it all down with.

The door opened with a soft hum, and she heard Ibram speaking.

“That’ll be all for tonight Milo..” She couldn’t hear the boy's reply, but Ibram chuckled “Yes, go eat and sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully not as early.”

Leta rose from the bed and crossed to the door, in the sitting room she watched as Ibram removed his coat, and hung it up, then his cap, then his boots.

“Lets?” He called “You here?”

She opened the door, now satisfied that no one would see her, not that no one knew she was here, of course everyone knew that on vacation, Leta was with Gaunt, no more pub nights with the boys for her, but she didn’t really want anyone to see her wearing one of Gaunt’s shirts and little else.

“Sorry Princess..” Ibram sighed “It has been a long day.”

“Anything interesting?”

He raised an eyebrow “You know I can’t tell you.”

“It was worth a try.”

She walked towards him, the plush navy blue carpet tickling between her toes, once she reached him, he put his arms around her and placed his head on top of hers.

She put her arms around him and nuzzled his chest.

“You ate then I see..”

He must have noticed the empty dish and wine glass.

“You were gone all day.”

“Remember I have to pay for that.”

“You can afford it I’m sure.”

He chuckled “I missed you.”

She smiled, “Missed you too.”

His hands dropped to her ass and gripped her tightly before lifting her up, she giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to listen to people drone on about ration supplies when I know you’re waiting for me in bed?”

She did know, out in the field, it was easy to push all her neediness to the back of her mind, she was at work, so to speak, if she started day dreaming about Ibram, she’d be killed or she’d let someone else be killed, she needed to be alert.

But throne damnit this was her time off, it was supposed to be him and her together, they deserved that.

“What happened to not letting our relationship affect our duties?” She teased, kissing his neck just above his starched collar “Hmm?”

“It didn’t affect my duties..” He started to walk towards the bedroom “I asked questions and nodded in the correct places..”

“And had poor Milo write everything down because it was all going in one ear and out the other?”

“Exactly.”

He dropped her on to the mattress, she bounced, which was a surprise, she was used to the almost stone like surface of a cot, he then sat on the edge and attempted to undo his cufflinks, cursing as they remained in place.

“Let me.”

The cufflinks were gold and round, nothing overly flashy but still a sign of rank.

She undid them and then placed them on the bedside table.

“What would I do without you?”

“Brinnie boy would have to do it.” She smiled, she had picked up Bragg’s nickname for Milo, and she knew that it made the younger man blush, so naturally she used it around him every time she saw him.

“You terrify the shit out of him, you know that?”

She laughed “What? Little old me?”

“Poor boy doesn’t have much experience with girls from what I can gather and then you stride up in your combat boots and he doesn’t know what to do.”

“I got that impression from him…I will try to be less scary.”

She sat in his lap and started to undo his shirt, he released the tension from his shoulders, Leta imagined a world where this was how they always were, where he was the hard working husband and she was the stay-at-home wife who cooked and cleaned, who sewed the buttons back on his shirts, who listened to his worries.

But then they wouldn’t be Ibram and Leta would they? The whole reason they worked was because of who they were.

Ibram and Leta.

Middelocke and Gaunt.

Two sides of the same coin.

“What? No kissing every bare inch of my chest?”

“You almost sound disappointed.” She smiled as the last button came undone. “You look tired and a man of your age needs a rest after such a hard day.”

“I’m only twelve years older than you.”

“Exactly, you're middle aged.”

He chuckled and placed his hands on her hips, underneath the shirt so his rough fingertips made me giggle as they tickled her.

“You do look tired, though, love..” She kissed his chest, right above his heart “And I was thinking a nice relaxing bath would help.”

“You’re obsessed with your fething baths.”

“It's so nice not to have to ask Bragg to keep watch so no one spies on me..”

He lowered his face to hers and kissed her softly

“Perhaps I’ll start showering with you…scare away any spies..”

“I think that would give them an entirely different thing to spy on..”

He chuckled and rubbed his face against her neck “Might improve morale.”

She laughed “Run it past Corbec, see what he says.”

“Actually on further consideration, It would lower morale..because everyone would be so jealous of how I get to bed the most beautiful, gorgeous woman in the galaxy.”

He kissed her neck, right below her ear.

“They’d be green with envy.”

“Some already are, I'm sure..”

“They can be as green as orks..won’t change the fact that you’re mine.”

She grinned, she’d never tire of him saying that, it drove her crazy and he knew it.

He stood up, taking her with him.

“Now..I think I will have that bath, but only on the condition, you join me.”

“Naturally, did you think I wouldn’t?”

#warhammer oc #warhammer fanfic #OC: Leta Middenlocke #ibram gaunt #when I tell you these two have me in a choke hold I mean it #(HAHAHA get it..those who know know)

2 notes · View notes

junisfics · 3 years

Text

1:44 AM* — Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Fuckboy! Eren x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You and Eren's relationship status has always been up in the air... but you'll always be the one he texts in the middle of the night looking to get his dick wet

Content: Unestablished Relationship, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions

Content Warnings: Smut/ Nsfw 18 + (Breeding Kink)

minors can read, but please don't interact (like, comment, reblog)

you hear your phone buzz a few times beside you, vibrating and shifting around on the wood of the nightstand as you turn yourself over to grab it.

‘come over’ ‘y/n, please’

two messages from eren jaeger. 1:44 in the morning. and although his messages were vague, you knew exactly what he wanted. it was the same thing he always wanted.

you sigh, unplugging your phone and rolling over to your back. if you were to scroll up, all the messages ever sent between you two would mirror the ones that were sent only moments ago. and even though you hated how he was using you to his own satisfaction, you could never tell him no.

‘now?’ you reply, but you already know the answer.

‘yes’ ‘need you so bad’

his response sends butterflies erupting in your stomach and makes your face grow hot. you know it was a manipulation tactic, saying ‘you’ instead of ‘it. he had handfuls of other girls that would be more than willing to fulfill his late night needs. but it still makes your heart swell, it makes you feel special.

you slip out from under your sheets, swinging your legs over the side of your bed and tugging off your sweatpants and panties to replace them with pretty baby blue ones and a pair of light grey cotton shorts. you do the same with your tee-shirt, trading it for navy, straight-bottomed sweatshirt that was your dad’s in college.

you take a moment to brush your teeth before slipping on some shoes, grabbing your keys, and getting in your car to drive halfway across town to eren’s complex.

over time, eren has used his living-alone situation very much to his advantage. he’s also used his good looks to his advantage. so whenever he wants, he finds a girl, brings her home, and fucks her senseless until she comes crawling back for more.

but as much as they beg, eren almost never ever gives them seconds. and up until his sophomore year in college, there were only five other girls that he’d gotten with more than once. and until he met you, there was no one else who was consistently getting with him.

you had met him at a party, fucked him in his car, then expected it to be a one night stand type thing. but not even four days later, an unknown number had texted you asking to meet up again. and it was eren.

and ever since that party over a year ago, the hookups were consistently inconsistent. sometimes eren would want you twice a day, everyday, for a week straight. and sometimes he would go a month without messaging you.

and it made you so happy but so hurt at the same time; to have to go without him, someone you've fallen so badly in love with, for so long hurt terribly, but to always have him coming back for you made you swell with pride.

the moment you rap your knuckles against his door, it's swung open. and behind the door stands a shirtless and visibly flustered eren. his face was blushed red and his chest was heaving with every heavy inhale he took.

the moment he can get ahold of you, he does. eren grabs your arms and yanks you inside, only to close the door then press you up against it with his lips on yours.

you can't help but giggle against his lips, "well, hello to you too"

but eren responds by leaning down to grab your thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pressing your back up against the door and kissing you harder.

as surprising as it was, this wasn't new. eren has his moments where he would just want a quick fuck and that's all, he'd skip the small talk and just bend you over.

you can already feel his cock hard against the inside of your thigh, pressing through his sweatpants and grinding against you. you wonder how long he was like this before he texted you...

you let your hands come up to hold his face in your hands as you kiss him back, matching his desperation. your tongues are already sliding against each other, licking into your open mouths and swallowing down and escaping moans.

he was so desperate, so so desperate, you could almost feel his body trembling with arousal and desire. his grip was borderline painful, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs and his teeth were knocking against your own. it was so rushed, so primal.

he pulls you off the door, still holding you against him and his face still in your hands as he blindly finds his way to his bedroom and drops you onto the bed, your back hits the mattress

eren crawls over you again, taking your neck in his right hand gently as he kisses you once more.

he grinds his hips against yours, sliding his clothed cock over your cunt, dragging the weight of it over your clit until you're whimpering at the sensation.

his left hand slides lower, down your torso and to your hip to grab ahold of your waistband.

"off, off now." he mutters, pushing at the fabric until you aid him in sliding it down your thighs.

once your shorts are off, he pushes his own pants just below his hips and frees his cock. he had went commando, no boxers, no briefs, no nothing under those sweatpants.

and once again you're wondering, 'how long has he been like this' and 'what was he doing before this'... but you know the answer.

his fingers on one hand nimbly grab the inner crease of your panties, pulling them aside while the other hand braces by your head as he slides the head of his cock through your accumulated arousal.

he only lets it slide over your clit a few times to watch you twitch beneath him before he brings it back down to your entrance and pushes inside you with one steady thrust.

"fuck me," he spits, head dropping forward to watch the way your hips tilt into his thrust. his hand beside your head hastily grabs the hem of your sweatshirt to push the waist of it up past your tits before coming back down next to you.

"oh my god," you whine, your right hand coming up to grab the wrist of his now planted hand, your other holding your sweater up your chest for him.

he could fuck you stupid every goddamn day of your life and you'd still never get used to the feeling of his cock filling you.

his arm shakes under the pressure of holding him up, and really only then does it hit you how badly he needed you.

"how — how long were you like this?" you breathe, circling your hips against his, your clit grinding against his pelvis.

"so fucking long. you have no idea what you do to me. 'was thinking about fucking you all day — god. m'fucking hand wasn't enough." he grunts, pulling himself out of you real slow, savoring the your cunt grips him, "the others weren't enough... needed you."

you can only let out a shaky moan at his response. it made your entire body run a degree hotter than it already was. never before has he so openly voiced his thoughts about you outside of sex, never before told you that he's thought about you while jerking himself off.

he slides his cock back in again, a low groan bubbling up from his throat as he does so. he'll never get over the way your body shakes as he reaches his hilt.

"yeah?" you encourage him to keep talking, wanting to hear him admit it again — needing to hear how much he wanted you, was desperate for you.

"fuck, yeah. you're the only one who takes my cock so well, they — god — they don't squeeze me the way you do." he groans, jaw dropping open as he finally picks up his pace

every thrust he takes he slightly increases his speed until his hips are slapping against yours and sending your pretty tits back and forth.

eren doesn't know where to look. he's stuck between watching your face melt in pleasure, watching your pretty little cunt stretch around his cock, or watching your pretty tits bounce in front of him. god you were so perfect for him.

"'s why i keep coming back to you," he pants, his free hand taking your jaw in his grasp as he brings his forehead against yours, "wanna be inside you forever, wanna see your stupid pretty face forever, wanna hear you beg for me forever."

"eren —" you cry, so overwhelmed both physically and mentally. you look into his beautiful jade eyes, watching his pupils dialate with lust — love — as he continues to fuck himself into you

"want this pussy to be mine, 's gonna be mine, y/n. you're gonna be mine." he says, his hold on your jaw growing tighter as he keeps pushing into you over and over and over.

"please, please — wanna be yours" you choke out these pathetic broken sobs that make eren's hearth ache so wonderfully. there were tears swelling on your lash line.

it was pathetic how wound up he's got you in minutes, but the way he's filling you, the way he's talking to you... it's all too too much

"love this cunt —" he breathes, eyes flitting to watch himself fill you, "love your pretty tits, love you. god, i love you — fuck — let me fill you, 'need to fill you, let me cum inside please."

your heart hurts. it hurt so fucking bad but so fucking god. it was all caught in your throat, swelling and choking you up.

you can only nod in his hand, those tears drip past your lashes and stream hot down your cheeks, "please, please cum inside, fill me up. make me yours, eren, i love you — 'always loved you"

your voice is raspy and you can barely hear yourself, but eren hears you. eren hears your confession and it sends him over the edge, and with a low groan, he pushes himself to the hilt and spills his release inside you

"god, yes," your moans are broken as you cum around his cock, squeezing him so nice and milking him of everything he's got

and your release is more than physical. it feels like a dam has broken over, been flooded and poured out to him. you were holding it in for so goddamn long and it's out.

eren holds you against him, holding you so tight because now he's got you.

#eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x reader smut #eren smut #eren x reader #eren x reader smut #4k

6K notes · View notes

sinclaircherry · 3 years

Text

LETS PLAY A GAME| JJ Maybank

warning: lose of virginity, dirty talk, unprotected sex.

Being apart of the pogues was something Y/N had always enjoyed. Weather that was fishing with Pope, saving turtles with Kie, swinging in a hammock with John B, or goofing off with JJ, she’d always loved it. They were her heart, her lifeline at this point. Nothing could break them up, and there had been zero secrets among them. With that law in motion, the four knew every single person JJ would sleep with and how great it had been. By now, it was something they’d all been use to and didn’t bother scolding him for it. That being said, sex life out there and all, they all also knew Y/N was a virgin.

She was beautiful, truly one of the most stunning girls to walk the face of the earth. And it wasn’t like she didn’t have opportunity, because she had plenty of people throwing themselves in her direction everyday. But with the rule of no Kook and Pogue macking along with no Pogue and Pogue macking, all she ever had was the tourons. And maybe it made her clique and a prude, but Y/N didn’t want to loose her virginity to someone she barely knew and she’d never see again. Plus, with it being her first time, she wanted it to be with someone that would listen and understand her anxiety and wants.

The Pogue knew that, they always had. But now, with the summer here and so much tension built up, Y/N was tired of waiting around for a partner to come along. She was horny and wanted to have sex so badly, wanted to crave the thirst of it more then anything. The idea struck her in a dream actually, one that woke her up whimpering and arching her back. JJ’s hands pressed into her hip bones as his head was between her legs in this dream, waking not only her but also a sudden need and want for the boy.

Y/N always did find JJ so beautiful, even when he’d annoy her to no end and never keep his mouth shut. She loved JJ though, he’d been one of her closest friends and she’d walk through fire for him if he ever needed her too. It’s why Y/N strayed away from the idea so long, scared of what it might do to their friendship. He’d often times stay at her house to get away from his own father, and Y/N enjoyed the company with her own lack of partners around. Tonight has been one of those night, and the perfect opportunity for a face mask.

“Soft?” Y/N asked after JJ whipped his face clean of the mask, rubbing her hands over the transformed skin, “Isn’t this fun?”

“Soft and smooth.” he gave a accent with his words, running his hand on his face before looking at her, “Let me feel yours.”

Y/N leaned over and let him feel her face, shutting her eyes and leaning into his touch more. JJ grinned at the affection before pulling his hands back, causing her head to jerk up again, “Softer then mine.”

“Good genes.” Y/N gave a shrug, earning a grin, “Hey, JJ?”

“Hey, Y/N.” he mocked her.

“You know you’re my best friend and i’d never do anything to jeopardize our friendship and you mean the world to me, right?” she asked him with a raise of her eyebrows, legs moving around in her criss crosses position.

“Oh god, what did you do?” he asked her with alarming eyes. Y/N cracked a grin as he drummed on her knees slightly, “Duh, I know. Where is this coming from?”

Y/N hesitated, “I have a game.”

“A game?” the blonde rose one eyebrow, “Do tell.”

“Give me your full consent to touch you very inappropriately first.” Y/N said quickly before she could sike herself out.

JJ’s eyes widened, “Consent granted, go on.”

Y/N flashes a nerves smile as her face reddened, raising her hands to place on the side of his face before letting go, “You just mimic my actions.”

JJ did as he was told, placing his hands on the side of her face before letting go as well, “Now what?”

“Now it’s your turn and I mimic your actions.” Y/N nodded her head, seeing a flash of shyness in his eyes as his hands places on her shoulders and ran down her arms. Y/N did the same when he was done, “Now your turn?”

Y/N nodded her head as she hesitated put placed her hands on his chest, running his collarbones before dragging her hands gently down to his belly. JJ watched her with hooded eyes, catching them as she finished. He questioned her through his gaze, earning a nod as an okay. JJ tried not to grin as she moved her hair back, his hands placing on her collar bones with the similar rub before running his hands down her swelling breast. Y/N sucked in a breath when he passed her nipples, pushing closer before his hands were off of her suddenly. She met his eye as her voice came through as a whisper, “Your turn.”

JJ hesitated but ran his hands up her thighs, rubbing them slightly and stopped right at the bottom of her shorts. Y/N wasted no time to do the same to him, watching as he squirmed in the slightest when she got higher before letting go.

“We’re at a even number now.” Y/N said, her voice was nervous and her eyes glistened in innocents, “This is when we have to know what the other is thinking in order to win the game.”

JJ’s eyes flickered to her lips, “I hope we win.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, watching him as they leaned in on sync. Her hands lightly placed on the sides of his face when their lips met. He kissed her with force and passionately, wasting no time to push harder against her. Y/N hummed at the feeling of his lips on hers, leaning into him more as he worked her soft ones. JJ’s hands placed on her waist, rubbing slightly through the thin material. Y/N felt him calm down slightly and kiss her much more gentle, pulling back a second with one final peck to her lips. Her eyes stayed closed a moment before fluttering open and finding he’d still been staring at her.

Y/N smiled shyly as she bit the inside of her lips, “You’re a good kisser.”

JJ grinned in confidence, “You think so?”

She hesitated, “Can we do it again just to make sure?”

JJ gave a low chuckle, leaning over and cupping her face in a kiss. Y/N mimicked his actions from before with her hands placed upon his waist, rubbing gentle circles. She snuck her hand under the tee, rubbing the skin on his back and coming around to caress his stomach. He sucked in at her touch, but she followed with stern and lightly feathered finger tips. Y/N’s hands gripped his waist tightly as she began laying back, taking him with her. JJ dug his palms into the mattress of her bed, keeping them connected at the mouth.

Y/N wrapped a leg around him, pulling his lower body down to press into her own. His closed and hard cock pressed against her closed pussy, earning a sudden gasp from Y/N. She didn’t expect it, eyes wide as he pulled back.

“Shit, sorry, Y/N.” JJ cursed as he reached down and tried to tuck it away. She grabbed his wrist to stop him, the icy blue eyes flickering up at her.

“Don’t be sorry.” she whispered with a small smile, “Just do it again.”

JJ smirked at her words and let himself go, coming back down to press onto her again, “Is this all part of your game?”

“No, this part is real.” she hummed, running a hand through his blonde locks, “Is that okay with you?”

JJ grinned and peaked her lips, “Perfectly fine in my book. But are you sure? I know you’re a v-“

“I really wanna do it with someone I know and trust.” Y/N nodded her head, gazing up into his eyes, “I wanna do it with you.”

JJ gave her a grin, “You’re in good hands, pretty lady.”

Y/N watched his head dip down and placed kisses to her neck, head tilting for better access. JJ licked areas on her skin, sucking and kissing them along with way. Gentle sighed came from Y/N’s lap as she grinded up against him. JJ moaned against her skin, making her to do it again. Y/N messed with his tee shirt, giving him a whine and tugging at the end. JJ got the hint, sitting up and pulling it over his head. Y/N gazed up at his body with stunning eyes. She’d seen his shirtless so many times, but now he seemed so beautiful and all to her. Y/N ran her palm up his abs and as far up as she could reach, suddenly making eye contact and giving a smile, “Beautiful.”

JJ blushed as he leaned down and kissed her lips again, his hand roaming her abdomen, dipping his fingers under the material and pulling them away again. Y/N pulled back, “You can take it off.”

“You sure?” he asked her with questionable eyes. Y/N nodded as she sat up some, his hands pulling the material off and letting it join his shirt on the floor. Y/N’s lack of bra was JJ’s new favorite thing, gazing down at her breast with mesmerized eyes. Y/N became bashful and embarrassed under his gaze, squirming and heating up. JJ grinned at his effect, looking up at her, “Whats wrong, baby?”

“Stop staring.” she flushed and looked away.

“Can’t help it.” he said through kisses to her turned face, “So gorgeous.”

Y/N laughed lowly and wrapped her arms around his neck, turning to meet his lips once more. JJ kissed her a second before moving down her body some, kissing her collar bones and the upper part of her breast. Y/N arched upwards when he placed a kiss to her right nipple, mouth parting slightly and begging him to do it again with her body. JJ listened as he kissed her buds again, moving to do the same to the other. Y/N sighed in content as her eyes fluttered slut, feeling his lips wrap around it and give a suck. A moan escaped her lips, hand coming down to run through the back of his hair. She was gentle with her hand, not wanting to inflict an form of pain onto him because she wasn’t sure exactly how his father hurt him, and what he hadn’t told her or the others.

“Like it?” he asked her, coming up before going down again and sucking on her buds. Y/N whined and nodded in response, running her hand through his hair until he started to move down her body move. The piercing blue eyes flickered up at her, locking eyes as JJ’s hands ran along her thighs, “Want me to eat you out?”

“Is that okay?” she wanted to make sure. JJ cracked a grin, not answering her as he pulled the elastic shorts down her legs. Y/N pushed up to get them off her ankles, legs parted as JJ looked down at her lack of underwear.

“No panties?” he teased her, laying on his stomach.

“I sleep better without em.” she said back casually, earning a small giggle. Y/N turned her head on her pillow to look down at him, toying with the bedding under the pair. JJ blew on her swollen clit, having her squirm some. Y/N’s legs tightened, wanting to lose them but he’d been in between them.

“This okay, Y/N?” the way her name came off his tongue had her rolling her hips.

“Yeah.” she said back breathy, feeling her whole body heat up. JJ grinned at how cute she was, kissing her inner thighs and inching close and closer to her most sensitive area. Y/N flinched each time he’d move, chills spreading across her body. Her leg looped around his back, moving her right hand to run through the blonde locks again. Y/N grinned against her skin and took her by surprise when he finally put his mouth on her. Y/N breathed heavy as broken sighed escape her mouth. Shes masterbated with her fingers, vibrators, and pillows but the lips of JJ felt completely different. Y/N gave a small moan as he shook his head against her core, tongue licking and flicking at her clit.

“JJ.” Y/N moaned his name, pushing her hips up into him as a habit. JJ hummed against her, throwing his arms across her lower stomach to keep her still. The blonde boy grinned when he felt her free hand latch onto his, giving it a small squeeze in reassurance as he lapped her up even more. Y/N struggling to move her hips more, using her leg to pull him down closer. JJ pushed his head down into her clit more, causing more pressure as she moaned again. Her back was begging to be arched, hand tightening on his own hand tighter. JJ gave a few hums against her clit, making Y/N throw her head back as the pressure formed in her core, “I’m close.”

He picked up his speed, moving his head and tongue faster as Y/N held her breath before her body gave the stutter, the release finally taking over. JJ listened to her moan one after the other, much louder as she came for him. He waited until she reached down and shoved his head back, “I’m good, sensitive.”

She was taking deep breaths and slummed back on the pillow. JJ smiled as he pressed a small kiss to her throbbing clit, watching her hips buck away from him. He hovered over her nude body with a smirk, “How was it?”

Y/N laughed slightly as she pulling him down, hugging you into him, “Amazing. You’re so good at that, JJ, oh my god.”

JJ leaned on his elbows, kissing Y/N on the forehead and peeling hair from her face. She brushed her nose with his and peaked him on the lips. She wiggled around and felt his hard, closed dick on her naked pussy. Y/N grinding up into him, smiling when JJ shut his eyes in content. She leaned up and kissed his neck, like he’d done her before brushing across his collar bones. JJ let her linger a moment before yanking his head back and pressing his mouth to hers much longer. After a moment, he pulled away as her eyes fluttered up to him, “Wanna keep going?”

“You sure you’re ready?” he asked her, messing with one of her hands that was over her head, “We can stop if you want to.”

“No, I wanna keep doing this with you.” she spoke, staring into his eyes intensely, “Is that okay with you?”

“Perfect.” he grinned, kissing her lips again and sitting up. Y/N went with him, grabbing at the waist band of his shorts. JJ watched his sweet, innocent little best friend pull his shorts down his thighs before he collapsed on top of her again and wiggled out of the the rest of the way. The thin layer of underwear he wore had his hard dick against her sensitive clit. Y/N sighed at the feeling as she rolled her hips up onto his, “Impatient?”

“A little.” she said honestly, earning her a peak on the lips.

“Do you have any lube? So it won’t hurt you?” he asked her, glancing around in questioning.

“In the cabinet in my bathroom.” Y/N said back with a nod. JJ left a kiss to her bare chest before standing up and hurrying off toward the bathroom. Y/N laid naked on her bed a moment, giving herself a miny pep talk as her heart thumped in her chest. She was nervous, yet excited all at once. JJ was her gorgeous best friend that got around with everyone, she knew he knew what he was doing and would take care of her. Before her thoughts siked her out, he was charging back toward her bed and jumping in with her. Y/N giggled when her body bounced with his, the pair sharing a small laugh and cheeky, innocent smiles.

“Legs open.” he teased her in a mocking like voice. Y/N opened her legs for him, throwing one over his body so he’d be in the middle of them again. JJ pushed them open some so he had access to her core better. He spread the lube over his two fingers, sitting back and rubbing between her lips. Y/N reddened again as she wiggled slightly. JJ held her thigh to avoid her moving too much, rubbing the opening of her slit with the lupe. One of his fingers dipped inside of her slightly, earning a small flinch. JJ looked up, “Did that hurt?”

“No, I just didn’t expect it.” she said back to him, meeting his eye and giving a smile.

JJ smiled back as he continued to massage the lupe along her opening, getting her wet as well in the process, “Are you nervous?”

“A little bit.” she said back with a nod, coming up on her elbows to watch him, “You know i’ve never done this before.”

“Yes, I know.” he joked with her, looking up, “I’m gonna take care of you, Y/N/N, promise.”

“I know.” she agreed with him, “But I don’t wanna be horrible at it.”

“I’ll guide you. You won’t even have to do anything besides relax.” he spoke to her with a kiss to her knee, “Sound good?”

“Sounds good.” she agreed, watching as he shut the lid on the bottle and tossed it aside. JJ hovered over her to kiss her on the lips, his back arching down to her as she rubbed his back. JJ pulled one of his hands back, grabbing the waist band of his underwear. Y/N felt him do so, reaching down to help him slide them off. She felt JJ’s dick rub against her slit slightly, gasping into his mouth while he got them down his legs in no time. He pulled back, watching as she stared up with wide eyes.

“Just relax.” the blonde encouraged with a smirk across his lips, “Just trust me, okay? I’ve got you.”

Y/N nodded as she brushed her nose with his. JJ wrapped his arm under her back, using his other hands to guide himself through her slit slightly. Y/N rolled her hips at the feeling, feeling the head of his dick rub around her opening slightly. Their eyes met as he gave a nod, “Ready?”

Y/N nodded, relaxing in his arms as JJ gently pushed the head in. Y/N’s eyes widened again as she laid still. JJ stared down at her, “You okay? Does it hurt?”

“A small pinch but not bad. Just different.” she nodded her head, running her hands across his shoulder blade, “Are you good?”

JJ had to laugh as she gave a odd look, “Yeah, i’m good. Can I push in more?”

Y/N nodded her head, arms pulling him into her more. JJ’s abdomen touched hers as he began pushing inside of her more. Y/N’s lips parted as her eyebrows knitted, trying to get use to the feeling. There’d been a lot of pressure and she was relatively uncomfortable, but JJ’s breathy moan was enough for her to enjoy it. He bottomed out and dropped his head into her neck, breathing heavy. Y/N ran her hand through his hair as her other rubbed his back, sitting still a moment as he gave gentle whimpers into her neck each time she moved her hips to get use to the feeling. He shut his eyes to contain himself before she spoke, “You can move now.”

“You sure?” he asked, breathy like. Y/N found it extremely hot, the way he was weakening with his dick inside of her. She gave a grin of reassurance, leaning upwards to kiss her lips slightly. JJ listened to her instructions, pulling out slightly and slowly before pushing back in. Y/N shut her eyes as he did it again, arms relaxing as she hummed, “You like that?”

“Do it again.” she encouraged, making him push into her more and coming back in again. Y/N gave a whine as she nodded her head, “Can you go just a little faster.”

“Mhm.” JJ hummed, picking up his hips some as his own moans fell from his lips. Y/N got wetter at the sound, opening her eyes to watch his beauty hover over her with his eyes shut and mouth parted. She held his face, kissing his neck and sucking the same areas. JJ moaned louder when she did it, snapping his hips down into hers. Y/N moaned at the feeling, making him stay still and hit that exact spot again, “You feel so good, baby.”

Y/N ran her hand through his hair as his hips picked up again, making her fall back into the pillow with a breathy moan. JJ kissed her breast when she arched her back up to him, whimpering like a mess under him. JJ’s moans were much louder then hers were, whimpering and giving her sudden moans when he’d trust into her.

“Feels so good, JJ.” she praised him with a kiss to the shoulder, “So good at this.”

JJ’s confidence was flying through the roof at her words, wrapping his arms around her as his hips pushed deep into her. Y/N hummed as he buried deeper in her, coming out against and continuing his pace. JJ met her eye suddenly, staring into Y/E/C, “Anyone else gonna make you feel this good?”

“Never.” Y/N shook her head, “No one else.”

“Good girl, tell me.” he encouraged her, cupping her face and giving her a open mouth kiss.

“No one else will ever make me feel this good.” she repeated as he squeezed his eyes shut and picked up his hips slightly.

“Where do you want me?” he asked, voice shaky, “I’m close.”

“Anywhere’s fine.” she nodded, rubbing his back, “It’s okay, JJ, you can cum.”

His words sent her over the edge as he pulled out and jerked himself off as he came all over her stomach. Loud moans and breathing, high pitch whimpers came from his mouth as he came. Y/N enjoyed the feeling all over her, staying still as he rode out his high, milking himself clean until he nearly collapsed. His hands dug into her hip bones to keep his steady, eyes squeezed shut. Y/N grabbed his wrist slightly and rubbed small circles.

JJ’s eyes snapped open and met her gaze quickly with wide eyes, “Jesus christ, Y/N, that was so good.”

“I know.” she agreed while he searched for his underwear, “Like, way better then what I was thinking.”

“Were you doubting me?” he asked her with a eyebrow raise.

“oh course not.” Y/N shook her head, “But I figured I wouldn’t like it because it was my first time.”

“But you did?” he asked with a smirk, pulling his underwear back on as his looked over at her.

“Loved it.” she said dramatically with wide eyes. JJ laughed, leaning over and peaking her on the lips. He grabbed a kleenex from her bed side, whipping her clean of his cum as she weakened under his hands.

“Me too.” JJ spoke as he cleaned her off, “I’m glad you asked me, Y/N. I didn’t want you to do it with a rando anyways.”

“Wanna do it again?” she asked, having him look her way alarming, “Not tonight, i mean. But another time. I have some stuff I wanna try and you know my body so well.”

JJ cracked a grin.

“But if this was just a one time thing, then I get it.” Y/N nodded, though she hoped it hadn’t been. JJ leaned down and cupped her face, bringing his lips down to kiss her tenderly and passionately.

He pulled back and kissed her nose, “We can do whatever you wanna do.”

She grinned, getting her shorts back on and moving over so he could get in with her. JJ watched her pull his shirt over her head and fall back onto the pillows, looking over. They made eye contact and laughed at the other, rolling on their sides to face each other.

“I can’t believe you let me finally fuck you.” he joked in disbelief.

“Same.” she said back, locking their legs and running a hand through his hair, “I’m so glad we did that.”

JJ moved in closer as she cuddled up into his neck. He rubbed her back gently as her hands roamed his shirtless body, “You wanna stay the night?”

“Yeah, of course.” JJ hummed and kiss her forehead softly, “So, what else do you wanna try?”

#jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #outer banks smut

1K notes · View notes

fictionalmenmakemecry · 3 years

Text

Hot Public Shit

SPOILERS ALERT: If you haven't finishing watching TVD, there might be some spoilers for you. I don't tell any of the story but it might spoil some of the character relationships that later develop in the show. (I personally hate spoilers so I'm making this as clear as possible)

Character: Damon x reader, Enzo, Stefan, Caroline and Bonnie

Summary: During a celebration dinner you try your best to push Damon to brink of losing control. He doesn't let you get away with it. He doesn't even wait til you get home.

Warnings: HEAVY SMUT (+18) , Spoilers, Cursing

(HEAVY SMUT includes unprotected sex, daddy kink, public sex, choking, heavy sexual terminology and masturbation)

"How long is this going to be?" Damon whined getting out of his Camaro and slamming the door shut.

"Damon, you promised that you would behave tonight. It's Stefan and Caroline's night." I looped around the car placing my hands on his chest looking him in the eyes.

"They've been married for like what? A year? That's nothing when your nearly 180 years old" Damon rolled his eyes

"They've been through a lot this year" I brushed his shirt down bringing my eyes to his chest

"So have we." Damon brought my face back up to his gently holding my chin.

"We can have our own celebration" I whispered giving a flirty smile.

"Mmm, I like that sound of that" Damon hummed bringing his head down to my neck and kissing it.

A soft moan escaped my lips feeling his warm breath hit my skin.

"How about we celebrate tonight, with me eating your perfect pussy out until you make a mess on my face" Damon whispered bringing his face up giving a lascivious smile.

I could feel my face turning red and my core starting to wake up from memories of familiar nights.

I snapped myself out from zoning out and pulled away from Damon kissing my neck.

"I would love that, but right now we should go in and be good guests. I know Caroline has been slaving over the oven all day making sure we were still going to come." I took Damon's hand and dragged him up the drive way.

We knocked on the door and in a instance Caroline was opening it.

"Welcome guys!" She cheered raising her arms to gesture us in.

I could just feel Damon's eyes roll into the back of his head hearing her high pitched voice.

"Thanks for having us Caroline" I grinned bringing her into a hug.

"I'm just happy that you're hear" She said chipperly

I walked further into the house to see Stefan, Bonnie and Enzo all chilling near the fire, enjoying their drinks.

"Hey!" I greeted walking towards Stefan.

We hugged and Damon and I plopped ourselves down on the couch on the other side of the fireplace.

We chatted and enjoyed our drinks soaking up the heat of the fire as Caroline and Stefan finished cooking the dinner. I look over to see how happy Bonnie was as Enzo showered her in kisses and wrapped his arm around her waist keeping her close to him. Bonnie deserved happiness and Enzo was that person that could give her that. I glanced over to Damon who leaned back onto the couch enjoying his bourbon. I rested back into his chest wanting to appreciate the rare and happy memories we were making.

"You okay?" He looked down, bring his arm around me caressing my lower back.

"Yeah, I'm just happy I'm here with you" I raised my head, meeting his cold blue eyes.

As the night went on, dinner was served which seemed to be a never ending trail of food. It felt like we were having a 12 course dinner. By the end we were all stuffed and continuing to slowly get through our drinks. We were starting to get more relaxed and happy as the liquor made its way around, leading to interesting conversations between us all.

I looked over to see Damon finishing off the bottle by pouring the rest of it into his glass. Seeing his hand grip around the glass and bringing the liquor up to his pink lips, sparked a little flame deep inside of me. I squirmed in my chair, feeling the affect of all the alcohol playing a part in my random horniness. I brought my hand down under the table and rest it on his thigh, leaning closer to him. He looked over to me with his eyes slightly gazed over. I know he was also feeling the same buzz I was feeling. I ran my fingers lightly further up his thigh and rest it on his stiffening package. I glanced up at him while palming him gently. He shifted in his seat and took a deep breath. He looked at me with narrowed eyes telling me not to test him. I bit my lip knowing what that did to him. He came close to my ear and I could feel the heat radiate off his body.

"You want to play this game?" He whispered softly in my ear.

I turned my head giving him a quick smirk and brought my drink up to my mouth knowing I was going to have a fun night ahead.

"So guys, I think we need to bring out the real guns" Caroline said walking up to the table slightly hyper from all the activities.

We all turned our attention to her and saw her with two massive bottles of tequila.

"I'm ready" Enzo shifting in his sit giving a quick look to Damon.

I knew both of them were going to want to test each other which would mostly result in both of them passed out on the floor from neither of them wanting to tap out.

"Let's make this more interesting... How about truth or... drink?" Caroline arched her eyebrow cracking the fresh seal on the caps of the bottles.

"I like the sound of that" Damon smirked bringing his hand under the table resting it on my thigh and giving it a light squeeze.

When Damon drank, he would heat up like a furnace. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with his body keeping up with burning off the alcohol. The heat from his hand spread across my delicate skin on my leg. It made me shift uncontrollably.

The questions were getting pretty detailed early in, bringing people to drink more tequila than they liked. In turn making people more loose with their thoughts and secrets.

"Okay, I got one" Enzo leaned over, his eyes getting more gazed and speech slowed down.

"If you could only have sex in public or sex once a month?" He looked around watching people think about it.

"Um.. H-how public?" Caroline hiccupped.

"The chance of a stranger catching you any minute" He explained

Stefan took a swig of a shot of tequila.

"Really Stefan? You're no fun" I complained

"What do you expect? Stefan doesn't like to have interesting conversations" Damon looked away in annoyance.

"Sorry, I just think that's kinda private" Stefan put his hands up laying back in his chair.

"Come on Stefan!" Caroline exclaimed with a frown on her face.

"Well, public shit is pretty hot. So I wouldn't have a problem with it" Damon winked at me bringing his hand an inch higher.

I took a deep breath to stop myself from moving against his hand as it was dangerously close to my covered pussy.

"I think so too. Some of the best sex I've had has been in public" I smirked seeing Damon's mouth open slightly from the corner of my eye.

"I think you're right, there's something about it" Bonnie added leaning into Enzo grinning.

"Let's get to the nit and gritty" Damon wiped his bottom lip with two fingers and continued.

"Choking. Yay or nay?" He looked around the table.

"Okay, I call quits. I'm out." Stefan got up from the table

"Stefan?! it's just a game." Caroline protested bringing her hands onto the table.

"I'm not talking about this with my brother across from the table" Stefan walked away from the table and made his way to the kitchen.

"Vanilla like always" I heard Damon say under his breath.

Caroline's face was covered in disappointment. She gathered some empty plates and glasses and followed Stefan.

Damon cleared his throat bringing our attention back to him.

"I never had it done to me" Bonnie replied looking at Enzo.

"No?" Enzo smirked rubbing her hand gently on the table.

"What about you... baby girl?" Damon whispered the latter part not wanting to draw attention

"I haven't tried it..." I hesitated ".. but I want to" I looked down at his lips feeling my pussy pulse with his hand graze against my underwear.

"We are gonna have to fix that, aren't we?" Damon leaned closer licking his lips.

We heard someone lightly cough bringing our minds back to where we were. We broke our trance and pulled away. I could feel blood to rush my face in embarrassment.

"I think it's time we should head out" Damon trying to act casual and cover up his eagerness to get out.

I looked over to Bonnie who was moving her eyebrows up and down smirking. I glared at her, knowing it was obvious why we were in a sudden rush to leaving.

Damon gave one last tight squeeze to my thigh, feeling his strength in his hand, did not help my self control of keeping everything PG. He brushed his hand lightly against my underwear before lifting it away. I whimpered uncontrollably but no one heard.

We all got up from the table and said our goodbyes, put on our coats and made our way out of the house. I could feel Damon's eyes never leaving me as we walked out onto the driveway. We got into the dark Camaro, feeling the cold leather on my bare legs that brought shivers up my spine.

"You're in trouble now" Damon said taking a deep breath in and revving the Camaro to life.

He swung the car out of the driveway and sped up the road. I looked over to see that there was definitely something else on his mind and I had an idea of what it was. I trailed my eyes down to his now, tight black jeans.

"Those jeans look awfully tight and uncomfortable" I teased keeping my eyes on him.

"Don't. I can barely think straight as it is" Damon kept his eyes on the road.

"What you waiting for then?" I bit my lip, wanting him to lose control.

He looked over at me with the same lust I had in my eyes.

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week." Damon clenched his jaw

"That's fine by me..... Daddy" I added feeling myself soak through my underwear.

Damon suddenly swerved the car into a empty parking lot and drove to the end, shaded with trees. He put the car into park and turned off the engine. The only sounds were us breathing and the distance sounds of the city in the distance.

He pulled his seat the whole way back. and leaned over grabbing my waist bringing me onto his lap. I let out a moan, finally feeling some fiction against my pussy.

"Try to stay quiet, understand?" Damon grabbed my jaw looking into my eyes.

I nodded willingly, wanting any relief possible. He moved his hand to my cheek and we brought our mouths together, feeling his tongue dip in and out. I grinded up against him to bring us any kind of pleasure. I could hear his groan in the back of his throat.

"I can't take this anymore" I pulled away panting.

I lifted up reaching down to unbuckle his belt and he helped pulling down his jeans, making his cock spring up enthusiastically. I brought my hand down, pumping him gently and seeing his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. His head leaning back to the head rest.

"You like that Daddy?" I whispered

"Fuck, I want to ruin you completely" He opened his eyes pushing my hair out of face.

"What's stopping you?" I said softly.

In that instant, he couldn't control himself, he raised my dress and ripped my underwear with ease.

"These will just be in the way" He smirked tossing them to the passenger seat.

I could feel his finger ease into my folds and feel myself falling apart. I rested my arms on his shoulders leaning my head back and savoring the pleasure spreading across my body.

"You like when I rub your clit like this?" He kissed my neck while his finger lightly circled my clit, my juices covering his hand.

"So wet for me, baby girl" He hummed bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking on them.

"Fuck me" I moaned bringing my hand down and easing his cock inside me.

We both sink into it, taking each other in for a couple of seconds. I could feel myself sucking him in deeper.

"I don't think I can be gentle with you tonight baby" He looked into my eyes

"I don't want you to be" I leaned in kissing him. "Fuck me hard" .

I kneeled up, giving him room to thrust, wanting to feel the power of him. We moaned in ecstasy. Feeling him completely raw in me made us feel close wanting each other even more.

The sounds of our skin slapping and our heavy breathing and moaning. I never felt so wet in my life.

"I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you" He breathed out.

I gathered up my dress in one hand and brought the other down massaging my swollen clit.

"Damon, fuck" I moaned feeling my orgasm starting to built.

"That's it baby girl, keep touching yourself" He said breathing heavily staring at me pleasuring myself.

We fucked and I could feel the car heating up and fogging up the windows. He pulled down the shoulders of my dress exposing my breasts. He slowed down his thrusts, leaned down to suck on my nipples. His warm breath was enough to get them hard.

"..daddy" I whimpered feeling the edge getting closer.

"Close?" He whispered bringing his hand to the back of my head and grabbing my hair.

I nodded eagerly moving my hips. He start fucking me harder, not faster but harder which meant he was close. I wanted him to completely control me. I wanted him to overpower me.

"Choke me" I moaned looking into his eyes.

Something switched in his eyes. He looked into my eyes a second longer, making sure I wanted it.

I could feel his hand grasp my bare neck. I could feel his fingers tightening on the side. My pulse in my ears. My blood constricted. It was the very thing to push my over the edge.

Feeling his cock pound into me while choking me made me fall apart with a burst of pleasure

"I'm-I'm cummin" I moaned loudly, meeting my eyes with his as I shake uncontrollably.

"Fuck, baby.. I-i can't hold on" Damon groaned feeling his pumps getting messy and feeling his cum erupt inside me, pleasure covered our bodies bringing them close together and falling into each other. Damon's hand dropped from my throat and bringing it around my waist holding me against him as we recovered.

"I never have had..." I breathed out not having the energy to think of the words.

"Me neither" Damon sighed stroking my hair

All I could hear were both of our racing heart beats. Our sweaty skin pressed together feeling the heat in the car and completely forgetting we were in a parking lot.

Masterlist for other fics

#damon #Damonsalvatore #damon salvatore #damon x reader #tvd #the vampire diaries #bonnie #enzo #caroline #stefan salvatore #vampires #smut #imagines #fluff #fanfic #fan fiction

516 notes · View notes

libraryofloveletters · 3 years

Text

Just A Phase

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, typical high school nonsense, kinda rude behaviour at first meet, mentions of weed/alcohol and the consumption of, typical cocky jock behaviour, few swear words, being tipsy/drunk

Category: fluff and a little angst

Word Count: 5.4k

Author’s Note: I just started writing and this is where I ended up so yeah also I feel like I haven’t written in a million years, forgive me if this is shitty // I referred to Buck as Evan for the first little bit because he and the reader had been introduced yet. // thank you to my darling @floralbuckleys for their help!

----

Senior Year Of High School.

Evan Buckley, certified jock and bad boy.

He was the type of guy that only had a soft spot for you, but you didn’t know that yet. Truthfully he wasn’t a mean guy - people just perceived him that way because he was on the football team and popular. He had somewhat of a troublesome reputation.

People knew where he went, trouble followed.

You, on the other hand, came from a somewhat above average family. Your mom’s a nurse and dad’s a lawyer. They always had big hopes and dreams for you, for you to go off to Harvard in the fall and follow in your father’s footsteps but you didn’t want that.

You dreamt of being a writer - you couldn't bring yourself to tell your parents that. Since you were young, they had instilled “you’re going to go to Harvard” in you.

You couldn’t back out now.

See, high school worked a certain way. You kept to your circles and didn’t mingle with those that didn’t fit into your circle. You and Evan didn’t run in the same circle - he was a troublesome jock and you were a smart preppy girl.

Being the preppy kid meant volunteering where you could to bulk up your college application hence why you were at school on a Friday afternoon, waiting for the kids to show up. You were part of some tutor program that your chemistry teacher put you into.

It was mostly just kids that needed some clarification on their work and the occasional jock that needed to pass a course to stay on the team.

You weren't surprised when a group of noisy jocks stumbled in the study hall, reeking of sweat from practice.

You were surprised to see Evan, he hadn't been in there before.

“Settle down boys” Mrs. Jacobs told them before sending each guy off to a tutor, leaving Evan standing beside her. “You can head over to y/n” she pointed at you, you gave him a small smile when you glanced up. He looked unpleasant, like he didn’t want to be there.

He made his way over nonetheless. “Good afternoon” you say quietly, unsure if he heard you. He grumbles a hello as he sits down.

The first few minutes, it was quiet. He sat there flipping through his textbook and scribbling down answers into the notebook in front of him.

“Is there anything I can help you-” “I'm not stupid.”

You glance at him, eyes catching his blue ones looking back at you. “I never said you were.”

“I'm only here because I didn’t turn in my mid term project and now stupid Mr. Jefferson thinks I don't understand this shit” he explains himself.

You hum, glancing down at the notebook in front of him, pulling it towards you. Reading over the sheet, all the answers were right. A hum of satisfaction slips pass your lips as you slide the notebook back over to him.

“Not just another dumb jock then.” your eyes study his face after the statement. His lips curl into a small smile, a hum as he turns his attention back to his paper.

“So prep life must be dull - no parties, all study.”

“Who says prep kids don't party ?”

He chuckles, “maybe the lack of prep kids at the parties.” “I’ll have you know, I party plenty, Evan.”

Once again, he chuckles. “The phrasing of that statement shows that you clearly don’t- but call me Buck, all the guys do.” he slides the notebook over to you.

“Check this over, I'll be back” you watched as he stepped out of the study hall and disappeared into the hallway.

A few minutes pass by, you’re tired and in need of a nap but you blink away the tiredness to read his work. There’s a voice behind you and then you feel something heavy on your chair. Leaning back to figure out what it was, the back of your head hit something hard. You shift in your seat and look up to see your head has hit Buck’s torso.

“How's the work, peach ?” his voice is low, the drop in octave from before causes butterflies in your stomach.

Your brows furrow at the nickname, he noticed your confusion and glances down at your top and your eyes follow his only to see that your peach colour bra was sticking out from the top of your shirt.

You had stretched back into your seat when he stepped out and you hadn't noticed the shift in your clothing.

Pulling the top of your shirt back up, he smiles and returns to his seat. You clear your throat, head down and eyes on the work in front of you as you could feel the blush on your face.

“Um, the work is fine.”

“Do you have plans tonight ?”

“No, why?”

“Come with me to Johnson’s party, you can show me how prep kids party” he smiles, his words are teasing you- taunting you even. “I would, but my parents are out of town so I don’t have the car and I have to watch the house.”

“The house won’t disappear if you’re gone for a few hours and I'll pick you up then. What’s your address ?”

“Buck, I really shouldn't”

“Y/n, come on. Pull the stick out your ass for one night and enjoy senior year. You can go back to Harvard prep tomorrow.”

His word choice doesn't shock you, it’s quite on brand for him. He’s looking at you, waiting for your answer and you can't help but give in.

Taking the pen from him, you scribble your address and number on his notebook. “See you at 7?” picking your bag up before slinging it over your shoulder.

“7? Peach, the party doesn’t start ‘till 9. I’ll pick you up at 10:30.”

“Oh um- okay.” you hum, confused but you agree anyways.

---

10:45 and you were sitting on your couch, glancing at your phone and back to the window.

You had been stood up once before but to be stood up by a jock, and a popular one ? Will be the death of any social life you had.

Finally there’s a knock on your door and you get up a little faster than you would have liked but you make your way over. Pulling it open, you met with Buck.

“Ready ?”

“Sure, let me grab my phone” you leave the door open, stepping back to the couch. Buck had disappeared from the doorway when you returned, you locked up and followed what looked like headlights to the driveway.

Buck sat on his bike, he scoots forwards a bit before patting the space behind him.

“No.” you mumble.

“What ?”

“I’m not getting on that thing.”

“That thing ? I'm offended. Come on, you’ll be fine.”

“Evan, no.”

Buck gets up, making his way over to you. His hands grab yours, looking at you now. “Y/n, I promise you that you’ll be fine. Can we go now ?”

“I’ll kill you if something happens to you” you grumbled as you reluctantly made your way over to the bike. Buck gets on first, you mirror his actions. Your hands were to your side, Buck reached back and wrapped them around his waist.

“You good back there ?”

“As good as I could be.”

The house, who you assumed belonged to Johnson’s parents, (you had no idea who Johnson was because you barely ever went to the football games) reeked of alcohol and weed.

Your face didn’t hide your displeasure as well as you thought it had. Buck chuckled as he slung his arm over your shoulder.

“So is this what you do ?” you shout over the loud music, Buck was saying hello to someone he knew and wasn't paying attention to what you had asked him.

You manage to wiggle your way out of his grip and find your way to the kitchen. It’s a few minutes later that Buck finds you sipping on a beer.

“You drink ?” he gives you a questionable look with a smile on his face.

“You brought me to a party so I'll do what people do at a party” you hum, leaning back against the counter. He finds his way to you, leaning back against the counter too.

“Enjoying the party ?”

“Not really, you kinda left me to talk to some guy for twenty minutes”

“That guy happens to be our star quarterback.”

“I care why?” you glance up at him. Buck’s face is pure amusement, you aren't sure if you’re the cause of that or something else but the way he's looking at you- you can feel the butterflies again.

“Buck!” a group of guys shout as they make their way into the kitchen. They all say hello to him, some are drinking, some are shoving chips into their mouths.

You stay quiet while Buck talks to them and judging by their varsity jackets, it was safe to assume that they were on the team with Buck.

“Who’s your friend ?” a brunette guy asks him, stepping towards you.

“I’m y/n, you are?” you ask before Buck could.

“Mike, call me Johnson.”

“Oh, so this is your place ? Cute house” you give him a smile, he laughs.

“How do you know Buck?” Johnson asks, he was nosy for a drunk guy.

“Just bumped into each other, we have class together” you lie, not sure if Buck wanted them to know how you really met, Buck gives you a small smile.

“You’re pretty, how about a dance ?” his hand grabs yours.

“Thanks but no thanks” you give a polite smile before pulling your hand away.

Johnson takes a step forward, his hand reaching out and grabbing your hip. “C’mon, dance with me” you could smell the alcohol on him- he reeked. You push his hand off, “I said no thank you” you tell him once more, being ever so polite.

“Y/n, c’mon, one dance baby” he takes another step, he’s now face to face with you. Before you could say anything, Buck is in front of you, between you and Johnson.

“Dude, she said no. Leave her alone.”

Buck’s sudden need to protect you was much appreciated. Usually if a guy did that, especially a jock, you’d be weird out because they never pay attention to you- but Buck, you had this indescribable feeling, pride, satisfaction, maybe even relief ?

“She’s not even your girl, why are you protecting her?”

“Doesn’t matter, she said no so get out of her fucking face.” Buck’s hand was against his chest, pushing him away as his other hand reached back for yours. It would be cheesy to say that your hand fit in his like it was made to be there but it was true.

Buck’s hand was still in yours as he pulled you out the back door. Your back was up against the wall as he stood in front of you.

“Are you okay ?” you could hear the concern in his voice - different from his usual tone.

At a loss for words, his eyes study your face. Johnson was a douche and he knew that, he mentally cursed himself for even bringing you here.

“Y/n.. talk to me” he takes a step towards you.

“Buck,” your hand presses against his chest, “I'm fine. It’s not the first time a drunk guy has hit on me”

A breath of relief slipped past his lips, “do you want to leave?” his face softens when he asks. “No, I'm alright.”

“Stay here, I'll be back” his hand comes down and squeezes your waist gently before he steps back into the house.

It was a while before Buck returned. He had disappeared into the house for half an hour and when he returned, you were by the pool with a pingpong ball in hand.

“Suck it!” your loud laugh filled his ears, you took a sip from the red cup in your hand and you watched as the guy across from you drank the beer in the cup that the ball landed in.

“Looks like you’re having fun” Buck smiles, now beside you.

“Hey!” you reeked of beer at this point. “I’m having fun” your words come out in a slurred mumble.

“Mhm okay, I think it’s time to head home” Buck takes the cup from you and sets it down.

“What ?” Your hand reaches for the cup again, a pout evident on your face.

Buck’s hands finds your waist, hoisting you up and over his shoulder. A louder than expected gasp left your mouth, you felt the cold breeze against your legs as he walked towards the front of the yard.

He put you down in the backseat of a car but you knew you came with his bike so you were confused, just as you go to ask, he scoots you over and gets in the back with you. Buck’s arm is over your shoulder, you’re so tired that you just lean into him.

You had noticed you fell asleep and when you woke, you were on the porch swing at your house with Buck’s hand in your pocket.

“Whatcha looking for?” he glances up at you when he hears your voice.

“Keys.”

“Other pocket”

He manages to find the keys and get the door open. Getting you in the house was another story. “Y/n, come on” he pulls your hands in an attempt to get you up but you weren’t budging.

What happened to you being a prep kid and not drinking ? He didn’t even think it was possible to get drunk that fast.

“No, tired” you mumbles, making yourself comfortable on the porch swing. “Do you want your parents to come home and find you here? I’m cool with leaving you here if that’s the case” Buck teased, he had no idea when your parents were coming home.

The mention of your parents finding you outside, drunk, horrified you. You got up so quick, you nearly toppled over. Buck helped you inside and onto the couch. He disappeared for a moment and then returned with a glass of water.

“Small sips” he settles beside you, watching as you take a sip. You hum, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm comes over your shoulder.

“Buck?”

“Yeah?”

He felt your head shift, now looking up at him, eyes full of sleep. You were studying his face, from the birthmark above his eye to his pink lips.

“I really like you, you know” your words filled with sleep as your eyes drooped, you blinked a few times, forcing yourself to stay awake.

Buck chuckles, “that’ll pass peach, I’m just a phase.” He hummed quietly, fingers running through your hair as you drift to sleep.

The Monday after the party, you saw Buck in the hallway after waking up to an empty house on the couch, head pounding even in the deafening silence and and you can’t quite remember how you got home.

Buck had been radio silence since then but you weren't sure why. He was walking in from the front doors and you were by your locker. You turn to speak to him but he barely glances at you before continuing his conversation with Johnson.

From that day, you never spoke to Buck again. Last you saw him was graduation day and last you had heard was that he was in college and you were headed off to Harvard.

----

Present.

You had become a big shot lawyer, everything your parents wanted. Moved out to LA to start your own firm and everything was going well until this morning.

You had barely walked into the office when the fire alarm went off. The sudden alarm caused an onset of commotion in the office, the woman next to you bumped into you, spilling your hot cup of coffee onto you.

She mumbled a sorry as she passed but you could feel the heat coming from where the liquid had spilt. Nonetheless, you made your way out, the sound of the sirens from fire trucks blaring.

Not that you didn’t enjoy seeing the handsome firefighters (or so your co-workers seem to say) but you had a ton of paperwork to do for an upcoming case you had and you barely started.

You stood by the curb, watching as the firefighters made their way over to the crowd and into the building to clear it.

“Ma'am ?” A firefighter made his way over to you, there was a helmet in his hand as he passed a hand through his hair. You glance up from your phone, to see what he wanted.

“May I take a look?” his eyes shifted to your chest where there is currently a coffee stain on your white shirt. “Oh, thank you but no. I’m fine”

“Are you sure? Because that’ll leave a pretty nasty mark if you don't get it cleaned. If you aren’t comfortable, we have a female medic” he offered, hoping you’d consider.

“You’re a medic ?” you asked, looking him up and down. He nods, taking a step back. He begins walking back to the ambulance and you follow him. “Do you want me to get her?”

“No, you’re a professional, it’s cool” you give him a small smile before moving your shirt so he could check.

The firefighter’s hand was now right under your collarbone, dabbing at your skin with some gauze. His fingers were cold, you weren’t sure if it was actually his fingers or the gloves that were cold but either way you looked at him.

“What’s your name ?”

“Diaz, Eddie Diaz” he tells you, flashing you a smile before going back to his job.

You hum, staying still as Eddie rubs something on your skin.

That’s when you saw him.

The same blue eyes, the same blonde hair, the same gorgeous smile that always played in your mind. Not a day went by that you didn’t think of him. You had always wondered what he ended up doing, he was smart and destined for great things, there was more for him than a small life in a place where no one ever really did anything.

Every guy you had dated, you compared to him. It was always something- they didn’t look like him, they didn’t act like him, they didn’t treat you the way he did, they wouldn't stand up for you like he did.

He lived rent free in your mind.

“Ma'am?” Eddie’s voice broke your gaze. “Y/n,” you corrected him, “ma’am is for old women” your eyes going back to Buck. Eddie noticed your lack of attention and followed your gaze.

“Do you know Buck?”

“He still lets people call him that ?” you chuckle to yourself, feeling Eddie’s eyes burning a hole into you.

Before you could answer, his radio buzzed before a voice came through, “building’s clear. Start directing people back in.” Eddie looks over at you, you’re already getting out of the ambulance.

“Keep that clean and dry” were his last words to you after you left.

---

It wasn’t until you were back in the building that you realized your phone was in the ambulance.

You were majorly screwed.

Remembering the medic’s name which was the only thing you remember mids the confusion and seeing Buck after 10+ years. You asked around the office if anyone knew what station responded to the call. You had contacts that worked for the city but the lack of phone made it hard for you to call and find out.

Finally giving in, you google the medic’s name. There were a few articles that had photos but none of them said anything that helped. There was a video from Taylor Kelly at channel 8 news, some sort of video about the fire station.

Station 118- that was 10 minutes down the road and you pass it everyday on the way to work. The thoughts began filling your head, had Buck been there all along?

12 years- 12 long, empty years that you acted like he didn’t exist and that you didn’t want to know what happened between you two but he was right down the road.

You didn’t even know if you wanted to talk to him. You had finally come to peace with it even though a part of you will always long for what could have been. Feelings aside, you set out to the station to get your phone.

Upon arriving, there were a few guys by the trucks. You asked for Eddie, assuming that he might have an idea of where your phone ended up or if they even found it.

“Up the stairs and he should be somewhere up there” the guy pointed, you thanked him before heading towards the stairs. When you got upstairs, it was empty.

You weren't sure if you should go back down or wait so you sort of awkwardly stood there, glancing around the room. The station was nicer than you had imagined it to be, not that you really had an idea of what to expect.

Your back was to the kitchen when someone tapped your shoulder. “Can I help you?” his voice called out as you turned.

Buck.

You let out a breath, your eyes studying his perfect face for a moment. Do you say something or just pretend like you didn’t know him?

“Yeah, I'm uh- I'm looking for Eddie. I think I left my phone in the ambulance.”

“Do I know you from somewhere ?”

“I work at the building down the road, 14th street. You guys were there earlier, hence the phone in the ambulance” you tell him, hoping he drops the topic.

“Y/n! Hey! What are you doing here?” You see Eddie call from behind Buck.

Thank god.

“I left my phone in the ambulance. I figured you’d know what happened to it” you’ve stepped past Buck and towards Eddie now. “I haven’t seen it, but maybe it’s still in there. Come with me, we can check for it”

Eddie was making his way down the stairs and you were behind him when Buck called your name.

Not y/n.

Peach.

You paused, taking a deep breath in before turning to face him. “I thought I remembered you from somewhere” he smiled, him and his stupid smile.

“I’m in a rush, Evan. Plus, I'm not in the mood to reminisce.”

The smile dropped from his face, the guilt crept up on you. The feeling of your stomach twisting, sighing before making your way down to Eddie who was by the ambulance, your phone in hand.

“There’s more to the story than I thought,” Eddie hands the phone over, you give him a hum and thank him. “Let me walk you out.” he follows you out to your car.

“You know, whatever he did- he’s changed. He’s a good guy.” Eddie says, his voice sincere.

“I know, I just- I don't know”

“What did he do? If I can ask”

“We were- I don't know what we were. We hung out in high school, just once but he was different from the other guys. He genuinely cared. We went to a party together and he brought me home after. I remember falling asleep with him in the house and the next morning he was gone. Total radio silence that whole weekend and when I saw him at school the following week, he acted like he didn’t know me - it was like that for the rest of senior year. We never spoke after that.”

Here you were pouring your heart out to a firefighter who you had only met an hour ago who also had seen your bare chest (in a professional way, of course) on a Tuesday morning in the parking lot.

“Wow- I can see why you wouldn’t want to talk to him.”

“Yeah, thank you for the phone though. I gotta get back to work”

“Wait, let me get your number”

You pause, looking at him with furrowed brows. He seemed confused then he realized how that sounded. “Oh god- no not like that, sorry. I meant maybe we could grab a drink sometimes, as friends and maybe you could tell me more about high school Buck ?”

“Um- yes to the number and drinks but I don’t know about Buck” you hand the phone back over to him, telling him that you’d text him.

---

It was a while before you heard from Eddie, he said he was off on Saturday if you were up for drinks and weren't busy. The whole team was going out but he invited you along to join them.

After some back and forth “I couldn't intrude” and “you won’t be, come join us” you finally gave in.

Now it’s 9pm and you, Eddie and Buck are sitting at a booth. Coincidentally, everyone else was busy. Chimney and Hen who you hadn’t met yet, were with their significant others and kids. So that left the 3 of you together.

You wanted to walk back out when you saw it was only the two of them but Eddie had seen you and called you over. His phone buzzed just as Buck came back with drinks.

“Everything okay?” Buck asked his friend, Eddie, still typing away on his phone. “Huh? Yeah, it’s Carla. Chris is running a fever” you could hear the concern in his voice.

“Chris is your son?”

“Yeah- I'm sorry I got to go. I’ll make it up to you. Drinks on me another night” Eddie gave your shoulder a squeeze as he stood.

“No yeah, of course. Go, it’s fine” you smiled.

“Let me know if you need anything” Buck shifts towards Eddie, the two of them seem to have some sort of routine or way of how things work between them.

And now there were two.

Buck sipped on his beer, you sat across from him, your nails tapping against the bottle in front of you. He was the first one to speak.

“So, how have you been?”

“Good. You?”

“Good too. I don’t know if you remember my sister but she had a baby recently so I've been hanging out with her after work”

“Oh, that’s nice. Maddie right?”

“Yeah, she had a little girl. She’s the cutest little girl ever.” Buck pulls his phone out, showing you a photo of him holding a baby in a blanket with a brunette beside him. The woman beside him, Maddie you assumed, was smiling at Buck, fixing the blanket while he looked at the camera, the joy evident on his face.

“She’s adorable and your sister looks the same, she hasn’t aged a day” you hum, passing the phone over to him.

Back to awkward silence.

“What happened to us?” Buck’s question catches you off guard.

“What happened to us? You happened.”

“What? I thought we were friends.” Your eyes met, his full of confusion and yours with displeasure.

“Friends don’t disappear in the middle of the night with no explanation and ignore them for the rest of senior year.” You get up, grab your phone and make your way to the door. Buck’s calling out to you but you don’t want to stop and talk to him.

The night was cold, the wind hit your bare shoulders and you shivered for a moment before walking. Buck was still calling out your name, he had followed you out the bar.

“Y/n! Stop! Y/n, c’mon. Please!” His hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. You pull your hand back.

“No! You don’t get to do that. Act like everything is fine when you disappeared with no explanation. I know we weren’t best friends but I thought we were at least friends. That fucking hurt, Evan.”

“Fine,” he sighs, looking at you. “You want the truth ?” Your brows raised, waiting for him to continue.

“You told me you liked me. You were a good kid, going to Harvard, which you obviously did” gesturing at you, he continued. “I didn’t know what I wanted and I didn’t want you to feel like you needed to be by my side until I figured it out. I knew you would resent me for that and I couldn’t do that to you, I couldn’t do it to myself.”

“That’s selfish. It’s about you ? That’s why you left with no explanation ? You couldn’t do it to yourself ? Man the fuck up Buck, life isn’t about you.”

“You think I don’t know that ?! You think I didn’t think about you all the time? That I didn’t miss you?”

“Don’t start with that shit. You knew where I would be. You said it yourself, I was “a good kid, going to Harvard” so if you really missed me, you could have found me.”

“Y/n, be real. We were just out of high school, what means did I have to go searching for you? I had my own shit to deal with.”

“Just stop, I don’t even want to know.”

“No, you stop”

“No you.”

“Y/n” his voice was stern, the annoyance clearly there.

“Evan.” your tone matched his.

That stupid smug smile of his was on his face, that was enough to make you roll your eyes. “’Kay, I'm over your shit.” turning away from him, you go to walk away but his hand grabs yours.

Still fit like it was made to be there.

Before you could register what was happening, Buck’s lips were on yours. Maybe time stopped when Buck’s lips met yours but your heart didn’t- it felt like it was beating a million times seconds and the butterflies in your stomach were restless.

It wasn't clear to either of you at the moment that it had started pouring rain but it didn’t matter. There was this raw emotion in the way his hands felt on your waist or how his chest was pressed to yours.

Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t open his eyes slightly, sneaking a guilty peek at you just to make sure you weren’t a fiction of his imagination. Every breath he took smelt of lavender and honey, the same scent that had lingered on his mind since the day he met you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible.

Maybe this was meant to be, fate bringing back what was meant for him to him or maybe this really was all a fabrication of his imagination but he wanted to live in his moment forever.

It wasn't until thunder rumbled that he pulled away. The rain had soaked your clothes and hair, your makeup had smudged and half of your lipstick was on Buck.

The same stupid smug smile on his face.

“God,” rolling your eyes at him. “You’re so annoying.” wiping your lips with the back on your hand, hoping that you got all the lipstick off.

“Yeah, I'm the annoying one” Buck’s face twisted, giving you a playful shove as you stepped towards him. Your thumb comes up to wipe the lipstick off him. Buck’s arm lifts, now over your shoulder.

The two of you looked at each other as you made your way down the street.

“Just a phase huh ?” you hum, glancing at Buck.

The blonde let out a chuckle, “maybe not.”

---

taglist: @advicefromnixxxx @spencersendgame @keenmarvellover @beth-winchester21 @fernandaweasley2 @yikesyikesyikes95 @hotchsdarling @duhbar1975 @wowitsel @mrspeacem1nusone @jillys-feral-fandoms @iris-oaklee-carter-911oc @hailsstormthings @averyhotchner @captainxholmes @venusrosepetal @babybuckleys @looney-literature @caitsymichelle13@artemishunter18 @may-grants @floralbuckleys @mrs-dr-reid

785 notes · View notes

watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

Text

SIT ON ME

a/n: heavily inspired of the time when a girl actually asked him the question i used in this fic lmao. also maybe a part 2 might be good for this? let me know if you’re interested in one!

pairing: Sebastian Stan X Assistant!Reader

word count: 1.5k

masterlist

Fixing the collar of his shirt one last time you pat on his hard chest, breathing out shortly as your eyes flicker up to meet his icy blue gaze that was already examining you.

“Just try to… not say anything stupid, okay?” you tell him, hopeful that he will take you seriously just once, though in the back of your mind you already know it goes in one ear and slips out the other usually.

Sebastian nods, a small, coy smile tugging on his lips as you fold your arms on your chest, checking the time on the clock on the wall across you, only minutes until they are going on stage. It’s another day, another panel, you have no idea what the event is called anymore, you lost track of even which city you are at right now. You’ve been on the road for weeks now, going from one hotel to the other, jumping from events to appearances, trying not to lose your head, because if you do, that means Sebastian’s head is lost too. Being a personal assistant means that you’re responsible for two people at the same time, you can’t afford falling apart.

“Five minutes, everyone!” a man shouts as he runs down the hallway and Mackie drops a joke about him, but you don’t really catch it, because Seb’s hand touches your waist as the two of you wait patiently for the start.

“Can I get a good luck kiss?” he smirks down at you, leaning closer to your ear so no one can hear him, only you. His hot breath tickles your skin and you try to hide your pleasant shudder at his closeness.

You can’t push the smile down that tugs on your lips as you peek up at him, that boyish glimmer in his eyes never fails to stun you. He is such a beautiful person, inside and out and it’s hard to resist his charm when all he does is trying to wrap you around his finger. He knows the effect he has on you and he doesn’t hesitate to use it. The relationship between the two of you has been a bit blurred these past months, you both could feel the shift when after his last birthday, drunken and totally worn off from his party, the two of you ended up sleeping in the same bed, tangled in each other. You stayed completely clothed, yet the intimacy was burning and the flame hasn’t really disappeared since then.

However you haven’t let it go farther yet, trying to maintain the slightest bit of professionalism in the midst of the madness your job is, though Sebastian doesn’t seem to care about that at all. It’s been a cat and mouse game ever since that night.

Reaching up you cup his jaw in your hand and pulling him closer you can see the surprise in his eyes when he thinks you’re about to kiss him, but then you turn his head and your lips end up on his stubbled cheek, an airy chuckle leaving his lips.

“I think you missed it,” he slyly smirks down at you, but you just roll your eyes.

“Behave, Stan,” you warn him.

The remainder of the time flies by fast and the boys walk out to the stage to the cheering crowd, taking their places, ready to answer any and every questions thrown in their way.

You watch from the sidelines, laughing with the audience every time Mackie cracks a joke, or when Sebastian gives a funny answer, you feel like one of those fans sitting in front of them, you totally understand why they are so obsessed with them. It’s hard not to love them, they are just amazing people.

“Alright, let’s see the next question!” the lady on the stage announces, turning to the girl who has the mic this time.

“Hi! I’m so happy to be here and see you guys!” the girl beams, making the men on the stage smile gratefully.

“We’re happy you’re here too!” Sebastian answers her, definitely making her blush at the sweet response.

“So my question is…” she starts, taking a deep breath. “Sebastian, this is for you. If you were a chair, who would you want to sit on you?”

The question makes the whole room erupt in laughter and you can’t hold back yours either. You can tell Seb is shocked at the blunt and quite dirty question, but you also know that he is definitely gonna answer it, no matter how inappropriate it’s going to be.

“Wow,” he chuckles into the mic, while he is trying to keep his act together, Mackie on his left is fighting back tears at this point. “What an… interesting question,” he huffs, making everyone laugh again. “Um… Okay, if I was a chair, I would want…”

His eyes wander over the crowd until they find you at the side, your gazes melting together for a split second and you already know what his answer is gonna be, just from the way the tiny wrinkles around his eyes appear. And there’s nothing you can do against it.

“I would want my assistant to sit on me,” he answers, a round of howling and screaming washing over the room as you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. Did he really just say that? In front of all these people?

When you glance up next time, you catch his eyes again, that smug and pleased look in his face is almost annoying, knowing how much he is enjoying putting you into this situation.

“I’m going to kill you,” you mouth to him, but he just chuckles.

“Damn, Sebastian,” Mackie huffs. “You ain’t playing anymore!”

“No, no, it’s all just fun,” he explains. “I just like to tease my assistant, don’t take it seriously,” he adds, trying to save the situation, though it’s useless. His answer has been captured on hundreds of cameras and it’ll be all over the internet in a matter of time.

The conversation on stage carries on and you patiently wait for it to be over so you can murder Sebastian yourself. When they finally say goodbye and head off the stage you’re waiting for them already, trying to look serious and a bit mad about the stunt Sebastian pulled, but when his gaze meets yours you simply can’t keep up the act. You are so soft for this man, he could do about anything and you wouldn’t stay mad at him at all.

“Uh-oh, you are thinking about killing me,” he smirks, not even an ounce of regret or shame for himself present in his voice.

“I am, yeah,” you nod, arms folded on your chest as he stands in front of you, biting into his bottom lip as he cocks his head to the side.

“What can I do to earn your forgiveness?” he asks in a dramatic tone, before his hands find your upper arms, pulling you closer until your front meets his chest and he can wrap you into his embrace.

“Stop being such a flirt,” you prompt, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Oh, I don’t think I can do that, sorry.”

“Of course,” you roll your eyes at him.

When everything is said and done and you can head home, you and Sebastian make your way out, only to face the huge crowd that gathered around the building just to see a glimpse of their favorites. The car pulls up to the entrance and you follow Seb out through the crowd that’s being held back with two rows of security guards, but you need to be fast, because they are starting to lose their shit. Sebastian gets into the car and someone pushes you from behind when you are about to follow him, making you fall and end up on his lap in the car, the door shutting behind you as the driver leaves immediately.

“Shit,” you breathe out, holding onto his shoulders for leverage and his strong arms wrap around you as an instinct, catching you from falling further. A second passes and he smirks at you, arching an eyebrow at you.

“See? You did end up sitting on me,” he smugly points out and you just shake your head laughing as you climb off of him, sitting next to him on the backseat.

“If only we had HR, you’d be in so much trouble,” you warn him, though you can’t keep a straight face as you point a finger at him that he just easily grabs and pulling your hand to his lips he kisses your knuckles with a smug grin on his lips.

“Good thing it’s just you and I then,” he shrugs, keeping your hand in his hold in his lap and you don’t even try to pull it back, you just huff amused, sliding down in your seat, leaning against his arm, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. Sebastian hums contented, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you both ignore the elephant in the room and pretend like you can go like this forever.

But deep down you know you can’t.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan oneshot #sebastian stan one shot #sebastian stan au #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes one shot #sebastian stan blurb #sebastian stan fluff

935 notes · View notes

forever-rogue · 3 years

Note

if you’re still taking requests for Bucky, can you do one from this quote if it sparks any inspiration: ‘when you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can stand in front of them and show yourself and their response is “you’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.’

A/N: please, this is so soft 🥺

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

»»————-　♡　————-««

A heavy sigh escaped soft lips as Bucky laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling. There was almost no sound in the room besides the rhythmic ticking of the aging clock on the wall, combined with the sounds wafting in from the open window, and the almost non-existent humming of his vibranium appendage. He reached his hand up to his chest to ground himself by touching the dog tags that had been his for way too many years now. A temporary moment of panic set into his bones when he realized there was nothing there, but revelation quickly dawned on him as he remembered that they were currently with you. The last he’d seen them, you were wearing them, the metallic silver tags safely nestled under the soft fabric of your t-shirt.

When he’d given them to you, a sign of his desire to call you his, among other things, he never actually expected that you’d wear them. The first time he’d spied you wearing them, along a casual outfit consisting of jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers, he’d almost short circuited. There was something about comforting knowing they were safe and sound in your possession now. They were yours now too - just like he was.

A gentle tugging lifted the corners of his mouth into the semblance of a smile. How foreign it still felt sometimes, the gentle feeling of blossoming happiness and knowing he was loved. Loved. What a strange and odd concept that was. He couldn’t remember the last another soul had told him they loved him besides in the most platonic sense. But the first time you’d whispered those words to him, so effortlessly, so easily, I love you, his whole world came to a screeching halt and he was sent into a wild spiral that left him speechless. Bucky hadn’t reciprocated your words then; but it wasn’t long after that he did. It had been a half shout, half declaration as you just grinned at him, pulling him against your lips and only letting him go when you were both breathless and dizzy.

He relaxed at the thought, settling against the pillow as he reminded himself to swim in happy memories, rather than drown in the ghosts of the past.

His phone vibrated against the glass top of the coffee table as it startled him out of his stupor, causing him to almost roll off the couch in surprise. He scrambled to grab the phone, and relaxed when he saw your name on the screen. Straightening himself up, he cleared his throat before answering, “hi sweetheart.”

“Bucky!” your excited voice on the other end of the line made his heart relax as he just imagined you bouncing around your small floral shop, making sure everything was perfect, “it’s about time you answered, old man. I’ve called you like three times! Did I disturb your afternoon nap, Barnes?”

“Hey, watch who you’re calling an old man,” he snorted as he stood up and stretched, surprised by how easily you were able to read him, “I got decades on you, kid, respect your elders.”

“Respect me when I’m right,” you grinned as he laughed lightly. How easily everything seemed to flow between the two of you; he’d never thought he could have anything like this again. Even once he’d left Wakanda and life slowly went back to a semblance of normality after the Blip, he still had a hard time trusting people; perhaps, more than anything else, he didn’t trust himself.

While he knew he was himself again, Bucky, and not the Winter Soldier, he still was never quite convinced that he wouldn’t ever go back. For so long he had been nothing but a killer, it was hard to believe that he could ever be fully himself again. So he’d closed himself off, steeled himself, despite the constant reassurance from the people around him that it was okay to let others in. He couldn’t trust himself - after so long...how could he? How was he just supposed to be able to pick the pieces and just be James again?

But he was learning, over time, slowly, bit by bit, that it was okay to let people in, okay to feel, and be okay and also not be okay. Sure, some days were hard, but the good days were good. And they were getting to become more and more frequent.

“Bucky? Hello?” you called his name from the other line, trying to get him to snap back into attention, “James? James Buchanan Barnes?”

“S-sorry,” his voice was soft and gentle for a moment, “I...yeah.”

“Yeah,” you teased softly, “zoning out again huh, my love? I know how you get. What are you thinking about, Bucky?”

“Nothing much,” he admitted, shrugging to himself despite the fact that you weren’t able to see him, “when are you off?”

“Whenever I want to be,” you reminded him, “I’m the boss now, remember? Why do you ask? Got some grand plans for us?”

“Nah,” he confessed, “just want to come and see you. Is it okay if I stop in? I’d come and bring you some flowers...but that would seem a little...on the nose.”

“Ahh, look at you,” he could practically hear you grinning, “very clever, aren’t you? Come and see me - it’s been slow so I might as well close up when you get here. Maybe we can go for a walk and get dinner?”

“Sounds great,” he agreed softly, “see you soon.”

“See you soon, Bucky.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

While you waited for Bucky to arrive, a brilliant idea popped into your head. You quickly grabbed a vase and started to gather some of the flowers that reminded you of him. It wasn’t long before you had a variety of them, neatly arranged and topped off with a bow, ready and waiting for him. He walked into your small shop, ready to announce himself but quickly found that he didn’t have to.You were perched up on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth as you tilted your head to the side and studied him with a small smile. He was dressed casually today, sporting a dark blue henley and a pair of well fitting jeans. His arm, intricate and beautifully designed golden and black vibranium, wasn’t on full display, nor was it completely hidden. Progress; a step in the right direction, albeit small. He’d get there when he’d get there and if that took another five years or fifty, you planned on being there for him.

“Hi James,” you popped off the counter and met him halfway, letting him wrap you up and envelope you in his warm, tight grasp. His arms, his body, was your favorite place to be. You never felt more safe and secure than when you were wrapped up in him, “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed me?” he chuckled as you just nodded, pouting lightly as he couldn’t help but kiss you softly, “it’s only been a few hours since we’ve seen each other.”

“I know,” you ran a hand through his dark hair, “but it doesn’t mean I can’t miss you, does it?”

“I suppose you’re right,” he agreed as you took his hand and pulled him over to the counter. Bucky dramatically rolled his eyes as he trailed after you. Your hand looked so small in his hand; delicate skin contrasted against harsh callouses as you gave him a squeeze of reassurance. Whatever hesitation or tension was left in his body seeped, replaced by a feeling of saccharine bliss, “what are you up to?”

“You always think I’m up to something,” standing in front of the flowers, you paused, studying his features before reaching up to tenderly cradle his face in your hands. Bucky, resilient and strong, turned into a puddle of mush and practical whimpers as you traced a delicate fingertip across his features, “perhaps this time you’re right.”

“Tell me then,” he turned his face, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm as you used your free hand to reach behind you and push the vase to your side so he could see the ornate display. Blue eyes narrowed, highlighting the wary crease in his brow before they widened, softening all the way through. His hand slinked down to your waist, a light squeeze followed as he shuffled to the side and studied the flowers. Bright yellows and oranges, brilliant crimsons and pinks, and mellow pastels were suddenly under his intense scrutiny as he took in the sight of the blossoms, “w-what are these?”

“And here I was, thinking you were smart,” standing behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, delicately and slowly at first so you wouldn’t startle him. His frame stiffened for a mere moment before he relaxed, the weight of your head on his back a welcome burden he was happy to bear, “these are called flowers.”

“Very funny,” you could feel the laugh vibrate through his chest as a hand, one colder and more metallic than normal, but still all him, settled on your own. Pressing a line of soft kisses to his shoulders, you listened to the steady beating of his heart, “what’s the occasion?”

“There is none,” you insisted, “I just thought you would enjoy them. Look at the colors and blossoms, they all reminded me of you. So brilliant and warm and bright and lovely - just like you, Bucky.”

A few beats of silence met your ears as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, a million thoughts swirling around his mind. Before you could speak or say anything else, he turned around in your arms so he was facing you. He gestured between you and the flowers for a few moments, finding himself at a loss for words, “me?”

“Yes,” you promised him, “for you. Do you like them?”

“I love them,” he reassured you, an easy warmth settling over you, “back in the day I would have been doing this for you…”

‘You’ve gotten me flowers plenty of times,” you laughed, a sound that had easily become his favorite thing in almost no time, “besides, you deserve some nice things too.”

“I’ve been thinking…”

“That’s a new one,” you teased as he jokingly groaned, “ I jest! I’ve noticed you’ve been a little more quiet and stoic lately...I didn’t even know that was possible for you. What’s been on your mind, my love?”

“There’s this quote that came into mind...I heard it somewhere, but I can’t remember from what or who,” he mused as he rubbed thoughtfully at his chin, “it’s something along the lines of ‘when you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can stand in front of them and show yourself and their response is “you’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.’ I feel like...I can do that with you - like I can be myself and you’re not judging me, even though you know who I am.”

“Bucky - James - I know who you are,” it was surprising you didn’t melt into a puddle then and there, melting into nothingness at his feet. You leaned in, looking at his eyes for a few moments before capturing his lips in a soft kiss. You broke apart slowly, reluctantly before resting your forehead against his, “I know exactly you who are. And I love you for it - a good man, friend, partner, and so many other things. You are good, and it doesn’t matter what anyone else says or thinks. Fuck them - the people that know you know who you really are.”

“Even after…”

“Even after everything that’s happened,” you promised, “you are safe with me. I’m not going to suddenly turn my back on you and walk away. I love you, Bucky. You have me, now and forever, and I’ve got you, always. That’s not going to change. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you could feel him smiling against your lips as he breathed you in and let you overwhelm his senses, “I know that.”

“Good,” you smiled as you reached for his hand, “let’s go to get dinner. I’m starving.”

“Don’t you need to close up?”

“Nah,” you winked at him, “I closed up as soon as we got off the phone earlier so we would have interruptions. C’mon Buck, I’m going to take you for a night on the town! What do you say?”

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed, “there’s just one more thing.”

“Hmm?”

“This,” he pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply as your body melded into his, “I love you too.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

Permanent Taglist: @secretsweetscollectionblog @sheridans-dynamos @queenbbarnes @persephonesnebula @ah-callie @blushingwueen @thisis-theway @rosetophighlander @rae-gar-targaryen @hiscyarika @readsalot73 @huliabitch @ollyoxenfrees @coffeeandtodd @beepbeepsephy @scarlettwitcher @choicesarcade @arrowswithwifi @everythingaboutnothingstuff @suckerfor-fanfics @bestintheparsec @javihoney @aeryntheofficial @hail-doodles @engineeredfiction @asgardianvamp21 @keithseabrook27 @karmezii @dearspacepirates @thatsuitlooksgoodonyou @paintballkid711 @mrpascals @lv7867 @artsymaddie @gooddaykate @rosiefridayrogersunday @heyitmelexie @criminalmind1927 @justanotherblonde23 @coni-martina @thewayofthemandalorian @phoenixhalliwell @lucifer @cosmoschick @kochamcie @linkpk88 @leaiorganas @nikkixostan @haley-the-comet @chibi-yuki @computeringturtle @4ng3lf43 @intu-witch-tion @wondergal2001 @gingerbreadandpaper @willowtheewisp @milkxxkookies @smollpinkgirl @zukoyonce @boomtownboy @discowitchyy

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #tfatws #bb imagine

780 notes · View notes

winter-soldier-vibes · 3 years

Note

Hello can u do a bucky x reader where reader feels insecure and doesn’t have sex with him bc of her stretch marks and our bucky boi finding out and offering comfort and kisses as a result? Love you tysm❤️❤️❤️

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1325

Warnings: brief mention of being intimate (no smut), insecurities, stretch marks, this is mostly comfort and fluffy. Readers are responsible for their own media consumption.

A/N: I love this idea so much! I kept this on the fluffy side but i really hope you enjoy it!

You won't like what you see

“Hey, can we - can we stop?” you said, slightly out of breath as you broke away from Bucky. The two of you had been kissing and Bucky had pulled you closer to him, bringing his hands to the hem of your shirt.

Of course, he immediately stopped and nodded, looking at you with concern. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head, making sure your shirt was pulled down all the way. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it. It’s not you, I promise. I’m just gonna go take a shower”

And with that you had walked away, Bucky watching after you worriedly.

Bucky was never upset that the two of you hadn’t been intimate together. Being from the 40’s where it wasn’t uncommon for people to save themselves for marriage made him understanding. But that didn’t seem to be why.

You made an effort to show how much you loved him, you cared for him, you were with him through everything. The nightmares, his insecurities, the flashbacks, pushing him to keep contact with others even though “you were all he needed” - you were his rock.

And Bucky knew that the two of you could have a relationship without sex, and he was perfectly content with what the two of you had.

But he noticed that you didn’t seem to be.

At first he thought it might have been his fault. He had been self conscious of his metal arm, especially where metal met skin, but you had made it your mission to get Bucky to accept himself. All of him. He was your everything, and you needed him to know that and feel it too.

Anytime you caught him staring at himself in the mirror, you would walk up from behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, meeting his eyes in the mirror. No words would be exchanged, but you would press soft kisses to the scarring on his left shoulder.

He thought maybe you didn’t have interest in him, but the heated kisses and lingering touches pointed otherwise. It all stopped when his hands reached the hem of your shirt.

Every time he got too close to you, you seemed to get uncomfortable. And Bucky wanted to know why so he could fix it. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander to if someone had ever hurt you in the past, making his blood boil.

He wanted you to tell him what was wrong so he could help you like you had helped him.

You had walked into the bathroom, locking the door and turning on the water. You turned to the mirror as you let the water warm up, cursing yourself. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be closer with Bucky, it was that you were insecure of yourself. You took off your clothes and saw what you didn’t want Bucky to see.

Your stretch marks.

You knew that it was silly to be so upset with them, that many people had them. During growth spurts, gaining weight, having a naturally wider build - they were at the bottom of your stomach, the insides of your thighs, your chest… all the places you didn’t want them to be.

You sighed, turning away. You had tried different products that delivered empty promises. Some of the marks had started to fade but they were still distinct. It was ironic in a way, how you wanted Bucky to trust you with his insecurities and you wanted to know when it bothered him so you could help him, yet you couldn’t show this to Bucky. Not only did you feel weak for letting it bother you, but you couldn’t get past the fact that you were so self conscious. All the articles and body positivity people saying how “stretch marks are normal” didn’t help you much.

It wasn’t that you didn’t think a person could be beautiful with them - in fact pretty much everyone was perfect the way they were. Except for you. Stretch marks are fine and normal - but when you have them they seem ugly.

You noticed that steam had fogged up your mirror, realizing you had spaced out while critiquing your body. You sighed and turned back to the shower, stepping in and letting the water wash over you. You were quick, not wanting to be standing there with yourself for longer than necessary. You finished and turned off the water, drying yourself off before stepping out so you wouldn’t be tempted to stare in the mirror again.

You got dressed in your pajamas and stepped out of the bathroom to find Bucky also in bed. You gave him a soft smile which he returned, though you would still see some of the worry in his eyes. You sat down on the bed and he sat up next to you.

“Sorry, about...earlier.”

“You don’t have to be,” he said reassuringly.

There was a pause before he added, “Can I ask what happened?”

You looked down, embarrassed.

“I just...if it’s something I did I just wanna know so I can fix it.”

Your head snapped back up to him, turning to face him. “Oh god, no, Bucky it’s not you, I promise I just…” you shrugged. “I don’t know.”

He took your hands in his. “You know you can tell me anything, don’t you?”

You looked at him for a moment before nodding.

“I can tell something is bothering you and I just want to know so I can help you,” he said gently.

“It’s embarrassing,” you said.

“I’m not here to judge you.”

You took a deep breath before looking down. “You’re not gonna like what you see,” you say softly.

That took Bucky by surprise, so much so that he didn’t know if he had heard you properly. “What do you mean sweetheart?”

You took another deep breath. “You know how sometimes I catch you staring in the mirror too long, judging yourself and being insecure with your arm?” you ask and Bucky nods, not following along. “I get like that a lot too,” you said softly.

“Why?” he asked softly, still not understanding how you could be insecure about yourself.

“I’m not what society wants me to be. I’m larger in all the wrong places and I have stretch marks everywhere. I don’t like the way I look and I’m afraid you won’t either. It’s so stupid because I know it’s normal but I just hate it so much.”

Bucky tilted your chin so you could look at him. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever met. I understand being insecure, I really do. But you always told me to never hide it. Why did you?”

You shrugged. “Most people have stretch marks. I felt stupid for being so upset.”

“So you’re saying I have a reason to be insecure?”

“No, Bucky, come on...You went through hell. All I did was grow too fast. You hold a lot of horrible memories with that arm. You were tortured. All that happened to me was that I compared myself to models on Instagram or in magazines. I don’t have a right to be upset.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head before pulling back to look at you. “You have every right to feel the way you feel. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned about society these days is it’s all an act. Everything you see is staged and it’s what they want us to see.” He smiled slightly at you. “The only thing I know is that you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, and that’s enough for me. Fuck what society says.”

You smiled shyly at him and he leaned his forehead against you. “You’re so beautiful. A few marks isn’t gonna change that.”

You nodded slightly, leaning forward to kiss him. “Thank you Bucky.”

‘No need to thank me when all I did was tell the truth.”

-------

tags: @babydaddy-buckybarnes @buckys-blue-eyes @barnesplums @abitgryffindorky @freigeistundanderes @bucks-bunny @thatfangirl42 @broadwaybabe18 @mardema

#bucky comfort #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes comfort #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #buckybarnes #bucky imagine #tw insecurity #bucky boi #soft bucky #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel #mcu imagine #mcu fanfiction #comfort

401 notes · View notes

mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

Text

Give her the life I never had; Harry Potter x child reader

*Author’s note*

So this came from my Wattpad requests and this is my first Harry potter (character not fandom) fic that I have written so I hope I didn’t mess this up for any hardcore Potterheads out there. So this takes place during the Battle at Hogwarts so expect some death and violence involved, other than that not really much anything really. I know it’s been awhile since my last update but I hope to pick up the pace and post up some more stuff and then HOPEFULLY open up requests here since I know you all have been waiting patiently for that.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@ixchel-9275

@psychosupernatural

@queen-paladin

_____________________________________________________________

It was finally over. All of it. Voldemort was now dead, the Death eaters defeated, and now the Elder wand was destroyed and lost to the sea. I looked towards the ruins of Hogwarts knowing that the stone and walls can be rebuilt, some of our friends would be able to heal their physical wounds, however some mental wounds won’t.

The Weasleys they’ll always have to live with Fred’s death for the rest of their life and grieve over the fact he’ll never come back, especially George. I had seen just how close their brotherly bond was, even when they had nothing they had each other, now George was gonna have to make do on his own, if he could.

And Hermione, while she doesn’t want us to know I had a feeling at what she had done to protect her muggle parents, thankfully with her and Ron seeming to repair their growing relationship, I know the Weasley’s will welcomingly be the family she needs now more than ever.

As I walked along the school grounds that’s when I came across (Y/n) getting looked over by one of the healers. When she looked towards me, she gently smiled and I smiled softly back at her thinking back on how I found her in all this chaos.

The battle was pure hell. Spells and curses being blasted, bodies dropping like flies, and rubble from the school walls crumbling down as repercussions from the spells firing out.

I had pushed back a Death Eater with an Stupefy spell which sent him flying all the way across the Great Hall. Another death eater soon came right at me but I quickly disposed of his wand first before giving him the paralyzing spell.

That’s when I heard it. The sound of a young girl crying. I quickly ran around the corridor and saw just down the stairs where I once found the Mirror of Erised, a young girl around maybe her 1-2nd year hovering over an older girl who looked almost like her but had longer hair. The young girl with shorter hair was weeping hysterically as she kept crying.

“Liz? Lizzie. Get up sis. Oh please get up.” From the pale skin and the soulless eyes that Lizzie had, I knew immediately she had been hit with the Killing curse. Cautiously I walked over to her and said.

“Are you alright?” the young girl looked up at me and she sniffled.

“Yes. But my sister she—she won’t wake up yet her eyes are open.” Knowing how I hadn’t learned of the 3 unforgiving curses until my 4th year at Hogwarts, she must’ve not known what exactly happened to her sister.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).”

“Well (Y/n), I…….I’m afraid to tell you this but……..your sister’s—she’s dead.”

“What? No but….if she were dead her eyes would be shut, the spell that hit her just made her collapse. Like the paralysis spell.”

“But it wasn’t a blue light that hit her, was it?” she looked back down at her sister and touched her cheek. “I’m afraid it was the most dangerous of all unforgiving curses. The Killing Curse.” She sniffled and hugged her sister’s corpse and choked out.

“But—she was…..she’s all I have left!” I looked around and two more Death eaters spotted us.

“Get behind me.” I urged (Y/n). Without question she got behind me and I held out my wand and as they charged toward us I called out, “Stupefy!” which sent one Death eater flying backwards but then I felt a shock to my hand which sent my wand flying towards the second Death eater’s hand. She sneered at me but then a voice exclaimed.

“Petrificus Totalus!” the female Death eater soon went stiff and fell to the ground. I turned and saw that it was (Y/n) who had casted the curse. I ran over and took my wand back from the witch and told her.

“Come on. We can’t stay here.” She took one last look at her sister. I knew she was hesitant to leave her but if she remained here, she’d be a sitting duck. “Your sister would want you safe (Y/n).” she turned to me and nodded before taking my hand and we raced out of the hallway.

Together the two of us worked together to fend off the oncoming Death Eaters, but one Death eater used an Inferno spell which burnt (Y/n)’s arm pretty bad. I shielded her from the next oncoming Inferno attack but the heat of the flames was almost too strong for me to hold back. That’s when a wave of water came and extinguished the flames and the Death Eater was flown backwards till his back hit a column and he collapsed dead.

We turned and there stood Professor McGonagall.

“Professor.”

“Harry, Ms. (L/n) are you both alright?”

“I am, (Y/n) however got burnt on her arm.” She walked up to us and she examined (Y/n)’s arm. She let out a painful hiss and the Professor said.

“I’ll take care of her from here Potter.”

“Thank you Professor.” Just as I was about to leave, I felt a hand grab the sleeve of my shirt and I saw that it was (Y/n).

“Thank you, Harry Potter.” I smiled down at her and nodded to her. She released my sleeve and I ran off to finally end this once and for all.

I walked over to her just as the healer cleared her off and moved onto the next student that needed medical treatment. I sat down beside her and asked her.

“How are you doing (Y/n)?”

“Shaky but—alive.” She softly scoffed. “But at what cost? My sister’s dead. She was the only family I had left. Now the ministry will probably put me in the Magic for Orphans facility, and with me almost being a teenager, no one will want me.”

I was probably the only one who knew what she must be going through. Even though we were orphaned in different circumstances, we still lost our loved ones to Voldemort. Now I must be crazy because I had no clear idea of what to do next but what I did know was that I couldn’t leave (Y/n) alone anymore.

“What if—” I started off by saying. “What if you…had someone to look after you?”

“But, but Harry I—I have no other living relatives. It’s always just been me and my sister since our parents died three years ago at the Quidditch world cup.”

“I know, but what if there was someone who wanted to help you out. Give you a home so that you wouldn’t have to suffer any potential abuse or neglect.”

“And just who would that person be?” I sighed softly before telling her.

“You’re looking at him.” Her eyes softly widened before she let out a soft gasp.

“But-but why? I mean no offense Harry but…..why would you want to help me out?”

“Let’s just say, from one orphan to another I know how lonely it can be. I had no clue about the magic world till I was just your age, and though I may not know how the Ministry of Magic deals with orphaned wizards, I do know a thing or two about living in terrible conditions. I lived practically my whole childhood in a tiny hall closet in my aunt and uncle’s place. And I wouldn’t want you to potentially go through that type of abuse in a stranger’s home.”

(Y/n) was silent for a moment, taking in what I just said. Weighing out her options before thinking about what answer she would give me.

“If not I’ll understand, I’ll check in whenever I can. But just know you won’t go through the rest of your life alone.” She looked up at me. Her eyes that were once filled with tears, but now filled with courage and strength as she said.

“If it won’t be too much trouble with you, I’ll go with you.” I softly smiled at her and told her taking notice of her robes.

“Spoken like a true Gryffindor.”

After that, the Weasley family, Hermione, myself and (Y/n) returned to the Weasley’s old home the Burrow and decided to rebuild it, a symbol as a fresh start to all our lives after this whole war.

We also had a memorial service for both Fred and (Y/n)’s older sister, each of us speaking for both Fred and (Y/n)’s sister before finally burying them and summoning a beautiful garden around them of their favorite flowers and plants.

As the sun was starting to set I saw (Y/n) still standing over her sister’s grave. I walked out to her and said.

“Mrs. Weasley’s prepared supper for all of us. She says you best come in before it’s all gone.” (Y/n) remained silent. I softly sighed and without another word I just stood there beside her. She may not want to talk, but she should at least know that someone was there when she was ready.

“I—never thought I’d have to face this world without her. Even through our fights, especially after mom and dad died, she was always there for me. She especially liked to tease me about my crush on Joey Matarazzo, saying we’d get married one day and have kids of our own. Now she won’t ever see me grow up, or achieve any dreams I’ll have for the future.”

“Let me tell you something my Godfather once told me. He told me that the ones that love us never really leave us. And we can always find them, in here.” I pointed to her heart.

She looked up at me and finally for the first time I saw a true, genuine smile. She came closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist and rested her head against my ribs. I wrapped an arm around her and we stood there for a few more minutes before walking back inside the Burrow to join the Weasley’s for dinner.

*FF 19 years later.*

It was like any other year, but this time it was my second son’s first time doing this. I could already see from the look on his face that he looked anxious about his first year going as we came up to platform 9¾.

“Together.” I assured him as we took hold of his cart and we both ran straight through the brick wall and found ourselves right by the Hogwarts Express. As we walked closer to the train, we soon found Ron and Hermione with their kids, I spotted Draco and his wife and son bidding their goodbyes. He and I looked at each other, neither of us speaking a word but he gave me a point nod, and I nodded back to him.

“I was beginning to think I’d have to write my own brothers up for detention already.” A female voice soon spoke up and coming right towards us was (Y/n), all grown up and in her Professor robes.

Since the battle she continued on her Hogwarts education and excelled in both Magical creature knowledge and potions making. By the time she was in her 4th year at Hogwarts, Ginny and I had agreed to legally adopt her as our own child and she was beyond thrilled at the news. After graduating, she worked with me at the Ministry of Magic to focus on potion brewery before enrolling to be the next Potions Professor and this would be her second year teaching that class.

I’m told she’s kind but firm when it comes to students goofing off in that class, but she is always there to make sure no student messes up a potion and causes injuries either to themselves or others.

“Not in the slight.” I assured her.

“Good. I would hate to have to write them up to Headmaster McGonagall.” She told me. She looked down at her brothers and asked them, “So boys, you ready?”

“Oh yeah!” exclaimed James while Albus was more reserved and didn’t really say anything. Instead he walked away and sat down with his arms hugging his legs close to him. (Y/n) and I looked at each other and I told her to get James onto the train as well as herself while I talked to James. She nodded and guided James as well as his things over to the train while I walked over to Albus and knelt down beside him.

“Dad,” he spoke. “What if I am put in Slytherin?”

“Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two Headmasters of Hogwarts. And one of them was a Slytherin. And he was the bravest man I had ever known. But if it means to you, you can choose Gryffindor. The sorting hat does take that into consideration.”

“Really?” I nodded. “But how would you feel? If I was sorted into Slytherin?”

“Then Slytherin will have gained the best wizard they could ask for.” He smiled and embraced me and I hugged him back. “Now come on, off you go.” We then walked towards the train and Albus got himself situated inside with his brother and Ron and Hermione’s kids, and riding alongside them to keep an eye on them to Hogwarts was (Y/n).

As I stood by my friends and we watched the train leave the station, waving goodbye to our kids I couldn’t help but feel like we had done it. The war ended almost 2 decades ago and now our children can learn magic in a better world, a world without Death Eaters, a world without darkness and death, a world without a Dark Lord.

A peaceful time in our world.

#harry potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #harry potter x reader #harry potter x child reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #harry potter fluff #harry potter and the deathly hallows #ron weasley #Hermione Granger #ron x hermione #fred weasley rip #george weasley #harry potter x ginny weasley

191 notes · View notes